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I have been sleeping with Mom in the same bed since I turned 18-years old because of Dad’s snoring issues. Dad’s snoring had gone worse in the recent years and Mom told Dad to sleep in the living room. But that made sleeping difficult for me as I used to sleep in the living room. And since we live in a small one bedroom apartment I had no options but to sleep in the same bed as Mom.

Whenever Mom and Dad wanted to get intimate at night, they used to do it in the living room. The reason I know this is that one night when I woke up from my sleep to pee. But the bedroom door was locked from the outside. Mom was not in bed. I had to bang on the door for a minute before Dad opened it. When I asked Dad why the door was closed and where Mom was, He replied to me with a slap on the back of the head and told me to quickly use the bathroom and then go to sleep.

It took me some time to figure out why Mom was leaving the bedroom some nights and locking the bedroom door from outside.

One night about five months ago, things changed. I had just turned 20 years old, and I had just gone to bed, but I was not feeling sleepy yet. I then heard the bedroom door being locked from the outside. I understood Mom and Dad were about to have sex.

Since I was still not feeling sleepy, I got a bit excited, thinking Mom and Dad must be fucking in the living room. So I decided to rub one out myself while watching porn on the internet. I knew I had at least half an hour of total privacy before Mom came to the bedroom to sleep.

I first got the tissue box and kept it beside me on the bed to clean up the mess. I then decided to watch porn on the big screen, so I opened the iPad. I started the VPN app because porn sites are banned in India, so the only way to watch them is to have a VPN.

Once my VPN was connected, I opened a free adult video site in my browser. I spent a few minutes browsing the site looking for a good porn video because I did not want to masturbate on a bad video. I chose an incest video of a stepmother and son. It was a video featuring Cory Chase and some random guy. I put the iPad on the bed beside me on the iPad’s case stand. I put the AirPods in my ear to listen to the sound of the video.

I lay down on the bed and pulled my shorts and underwear down. I grabbed my hard dick and started stroking it slowly.

I had been watching the video for only a minute or so when I saw the door opening as the light started creeping into the dark room. I quickly pulled my shorts up and covered my dick. Next, I pressed the home button on the iPad to come out of the browser quickly.

Mom had by now entered the room. She looked at me and closed the door behind her with a bang. She looked angry. It must not have been more than 10 minutes since the bedroom was first closed. She climbed up and sat on the bed and asked me,” Why are you still awake yet?”

“I was just watching a movie,” I replied quickly to Mom. Technically, it’s not a lie.

I then made a mistake by asking her,” Why are you going back so early to bed?”

As soon as the words came out, I realized my blunder.

Mom looked at me for a few seconds and said, “What do you mean by so early back to bed?”

I seks hikayeleri fumbled in replying and said,” I thought you would be watching TV for some more time.”

Mom was not convinced by my reply, but then she noticed the tissue box on the bed and asked me,” Why is there a tissue box on the bed? What kind of movie were you watching?”

Before I could reply, Mom took the iPad and opened the browser. She saw the paused adult video on the adult website. She must have also read the title of the video. She looked at me and calmly said,” Really, you are watching incest porn. That too is a mom-son.”

“I am sorry, Mom. I made a mistake.” I apologized to Mom.

Mom then again grilled me about why I asked her about going back to bed so early. I told her that I knew why they used to lock the bedroom door, so I was surprised she came to the bedroom within 10 minutes.

Mom then said to me, “Hmm, so once I locked the bedroom door tonight, you thought you had at least half an hour to masturbate on the mom-son porn.”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, blame it on your dad for my early return. He came before we could even start properly,” Mom told me with a straight face.

I decided to probe Mom about Dad’s pre-ejaculation problem,

so I asked her,” How did that happen? Has that happened before?”

“No, this is the first time. He came within a minute of me sucking his dick. Then he was not in the mood for sex. He didn’t even return the favor to me,” Mom replied to me.

I did not expect my 43-year-old mom to be so open with me. She has been talking to me in a calm tone the entire time.

Mom then changed the topic and asked me,” How are you able to still access the adult websites? The government had banned them a few months ago.”

“I use a VPN app to bypass the government block,” I replied to Mom.

Mom then asked me about what a VPN is, and I explained to her about the whole Virtual Private Network software.

Mom then surprised me by reaching over and taking one AirPod from my ear and putting it in her ear. She started the paused video and kept the iPad back on the bed between us.

Mom started watching the porn movie of stepmother and son. She lay down on the bed on her back. Mom looked at me and said,” So are you a fan of Cory Chase videos?”

I was surprised Mom knew about Cory Chase. Most of Cory Chase’s movies were in the incest category. How was she familiar with Cory Chase? I thought to myself.

“I’m not a fan, but I like her videos,” I replied to Mom. “How do you know about her so much, Mom?”

“I used to watch her movies before the government banned porn sites,” Mom replied.

The thought of Mom watching porn just added more blood to my dick.

Mom then asked me,” I did not ask you, but are you comfortable with me watching porn with you?”

“Yes, Mom.  I am enjoying this,” I replied to her.

“Were you masturbating before I entered the room?” Mom asked me

I nodded my head.

“Well, if you want, you can masturbate while watching the video now,” Mom said in a sultry voice.

“Thanks, Mom. I was about to ask you if I could play with sex hikayeleri myself,” I told my mom.

I pulled my shorts and underwear down completely. I started slowly rubbing my dick. Mom switched on the night lamp, and now the room was illuminated nicely. I look at Mom. I saw Mom gently rubbing her pussy over her nightsuit pants.

Mom saw me looking at her rubbing the pussy. She said to me seductively, “I hope you don’t mind me rubbing my pussy. Your dad left me high and dry”

“Not at all, Mom; you look very hot rubbing your pussy,” I replied to her in a seductive tone as well.

Mom was wearing a two-piece night suit. Her shirt had buttons upfront, and the pants were knee-length. Mom had now put her left hand inside her pants and was rubbing her pussy.

I looked at the iPad, and Cory Chase was getting her pussy licked by her stepson. Mom was also watching the video. But I was more interested in my mom’s masturbation. Mom was moaning slowly as she rubbed her pussy.

Mom is a good-looking woman. Her vital stats are 36c-32-38. She is about 5.3 feet tall. She has a fair complexion and a pretty round face. She keeps her hair shoulder-length. She has nice, round buttocks and shapely thighs.

As I watched Mom vigorously rubbing her pussy, I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I didn’t want to push any wrong buttons with her.

Mom was now rubbing her pussy more vigorously. She had pushed her pants down a bit so that she could comfortably rub her pussy. I sat on the bed and was now watching Mom finger her shaved pussy. This is the first time I have seen a woman’s vagina in my life.

Mom noticed that I was watching her and not the video. Mom said to me,” Pull my pants down completely if you want to see my full vagina.”

I reached over and pulled down Mom’s pants completely. I started caressing her smooth thighs as Mom spread her legs so that I could see her pussy. Mom stopped fingering her pussy and spread her pussy lips so that I could see the hole she had come out of. It was pink inside. Her vulva was shiny from all the wetness.

I moved up and sat beside Mom’s right side, near her hips. I was still caressing her thighs. Mom again started gently rubbing her pussy. She then reached down and grabbed my 6-inch dick with her right hand. She started stroking my dick slowly. Mom and I had crossed the line.

I started to undo Mom’s shirt button. Once all the buttons were unbuttoned, I opened Mom’s shirt. Mom was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were rock-hard and erect. I fondled her tits with both hands for a few minutes.

I then moved my right hand and caressed Mom’s chubby belly and played with her deep, round navel for some time. Mom then took my right hand and guided it to her pussy.

I started rubbing Mom’s shaved pussy. Her pussy was so smooth. She must have shaved it in the evening only. I inserted my middle finger into her wet slit and started fingering it. I was fondling Mom’s tits with my left hand and fingering Mom’s pussy with my right hand. Mom was stroking my dick at the same time. Mom was moaning the whole time.

Eventually, I could not handle Mom’s handjob and started feeling my cum rising. I warned Mom that I was about to cry. She grabbed the tissues from the box and held them in front of the Dick’s hole. As I shot my load, Mom caught every drop of it in the tissues.

I continued to finger Mom’s pussy until my dick went limp. Mom used more tissues to clean my dick. I then moved between Mom’s legs and brought my face closer to her pussy. I started licking Mom’s pussy. I could taste Mom’s sweet nectar as it flowed into my mouth. I sucked on Mom’s clitoris and, at the same time, inserted my index and middle fingers into Mom’s pussy. I started finger-fucking her pussy. Mom was moaning loudly. At one point, I feared Dad might hear her, but then I could hear Dad’s snoring, so I knew we were safe.

Eventually, Mom had her orgasm. She held my head against her pussy as wave after wave of orgasm swept her body. As her orgasm subsided, she let go of my head. She pulled me on top of her and started kissing me in the mouth. Mom took my lower lip between her lips and started sucking it. I started kissing her, sucking her lips. Mom shoved her tongue into my mouth and gracefully accepted it. I sucked on her soft tongue. I was getting my dick hard slowly.

We kissed for a few minutes, and then Mom told me to lie down on the bed. I removed the iPad and put it on the side table. I lay down on the bed on my back.

I removed my t-shirt, and Mom discarded her shirt. We were completely naked now.

Mom then sat beside me and bent down to take my dick in her mouth. She started sucking my semi-hard dick. She sucked and licked my dick for a few minutes. She rolled her tongue on the mushroom head and played with my testicles with her hand. I had a stiff dick within a few minutes.

Once my dick was hard enough, Mom stopped sucking me. She climbed on top of me and guided my dick into her pussy. Mom started riding me slowly. She has taken my virginity now. I never could have dreamed that I could be losing my virginity to my mom.

Mom was gyrating her hips in a circular direction as she rode my dick. I moved my hands and started fondling Mom’s tits again. I couldn’t get enough of her firm tits. Mom rode my dick for a few minutes before she started getting tired. She told me to take charge. I rolled Mom onto the bed and climbed on top of her.

I penetrated my dick into Mom’s pussy and started fucking her at a decent pace. We again kissed as I fucked Mom. Mom had wrapped her legs around my waist. I fucked her in the missionary position for a few minutes. I felt like I was about to cum and warned Mom. Mom told me to cum inside her pussy as she had tied her tubes after my birth. I increased my fucking speed and eventually shot my load into Mom’s pussy.

I continued to fuck Mom. Mom got her second orgasm as my dick was going limp. I rested on top of Mom as Mom’s orgasm subsided. Mom and I then went to the bathroom completely naked and got ourselves cleaned. Dad was sound asleep and snoring as usual.

Mom and I have been fucking each other for the past five months, almost daily. We have fucked each other on every corner of the house during the day when Dad is not in the house. I have fucked Mom in every sex position and also I have shot my load in her every hole. Mom let me take her Anal virginity a few months back.

Mom even gave me a blowjob in a cinema theatre when we both went to watch a movie.

We plan to continue our relationship forever.

The End.

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I lived in a rather conservative household, not to mention attended an abstinence-only school, and as such I was sixteen years old the first time I watched porn. I waited until just after midnight when I knew my parents would be asleep before I booted up my computer, plugged in headphones, and slipped in the DVD a friend of mine had given me. I still remember so much of it vividly. There were dozens of people gathered in a large white room, and after a few moments of mingling they were eventually separated into pairs, sometimes sets of three, and distributed to various sections of the room, mobil porno each containing beds. On the command of someone off-screen, a husky “Begin!”, the people began stripping off their clothes. I can still remember gaping at the screen and wondering what the heck was going on. One moment everyone was just standing around talking, and the next they were all naked and kissing and touching each other in ways no one had to tell me were inappropriate. That’s how I discovered what sex was. I discovered that a man’s penis was much larger and scarier looking than I imagined, and alman porno that it stuck up when a man was ready for sex, and that it leaked whitish fluid—though I didn’t know why. And I discovered that a woman, too, could leak fluid from her vagina, and that there were holes down there where a penis could enter, and that there were certain places to touch that could make a woman moan. I learned that sex involved putting a man’s penis in your mouth and leaning back so that he could squirt that whitish liquid all over your face. I learned that it was spreading alexis texas porno your legs and allowing a man to burrow his face between them until you screamed. I learned that it was having your breasts tugged, bitten, licked, until the nipples hardened to pebbled points and red teeth marks and finger bruises peppered the delicate skin. I learned that sex was filthy. It was disgusting. It was sinful. It was something I shouldn’t have ever been watching. It was something I shouldn’t have ever found appealing. And yet… And yet I couldn’t deny the wetness between my thighs, or the strange heat that had begun to spread there since the first sight of a fully naked man and woman had appeared on screen. I had watched, avidly, as a man’s fingers dipped in between one woman’s legs, stroking her vagina with long swipes of his large fingers, and squirmed.

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Carolyn Smirnoff ate her bowl of cold tuna salad with rotini pasta while standing in her kitchen… naked and unashamed in front of her merged children. She knew what she was doing: taunting the Dyadomorph with her blatant sexuality. By the smile meeting her eyes, she thought she might be succeeding. Without any words, the two beings finished their respective snacks, rinsed their dishes, and placed them in the dishwasher.

When Carolyn bent down to place her fork in the utensil tray, she did so by bending at the hips with her legs slightly spread. The Dyadomorph was behind her, so she knew it was seeing her arousal in its full flower. What she didn’t anticipate was for her merged children to squat down behind her, grab those same curvaceous hips, and plant its mouth on her sex…

“Oh God, Rudy baby, that feels soooo good!” Carolyn moaned as she grabbed hold of the countertop above the dishwasher.

“How do you know it was Rudy who initiated this, Mom?”

“Renee… you wanted to suck on your mother’s pussy? Such a naughty girl I raised…”

“Just some…” said the Dyadomorph between licks and probes with its long tongue, “payback for what you did to our sister. Renee and Rudy just wanted to return the favor!”

“You saw all that?”

“Mmmm…”

“Oh, shit! That tongue of yours feels like a great, big cock! Just how far up into me are you planning to go with that thing?”

“Good guess, Mom,” replied the Dyadomorph after it extracted itself, “I’ve morphed my tongue into the shape and size of that big, black dildo you have hidden in your panty drawer.”

“Oh, God! You know about that, too?”

“Yes! Now, lean forward and get ready for some foreplay.”

“If this is your idea of foreplay,” Carolyn said between grunts and swoons, “then I don’t know if I can survive the rest.”

No more words came from the Dyadomorph as its cock-shaped tongue plunged back and forth through Carolyn’s molten folds. The Dyadomorph varied its thrusts; sometimes presenting it to Carolyn like she was being hammered by a soft, firm piston. This technique was interspersed by long moments of slow, perfect pleasure filling every corner of her femininity.

Five, and then ten minutes of ecstasy passed. Carolyn felt her quivering legs supported when it seemed like she was about to collapse from all the sensations bombarding her brain. Then — just as she began to experience her biggest climax yet — Carolyn felt the Dyadomorph cum… a lot! It wasn’t merely the wonderful feeling of a woman accepting her lover’s release, but more like that of a stud’s load being obscenely pumped into a slut hooked on massive creampies. The added pressure increased Carolyn’s orgasm to the point of totally consuming her until she quite literally passed out. When she woke up, Carolyn realized she was back in her own bedroom…

“How did I get…”

“Back on your own bed, Mom?” The Dyadomorph finished for her. “I carried you here and held onto you while Tanya was kind enough to change your bedsheets.”

“My children are so good to me… Thank you…”

“You are most welcome, Mother. Did you like our foreplay?”

Carolyn Smirnoff cracked open her eyelids a bit more and sent a wry smile in the direction of the Dyadomorph…

“Touché! Okay, what’s next? Are we going to do this medical procedure or not?”

“Oh, yes, we most certainly are… if that is your pleasure.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing more than to trust me with your life… Can you do that, Mom?”

Carolyn rose up on her elbows and looked intently at her merged children. Her eyebrows crinkled together and she almost began to cry…

“Did you really have to ask me that, Rudy? And don’t bother trying to deny it, because I know that question came from that part of you!”

The Dyadomorph removed the large towel from around its pregnant waist and draped it over a nearby chair…

“You’re right, Mom, about which of us needed to ask you that question. But, it’s a question every Dyadomorph must ask because every potential Queen Mother of the Nest must voluntarily go through with the procedure. Otherwise, her emotional reluctance would chemically alter her human physiology thus making all future gestations impossible.”

“You mean I am to have more children?”

“More Dyadomorphs like me, except these will not be able to breed.”

“How many more?”

“This would be so much easier if you would just agree to join with me. Then, you would know everything.”

“I don’t need to know everything, darling,” Carolyn said, now fully present in the conversation. “I just need to know the broad outline of what’s about to happen.”

“Fair enough,” replied the Dyadomorph as it sat down on the bed next to its naked mother and took a deep breath. “Tanya already revealed that this is a procedure which makes you immortal. That immortality is to serve the purpose of first assisting the twelve breeding pairs of Dyadomorphs escort forumları in producing offspring. Secondly, once the Dyadomorphs have displaced the human population, the Queen Mothers are there to replace any Dyadomorph who unexpectedly dies from accident or injury.”

“What is your target population?”

“It will take many thousands of years, but eventually there will be approximately one hundred and forty-four million Dyadomorphs managing this fertile planet. Myself, you, and Tanya will be responsible for about twelve million of those births. They will all come from what we call the Nest. This Nest is essentially a center of Dyadomorph creation within a given region of the world.”

Carolyn sat there completely stunned; so much so that she began to laugh. Then she abruptly stopped…

“Are you serious? Twelve million?”

The Dyadomorph nodded its head in confirmation.

“Remind me… just how long is my immortal life going to last?”

“While all human cultural data and the genetic information on every form of life on this world shall be carefully preserved off-planet, you, me, Tanya, and the rest of the Dyadomorphs and their respective Queen Mothers will remain here until the earth is swallowed up by the dying Sun… perhaps as long as ten billion years from now.”

“We never leave?”

“No, we stay behind to do our job until there is no more job to do. This is the way it has always been done. When you go through your transformation into a Queen Mother, you will understand all things.”

Carolyn nodded her head in the most subtle of motions, pursed her lips, and then reached out her right hand to take up the Dyadomorph’s left one…

“Thank you, my children, for telling me the truth before the fact. I am willing to do this thing. It seems that as I gave birth to you, you will now give a rebirth to me! I’m ready…”

“Are you sure, Mom? You’re only immortal for ten billion years, you know… It may not be worth it…”

“Oh, stop it, you two!” Carolyn said slapping the Dyadomorph’s arm. “Or was that just Rudy?”

“It was all Rudy,” replied the Dyadomorph in the clearest approximation of Renee’s voice Carolyn had yet heard coming out of this joined creature.

“This is so damn confusing, kids. Can we just get it done already?”

“Don’t be so impatient, Mom. This quite literally will take all night to complete.”

“Why all night?”

“Because your human genome has lots of errors which need to be permanently corrected or purged. Now, please move over and let me take up position on the center of the bed.”

