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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Daddy,” she said. “Now fuck me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Oh, my God!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s ok,” I muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please you sit,” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh,” I said.

I must have looked a little shocked at first.

“Me?” I repeated.

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

“Theresa I don’t know,” I replied.

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

I protested again, that she was too sweet.

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

“I don’t know,” I finally said.

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

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

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

Please?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, make him comfortable,” She said.

Corina look puzzled and finally Theresa just said.

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

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

“Again, longer,” instructed her mom.

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

“Get on him,” Theresa said.

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

“Easy,” her mom reminded her.

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

“Yeah, but she’s a virgin,” I said.

“She has been practicing,” Theresa said.

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

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

“OK, now undo him,” Theresa instructed.

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

“You too,” her mother instructed.

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

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

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

“Enough,” Theresa said. “mount him.”

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

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

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

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

“Get up and turn this way,” she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, no I cannot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think I came three times already.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Should we get our suits?” asked Stan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey mom.”

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

“Excellent. Getting home from the gym.”

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

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

He teased back. “Ellen, Ellen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She had no business calling you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m focused.”

“You’re alone.”

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

“Mom, I’m fine.” Mostly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her soft laugh back made him smile.

“Good.” She said.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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

…

2.

Usually, having lunch with his sister was fun.

“Why do you have to be an asshole?”

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

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

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

“Mom felt like you were being critical.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

Beth noticed something had struck him. “What?”

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

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

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

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

He gulped. His gut clenched.

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

“She?”

“Dated around. Hung out.”

“Dated around? Mom hung out?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

3.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom interrupted Chelsea. “Excuse me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me? Seduce her?” He feigned surprise.

“She’s happily married, Tom.”

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

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

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

“Even if it meant getting in your way.”

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

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

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

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

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

…

4.

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

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

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

What else don’t I know?

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

It’s not boredom. She’s attractive.

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

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

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

There was one thing he could do.

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

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

“Hey.”

“Hey, how’s it going?”

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

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

Is this really my mom on the other end?

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

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great, I can head over.”

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

“Well–”

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

Fuck Gary.

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

“I wish I could.”

“I want to go with you.”

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

“I won’t have you home too late.”

Silence from her end prompted a jab from him.

“Guess I can call Chelsea.”

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

He smiled.

…

5.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I beg your pardon?” Candy said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

I’ll be right back,” Mom said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I asked Mom something I had wondered about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They don’t have to, Mom,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok,” I agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mom wasn’t amused by the idea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We fell asleep, both sexually satisfied.

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

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

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

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

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

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Continued from Chapter 01:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So why are you home?”

She made a sour face and rolled her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 02:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I just jerk off sometimes.”

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

“It fells goo…” I began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MOM PLEASE!!! IM SORRY!”

“Nope”

“I SAID I WAS SORRY!”

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

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

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

“I HATE HER!” “FUCK THIS!”

But…part of me was okay with it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘That was incredible, Susan’

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

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

‘Oh, only an admirer.’

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

‘Bob was a fool to dump you.’

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

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

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

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

‘No, I think that was a one-off.’

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

OH MY GOD!!! ‘You what?’

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

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

‘You’ll what?’

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

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

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

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

‘What do you want me to do, then?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘No, dead serious.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Why? What is it?’

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

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

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

Just then, Geoff came in.

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

‘What’s up?’ He asked.

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

‘Is everything ok? Geoff asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She got nervous again. ‘Erm, yeah.’

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

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

‘Is it really that important to you?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘I bet. Is it ok if I…you know?’

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

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

‘Sorry?’ Geoff asked.

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

‘Ok, whatever you say.’

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

‘Call that a kiss?’ Geoff asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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