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Emma and Lucas were able to leave university a couple days early for summer break so they decided to surprise their parents who were house sitting in England for the summer.

They took a train from London to Penzance and decided to take a cab instead of calling their parents for the short 20 minute ride to St. Ives.

When they got to their parent’s house Lucas grabbed Emma’s arm to stop her from knocking on the door. “Look,” he said. “Mom’s wearing plastic panties.”

Emma looked and said, “Yeah, and Daddy’s wearing plastic diapers and has a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower.”

“I didn’t know they were into plastic. I may be scarred for life,” Lucas said smiling as he knocked on the door.

Their parents quickly donned robes before answering the door. “We weren’t expecting you for two more days,” Sheila said. “This is such a great surprise.”

Emma hugged her father and whispered in his ear, “Daddy, those plastic diapers don’t do much to control your dick.” She pressed her pussy up against his cock wishing he wasn’t wearing his robe.

When Lucas hugged his mother he said, “You’re plastic panties give me a boner.” He slid his hand inside her robe and felt the plastic panties covering her pussy.

“Stop that,” his mother said and told him to get his hand out of her pants.

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Emma finished her early morning run and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. Her mother was leaning over the sink with her plastic panties down around her knees. Lucas was holding her hips and slamming his long cock into her pussy over and over again. After cumming they both slowly sank to the floor.

Sitting on the floor with his mother sitting in his lap he looked at Emma and said, “Hi, this kilis escort isn’t what it looks like”

“It sure looks like you were sliding your dick into our mother’s pussy.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Lucas tried to explain. “I thought it was you washing dishes at the sink, not Mom. When I pulled her panties down she grabbed my cock between her legs and before I knew it was Mom my cock was buried in her pussy. By then it was too late.”

Emma looked at her mother and asked, “Are you okay Mom?”

“I’m good,” she said pulling the plastic panties up. She looked Emma and said, “I thought it was your father. He comes up behind me at the sink and fucks me all the time when I’m wearing my plastic panties.”

Emma knew that her brother knew full well who he was fucking. “Hell, if he can fuck Mom I can certainly fuck Daddy,” she thought and started to hatch a plan.

Later that morning Emma asked her mother if she could borrow her plastic panties. “I want to see if it’s something my boyfriend would like. I want to send him a few photos.”

“They’re in the top left drawer of my dresser,” Sheila said. “I’m sure he will love them. Your father’s dick is like Pavlov’s dog every time I put them on. I like giving him hand-jobs when we go to the movies.”

That’s exactly what Emma was hoping for.

Sheila gave Emma a hug and said, “Lucas and I are driving over to Penzance. Your father is in the back, working in the yard.”

As soon as her mother and brother left Emma went to her mother’s dresser and got the plastic panties. She held up the panties and saw that the crotch was just two overlapping pieces of plastic like the fly on men’s tighty-whities.

“They aren’t kilis escort bayan crotchless but they may as well be,” she thought. She stepped into the plastic panties and pulled them up tight against her pussy. “My boyfriend will love these,” she thought looking at herself in the mirror.

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Lucas joined his mother in the car. “This is going to be fun,” he said. “Dad let me borrow his plastic diapers, see?” Lucas unzipped his pants and let his plastic covered dick out.

Sheila looked at his stiff cock and said, “You shouldn’t be doing that,” she said, but the wetness between her legs said something else.

“Come on, Mom. You let me fuck you yesterday and you said you liked giving Dad hand-jobs when he wears his plastic diapers.”

Sheila looked longingly at her son’s hard cock covered in plastic and finally gave in. “Okay, but only this one time.” She reached over and grabbed his cock through the plastic and jerked him off.

When he finished cumming she said, “Put your dick back in your pants and zip up.” She put the car in reverse and backed out.

By the time they got to Penzance Lucas was hard again and asked his mother, “Just one more time, please.”

“I said just the one time,” she said looking at his hard cock. “But I guess once more won’t hurt anything.” What she really wanted was to lean over and suck all the cum out of his cock and balls.

Walking through the store later Lucas said, “It feels weird wearing plastic diapers. I can feel my balls soaking in my cum.”

Back at the house Emma was still modeling the plastic panties when she saw her father coming up to the house.

She hurried to the kitchen and started washing escort kilis dishes just as her father came in.

Steve looked at the plastic covered ass and quickly dropped his pants. “Perfect timing, honey. Lucas told me he and Emma were driving over to Penzance.” He walked up behind her and said, “The place is all ours and you know how your plastic panties turn me on.” He grabbed both her breasts and stuck his cock between her legs.

Emma spread her legs and reached for her father’s cock, helping it find it’s way into her pussy between the flaps in the plastic panties.

“Harder, slam your cock into me,” she demanded when she felt her father’s stiff cock pounding her from behind.

Steve started to pull his cock out when he heard Emma’s voice instead of his wife’s, but the deed had already been done. He rammed his cock back into his daughter’s wet pussy.

“Don’t stop, Daddy. I’m about to cum.” Emma had to bend down and lean on the counter to stop from collapsing to the floor when she climaxed. She felt her father’s warm cum in her pussy as her orgasm swept over her.

Emma was kneeling on the floor sucking the last bit of cum out of her father’s penis just as her mother and Lucas returned from Penzance.

Sheila just stood there looking at her husband as he pulled his dick from their daughter’s hungry mouth. “Let me guess, you thought it was me you were fucking?”

Steve nodded.

Sheila looked at Emma and Lucas and said, “Fucking your parents is wrong. You should both be ashamed of yourselves.”

She tried to sound angry but wasn’t very convincing. “Give me back my plastic panties,” she said to Emma and told Lucas to return the plastic diapers to his father.

Lucas and Emma stood there, naked, as their parents retreated to their bedroom. Lucas looked at Emma and said, “Care for a quick fuck?” Emma didn’t say anything but jumped up on the kitchen counter and spread her legs. Lucas could see his father’s cum running down his sister’s legs as he guided his cock into her well lubricated pussy.

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Sitting by the pool with mom sounded fun. I’d spent the last two weeks taking advantage of overtime and most of my free time sleeping. I missed our frequent visits. And to make the offer more enticing, mom offered to have a pitcher of sweet mint tea waiting and told me about the bowl of her delicious chicken salad chilling in the fridge.

Now, what we called the pool comprised one of those plastic kid’s things with a patio table and parasol resting inside. It felt nice to soak your feet and enjoy the hot summer days. Dad even put a plug in the side to make it easy to empty.

His bank account held plenty of money for a real pool, but he refused to let some contractor dig up his precious backyard. Plants and brick trails leading to a hidden gazebo took up too much space for even a blow-up. Honestly, I agreed with him on the pool thing. The place looked like a well-kept park during the warm months. We could always go to the lake for a swim.

Mom hugged me and kissed my cheek. “The prodigal son returns.”

Mom and her jokes. “How could I turn down your tea and chicken salad?”

“I thought they might get you here.” She kissed me again. “Take the tea and sandwiches out to the pool while I change into my swimsuit.”

Mom looked exceptional in her pink bikini. All the work kept me from going out, and lack of sleep kept me from servicing myself, so I noticed! Still, I felt guilty about noticing. But at five-seven and around one-twenty, her curves beckoned like a siren’s call. Breasts the size of navel oranges and a butt I could cover most of with my two hands made that call even more alluring.

“Honey, you’re staring.”

“Sorry, mom. You look nice.”

“Thank you, sweetie!” She pulled her thick blonde hair into a ponytail and smeared sunblock over her torso and firm, round thighs. She held out the bottle. “Do my back.”

Her skin felt warm and silky under my fingers. I took my time, careful to cover every inch of skin available to me. “Done,” I said, a little wound up from the physical contact. I really needed to find a date for the coming weekend.

“Thanks, honey.” She took a seat and sank her feet into the cool water. I followed suit. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Especially now,” I told her. “Why?”

“You look uncomfortable,” she said, glancing at my crotch.

The front of my trunks bulged the tiniest bit. I hadn’t even noticed before now. “Sorry, mom. Totally unintentional.”

“Do you need to go inside and take care of it?” she asked, always to the point.

I might if she kept talking that way. “No. I think it’s a combination of the heat and your sunblock. It smells nice.”

“That must be it.” Her tone didn’t match her words.

“And you look nice, mom. Pink suits you.”

“I can put on shorts and a tank top if you need me to,” she offered.

“I’ll be fine in a few minutes.”

“Good. I find it flattering, but you shouldn’t get an erection over your mother in a bikini,” she said. “Or for any reason.”

“I know,” I told her. “But talking about it will only make it worse.”

“I know.”

She knew? “Then why do you keep doing it?”

“To tease you,” she admitted. “I’ve missed our back and forth. And you have to admit, you provided the perfect ammunition.”

“Good one. Can we stop now?”

“Oh, honey. You like what you see. It’s perfectly natural,” she said. “And I do look good.”

So, a solid no on the stopping. “You always look good. It’s all the exercise and healthy habits.”

“Thanks for recognizing that,” she said. “Hey, since you’re already sporting wood, can I tan topless for fifteen or twenty minutes?”

“Sporting wood?” Just when I thought I might start getting control of the hard-on-for-mom thing. She giggled. “Tan buck naked if you want.”

“What köle escort about,” she bobbed her chin toward my crotch, “you know.”

“It’s not going anywhere. And after this teasing, I’d kind of like to see your naked body,” I admitted.

“You’ve never gotten an erection because of me before. Why now?”

Not entirely true, but I tried not to make a habit of it. “You know how it is, mom. Sometimes you just get hor–aroused.”

“Oh, well,” she said, with an ornery glint in her eye. “I’ll go buff if you will.”

“Seriously, mom?”

“If you can get turned on by my body, I can get turned on by yours,” she said. “Besides, you take care of yourself, too.”

I felt uncomfortable about getting naked in front of my mother, but if it got her out of her bikini, why not? “Fair enough.” I stood and stripped off my shorts.

“Oh, my, son. How big?”

“A little over six inches,” I told her.

“Beautiful.”

“Really? Not too short?”

“Length is for looks, kind of like big boobs. Different bodies look better with different sizes, and yours looks perfect.” She tilted her head to see it from a different angle. “Girth makes it feel good. And you look like you could open a girl up just fine.”

Wow. She might have gotten me an extra line or two on the ruler with that comment. “Thanks.”

Talking like this with the closest of blood relatives would make most people sick. Me, too, I thought. But it turned me on. Mom and I had always shared openly. I guess it made this step up easier to get used to.

“Ready for this?” mom asked, standing.

I nodded.

She untied her top and pulled it off, revealing the most beautiful pair of natural breasts I’d ever seen. They rode a little lower than girls my age, and fakies, but still sat firmly against her chest. Hard buds jutted from pink areola not quite the size of quarters. Had I nursed on those as babies? I liked to think so. The lack of tan lines told me she’d sunbathed like this before.

The bottoms dropped next. A wide blonde landing strip sat at the top of her divide. I always wondered how she cared for herself down there. Now, I knew. Her inner lips showed, just a little, from between the chubby mounds of her vulva. Like lettuce on a sandwich. A sandwich I wanted to taste. And not a tan line in sight.

“You like?”

“Mom, you have the perfect woman’s body. Not at all fat, but smooth with plenty of curves.” A pearl of precum formed on the tip of my penis and dripped to the concrete below to punctuate my declaration.

“I think you sprang a leak.” She rubbed sunblock on her round little butt and the exposed parts of her vagina. She tossed me the bottle. “Think you can get that monster covered? It’s private-parts safe. You don’t want to burn.”

“Let’s hope so.” I smoothed the cream over my throbbing cock and scrotum. Mom watched like an eagle. It took every ounce of self-discipline I possessed, but I finished without incident.

“Thanks for the show,” she said with a wink.

We pulled a couple of recliners close together and spread out our towels. We laid side-by-side, talking about nothing. Mom took my hand. Nothing out of the ordinary. She’d always liked that kind of thing–holding hands, sitting shoulder to shoulder, chatting for several minutes in a hug. But it felt different today. Better. So much it made my cock twitch.

“Looks like you’re getting a call,” mom said with a snigger.

“Wrong number,” I joked.

“Seriously, honey, if you need to go inside and take of it, I can pretend it never happened.”

“I’m good.”

“You want me to give it a try?”

“Mom!”

“It’s just a handjob.”

“If we do that, why not go all the way?”

“You want to have sex with me?”

“No! köle escort bayan I mean, I’ve never really thought about it.” Also, not entirely true.

“It’s okay if you have,” she said with compassion. “Boys sometimes develop feelings for their mothers.”

“At fourteen,” I said defensively.

“You’ve never fantasized about me?”

Oh, what the hell? “I think of your body sometimes when I masturbate.”

“Was that so hard to admit?”

Not at all. And I had more. “I slept with this girl from work once.”

“And used protection?” she interrupted.

“Always.”

“Good boy.

“Anyway, neither of us liked the other that way, but we both needed relief. I imagined you underneath me while we went at it.”

Her eyes widened. “Wow, honey.”

“Too much.”

“Not at all. I’m happy you told me.”

“Thanks. Do moms ever fantasize about their sons?”

“More than you’d think. Or so I hear.”

“What kind of fantasies?”

“I have no personal experience, but sometimes daddies can’t perform so well, and a mommy might imagine a young, muscular body on top of her,” she said. “Or sometimes a mommy might imagine six hard inches in the shower, because sometimes you just get aroused. Or so I hear.” She winked.

“That sounds like a very cool mommy.”

“Think so?”

“The kind a good son would do anything for.”

“Even incest?”

“If the mom wanted, why not?” I said.

“It wouldn’t bother you? Afterward?”

“If two consenting adults made an informed decision, and no babies came out of it, I don’t think so,” I told her.

“It sounds as though you’ve given this some thought.”

“A little. Because of the fantasies.”

“That makes sense,” she told me. “And I agree.”

The conversation turned me on like no other, but did mom mean what I think? “Are we talking about what I think we are?”

“I don’t know, honey. I want to,” she said. “But it’s a big step.”

“I’ll start carrying condoms, just in case.”

“Why?”

“To be ready if we decide to.”

“The birth control will protect us from accidents.”

“I’m no good at pulling out,” I told her.

“Honey, having your seed swimming around in my reproductive system is a major part of the fantasy.”

Wow. I wanted my mother, and she wanted me. And if we took each other, she wanted me to cum inside her. “You know, I could never just have sex with you.”

“Oh?”

“I mean, I don’t fantasize about marrying you or running away together, but I’d want a connection beyond the physical. Even it only happened once.”

Mom pulled her knees together and released a brief moan. “Perfect, baby.”

“If you need to go inside and take care of that, I’ll pretend it never happened,” I said.

Mom laughed. “Smartass.”

“I’ll bet you know a few things.”

“I’ve only slept with your father since marriage, but I used to make the Earth move for him.”

“Used to?”

“He’s more of a climb-on-climb-off kind of guy these days,” she said. “He always asks if I got off, too. I tell him yes, but it’s been a while.”

“Wow. Sorry,” I said sincerely.

“There are much more important things in love and marriage than sex,” she said. “But I miss it.”

“You know I respect you more than anyone else on the planet,” I told her.

“Are you sucking up?

“I just wanted to tell. Lying here naked and horny with you, confessing the things I have, it felt important.”

“I knew it, but thanks for saying so.”

“You can come to me if you ever need a hand. Or a tongue,” I said, with a wink of my own.

She squeezed my hand. “You know what? Grab your towel and the cushion from your lounger, and let’s go back to the little covered bridge your father built over escort köle the low spot.”

“Okay, why?” She gave me that really look. “Oh! Yeah? In the woods?”

“Hardly the woods, but close enough.”

I followed her down the trail, admiring the tiny jiggle of her round ass, trying to stay calm. Plants, flowers, and dwarf trees surrounded us. I laid the cushion on the planks of the footbridge and covered it with my towel. “What now?”

“Lie on your back. I want control.”

I lay down, barely able to think. “I am so nervous, mom.”

“Just lie there and focus on not cumming too fast,” she said. “I’ll handle the rest.” She straddled me and eased her soaking pussy down my shaft. “Look at me, baby. Relax for mommy.”

“It’s so tight, mom. And I can feel your insides against my bare cock.”

“Have you ever used cowgirl position, honey?” I shook my head, and she smiled. “We’ll start slow.”

She began moving her hips in small circles. The walls of her pussy flexed around my erection with every turn. I’d never felt anything like it before. Her hands dropped from her hair to my abdomen, and she and she slid up and down my cock. So erotic. I wasn’t fucking my mom. She was fucking me!