Carolyn did so, but as she did, an important consideration came into her mind…

“What about the child you are carrying? How will this get done when you’re pregnant?”

“No worries, Mom… This kind of thing happens all the time between Dyadomorphs and their Queen Mothers. The fetus knows how to move out of the way all on its own…”

“Well, okay then. Oh… And before we do this, I’ve been meaning to ask you something else… What did you mean when you said, ‘Well, that explains Tanya?'”

“Throughout all our previous iterations, we never before had a sibling… until Tanya. When Dad got you pregnant for a third time, we were shocked because that wasn’t supposed to be able to happen for you guys. Then when you told us about having your first sexual experiences with Gramps and Uncle Ralph, that solved the mystery for us.”

“How so?”

“Well, not to put too fine a point on it, Mom, but they both came inside you, right?”

“Not my father… he always wore a condom at my mom’s insistence. And, at first, so did Ralph. Then one day — right at my most fertile time of the month — he forgot to put one on and I still didn’t get pregnant. After that, we never again used condoms.”

“You didn’t get pregnant because your genetics were set up so only Dad’s sperm could accomplish conception. Even so, Mom, all those millions of swimmers from your brother slightly altered your physiology making Tanya’s birth possible.”

“Are you saying your sister is the product of my affair with my own brother?”

“Not exactly… but the leftover vestiges of your brother’s seed helped Dad’s sperm get the job done one last time. When we merged with Tanya, we could tell she was the product of you and Dad, but there was additional genetic material there we couldn’t account for. When she went through the transformation, that material was purged along with all her other imperfections.”

“Will that be true for me as well?”

“Yes, it will be. Does that answer all your questions?”

Carolyn nodded coyly, and watched as the Dyadomorph lay back on the bedsheets. In so doing, she also noticed (to her dismay) that Tanya had found and put on the bed its best set of linens. When her merged children finally relaxed into place, Carolyn was astonished to see the pregnant bulge migrate up the gaziantep escort forum Dyadomorph’s torso and down its right arm all the way to the hand which promptly disappeared into the bulge. What remained was an androgynous shape upon which Carolyn felt an irresistible urge to mount. This she did without a single word.

Carolyn Smirnoff sat astride the Dyadomorph’s groin and began to grind her pussy like she remembered Melanie Petersen doing to her brother. She also began to caress her modest breasts and to moisten her lips with her tongue. When the Dyadomorph reached out for her with its left arm, Carolyn instinctively knew to ease her body down upon this humanoid cushion.

“You are very relaxed, Mom. That’s good… Now close your eyes and breath normally. What’s going to happen over the next few minutes is that I am going to fill every opening in your body with myself.”

“Every opening?”

“Yes, every opening… even down to the pores in your skin. But, don’t worry, I will see to it that you get plenty of air.”

“Okay…”

That was the last word Dr. Carolyn Smirnoff spoke as a human being.

The first thing Carolyn felt probing into her was what she expected: a large, erect penis making its slinky way into her quivering cunt. But, instead of stopping its penetration at the gate to her womb, she could feel this one squirm and worm its way through her cervix and into her core. From there, it seemed to fill up every nook and cranny to the point where Carolyn imagined it was traveling up and into her fallopian tubes.

The next sensation was more surprising for Carolyn: she detected what felt like a second large cock poking her in her butt. This one, too, slowly worked its way into her bowels; again, seeming not to stop but rather penetrating throughout her entire guts. These twin sensations began to trigger wave upon wave of orgasms in her body and brain — so much so that a warm euphoria enveloped her.

But this envelopment was not merely internal, for Carolyn could feel her whole body being sucked into the Dyadomorph in one, long, slow melt of raw pleasure. Her ears, then her nostrils, and finally her mouth were all eventually penetrated. To Carolyn, it was as if she were being gang-banged by five or six gentle lovers. In reality, she knew it was only her son and daughter curing her from any and every ailment, and purging all defects within her genetic code.

“I now understand what it is to be a fetus growing in her mother’s womb!” Carolyn thought.

Indeed, no closer analogy existed to the process which was happening to her. Carolyn then began to experience a kind of penetration which promised to top every other one she had felt up to that point: the Dyadomorph had crossed the blood/brain barrier in her head and was filling her with… memory!

At times, the recollections came fast and furious while at other moments the images and sounds passed her by like a cool summer evening seated next to a fire pit. More bewildering yet was that these were not all her memories, though things appeared in her mind which she had thought long forgotten. In actuality, the Dyadomorph was restoring all of Carolyn’s remembered lives to her. Concurrently, it was imparting to her Rudy’s and Renee’s memories going all the way back to their creation over twenty millennia hence.

Carolyn saw herself as the mother to the Dyadomorph in every iteration from the first to the last time before the current one. As she witnessed this replay of her many lives, every memory both good and tragic was restored to her. She took it all in with a dispassionate affect which surprised her: like she was a spectator of someone else’s story. When Carolyn thought herself unable to take-in one more morsel of data, another wave of memory swept through her. Then another thought struck her…

“This must explain why human beings have so much unused brain capacity!”

This onslaught of genetic and physical repair coupled with the infusion of billions of years of Dyadomorphic history seemed to Carolyn to go on forever. And all the while, she continued to be immersed in bliss. She both wanted it to end and craved that it would never stop. After many long, laborious (but also luxurious) hours, this process her children had deemed a medical procedure finally reached its conclusion.

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As sunlight began to creep past the window curtains, Carolyn opened her eyes to the fact she was now alone in her California King bed; under the covers — which had not been ruined as she had feared — and back in her nightgown. She was about to throw back the sheets, but was prevented from doing this by the realization that — just as the Dyadomorph had promised — she now possessed complete knowledge of everything.

As she lay there, Carolyn replayed in her mind the long history of the Dyadomorphs and their vast empire of life and bio-diversity management. Carolyn accepted gaziantep escort forumları the logic of it. More than this, even, she saw the beauty of it: more than fourteen trillion planets managed by Dyadomorphs over the long life of the universe.

As Carolyn recalled the name and location of each and every planet, she also ticked off the names of every form of life that planet birthed and nurtured. She glanced over at her bedside clock. Carolyn was astounded to note that not more than ten minutes had passed from the beginning to the end of this mental slideshow. Process completed, this time the sheets flew back and the reborn obstetrician practically leaped from her bed.

Carolyn strode through her open bedroom door and out to the kitchen. Upon reaching it, she was not at all surprised to find her three children naked and eating bowls of oatmeal. As inviting as that image was to her, there was only one thing the good doctor wished to know at that moment…

“How’s the baby doing, Renee? Came through everything all right, I’m guessing?”

“Look for yourself, Mom,” Renee said after swallowing her spoonful of porridge. “See how much it has grown just in the last day?”

“I do see, sweetheart! How much longer until the child emerges?”

“I’m going to estimate two more days… three at the most. What we all went through last night kind of helped to spur things along.”

“How are you feeling, Mom?” Tanya asked.

“Never better, my brave darling! That was some kind of experience, huh?”

“Yeah… So,” the eighteen-year-old continued, “what do you know now that you didn’t know before?”

“Everything; including the plans we have for this little one who will soon be joining our Nest,” Tanya’s mother said as she patted Renee’s bulging belly. “Have you picked out a recipient yet, Rudy?”

“We have, Mom. This one will be for Brad Petersen.”

“Good choice… nice and close to home. What about his sister?”

“Well, Mom,” Renee replied, “Tanya could produce the next Dyadomorph. As you know, that will take about two weeks. So, by the time it arrives and you two get back from your vacation, Melanie will have given birth to her baby. We would have Melanie merge with Tanya’s child sometime after that.”

“And she’ll still be able to nurse…” added Carolyn in a momentary display of her former life. “Good… Well, I guess there will be no more incestuous children for them!”

“Nope!” Rudy, Renee, and Tanya all agreed in unison.

“When do you think I’ll be ready to conceive my next Dyadomorph child?” Carolyn asked with a glint in her eye.

“Since you and Tanya are going up to Canada beginning tomorrow, why don’t we just impregnate both of you today?” Renee suggested.

“Excellent!” Tanya said. “I can’t wait to be implanted with millions of Dyadomorph babies each waiting on its own time to emerge.”

“About that, you two…” Rudy interjected. “Renee and I have an unusual idea we’d like to suggest to you: how would you like it if — instead of a one-time impregnation — we give the Dyadomorphs to you the old-fashioned way — say, just a few at a time?”

Carolyn accessed her vast storehouse of memory and could not located any image or datapoint of a breeding pair of Dyadomorphs rendering pregnancy in this manner. For untold millions of years, Dyadomorphs simply flooded their respective Queen Mothers with the requisite number of babies. It happened only once and the two never mated afterward. What Rudy and Renee were proposing was nothing less than a radical alteration of this time-tested plan.

“Shall I guess why you are proposing this,” Carolyn said, “or do you want to just tell us?”

Rudy and Renee looked at each other and smiled. Rudy nodded his head and Renee spoke…

“You got it, Mom… It’s about the sex… Rudy and I don’t want to stop fucking the both of you. We want to keep making love to our two beautiful Queens for, well… for all of eternity, frankly!”

“See!” Carolyn said with glee as she slapped the top of the kitchen island. “I told you that you’d like sex the way humans do it! Now you guys are hooked, and I am going to enjoy being incestuous again!”

“For millions of years, Mom,” Tanya said. “Don’t forget… you and I are immortal.”

“How could I forget? After last night, I have perfect memory. Thanks, kids.”

“And you are fine about what’s going to happen to the Petersens and the rest of our neighbors?”

“Well, if memory serves, that’s the way it has always been done: we first inherit those humans closest to the Nest geographically, and then slowly expand to an ever-increasing circle of protection. We ignore the very old, the very young, those who are already infertile, and those who are terminally ill. Everyone else is fair game… especially healthy humans of breeding age like Brad and Melanie Petersen. The three of us give birth to Dyadomorphs who subsequently cannot breed. Upon maturity — that is, after a week outside the womb — they become ready to physically merge with a human being whose personality and memories are retained, but nothing more. They are human in appearance only, but fully Dyadomorphs who can alter that appearance when required. Those Dyadomorphs with human children — like the Petersens — will raise them until those kids have gone through puberty…”

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Jane was early to the store. Since Covid had locked things down, she found it better, typically, to show up early. It meant she could leave early if she got the cash done. Not that there was anything to do at home, or a real reason to go home, but since everything was online or curbside and over the phone things were just busy, and a week of running all over the place, a girl gets tired.

She was surprised she didn’t see the bundles of newspapers outside the store. Unlocking the door, she found that the alarm was off and the papers had been brought inside. The lights were still off – maybe their delivery guy had come and gone already? He normally came later in the day. Maybe the boss? The basement door was open, and Jane walked to the top of the stairs where she heard something that made her stop dead.

“Oooh, oooh, fuck! Fuck, fuck me!”

Jane leaned her head in, hoping to hear more. There was some grunting, some moaning, a loud slap.

“Fuck, fuck, Alison, I’m gonna cum, baby!”

Chris? Jane knew his voice anywhere. Alison? Alison!? She’d worked here for a couple of years but she never, ever thought Chris and Alison would be hooking up. Chris and Jane had cooled things off once the lockdown started – neither wanted to risk infecting the other one… even though they worked together, they weren’t you know, fucking. Not that they hadn’t hooked up every so often. Not that Jane hadn’t gone to visit Chris’s dad once… no, twice, since she fucked him that one night that she slept over there. She wouldn’t forget the look on his face the first time she showed up unannounced. It took her a while to screw up the courage to do it, but she went to his house wearing nothing under her red peacoat. Well nothing but a garter and a bodice. They didn’t even make it into the house – Chris’s dad had her bent over on the porch and gave it to her hard. She was still leaking cum on the transit on the way home. She noticed people noticing but she didn’t care. She felt good. The second time they got as far as the kitchen before Jane couldn’t behave herself anymore and sucked his cock and swallowed his huge load. He had some viagra and they spent the rest of the afternoon fucking.

But Alison? She had a boyfriend!

“MMmmm fuck, cum in me!” Alison moaned. There was some more grunting and the unmistakable sound of Chris slapping Alison’s ass. Jane heard a chair slide on the floor and it sounded like they were done. She tip-toed back to the front of the store so they wouldn’t notice her snooping, then she waited a few minutes before loudly walking back to the stairs.

“Hey,” Jane called down the stairs.

“Hey,” Chris called back. It sounded like he was in the office.

“Is it just you here?” Jane asked, putting her bag down and taking off her coat.

“No, Alison’s here, too. She’s in the bathroom, she just got here.”

“Uh-huh.”

Chris rolled back in the chair in the office so he could see Jane. “Uh-huh.” He rolled back to the desk, out of sight.

“Nothing.”

There was a flush from the bathroom, and Alison came out. “Oh hey Jane.”

Jane smiled. Alison grabbed her coffee and went upstairs. Jane though she noticed a little limp in her step, maybe a slight wince. Jane mulled.

“I’m just about done cash, if you want to take the cash tray up.”

“You been here long?” Jane asked. She walked into the doorway to the office now so she could see Chris. Well the back of his head as he crunched numbers.

“Yeah a little while. Long enough to get this done.”

“You leaving early today?”

“I don’t have to – I know you like to, you’re here early. I don’t care.”

“Is Alison leaving early?”

“I don’t know, you’d have to ask her? We can’t all leave early, I honestly don’t care.”

“Mmmhmm. I’m going to make tea. I’ll see you up there.”

“Mmmhmm,” Chris parroted back.

***

The day, as usual, was a busy one. Since the lockdown, the store felt like it had been busier than ever before. Not in the fun, good way that is would get busy around the holidays, but a bad, joyless busy that before hadn’t existed. Orders would pile up, get picked as quickly as possible, processed, and kicked out the door or put in unruly piles awaiting customers to pick them up. By noon it had felt like they’d been there a week. And the phones were ringing. Constantly.

Jane went on break, grateful for the chance to get off the floor and off her feet.

Chris came down about 20 minutes after Jane’s break started.

“Hi,” Jane said, looking up from her book.

“Hey,” esmer gaziantep escort Chris went to the printer to get a print out of some special orders, and grabbed the stickers he’d printed.

“Backrub?” Jane smiled.

Jane didn’t have to ask twice. She knew Chris wouldn’t hesitate. Any reason to touch her, any reason to maybe slide his hands down her top and give her tits a squeeze…

Chris, true to form, obeyed. Moments later, Jane had her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Chris’s hands on her.

“So…” she ventured, “what were you and Alison up to this morning?”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t play dumb, I heard you.”

“Mmmhmm.”

“I heard you fucking her, don’t mmmhmm me.”

“I was fucking her. So?”

“So? What about me? You’ve barely touched me since this lockdown started. And you’re fucking her?”

“You were worried about spreading covid! I mean, I was, am, too, but you know. I haven’t been with anyone in months. I’m sure you haven’t, either. Alison.. It’s been stressful, you know? We’ve all been so busy. One night we were closing and… we didn’t even think, I don’t think we talked about it or anything, we just started kissing and then, my pants were down, hers were down…”

“Where?”

“Oh on the desk right down here where we process orders.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, it’s a good height actually, for what we did.”

“You’re awful. You know she has a boyfriend right?”

“Yeah, so? Is he fucking her? I mean, probably, but this is stress relief. This is working through a shared trauma. This is traumatizing. All of this. Lockdown, work, stress. You feel it, too. I’m sure you’ve been getting your stress relief somewhere.”

Jane thought quickly about her flings with Chris’s dad. She felt her pussy get a little wet.

Oh and she thought about the dildo Chris bought her. And how it filled her tight little pussy up so well. And how hard she’d come fucking herself with it at night.

And that guy on the floor below her that she rubbed up against in the elevator. Even with covid, assholes would still pile into the elevator, and she’d seen this guy around the building for months. She got shoved into him, and then… well, they didn’t fuck in the elevator, but they did fuck in the stairwell. It was super uncomfortable, but it was so primal and just… rough. Masks on the whole time, but her screams when she came… anyone on that side of the building heard her, she knew. She didn’t care.

Lost in her thoughts, Jane didn’t notice Chris caressing one of her breasts until she felt his fingers on her nipple, giving it a playful squeeze.

“I still think about that dress you wore the other summer. Where I could see you tits? I love that dress.”

Jane squirmed, and Chris went back to her shoulders. They were so tight, they were always tight. Maybe Chris was right about the stress relief. She was stressed. She was always tense.

“Mmmmm, that feels nice.”

“Want to fuck later?”

“Pardon?”

“Want to fuck down here later? Like after work. I’m sure you could use it. My cock misses you.”

It was probably the massage talking, but Jane couldn’t think of a good reason to say no.

“Foot rub?” She asked.

“After I fuck the shit out of you.”

***

The afternoon, by comparison, flew by. Jane told Alison she was going to stay until close, so Alison could go home early. The other part-time staff were all eager to go, and Chris called it at 5:55.

“Shut it down everyone, let’s go home!”

Cash was closed, reports were printed. Jane was giving Chris some very knowing looks, and Chris was doing his best to pretend he didn’t see them.

“Oops, the printer is jammed.” Chris said. “You guys go on, I’ll poke at it for a couple minutes.”

“Should we tell the manager?” One of the plebs asked.

“Nah it’s not a problem, it just takes a couple of minutes. Go on, I’ll set the alarm on my way out.”

The other part-time staff hurried out, glad to be done for the day. Jane sidled into the printer room where she saw Chris smiling smugly.

“Printer jam?”

“No not actually. A pretty good excuse, though, they might wonder why you didn’t go with them.”

Chris leaned over Jane and kissed her hard on the mouth. He gripped her firm ass in his hands and led her to the office.

“It’s been a while since we did it in here,” Chris said, pushing Jane up onto the desk.

“It’s been a while since we did it anywhere,” Jane said back, undoing gaziantep esmer escort Chris’s belt and unzipping his fly. She could see his erection through his pants. He wasn’t subtle.

“How do you want to fuck me?” Jane pulled her black sweater over her head. She had on a cute bra – not a sexy one – but it presented her breasts nicely. They were nice breasts without it, better, even, but it looked hot.

“Right here, your legs up over my shoulders. I want to be deep in that pussy. I want you to feel every inch of me.”

“Mmmm,” Jane cooed. She had Chris’s pants down around his knees, she rubbed his cock through his underwear before tugging them down. His hard cock gleamed in front of her, pre-cum already dripping from the tip. Jane felt her pussy getting wet just looking at it. It had been a while since she’d been fucked really good.

