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From the Diary of David:

Tonight was a first. I thought of my sister as I masturbated. Sure, there had been other nights where she had come across my mind, but tonight, all I thought about was her. It didn’t take long to get excited with the mental picture I had of her in my mind.

She was wearing her little black shorts with “SEXY” written across the ass, and a tight red tank top. I imagined her asking me to take down the straps of her tank top with my teeth, while my hands massaged her ass. In my fantasy with my sister, she kept whispering in my ear that I was a bad boy and only she could tame me. I liked that a lot. She threw me down on the floor and straddled me, her scantily clad pussy grinding against my erection. I buried my face in her tits and her hands grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking my shaft.

The actual sight in my room wasn’t nearly as romantic as what I was picturing. My pajama bottoms were around my ankles as I knelt on my carpeted floor. I grasped a wad of tissue in my left hand, waiting for my cum, while my right hand was busy stroking my cock. How badly I wanted it to be my sisters’ hand, or even better, her mouth. I was breathing heavily with each stroke, and occasionally her name would escape my mouth.

I’m not exactly sure at what point she walked into my room, but I wish she would have joined me instead of just watched. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked, and I came. Screaming her name, I came into my wad of tissue, which at this point was shredded because of my grip. My sister had caught me masturbating, which in itself wasn’t all that bad. But she had caught me thinking of her.

My eyes jerked open, and I slowly looked over at my sister. Beads of sweat dripped down my face, as my cock emptied out into the tissue in my hand. ‘What am I gonna do,’ I thought. ‘What is she going to do? I hope she doesn’t tell Mom and Dad.’

With my shaft still in my hand but quickly losing its stiffness, I just regained my composure and stared at my sister. It was all I could do.

— 3 months ago —

Lately, the more I look at Amber, the more I realize just how pretty she is. I probably shouldn’t think of her this way because she’s my sister, but it’s true. Her body, her smile, her personality…perfect. I don’t know why she’s single, but I like it that way. Now, I’m the only man in her life besides Dad…but he wouldn’t notice her the way I do.

Being two years apart, we have always been as close as siblings can be. There are fights, and the times that we act like we hate each other. But when it comes down to it, there is a loving bond that exists between Amber and me. We became closer as we got older, and for some reason, I started noticing more things about her than I ever had. Her full pouty lips that glistened from her lip gloss. How thick and rich her chestnut hair was. The way her fingernails and toenails always matched. I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t help studying her body. Luckily for me, she’ll be home more often now that she graduated college…until she finds her own place.

Then it happened…

The first time she entered my mind while I had my cock in my hand drove me crazy. Her body, well her feet, was the last thing I imagined before I came. I didn’t know what to make of it. Why had my sister, of all people, invaded my mind while I was pleasing myself? I tried to shrug it off and tell myself it was an accident.

Little by little, however, she crept into my mind more and more while I was masturbating. It might sound weird to you, but the orgasms I had picturing my sister were the best. Every time I came thinking of her, my knees would buckle escort hikayeleri and I fell to the floor. That hadn’t happened since the first time I explored myself. She’s the reason that I make sure I’m kneeling every time I jerk off.

— 2 months ago —

Wow. Well tonight I did something I can’t take back. While everyone was out of the house, I masturbated in my sister’s room. It didn’t take long at all for me to climax. With the fear of getting caught and her perfume filling the air, I was just about done the second I walked through her door. No one’s going to know though. Not now at least. Not until I see if she has feelings for me.

The next morning I wasn’t able to look at my sister the same way, and I think she knew something was up.

“What’s with you today?” she asked.

When I get nervous, I tend to stutter a little bit.

“W-what d-do you mean? N-nothing’s wrong,” I lied. (See what I mean about stuttering?)

“You just seem…off,” she replied. “Like you did something wrong and you’re not telling me.”

“Well, uhh yeah, I mean no. I d-didn’t do anything wrong,” I blurted.

“Then could you please stop looking at me like that?”

I don’t think she bought any of what I said. Who would though? I’ve never been good at lying, and this was a situation where the ability to lie was very important. I wanted to tell her what had happened, but she wouldn’t have understood. I still don’t understand why I did it. I still don’t understand why I’m getting these kinds of feelings all of a sudden. ‘Maybe it’s just a phase,’ I tell myself.

I really need to learn how to lie…

— 1 month ago —

I think she might be on to me.

I thought masturbating in her room had been bad enough. This time I stole a pair of her flip flops…while everyone was home. Part of me wanted to get caught so everything would be out in the open. Part of me was glad that I wasn’t caught…well not completely caught.