“Doing okay, sweetie?” I nodded and made a grunting noise when I tried to speak. “Tell me if I go too fast. I want to cum, too.”

I looked across her jiggling tits into her beautiful face. I forced myself to think about how much I loved mom as a mom, to keep my lust from overcoming me.

Mom started panting. She leaned forward onto me and started moving faster. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her lips met mine, bathing me with her hot breath and saliva. “Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh yes! Uuuh! AAAHHHH!” Hot liquid spilled around my cock and ran down my balls. My mother just came on me!

“Draw your heels up a little and pound me, baby.” She came again almost immediately, soaking me with another cascade of mommy cum. “Fuck, baby!”

I kept pounding. “Here I go, mom.”

She moved her mouth to my ear. “Yes, sweetie. Cum in mommy. Fill me with your essence, baby. Give it to me.”

I made a strangling sound and released. “MOOOMMMM!” Rope after sticky rope spurted from the tip of my cock and into my mother. My balls felt flat when I finished.

“Yes, baby,” mom cooed. “So strong and so much. I’m so proud of my little boy.”

“Wow, mom,” I said between pants. “I think I came more just now than the last two times I had sex, and all the jerking off in between.”

“I guess mommy does still know a few things.” She smiled and winked. “I need lunch after that.”

I wore my board shorts and T-shirt. Mom slipped into a knee-length skirt and simple top with thong sandals. I loved her feet. And that’s saying something for a guy not overly fond of feet. We picked up some fast food and ate in the car.

“Can you get it up again so soon?” she asked when stopped in the driveway. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

I took her outstretched hand and followed her into the kitchen. “Want me to go down on you first?”

She shook her head. “I want you to cum in me again before you have to leave.” She lifted her skirt and leaned on the kitchen table.

I stepped out of my shorts and moved behind her. My cocked popped between her sweet lips, and I eased in and started thrusting. She was as wet as I was hard. “Fuck, mom. I can’t believe how good you feel.”

“Take your time, baby. Or not. Whatever you want,” she said. “I just want your life inside me this time.”

So hot. I made her pant, but watching my cock sliding in and of my beautiful mother, I didn’t last long. “I’m cumming in you, mom. I’m cumming in you mom. YEEESSSSS!” I cried as I unloaded inside her.

My cock softened over the next minute or so, and I slipped out of her. Mom faced me and kissed me hard. “Sure you don’t want to run away and get married?”

“Will you take my last name?”

She laughed and kissed me again. “You know, I expect to see you around here more often, young man.”

“Not a problem.”

“Bring a change of clothes next time so we can go somewhere nice.”

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PROLOGUE

I am writing a series of six short stories, starting with number six (don’t ask…). None of the stories are related, although some of the characters are! All acts are consensual, here the cast are aged 28, 24 and 46. The location is generic rather than specific.

Thanks to neuroparenthetical and AlexMcSmoothie for input and constructive feedback.

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Carpe diem

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a Latinexpressionmeaning “seize theday”, used for saying thatpeople shouldenjoy thepresentrather thanworrying about thefuture:

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Geoff stood back and looked at the kitchen wall he had just painted. “It’s coming on,” he thought to himself. Indeed, the old, dilapidated farmhouse in South Derbyshire was edging toward being habitable. Then the phone in his overall pocket ran He reached for it and cursed as he covered the keyboard in emulsion paint.

“Yes, Mother.

“No, it’s not inconvenient.

“I can come by in about an hour.”

His parents, who lived a few miles away on the outskirts of Derby, wanted to see him for a couple of minutes. He could hear his father laughing in the background. “Poor lad,” he kept saying.

So, Geoff washed his roller and brushes, and put away various tools and ladders before locking up and making the short drive to the big family home. His father was a senior engineer with a big aerospace firm, working on atomic submarine engines, but he rarely spoke about it. “Hush, hush, son,” was all he would say.

“What’s the problem, Mum?” he said as his dad rolled his eyes.

“Well, your sister has had a bit of a setback. She has caught a virus in the hospital, and they have locked her and some colleagues down for two weeks.” is younger sister, Josie, was a junior doctor in the A she also had a big nose – a characteristic that she shared with her brother. She seemed very work-driven and lived alone in a very posh neighborhood in rural Cheshire. Janet was also a qualified accountant but worked for a merchant bank in Manchester. She shared a house with some other girls, having moved out a while back, and Geoff had always sensed a bit of tension between mother and daughter.

“Why not.” he thought to himself. “I need a break, and a week by a pool with some potentially attractive hotel guests seems a good idea.”

“I’ll go,” said to his mother.

“You must be desperate,” said his father. “I wouldn’t go if she paid me!”

“I will phone her now,” said Mum. “I guess you will be getting your instructions within the hour.”

Sure, enough when Geoff got home there was some incoming mail on his laptop. Marjorie had sent him the full itinerary, with his time to be at Manchester airport and what he had to bring in the way of clothing – jacket required for the evening meal, for instance – and also asked for his passport number. It was all very businesslike, and, he suspected, a sign of things to come. On a lighter note, Janet had texted to remind him to bring his tennis racquet, with a rejoinder that she would ‘whup his ass,’ which was probably correct as she was an excellent, talented player.

Geoff’s family name was Jackson, and, indeed, Marjorie had reverted to that when her husband – Janet’s father – had died some years ago. Janet still used her birth name of Wilson. Geoff was never sure of the exact circumstances, and his father would never discuss it. Marjorie and Justin had married as soon as they both left Uni, which was a surprise to the family, and Janet had come along soon after. But then Justin had started to have mental issues, culminating in a breakdown, and he’d died in an accident on a railway level crossing when Janet was just four. It had been declared an accident, although there’ were hints that it was self-inflicted.

Geoff opened another text from Janet, giving him a link to the hotel’s website so that he could look at the brochure. Her only comment was that he should ignore page seven. He opened the brochure to discover that there were, in fact, two hotels on a very extensive site in southern Spain: Norte (North) and Sur (South). North was set up for family holidays with plenty of play areas and suchlike. South, a couple of kilometers away, was strictly adults only; they didn’t accept any guests under age 18. “Smart marketing.” thought Geoff. “I bet they are both popular.”

Behind the hotels were two extensive 18-hole golf courses and a tennis complex. The whole setup looked – and was – expensive. Of course, he promptly turned to the forbidden page seven in the South section

There were two beaches for South, the larger being in front of the hotel and stretching away towards kızıl gaziantep escort North. Some distance away further south was separate beach, adjacent to a rocky headland jutting out into the sea. This, the brochure explained, was a clothing optional beach, and guests were ferried to and from by a tractor pulling a small string of trailers. Both beaches had basic catering facilities.

Geoff texted back: “Are we all getting our kit off, then?”

Janet replied: “Do you want brown buns, cousin? Mother says we can’t even think about it, otherwise there will be impure thoughts. It’s the hotel pool or the textile beach for us, full stop.”

Geoff grinned, and then phoned his business partner, Simon to tell him he was having a holiday instead of working on his farmhouse. They had met at Uni. Geoff had read chemical engineering, and Simon business studies and marketing. Simon’s uncle owned a small company in Derby working in fiberglass and general plastic fabrications. The two friends shared a hobby – canoeing – and used the uncle’s workshop to mend their kayaks after the inevitable bumps and scrapes. Geoff’s specialty at Uni had been research into composites such as carbon fiber and resin laminates, so they’d decided to fabricate their own, very strong, lightweight kayaks. They were immediately successful, and they’d been inundated with requests for replicas. So, whilst still full-time students they’d set about small scale production. On leaving Uni, Simon’s uncle had said that he was retiring, and had offered them his business. Geoff had scraped together his 50% of the equity, helped by a small legacy and a loan from his dad, and the pair had entered the world of work at age 23. Over the next five years they’d made very good progress utilizing Geoff’s technical acumen and Simon’s commercial and marketing flair, expanding into different products and markets.

“Have a good one,” said Simon. “You’ve been banned from the bare beach, though? What a waste! You would have a permanent stiffy”

Geoff laughed but did wonder what it would be like.

SATURDAY

The three met in the departure concourse at Manchester Airport. Geoff saw Janet first. She looked very chic in tailored slacks and a lightweight jumper, her hair cut in a fashionable bob and wearing her usual large, tortoiseshell glasses.

“Where’s Aunt Marjorie?” he asked.

“Arguing with the booking desk about the baggage allowance. She is probably asking to speak to the Chairman of British Airways about it.”

Marjorie strode across the concourse towards her sizeable pile of expensive luggage. “Damn jobsworths,” she muttered, and then saw Geoff.

“Hello Geoff, how is my brother and your dear sister? Is she coping with isolation?”

Her face was grim, and she soon turned to berate the receptionist without waiting for an answer. Marjorie, half a head taller than Janet, was wearing cream trousers and a pale blue blazer over a patterned blouse. It didn’t look the most comfortable travel wear. Janet had but a single modest-sized suitcase, as did Geoff. He only brought a suitcase as he need to store a couple of jackets and two tennis racquets. As they were queuing to board the Airbus, Geoff asked Janet what the purpose of the trip in early summer was.

“Mum’s practice has done a lot of work for one of the resort’s investors, and this holiday is a thank-you freebie. Mind you, the scheduled air fares are quite expensive.”

“What’s my share of the tickets. Aunt Marjorie? I like to pay my own way.”

“I think we can drop the ‘Aunt’ prefix for this week, if that’s okay, and don’t worry about the airfare.” With that, Marjorie returned to her tablet computer and continued to tap away at some report or other. It was a nice, cloudless day, so Geoff just looked out of the window as they overflew France and enjoyed a couple of beers. Janet dozed the whole way.

They were met at the airport by a smart shuttlebus, and an hour or so later it turned through some security gates onto a paved road running down the side of an immaculate golf course. Within few minutes they crested a rise to see the blue Mediterranean stretching to the horizon, and the white, rendered walls of a large, low-rise hotel.

Marjorie called a summit meeting. “This is a complimentary booking, so I can’t really start to adjust, but we will be sharing just the one room, although I am told it is a good size. I trust we will all respect one another’s privacy.”

“Of course,” responded the cousins.

Indeed, the room was of a very generous size, with a sea view balcony, large windows, a sizable bathroom with a walk-in shower, and two queen size beds a respectable distance gaziantep kızıl escort bayan apart

“I can take the couch if you want,” said Geoff gallantly, but Marjorie said she and Janet would share the one nearest the window and asked if he snored.

“Not that I’ve noticed,” replied Geoff with a grin.

They unpacked, and Geoff went downstairs for a walk round whilst the ladies showered and changed. Then he had a quick shower and changed into a polo shirt and chinos. When they’d checked in, they’d each been given a rubber wrist band with an embedded microchip. As the hotel was almost cashless, the chip was used for all purchases – except in the little shopping mall – and could be used at the swimming pool terrace café and the small beach bars.

They were escorted into a large bar where they were handed complimentary drinks, and then listened to a ‘pep talk’ by one of the managers. He explained the procedure for playing golf and tennis, then announced a few other events. Apparently, there would be a guests’ bridge tournament on Thursday afternoon and a guests’ ballroom dancing competition on Friday evening. Additionally, on Wednesday afternoon there would be a complimentary coach trip inland to a large street market. He concluded with information about the beaches: the large one in front of the hotel was for general use; there was a lifeguard in attendance and a popular beach café. There was a half kilometer gap between the main beach and the small beach by the headland. On that beach, clothing was optional, and everyone was asked to respect one another. Cameras were prohibited. Access was only by traveling on the tractor and trailer ‘train,’ which shuttled back and forth all day. With that, he told them that, as it was Saturday, it was Fiesta Night, so after dinner there would be a lively floorshow.

The three then strolled outside onto the terrace that overlooked the large swimming pool and wandered through the spacious atrium and public rooms before heading for the bar and into the dining room. Janet was now wearing a check miniskirt that showed off her very elegant legs, together with a black sleeveless top with a high neck. Geoff noticed that she was wearing a padded bra to mitigate what seemed to be her otherwise flat chest. She had put on some subtle makeup and placed a red band in her hair. Geoff thought she looked most attractive. Marjorie was wearing a green dress that came to mid-calf, which had an embroidered bodice top, and she also looked very elegant. Geoff couldn’t help noticing that she also had a very small bust, although she carried it all off with aplomb.

Dinner was excellent, and the complimentary wine – which Geoff feared might be rough – was smooth and mellow. As the dessert course was being cleared away, a smartly dressed middle-aged lady came across to their table.

“Hi, are you just in today? My name is Eunice, and I was hoping that one of you plays bridge, because we are stuck for a fourth this week, and we play most afternoons when the boys are golfing.” She waved to a nearby table with two ladies and three men looking at them.

“I play most weeks,” said Marjorie, “but I don’t know if I will be good enough.”

“I am sure you will be. Let me introduce you to the others.”

They all walked across to the other table. “These are my fellow cardsharps, Joyce and Freda, and our better halves are Ron, Ken and Colin.” There were handshakes all round.

“Now please tell us that one of you plays golf,” said Ron. “We play most days and three is a bum number.”

“I am so sorry,” said Geoff, “I have never played. I have brought my tennis racquet, though, and have a grudge match with Janet coming up.”

There was a chorus of damns from the three old boys, and an invitation to join them in a round of drinks. It became apparent that this was their fifth visit to Solaris, where the boys played golf and the girls played cards, and they all enjoyed the sun. They were all retired and seemed quite well off. As everyone drifted into the concert lounge for the floorshow, Colin nudged Geoff and asked him if he was going to try the nude beach.

“Marjorie will have my balls nailed to the balcony if I even think about it.”

Unbeknownst to Geoff, Joyce had murmured the same question to Janet, who’d blushed, stuttered, spluttered, and shook her head.

Nobody asked Marjorie.

They watched the Fiesta for an hour or so, with some pretty girls in red dresses twirling to the sound of guitar and castanets, but fatigue set in, and they retired to their room. Geoff used the bathroom first, emerging dressed in well-worn shortie pajamas, and he slid into his bed at the end of the room. Marjorie gaziantep kızıl escort was next and exited dressed in expensive-looking cream silk pajamas, followed by Janet, who was wearing a long nightshirt. Geoff risked a peek as she slid into bed, exposing most of a long, muscular leg, and he wondered if she was wearing panties. She took off her glasses and blew him a kiss. “Down, boy!”

SUNDAY

The next day was Sunday, their first full day and they decided to spend it by the pool, or on the beach, with lunch in the terrace café, so Geoff offered to make a speedy change, and put on his swim trunks and a long tee shirt before descending to the restaurant and heading for the generous buffet. He was hailed by the six oldsters, who were looking remarkably bright and breezy, and they filled him in with everything he needed to know about the resort. Marjorie and Janet eventually joined them, they had taken their time getting ready and both looked very chic. They had smart wraps covering their swimwear, and whilst Janet was wearing rope soled sandals, her mother had some very fashionable ones with cross cords over her calves. The three ladies persuaded Marjorie to join them for a few hands of bridge after lunch, whilst the old boys headed for the golf course, as Ken had brought along a set of new balls that he reckoned to add ten yards to his drive. The three newcomers bagged three sun loungers on the terrace overlooking the pool, laid out their towels and set down the beach bag.

Of all the sports to build up your arm and chest muscles, kayaking rates somewhere near the top. Coupled with some months of hefting concrete blocks and bags of cement, Geoff had a ripped physique, with powerful upper arms, pectorals, and abductors and as he peeled off his tee shirt Janet gasped and spoke

“Wow, what have you been hiding?”

“Just hard work and clean living, ladies, but the sun doesn’t get to the legs inside a canoe!”

Marjorie gave him a long look;” Those are some muscles, don’t frighten the other guests”

Geoff just smiled, as Marjorie took off her wrap to reveal a slinky one-piece costume with a high cut leg to enhance her long limbs. The top had was decorated with a bunched flower effect to disguise the lack of a bust. Janet disrobed to reveal a very conservative two piece, with a deep, wired halter top in blue check and with matching shorts. They both put on floppy sunhats and Janet exchanged her specs for a pair of large sunglasses. They just lazed away most of the morning, Geoff and Janet went in the pool a couple of times, unlike Marjorie, and a handsome waiter delivered a round of drinks. They had a snack lunch in the Terrace café, and then Marjorie announced that she was going to get changed and meet the girls for a few hands of bridge. As she hurried off, Janet said.

“Mum is an absolute killer at bridge, she plays twice a week and is very competitive, I feel a bit sorry for the other three.”