Chris knelt in front of Jane, who was sitting on the desk now. He pulled her pants down and pushed her panties to the side. He paused, he’d not seen Jane’s pussy up close in person in some time – he had pictures she’d sent him, of course but – he missed the smell of it, he missed the taste. He plunged his tongue in, relishing it. He gripped her hips and pulled his face in as far as he could, soaking his face in her wetness. Jane held the back of his head, keeping him there, not letting him out for breath. She wanted to wrap her legs around him and keep him there forever, fucking her with his tongue. His tongue swirled around her clit, making her bite her lip. She’d forgotten how good at oral sex he was. She didn’t want to cum from it, not yet, but she felt herself slipping away…

Chris stood up. His cock was rock hard. He kissed Jane on the lips – she could taste herself on him, she could smell herself on him already. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, sliding it up and down her slit, lubing it up with her own juices. Then, slowly, he pushed in. First the head, and Jane smiled, then the shaft until he was buried as deeply as he could go. Jane grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails in. He wasn’t even thrusting yet, but it felt so good to be so full. She wished she had her buttplug in, too. Chris pulled out, not all the way, and thrust back in. He pawed at her breast through her bra – her nipple was hard, as though expecting his touch. He liked to squeeze them – what he really liked to do was suck on them hard enough to bruise them – a shame he couldn’t do it from this position. Jane loved feeling marked – knowing she had a bruise on her chest from Chirs’s mouth made her horny all day when it happened.

Chris was thrusting faster now. Jane’s legs were up over Chris’s shoulders, her head was thumping against the wall with every thrust. She didn’t care, she’d been waiting for this for so long he could be choking her and she wouldn’t care.

“Choke me,” Jane gasped, “please.”

Chris let go of Jane’s tit and squeezed her neck.

“Fuucck, Chris…” Jane managed to gasp. Jane’s moaning reached a fevered pitch. She struggled for breath but she felt her pussy gripping Chris’s cock tight, she felt him swelling inside her, the heat in her was going to explode.

“Fuucck!” Jane came, and Chris let go of her neck. He gripped her hips and pushed his cock in as deeply as he could. She felt him swell inside her, felt his cum pumping deep inside her, filling her with his heat. Chris gave a few final thrusts before sliding his slick cock out.

“Holy shit, that was…”

Alison stood in the door of the office. How much had she seen? Jane tried to cover herself up, but it seemed like a futile gesture. Chris didn’t seem bothered at all.

“Intense?” Chris offered.

“Don’t get up,” Alison said, stepping into the room. Chris looked like he was ready to go again.

“What are you doing here?” Jane asked, “I thought you went home!”

“I did.” She opened her jacket. Underneath she wasn’t wearing anything other than a bra and panties and an exciting garter. “I wanted to change into this. I was going to meet up with Chris after work but then you wanted me to go home early. I can see why…”

Jane started at Alison – she’d never fantasized about Alison in any way before, she never even thought about girls sexually at all, no matter how many times Chris asked her to. But seeing Alison in front of her awoke something inside her. Sort of.

Alison was a little taller than Jane, she had bigger boobs and a bigger ass and those were both good things. Not that Jane was jealous, gaziantep esmer escort bayan she loved her perfect petite body, but there was something in the wiggle and jiggle that she liked.

“I haven’t eaten a pussy in ages,” Alison said. “Do you mind? I mean, if it’s weird for you, I get it but you’re here, I’m here, and I kinda want to go down on you.”

It was weird, Jane thought. Chris was stroking his cock watching these two ladies face off. Alison didn’t kneel on the ground, but leaned forwards and kissed Jane on the mouth. Jane wasn’t expecting that and reflexively kissed back. Alison kissed down Jane’s neck to her breasts. She took each one in her mouth slowly, savouring them, flicking Jane’s hard little nipples with her tongue, biting them gently. Jane closed her eyes and enjoyed. Alison slid a finger into Jane’s wet pussy… wet with her heat, and wet, dripping wet, with Chris’s cum, just now starting to leak out onto the desk. Jane opened her eyes when she heard a gasp – Alison moaned as Chris pushed his cock into her. He smiled at Jane and slapped Alison’s ass hard. Harder, she thought, than he’d ever hit her. Alison moved down, kissing Jane’s stomach then down to her public mound and finally, started kissing around her pussy, teasing her lips a little, her hot little tongue poking into the delicate folds before darting into her sopping cunt. Jane hoped she could taste Chris in there, imagining Alison licking his cum out of her pussy. Jane loved knowing she had been first, that Chris was fucking Alison now with a cock covered in her juices.

Alison’s finger and tongue really knew what they were doing. Jane felt her body start to tense, then shake, as she felt another orgasm coming. Alison slid a second finger inside her and started pushing hard against her G-spot. Jane started whimpering, and Chris’s thrusts became harder and faster. Alison was moaning on Jane’s clit, the vibrations making Jane hit her limit. It wasn’t clear who came first or if they came together – Alison felt Chris filling her cunt with his thick semen, and Jane screamed and clutched Alison’s hair as her body was wracked with another orgasm. It took Jane a few moments to catch her breath. She saw Alison wiping her face clean with Chris’s t-shirt.

“Want to return the favour?” Alison asked, and winked. Jane was breathless. Maybe it was the afterglow, maybe her own curiosity, maybe she just didn’t know but she nodded. She got off the table and Alison took her place, spreading her legs for Jane.

Jane hadn’t been this close to another woman’s pussy ever. It was strange and beautiful. She saw Chris’s cum already oozing out of Alison’s pussy. Jane bent over, as Alison did, and carefully kissed her inner thighs, kissing closer. She could feel the heat from Alison’s pussy near her face and she finally screwed up her courage and gently probed Alison’s lips with her tongue. She could taste Chris, she licked up the salty semen and moved on – she licked Alison the way she liked to be licked. She licked her clit up and down and side to side, swirling her tongue around it, licking lower, pushing her tongue into Alison’s pussy. Jane smiled, Chris was kneeling behind her, his hands holding her hips, his tongue gently probing her asshole. She loved being tongue-fucked back there. She knew she wasn’t going to cum from it but damn it felt good.

Jane licked a finger and gently slid it into Alison’s pussy – she had only ever fingered herself, so this was new and unfamiliar territory coming at it from this direction. It was alien but good. She followed her instinct and started sliding her finger in and out of Alison. Alison responded by lifting her pelvis up a little, giving Jane better access. Maybe it was because Chris was tongue-fucking her so good, but Jane felt her tongue dip down lower, and just briefly, it brushed Alison’s asshole.

“Mmmmmm,” Alison cooed, “keep doing that. That’s good… that’s good…” Alison’s fingers coiled in Jane’s hair – even if Jane wanted to pull back, she couldn’t. She fingered Alison harder, faster. She’d never made another woman cum before, but she knew Alison was so close. She felt Alison start to shake, then released a low, animalistic moan. Jane knew that it was time to let up, and pulled back. Alison seemed to go limp, and then let out a loud, contented sigh.

“Now that’s what I call stress-relief. I feel like I could do all this again tomorrow.”

“I’m not in,” Chris said.

“Well, we won’t wait up.” Alison winked, put her coat on and was up the stairs before the other two could stop her.

“I think we should definitely keep doing this. I feel better. More relaxed.”

“Uh-huh,” Jane said, getting dressed. “You just liked seeing her eat me out.”

“I liked seeing you eat her out, too. And the fucking.”

“You’re an ass.”

“I’ll let you get going – I don’t want anyone to see us leaving together, they might get ideas.” Chris laughed.

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I was tired. ‘Dog-tired’, as the saying goes. The warm water coursed down my body soothing away some of the aches and pains of a thirteen hour flight from Sydney. Twenty-six hours of flying for a 3 hour meeting, 3 hours of waiting at the airport for my return flight, and two hours of traffic on the 405 back to my home in Huntington Beach. At the moment, I was feeling every one of my 42 years old.

I finished my shower and toweled off. Looking at my watch I saw that it was just past 9:00 o’clock. Was it a.m. or p.m.? My head was too foggy to know from the time change and travel. Wiping the steam from the mirror I looked at my reflection. Wearily I shaved and brushed my teeth thinking all the time about how good my bed was going to feel when I finally dropped myself into it. For 42 I was still in pretty decent shape. Granted I didn’t have the lean toned body I once had but I was in better shape physically than many men my age.

Setting my tooth-brush back on the counter I picked up the silver framed photo sitting nearby. My wife of 17 years, Amanda, looked back at me smiling, her arms wrapped around our daughter, Mandy on her 13th birthday. Both were giggling. I had taken the photo that day years ago and had never been happier. I thought it would last forever. Forever turned out to be just hours. The photo was the last I had of Amanda.

Two days after Mandy’s birthday her mother collapsed in our kitchen having suffered a massive stroke. It had happened about 10:00 o’clock in the morning while Mandy was at school and I was at work. When my daughter called me at 3:30 saying that she hadn’t been picked-up, and her Mom wasn’t answering the phone, I knew there was something wrong. Something was so very wrong. She was only 36 when she had died. I felt guilt when this happened. I still felt it all these years later though the doctors told me had I been there, the moment it happened, and gotten her to the hospital with haste, there still would have been nothing they could have done to save her.

That first year had been hard. I didn’t know how to handle or deal with a teenaged girl. I admit freely I wasn’t a very good father during that period either. I worked many hours and I was angry. At 36 I was a widower and a single father to a budding teenaged girl. We battled! Oh lord how we battled that first year. It was hard on us both but eventually we had called a quiet truce. And over the last few years we’d become more than just father and daughter. We’d become friends. I taught her to golf, she taught me to be cool, or so she thought. Hell, I’d always been cool. She just didn’t know it.

As of late though, she seemed to change. Her demeanor was different on a day to day basis. I assumed it was just the adjustment from high school to college. The stress of growing up.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into my bedroom. I was surprised to find Mandy sitting there looking at me crossed legged on the bed, looking so very much like her Mother. In fact, my wife used to sit the same way waiting for me to finish my shower after a business trip in a faded UCLA Bruins T-shirt.

I felt a yearning deep in my soul and it made my heart ache again like it hadn’t ached for some time now.

At 5’2″, and roughly 125 lbs, Mandy was an exact replica of her mother at that same age when she and I first met. We were both in our 1st year at UCLA at the time and my mind flashed back to that very first meeting….

*************************************

It was a Saturday night in November of 1984. The Bruins had just defeated cross town rival USC. USC had already clinched the PAC-10 title and was going to the Rose Bowl. It made the win that much sweeter for our school. It was the 3rd year in a row we had beaten the mighty Trojans!

I was eighteen and pretty drunk when I bumped into a tiny wisp of girl with blonde curls cascading well past her shoulders. I spilled half of my beer right down the front of her Bruins t-shirt.

“You fucking idiot this is a brand new shirt,” she screamed at me over Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf.’

***************************************

Looking back now I have to laugh. It was a rather inauspicious first meeting with the woman who would become my wife a year later the mother to my only child 5 years later and the only woman I had ever been to bed with.

I was a virgin as was Amanda when we met. In the six years she’d been gone I hadn’t wanted or gaziantep escort telefonları even considered taking another woman to bed.

“Hi Daddy,” Mandy said with a sigh. Her breasts heaved slightly and were accentuated by the same faded UCLA Bruins T-shirt that I had spilled beer on when I was a freshman in college. That T-shirt brought back many memories of her mother. She’d worn it on our first date. It was the first shirt I had taken off Amanda to reveal her beautiful breasts. She’d worn that shirt and nothing else the whole next day as we made love again and again in my apartment.

Mandy’s tanned legs and smooth round thighs stuck out from under her short skirt. Sitting like she was a substantial amount of her skin was visible to me and I felt a stirring in my groin that I was knew was wrong. Her thick blonde hair fell in curls around her shoulders.

She looked so much like her mother.

In the past couple of months I had been noticing more and more how much like her mother she really was. How she walked… talked… flipped her hair out her eyes… chewed on her bottom lip when she was feeling pensive about something. All reminded me so much of my dear Amanda.

“Hi baby,” I said, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Is there something wrong?”

She turned her face away and drew a deep breath. Her breasts were impossible to ignore in the faded paper-thin baby blue t-shirt with the Gold nearly impossible now to see UCLA letters stretched across them. Of late, she’d taken to wearing the shirt on what seemed a daily basis. I never asked her how she got her hands on it or where she had even found.

When she faced me, I could see tears in her eyes.

“What is it honey? Talk to Daddy.”

After what seemed an eternity of silence she spoke. Even her voice sounded like her mother and my heartache.

“It’s been six years Daddy,” she began poignantly her voice soft. “Six years today,” she paused, and then continued in a more rushed voice, “I just miss her so much. There are so many things I feel like I have missed out on not having a mother. So many things she hadn’t taught me that I need to learn.”

“Hey,” I said, with a slight laugh trying to bring a smile to my beautiful daughters face, “what? Your old man is chopped liver? Haven’t I taught you some good things?”

I knew full well what today’s date was and I had tried to put it out of my mind. Losing the love of your life is not something you get over. It is something you learn to live with. After six years I still had a hard time trying to live without my wife.

“Oh daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound like you haven’t been there. You have. You are the best Dad ever. But teaching me how to hit out of a sand trap isn’t exactly what I meant.” She tried not to smile as she said that last bit but did in spite of herself.

Her smile faded as quickly as it had come. She looked at me very intently her eyes boring into mine. Her mother’s eyes.

“Daddy?” she began, “Was Mom a good lover?”

I have to admit I was a little surprised by the question but I answered without hesitation.

“Yes, honey she was.”

“Why?”

I guess I had never thought about exactly WHY my wife had been such an amazing lover. We had been each others first and only sexual partners (well, sort of, but that is a story for another time). Was it because I didn’t know any different? Was it her willingness and openness to experimenting with new things, positions, and sexual games?

“Well…..” I hesitated not really sure how to answer. Not really sure why my daughter was asking this question of me.”

“Well?” she questioned. Impatiently. “Well, what?”

“It’s hard to explain why someone is a good lover honey…”

“I don’t care somebody, daddy. I want to know if mom a good lover? What made her good? What did she do that made her good? You guys were eighteen when you two met. Did you teach her how to be a good lover? I mean I’m sure you both had experiences before meeting each other, right?”

Her questions came at me in a rush and I didn’t know how to answer her. “Whoa, baby! Hold on, slow down! Where’s this coming from Manda.” The words came out of my throat harshly. I didn’t mean them to be or sound, harsh and she didn’t seem to notice I called her Manda (like I use to call her Mom) as opposed to Mandy.

“Please Daddy,” My daughter pleaded with me, her eyes smoldered and they pierced my heart. “I need to know.”

“Where is this coming from Mandy?” I asked again softer this time though she didn’t seem to hear me.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to upset.” Tears welled escort gaziantep telefonları in her eyes and she started to rise from her sitting position.

Gently, I reached out to her to keep her seated. “No, I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I’ll answer your questions,” I shrugged, “you just….I guess…. kind of caught me off guard.”

I tried to ignore the fact that I was sitting there with nothing more than a towel wrapped around my waist as I tried to gather my thoughts to answer my baby’s questions.

Slowly, the words formed in my brain and made their way to my lips, my mind drifting with memories of the feel and the touch of my wife. Of how her lips tasted against mine. How her body would melt into mine as I would slide into her. How her inner most core tasted on my lips. I will always remember her taste. Sweeter than the sweetest taste I could have ever imagine.

“There are a lot of reasons why your mother was a good lover honey. We were always open and I guess open-minded about sex. It was the 80’s and there was a lot of stuff going on. We were both virgins when we met…”

“Wait! WHAT?”

“What?” I asked momentarily coming out of my revere.

“You were BOTH virgins?” Mandy asked, in a shocked voice.

I nodded with a half smile. “Yes,” I answered, “we were.”

“Oh my god,” Mandy said in shocked voice.

“What? We were eighteen. Freshman. We were kids.”

“Well yeah Daddy, I know that. But Nana and Papa always talk about when you were in high school and all the girls you dated and….”

“Yes?”

“You never did it with anyone?”

“No. Not one of them. There has only your mother. She’s been the only one… ever” I emphasized, the last bit.

Shock, wonder, amazement all played across her face. “The only one, Daddy? Really? You mean…”

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “Manda was the only one. Ever.” Again, I emphasized the word EVER.

“So you haven’t….uh…..ya know…” she stammered, seeming a little embarrassed.

“No honey,” I said, looking directly into her eyes. “I have not made love to another woman since your Mother died.”

I couldn’t tell if I saw respect in her eyes from my statement or sadness. Truth of it was there was no other woman in the world I could ever want but Manda Yes, there had been a few dates here in there in the last five years, or so. There had been a few propositions in hotel bars from women while on business trips out of town. But no woman, no matter how beautiful, intelligent or sexy they might be, could ever match up to my Manda.

“Not even a blow job?”

“Mandy!” I said, in the ‘shocked father voice’ I am sure every man, with a daughter (who ever heard those words come out of his daughters mouth) gets.

She giggled then held her hands over her mouth as she did so. This too was something her Mother would do when she said something someone would deem, well, naughty. Her laughter though was contagious and I began to chuckle too. To an outsider I am sure it would seem very odd maybe inappropriate for a father sitting in his bedroom in just a towel laughing with is teenage daughter over the fact that he hadn’t had a hummer in 6 years.

Little by little our laughter subsided and my beautiful daughter smiled at me. Her mother’s smile.

I felt a stirring under the towel and shifted slightly under her gaze.

“I’m surprised Daddy. Honestly I am. I never thought about it really but I just always assumed you were” she hesitated searching for the right words.

“Getting some?” I said with another chuckle.

“Well, yeah. You know all my friends are always telling me how hot they think you are. I mean it shouldn’t be hard for you to find someone to have sex with. I’ll bet half the women in this neighborhood would line up outside your bedroom door here if you opened yourself up for business,” she giggled.

“Maybe sweetie. But I’m not open for business, as you so delicately put it.” I responded to her. “There is no one,” I began, “who’s like your mother.” I stated. Though sitting here, looking at my precious daughter, I knew that statement not to be true. “There is no one who could ever replace her.”

Mandy’s look turned serious then and she asked, “Why Daddy?”

My thoughts turned back again to Manda and I began to speak.

“Your mother was beautiful in everyway. Her looks, her body, everything was perfect. But it was so much more than that. It was the passion in her eyes when we made love the touch of her hands on my body. It was the feel of her skin under my hands against my skin. How she kissed,” my eyes closed gaziantep escort bayan telefonları and I could almost feel her lips against mine again.

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I could see her, standing there in front of me then. I remember the day so clearly it was a Friday and Mandy would be turning 13 the next day. I’d come home from work at my usual time and there she was at the foot of the steps. Like so many other times, she wore her faded Bruins t-shirt. The only other accessory this time though was a sexy pair of ‘clear heels’ I had bought Amanda for her birthday, and a she was wearing a tiny lace thong that I knew would barely cover her mound. “Mandy is having dinner with my parents tonight and staying the night there since they can’t be at her birthday party tomorrow. We have the house to ourselves.”

She turned from me then and started up the stairs. My eyes watched her ass shift from side to side as she shimmied her way up the stairs. Half-way to the top she stopped and looked at me her green eyes smoldering with passion. “Are you coming?”

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“She kissed me like…I don’t know…like no one else has ever kissed me, before or after. She loved to kiss. She could spend hours just kissing.” My voice was husky and I could feel my cock growing hard at the memory. If I could have stood right then and put some jeans on me, I would have. If I had there would have been no hiding my erection from my daughter. Fortunately, my seated position and the towel kept my erect cock from being noticeable to my daughter

“I’ll bet you couldn’t though could you Daddy?” Mandy said with a slightly wicked laugh.