The cousins returned to the poolside loungers, and swapped stories about their time at college. Geoff discovered that Janet had a wicked sense of humor, with an infectious giggle and the day flew by.

Drinks and dinner with the six senior citizens were good fun, and Geoff sensed that his aunt was staring to loosen up. The old boys still moaned at Geoff for not learning to play golf, and offered lessons, but he smiled a polite refusal. The dinner itself took the form of an al fresco barbecue on the wide terrace, with an excellent guitarist playing Spanish music. They retired late and were soon asleep.

MONDAY.

The next morning Geoff was awake but kept his eyes half closed to peek at Janet as she swung her legs out of bed, but she didn’t flash anything interesting, then it was his turn for the bathroom for a quick shower and shave and a change into tee shirt and swimwear. After breakfast they once again sunned by the pool, Janet still in her conservative two-piece and his aunt in another slinky one piece, this one in black.

Marjorie was very fidgety, as she wanted to get into the bridge game, and she left to get changed just before lunch, so the cousins had tapas and a bottle of white wine at the café. Then Geoff said.

“Anyone for tennis?” and grinned at Janet, who laughed and nodded, so they had another coffee and went to the room to get changed. Geoff put on a pair of boxers and his sports shorts together with a clean tee shirt and a pair of battered trainers. Janet went into the bathroom and emerged in a white tennis dress with bright red shoes. She flashed him her sports knickers, also in red. A red eyeshade completed the outfit. Geoff told her she looked amazing, and she responded with a beaming smile.

They picked up their racquets and got into a golf buggy to head for the courts complex, where they purchased two tubes of balls from the pro shop. They started to knock up and Geoff soon realized he was very out of practice. He had been a fair player at Uni, and could hold his own in a doubles match, but Janet, who had been to tennis school in her teens and still played regularly, was a much better player.

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Willow never expected having to ask her brother to put his cock in her mouth at all, let alone on camera. Nerves flutter like moths in her stomach as she watches him stumble around the kitchen, clearly fresh from a nap. He likes to sleep while she’s recording — she’s fine with that. Reduces the awkwardness. Sure, they tease each other about it all the time, but that’s just sibling teasing. The first time he offered to help her get some noise-muffling cushions for her walls was the most uncomfortable conversation they’d ever had.

And she’s about to amp it up to 100.

“…hey, Hunter?”

“Mmph?” He turns to face her, cheeks bulging from the sandwich he’s trying to eat in only two bites. He chews for a moment, his eyes drifting up and down the length of her entire body, and swallows. “Aren’t you supposed to be live right now?”

“My stream’s on hold for a few minutes. I, uh… I actually have to ask you a question.” God, the room is so cold when she’s barely wearing any clothes. She hugs herself tightly — then realizes that when her tightened arms push her breasts up and out, his eyes lock on. Is that just a shadow on his pants, or is he turned on by her almost nudity? This could work in her favor. “So…I got a request with a donation promise of a thousand dollars if I do it.”

“Hell yeah. Do it. Make that money.” He starts to turn as if leaving, but she stops him cold with her next sentence.

“My chat wants me to give you head on camera.”

He doesn’t say a word for several long, uncomfortable seconds. Finally he turns back to face her. “They…what?”

She can’t meet his eyes. “They want me to give you a blowjob on camera.”

“Do…they know who I am? That I’m… that we…”

“Yeah. That’s why they want me to do it.”

There’s no mistaking it this time. His side profile includes a prominent bulge, one that refuses to stay hidden beneath his shorts. He takes a slow, shuddering breath. “I… I dunno, Willow. That’s… a lot.”

“I’ll give you half.” The words slip out unbidden, and she can’t believe that she even said them. What is wrong with her? He’s hesitating — she could have simply shut up and walked away, but here she is, practically begging him to let her suck his cock on camera. The very thought makes her pussy throb under her skirt. Fuck. Is she attracted to her big brother? That’s not a question she ever thought she’d have to ask herself.

He lets out a short bark of laughter, but it sounds weak, forced. “Bribing me, huh? This gig means enough to you that you’ll get down and dirty with your brother to make a quick buck.”

But his cock isn’t going down.

Willow steps forward and folds her hands demurely in front of her hips, pushing her chest out further. “Please?” Her tone is soft, low, the same tone she uses for her chat when she wants them to donate big bucks. “I’ll do whatever you want — I’ll give you the whole donation. That’s all you need to get your old muscle car, right? A thousand dollars? It’s yours. Just a little blowjob — it’s not wrong, it’s not sex. You just close your eyes and pretend I’m Klara Tegan. That’s not hard to do, right?”

She’s got him there. He inhales sharply at the mention of his muscle car, lets out a strained groan when she mentions his favorite porn star. “…fine. Let me finish my drink. Text me when you’re ready.”

Without another word, he storms out of the room and into his, slamming the door behind him. She waits until he’s definitely gone before skipping back to her room, her face practically glowing with delight. Yes! She’s gonna suck her brother’s dick on camera! That thousand dollars won’t be the only donation she gets from this — hell, she’s made nearly two grand on this stream alone. The way this month is going, that thousand will be a drop in the bucket she won’t even miss.

She refuses to admit to herself that it’s a bit disturbing how willing she is to suck off her brother for a measly thousand dollars.

She has to ready herself to restart her stream. She knows she has hundreds of people waiting for her — sure, a few may have left, escort karkamış but for the most part, not many would. Not with such a lucrative offer on the table. She takes a slow, steadying breath, then throws on her usual seductive mask. Time to click GO LIVE.

“Hello, lovelies,” Willow purrs into the mic. A little thrill of glee surges through her when she sees the viewer count skyrocket to almost a thousand people within seconds of the little “LIVE” icon appearing on her icon. That’s a world record, it has to be. Take that, Klara Tegan!

“Hmm, I wonder what has you all so excited to see lil’ ol’ me today.” She presses a finger to her chin and raises her eyes to the ceiling, pretending to ponder the answer. All of them know, including her, but several comments are more than happy to remind her. “Oh, right! You all want to watch me lose my innocence to my very own flesh-and-blood brother. How naughty of you all…” She waggles her finger admonishingly, though her lips spread wide in a devious smile. “Well, is the sexy man who issued the challenge still in the chat? It wouldn’t be fair to do any of this if he isn’t here to witness with his own eyes…”

DADDY_4_U HAS DONATED $100

I’m here, sweet thing… how about you show us all how you uphold YOUR end of the bargain

She can’t help but let out a single peal of laughter. “So impatient… well, I suppose I’ve kept all of you waiting long enough. Let me get him in here.”

He enters the room in seconds after she hits send on the text message summons, almost as if he was waiting outside. She spins around to greet him with her sultry smile, specially made just for the camera. “Well hi there, Hunter… why don’t you come over here, say hi to your audience.”

As he shuffles over to stand directly beside her, knuckles gleaming as he grips the back of the chair he’ll be sitting in, she sneaks a peek at his crotch. He’s not hard as a rock, like he was earlier, but there’s definitely a little chub going on there. Mm, she can help with that. A wave of guilt traces its cold fingers across her chest. She shouldn’t be so excited to go down on her brother. If it were anyone else, she’d already have her face buried in that lap — that hesitance is a good thing, she has to keep reminding herself. This is her brother, not the hottest guy at her old high school. This isn’t something she needs to be excited about. She just has to pretend for a while, just for a little while. She just needs to pretend that this is another guy, put on a fun little act for the camera, and give Hunter his $1000.

Hush money, Willow realizes now. It’s more than just a bribe. It’s hush money. It’s a silent plea for him not to tell anyone that she sucked him off — especially if he finds out she’s excited to do it.

“I think you’re ready,” she murmurs, reaching for his sweatpants. He shudders, but she can’t tell if it’s shame and revulsion or repressed excitement. He doesn’t pull away, allowing her to tease the skin just above the waistband. “Mm, you’re a little nervous, huh?”

“Mmyeh.”

“Would it help if I…distracted you?” She pushes him into the chair, then straddles his lap so her chest presses against his. His heart is pounding, each thump matching her own. She swallows hard, nervously, before offering him a light smile. “Relax,” she teases, leaning closer and closer until his hot breath brushes her lips. “Let your baby sister take care of you.”

The ease at which their lips lock, like two long-lost puzzle pieces finally molding together, is enough to drench her panties — and his sweatpants. They groan in soft agonized tandem. She can feel his cock swelling beneath her, pressing against her insistently. She shifts her weight lower so their heat throbs together, just like their lips. It’s a rather chaste kiss — to begin with. Soft gentle suction, tasting each other with little swipes of their tongues, soft moans. His hands flutter over her hips, up her sides, until they’re against the side of her breasts.

She wants him to rip her clothes off and karkamış escort bayan fuck her. A terrible thought, one she dismisses immediately. This is acting, she reminds herself fiercely for the umpteenth time. You’re pretending he’s Carter Garrison. You want to fuck Carter, not Hunter. Get it together, for fuck’s sake!

Besides, he can’t rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless. The offer was for her to give him head, not actually fuck her. The only reason she’s not on her knees yet is because they need to give the camera a show.

His tongue pushes past her lips — she opens them for him, slipping her own tongue into his mouth, silent consent. As soon as he realized she was giving him blanket permission to continue, his kiss grew aggressive. He invaded her mouth and threatened to suck the air from her very lungs. His tongue probes every inch, lapping over her teeth and entangling with her own. His eyes are shut, and for that, she is grateful. She can’t do open-eye kisses. They’re…uncomfortable.

Willow can’t stop her hands from wandering all over his chest — she’s always loved a muscular man, and Hunter is no joke. She’s seen him shirtless before. That image flashes in her mind as she explores every inch of him, a visual diagram of which muscles she’s worshiping and which needs her attention next.

He can’t stop his hands from wandering either. They grip her ass firmly, lifting her with ease long enough to adjust his position before roaming up to grope her chest. He squeezes and pinches with loving care, causing enough friction to draw soft gasps against his lips without drawing pain. She whimpers softly when he finds her nipple through her mesh shirt. His nail scrapes so gently against her raspberry bud, yet she moans as loudly as if he’d pinched it. “Hunter,” she sighs, remembering with a holt that she has an audience to entertain. “Hunter, I want to suck your cock. May I suck your cock?”

He doesn’t reply with words, instead showing his desire by lifting her by her hips and guiding her to her knees in front of him. As soon as he’s leaned back in the chair again, she leans forward, hands suddenly shaking. She’s never sucked a cock before. Learning on her brother is suddenly…terrifying. Not in its inherent wrongness, but in how close they are. She can’t explain the sudden need to impress him, but it’s overwhelming, all-encompassing. There’s an insane amount of pressure to find a happy middle ground. If she’s not good at it, the awkwardness between them will shatter their friendship. If she’s too good at it, things will be just as uncomfortable — he’d never believe that he’s her first if she ends up having a natural talent for it. It will solidify the idea that she’s only doing this for the money.

Which she is, of course. She’s not attracted to her brother. Her pussy is so wet because he knows how to touch her body in all the right places. She was horny before she talked to him. She was pretending to be making out with someone else. The excuses are endless — but in the end, she’s beginning to realize that they are, indeed, just excuses.

As she pulls his cock out of his pants, she notices that he’s as nervous as she is. He’s having a little trouble staying hard. She can help with that. Throwing a sultry wink at the camera, she slips the tip of her tongue to slide it slowly across the curve of his head. She doesn’t know what she’s doing exactly — the closest thing to a cock she’s swallowed is just a silicon dildo, but it helped her get the basics down. Time to test her self-taught knowledge. Her tongue dances across him, dragging up the length of his cock before slipping back down. It tastes amazing. She can’t describe it even if she wants to — but that’s okay. Her audience is here to see her suck her brother’s cock, not listen to her describe how he tastes like this is some kind of mukbang.

Just her tongue isn’t going to get the job done though. Willow wraps her lips tentatively around him and twirls her tongue around his head until he pants above her. A soft moan bubbles karkamış escort in her throat at the sound of his need. This feels right. She never imagined putting a man’s cock in her mouth — certainly not her brother’s. But this feels perfect and right and she needs him to teach her how to worship him properly.

His hand rests on her head, his fingers weaving into her pale blonde hair. She expects him to hold her still so he can ram her throat — but to her surprise, he instead begins to pet her. A gentle nudge to the top of her head shows her that he wants to go deeper into her mouth. She almost doesn’t notice, too lost in exploring every ridge, every curve, of his head with the tip of her tongue, and lapping up every drop of the salty hot liquid that dribbled from its opening. He wants her to go deeper. She opens her eyes for just a moment, pausing in her ministration to study the barely contained need in his glittering emerald stare. He wants it. Needs it. Needs her to take more of his cock into her mouth.

But she hesitates.

Her gag reflex is already swelling with a warning. She’s only taken him about halfway, and he wants her to go deeper. Can she? What if she –? Oh god, that would be so embarrassing if she… no, she wouldn’t think it. She can do this. What was it Daddy always says? ‘Fake it til you make it’? She can do this. She didn’t think she’d make it so far as a cam girl, yet here she is. She can give Hunter the deepthroat he wants more than anything in the world right now.

The low groan above her as she inches lower and lower is the only warning she gets.

Willow snatches another breath before Hunter’s cock begins slamming in brief, short thrusts in her throat. Her hips jerk forward at the burst of stimulation, grinding her pussy against the carpet of her floor without any input from her brain. Her entire cunt burns with desire, with need. She wants to moan, to gasp, to whine and whimper and scream his praises. Her mouth, however, is extremely full, and her mind a little preoccupied. Every time he thrusts forward, the head of his cock punches against the base of her throat and forces her to gag around his monstrous girth. Every gag forces hot wet saliva into her mouth, wetting his cock so he could slip in and out more easily. It quickly becomes a vicious, endless cycle, one that brings both pain and pleasure in a confusing mess that pools between her throbbing thighs.

With her gagging, convulsing throat around his cock, Hunter clearly isn’t going to last much longer. It’s easy for even the inexperienced Willow to tell he’s getting closer — what had been mere moans become now muffled grunts as he fucks her mouth like it’s any other hole. His thrusts speed and become more erratic in his final sprint towards climax. His whole body shudders under her fingers and with a final, balls deep thrust into her mouth, his cock pulses and even noticeably fattens with the volume of cum that floods her belly. Streams of hot, salty seed hoses from his cock, emptying his balls deep inside her. Willow can’t help but feel lucky — it’s being pumped so deep that she doesn’t have to give much effort to swallowing.

Finally, it ends. Willow pulls away with a gasp for air, staring up at him with new eyes. Hunter…fuck, Hunter has a massive cock and he knows how to use it — at least, as far as her mouth is concerned. And his cum… god, it tastes so good. She licks her lips without thinking, lowering her eyes back to his messy cock, coated with her saliva and his cum. She lowers back down and cleans him with long, slow swipes, until she can taste nothing but hot skin. Perfect! Just in time — the donation ding rings one final time.

DADDY_4_U HAS DONATED $1500!

Good girl… good show. Here’s a little extra, for his trouble. I’ll be around.

Thank god. She’s still panting for air — she doesn’t have the energy to continue the stream after the mouth-fucking she just received. “Thank you so much for watching, guys!” she announces cheerfully, pushing herself to her feet by pressing her palms to Hunter’s knees. He grabs her side to help her keep her balance as the blood rushes to her head. Her balance is completely shot! “Remember to follow me to get a notification when I go live, and subscribe for exclusive content and support me! Thank you so much for all the donations and support, and I’ll see you guys soon!”

By the time she clicks END STREAM, Hunter is gone.

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Author’s Note: All Characters are over the age of 18

This story begins in 2022

Main Characters

Jack-18, 16″ cock, light brown hair, blue eyes, 6’3″ tall

Sara-Mom-36, GG-sized tits, black hair, brown eyes, fit but very tone and curvy.

Rita-Aunt-37, FF-sized tits, blonde hair, blue eyes, similarly amazing body to Sara but not quite as hot

Josephine (Jo)-sister, 18, EE-sized tits, twin to Jack, red hair, green eyes most popular girl in school

Clara-Cousin, 18, EE-sized tits, brown hair, kinda dumb but very kind

Beth Ryder-teacher, 28, FF-sized tits, redhead

Naomi Moore-38, doctor, FF-sized tits, African American, nymphomaniac

Rose (Ro)-18, DD-sized tits, Jo’s best friend and a popular girl in school, brunette hair, kinda mean

Friday, September 30 (cont.)