“Couldn’t what?

“Just kiss for hours and hours,” she said to me teasingly

I laughed.

“It wasn’t always easy, but it sure was worth it once she was ready to move from kissing to, uh…” I paused and chuckled, “uh, other things”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” I nodded smiling. “Other things.”

“How did she kiss you Daddy that it made it so amazing?”

I struggled for the right words to explain. How do you tell your daughter that all it took was a tiny kiss from her mother to make me rock hard and ready to take her? How do you explain the soft, yet firmness of perfect lips? Lips that were exactly like the ones I now looked at attached to a young woman who was created from what started as a simple good night kiss.

“It’s hard to explain really, Manda.” I again slipped, calling my daughter by my wife’s name. This time, she did notice.

My eyes met my daughters then. Slowly she lowered her eyes and said quietly, “Show me Daddy.”

I sat there dumbfounded. Did my daughter, so much like her mother in everyway I could see, just ask me to show her how her mother used to kiss me? I shook my head, trying to clear my head. The jet lag was getting to me. The hot shower. The beauty of my wife looking at me wide eyed in the form of my daughter. Her green-eyes carried the same sensually smoky look her mother’s eyes had so often given me.

“Baby, I Ca…”

She leaned forward and placed her finger against my lips. “Yes, Daddy. You can. I want you to. I want you to kiss me and teach me how to kiss you, like she used to kiss you.”

She rose from her seated position and shifted to her knees, kneeling in front of me.

Slowly she leaned in towards me. Time stood still. I was eighteen again and Manda was leaning in to kiss me at the end of our first date. That first kiss, there at the door of her dorm room, had led to us quickly walking practically running back to my car and driving to my apartment. Within minutes of arriving there we tore at each others clothing and would spend the next 48 hours making love in every conceivable position we could think of. I wanted her. I wanted her like I have never wanted anything or anyone. I wanted my… My daughter! I wanted my daughter.

My brain screamed at me how wrong this was my protest however was a feeble one.

“You’re my Daughter Mandy,” I said weekly.

“Did mommy kiss you like this Daddy?”

She pressed her lips to mine then. They were soft, so very, very soft and so very much like her mother’s lips. Pressing her moist slightly parted lips to mine I could feel my partially erect cock spring to its’ full length and girth. I groaned with the strain I felt deep inside me.

Her right hand had moved to my cheek and I could feel her soft of palm against the freshly shaved skin and her lips moved against mine.

My heart pounded as if it were going to explode from my chest. I could almost feel the movement of my blood as it entered my cock and made it harder still. It strained against the confining cotton of the towel. The softness tickled the tip and sensitive rim around the engorged head.

As Mandy’s tongue slipped into my mouth searching for mine, my head reeled. I was kissing my wife again. I could feel her. I could taste. My heart, my soul, my cock screamed out to me to take her. To make her mine, once again, like I had so many years ago…

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You probably ought to read the 1st part of this story although I have tried to make it ‘stand-alone.’ Also having reread my story I think a lot of the dialogue is too open and honest. Maybe you should regard some of the conversation as what is going on in the characters head’s rather what is spoken.

I am using my husband’s account. I should have started my own but I only thought I was going to write one story, it’s too late now.

I wanted to write a story from a husband’s perspective. This is the culmination of a lot of sexy discussions I have had with my husband over the years. I hope I got the male response right. That’s as far as reality goes, the rest is fantasy.

“If you want 10” cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I’m sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.

I try to keep the sex as true to my own experience as possible. I love to write about kissing, stoking, how sex feels and sex as an encounter which involves all the senses. I do like to ‘get dirty’ but only in the height of my (and my character’s) arousal. All my stories have my own experience in them, but they are not autobiographical.

No one in this story is under the age of 18.

Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.

Act 1 — post coitus

My son and wife lay side by side on our living room carpet. Their bodies were covered in a sheen, their hair matted with sweat, his cock glistened with the mixture of their bodily fluids, her pussy was still gaping open, seeping honey and semen into a puddle on the carpet. They smelt wonderful. They looked totally and utterly relaxed. Maddy was gently smiling and Harry grinning from ear to ear.

Nobody spoke, our eyes and faces said everything we needed to say. We had a threesome of glances.

Harry was 1st to move. Without speaking, he got up and started to get dressed. Maddy looked at me, a bit concerned. Had we gone too far? Had reality kicked in? Is he regretting what they did? Where is he going?

We needn’t have worried as he only put on underpants and shirt then he sat down on the sofa still grinning. Maybe he was just a bit self-conscious being naked in front of both parents.

Maddy followed his lead, putting on knickers and t-shirt. I noted she didn’t bother with her bra. She retook her place between the two of us. I fantasised that I was about to witness round 2.

Someone had to break the silence as it was deafening. Maddy obliged, “So Harry, how does it feel to lose your virginity?”

He was desperate to speak. He buzzed with excitement. “Oh, mum you have no idea. I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I feel like a man. I can’t wait to start dating.”

Maddy replied. “That’s great Harry, but you have a lot to learn.”

Harry looked a little crestfallen. I feared Maddy was about to revert to mum and give him a lecture, so I intervened. “So, teach him, Maddy.”

Maddy’s eyes flashed daggers at me. “No Bob, I’m not about to start a love making school. Do this, don’t do that, put your hand here blah blah blah. That’s mummy, little boy stuff. Harry is a man; he will have to make his own way and find out himself.”

I replied. “That’s a shame.” I changed the subject, “so, tell us what you enjoyed about it.”

Her eyes softened and she looked at Harry. She had realised that her ‘lot to learn’ comment was a bit harsh. “I loved the semi planned nature of what we did, Harry. I loved the anticipation of being turned on by porn only inches away from you. I was so turned on by the unavoidable fact that you are my son, and this was wrong. I was excited by the knowledge that your testosterone levels were going through the roof. I loved it when your lust overcame your hesitancy, and your hand reached the soft skin of the top of my inner thigh. Electricity went through my brain as you gently stroked my pussy through my knickers. The world seemed to stand still while we kissed and played with each other.”

“The next thing I remember is guiding you into me. Oh, wow Harry, I remember thinking my son has a very hard cock. That phrase sent my head in a spin. This was my son fucking me. I wanted your cock in me. I loved the danger of it. I was really excited because what we were doing was just plain wrong. The more I thought about it being wrong, being dirty, the more I wanted it. Then I remembered I was unprotected.”

Harry interrupted. “Mum I am so sorry.” He looked over her shoulder to me and I shook my head. He stopped mid-sentence.

Maddy continued. “That’s sweet Harry but you didn’t know. I’m a grown up. I make my own decisions and take responsibility for them. The more I thought about letting you cum in me the more turned on I got. It just made the feelings of danger and naughtiness even kahramanmaraş escort more real to me. I wanted you to ejaculate in me. I wanted to feel your cock pulse in me. I wanted your seed as deep in me as you could get it. I can’t explain it. It was totally primeval.” By this time Maddy was slightly squirming in her seat. I knew she was very turned on. I could see Harry’s tent and I knew if I got the next move right were in for a fun night. I slowly leant forward as if to kiss her but at the last second diverted my mouth to her ear. “It’s always been your number one fantasy to have a threesome with two men. What are you waiting for?” I moved my head away, looked her in the eye and grinned.

“You shit. Oh, you think you know how to press my buttons don’t you Bob?” She said in a semi growl, she was not smiling. I caught a glimpse of Harry. He looked, rightly, confused. I held her gaze and raised my eyebrows, still grinning. Time stood still.

The next few minutes were a blur of action. She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. She hooked her left knee over mine and her right over Harry’s. I accepted her invitation and slid my hand down her tummy. Her knickers were tight across her hip bones with gaps either side of her mount of venus. I slid my hand into her knickers and across her pubic hair. I gently rubbed two fingers over her labia, gathering honey, and then made my way up back up to her clitoris. There was a sharp intake of breath from her as I lightly massaged it with my fingertips. Her tongue pushed into my mouth. Our jaws and lips became very animated.

This was going well, I thought. Then she slightly froze. I felt mild panic and opened my eyes. Harry was touching her breasts. Not a problem in a threesome you might think but he was mauling them. Her breasts are very sensitive, she hates being mauled. Should I do something? Should I say something? She didn’t want this to be a mummy, little boy training session. I was relieved when she took control. In one continuous movement she stopped kissing me, put her hand on the back of my head and pushed me down. At the same time, she lifted her t-shirt which had the effect temporarily stopping Harry from mauling her. Then she pushed my head to the same breast, putting a stop to his mauling altogether. I felt her turn towards him slightly. She had pulled his head down and was now kissing him, washing his mouth with saliva. Next, she dropped a hand to his pants and started to massage his cock.

We continued like this for some time. Me, tenderly licking and sucking her nipple with my fingers working her pussy. Harry kissing her while she massaged his manhood. I felt her move again and turn. I had to sit up and disengage from her breast although I continued to play in her knickers. She turned to me and started to undo my shirt. Harry’s hands moved to her breasts. He had learnt that lesson. He was softly caressing them while lightly stroking her nipples. He was doing a good job as she was having difficulty concentrating on getting my clothes off. Getting them off while sitting was going to take too long, so I stood up.

I was stripping as fast as I could and watched Maddy turn back to Harry. They hurriedly removed each other’s clothes as I stripped. We all wanted sex and we wanted it now! Their lips re-engaged, her fingers closed around his cock, and he continued to pay attention to her breasts. I sat back down and stroked my wife’s back as she snogged our son. Her hand was again full of his cock. I stroked her bum, I was enjoying the feeling of her smooth skin while watching her pull his foreskin down to reveal his helmet.

I loved her being in control. We were there to serve her, and we knew it. She moved again, she disengaged from his lips and lowered her head to his crotch. His face was a picture. Full of surprise and wonder until she engulfed his cock in her mouth. His face changed, his eyes closed, and his mouth opened. All expression disappeared from his face. He had gone to heaven. I watched her head slowly bob up and down on him. In my opinion she gives the best blow jobs in the world. She is so smooth and languid. I love the way she uses her tongue on my helmet, ridge and foreskin. Harry was enjoying it too. I wanted to help her, so I moved up closer behind her in a sort of spoon position. I pushed her leg forward to give me access to her pussy. I resumed my gentle stroking up and down her labia. Harry put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her head further down his cock. ‘Not good Harry,’ I thought, ‘she doesn’t like that.’ She took his wrist and placed his hand on her breast. Another silent lesson for Harry.

She has a small mouth, so I knew her jaw was going to ache soon, especially given the size of Harry. She moved again. She got up and laid on her back with her head in my lap. She pulled her knees slightly up and to one side opening her pussy to Harry. I got a waft of the scent from her pussy as she opened kahramanmaraş escort bayan her legs. He started to move toward her, but she opened her fingers in a sort of ‘wait’ sign. Her fingers moved to her pussy, and she started to masturbate. I love it when she masturbates, especially when she brings herself to orgasm. She spat on her hand and used the palm of it to make big circles on her labia, causing her pussy to bloom like a rose in full view of her son. With the index finger of her other hand, she strummed her clitoris. Her hips were slowly moving up and down. Her eyes were closed, and she was gently gasping. Harry’s eyes wandered all over her body. Another lesson for Harry I thought.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she met Harry’s gaze. Her hands continued to work her pussy as a sexy flirty smile spread across her face. She looked down to her pussy and Harry’s gaze followed. We were all transfixed by her hand movements. Her hands were slick with sticky mess and were making wet sounds as they moved across her pussy. She was enjoying being watched as spread her legs and manipulated her pussy like a nymphomaniac slut.

Although she loves spreading her legs and playing with herself to an audience, I guessed she would not want a solo orgasm. Especially as she had two willing accomplices. She held up her hands to Harry in a motion inviting him to join hands. He took that as a sign that she wanted his cock in her and started to manoeuvre himself. Just as his head was level with her pelvis, she took hold of his head and pushed it down. I nearly laughed at his puzzled expression. He quickly realised that he was supposed to eat his mother’s pussy. His expression said ‘I’m not sure I’m up for this’ and I nearly giggled again. I thought ‘tough shit son, it’s your job and anyway I think you will like it.’ After slight hesitation he got into it. Maddy guided his head and gave him slight moans of encouragement when he hit the right spot. Maybe he got the idea from her slobbery kisses, but he was soaking her pussy with his saliva. His face quickly became sticky and wet. Her undulating hips told me she loved it. All this time I was gently stoking her breasts.

She kept us guessing as, after a while, without saying a word, she pushed Harry’s head away and got off the sofa. Slowly and deliberately, she knelt, doggy style, on the floor with her bum facing us. We could both see her pussy like a blossomed dew coated rose, ready and willing. She looked around at us as if to say ‘who is going to fuck me then.’ Harry moved to get up but then sat back down. He looked over to me and smiled. His testosterone was driving him, he wanted to fuck her, but he wanted permission. I nodded my head towards Maddy as if to say, ‘go on son, fuck her.’ He got up and took up position behind her. He was learning fast. He didn’t need to be guided in and he entered her carefully. He still gave her his full length, but her head hardly jerked at all as his cock head reached her cervix. So here we were again, my son with his ample cock buried deep in my wife. As his instinct forced him to move it was different than last time. More loving, just as strong and deep but not so violent. It allowed them to build a sympathetic rhythm together. They were making love. It wasn’t just him slowly moving in and out, she was able to reciprocate the movement. His cock glistened with her juice and his spit. Her pussy squelched with his spit and his cum. She sighed and he stroked her back, moving his hands back until he held her hips.

The smell of their lovemaking grew again and wafted into my nostrils. The gentle rhythmic slap of their bodies interspersed by almost silent sighs, grunts and ‘mmms’ was hypnotising me. I was loving every minute. I caught Maddy’s eye, she smiled. Her facial expression said, ‘fuck I’m enjoying this, his cock is marvellous.’ Her smile disappeared and her eyes widened every time he bottomed out as her eroticism reached a new height, but came back again as he withdrew. They made slow and steady love for some time, enjoying the consideration they were giving each other. The soft sounds of their lovemaking were intoxicating and the way they did everything slowly so they enjoyed every second of each other ensured they truly were lovers.

Maddy continued to hold my gaze and then ran her tongue slowly over her top lip as if to say, ‘what are you doing up there, come down here.’ I did what I think she wanted me to do and took up position at her head. I held my cock, and she engulfed the head. Moving her lips over the ridge of my helmet. I pulled my foreskin back as an invitation to lick and suck the bell end of my cock. Harry had stopped moving. Maddy was rocking gently but purposefully backwards and forwards on our cocks. Alternating being filled in her pussy and then mouth. I stroked her shoulders; Harry stroked her bum. We both watched the other’s cock move in and out of her. It was hypnotic.

I have a favourite position with escort kahramanmaraş Maddy, and I wanted Harry to experience it. I pushed her shoulders back towards him. At first, she resisted, trying to keep me in her mouth, but then I think she realised what I was trying to do. She moved back into Harry forcing him to sit on his heels. She then proceeded to move backwards and forwards. She was fucking him while he remained still. When she does this to me, I always feel every rib and bump of my shaft in her pussy. I think it is because she has to use all of her pelvic muscles to move, which cause the muscles in love canal to tighten. Whatever it is I love it. She does too; it puts her in control and always makes her wetter.

They made love like this for a few minutes, Harry staring at his cock moving in and out of his mother, Maddy working on her sons cock. Her sweat matted hair hung over her face. She was grunting every time she took his full length. I noticed she was getting a little more animated and a little rougher. She was transitioning from smooth lovemaking to fucking. Harry looked like he was enjoying this position as much as I do, I guess his cock was hardening. Then the giveaway, he started to echo her grunts. Maddy responded to him and moved faster and harder on him. She wanted to help him to cum again. She was moving hard on him now, her long brown hair swaying backwards and forwards. Her sweat covered breasts swayed deliciously under her. Her body sheened with sweat and her smell (pussy and sweat) was becoming very powerful.

I thought maybe their coupling would remain a picture of beautiful but forbidden love making until he finally ejaculated in her, staring into her eyes and sharing a tender kiss, but it was turning animal again. Maddy’s filthy mouth started again. The smile had disappeared from her face and she spoke in short grunty sentences as she moved back on his cock, staring into my eyes like she wanted me to feel every emotion in her voice. “Your cock is so hard Harry. I can feel every part of it. I am so full of your rock-hard prick. Cum in me. Please cum in me. I want to fuck you until I feel your cock pulse your seed in me.” I held her gaze, whilst watching them both it was so erotic; they were becoming more like rutting dogs by the second.

Then Harry spoke. Maddy didn’t often talk dirty, but I never guessed Harry would. He looked up and, as he spoke, held my gaze. It seemed to me he wanted me to feel the mountain of lust he had for my wife, his mum; I was so involved. “My prick is deep in you, and you love it. You know this is wrong, mum, but you are so fucking dirty. You should not want you son’s fertile cum in you unprotected pussy. But you want it, don’t you?”

“mmm” was all she could manage at that time. She worked herself on him forcing him deeper into her. Harder, faster her tits were violently swaying under her. She pushed back and sat up on his cock. Her movement became now more up and down. Bouncing on his hard cock. His hands instinctively cupped her breasts. Her hands moved to her crotch. She split the fingers of one hand and moved them up and down her labia either side of the monster cock that was pistoning in and out of her. Her other hand was tucked behind with her fingers strumming her clit. It didn’t need lubrication. She was already dribbling a combination of honey from this fucking and cum from the last one onto the carpet. Her tits bounced up and down and her sweat matted hair was now stuck to her face. Her mouth was wide opening catching her breath, her eyes wide open looking at me but focused on infinity. “yes, yes, yes” was all she could say.

Harry spoke again. “I’m close. Your cunt aches for it. Tell me what do, tell me what you want, beg me.”

“Please, Harry, I want your cum. I want your seed. I’m going to fuck hard you until you fill me. I want you. You are a dog and I’m your bitch. I’m your dirty bitch, smell my pussy, lick me, taste my sweat, it’s for you.” He lowered his head to her neck and started to lick her sweat. He had some difficulty as her bouncing motion was getting very strong. She was still staring at me though, her eyes were saying ‘look at me, I’m a rutting animal, I’m a bitch on heat, I’m so full of lust I want to make a baby with my own son, what do you think of that?’

Harry spat the words out in her ear between attempts to lick her neck. “You want my baby, don’t you?”

“Yes, don’t hold back, I want your baby now, cum in me. Cum.”

“Not yet. Whose baby do you want? Who do you want to cum in you?”

“You. My son. My own baby. Harry please cum deep in me. I can feel you pushing my cervix. Spew your spunk deep in me.”

“Yesssss. I’m going to make you pregnant, so fuck me harder, mum. Fuck your son so hard he sprays seed in deep your cervix. Slide your cunt up and down my hard cock, you stink like a filthy bitch. Fuck me like the bitch you are.”