5

“I want to be your ally in this perverted quest you have,” Naomi told Jack on the trip back to school, “and I think there’s a lot that I can teach you.”

Jack was feeling much more comfortable around Naomi now, though he still found her extremely intimidating, “I guess, I know what I want now…” he told her, “But I still think the whole thing is impossible.”

“Don’t think about that right now,” Naomi said reassuringly, “Just take it one girl at a time, y’know, moment by moment. If you’re with your teacher, be with your teacher, if you’re with your Mom, be with her, and don’t worry about the other girls for right now. They might get jealous but that’s their problem.”

Jack shook his head as he thought about it, “I feel like an asshole just considering it. I’m really not the type to jump between girls like that.”

They pulled up to the school shortly before the last bell rang. Before Jack got out Naomi told him, “That’s something else you’re going to have to learn, Jack.” She then gave him a quick kiss on his lips but didn’t linger in case anyone was watching, “Remember what I taught you today about teasing, don’t ever give a woman what she wants. Make her work for it.”

“Umm, okay,” Jack mumbled as he left the car. He still wasn’t sure he got it but he was willing to give anything a try…

He heard the final bell as he came in the door. Jack went to Beth’s classroom and waited outside for the room to filter out.

6

Beth had spent the day convincing herself that her date with Jack had nothing to do with her growing attraction to her own student, but instead that it was only for Jack’s continued education into the dating world.

She smiled at him when he came in once all the other students had left, “Good afternoon, Jack.”

Jack grinned back like an idiot at this redheaded beauty, he was feeling a lot more confident then. He just kept think what Naomi told him, just whatever woman I’m with at that moment. I’ll devote all my attention to you, Beth…

He also thought of what his aunt told him, women love to be complimented, “Good afternoon, beautiful.” Jack told her.

Beth blushed slightly, “You know, you probably shouldn’t say things like that while we’re in school,” she told him, “Um, or at all, probably…” she added reminding herself this wasn’t a real date.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” Jack mumbled feeling nervous once again, “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“You didn’t,” Beth said reminding herself that Jack was very new at this, “And I give you permission to compliment me during our play date but it might not be perceived correctly to others in public.”

“Oh, okay,” Jack said, then added, “I already know to keep it a secret. Where do you want to go for our date?”

Beth bit her lip, now she was the nervous one, “Umm, I was actually thinking I might take you to my house, I mean, I think going out in public might raise too many questions…”

Jack shrugged, “Okay.”

7

It was a very short trip to Beth’s house, so short they didn’t talk about anything as they drove over and next thing Jack knew they were parked in her garage while the door shut behind them.

“Well, we’re here.” Beth said, “I know it isn’t much to look at but it’s cozy.”

“I see,” Jack said, he wasn’t paying attention so he wasn’t sure what her house looked like from the outside, “want to show me around?”

Beth showed Jack her house, feeling somewhat nervous about the whole thing, mostly because it kapalı gaziantep escort was a very small one bedroom house that she was just renting. It had a small bathroom with a standing room only shower, a kitchen which had a table where she ate, and a somewhat larger room with her bed but she also had enough room for a loveseat and a large television in there as well.

“Um, I guess that’s it,” Beth said, somewhat embarrassed, “Like I said I’m just renting it until something better comes along.”

“I like it,” Jack said approvingly, “but what do you want to do for our date?”

“Our play date you mean,” Beth insisted, “I dunno, how about dinner and a movie? That seems like a good first date.”

They sat on the loveseat and Beth picked out a horror movie to watch, “I haven’t seen this one yet but I hear it’s very scary.”

Jack cocked an eyebrow when he saw the title. He had heard that some girls like to watch horror movies so they had an excuse to cuddle their date, but he didn’t expect Beth to pull something like that with him, “You like horror movies?” He asked, casually.

“Oh, I love them, actually.” Beth said, “If you don’t, um, I have some, er, romantic comedies, or something.” Beth had figured that most guys liked horror movies and thought that would be an easy pick. “I just haven’t seen this one yet.” She added.

“Oh, that’s perfect actually,” Jack liked horror though he wouldn’t watch anything like that with his mom or sister as they were too easily scared by it.

“Good,” Beth said as she put it on, she dimmed the light and they sat down together. She took off her shoes and pulled her feet up.

Jack was very nervous, it didn’t help that Beth’s bed was right next to the couch either as he kept thinking just how easy it would be to move from one to the other. He thought about what Naomi said again though, and decided to just go for it, Beth’s the only woman for me right now… He thought as he put an arm around her shoulder.

“Oh, there,” Beth said and smiled at him, “See, that’s an appropriate way to touch a girl on a first date.” She explained.

Jack stared deeply into her eyes. He leaned in and kissed her, already thinking of Beth as the center of his world (until the next girl was) and they Frenched for a moment before he pulled back and pretended to be encapsulated in the movie, already trying to put Naomi’s teaching of teasing and pulling back into play.

Beth was surprised by the kiss but immediately gave into it. But when Jack broke the kiss after only a few seconds and seemed more interested in the movie, it confused her. He’s right though… She thought as she went back to watching the film as well, we shoulldn’t be giving into our feelings. But even as she thought this she only wanted more. After about a minute of watching the opening of the film, Beth put a hand on Jack’s leg.

As Beth did this Jack moved his arm from around her shoulder to down around her waist. Beth felt her desire rising as he lightly touched her thigh. She pretended to be interested in the film as she moved forward, but only she could move her lips closer to Jack’s in the hopes that he might kiss her again. Jack pretended not to notice, very interested in getting to know all the characters who would probably be killed gruesomly later. But only for a moment because Beth was so close it was impossible to ignore her anymore.

She was on him. Beth mashed her lips into his as she pushed Jack down on his back, straddling him on the couch.

Jack was trying to remember what Naomi told him about slowing down, or anything else for that matter, but it was impossible to think of anything while his sexy teacher was trying to suck his tongue straight from his mouth. He grabbed at her skirt and started moving it up her body, Beth stopped kissing him long enough that Jack could remove it from her and threw it on the ground.

Jack was kissing her again in an instant. While he did this, Beth undid her bra from behind and dropped it on the floor next to her dress. Jack’s hands went to her breasts and he stopped kissing her to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Beth pulled his shirt off over his head and then started undoing Jack’s jeans as he kissed her beautiful breasts. Beth pulled his cock out, loving how large it was, and how strong it felt in her hands.

Beth gaziantep kapalı escort didn’t stop, nothing could stop her then, she still had her panties on, but she pushed them out of the way. She pushed herself up on her knees so she could line Jack’s massive cock up with her pussy, and she paced herself as she moved down. Her cunt slowly swallowing every inch of Jack’s enormous dick whole.

“Oh God!” Beth cried feeling her orgasm building, “I’ve needed this!” She began to alternate between grinding against Jack’s pelvis and bouncing on his cock, “Ever since, oooohhh! Ugh, ah, ever since I pulled your dick out that first time! This is all I’ve been thinking about! Fuuuuuck! I’m cummmmiiiiinnnnnngggg!” Beth bounced twice as hard on her students humongous dick, loving how it felt as her pussy orgasmed around it.

Jack could feel good own balls churning but held back because there was something he wanted to do now. He picked Beth up and threw her writhing, cumming body on the bed. Beth was confused but didn’t complain when Jack got in his knees next to the bed and leaned into her so he could put his lips on her throbbing cunt lips.

“Oooo-oooohhhh!” Beth cried as her pleasure intensified as Jack became acquainted to her quivering cunt with his talented tongue.

Jack was loving the taste and feel off Beth’s pussy with his lips and tongue. He naturally followed Beth’s pleasure zones and moved from her hole to her labia and started licking her clit like it was an ice cream sundae.

Beth quickly was worked up to another orgasm. She moaned out her brain no longer able to form words as she came all over her student’s face. Jack was loving it, knowing he was going to have to eat as much pussy as he possibly could whenever he could from then on.

As she came down, Jack stood up and lined his cock up with Beth’s pussy. He was a the perfect height next to the bed that he could stand and thrust his cock in and start pounding away as Beth grabbed both her feet and pulled them to the side so Jack could get a better angle.

“This is so fucking good!” Beth moaned as her student relentlessly fucked her, “We have to keep doing this! It’s our secret! Fuck I’m cumming again!” Beth could hardly believe it, but her body was once again gyrating in the thralls of orgasm.

Jack started cumming too and said so, “I’m on the pill! I need to feel you cum in my pussy!” Beth announced moments before being unable to speak again. Jack pushed in hard, his cock pushed all the way up to her cervix and he unloaded. He came harder and longer than he thought he ever did before.

“That was incredible,” Beth moaned as she came down from her massive orgasm, “That was-oh! What are you doing?” She asked though it was obvious, Jack was moving his hips again, his cock still very hard inside of her.

“I want to fuck you some more,” Jack announced as I moved his hips like a piston, thrusting into his teacher in long hard strokes, taking his giant dick almost all the way out of her before driving his cock all the way back into her moist cunt.

“Mmmm, then fuck me some more!” Beth called out before moaning gutterally and pushed her body more towards the edge of the bed. This gave Jack a better angle to push his cock into her tight cunt. “FUCK YOUR TEACHER LIKE YOU MEAN IT!” She cried out, “FUCK ME WITH YOU MASSIVE COCK!” Beth felt she was seeing stars as her orgasm built and soon she was cumming again, “OOOOHHH FUCK YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD! YOUR GIANT DICK IS THE BIGGEST AND BEST I’VE EVER HAD! FUUUCCCKK SSSOOOOO GGGOOOOOODDDD!”

Jack kept fucking her through her orgasm, “I love how tight your cunt is,” He said as he fucked her into oblivion.

Beth wrapped her legs around Jack’s body as he continued to fuck her hard and she felt her fifth orgasm building since they started, “You are making my whole body feel good.” She moaned, her voice fading from moaning and yelling so much already, “I just want you to fuck me forever! I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before!”

Jack was loving life as continued plowing into his teacher’s pussy like his life depended on it. He felt his balls boiling again as his orgasm built, “Can I cum on your face?” He asked. He really wanted to see Miss Ryder’s features dripping with his sperm so badly.

Beth was so far gone she didn’t care, “Wherever gaziantep kapalı escort bayan you want,” but then quickly added, “Can you hold off for a moment I’m going to cum again.”

Jack nodded, fucking her like crazy and doing everything in his power to keep from cumming. Beth started moaning out again, cumming like crazy around his cock and it was too much. Jack started letting out his sperm inside her pussy. But he pulled out quickly and started shooting all over her body. Cum leaked out of her pussy onto the bed when he pulled out, and her pussy juices started shooting out all over his balls.

Jack’s cock shot out onto her belly, some getting onto the underside of her tits. The next volley went over her boobs and landed on her chin, splattering into her mouth. Beth didn’t normally like the taste of sperm, but his was delicious. She set up in the bed and opened her mouth, Jack reamied and hit her in the face with the next three shots, much of it getting into her mouth. Jack shot more on her tits, belly, and pussy as she sat in the bed in front of him.

“Oh my fucking God!” Beth moaned as she stared down at the mess he made of her body, “You cum like a whole football team all at once!” She moaned, “I need a shower, holy shit…” She got up and wandered out of the room in disbelief.

Jack’s cock was deflating as he collapsed on the bed. He noticed as he drifted off into a nap that the movie’s end credits were now rolling.

8

While Jack and Beth were busy fucking through a bad horror movie, Rita got off work a bit early so she could talk to her sister. She got home a little after Sara did after picking the girls up from school.

Rita knew something was up by how distant she was being and Rita got her alone in Sara’s bedroom. She shut the door behind her.

“Sara,” Rita said, trying not to sound too excited as she walked over to where Sara was reading on the bed, “did something happen between you and Jack yesterday? You seem, I dunno, different.”

Sara sighed, she really didn’t want to talk about it, but also knew Rita was the only person she could talk to about it, “I caught Jo and Jack again, this time they were in the basement.”

“In the basement? What?” Rita asked, remembering how Jack was in the basement the other day, seemingly lost in his own house.

“They had an inflatable mattress down there.” Sara explained, “I-I was so angry when I caught them, I, I…”

“What? What is it?” Rita asked.

“I let him jerk off on my body…three times in a row.”

Rita’s jaw dropped open, not because her sister admitted to her son masturbating on her, but because Jack had orgasmed three times in a row, “Wow…” She said as she thought about it, “He definitely has a very high sex drive.”

Sara nodded, worried, “He does, and I need to keep it in check so he doesn’t fuck his sister…” She didn’t put in that she was also very worried he’d fuck his mother too.

“Hmm, maybe we could use that to our advantage?” Rita suggested, her brain working at a mile a minute as she came up with a scheme.

“What? How?” Sara was incredibly confused, “By letting him fuck his sister?”

“No, of course not,” Rita said, trying to sound offended that Sara would even consider that Rita would think of such a thing. “But, you just admitted that Jack has an incredibly high sex drive that needs to be kept in control. And we just happen to have a girl living here who wants to help out. I think this is a great coincidence we could transform into an opportunity.”

Sara was still very doubtful, “I can’t let them alone together, I even decided that Jack should sleep with me from now on. I just can’t trust them by themselves.”

“So it shouldn’t be done by themselves.” Rita explained, “We should be there to supervise.”

Sara considered this, “You mean, have Jo pose, Jack jerk off, and we watch?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” Rita said with a shit-eating grin on her face, she felt very confident it was a plan that would settle Sara’s mind but also put them on the track of getting Jack’s harem started.

“I don’t like that plan one bit,” Sara said, upset, “but I also don’t want to be the one posing for Jack. I just…” She didn’t want to admit it, but knew she’d already told Rita as much before, “I just keep losing control.”

“All the more reason for Jo to be the one to do it,” Rita explained, “I am sure she’d be on board if you talked to her about it.”

Sara glared at her sister, unamused, “That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”

Rita kept trying to subtly push Sara in the direction she wanted her to go, but Sara was too stubborn then. Rita didn’t know that Jack had fingerbanged her that morning though. If she had, Sara’s resistance would have made a lot more sense.

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I’d noticed my stepson had started eyeing me shortly after I married his father, but I thought nothing of it. Boys will be boys and I had to admit it was a bit flattering to think that I “still had it” despite being significantly older. If he had tried to do something about it that would have been another story. But what was the harm in a few glances here and there? 

I had married his father Alan when my stepson Jay had just turned fourteen. I was quite a bit younger than Alan who was 36 at the time. On occasion I had been mistaken for Jay’s sister.

Despite our age difference Alan and I had plenty in common. Aside from our sex drives. That hadn’t been as much of an issue when we were dating but once we were married I often found myself frustrated. However I resolved to remain faithful to Alan who didn’t mind my ever growing collection of toys.

I noticed however as Jay became older he was slowly becoming more distant. He was living with us but spent most of his time with his friend group or various girlfriends. It was fine that he had a social life but I missed the friendly relationship we’d had when he had first come to live with us. Now four years had passed and it was like karataş escort we were complete strangers.

One night Jay had come home late. I’d noticed because he was loud and slammed the door behind him. I’d always been a light sleeper and he knew this. I assumed he must have been drunk.

I groaned and got out of bed to say something but when I got to the living room he wasn’t there. He must have gone to his room and passed out. Something however flashed out of the corner of my eye. It was his phone. He must have set it down and forgotten it when he went to bed. I grabbed it with the intention of sliding it under his door. Then the screen flashed again. Without meaning to I looked at it and saw a text from a girl named Jenna.

“I wanna be fucked by your big fat cock till I squirt and cum. I want my pussy to be wet and numb.”

I felt my face flush warm with embarrassment and then looked around but of course no one had seen me. That text made me feel shy but also something else. It lit a fire in me I hadn’t felt in quite a while.

I laid down on the couch and stared at the text blankly for a moment, unsure of what to do karataş escort bayan with myself or my growing feelings. I hadn’t had the time to take care of myself in a while yet a dirty text to my stepson had ignited something in me I hadn’t felt in quite a while.

I knew I had to see more, and yet if I did there wouldn’t be any coming back from this. I sighed and swiped at his phone. Of course it was password locked. I tried his birthday. No luck. Then his father’s. Almost on a whim I tried my own. The phone opened.

I wasn’t sure what to do with this information but right now I was searching for something else. I opened the text from Jenna. She had clearly sent that text in reply to something he’d sent her. And then I saw it. A video. I inhaled sharply.

The pause screen of the video looked like a man with the camera pointed downward. I had an idea of what it was but I couldn’t stop myself from clicking play.

As the video began to play, a man unbuckled his pants in a dimly lit room. I could vaguely see the outline of his penis inside his boxers, and I could hear him breathing. His breath caught as he reached inside escort karataş the fly and took his dick out.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It had to be my stepson’s cock. And it looked bigger than I ever could have imagined. His hand temporarily left the frame as he squired something into it. He then brought his hand back to his cock and began to lube it up. I was watching my stepson’s dick get hard as he stroked it. I realized there was a growing warmth at my loins as I watched his manhood come to life.

He began stroking it harder and more forcefully and it became huge once fully erect. I could hear a few small moans escape his lips as he masturbated. I was practically drooling at the sight. He continued to pleasure himself until he came powerfully, letting out a loud, satisfied grunt. Cum shot out forcefully and coated his dick.

It was hard to believe I was getting wet at the site of Jay stroking himself for some girl. Before I could control myself my hand slid down my stomach underneath my panties. I could already feel some moisture on the outside. I spread my soft pussy lips and put a finger inside. I was gushing. I continued to finger myself and my clit thinking about my stepson’s huge dick inside of my dripping wet pussy.

I was almost jealous that he had wasted all of that cum. I wanted to be pumped full of his sperm. He didn’t need to waste it showing off for some girl when he could be spilling it all inside of me!

I came powerfully thinking about being filled with his seed.

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First of all, Chapters 46-51 had not been properly edited. Sorry. I thought I had deleted it, but apparently not. I only hope it was readable! Anyway, hopefully, the pace, angst, and resolution( of a sort) will be rising a bit now. As always, thanks to everyone for bearing with me! Thanks to Kenji for keeping me readable, well, when I listen! Thanks to Paolo for his advice when I hit that proverbial wall! The chapters should be smaller, too!

Chapter 52

An Offer Made and A Day at Emily’s

We overslept. No surprises there! Our human alarm clocks woke us too early as they quietly padded across the bedroom floor ’til they were warmly tucked beneath the covers with us. They were giggling and mischievous, as always. We chatted, asking if Janet was awake yet, but she was busy preparing breakfast for us. God, we’d miss her! There was a low knock on the door, though it was partially open.

“Morning, Janet!” we all cried, laughing.

She stuck her head in, somewhat embarrassed. I suppose she had never seen us in bed before, she only imagined it. Now she would definitely know! Fuck! Chrissie called her into the room and beckoned her to sit and chat. God, how uncomfortable would this be? Surprisingly, not that much. She sat next to me as I was closest to the door. She gingerly laid her hand on my leg, just because it was there. She asked about the exhibit, so Chrissie told her all about it, the kids still squirming around.

“I hope we didn’t wake you when we got in,” Chrissie said.

Janet blushed furiously. “Uh…no. I hardly heard…anything,” she stammered.

“Hardly?” Chrissie retorted.

“Well…” her face turning redder.

“Sorry,” Chrissie sheepishly said.

“Don’t, Chrissie. Believe me, it didn’t bother me at all,” she laughed, coyly.

Now it was Chrissie’s turn to blush. I did enjoy her discomfort.

“I’d blame Chrissie,” I chuckled.

“Hmmm,” Janet replied, swatting my leg. “So, when would you all like breakfast? It’s

almost ready. David, Chloe. You all washed and teeth brushed?” she asked, sounding like a strict mother. “Come on. Out. Let Mommy and Tom wake up. Let’s get you two sorted. Out!” she told them both.

“You two must be tired, so I have a refreshing breakfast for you,” she said, talking to Chrissie and me, a bright smile across her face. Janet leant over me, her nubile body stretching, her hand on my bare chest as she gently kissed Chrissie, and then me.

“Good morning,” she whispered. “Now! No going back to sleep…or whatever,” she giggled.

I was so tempted to smack her tight butt that was just ‘there’. She took the kid’s hands in hers, turned and walked out the door, closing it soundly.

“Fuck, Chrissie,” I groaned.

“I know, Tom,” she giggled. “Behave, buster!”

I could only laugh as Chrissie lunged at me, wrapping her arms around me, and we kissed.

We finally slipped from the bed, scented with last night’s exertions. We pulled our robes on as she had already seen us in bed, so there was no ‘pretending’ now. We kissed a final time and headed to the kitchen. The kids were helping Janet set the table, Chloe wanting to sit next to me. Janet had made us a mini-feast! There wasn’t anything else we could have wanted. The five of us ate, joked and played with each other. Neither Chrissie nor Janet were embarrassed in the least. I was still slightly taken aback at how ‘normal’ this seemed. We told the kids we were going to Emily’s, to cries of ‘yes!’ and loud whoops of joy. We had a relaxed breakfast, Chrissie going into more detail about the exhibit. Her persistent questioning on the show impressed me.

Chrissie was looking at Janet quizzically.

“You know, Janet. When I was twenty-three, I looked just as hot as you do in the morning,” she chuckled.

“You still do, Chrissie. Believe me!” she blushed.

Well, that was unexpected!

The kids were finished, so Chrissie sent them off to get cleaned up and dressed. Chrissie looked at me, and I knew what her eyes were asking.

“Janet. We need to talk with you for a bit on our own,” I started.

Her eyes were startled as if she was in trouble.

“Everything’s good. Just relax,” I laughed. “So, and this is between us here, but I think we know you can keep, uh, secrets by now. We are seriously considering moving to London. Permanently. Chrissie and Emily have an interview at the V&A this weekend. They’ll be there ’til Saturday, so I may need a little extra help? I should be fine with the kids, but I’m certain Chrissie wouldn’t mind you checking up on me!” I laughed. “Now, I’m not sure what your future or timeline is but have you considered a university in…England? After our talk the other day, it got us thinking,” I started.

“What Tom is TRYING to say, “She giggled. “Is…would you be interested in our help? I hate the idea of losing you, as the kids will, too. If, and it’s a big if, you would consider doing your Masters in London, we’d like to help. Tom has already looked kaliteli gaziantep escort into universities. Have you picked out a school here yet? Is it something you might consider?” Chrissie asked.

Janet was shocked, to say the least. It took her a few minutes to take it all in. This could be life-changing for her, too.

“I…I haven’t thought too far ahead, but…why? And why me?” she asked.

“Why? Because we love you, and the kids love you. This move will be a huge upheaval for them, and we’re looking at ways to make it easier. That’s the simple reason. We would support you, pay you and help you fulfil your ambitions. You could live with us separately if you’d prefer. Tom has looked at Cambridge and Oxford, but feel that would be too far away to travel, but the third best is University College in London. They have an excellent degree course, plus you’d be on the doorstep of all the history there, she said.

“Have you both really thought this through? It’s huge what you’re offering me. I… I’d have to give this a lot of thought. I…I never expected anything like this! I… I’d like to think about though. There’s so much to consider, but yes, I’ll give it some thought. I can’t believe you two would do this for me! I’m…speechless! Thank you both for

even considering this. I’m…so touched,” she said, and grasped both our hands, squeezing them tightly.

“That’s all we can ask, Janet,” I said. “We know how important this is. Think it over, then get back to us. We’ll need to talk with your parents, too. They need to agree with what we propose, so it’s not set in stone yet. But yeah, if you would at least think about it, we’d both appreciate it,” I said.

“What about Emily? Will she be living with you, too?” she asked.

“Hopefully, yes. She hasn’t quite made up her mind. After the interview, she’ll have a better idea, though. Then it gets real. We’re thinking of moving as soon as the kid’s school breaks up for the summer. We’ll need time to find a place to live, get them enrolled and a million other things!” Chrissie chuckled. “You could still do your internship this summer, then join us afterwards…if you decide to.”

Janet was still shocked, her face etched with questions, and doubts.

,

“Either way, thank you for the kind offer. I’m still in shock, but thank you both,” she said, and leaned over, kissing us both. “Now, where are those kids” she laughed. “They’re too quiet!”

She excused herself and went to their bedrooms. We heard their squeals and laughed.

“So, what do you think?” Chrissie asked.

“We’ll see. We’ve laid it out, so we let her mull it over and see where we go next,” I answered.

“All these changes, Tom,” she sighed.

“And all for the best, darling. C’mon. Let’s get ourselves sorted,” I said as I grabbed her hand, and we cleared the breakfast debris. We had everything sorted just as the kids came bounding into the kitchen in a short time. We told Janet we were off to shower and get ready. She just beamed at us, Chrissie blushing slightly.

“Don’t be too long,” she coyly said.

We showered, without incident, dressed and were ready for the day. Everyone was outside in the sun, relaxing, reading or playing on their hand-held computer thingys. Janet was getting her things together, so the kids came in to thank her goodbye. Chrissie paid her, and then I slipped another envelope into her hand. She gave me a scornful look, but graciously accepted it. Hugs all around, along with chaste kisses, she left. We checked the kids, grabbed our bags and headed over to Emily’s.

We arrived soon, the kids excited to be there for some reason, and I only assumed they were looking forward to being spoiled! Chrissie let herself in with her key, the kids rushing in as soon as the door opened. I heard, rather than saw, the kids laughing and giggling. Chrissie and I walked in, and they were all embracing one another. They ran off to the kitchen, smelling of freshly baked something-or-other, and Emily walked toward us, a wicked smile on her face.

“Morning, sweetie, “she said to Chrissie, and softly embraced her, their lips tenderly touching. “Good night?” she chuckled.

“Morning, Em. God! It was wonderful!” she laughed. “Oh, these are yours,” she said, and handed her the used and unwashed panties to her. “Tom enjoyed them,” she giggled.

I blushed.

“Well done, Tom,” she coquettishly sighed as she walked to me. Her arms went around my head, and we melted together, our lips touching. We kissed, each of us taking what we needed from the other. I felt Chrissie’s arms around us, her head on my arm. We broke away slowly, and I swatted her butt. Emily laid her hand on my chest, looked at me, then turned and walked to the kitchen. “It thrills me that you liked the little surprise!”

Chrissie and I followed her, our hands entwined. The kids stopped mid-bite into oatmeal raisin cookies, and laughed. Chrissie poured them both some milk and offered gaziantep kaliteli escort us a biscuit. She grabbed a plateful of cookies, and we all walked out to her garden. I was stunned.

“Emily? This is beautiful? You did all the planting?” I asked.

“All me, Tom. David was terrible and hated gardening. I use it as my oasis. I’m glad you like it,” she smiled.

It was laid out with tall grasses and wildflowers. There was a path leading out to an arch covered with clematis buds.

“Show me around,” I asked.

She walked me through the different flowers and shrubs, excitedly telling me about them and why she had picked them. She had a comfortable hanging, double-seated chair set under a willow tree, so we sat.

“This is…wonderful, Emily. So, this is you, eh?” I chuckled.

“Part of me, yes. I love it here. I’ve made it relaxing and subtle. Everything just seems to work so well together. I’ll hate selling up on the one hand. This really has been my sanctuary for more than a few years. We all need our quiet little places, eh? I’m glad you appreciate it, Tom. That means a lot to me,” she sighed as she leaned over and gently kissed me. We sat there swinging, quietly chatting and relaxing in the sun for quite a while.

“I…I love it,” I said. “So, photos? You want to show me where that all happens?” I chuckled.

“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand. “This way.”

“We’re going to look at our photos. Come and join us when you’re ready? We’ll check out yours, too, Chloe!” she smiled.

I followed her upstairs, her swaying back and forth with every step. I expected her to turn her head and see if I was watching her, but she didn’t. She probably knew anyway.

We went into another tastefully designed room, her large computer, amongst other items carefully laid out. She sat in the comfortable looking leather chair and turned everything on. She had another chair for me, but I stood behind her, my hands lazily on her shoulders. She turned her head and softly kissed my hand as the screen came to life.

I looked at the magazines carefully strewn on the desk. I picked up one I recognised, Dark Beauty, a very niche photographic/ fashion magazine.

“This…is yours?” I asked.

“Yes,” she sheepishly said.

“I follow it, too. The photos are wonderful. Well, not all of them, “I laughed. “The more ethereal ones I love, though,” I enthused.

“Really? I…I wouldn’t have thought that was your genre, Tom. I love it, too, and get a few ideas from it. You…surprise me,” she said, smiling.

“So. Mine first?” she said as she slotted in the card. “Let’s see if anything good came out.”

The photos came up moments later. We scrolled through them, then went back and chose a few to work on. I gently massaged her neck as she pulled up a photo and talked me through her workflow. This woman knew what she was doing! She worked on a picture of the kids, tastefully cropping and then adjusting a few levels, close to what she was looking for. She added a little gaussian effect, totally transforming the photo. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “I love it, Emily,” I whispered.

“Thank you, Tom,” she smiled. “I love this effect on certain photos.”

She pulled up a few of the grasslands, her control of the camera apparent.

“You have a great eye. You’re good,” I encouraged her. “Have you ever used a Lensbaby? They give a more exaggerated, ethereal glow. You should check it out,’ I said.

“Thanks for the compliment, Tom. Coming from someone with your background, it means a lot. And no, I haven’t heard of that lens. I’ll have a look though, thanks,” she said.

We went through hers, marking the ones she may want to print later. There was one of Chrissie and me that she had shot when we weren’t looking. She did a quick B&W conversion, played with the levels, and adjusted the shadows, and it was perfect.

“Have you ever had an exhibition? You really should, Emily,” I gushed. “These are good!”

“I’ve thought about it, but no, I’ve never taken that step. C’mon, let’s see yours now!”

I handed her the card, and she slotted it in, standing up and offering the seat to me. She took the chair next to me, her hand easily going to my leg. I pulled up what I had shot, and waited for her constructive criticism. I played around with the saturation

and white balance and waited for her critique.

“Christ, Tom. These…are really good!” she said. “You’ve captured the kids so well!”

I pulled up several more until I came to one of her I had sneakily shot. I did a B&W conversion also. I liked it. I thought I had captured her just right. She looked stunning, pensive and wistful. I turned to her to see her expression.

“I…I love it, Tom. It’s as if you crawled into my mind! I’m…stunned. I have never seen a photo that really captured me before. Can I have a print of this one?” she asked.

“Thank you, Emily. I love it, too. I knew this would be gaziantep kaliteli escort bayan a good one, if not the best of the day. I’m glad you like it. Let me print and frame it for you, okay?” I asked. She leaned over, gently grabbed my head, and kissed me, her lips slipping between mine. She pulled her head back, pulled my forehead to hers like I had done the night before, and we stayed there for a week, or so it felt.

“Chrissie said you were good, but I had no idea. I think you can tell an awful lot about a person from a photograph and the person who took it. I’m…impressed,” she sighed.

We went through Chloe’s, easy to see which were hers. We laughed at her angles and focus points, but were mildly impressed, too. She was going to be a work in progress!

We collected ourselves and transferred our favourites to a card and were going to bring them downstairs for everyone to see. We turned everything off and rose from our chairs, looking at each other.

“Damn, Tom. I’ve learned a bit more about you today…and I like it. A lot!” she sighed. “I get, more and more, why Chrissie is so in love with you. You’re quite the guy, you know?”

“Hey, Emily. The hows and whys we’ve given up trying to understand. We are who we are, and we work together. We shouldn’t, but we do. And I can see a bit more of why she is in love with you. I’m getting to understand that. And, surprisingly, I don’t mind. I thought I would, but I really don’t. You’re special, Emily.” My hand came up to her face, gently cupping her cheek. I pulled her head to mine, and we kissed deeply. My fingers swept through her hair, gently grasping it and holding her firm against my lips.

“If you don’t behave,” she breathed deep, “Chrissie is going to be bringing another pair of my panties home!” she giggled.

“I think I’d rather have you in them, Emily,” I said, huskily.

“Oh God, Tom. Don’t talk like that!” she sighed loudly, but pulled me in and kissed me again.

We reluctantly broke away, and I slapped her ass again.

“Oooooh,” she moaned, almost silently. “Once more, Tom?” she asked, and I brought

my hand down on her, another low moan emanating from her delicious mouth.

“Chrissie is definitely going home with my panties now. Do you like the idea of that, Tom? Hmm? Think of me when you suck them. Will you?”

I turned her around and pushed her towards the door. We had to get out of here…now! We headed down the stairs, but she stopped halfway down and turned her head around. Her eyes and hand came to my covered, hard cock, and she silently swept her hand over the bulge, then turned and followed the stairs.

After catching our breath, we called everyone in and made G&T’s for the adults and juice for the kids. She had the obligatory plate of biscuits. We gathered around the large TV, and Emily plugged the card in. We all sat on the sofa, and the photos came up. The kids laughed and giggled when their faces came up. Chrissie was awestruck by both our photos, and she loved them, giving us her opinion as one after another scrolled up.