“yes I am your bitch… please……please, fuck your bitch, yes.” She was a stinking fountain of sweat and spit. Her breasts constantly on the move as she bounced. Her face plastered with her wet hair as she fucked her son as deep as she could.

“You are my bitch mother, you stink of sweat and my cum, you are a bitch on heat. You are such an animal you want a baby with your own son. I came out of this soaking pussy and it is full of me again. Tell me what you want, beg for it.”

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Author’s note: I am sorry for the delay; I mentally lost the threat of this story for a while and was unable to produce anything I felt worthy of submitting. Hopefully this will make up for the delay. I won’t be giving up, but please understand that chapters won’t be appearing quickly, I am not as prolific as some here. I also self-edit, and am admittedly not the best so I apologize in advance for that.

Mom lay on the bed, thoroughly and completely fucked out. I had used her and verbally debased her in ways that I had never thought of before today. While it wasn’t something I wanted to make a usual part of our productions or our sex life, I was willing to do it just because I knew it turned Mom on.

The shoot had lasted for hours, the extra time required to move around cameras significantly adding to our production time. I decided then that our shooting clips with a storyline wasn’t going to be our norm. At the end of editing, I had a clip coming in well over an hour and a half, including a fair bit of ‘story’. Not bad for an amateur production, I was quite pleased with the end result.

As I showered Mom eventually joined me, her hands sensuously washing me, though it never got to the point of being erotic in nature. We were both too sated to continue. Done with our cleaning, we pulled on some robes and walked into the kitchen.

Mom put on a pot of coffee and started puttering, making us a light meal. I ate and did the dishes while she sat and enjoyed her coffee. Done, I poured myself another cup and joined her at the table.

“So, I was thinking Mom, if I am dealing with Veil, I think you should take over answering fan mail. How does that sound to you?”

Mom was surprised, but I could see that she liked the idea. It would fill a lot of hours of her day, something both of us needed to do now that we didn’t work anymore. Life would get very boring with nothing to do and we couldn’t fuck all day. Even her time in the greenhouse wouldn’t take up a whole lot of hours once she had things started.

“I would love to Mike. We are getting behind on answering them, aren’t we?”

I had been skimming them each time I had signed in, and while none of the fans were getting rude about our lack of replies, some had gotten the impression that we wouldn’t be answering. I got the feeling that it was common for the performers to not to. I hoped it would boost our popularity even more if Mom did.

“A little, yeah. Oh, and we need to pick the first commission as well.”

Mom had a little smile on her face and I got the feeling that she had already decided on what we would be doing for a commission. I wasn’t worried though, I knew whatever she wanted would be a very fun time for me.

Mom headed out to the greenhouse after a bit and I went upstairs after putting in another workout. I really enjoyed my little hideaway. After a few hours I turned off my stuff and went downstairs. Mom was already in bed and I carefully joined her as I could hear her snoring softly. Feeling the warmth of her naked body against mine brought me a sense of peace and I drifted off to sweet dreams.

*****

“Hi Amanda, how are things?” I answered the phone, having been up for several hours already.

“Good Mike. What are you up to today?”

“Not a lot really, life is pretty slow now that I have a new job and all,” I chuckled.

“Speaking of which, are you shooting today?”

“Nope. We have been making too many videos recently. Don’t want to have our fans get bored of us, and Veil has already said he is going to post ours twice a week.”

“Oh wow. You guys must really be pumping them out.”

“Nothing too crazy, not near what you and your sis have on the site already, but we do want to stay as fresh as we can for a bit.”

“So would today be a good day for me to come and check out your new place?”

“Sure, bring a suit if you want to go swimming.”

“You have a pool?!?”

I could tell she was quite excited by that fact. “I do. This place is amazing. Got a hell of a deal on it.”

“Ok then, I’ll be leaving here in about half an hour.”

“Great. Just buzz when you get here.”

I went outside to the greenhouse and found Mom, and told her that Amanda was on her way out to visit us.

“Oh good. I was hoping she would be stopping by soon. Should I have lunch ready?”

“Sure, if you aren’t too busy Mom. If you are, I can make something for everyone.”

“No, I’ll do it. I can still ‘mom’ my baby boy.” She said with a wink.

I laughed and left her to her work. She came into the house a little while later and started to whip up a light lunch for us. Amanda buzzed and I pressed the button for the gate, watching on the monitor to make sure the gate swung closed. I met her on the front steps and gave her a hug, which turned into a nice kiss.

“This place is gorgeous!”

“It is, isn’t it? Wait until you see the inside.”

I took Amanda on a tour of the house; she was wide eyed as she took everything in. I loved seeing the wonder in her beautiful brown ofise gelen gaziantep escort eyes. The place was still new to me but it was as if I was seeing it again through her eyes.

“Have you guys shot here already?”

I was a little unsure of myself as I answered, almost expecting a trap. “Yeah, we have.”

“Cool. Is it posted already? I’d love to see it. There are so many possibilities here!”

I relaxed as Amanda seemed to be completely at ease knowing Mom and I had fucked and already posted the video. I brought her into the kitchen, where the three of us sat down and had a light lunch and chatted.

Mom shooed me away from the dishes and Amanda and I walked outside so I could show off the yard. She was excited about the pool and loved the greenhouse. The yard itself didn’t cover the entire acreage, but there were numerous trails throughout the property that she was excited to explore.

“Damn, and Veil helped you guys buy this place?”

“Yeah, he did.”

“I have to see your clips. They must be fucking amazing for him to go to these lengths.”

“I don’t think they are anything special. But I’m more than willing to let you access our account for the site. Should probably only do it here though with my laptop. I don’t know if Veil would be happy knowing you have access if he hasn’t given it to you.”

“Ok, mind if we sit outside while we check it out?”

“Sure.”

I went inside and opened the laptop, signing in to the site under my credentials, then brought the laptop out with me. Amanda had already sat down near the pool in one of the deck chairs. I handed over the laptop and pulled my chair closer to hers. Together we surfed the site for a bit. She was very impressed with the professional layout of the site, this being the first time she had seen it.

We started with her clips, just watching some of her favorite shoots before she tracked down Mom and I. Amanda’s eyes were wide as she watched our clips, the first being when Mom jerked me off onto her face. She couldn’t believe just how much cum I coated Mom with. She skipped over a few and played the video of my thick cock spreading Mom’s ass wide, gaping her before I filled her with my seed. Without rhyme or reason Amanda played the clips, skipping out of order as she watched them.

“Holy shit Mike! I get why Veil wanted to keep you guys around. Your Mom is fucking hot! Not to mention amazing for taking what you have. And your cock is fucking beautiful! You fuck like a god damn Champ!”

I blushed at the compliment. I saw Amanda’s eyes flit down quickly to my crotch where I had grown a little bit. Watching her clips and then my own had definitely turned me on slightly. Amanda’s lips turned up in a smile before she closed up the laptop.

“Let’s swim.”

I agreed and turned to head into the house to change. I turned back when Amanda called out.

“I didn’t bring a suit. I hope you don’t mind?”

Amanda pulled her top over her head, freeing her girls. High and perky on her chest, capped with hard little nipples, Amanda’s breasts swayed as she moved. They were smaller than Mom’s by a large margin, but still a very nice size. Her shorts quickly followed and I found out she was commando. Her ass flexed intriguingly as she dove into the pool stark naked. Shrugging to myself, I stripped down and dove in after her.

We swam around in the pool for a bit, laughing and playing, getting touchy and feely with each other, turning both of us on. I pulled Amanda in close and she wrapped her arms around my neck, then her legs around my waist. I walked us over to the edge of the pool and we kissed. Just little probing kisses, testing the waters so to speak even though we were both naked. My cock was hard and resting against her cleft, even in the water I could feel the heat radiating from her.

It would only take the slightest change in angle for me to slide up inside her, but I decided then that waiting would be for the best. Having my needs met on a very regular basis kept my head surprisingly clear.

I could tell Amanda was excited and she rubbed herself along my length repeatedly. If it hadn’t been for the water we stood in I’m sure I would have been soaked by her. I had seen just how wet this girl could get. Our kisses amped up in passion as I held her and her hands worked the muscles in my back. I felt Amanda’s hands clench on my ass, tightening almost painfully as she pulled me into her and she shuttered. She had just orgasmed by grinding on me!

I chuckled as her face colored in embarrassment, kissing her nose softly while smiling wide. She looked at me before she bent down, kissing me tenderly for a moment before breaking it.

“I’m sorry for that.”

“Please, don’t apologize. I am honored.”

Amanda looked quite vulnerable as she stared back at me. She had a cute blush to her cheeks. I reached up and pushed some of the wet hair from her face before following in with a kiss. We just stood there gaziantep ofise gelen bayan escort for a bit, the silence between us comforting rather than awkward. I released her and she did the same. My cock was still hard in the water between us.

Amanda swam a few feet away to where she could easily reach the bottom of the pool and tapped the edge, asking me to sit. I pushed myself up onto the edge and could feel the warm concrete under my bare ass cheeks. Amanda’s eyes slowly worked their way down my body to finally rest where I stood at full mast. I could see her nervousness as she took in my size.

Reaching down I cupped her face and brought her eyes back up to mine.

“You don’t need to.”

Amanda’s eyes flared in challenge and she moved closer, running her tongue along the flesh of my swollen cock. With her eyes still on mine, she took the large head of my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. I watched as she slowly sucked me deeper into her warm mouth.

She gagged as she hit the back of her throat and try as she might, she was unable to get me any deeper. Amanda’s hand wrapped around what was left and she stroked me as she sucked on me. I leaned back with my hands on the warm concrete, still staring into her eyes and let her do as she would. Her free hand came up and she lightly caressed my heavy sack with the tips of her fingers.

The play in the water and her orgasm on me had Amanda’s work mostly done, the excellent job she was doing with her mouth soon had me rushing towards my own release. Amanda could see the effect she was having and began to stroke me harder and faster while sucking intently on my flesh. Too much, I came. The first blast caused her to choke; my cum ran down her chin in thick rivulets as she gagged slightly. She quickly regained control as my orgasm didn’t let up despite her discomfort, pulse after pulse of my seed flooded her mouth. Amanda swallowed what I gave her as quickly as she could.

Amanda milked every drop from me and once I became overly sensitive took me from her mouth, though she still ran her tongue softly up and down my length.

Smiling up at me a little embarrassed, she stopped and said, “Fuck, you surprised me with the force of that first one Mike. I very nearly lost it.”

We had a nice chuckle from her admission. I slipped back into the water and pulled Amanda close, she once more wrapped herself around me. We kissed and pet each other, though it wasn’t sexual so much as sensual. We climbed from the pool and sat in the chairs, chatting and flirting, naked in the sun. There weren’t going to be a lot more days that this would be possible.

A few hours later Mom called to us from the house, letting us know dinner was ready. Amanda’s face turned deep red as she quickly got up and dressed. I think it had slipped her mind that Mom was here. I dressed a little more sedately, and we walked to the house hand in hand.

Dinner was great, Mom had quickly put Amanda at ease by keeping the topic mundane. The two laughed as Mom regaled Amanda with stories of my childhood, much to my embarrassment. While the two traded stories, I could see that Mom was in her glory. She had been waiting years to share these stories with a girl I had brought home. I could also tell she was on a slow burn, very subtly flirting with Amanda. I wasn’t sure what her exact gameplan was, but I was willing to wait to find out.

A couple of hours after dinner I walked Amanda out to her car and handed her a spare fob for the gate that I had found in a cabinet inside the garage. I knew she would be out here for visits a lot more frequently in the future. I watched as she drove her car down the paved driveway and out of sight.

Inside I found Mom sitting on the couch in the grand room, laptop open and running. Sitting beside her I could see she had gone through a lot of the messages already, setting up folders within the messaging program to organize them. I could only assume she had replied to at least some of them.

She turned to me and I could see she was quite aroused.

“I saw you two in the pool. Did you have sex?”

“No Mom. She just ground herself on me.”

Mom’s eyes sparkled and a grin appeared, “She came from just that?”

I nodded and I could see the blush of arousal on her face.

“You aren’t jealous?”

This cooled Mom’s jets a little, but I could tell she was giving serious thought as to how she was going to answer.

“No baby.” She hesitated, then continued. “There is something I need to explain to you. Try not to get upset with me please.”

I could see whatever she was going to say made her nervous, so I reached out and held her hand to comfort her. She smiled in appreciation at the gesture.

“You know that your father had sex with other women, right?”

I could feel the anger’s sudden spark to life in me, but surprisingly not as much as it used to. “Yes.”

Mom nodded, seeing my reaction. “Well, it gaziantep ofise gelen escort wasn’t the cheating that caused him to leave. See, I liked it.”

“What?” I was so confused by her admission.

“I liked him fucking other women. It turned me on. He had my full permission to do it. Afterward I would attack him when he came home.”

I couldn’t wrap my head around this, “Then why did he fuck off?”

“Because he is a coward, and a liar. I was cool with it, with certain rules. He had to be safe. Especially after the first woman he knocked up. You were just a couple of years old at the time. And he swore to me it would never happen again. I found out later that he was lying the entire time. Luckily for me he never brought anything home. But this last time he knocked a woman up was the final straw. He chose to lie then run instead of facing the music.

“But that isn’t important right now. Right now, we are discussing us. I completely and full heartedly approve of you and Amanda, I get the impression that she feels the same about us. I want to be a Gramma one day and my first impressions of her is that she will make a wonderful daughter in law someday.”

She laughed at the look on my face.

“Calm down, I’m not planning any weddings yet. But a mom has to look to the future. Anyhow, as for the two of you being intimate, you have no worries about jealousy on my part. In fact, just the opposite. It is such a turn on for me to know you are with other women. Seeing it like I did today? My panties are absolutely soaked right now, and I’ve already changed them twice.”

I had seen just how wet her panties could get and the thought of hers in that shape right now started to get the blood flowing.

“So, you are a cuckquean?”

“A what?”

“A cuckquean. A woman who gets sexual satisfaction from her partner having sex with another.”

“That sounds about right. Add in my other quirks, and my fantasies about it are quite vivid. You and Amanda are turning me on baby. You have nothing to worry about. In fact…”

Mom stood and kneeled before me, staring up into my eyes and she reached into my waistband. I lifted my butt and she pulled my joggers down and off of me. I was fully hard by now and Mom quickly took me into her mouth. Her technique was different than usual, this wasn’t about pleasuring me. I was soon soaked in her saliva and she stood, dropped her pants to her knees and knelt on the couch, her massive chest resting on the back of it.

“Take me hard son. I’m ready for it.”

I stood behind her and pulling her panties to the side I lined my swollen cock up with her wetness. I barely pressed against her before I was sliding effortlessly into her juicy, tight hole. I gave her a quick couple of seconds to adjust to my penetration before I began to fuck her hard and fast. She was her usual vocal self, if a lot louder now that we no longer had neighbors to worry about.

“Fuck yeah! Fuck Mommy good baby! Pound my slutty cunt! Take me like the whore I am! Fuck, I can’t believe I’m such a slut for my little boy!”

Grabbing her hips, I pulled her back as I drove hard into her, soon her words turned to gibberish and before long she was soaking me with her first orgasmic release. I was in the zone, loving the feel of her wrapped around my manhood, watching her lips unwillingness to let go as I pulled back before easily taking me back inside.

I pounded Mom hard over the couch through several more of her intense orgasms, her scent was thick from her fluids covering the couch, the floor and myself. I could actually feel a soreness in my balls from the violent impact of my scrotum against her bare, wet lips. Her large ass shook with every forceful impact. With one final powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside Mom and my cum burst free inside her.

Mom shrieked as I pulsed deep inside her. I unceremoniously collapsed, drained from the vigorous plumbing of Mom’s depths, pulling out with an audible pop before dropping to the couch next to her. She reached back with a shaky hand and adjusted her panties back to some semblance of order before standing on wobbly legs to pull up her pants.

Clothing adjusted, Mom lay on the couch between my legs and took me deeply into her mouth. With a gentle tongue she cleansed my flesh before just laying with her head in my lap and my softening cock between her lips. I lay back, enjoying the sensations as I caught my breath. The thought of taking her one more time briefly crossed my mind before I decided against it. I would save the next one for our fans.

*****

We settled into a nice easy routine over the next few weeks. Mom would spend a few hours in the mornings answering fan mail, something that increased dramatically once word got out that she was actually replying. It actually helped our sales as well, with one clip getting a hundred percent buy score, every single member having purchased it.

We continued to deliver regular clips to Veil, making sure to have a wide assortment of sexual acts. From her answering the member’s fan mail, Mom knew some didn’t care for our anal or the rough, degrading sex videos, so we produced a variety. I for one was happy about that as well; I didn’t want to treat Mom like a whore every time regardless of how exciting she found it to be. Luckily the site allowed us to have tags on our videos to make it easy to let the fans know what they would be buying in advance. We made good use of them.

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I’m normally a heavy sleeper and take a bit of time to come around, but as I came to the following morning, something just felt different. I knew I fell asleep with Emily cuddled up to me, but no, she wasn’t there beside me! Maybe she had woken early and gone home? Then I heard the toilet flush, and she crept back into the room, but instead of getting in beside me, she ducked under the bottom of the duvet and made her way up, stopping at my cock, playing with it for a few minutes, then lowered her mouth over it.Now, not being a morning person doesn’t mean I don’t get morning wood, I do. It’s that until the body is ready, you can do what you like and it won’t spit at you!I will admit, having her mouth on my cock was sure helping wake up my body and mind! After a few minutes, she kissed her way up my body until she was looking at me.“Morning, sleepyhead,” she quipped.“Good morning to you as well, gorgeous. Was that saying you are ready for the next round? şişman gaziantep escort If so, I will need to see what’s in the tank!”I leaned in to kiss her and let my hand roam her body, tweaked her nipples, and rubbed them to get them nice and hard and sensitive, then run my hand down her back, cupped her bum, massaged her cheeks, bringing my hand around to the front, rubbed her mons, and slid toward her sex. Her clit was already engorged, wanting to be played with, so I rubbed it, making her moan into my mouth. I slipped my middle finger into her sweet hole and moved it in and out, still rubbing her clit. I added a second finger and thrust harder and deeper, wiggled my fingers, trying to find that elusive spot, making her cry out.“Fuck me!” she cried.So, I did! I rolled her onto her back and rolled on top of her. She grabbed my cock and placed it at her entrance, and I thrust in hard, gaziantep şişman escort causing her to squeal. I lifted her legs up over my shoulders and thrust, slowly at first, then harder. Sweating and tiring, I lowered her legs, held her into me, rolled onto my back, and said, “Your turn!”She stayed laying on me and rocked her hips back and forth whilst kissing me, then lifted up and started to ride me cowgirl. I’m not sure how she had this much stamina from first thing in the morning, but I wasn’t saying no!She kept going until she was tired and collapsed on me. “Your turn!”I turned her over, got out of bed, pulled her toward me so she was kneeling on the end of the bed, and started thrusting into her again. Finally, I could feel myself building up and then unloading myself into her.We both crawled onto the bed and cuddled.“You’re amazing,” I said. “I do like the way you wake gaziantep şişman escort bayan me up in the morning, but don’t know where you got the energy after last night!”“I thought it might be an interesting start to the day for you,” she replied.She then said, “I didn’t tell you last night, but I had to tell my landlord that whilst I like the house, I can’t afford to keep it, and he has allowed me to get a tenant in, so I am going to need to be a bit more careful meeting up with you!”We carried on every few nights, meeting up until the tenant arrived. Not wanting to upset anything with the boyfriend, we both knew that it was friends with benefits and great sex, but we now had a potential spy in the camp and we didn’t want him to work anything out and say anything, so had to be a bit more discreet.I said to her, as we needed to be quicker, she must not wear any underwear, so it was less to take off/put on, I wasn’t expecting her to agree, but she did! Part two of taking her under my wing was partially complete. That damn bra had gone!Unfortunately, the lack of underwear was only when she was sneaking around to my place! I bumped into her in town and decided to take her into a shop and buy her a new top. While she was looking at conservative ones, I was looking at strappy cami tops and found a nice yellow silky one, and showed it to her.