“Looks like we have two wonderful photographers in the house now!” she smiled. “Show him your portfolio, Em,” she said encouragingly.

Emily went and retrieved a beautiful, leather-bound book.

“Be kind,” she said, smiling as I began to turn the pages, Chloe glued to my arm as we looked at what she had done.

We had a discerning look through Emily’s album, all the photo’s printed on expensive archival art paper. Chloe liked most, and made a funny face at others. David sat on my other side, not entirely as engaged as his sister. I thought they were all well composed, artistically thought out and extremely good. She could have a brilliant career if

she believed she was as good as I thought she was. It was an incredible portfolio. She accepted our praise with a certain grace, which was touching.

Emily called the kids into the kitchen to prepare a ginger cake for dessert later. Chrissie and I walked in on them, each wearing a different apron, and we chuckled at them.

“She’s great with the kids, Tom. I love watching them all together,” she sighed, and kissed me. “Should we help or leave them to it?” she giggled.

“Let’s stay out of their way. I’ll definitely try it, though!” I said. “Let’s take a walk, okay?” I asked, and we snuck out the back door and walked hand in hand through her garden.

We sat on her favourite hanging chair and sighed. She asked how I was, and I gathered about the whole Emily and us that was developing.

“I’m beginning to see what you see in her, Chrissie. I knew she was smart and intuitive, but I saw so much more through her photos and just how she is with you and the kids. We still have a way to go, but I can see the potential, darling. Still, small steps,” I said.

She leaned her head on my shoulder and grasped my hand, pulling it to her chest.

“Small steps, darling. That’s the only way we’ll all know. Even then, as we both know, the reality is always different, but I think we’ll have a good idea as things go on. So, do you think she’ll want a garden in our new home in England?” she laughed.

“It would be a shame if she didn’t have one. I can see how much this means to her. We could put a little studio in the back for the kids to hang out in. Yeah, I can see it. I can just see everyone pottering around, digging and planting. It sounds idyllic, doesn’t it?” I replied.

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Robin’s Journey – The Conclusion

This is the last part (for now) of this series. Apologies for the delay in getting this posted…life, death, a move and retirement have consumed my time.

If you have not read the first two chapters, you may want to do so to better understand the setting for this chapter.

There was a quiet knock on the door. Robin cracked the door and peeked outside, as I heard muffled voices from across the room, turning to me, she said, “Close your eyes.”

I sat on the bed, closed my eyes and heard the door open and felt the presence of someone entering the room.

“What’s going on here, Robin?” I asked. “Shhh, everything is fine, you’ll see for yourself in just a minute”.

I heard soft footsteps on the carpet, and Robin announced, “You can open your eyes”.

As I opened my eyes, Lauren, the best man’s wife, was standing in front of me wearing the hotel bathrobe.

“Alex is playing golf with the rest of the gang this morning, and I thought Lauren would enjoy some attention”, Robin said.

“Are you out of your mind? I asked, as I arose from the bed. “Does she know?”

“Mmhmm” was Robin’s response.

“How can you be so irresponsible? You know the trouble this can cause if our secret gets out; nobody will come out of this unscathed! I screamed.

Lauren had taken two steps back during my rant, Robin moved in front of me, and put her hands on my shoulders to comfort me. “Everything will be fine,” she said. “One evening after a few glasses of wine, Lauren and I were playing in bed…”

“Now, wait, you and Lauren play?” I asked.

“Yes, we have enjoyed each other for some time. The boys islahiye escort don’t know about it, and we are keeping it that way. And, Lauren has just as much to lose, so please relax and enjoy this. I want two people I love to enjoy this moment with me.”

With that, Robin turned and extended her hand to Lauren, who grasped her hand and stepped forward, standing beside Robin in front of me.

“Alex gave Lauren a present this morning, and she is interested in the same treatment you give me,” Robin said.

Looking Lauren in the eye, I said, “Are you sure about this?”

“Oh yeah,” Lauren said. “Ever since Robin told me about the fun between the two of you, we have been trying to figure out how to make this happen. We began planning this very moment, months ago. Having you help with the wedding preparations and decorations was the icing on the cake, to make sure you were here so we could pull this off.”

“If this is too much, I get it,” Robin said. “Otherwise, you should enjoy Lauren before all of Alex’s cum runs down her legs and ends up on the carpet.”

My mind was racing on so many levels. I knew this was not a great idea; however, the smell of sex in the room, combined with a gorgeous young woman standing in front of me, offering me her cum-filled pussy to devour, was too much to take.

I grabbed Lauren’s hand and guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees, I placed my hands on her legs, just above her knees, and her legs instinctively spread open. Her pussy was gorgeous; shaved lips with a small landing strip of red hair, guiding me to the prize she had waiting for me.

I islahiye escort bayan pushed the robe out of the way, as she leaned back on her elbows, exposing her stomach and breasts.

I suppose she thought I was going to dive right in to eat her; instead, I lifted one of her legs and brought her foot to my mouth. Her toes were a perfectly-polished dark blue, which complemented her creamy-white, lightly-freckled skin.

As my tongue ran along the bottom of her foot, from her heel to her big toe, I saw her head fall back, and heard a low moan escape her lips. I began to lick, suck and worship her foot, while running my hands up and down her legs. As I kissed my way around her foot and toes, I began to trace my tongue up her calf, past her knee and up her thigh, teasingly avoiding the sweet prize between her legs.

I massaged her thighs, as I slowly and teasingly moved my mouth closer to her cum-filled pussy. She began to gyrate her hips, pushing them forward, closer to my mouth. When neither of us could not wait any longer, in one swift motion, I glued my mouth over her entire pussy, and began sucking…she sat up, grabbed my head and held me tight to her needy pussy, and immediately began pushing a sweet load of cum into my mouth. I continued my relentless sucking and probed my tongue into the depths of her pussy to get every drop of nectar.

When she was sufficiently clean, I stood up, pulled her to her feet and kissed her so she could taste her husband’s cum, mixed with her juices on my lips. Our tongues danced and she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth, a sign of what she wanted and needed.

Pushing escort islahiye her to her knees, I said,”My turn.”

She looked at Robin, who looked at me. I nodded my approval, and she knowingly took her place next to Lauren.

Lauren wasted no time in sliding her tongue up and down my shaft. From the prior activities, I was sufficiently aroused, and her mouth on me brought forth a long string of pre-cum, that she greedily lapped up. Seeing that, Robin quickly replaced Lauren’s mouth with hers, I watched in awe, as my niece and her friend, coated my cock with their saliva.

When I could take it no more, I grabbed Robin, pulled her to her feet, turned her around and pushed her head to the bed. Standing behind her, I pushed her legs apart, pulled her hips back to mine and slid balls deep inside her. Turning to Lauren, I said.” Get on your knees in front of her.”

Lauren’s mouth found Robin’s clit, Robin began to shudder from having her clit and pussy pleasured simultaneously. I knew it wasn’t going to be long until I came, so I pumped harder and when I knew I was close, I pulled out of Robin’s pussy, and put my cock in Lauren’s face. She knowingly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The first rope of cum landed on her face. She grabbed my cock and pulled it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, as her hand stroked me to get every drop of cum into her mouth.

When I was drained, she stood up, pulled Robin into her, and kissed to share my cum.

As my mind cleared and I came to my senses, I looked at my watch in horror. I needed to get going, to not throw up any red flags; I threw on my clothes and headed for the stairs and back to my hotel room to get a shower.

The wedding went off smoothly, and it was a thrill to dance with both Robin and Lauren, knowing what took place the day before. Nobody was the wiser, but we had satisfied smiles on our faces.

The adventures continued after Robin married…I will save that for another story.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Act 1 — post coitus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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About a month ago and family moved in next door. The family consisted of the mom and dad and three daughters. The daughter’s ages were 14, 17 and 20. The younger girls are in high school and very active in school sports and clubs, so the parents are constantly on the go. The older daughter, Ashley, was in a car accident when she was younger and wound up having some head trauma. She hasn’t been quite right since. Her parent will probably have to take care of her for the rest of her life. If you talk to Ashley, everyone calls her Ash, you instantly discover how sweet and kind and polite she is, but you will also see something just isn’t quite right. Although, what the problem is, no one seems to really know.

As I got to know the family, her parents and I found we had a lot in common and we became very good friends. On occasions the parents would ask me if Ash could stay with me while they go to a school event. Of course I was happy to do so and Ash and I instantly became very close. She really was smart, but her brain trauma caused her to just not be able to connect the dots sometimes. Some people would consider her simply clueless or mentally challenged, but she really isn’t. Ash is an amazing young woman and actually very attractive. She is about 5′ 8″, well proportioned, just a little bit of extra padding on her body, but she has a set of DDD tits on her that are simply amazing.

Unfortunately, her tits have gotten her into trouble and about a year ago she got pregnant, not sure by who, but she had the baby and the parents persuaded her to put they baby up for adoption. Immediately after that, they put her on the pill to make sure that never happened again. They honestly don’t know who got her pregnant and I believe them, but I can tell they believe it to be a family member, uncle, cousin, etc. They are good people and truly and deeply love their daughter. After getting to know Ash better, my guess too is that it was probably another family member/relative who completely took advantage of her. I felt very sorry for her.

Ash always dressed very nice and it was a joy to establish a deep friendship with her. We would play games, watch movies, swim in my pool and do all sorts of stuff together when she’d come over and stay for a while. Though that all changed one evening when something happened that threw me into a tailspin that I never ever thought would happen to me. No matter what you think, in no way shape or form did I mean or expect it to happen, but it did. For whatever reason, her parents allow her to wear clothes that accentuate her body and especially her hug tits. From looking at her, I’m positive she wears underwire pushup bras that don’t have any padding. This of coarse make her tits stick up and out even more and often time show her big nipples when they are hard. I’ve always been able to ignore that, until the night it happened. Ash and I were sitting on my couch, watching a movie, eating popcorn and drinking soda, when all of a sudden I saw a big wet spot on the front of her dress.

“Oh Ash! Let me get a towel, you spilled soda on your dress.”

“Oh, that’s ok Mike! It’s just my milk.”

“YOUR WHAT?”

I honestly didn’t mean to yell, but I was not even remotely prepared for that comment.

“Yeah! My nipples leak milk all the time if I don’t drain them on a regular basis.”

“What do you mean drain them, Ash?”

“Well sometimes, when no one’s around, I’ll take my bra off and suck on my nipples until I suck all the milk out. They both get really full. It really feels great and makes me very very wet between my legs. I love doing it and sometimes I squeeze my nipples into a glass, until all the milk is out and then drink the glass of milk. My milk really does taste amazing. It’s actually my favorite drink. Sometimes, if I’m in a store, I’ll go into the dressing room or bathroom just so I can milk myself.”

I was completely and utterly speechless. Actually, I was in complete shock at what Ash was telling me.

“There have been people around me all day today, so I haven’t had the chance to milk myself, so now it’s leaking out because my tits are so full of milk. If I don’t milk them on a regular basis, they begin to hurt because they’re so full of milk.”

“We have to do something Ash. I can’t send you home with the front of your dress covered in milk.”

“I know! I need to be milked, Mike.”

“And who’s going to do that Ash? I’ve got to wash your dress and bra so you don’t go home covered in milk or your parents will freak out.”

“They will and have before. Hey! I know! Let me take off my dress and bra and you can wash them while we milk my tits. OH! But we’ll need to wash my panties too because they are very wet right now.”

“ASH!!! That’s crazy! I’m 55, you’re 20. I could be your father! What if your parents come home and come over to get you? And find you naked? With me sucking your tits?”

“Calm down Mike! They won’t. They’re gone for several more hours. Here, take my clothes and wash them.”

Ash actually travesti gaziantep stood up and stripped naked right in front of me, sending me into utter shock and my cock into utter hardness. My cock as so fucking hard, it was in literal pain, I mean it hurt, really bad. When she pulled her bra off, her magnificent melons fell free and milk started dripping from both of them onto my floor. Her areoles were the size of a small saucer and her rock hard nippers were the size of huge pencil eraser and stuck out almost half an inch. As she slid her panties down, she revealed a gorgeous shave pussy with amazing plump white, very wet, pussy lips. I sincerely wanted to rape her to death right then and there.

“OK!! Mike you suck one nipple until all the milk is out and I’ll suck the other one. Come on!”

“I can’t do that Ash! That would be a million miles beyond inappropriate!”

“Mike! You are my very best friend, the person I care about and trust the most above all other people. I want to feel you sucking on my nipple and milking me. Are you really not going to help me?”

“Ash!”

“Good! I’ll even get up on the counter to make it easier for you to milk me. You can suck my nipples kind of hard. If you do, you’ll get a whole mouthful of milk and see just how good my milk tastes. Come on!”

Ash jumped up on the counter, her tits began bouncing and dripping milk everywhere. She literally grabbed her right tit and handed it to me.

“Here Mike! You milk my right tit, I’ll milk my left tit. Remember to suck kind of hard.”

Thus was so far beyond strange. It was like I was in the Twilight Zone, but my cock hurt so fucking bad because it was harder than it had ever been in my life. I thought it was going to explode. Being very hesitant, I gently put her nipple in my mouth and began sucking it softly.


“Come on Mike! Suck on it. Get a mouthful of my milk. You’ll want to start milking me all the time and I’ll gladly let you.”

I sucked harder and her milk instantly filled my mouth. As I swallowed it, I discovered a taste I had never experienced before. It was beyond amazing. Like a starved man, I grabbed her tit, stuck her huge nipple deep in my mouth and sucked her amazing milk out of her tit. Ash had her left tit in her hand and was sucking on it hard. Then she took her right hand and grabbed the back of my head and smashed my face into her tit.

“Suck it all out Mike. You suck my tit so good. My pussy is dripping wet. It’s dripping pussy juice all over your counter.”

Ash had spread her legs to show me and sure enough, there was a puddle of pussy juice on the counter. Without even thinking about it, I unconsciously placed my hand on her inner thigh and massaged it.

“OH YEAH, MIKE!! That feels so good. Keeping doing it! I’m so fucking horny. Keep sucking my nipple hard.”

At that point I had lost all inhibition, appropriateness and all control. Grabbing her dripping pussy, my middle finger instantly slid between her slippery pussy lips and Ash leg go of her tit and squealed loudly.

“OH FUCK, MIKE! You hit my clit! Fucking shit! You’re going to make me cum all over your counter. I can’t hold it!”

“Maybe I should clean you up so that doesn’t happen.”

“How are you going to do that?”

Removing my hand and finger, I pulled her forward, laid her back on the counter and spread her legs wide open. Her pussy lips were covered with a thick layer of her pussy juice. Pulling them open, I revealed the most beautiful pink pussy meat I had ever seen. Her pussy was full of pussy juice, so I buried my face in her bald pink cunt and began eating her pussy like a madman. Ash gasped and screamed as I ate, licked, slurped and devoured her sloppy pussy.

“OH FUCK MIKE! EAT ME! MAKE MY PUSSY EXPLODE ALL OVER YOUR FACE! EAT ME GOOD! OH MY GOD!”

Ash was screaming the whole time and then all of a sudden, without any notice, her body went completely stiff and her pussy exploded in my face and mouth. She screamed at the top of her lungs and grabbed my head, smashing my face into your sloppiness. I just kept eating her pussy and drinking her juices until she exploded all over my face a second time.

“HOLY FUCK! I’M SO FUCKING DIZZY! HOLY SHIT, MIKE! I’ve never cum that hard before. That was so fucking good. You gotta fuck me Mike! You have to.”

“ASH! That is definitely going too far.”

“I’m on the pill, so I can’t get pregnant. Please Mike! Fuck my juicy pussy deep!”

“You know we’re going to get in so much fucking trouble Ash!”

“No, we won’t! You are my lover and my body belongs to you now!”

Stripping as fast as I could, I turned Ash long ways on the counter and then I climbed up and mounted her. Her pussy was so fucking tight, but because it was so wet, my cock easily disappeared inside her.

“OH FUCK YOUR HUGE! You’re stretching my pussy so wide! My pussy is full of your cock. Holy shit you’re deep!!! Oh my god! Now fuck me good Mike!”

“Your gaziantep travesti pussy feels fucking amazing wrapped around my huge cock Ash. You pussy’s going to make me cum really hard. Are you sure you can’t get pregnant?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Now dump your entire load deep inside me. I want every drop of your cum deep inside me.”

As soon as I mounted Ash, she grabbed my head and started kissing me very deep and hard. Her tongue was down my throat, so I did the very same thing to her. We kissed, licked, touched, sucked and fucked with no desire to ever stop. After a while she asked to be on top, so I flipped over and she sat on my cock. It was amazing watching my huge cock disappear between her gorgeous shaved pussy lips. Once she slid down my cock shaft, she would clamp her pussy muscles down tight on my cock and then slowly slide up. Ash was literally milking my cock and as she did this, she milked her tits as well and sprayed milk all over both of us.

“Fuck Ash! You’re going to make me explode deep inside you.”

“GOOD! I want to go to bed tonight with you inside me. Your cum will drip out of me all night long.”

Ash continued to slowly milk my cock and spray milk all over us. After about twenty minutes of this I couldn’t hold back any more. My balls were boiling and as she slid down my shaft. I grabbed her hips, held her there and exploded right in her cervix.

“OOOOOHHHHHHH FFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK, AAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHH!”

“HOLY SHIT FUCK, MIKE! I feel your hot cum filling up my pussy. I’m completely full of your cum and it feels so fucking good.”

“Are you sure you can get pregnant, because I just dumped a gallon of cum all over your ovaries.”

“Nope, but if I ever do decide to get pregnant again, it’s your baby I want inside me. You are the only person I’ll let get me pregnant.”

“We got a couple more hours. Let’s go to my bedroom.”

Ash and I fucked all over my bed for that two hours. No matter how hard, how deep, how fast I fucked her, she wanted more. I came inside her a total of five times and she had six mind blowing orgasms. When we were done, she got dressed, but gave me her panties.

“You keep these and I’ll come back and get them later. I really do love you Mike. And I don’t give a fuck how old you are. You fuck me so good and you can have me whenever you want.”

“I love you too Ash! You are the absolute best fuck I’ve ever had and I want you so fucking bad.”

“Did my parents tell you about the trip coming up?”

“Just briefly.”

“My sister has a three day competition this weekend, so they’ll be out of town for four days. I’ve already told them I want to stay with you. Little do they know I’ll be spending most of that time naked with you buried deep inside me.”

“Are they ok with that?”

“Not with you constantly fucking me and cumming inside me, but they’re ok with me staying her.”

“Smart ass! You know what I meant.”

“I know! I need to head home and take a shower. You’re running down my legs.”

Ash kissed me deep and hard and left, leaving me there with her panties in my hand and a raging hard-on, wondering what in the hell I had just done. Believe it, don’t believe it, but I had absolutely no intention of fucking her…ever! She is an amazing young woman and I truly do love her, but I’m too old to be the person she wants to plan her life with. But then again, it’s possible no guy would ever want her with the issues she has and that would be sad, because they would be missing out big time.

A couple of evenings later she came over for a few hours, while her parents and sisters went to another school function. We spent the whole time in my bed fucking, kissing, sucking and milking. At one point I sat on the bed, leaned up against the head board and Ash rode my super hard cock while I milked both of her tits. The harder I sucked her huge nipples that harder she fucked my huge cock. After about three hours of that, we were both exhausted and she collapsed on top of me and we just laid that way, kissing and making out until she had to go. A few days later, she came over around 8:00 pm as the rest of her family took off for their trip. About an hour later we went back over to her house and as soon as we stepped in her house and closed the door, Ash stripped naked and then stripped me.

“Where are you going to fuck me first? I’m thinking we should fuck in both of my sisters beds and then my parents bed. When they get back, they can all sleep in their beds covered in my pussy juice and your cum.”

“Sounds amazing! Let’s go!”

For the next three hours we fuck all over each bed and we made sure the sheets on each bed were soaked in pussy juice, cum and milk. We knew it would all be dry when they got back. By the time we were done, we were both exhausted and went and climbed into her bed. Once I got under the covers, I laid on my side and brought my knees up a bit and Ash just crawled in my nook, right up against gaziantep travestileri me. It only took about a minute for my cock to find her pussy hole and bury itself deep inside her. We slept that way the entire night.

Around 8:00 am I woke up and Ash as still asleep, but my cock was completely throbbing deep inside her. Very slowly I began sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, gradually picking up speed till I had a medium fuck pace. Not wanting to wake her, I didn’t bury my cock all the way inside her, but went most of the way. As I laid there and fucked Ash, her pussy continue to get wetter and wetter, making it very easy for me to bury my cock all the way in her cunt. It felt so fucking amazing that I got lost in the feeling and wasn’t paying attention, when I felt my cock slide into her cervix. When it did, I heard Ash moan in her sleep.

The next thing I feel is her pussy muscles clamping down hard on my cock and begin to milk my cock. That was it and five minutes later my fuck pole erupted into her cervix and I just lay there exhausted. It was then that she told me she wants to wake up every morning with a Good Morning fuck. She loves the feeling of my cock feeding her pussy a big warm creamy breakfast. Ash rolled over, put a nipple in my mouth and told me, “here’s your breakfast”. It took me about thirty minutes to suck both of her tits dry, but I was completely satisfied. There’s nothing like a belly full of breastmilk. It’s the breakfast of champions.

We jumped in her parent’s shower, where we fucked again and then I washed her really good, inside and out, and then we walked over to my house, where I made us breakfast. We spent most of the morning in or by the pool, naked of course and in each others arms. Ash and I truly loved being naked together and all over each other. It just seemed natural to both of us. We fucked in the pool and on the loungers by the pool. At one point I laid the lounger flat and laid down, Ash immediately mounted me. I threw a big towel over us and we took about an hour nap that way. She woke up, sat up and went for a ride on my cock that conclude with both of us having very intense and massive orgasms. The rest of the day was spent just being with and taking care of each other.

The second night we spent in her parents bed, which we wound up leaving in the middle of the night and went to her bed because her parents sheets were so soaked in pussy juice, cum and milk. At one point Ash was sitting on my face, fucking it with all of her might, when I slid the tip of my index finger into her ass and bit her clit gently. She let out a blood curdling scream and then immediately exploded all over my face. At first I thought she was peeing on me, but when I tasted it, it was pure pussy juice. There was so much of it that it was impossible for me to drink it all, so it went all over the bed. My cock was so fucking hard that I flipped her over, mounted her and did my very best to fuck her unconscious. Unfortunately, I was unable to accomplish my mission, but her pussy turned into a fire hose, spraying pussy juice all over the place.

The third night we slept, ok so we fucked, in both of her sister’s beds. Like her parents bed, they were both soaked in pussy juice and cum when we were done, so we wound up going to her bed again. During the day we just enjoyed each others company and fucked 3-5 times during the day. I’m not sure if it was because we were sucking her milk jugs dry several times a day, but it seemed like they began producing even more milk and thus her tits seemed to have gotten a little bigger. OH! Don’t worry, neither of us complained about that for a second. If anything, it just made us milk her even more often. It seemed like we both had a nipple in our mouth most of the day. Fuck I love Ash!!!

The last night was spent in my bed and knowing it was our last night together, we basically attacked each other all night long. If you saw us, you’d probably say we constantly raped each other because it was so intense and aggressive. The next morning Ash’s nipples were swollen to twice their normal size, because of all the sucking and pulling and pinching and biting and twisting they endured the night before. Her pussy lips were also swollen from all the ramming, hammering, slapping, fingering, sucking and eating from the night before. We were both so exhausted that we slept till noon. Because her family return around 4:00 pm, we didn’t get to spent as much time together as we wanted to that day, but we knew there were plenty of times for us to be together in the future.

Ironically, Ash gave me a baby girl nine months from that four day fuck fest. Clearly the pill isn’t 100% reliable, but when you dump a thousand truck loads of cum all over a girls ovaries, some of those baby making seamen are going to get through. Neither of us were upset. Clearly her parents were very upset, but after I ripped her mother’s clothes off and fucked her nonstop for over three hours one day, she immediately stopped complaining and actually allowed Ash to come live with me. We now have three gorgeous girls and Ash and I are still madly in love. She is still producing gallons of milk and I’ve developed a breastmilk belly. Guess I should start working out, because I’m never going to stop drinking her milk. Maybe I’ll just balance it out with a glass of pussy juice every once in a while. LOL!!!!

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Finally, school was out and college beckoned me, but before that I had six weeks of doing nothing to look forward to…or so I thought.

I walked into the house and dumped my backpack inside the door. I was in a really good mood until I spotted my Mum sitting in the chair. She didn’t look pleased.

“What’s up Mum?”

Mum looked at me. “Your father is in his study and he wants to see you. Oh and a word of advice Jason, watch what you say as he is in a foul mood.”

“What’s it all about Mum?”

“Go see your father he will explain, and just so you know, it’s nothing to do with me!”

I walked into Dad’s study wondering what the hell this was all about. Without looking up at me my Dad said, “Close the door and sit down!”

“I have received a letter from the college saying you have refused the place I set up for you. Would you mind telling me why?” he asked me.

“I told you not to bother Dad. I don’t want to be an accountant. I said ages ago when you mentioned it not to bother. I have signed up at the local college on a.”

“The local college, what the hell can they teach you about accountancy for god sake? I pulled a lot of strings to get you in there and you have the audacity to turn the place down. What the hell were you thinking of Jason?”

“Dad for the last time, I have no desire to be an accountant. That’s what you want for me, but it’s not what I want. How many more times have I got to say it?”

“Don’t you take that tone with me young man. You will get out of here and make as many phone calls as needed to get out of whatever course you signed up for and then accept the place I reserved for you!”

“The hell I will, sorry but this whole thing stinks and I am NOT going to be an accountant!” I replied.

“YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!” Dad yelled at me.

“THE HELL I WILL! YOU WANT THIS, NOT ME!” I yelled back as I stormed out of his study.

“GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW JASON!”

“FUCK YOU!” I yelled back as I stormed out of the house.

Mum ran out after me. “Jason please come inside and talk,” she begged.

“Sorry Mum but no way, this is all about what he wants and no thought for what I want. If I could afford it, I would move out right now just to get away from him and his accountancy crap!”

“Jason please, for me come back inside and talk it through?”

“Maybe later Mum, right now I need some fresh air and to be away from Dad and his demanding ways!”

I watched my Mum walk back into the house and I often wondered what she saw in my Dad. My Mum was beautiful and all my mates said so as well. At forty-two, she still had a great figure with a slim waist and nice hips, a 36d bust and jet black hair. She stood about 5′ 6″ and probably weighed about 120 lbs. Dad on the other hand was forty-eight and looked ten years older. His hair was mostly grey and thinning. He was overweight and putting it bluntly, not much to look at.

I headed to the local park to see if any of my friends were hanging out there. Finding nobody there that I knew, I sat on a grass bank and thought about how to get out of going to the college Dad wanted for me.

It was late afternoon when I finally returned home. I had decided to just say I wasn’t going to his chosen college and that was that. If he pushed it, I was prepared to move out as soon as I found somewhere to stay. My parents were both in the lounge as I entered the house. Dad pointed to a chair and demanded I sit down.

“Now you listen to me and don’t dare interrupt me, do you hear me?” I shrugged my shoulders in reply.

“After your outburst this morning I have made a decision. You are going to spend the summer with your aunt and uncle in Devon. This is not open for discussion and we will leave here tomorrow!”

“But James, you can’t send him there!” Mum protested.

“I can and I will Brenda. I called them earlier and arranged it all. We leave tomorrow and that’s final!” Dad exclaimed.

“Okay fine by me, but don’t expect me to change my mind about college. If that is what this is all about, you are wasting your time Dad!” I snapped back at him.

“We’ll see Jason. I reckon a few weeks with your aunt and uncle will change your mind.”

“James please, don’t send him there!” Mum begged Dad to change his mind.

“If we are done, then I am going to my room,” I said as I walked out of the lounge.

“James, what the hell are you playing at? You can’t stand Sandra and Colin so why send Jason there?” I heard Mum say as I walked upstairs.

“Because some time with your sister and her husband will change his mind, of that I am sure,” I heard Dad reply tersely.

“I’m going to start dinner. We will talk about this later!” I heard Mum say.

I was getting curious about my aunt and uncle. We didn’t see them very often and if they ever visited it was when Dad was out. Matter of fact, the last time I recall seeing them was at my grandmother’s funeral a few years ago. I know Mum had been down there to güneyşehir escort see them for a few days and I got left at home with Dad. He never went with her or mentioned them, so I wondered what the hell he was playing at arranging for me to go and stay with them.

Dinner was a quiet affair with hardly a word spoken, particularly between me and my Dad. I could see Mum was upset about something and I resolved to ask her later when Dad was out of the way.

As per usual after dinner Dad went to his study; usually he left the door open but tonight we heard it slam shut. I offered to help Mum tidy up and do the dishes. As we washed up I broke the ice and asked her, “Mum what has Dad got against aunt Sandra, and why are you not keen on me going there?”

“Jason, it’s a bit involved and I am not sure you are ready to hear it all,” Mum replied.

“Mum I am eighteen years old and Dad is sending me to stay with them for almost six weeks. I think I have a right to know!”

“Okay let’s get the dishes done and we can talk,” Mum assured me.

I sat at the table as Mum checked that Dad’s study door was still closed.

“Jason, what I am about to say goes no further than us two, do you understand?”

I nodded and told Mum it was between us two.

“When I first met your Dad and we started dating, for some reason he took a dislike to Sandra and I will be honest and say now I have no idea why. We hadn’t been together long and one night after a drunken party we ended up in bed together, the result of which I later found out I was pregnant with you. At first your father wanted me to have an abortion but I refused, then after some pressure from your grandfather he asked me to marry him. I want to say that at no time did I ever regret getting pregnant or giving birth. You are the best thing to come out of this marriage. I’m sure that’s why your Dad is so hard on you because he sees you as the reason he had to get married and things haven’t been right between us for years now, do you understand so far?”

I nodded and just looked at Mum as if to say carry on talking.

“As you know Sandra is two years older than me and at the time I married your Dad she was single and living a bit of a wild life. That is why your Dad is not keen on her or at least that’s my understanding anyway. The reason I am not keen on you going there is the lifestyle they have. When I visited last, they told me they were nudists but would keep their clothes on for the few days I was with them. That is another reason for your father not liking them!”

“Nudists! For god sake Mum, I am not going to spend the next six weeks walking about naked. If that’s the deal, I am not going and that’s final!” I snapped at her.

“Jason, please hear me out! I don’t think they will expect you to swan about naked any more than they expect others to do it. Now if you go and you are not happy, then I will talk to your father and get you back home. Please go for my sake as I need a chance to talk to your father without anyone else being here.” Mum sounded desperate so I agreed I would go for her sake.

“Okay Mum, but if I am not happy there I will call you and I expect either you or Dad to come and get me within two days of my call. If not, I will leave and make my own way back here.”

“If you do that it will set your father off again so please don’t leave.”

“If you don’t come and get me when I call, I will make my way back here and then pack up all my stuff and move out. Those are my terms and it is not up for discussion as Dad would say. Talking of which, I had better tell him or he will go mad if I drop that bombshell tomorrow!” I said to Mum as I left the kitchen headed for Dad’s study.

I knocked on the door of Dad’s study and waited for him to reply.

“Dad I have been talking with Mum and we have agreed that if I am not happy at Sandra’s I will call and let you both know,” I explained.

“Too bad if you are happy or not, you are staying and that’s it!” Dad replied.

“Okay have it your way. The other condition that I agreed with Mum is if I call and ask to come back, I expect to be collected within two days or I will make my own way back here!”

“Oh you will, will you. We shall see, now I have work to do so please leave and close the door.”

“I’m not joking Dad. If I have to make my own way back here, I will. I’ll pack up my stuff and move out at the first chance I get. I am not a kid anymore and I don’t appreciate being treated like one!” With that I closed the door before he could reply.

Next morning my bags were in the car and I said goodbye to Mum.

“Please stay there Jason, even for only a week. Give me a chance to talk to your father before you do anything,” Mum pleaded with me.

“Okay Mum, a week and if I am not happy then you come and get me.”

“I promise Jason I will drive down myself, now don’t keep your Dad waiting.” Mum kissed my cheek and stepped back from the hug.

I knew the drive down would güneyşehir escort bayan take some time and as I wasn’t in the mood to chat so I closed my eyes and slept for most of the journey. Eventually we reached my aunt’s house. It was a massive old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. My first thoughts were sod this. I don’t know about a week as I couldn’t see myself lasting a day. My aunt came out to greet us and hugged me.

“Come inside. I have the kettle on. Would you like a cup of tea James?” she asked my Dad.