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By my 17th Birthday, I was on the verge of outgrowing my C-cup. When people thought I was out of ear-shot, I heard words like “well-endowed,” “nubile” and “voluptuous.” But appearances, as they say, can be deceiving. Between sports, a part-time job and honors-track classes, I didn’t have time, or energy, or much in the way of sexual experimentation. For one thing, I was nervous around guys. And guys were pretty much everywhere. Alone I was more relaxed. I enjoyed watching myself undress in a mirror. Sometimes I even took a hand mirror and put it between my legs to study myself “down there.” In bed, I’d caress my nipples and pinch my labia. It was good, very, very good–although I hadn’t quite managed a full-blown orgasm. All that changed the summer I visited Aunt Wendy’s cattle ranch in eastern Wyoming. On the drive back from the airport, Aunt Wendy pulled a small silver flask from the glove compartment of her pickup. “Darlin’, meet my best friend Johnny Walker,” she said passing it to me. “Have a slug.” Aunt Wendy was a year older than my Dad. As children, they were Army brats, shuffling between military bases every few years. By High School, however, their personalities were becoming very different. Aunt Wendy was wild and wayward, my Dad was shy and studious. They were living in Wyoming when Aunt Wendy got pregnant and married a rancher’s son. I knew my parents didn’t entirely approve of Aunt Wendy, which made her all the more alluring. So I tried my best to please her by tossing my head back a taking a long swig from her flask. Of course, as soon as the whiskey hit the back of my throat, I crumbled into a coughing fit. After Wendy stopped laughing and I’d regained my speech, she pumped sex izle me for juicy news about my relatives. She loved family gossip, the more salacious the better. I filled her in on all the rumors I’d heard, and overheard. And she updated on her side of the family. Cousin Bobby had come out of the closet. Cousin Phil lost his construction job and was living in a trailer park. Aunt Phillis was at a San Diego rehab clinic (no wonder) and while she was away her husband had shacked up with a nymphette hairdresser half his age. “What about your love life, Darlin’?” she asked with a pointed look in my direction. “What love life?” I said, perhaps a little wistfully. “I don’t have time for a love life.” “Figured as much,” she said, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke. “Your Dad was the same when he was your age.” She spent the next ten minutes pumping me for specifics: Had I ever seen a naked man? Touched one? Been touched? I told Wendy pretty much everything, except the part about touching myself. That was just way too embarrassing. As her pickup bounced down the dirt driveway to the ranch, Aunt Wendy winked at me and said: “Nothing much new around here either, ‘cept, maybe the scenery has improved a mite.” When we parked, I saw what she meant. Lunging a pony in the coral was the most exquisite man I’d ever seen in the flesh. He looked about 20, was naked to the waist, and his tanned chest glowed like burnished copper in the Wyoming sun. His shoulders and pecs were perfectly defined, almost as if chiseled in stone, and his abs rippled every time he tugged on the lunge line. His tight, faded Levis left little to the imagination. “I see what you mean,” I whispered to Aunt Wendy. “That’s Skip,” alt yazılı porno she said with a wink. “He’s the ag student that’s helping out this summer. Sure is an improvement over the regular bunch.” That would be the permanent ranch hands, three grizzled old men with weathered faces the texture of lizzard skin and the bad teeth to match. Improvement didn’t begin to describe it. Aunt Wendy wasted no time introducing Skip. He took my hand and looked me straight into me eye. As our skin touched the blood rushed to my cheeks and I was suddenly terrified he could tell how excited just looking at him was making me feel. We exchanged “nice to meet you’s” while Aunt Wendy beamed like a cat that had just eaten the canary. “Does Skip have a girlfriend?” I asked as soon as we reached the front porch. “I have no idea, Darlin’,” Aunt Wendy said as we walked to the house. “But even if he does, it wouldn’t mean a thing. That boy is as randy as a Spring mare.” Skip joined us in the house for dinner, something the permanent hands almost never did. At the table, he was soft-spoken and almost taciturn, although endearingly passionate when he talked about ranching. Whenever he looked at me, I felt as if I were being undressed. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it was flustering. I was blushing and tongue-tied, which was totally unlike me. In my honor, Aunt Wendy had baked Brown Betty a la mode for desert. I was on my second bite when Skip’s fingers brushed my thigh, sending a cascade of little shivers down my spine. I told myself it was accidental, but a moment later his fingers were back, this time caressing me in a way that could only be deliberate. I considered pushing altyazılı sex izle his hand away, but Skip’s fingers were evoking sensations I’d never felt before. He’d begin by touching just above my knee, then slowly tracing a path up the inside of my thigh. Each time he repeated this caress, it ended closer and closer to the gap between my legs, and my entire body pulsed with a sexual energy and anticipation. A tiny voice commanded me to make Skip stop. But I was powerless against the pent up urges and antificaption that Skip’s magic fingers were releasing. Then, from somewhere far away, I realized another voice was demanding my attention. “I see you still love my Brown Betty,” Aunt Wendy was saying, watching me with a conspiratorial grin. “Oh, my Goodness, yes!” I blurted. “It just keeps getting better and better.” From the corner of my eye, I saw a mischievous sparkle in Skip’s eyes as his fingertips made a final push between my legs. “Mmmmmmmm,” I sighed. “You’ve changed the recipe, haven’t you?” Aunt Wendy’s look darted from me to Skip and back. “Sugar and spice,” she replied in a whisper. “Don’t you just love it?” As soon as the table was cleared, I ran to my room, pleading the incredibly lame excuse of jet-lag. The guest-room had French doors that opened onto a hedge-enclosed porch. The cottage furniture was pale cream and the bed was made with a hand-stitched country comforter. It crossed my mind that there must be worse places for a girl to lose her virginity. My pussy was still tingling from Skip’s caresses. I slipped out of my jeans and checked my panties, the front panel was moist and warm. Looking for a distraction, I curled into a recliner, grabbed the TV remote and channel surfed until I found a fluffy teen romance called “The Truth about Cats and Dogs.” The plot was straight from Cyrano de Bergerac, but at least the characters were sympathetic and engaging. However, if the goal had been to take my mind off sex, it wasn’t working.

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All characters are fictional and of consenting age.

*****

My sister Amy and I had just finished graduating from highschool, and our senior prom proved to be a turning point in our relationship. We turned 19 shortly after graduating, and decided to take a trip together. The goal, to explore our newly open feelings towards one another, which we couldn’t exactly do in our home town with all of our friends and other family members around. This is the story of our trip to Jamaica

I woke up on one of the first days of summer, after graduating high school, in an empty bed. For the first time in a long time I had something to smile about, and it was all because of my twin sister Amy. We had recently discovered our shared feelings for one another, and they weren’t exactly normal for siblings. Somewhere in the midst of all of our tragedy we had become best friends, then best friends to soulmates.

The shower was running so I knew she hadn’t gone too far. I got out of bed slowly, stretching as I stood up. It only took one flash of Amy’s naked body in the shower to stir my dick, and had me walking to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I walked through the steam radiating from the shower, pulled back the shower curtain just enough to slip in and join her. When I looked up her beautiful body, to her angelic eyes, I saw her trying to hide a smile from my unexpected appearance.

“Good morning beautiful,” I said, as I walked up to her. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and held her against my chest.

She replied, “Morning Handsome.”

We just stood there as the warm water rained down upon our skin. Kissing the back of her head, with my eyes closed, I held her even tighter. She squeezed my hand twice showing her affection in return. Time seemed to just disappear. Nothing mattered except being in the moment with her. She was my everything now, and it didn’t matter what came next in my life, as long as she was there with me. I slid my hand up to her chin, and pulled it to the side, turning her to face me. I met her half-way, as she leaned into me. Our lips met and we shared a soft passionate kiss. Slipping her incredibly soft tongue into my mouth, I reciprocated, swirling mine around hers. Holding the side of her face as we kissed, she brought her hand up and placed it over mine. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled back. Feeling as if I was floating on air, my eyelids felt heavy and my need for true love sated. Our eyes locked, and we both just smiled and held each other a little longer.

After we were cleaned up and dried off, we went downstairs for breakfast. Amy started to make some scrambled eggs when I asked, “So what would you think about going on a vacation this summer. We just graduated, so some time alone together to relax could be fun.”

“Sure,” she replied, “That sounds like it’d be great. And even better we could act more like a couple without our friends or family around.”

“We could hold hands, hold each other, and kiss in public and no one would think it’s weird at all,” I said with a smile on my face.

We ate breakfast, then cleaned up the kitchen. We both walked into the living room and sat down with Amy’s laptop, and began looking up tropical islands that would be fun to go to.

“After looking at all these pictures, and looking up the resorts, I would love to go to Jamaica,” Amy said with a smile.

“If that is what my lady wishes, then that is where we shall go,” I replied. Leaning in halfway, and following suit with me she leaned in the other half, and we shared a soft slow kiss. As we slowly pulled our lips apart, we leaned our foreheads together sharing a quiet moment of emotion together.

It was just four weeks later that found us on our way to the island of Jamaica. For 3 nights and 3 days, we’d be all by ourselves. Sitting in the airport, we grew more excited as they called our row to board the plane. “Well, here we go. Our first vacation together as a couple.” We boarded the plane, put our carry ons in the overhead bin, then sat in our seats. Lifting the arm rests, as we had bought all three seats not wanting to share a row with someone else. After sitting down I grinned, as I leaned into her and said, “We better make it a memorable vacation, because this is the one and only time you are getting me to a place that is so damned hot.”

Teasing me, she snorted, “Aww big tough guy, is that so? You’re such a big snuggly bear while cuddling, I guess now I know you’re a polar bear,” she said, poking me hard in the ribs making me jump.

“Heyyyyy!! Don’t start something you can’t finish!” I said. Leaning into her, trapping her against the wall of the plane, my fingers went right for her ticklish spots, as I made her suffer with laughter.

“OK ok, I give, I give!” Amy said between laughing and catching her breath. She lay up against the window, a smile on her face from cheek to cheek. Our eyes slowly met, and I bit my lower lip. Slowly her smile faded as the moment became more escort numaraları serious, and I leaned all the way in, kissing her softly. Our lips locked, and our tongues were probing inside each others mouths wildly. Interrupted by the pilot coming on the intercom to announce take off soon, we broke from the kiss giggling like little kids getting caught doing something mischievous. We buckled up, and held hands as we took off to an island where no one would know us.

In the middle of the flight, it had become dark, as this was an evening flight. Using me as a pillow, Amy lay her head on my lap, with a blanket covering her. As I watched her lie there looking so beautiful, I couldn’t help but get aroused. Under the blanket, I slid my hand under her shirt, running my fingertips over her sexy abs. Pushing my fingertips under the waistband of her shorts, then under her panties, I made my way to her sweet pussy. Tracing her swollen lips with one finger, slowly and softly, she began to stir. Looking up at me with sleepy eyes, she just smiled and said, “Enjoying the flight are we?”

I looked down smiling and said, “Well this is the first time We’ve been on a plane, so yes, I’m enjoying the flight quite nicely.” Pushing my middle finger inside her, I watched as her eyes closed and she sighed heavily. She’s just so wet, my finger slid in and out of her with ease. Hooking my finger upward inside of her, I searched for, and found her g-spot. Grinding away on it, I noticed her breathing had picked up. She was getting close to cumming, I could tell. Wiggling my finger on the same spot as fast as I could had her turning her head and biting down on my thigh to cover her moans. She wasn’t biting hard enough to break skin, but it still hurt. The pain only made me wiggle my finger even faster. Watching her orgasm, I felt her breathe against my skin, as she tried to muffle her moans as best she could. She feels so warm between her legs, and her juices flowing freely onto my fingers, and soaking her panties. Slowly sliding my finger out, as to be as gentle as I could with her pussy being so sensitive right now, she bit her lower lip in sweet agony. I brought my finger up to my mouth and sucked the juices off of it, enjoying her sweet taste. She watched as i did this, sliding her hand on the back of my neck, and pulling me down to kiss her soft lips. Sliding my hand back under the blanket, this time going upward under her shirt. Sliding my hand under her sports bra, kneading her breasts tightly with my hand. She was a nice perky 36b cup, a nice handful. She told me once that they were very sensitive being so close to the muscles in her chest. She moaned softly into my mouth as we kissed. Time seemed to fly by a lot quicker, as we made out. We were in our own little world, until hearing the captain come onto the intercom to announce we would be landing in 15 minutes. I helped lift Amy up and we buckled up, snuggling for the remainder of the time. After we landed, we found our baggage, then found transportation to our resort.

We had finally arrived to the resort, and it was late. We found our bungalow, and went in. I dropped the luggage down by the bed, and without warning, I was pushed onto it. When I looked back, Amy was lifting her sports bra off, as her shirt and shorts already lay in a pile on the floor.

“You owe me for getting me soaked on the plane baby, now pull that nice dick of yours out and prepare to get sucked and fucked!” she said with vigor.

“I dunno hun, I’m kinda sleepy,” I said in a mock tired tone with a smile on my face.

She walked seductively over to me on the bed, naked and gorgeous. Her muscled body, that of a female viking warrior. My own personal valkyrie, here to collect me as I was about to die and go to Valhalla. She slid her hand down to unhook my belt, then pulled it out of my khaki shorts. Unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts, she had them off without delay. I pulled my shirt off, and was laying on a pillow against the headboard. Laying on the bed as well, she worked her way up my body. Wasting no time, she grabbed my shaft with one hand, pushing it against my stomach, and sucking on my balls. Taking them in her mouth one at a time, sucking softly on them. She ran her tongue up my sac, up the underside of my shaft. Reaching the top, she licked her tongue in circles around the head of my cock. Teasing me, torturing me in sweet agony. Wrapping both hands around my shaft she began stroking me. Stroking upward while rotating her hands in opposite directions, while still licking the head. Surprising me, as she stroked upward all the way to the top, then immediately dropped her throat down around my shaft as deep as she could go. Holding the base of my cock steady, she sucked me, up and down. I looked down into her soft blue eyes, with her plump lips wrapped around my cock, as she drove me mad with hunger. As eager as she was, she had no intention of making me cum.

“Fuck…Amy, you’re driving me insane, suck gaziantep escort bayan numaraları just a little harder and I’ll explode in your mouth!” I said with eagerness.

She slid my cock slowly out of her mouth, licking the tip one last time. “Cum in my mouth? Why would I want that?” She giggled. “Oh no Joshua, I just wanted your dick throbbing hard. Now my pussy is going to swallow it whole.”

Still holding me in her hand, my throbbing cock twitched three times on it’s own. “And I think it’s just right for me now,” she said.

Amy turned around, her legs on either side of mine. Reaching under herself, she held my cock and guided me to her pussy lips. She smacked her pussy with my shaft, and teased herself, rubbing her lips with just the head of my cock. Then she held it to her slit, and sat down on it. Her sopping wet pussy slurping and squishing all of that sweet juice as she rode me. Grinding up and down, from the tip of my cock, slamming down to the base of my balls. Her beautiful ass bouncing up and down. I wrapped my hands around it, squeezing it tightly, and smacking it.

“Keep squeezing my ass baby, that feels soo good,” she said breathy.

I squeezed it nice and hard as she bounced herself up and down. Everything turning me on, from the feel of her ass, seeing her pussy lips straining to spread around my cock, and seeing how well she can gyrate her hips. My dick had a wet sheen on it. Her juices just flowing down my shaft as she bounced her ass up and down my cock. The harder I smacked her ass, the louder her moans became as she cried out in pleasure. Hearing the juices of her sopping wet mound as she slammed down harder and harder on me, turned me on even more. Even more juices flowed over my cock as she began cumming.

“Yesss baby, yesssss!!” she moaned out in pleasure.

Sweating and soaked, she just lay where she was. Her pussy was so sensitive after such a big orgasm. I didn’t have mercy on her this time. I lay her back on the bed, and slid my arms under her knees, pulling her close to me. Wasting no time, I guided myself into her, and began grinding my hips into her.

“Baby, fuck! aahhhhhh oohhhh yeaaaa!” she moaned out.

Even as I had just begun thrusting myself into her she came again, but I did not stop for her. Pumping myself all the way in her, and all the way out to the head of my cock, then slamming myself back into her. I slid my hands up her arms to her hands, intertwined our fingers and held them above her head. Holding her down, we squeezed our hands, feeling all the emotion each other was feeling. After a few minutes though her mind began to go primal. She was arching her back and moaning as my shaft filled her to the brim. Her lips stretching over my thickness, she felt so tight. I leaned down and kissed her, swallowing her moans down. As I felt the urge to cum, I just kept pumping harder and harder until I began spurting my hot seed deep inside her. Feeling this was driving her into another consecutive orgasm. She swirled her tongue wildly around mine, moaning, and gripping her legs tightly around my waist. I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing so heavily.

“I love you Amy.”

“I love you too Joshua” I rolled over, pulling her with me so that I was on my back and she was curled under my arm. Snuggling each other, we fell asleep entwined in one another.

The next morning I woke up first. I strategically moved her arm and worked my way out of bed, trying not to wake her. But I did have other things planned. I worked my way to the lower half of her body, then moved onto the bed until my face was properly buried in her pussy. Sliding just my middle finger inside her as before, I found her g-spot, and just rubbed and grinded against it. This time though, as I did that, I was able to do more. I took her clit hood into my mouth and sucked on it. All of the stimulation woke her.

“Well good morning to you too babe,” she said cheerfully.

“I couldn’t help myself. I was hungry, and started breakfast without you. I hope you don’t mind?” I said with a smile.

“Did you hear me complaining? Go on, get back to your breakfast,” she said eagerly. She put her hand on the back of my head, pushing my face back into her pussy.

I slid my finger out, and replaced it with my tongue. Imagining her head was turned sideways, I pressed my lips to slit, slid my tongue in her pussy, and made out with her.

Kissing her lips deeply, as my tongue swirled wildly inside of her wetness, I swallowed all of her juices. She tasted so good, so sweetly. I pulled away from kissing her pussy, and slid two fingers in this time. Grinding her g-spot for a few seconds, rotating to pumping my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could for a few seconds. Grinding her clit, finger fucking her, grinding her clit and finger fucking her back and forth, while flicking my tongue as fast as I could on her clit.

“Mmmmmmmmmm baby!” she moaned.

She gaziantep escort numaraları began cumming, and all of her extra wetness just flowed from her pussy into my mouth. I drank her up, swallowing all of her juices. After a few moments, for her to catch her breath, she looked down at me like a well sated cat who drank its bowl of cream, and said, “I’m hungry, what’s for breakfast?”

I couldn’t help but laugh happily, that I had made her feel so completely relaxed and good. “Well, there is a fresh fruit platter here, or we can go to the cafe down the path.”

“Fruit” was all she could manage.

I smiled, and got up, walked over to the little kitchen area and made her a plate of strawberries, cantaloupe, and pineapple. She looked at me hungrily as I walked back to the bed still naked, and I said, “I can’t tell if that look is on one hand for me, or on the other for the fruit?”

Giggling, she said, “put your hands together!”

I laughed, genuinely just so happy right now. As I made my way to the bed, I lay down next to her. I picked up a strawberry and slowly fed it to her. Taking her smiling as enjoyment, I continued to do so for the rest of the plate. After she was finished, I wrapped my arms around her and we just lay there for a few hours, just holding one another, occasionally making out.

Later in the day we ended up going to a little local cafe for lunch. Afterward, we walked around, hand in hand, checking out some stores for souvenirs, and enjoying the sights. Before we knew it, it was dusk. We had worked our way further down the beach from the resort than any other guests had. Being on the south side of the island, we got to see both sun rise and sun set. She had pulled off her shirt and shorts, and stood before me in a very sexy string bikini. With her tanned body, her sleek sexy muscles, and her hair in braided pigtails, she looked better than a professional fitness model mixed with every man’s fantasy. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of her.

Taking notice, she said, “See something you like?” Then bit her lower lip, enticing me even more. But I was feeling very primitive, only wanting to just take her, so I did.

I pulled her hair, yanking her head back, and kissed her neck. Working my way up her neck to her ear, I traced her ear lobe with my tongue. Taking her lower lobe into my mouth I sucked on it as I pulled away, then tongued inside of her ear. Moaning her approval, I turned her around to face the sunset. Kissing more on her neck, then pulling her down to her knees by her hair. I pushed her forward just enough so that she went onto all 4’s. I slid my bathing suit down just enough, and pulled her bikini to the side, pushing my dick deep inside of her. This was no gentle, tender moment. It was purely animalistic, for both of us. I held her braided pigtails in my hands, pulling tightly as I rode her. Pumping and thrusting my cock into her, slamming so hard, my balls slap against her clit. Panting she began to mimic my motions and fell into rhythm with me. Pulling forward as I pulled out, and slamming her ass backward into me as I thrust forward, pushing me deeper inside of her.

Soo turned on by the situation, she yelled back at me, “That’s right. Fuck your dirty little cum slut on a public beach. Fuck her for all to see that she’s YOURS!!”

Turned on by her unexpected words, I pulled a little harder on her pigtails, and used all the strength in my hips to slam into her. Pumping in and out, until I started to feel my balls tighten, getting ready to explode. Spurting my hot seed deeper and deeper into her womb. Sitting on my knees, I pull her pigtails until she was upright with me, off all 4’s. I kissed her neck, and slid my hands around under her bikini top, caressing her perky tits, with my dick still buried inside of her. She slid her hand down and fingered her clit as fast as she could, while I pinched her hard sensitive nipples. Gyrating her hips on my cock as she worked her clit, she began to cum. Her body spasming, she fell forward, pulling my cock from her pussy with a wet pop. This caused more shocks throughout her body from the orgasm, and from her pussy lips being so swollen and sensitive. Just sitting there for a few moments, I pulled my shorts up, as she recovered. On her back, she reached up, and pulled me down to her. Kissing me deeply as the last glimmer of sunlight disappeared over the horizon, and the stars came out.

Making our way back to our bungalow, we collapsed in bed and went right to sleep. Laying there, entwined in each other, exhausted from our long, but fun day.

We woke up the next morning at the same time. Cuddling her so close to me, I didn’t want to ever let go.

“This was such a great idea Josh, I love that we can just walk around like a couple without worrying about anyone else knowing. Granted, if they looked close enough at our features they’d see similarities, but we don’t talk to anyone long enough for that. I don’t know how I’m going to do it when we go back home.”

“Do what?” I asked, as I ran my fingers through her hair.

“Go back to being brother and sister. Go back to just being the twins, other than when we’re at home alone. We are so connected, so apart of one another, more than anyone else can conceive. Closer than most couples ever get. Being twins, we have a bond that other people will never have nor understand.”

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It was a hot Wednesday afternoon in the late summer of 1980 and I was a Deep Sea Diver in the U.S. Navy returning home from a deployment. As the van pulled into the parking lot I saw my wife waiting and she looked stunning. She had dressed for the heat wearing a tan, backless, halter-top mini-sundress. Her tiny dress enhanced her hip long brown hair, big brown eyes, dark tan and physically fit body. With the sun setting behind her, I could tell, it was all she was wearing.

When I saw her, I, also, noticed she was standing a little off from the other wives, as they appeared to be busy chatting and not paying much attention to the approaching van. It wasn’t that they were unfriendly; it was simply we didn’t have a lot in common with them, especially since we didn’t have nor want children. We’d even taken steps to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. She’d had a tubal ligation in the summer of 1976 and I’d had a vasectomy in late 1977.

They were, also, a little uncomfortable around us because we had an open marriage. We had ‘officially’ opened it in the spring of 1977 so both of us were free to have sex with others if we so desired. It worked extremely well for us since we had been in long distance relationship. It began when she had returned to college in the fall of 1976 as a first semester junior, and that following spring, after an eighteen-month break in service, I had re-enlisted in the Navy and was stationed six hours away. Due to the distance, I could only make it home about every other weekend.

During her last two years in college she had enrolled in a series of Women’s Health and Fitness classes. Through these classes she had become a vegetarian and incredibly physically fit with a tight, toned, tanned body via her diet, aerobic exercise, free weights, and long distance running. It had, also, built up her confidence, especially in making decisions.

She was a petite bundle of energy at five feet three inches tall, weighing one hundred eight pounds and with a lovely figure of 34B-23-33. Her handful-sized breasts had smallish areolas and dainty nipples; her stomach was flat with nicely defined abdominal muscles tapering to a carefully trimmed and groomed pubic patch. She had embraced our open marriage with open legs becoming extremely promiscuous, an exhibitionist and incredibly sexually adventurous.

As I stepped out of the van, I had just enough time to drop my ‘go-bag’ and catch her as she leaped into my arms wrapping her legs around my waist and laying on a deep, loving kiss. I had dropped my hands down under her squirming butt to support her and found it bare, which was no surprise, since she hated wearing bras or panties; hell, she hated having to wear clothes at all.

Easing her back down onto her feet, I pulled her to me, put my forehead against hers and we stared into one another’s eyes. Oh! Fuck! It was good to have her back in my arms! I relished the warmth of her body against mine; I inhaled her unique scent, both of us were so emotional we were trembling. I kissed her enjoying the feel of her body and undulating hips against me.

Breaking our kiss, I took her by the hand and led her to our Toyota Land Cruiser opening the passenger’s door so she could get in. Since Billie rarely wore panties, watching her get in or out of any vehicle while she was wearing a skirt or dress was a voyeur’s delight, and watching her getting in or out of our FJ 40 Land Cruiser was an extra special treat.

This time, Billie took her time, teasing the hell out of me. She put her left foot up on the running board, turned facing me, sat back on the seat and spread her legs a little. I stepped between them looking down. The hem of her dress was up around her hips and her darling, trimmed and groomed little puss was in plain view. My first instinct was to kiss it, but I restrained myself.

Moving in close, I gently cupped her head in my hands and kissed her. Breaking our kiss we leaned together with our forehead touching and stared into each other’s eyes. Using my left hand, I untied the bow of the straps holding up the top of her dress; when it came loose, the top slid down exposing her delightful, handful sized breasts.

Dropping my right hand I ever so gently cupped her left breast, teasing her nipple with my thumb. She scooted closer to me, which rucked her dress up even higher, and I moved in as close as I could. She teasingly asked, “Are we going to make love, right here, right now?”

Kissing the tip of her nose, I told her, “It’s tempting.”

With a soft laugh, she whispered, “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had sex in a parking lot.”

Grinning at her, I said, “Hell, it wouldn’t even be the fourth or fifth time” Nuzzling her ears and neck I kissed her again. I dropped my right hand from her breast to her warm, moist and slick pussy, gently probing and exploring. The fingers of her right hand found the head of my cock sticking out of the legs of my shorts.

Looking up at me with her big brown eyes, she gave me sexy smile and whispered, “Like fucking in the parking escort videoları lot behind the art studio after I’d finished modeling for the evening class.” During her second semester she’d signed up as a nude model for the life drawing class. It paid well, she was good at it and it fed her exhibitionist streak turning her on.

Leaning down, I softly whispered in her ear, “Oh, hell, yeah. Damn, honey, you would get so horny when you modeled, you couldn’t wait to get fucked afterward…and not just by me.”

Giggling, she whispered, “And getting it in the car in the parking lot was a fucking major turn-on!”

Kissing her ear, I whispered, “Remember that evening not long after we’d opened our marriage?”

Giggling, she excitedly whispered, “That was fucking wild! I was so horny I was about to explode. You and Thomas stripped me naked right in the parking lot and took turns fucking me. Then we went back to the apartment and y’all fucked me all night long!”

Nuzzling her neck, I hoarsely whispered, “Excuse me? We, fucked you all night long? You drained both of us and then, if you saw either one of us getting an erection, you pounced on it stroking, caressing and sucking it until it was hard enough for you to fuck again.”

With a playful pout, she sassily said, “I was horny”

Grinning, I said, “You enjoyed it though, didn’t you”

“Oh, hell yeah, I did!”

Kissing the top of her head, I told her, “After I re-enlisted, I was glad Thomas, Steve or James was there to walk you out to your car the nights you modeled.” They had become her ‘favorite’ fuck buddies; and when I wasn’t at home, it was a rare day she didn’t have sex with at least one of them. And it wasn’t unusual for her to have had sex with all three of them over the course of a day or do all three of them in a gentle gang-bang.

I kissed her, and then asked, “Miss them?”

“Yeah…I do, especially when you’re at sea…I get so horny” she said. We kissed again.

Breaking our kiss, I softly asked her, “Have any…erotic escapades while I was gone?”

With a little giggle, she whispered, “Yeah…a few”

Both of us were breathing heavier losing ourselves in the sexual pleasures and thoughts of things to come when a horn honked and one of my shipmates laughingly hollered, “Get a room!”

Laughing, I threw up a hand acknowledging him with a wave. Billie scooted back and swung her legs inside. I closed her door and went around getting in on the driver’s side. She had put on her seatbelt, pulled her feet up under her butt and was sitting slightly sideways facing me. She had not pulled up the top of her dress nor had she pulled the hem down from around her hips.

Arching my eyebrows, I softly asked her, “Are you riding home like that?”

With a naughty smile, she whispered in a sexy voice, “I was thinking of getting naked.”

“We’re going out through the main gate; the other gates are closed now.”

Her eyes got big; she laughed and said, “Fuck! I forgot about that.” And pulled the top of her dress up, tying the spaghetti straps behind her neck.

Giving her a leering grin, I told her, “You could get naked once we’re through the gate.”

Ducking her head, she looked sideways at me with a small mischievous smile and said, “That could happen.”

My wife has always preferred being naked. When it came to clothes, her philosophy was: if she had to wear something, the less she had to wear, the better. She, also, enjoyed the naughty thrill of allowing guys glimpses of her feminine delights.

I discovered her fondness for getting naked on our first date, which had been on a warm spring day in 1971. We had decided to go on a picnic up at a meadow I had discovered while marking timber in the area. She had worn a light blue summer mini-dress and it didn’t take me but a minute to realize that was all she was wearing.

When I turned off a county road onto the dirt track running through the pines up to the meadow she had looked around excitedly and asked me if any one lived there. I had told her there was nothing there but three thousand acres of forest. She was naked in a heartbeat. We had then spent the day naked, exploring the meadow and making love.

After our first date, she would dress as I asked in risqué, skimpy or revealing outfits; and, oh, the fun we had! Both of us got the biggest kick out of her ‘innocently’ flashing her pussy getting in or out of my car and wearing see-through blouses without a bra on our dates. She had, also, enjoyed riding down the highways bare-ass naked or getting naked and dancing at parties.

A little over eight years after our first date, my nearly naked wife and I were approaching a Navy base’s main gate. As we slowed down I glanced over at her and she was still leaning sideways against the seat facing me with her knees pulled up under her. Her hem was still up around her hips; I could easily see her pubes and left nipple, which was peeking out of the top of her dress.

Civilian security officers gaziantep escort bayan videoları from a contract security company manned all the gates. Every so often the base Master At Arms force would supplement the contract officers to conduct spot checks or searches on vehicles entering or leaving the base. A Master At Arms Petty Officer Second Class put his hand out indicating I should stop.

Easing to a stop, I held up my military identification card as he first quickly scanned the back of our Land Cruiser. He took my ID and did a double take. We were authorized and required to wear civilian clothes at our command; we were, also, authorized, and encouraged, to wear our hair long and to grow mustaches and beards. My hair was long enough to pull back in a short ponytail and I had a Fu Manchu mustache, both of which were outside of military grooming regulations.

He had started to step back and instruct me to pull over to the side when Billie leaned forward, which exposed her entire left breast, and simply said, “Hi Jeff.”

Jeff, looked past me, his eyes went wide, and he hoarsely said, “Oh…huh, hi Billie”

You could see the blood drain out of his face as he realized I must be ‘the husband’. He handed my ID back and blurted, “Thank you” and briskly stepped back and waved us on through. His reaction aroused my curiosity. Giggling, Billie immediately untied the spaghetti straps and lowered the top of her dress exposing her breasts to his startled, saucer-sized eyes.

Laughing, as I pulled the through the gate, I said, “That was interesting. Was he one of your erotic escapades?”

Biting her lower lip, she smiled, and said, “Yeah…met him at the base gym.”

I choked back a chuckle. She looked at me and asked, “What?”

Grinning, I said, “Did he become one of your workout buddies?”

“Yeah” She looked at my face, grinned and asked, “Why?”

Laughing, I said, “When you were in school, your workout buddies became your fuck buddies.”

She looked at me and started laughing telling me, “Yeah, they did, didn’t they; but, not Jeff.”

“One night stand?”

“Well… It was, more like…a one-night fuckfest. I did him and his roommates at a cook-out.”

Since she didn’t immediately volunteer any more information, I smiled and gave her ‘an okay, I gotcha nod’ knowing she would eventually tell me every naughty, little detail. Making the last turn to our apartment and parking on the street, I looked at my nearly naked wife and asked, “You going to walk to the apartment topless like you’ve done in the past?”

She laughed and told me, “It’d be fun, but, I’d better not, we have a new neighbor who is a little prudish and quite nosey.” She pulled up and retied the top of her dress. We got out, I grabbed my go-bag and with our arms around each other we went to our apartment.

My lovely wife entered first with me following close behind her. She turned and stood looking at me, I dropped my go-bag kicked the door closed. She reached back, untied her dress and with a little shake it slipped to the floor. My mouth fell open and I blurted, “Fuck, sweetheart! You…you look…fantastic!” Smiling with pride at my praise, a pretty blush crept up her face.

Billie, who was in great shape before I was deployed, was in even better shape. She was better toned with improved muscle definition and a full body tan. My eyes dropped down her incredible body to her nicely groomed little pubic patch.

Looking back up at her face our eyes locked. I couldn’t help but smile and ask, “How do you manage to do that?”

She dropped her eyes, clasped her hands behind her back, which lifted her breasts upward; and turned her right foot a little inward. With just a hint of smile, she asked, “Do what?”

I unbuttoned and took off my shirt, kicked off my battered canvas boat shoes and unfastened my shorts letting them drop to the floor. Kicking them to one side, I stepped up to this goddess, put my arms around her and pulled her to me, whispering, “How do you manage to stand there bare-ass naked, looking so incredibly fuckable and appear to be so innocent at the same time?”

With my arms wrapped around her I could feel her giggle, she whispered, “Me? Innocent? That’s funny!” One of her warm hands cupped my balls; the other wrapped around my erection.

“Yeah it is.” I whispered, and kissed her, slipping my hands down to her tight ass.

Both of us were starting to breathe heavier. Billie whispered, “I want you in me.”

Bending at my knees, I lifted her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I carried her into our bedroom and crawled up on the bed with her still hanging on me. Laying her down, she released her legs and let them fall open. I slid a hand down cupping her pussy.

Humping my hand, she whispered in a husky voice, “No foreplay. I want you in me, right now! I want you in me as deep as you can get it and I want you to make love to me deep and slow.”

Who was I to argue? gaziantep escort videoları I was so horny I was dribbling copious amounts of pre-cum. Billie’s little puss was soaking wet. She took me and slipped the head of my cock up and down her slit, centered it and rocked her hips up. I thrust at the same time popping into her, causing her to yelp.

Holding still, I asked her if she was all right. With a little giggle she nodded her head, relaxed a little and rocked her hips up again. Once again, I gently thrust, sliding into her a little more. Together we slowly humped, thrust and wiggled until my balls were bouncing off her butt.

My heart had started beating like a kettledrum; the overall emotional sensation of just having her back in my arms was almost overwhelming. As we started moving together, making slow love, I pushed up onto my elbows and looked down at her face and then into her eyes. She met my eyes and I felt as if I were falling into them. We kissed, a tender, long, loving kiss.

I was in her as deep as I could get. We were barely moving, savoring the closeness with small undulations, gentle kisses and caresses. I thrust a little harder and Billie spread her legs a little wider, bent her knees and rolled her hips up. I was able to go a little deeper. As I started pulling back she contracted her pelvis floor muscles so tightly I was barely able to move and then she relaxed allowing me to ease out a little more before contracting again.

Still propped up on my elbows, I looked down at her. She looked up at me with a naughty, knowing, little smile and half-closed eyes; and wiggled her butt. I kissed the tip of her nose and snapped my hips, thrusting into her a little harder, she sighed. I started pulling back a little and she constricted those wonderful inner muscles again but allowed me to slowly withdraw until just the head of my cock was still in her.

She relaxed her muscles; I slid in deep with a power thrust and heard her moan. Bottomed out I started a small figure eight and she did a counter figure eight. Pulling back, she tightened her muscles again.

Our slow, gentle, lovemaking became more physical and intense. Billie was not only physically fit, she was, also, strong, extremely flexible, and she could use these attributes to the utmost while making love; and this time was no exception. Her movements were sinuous, sensuous and erotic.