“No thank you Sandra, I have to get back as I have work to do. Now the money is in the account as we agreed and I will pick Jason up a few days before he is due to start at college. I’ll be off then, see you in a few weeks Jason.”

I never answered. I just picked up my bag and walked into the house, my aunt followed close behind.

“Here we are, let’s have some tea and then I will show you to your room. Your uncle will be back later and your cousin is away for the rest of the week,” my aunt explained.

I had forgotten all about my cousin Nina. I couldn’t even remember the last time I saw her but I knew we were close in age.

“Before you get settled in Jason, I want to say a few things.” I nodded in reply. “Firstly, I don’t agree with your father about the college business. I think you should be able to do as you wish. Secondly, we have a pretty relaxed lifestyle here. So long as you don’t cause any trouble, then we will not be on your case all the time. I think that’s fair don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, it seems fair to me,” I replied.

My aunt got up and offered to make me a sandwich. As she did the sun shone on her and her dress became see-through. I hadn’t thought about her before, but I noticed she was very much like Mum. I could see the shape of her legs and surmised that her dress did her no favours where her figure was concerned.

“I spoke to your Mum earlier and she asked me to tell you she loves you and will see you soon. I don’t know why, but I got the feeling she wasn’t entirely happy,” Sandra said, looking at me for an answer.

“I don’t know everything, but she asked me to at least stay here for a few days as she wants to talk to Dad without me being there,” I replied, not giving any details.

“Maybe she is going to tell the old fart to pack his bags!” Sandra laughed and I cracked a smile.

“You know I have no time for your father and I was only being polite when I offered him tea earlier. I was praying he would say no just to get rid of him!”

“Aunt Sandra, do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Of course not, but please drop the aunt bit. It makes me feel old. Sandra is good enough,” she replied.

“I was just wondering why my Dad doesn’t seem to like you very much. I mean I have hardly seen you and I know when Mum comes down here she is on her own. What happened between you two?”

“I knew this subject might come up and I will tell you, just not right now. If you give me some time, I will explain everything to you, I promise.” Sandra put her hand on mine and looked for some kind of reply.

“Okay seems fair to me. I have waited years, another few days won’t hurt,” I laughed and she smiled at me.

Once I had finished my sandwich my aunt showed me to my room. The bathroom next door was for my use as her and Nina’s bedroom both had en-suite bathrooms. My room was well decorated and had a double bed, wardrobe dresser along with an antique table cum desk. Aunt Sandra explained that her bedroom was at the other end of the landing.

“Mostly because I get a bit noisy some nights, if you get my drift,” she smiled.

I blushed and started to unpack my bags.

“Join me downstairs when you are finished Jason. I’ll be out in the garden.”

I stood in the kitchen door looking at my aunt sunbathing. It was then I realised how much like my Mum she was. Her tits were bigger, but apart from that everything else was the same as Mum. Sandra moved and I approached her to avoid getting caught staring at her.

“Come and sit here with me Jason.” She patted the grass next to her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah all good, my stuff is all unpacked. It’s nice, I like it here,” I said as I checked out my aunt.

“Is that because I am laying out here and you are checking me out or do you really like it here?”

“I wasn’t checking you out honestly! But yeah I do like it here. It’s a lot quieter than where I live.”

“I don’t mind you looking Jason, in fact I am flattered that a young man would bother looking at me!”

I blushed and was trying to find a suitable reply when we heard a car pull up out the front.

“That will be Colin back from work,” Aunt Sandra stated.

“I thought he worked from home, at least that’s what Dad told me.”

“He does, he has just been out delivering something. His workshop is over there behind those trees. I will get him to show you later. It’s no good me showing you it as I have no idea what escort güneyşehir half the stuff in there is for!”

As my aunt stood up to hug Uncle Colin I watched her tits bounce. She hugged him and asked if everything went well.

“Very well!” he answered. “I even got another order from them,” he explained.

Colin let my aunt go and leaned over to shake my hand. “Good to see you Jason. It’s been a long time!”

“Yeah sorry about that. Dad had a thing about me coming here although he never said anything when Mum visited.”

“No problem Jason. Your Dad is just old-fashioned, that’s all. Your Mum always has fun when she comes down here!” He smiled and I noticed him wink at my aunt.

I made the excuse of needing the toilet and headed back inside. I noticed Colin kiss Sandra and grab her arse at the same time. “Lucky fucker” I thought to myself.

Sandra started to cook dinner and Colin offered to show me his workshop. Inside there was every kind of woodworking tool you can think of.

“Wow! This is brilliant. It’s even better than what the college has!” I exclaimed.

“Well if you want to, you can help me out while you are staying here. That’s if you are interested Jason?”

“I would love to. This is what I want to do anyway. Dad wants me to be an accountant, but I can’t stand that sort of thing!”

“Take it easy over the next day or so and on Monday you can start working with me. Nina will be back tomorrow and she can show you around. I make it a rule never to work on the weekend unless it is really important. Family time is important to me and Sandra.”

“Yeah that’s half the problem with Dad. He is always working and I think it gets to Mum although she never says anything,” I replied.

Just as I was about to ask what I would be doing for work, Aunt Sandra called out that dinner was ready.

Over dinner Colin explained that they had to go out tonight and as it was strictly members only. He was sorry, but I couldn’t go along. I didn’t mind as I was tired anyway and was happy to veg out in front of the TV. I offered to do the dishes so they could get ready to go out and my aunt accepted and said it was a nice gesture.

Just before they left Colin said the DVD’s were all in the bottom of the cupboard. “The good ones are at the back,” he winked and they headed off out. Unable to find anything to watch, I looked through his DVD collection, particularly the ones at the back. Most were just plain discs but a few had stuff written on like initials and dates. I found one titled BH Weekend 2014 and decided to watch it. I saw Mum in the garden and then I remembered she came down here for that weekend after a row with Dad. I assumed it was Colin with the camera as he filmed my Mum and aunt chatting in the garden and just generally relaxing. I was about to switch off when the picture changed to a bedroom; I recognised it as the room I was staying in.

The movie started at the feet of two women and slowly moved up their legs. As it went higher, I could see them playing with the other’s pussy. The camera went higher still and two pairs of tits filled the screen, then it went higher and I saw my Mum and aunt kissing before they stopped and smiled for the camera. Fuck, now I was intrigued and slowly advanced the film until it got to them in a sixty-nine position on the bed. Sandra was eating my Mum out and from the noises she was making, she seemed to be enjoying it as well! No wonder Dad never let me come here with Mum I thought.

“Oh fuck Sandra, you always lick me so good!” I heard Mum say as she wriggled about on the bed.

“I know what my baby sister likes!” Sandra replied before diving back to eat Mum’s cunt.

The camera switched between filming my aunt eating my Mum and Mum eating my aunt. All of a sudden there were dildoes being used and both women were panting and screaming as they orgasmed. I paused the film and suddenly realised I was watching my Mum and her sister in a homemade porno film. I knew my Mum was sexy but fuck, I never imagined this in a million years. I started the movie again and watched as they pleasured each other to yet another orgasm. My cock was straining inside my shorts as I considered going to the bathroom and having a wank.

My aunt got up leaving Mum on the bed and then after a short pause Colin joined my Mum on the bed. Sandra was obviously filming them. As my Mum pulled down Colin’s trousers his cock sprung free “Fuck me that’s huge!” I thought to myself, kind of shocked at what I was seeing. Then it got really steamy as Mum started sucking his cock. It got harder and she managed to deep throat it all the way in. I looked on as she swallowed him and then slowly slid her mouth off again.

“Come and fuck me Colin!” she gasped.

Mum got on her hands and knees and Colin lined his cock up at her pussy before slowly pushing it inside Mum. She moaned as he went further into her.

Mum looked over her shoulder at Colin, “Fuck me please, fuck me hard!”

Colin started to pound into my Mum as she screamed for him to go faster and harder. I watched as Mum thrust her arse back at Colin as they slammed into each other.

“Fuck I am cumming!” Mum howled as Colin pounded into her cunt like a battering ram. This went on for about ten minutes.

“Ohhhhhhhh! Fuck! I’m cumming again!” Mum screamed and I saw her squirt all over the bed covers.

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I just turned 18 last week, but my parents refused to let me go with them on vacation. They say “If you would’ve stopped skipping class, I could’ve come” or some shit like that. Honestly, I’m not that upset that they left me here alone. Because home alone equals massive party, right? I’m heading up the staircase when I see a blondie grab my favorite bottle of vodka.

“Oh, hell no,” I growl. I walk over to her. “Where did you find this?”

“In a room upstairs,” she laughs. “Want some?”

“That was my room, and I need the entire bottle.” I snatch the bottle from her hands as she scoffs. “Have a great time!” I smile through my teeth. I start to walk up the stairs when I spot my cousin, Xander, but I call him X. He’s at the door glaring at everyone, so I sway over to him. “Can’t find a girl to hook up with?”

“You need to shut this down, Valerie.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Just for tonight. You can have one tomorrow.” I frown at him. “Don’t make me pull the whole “snitch” card on you.” I huff but turn around.

“Okay everyone. We’ve been busted! Party tomorrow night!” A heavy sigh echoes throughout the room, but people start leaving. I shut the door once they’re all gone. “Care to explain now.”

“I’m not in the party mood.” I roll my eyes.

“Fine,” I huff.

“I’m going to take a shower little V.”

“Have fun ig.”

He walks up the stairs and into the bathroom. Now if there’s one thing I love more than my bottle of vodka, it’s definitely spying on my cousin. I forgot to mention he’s hot as fuck. He has a perfectly toned body: sharp jawline, 8-pack, and from what I can tell when he’s in the shower, he’s got a pretty big dick. So, I wait for another 5 minutes before walking up the stairs and tip-toeing to the bathroom. I slowly open the door making sure not to make any noise. I close the door behind me and examine his body. I realize he’s hard; He’s never hard in the shower at night. In the morning, it’s another story.

“Little V?” I freeze. Does he know I’m in here? “I know you’ve been spying on me. At first, I would try to resist letting you know that I knew, because I didn’t want you to get embarrassed and stop doing it. But it keeps getting more difficult as you can see.” He sighs heavily and then waits for my response. When he knows I’m not going to say anything, he peeps his head out to look at me. My gerçek resimli gaziantep escort cheeks flush, and my eyes instantly dart to the ground. “Please come here.”

I walk over to him placing my hands on my eyes. “V, you’ve seen the outline It’s okay to look now.” I squint my eyes open, and my suspensions are confirmed; He must have an 8-inch dick. I look slowly up to his face. He looks into my eyes with uncertainty. “Do you want to get in here with me? I mean you don-“

“Yes.” He smirks down at me and nods his head. I just stand still.

“Are you going to take your clothes off?” I slowly take my clothes off while my eyes rush to the ground. He just stares for a moment. “I know I’m no-“

“Fuck little V, you’re gorgeous as Hell.” I smile sheepishly. He reaches out for my hands. I step inside the shower with him, and he places me in front of him. He closes the gap between our bodies as a small moan makes its way through my parted lips. I can feel his dick against my back, and the feeling gives me chills. “Have you never been touched before?” I shake my head no. “You’re still a virgin,” he asks shocked. I turn around and pout.

“Does that matter to you?” I look down at the floor. He uses the tips of his fingers to make me look up at him.

“It didn’t, but now I feel excited to be your first. God, Valerie, you drive me insane. So, you’re completely innocent?” I nod my head.

“Besides the drinking and partying, I’ve really never done anything.” He smirks down at me.

“Challenge accepted.” I smile and turn back around. He closes the gap between us earning another moan. My breathing becomes shallow. He starts to kiss my neck, and it feels so good. I can’t even explain it. It feels like fireworks are going off; It’s just pure bliss. His hands caress all the way down to my boobs. I jump, so he pulls away. “Do you want to stop?” I shake my head no grabbing his hands and placing them back on my boobs. He laughs and closes the gap again. He pinches and flicks at my nipples. He stops and turns the shower off. I turn around and frown. “Don’t worry I’m not done with you yet, but I don’t think I can make love to you tonight.” I frown at him. “Hey, I don’t want my little cousin getting pregnant with my child, and I don’t have a condom.” I shrug my shoulders.

“I’m gerçek resimli gaziantep escort bayan on the pill.” He smirks at me.

“You really want me, don’t you?” I nod my head looking at the ground. He walks over and uses the tips of his fingers to look me in the eyes. “That’s a good thing because I want you way too much to be alone in this.” I blush at his comment. “Now dry off and head to your room.” I smile, dry off, walk into my bedroom, and lay on my bed. He comes in a few moments later. He straddles me and kisses my neck while whispering sweet things in my ear.

I love you so much my little Valerie

You’re perfect in every way

I can’t wait to mark you as mine

His kisses slowly make their way down my body stopping at my boobs. He licks and flicks at my right nipple. Then slowly he switches sides. I arch my back in the undeniable pleasure. He slowly starts kissing down to my inner thighs. He lifts his head up to growl “I bet you taste heavenly.” Then I feel his tongue licking at the most intimate part of my body. Another moan makes its way into the air, and this time it’s a loud one. This feels almost too pleasuring, but I don’t want him to stop. I wrap my thighs around his head. In a few moments I start to feel myself tighten.

“What’s happening?” I start to freak out and push him away, but his hands keep him in place. My body tightens until bolts of pleasure take over my senses. Some liquid splashes out of me as it floods into X’s mouth. He straddles me again “Oh my God! Are you okay? Did I pee? I’m so confused. I’m sor-” He cuts me off with a kiss. He pulls back.

“It’s called an orgasm. You started moving away, but I wanted to taste you. You didn’t pee. It felt great though, didn’t it?” I smile and nod my head. “Do you want to stop there? We don’t have to make love tonight if you don’t want to.” I start crying, but he kisses away the tears. “What’s wrong love? Do you regret it?”

“You don’t want me,” I cry.

“Valerie look at me.” My eyes find his through the tears. “I want you more than you could ever imagine. Hell I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else, but you feel good right now. When I first enter you, it’ll hurt like Hell. I don’t want to ruin the moment.”

“But it’ll feel even better after that, gerçek resimli gaziantep bayan escort won’t it?” He slowly nods his head. “I want you right now.” I give him a reassuring kiss.

“Fuck Valerie, you’re going to ruin me.” I smile up at him. He slowly pushes himself into me, and he’s right; It hurts like Hell. I grit my teeth. He just stays still to allow myself to get used to it. “I’m so sorry little V. Do you want me to stop?” I shake my head no. Once the pain slowly stops, I start to move my hips. This feels like paradise. There are no words to give this feeling justice. I don’t know what I like more: The fact that he’s my cousin or the feeling it’s bringing. It’s so overwhelming I get caught up in the moment. No one else exists: just X and me. He grabs my hips to stop me rom moving.

“Please don’t move Valerie. I don’t have enough self control,” he pleads.

“But it feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He smirks down at me. I nod my head. Then he starts moving out and back in over and over again. In and out. In and out. In and out. After a few more thrusts, I’m about to orgasm again. “I can feel you little V. Just relax.” I shut my eyes tightly letting myself feel all the pleasure it brings as I scream his name out. “Fuck little V. You feel so good.” He positions us, so that each of his arms are beside each of my shoulders, so he can kiss me eager to please me even more. “I’m so close.”

“Cum inside me. I need you to.”

“Are you sure?” I nod my head as he grabs onto the headboard. I feel him to start to shake and him release into me. Feeling him do that sends me over the edge, so he stays in me until I’m done. Then he gracefully pulls out of me and lays on his back. “And you wondered why I wanted the party called off.” He laughs while I roll onto my side to look him in the eyes.

“How long have you known?”

“That you were spying on me?” I nod my head shyly avoiding eye contact. “Little V?” I look back into his eyes. “I’m glad you did. I’ve wanted you for years now.” I smile as butterflies erupt in my stomach.

“You have?” He nods his head smirking at me. “I have too, but lately I just can’t help myself.”

“I love you little V.”

“I love you too X.” He kisses me on the cheek before rolling on his back to switch the light off. When he lays back down, I rest my head on his chest. He chuckles at me as a smile is placed on my lips. Silence overcomes the room.

“Little V?”

“Hmm,” I reply before I yawn.

“I shouldn’t be selfish, but I want to be the only one to make love to you, ok?” Butterflies swarm in my stomach.

“Why?”

“Because I want you to be mine, and I don’t like sharing.” I giggle at his territorial attitude. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good, you’re mine now little V.” I nod my head before slowly drifting off to sleep.

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