She was really getting into it, and excitedly gasped, “On top…I… I want…on top”

Stretching out on top of her, I grabbed her tight ass; hooked my right leg over and then under her left, held her tight and rolled. Once on top, she put her hands on my chest and sat straight up. Relaxing her inner muscles, she let gravity sink her down on my cock. Wiggling, circling and rocking back and forth she attempted to take me in deeper.

I watched her eyes close; her areolas pucker as her nipples grew harder, a flush started on her chest, crept up her neck and spread across her face. Her nostrils flared, she inhaled sharply and her whole body went ridge, and with a yelp, snapped forward, curling into my body, burying her face against my chest.

Grabbing her ass, I pulled downward as I thrust into her and started shooting my load. Both of us clutched each other as tight as we could and rode out the pleasures of our combined orgasms.

Gasping and laughing we pulled back from each other a little and stared into one another’s eyes. Simultaneously we started babbling how much we loved each other, how much we missed each other and how glad we were to be back together. Grinning, we stopped and kissed.

Billie’s tiny post-orgasmic after humps kept me erect and inside her. I rolled us over, putting me back on top and we made slow, tender love without our previous urgency. We kissed, nuzzled, whispered our love, softly laughed, moaned, groaned, sighed and she came again, with me a heartbeat later.

We held each other until my cock softened and started to slip out; she grabbed a towel and put it under her. Laughing at the amount of cum draining out we cleaned up a bit and snuggled up laying on our rights sides with me behind, spooning her, pulling her damp bottom up against my crotch. My right bicep was under her head with my right hand casually caressing her breasts; my left arm was over her left hip and resting on her warm belly.

I nuzzled the back of her head, her neck and ears, relishing her warmth, her scent. She reached down and removed the towel from between her legs. My semi-erect cock slipped between her thighs and with her right hand she pressed it up against her hot, wet slit. Holding it there, she slowly started humping back against me.

With my cock slipping and sliding the length of her messy furrow, we developed a slow rhythm. When the head nudged her clit she would softly sigh and mash it against her, wiggling her butt. After several minutes of this erotic stimulation, she raised her left leg a bit and when I eased forward she guided my now stone hard cock into her wet entrance.

Soft, warm and sleepy, she barely moved as we started making love again. Both of us seemed to be in an almost trance like state, half awake and half asleep. With my left hand I started to lightly trace her jaw, her cheeks, the length of her nose and her lips. Billie opened her mouth and sucked my index finger between her lips, softly bathing it with her tongue, gnawing and sucking on it.

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Chapter 3

The taxi ride to the resort wasn’t anything to write home about. The smell was something I could do without for the rest of my life. After the thirty-minute ride that took us through several sections of dense rainforests and some hilly terrain, we arrived at the resort. Palm trees, white sandy beaches, and clear blue water surrounded the property. Check-in was usually uneventful, but not this year. To our surprise, our father had checked us in as adults, which meant we would be able to drink if we liked. It was all in the color of the braided wristband, something that you could never take off until you checked out. The plastic oval with the resort’s logo in the center did a few things. But, most importantly, it was the key to your room. The logo was also the very thing that told staff you were staying and not just a guest from a sister resort. With it being a large chain resort, it had an added perk that you could also go to the other resorts under their umbrella companies to eat, drink, and swim in their pools for no cost. We were excited, to say the least.

The next surprise was the one that would change everything in our lives forever. The resort had screwed up our reservation, and after a lot of bickering back and forth. My father finally and reluctantly agreed after the resort threw in some extras and upgraded our rooms. The girls were also going to get some extra spa days free of charge. As far as the rooms went, they were still side by side, but our upgrade had put us in suites. They also didn’t have that pesky little door between rooms that would benefit our parents to come in and out whenever they pleased. My father and his newfound relationship with me had saved us and mainly because we hadn’t brought any friends. What a great decision at the time, especially one we didn’t want or like.

The rooms were almost identical, both with beautiful white marble flooring and high-end décor. A large hot tub sat in the middle of the suite, and one on the balcony for the sunsets the resort called “magical.” The large walk-in shower had two full-body jet systems, three showerheads, and a thirty-inch rain shower. It was the most extensive shower I had ever seen in my short life. However, the minibar was anything but that. With a complete range of top-shelf liquor on the wall and a large lounge area, you could host a hell of a party and still have room. Last but not least was the giant king-size bed that looked to be floating three feet above the floor finished off the room nicely. Even with the resort being a luxury resort, the suites were next level.

“Are y’all sure this is okay?” My father asked, walking into the room and looking right at the king-size bed, the only bed in the room.

“Of course, dad, we’ve slept in the same bed a bunch of times before. Share the same tent when we go camping. We’ll be fine.” Katie said like it wasn’t a big deal. She was back to her old self and feeling better than ever.

“Just stay on your side of the bed, butthead,” I said, as I tried to back her up and put my father at ease.

“Well, if it gets too weird, I’ll let you sleep with mom, and I’ll come over here, okay? And please try to get along.” My father said as he left and closed the door to our room.

“Oh my God, this is beautiful. I can’t believe I get two weeks alone with my man, and we get to sleep together every night.” She said, now in my arms, having run across the room, leaping into my arms and placing little wet kisses all over my face.

“Yes, this is going to be awesome.”

Not thirty seconds after the door closed. The hotel phone started to ring, causing her to leap out of my arms and onto the bed on all fours. She made sure to crawl as seductively as she could over to it, putting her lovely round ass on full display for me. The tiny cut-off jean shorts that rode way up into her ass also left little to the imagination. About 3 inches of her ass cheeks protruded below the bottom of the shorts when she was standing. I now knew why she had a sweater tied around her waist when we left the house. With her back arched and her ass high in the air, I could clearly see the lips of her sex on each of the tiny strip of denim. It was only suitable for covering her entrance at this angle.

“Hello.”

“Ok”

“What time?”

“See ya then.”

“Bye”

“Mom made reservations for us at 7:30, so that means we have six hours to do whatever we want. Wanna go to the beach for a little while?” she giggled.

“As long as we make a drink before we leave. I’m down.”

“Good call, babe,” she shot back. “Lock the door.”

I headed to the door, turned the deadbolt, and walked over to the minibar to make some beach drinks.

“Hey Siri, what’s the best mix drink for the beach?”

“For six drinks:

12 ounces silver tequila

6 ounces fresh lime juice

1.5 ounces light agave

1.5 ounces hot water

1.5 ounces room temperature water

Six lime wheels (if you’re fancy).”

“Ummmm, nope, let’s try Google,” I said under my breath.

“Ok, Google, what’s the best mix for the beach and ingredients.”

“Ok, for Sex gaziantep escortları on the beach, you’ll need. Peach schnapps, cranberry juice, orange juice, and vodka. Came through the speaker on the phone.

“Well, baby, it looks like we’re having sex on the beach,” I said a little too loud.

“That sounds like fun, but we better wait until dark, though.” She giggled

“No, it’s the name of the drink,” I said, turning around. “Holy shit. I mumbled to myself.”

She was standing there fully nude as she looked through her suitcase for the perfect bikini to wear. This was my first experience seeing her fully naked in the daylight. I had only seen her topless at the pool just last week. She was unbelievably sexy. Her perky D cup looked huge on her small frame as she bent over. Her nipples were puffy and shaped like a cone and almost hot pink in color, with the sun shining through the balcony doors hitting them just right. Just watching her dig through her suitcase was arousing. Her breast being squished between her arms made me want to shoot my cum all over them. It was a sight that would never get old. The small patch of hair just above her sex was now gone, and her puffy lips were now the only thing to see. I felt my cock start to swell and push hard against my shorts.

“How are those drinks coming along?” She asked, never looking at me as she continued her search for a bikini.

“Shouldn’t be much longer,” I shot back after and turned around to hide my erection.

After packing what seemed like too much stuff, we headed to the beach, large resort cups in hand full of Google’s version of sex on the beach. As we reached the hotel’s first set of pools, it was all eyes on deck. She had tried on several bikinis but decided on a conservative two-piece. It was navy blue, with strings tied in a knot on the sides and top to hold the ensemble together. The sheer black wrap that covered her bottom did nothing to hide what she was wearing or her plump ass that she sashayed back and forth. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, with what looked like two black chopsticks shoved in each side to keep it from falling. The black oversized brim sunglasses tied the outfit together perfectly. She looked killer. Every guy and gal turned to look at her as she walked by. She kept her chin up and shoulders back while having her arm weaved through mine with all eyes on her. She knew she looked good and wanted to make sure everyone knew she was off the market. I just tried not to smile too much, look cool and keep pace with her stride.

Finally we located our personal cabana, that was another added perk of the room upgrade. We placed our things down and headed for the water. I lagged behind just to watch her ass shake as she walked. She turned to look at me just as her feet reached the water and saw what I was doing. Pulling her sunglasses down her nose and smiling, she waited for me to catch up. As I got to her, she pulled me up real close to her, smashing her large breast between us as the waves washed over our feet.

“How’s it feel knowing I’m all yours, and I’ll do anything you want, anytime? And baby, when I say anything, I mean anything you want.” She moaned, just inches from my mouth.

“Fucking amazing!” I growled and pulled her even tighter into my arms. I kept one hand on the small of her back and the other one squeezing her soft yet firm ass.

“Mmmmmm,” Her lips now touching mine.

“If it’s ok with you, I would like to swim first? Unless you need me right now? Is that what you need, baby? Do you need me on my knees with your hard throbbing cock down my throat? Just say the word, and it’s done.” She moaned in my mouth.

“Baby, we need to get in the water right now. My cock is so fucking hard,” I said after biting her bottom lip.

She smirked as she kept me close and pulled me deeper into the water. Just as I felt the warm ocean water wash over my balls as I lowered myself into the water, releasing her to move about freely. It felt amazing holding her out in public with everyone watching us. Well, until I had a nervous feeling wash over me as I had forgotten that our parents could be watching us. I turned to scan the beach, looking for a giant angry man to be staring me down but didn’t see one. With the panic finally subsided and my hard on now gone, I was free to move about and enjoy the beautiful water and the sun beating down on my shoulders.

We splashed and played around for what seemed like hours before finally coming out of the water to get something cold to drink. As we settled in our cabana, the drinks I made in the room were anything but that hot and not very tasty. Much to our surprise, a young fellow walked up in a shirt that displayed the resort’s name across his chest.

“Hello, friends, is there anything I can get for you?”

“Yes, do you have any drinks that taste like a drink called Sex on the Beach?” I asked, taking the lead for us.

“Yes, sir, we have an excellent drink called Island Dreams. It’s a fruity drink with vodka and…

“Sounds perfect, two of those.” I escort gaziantep interrupted him before he could finish what was in the rest of the drink.

“Yes, sir, right away, sir. He replied in a Jamaican accent as he turned and headed to get our drinks.

“Yes, sir, right away, sir. I like the sound of that. I’m going to start using that one. I like the word Sir; it’s so dominant.” She smirked at me.

“It’s so beautiful here. I’m really going to enjoy these two weeks. Especially after last week.” She said.

“It really is. I missed you so much last week. I’m so glad you’re feeling better, and we get to be here together.”

“Me too, I..”

“Here is your drink, madam and sir, he said, not meaning to interrupt Katie.

“Is this your first night at the resort?”

“Yes, we just arrived a couple of hours ago,” I replied.

Are you on your honeymoon?”

“Yes, we are,” Katie spoke up quickly.

“Well, madam, we have a cruise every Friday. It’s just for our honeymoon couples. It leaves at sunset and is gone for approximately 3 hours. You will be provided with a wonderful five-star meal and, of course, all the alcohol you can drink. If you need more in-depth information, the front desk would be happy to fill you in on all it entails. But, if there’s nothing else you need right now, have a wonderful day, and I will be by later to check on you if you’re still here. I hope to see y’all aboard.”

“Thank you,” I said and handed him a couple of dollars for a tip.

“That sounds like so much fun, but we should really start getting everything packed up and head back to the room. It’s getting close to dinner time, and I still have to shower. I want to look hot for you tonight.”

I was the first to shower. I wasn’t one to hang around in the shower. I only need five minutes to wash my hair, my body, and sometimes jerk off. My sister, on the other hand, could spend an hour in there. Other than shaving, I had no clue what took women so long. Katie wanted to go last so she could get ready without me seeing her. “I want to surprise you. I bought a new outfit just for this,” she said before kicking me out, still naked and dripping wet.

“I’m ready when you are,” I said several times and resting my face on the outside of the bathroom door the last time.

“Almost done, just 2 minutes more”, she said, laughing. “It’s what all girls say no matter how much more time they have.”

“Sounds about right,” I laughed.

It was only 6:40 pm, and we had plenty of time. Even though I didn’t want to wait until the last second to leave, our reservation wasn’t for another 50 minutes. So I kicked back on the bed with the TV on, not really paying attention as I looked out through the balcony doors. The small boats anchored about a hundred or so feet offshore just rocked up and down in the ocean. It was beautiful here; maybe we could live here where no one would know we were brother and sister. I could become head pro at one of the resorts teaching the tourists how to play. I’m sure the pay is good. Katie is super intelligent; she could get a job anywhere, hell, she could probably run one of these resorts. The thoughts that were currently running through my head and kept me occupied while my sister finished getting ready. Maybe later this week, I will talk to her about it, and we can ask around. I had a checklist already piling up in my head. Cost of living, jobs, income potential, housing, and I’m sure I’ve missed some stuff.

“Connor, Are you ok?” She asked, standing at the end of the bed looking worried.

“Holy shit! You look amazing.” I blurted out.

“Thank you,” she said, her smile slowly returning. “Is everything ok?” She asked with a worried look in her eyes.

“Yes, baby, everything is wonderful. Why do you ask?”

“It’s, just Ummm, you look like there’s something wrong,” her eyes getting glassy and starting to puff up.

“Oh no, baby, everything is great,” I said, sounding as reassuring as I could. “I was just thinking about our future. You know, If things don’t work out back home, maybe we could move here. Nobody would know that we’re brother and sister. I was just going over the logistics in my head—no need to worry. I love you. Are you ready to go eat?”

“Yes, I love you too. She said, trying to hold her tears back, using her hands to fan her eyes and keep her mascara in tack.”

She looked stunning. Her white top was cut into a deep V. The amount of cleavage was breathtaking. My father wouldn’t think so, but this wasn’t for him. Her black pencil skirt looked to have been painted on, and it hugged her wide hips and plump ass to perfection. Her long wavy hair was parted down the middle, framing her face perfectly. Her makeup was so smooth it looked to be airbrushed on by a professional. The bright red lipstick that matched her heels covered her full pouty lips. It made them look as though they were wet and bleeding. She was downright sexy; that was all she was going for tonight. She could be classy, but tonight she wanted to show off for me. Too bad she had to go with a bum gaziantep bayan escortları like myself. I didn’t bring anything that would come remotely close to what she was wearing tonight. I was wearing a pair of royal blue slacks with a white button-up shirt with the cuffs flipped back once. Matching peanut butter in color, belt, and shoes finished off my ensemble quite nicely. I thought I looked good until I saw my sister.

The whole walk to the restaurant, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Neither could anyone else as we walked through the resort lobby. As we reached the hostess podium, she instinctively bit her bottom lip as she looked my sister up and down. It was easy to see exactly what she wanted to do to my sister.

“Do you have a reservation? She asked almost in a moan and never taking her eyes off Katie.

“Yes, we do, I said. The last name is…”

“They’re with us, ” the soft and pleasant voice of my mother’s spoke as she reached the podium. “Oh my goodness, Katie, you look gorgeous,” she said just above a whisper. “Who’s this strong and handsome young man?” She blushed and winked at me.

“Why thank you,” she said. “This is the date I picked up on the way down here, and his name is Connor.” She shot back, never missing a beat, and causing my heart to almost stop.

As we reached the table, my father’s eyes grew large. Then back to normal as he exited his seat to stand and welcome us to the table.

“I,…I, you look, great honey,” He said. Keeping his eyes locked on Katie’s, so he wouldn’t check out his own daughter. “Hi, son, how are you doing?” He asked, now focusing all his attention on me with his hand out, looking to shake hands.

“Awe, thanks, Dad,” she smiled.

“Hi Dad, I’m doing great,” I said as I extended my hand to him and shook his hand firmly.

As dinner wore on, we had several glasses of wine, and we’re all feeling the effects of the Red Cabernet Sauvignon. Our parents had spoken to us all night long like we had grown up and had left home years ago. It was way different but nice. The man who could barely speak to me had changed his whole attitude towards me. Ever since that fateful night Lucas came over, it’s been a complete 180. It was great to have him act like a normal dad. During the dinner, we had all agreed to go dancing afterward. I didn’t know how to feel about partying with our parents. I knew we had two full weeks left, but tonight I really wanted my sister all to myself.

As we saw the entrance to the club, we already had more alcohol in us than the legal limit to drive. But, seeing the LED lights flash into the hallway to the beat of the music made our pace speed up a little. You could feel the bass hitting harder and harder below our feet as we walked closer to the door. This is great, I thought, our parents won’t make it long in here.

“Good evening, and welcome to the best party on the island. Please, come in.” The gentleman spoke in a broad Jamaican accent.

I continued to feel very apprehensive with our parents in tow. Katie had become more and more aggressive ever since the fateful night Lucas made his appearance. Her boldness kept me on edge and was making me extremely nervous. Everyone other than our parents that saw us automatically assumed we were a couple. They had even made complements, “What a lovely couple,” one time. “Cherish her young man; she’s a keeper,” on a separate occasion, an older gentleman said. Both times we were just sitting there, not even holding hands or anything. I was worried, would our parents start to see what everyone else apparently saw?

As we entered the club, my father’s eyes squinted as if he was looking into the sun. The music was loud, almost deafening. Even I was even wondering if I would have any hearing left at the end of the night. But watching my mother and sister act as if nothing was happening made my father and I suck it up. We finally made our way through the crowd of dancing people and unscathed as we reached the bar. Even though we had to stop and wait a couple of times so my mom and sister could dance for just a second.

“What can I get you?” The bartender yelled.

I slid up to the bar, “can I get four Island dreams?” I asked at the same volume.

“Coming, right up,” He shot back.

“What’s that?” my mother asked.

“We had them on the beach earlier today. They were delicious.” Katie spoke up.

It was cool but very different to see them cutting loose and having a good time. They were always so strict every time we went on vacation. Constantly questioning us, where are you going? Who’s going to be there? Who are their parents? It was a constant battle. But, now they were laid back and enjoying their vacation. After ordering our drinks, I had placed my back to the bar to hold our spot until they had arrived. While waiting for our drinks to come, my mother had her ass mashed and grinding into my father’s crotch as she danced to the hip-hop music. It had my heart racing a hundred miles an hour as she took her cue from my sister. Who was grinding her perfectly round ass into my now semi hard cock. Both girls were smiling and having a wonderful time. My father and I were both stiff as a board and not moving. With my mother continuing to copy Katie’s every move, the more I began to sweat. Finally, the music slowed, and even more people lined up to the bar. There was just enough room for Katie to slowly slide up and down as she ground and rolled her ass into my now rock hard cock.

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