When I came home from work, everyone was downstairs. My sister looked beautiful. She was lying down on the couch wearing a pair of guys’ gym shorts (were they mine?), which looked really sexy on her, and a white tank top. I think that’s what made me want to sneak into her room. I was turned on, and she, along with my parents, was downstairs.

I started to climb the stairs, but needed to take one more look at her. My mom called up at me, “Are you going to watch some TV with us David?”

Damn. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes Ma,” I yelled as I headed up to my room.

Amber’s room is across the hall from mine. I kicked open my door and threw my bag in there, not caring where it landed. I needed to act fast if I wanted to take something from her room. In a couple months, she would be in her own place, and I wanted something to remember her by.

Her door was closed, like it always was, and I had to quickly push it open in order to avoid the loud creaking sound her hinges made (a trick I learned when I masturbated in her room.) As the door flew open, her perfume hit me in the face, and I got that feeling in my knees again. Shit.

Get in.

Take something.

Get out.

But what?

Think.

“Got it,” I whispered to myself.

When I started noticing more about my sister, I found out that I had a foot fetish. I never had it until I stared at her all the time. Her toes were perfect, and I wondered what they would taste like. Luckily for me, Amber loved to wear flip flops all the time and had quite the collection. She bought multiples of the same color, and I loved her gaziantep escort hikayeleri worn green ones.

‘I’m doing her a favor,’ I told myself, justifying why I was about to steal her flip flops.

The ones I took from her closet are a pair that was well worn. The oils from her skin had left behind a dark footprint. Size 7.5. And now they were mine.

Once I took her sandals, I realized I had no way to smuggle her flip flops back undetected. Why did I have to throw my bag in my room? Even though I knew everyone was downstairs, I didn’t want to take any chances. I did the only thing I could to hide her flip flops, and stuck them in my pants. I draped my shirt over what stuck out, and turned around.

Amber was in the doorway.

Shit.

‘What am I gonna do?’ I thought.

“What are you doing in my room David?” she asked, very unpleasantly.

“I-I uhh, was looking for one of my b-books,” I said (I really need to learn how to lie.)

“What book?”

She wasn’t buying it.

What came out of my mouth next seemed to take an eternity.

“M-my s-sketch book,” I finally mustered up. “I c-can’t find it.”

“Well, it’s not in here,” she said. “So get out.”

I didn’t say anything else. I just left her room.

When I entered my own room, I shut the door. My face was covered with sweat, and my nerves were making me shake. But I was proud of myself. Not only did I manage to get my sisters’ flip flops, but I was also able to make up an excuse for being caught in her room.

I threw her flip flops behind my door, and put on some shorts to be more comfortable. I went into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I made my way downstairs and watched TV with my parents. My heart was still racing.

— Present —

Amber looked at me, and then stuck her head out into the hallway. She quickly shut my door and locked it behind her.

Confused, she asked, “Were you just thinking of me while…” her voice trailed off.

I simply nodded ‘yes.’

She looked away and noticed her flip flops behind my door.

She pointed to them and started to talk. “Are those m-,” is all she got out before I cut her off.

“Look,” I started. “I’m really sorry Amber. I took those the day I -,”

“Lost your sketch book,” she interrupted.

I nodded.

She shifted her weight to her left foot, and started to open her mouth.

Nothing came out.

She shifted her weight to her right foot and pointed at me in a scolding fashion.

Nothing came out.

I caught her looking at my cock, and I started to smile.

I didn’t know what to expect her to say. I opened my mouth to apologize, but she cut me off.

“I could’ve just given you my flip flops had you asked David.”

Now I was confused.

She crossed my room and sat on my bed. She crossed her right leg over her left and dangled it a few feet in front of my face.

“I had no idea you had a foot fetish,” she said, pointing at me with her toes.

“I didn’t…until I noticed yours Amber,” I confessed.

She bit her lip and stuck both feet out to me.

“Show me how much you like my feet David,” she demanded.

I crawled to her awaiting feet, and I stored the big toe of her right foot in my mouth. I heard her moan as I sucked on her toe. I grabbed her left foot and placed it on my chest. She started massaging my chest and stomach with her foot. Her nails scraped along my flesh each time she brought her foot up to my nipples.

I took her toe out of my mouth and started escort gaziantep hikayeleri kissing her soles. Starting at her heel, I gave her feet little kisses. When my mouth reached her toes, I spread them apart with my tongue.

My cock hardened again while I was kissing her feet. Her left foot found my erection, and she slid her toes down my shaft. Her first two toes spread open, trying to fit around my girth.

“You don’t deserve to fuck my feet yet David,” she scolded.

I continued sucking on her toes, fitting three of them in my mouth. They tasted as great as I imagined. I picked up her left foot and started to give her a massage. My fingers gently pressed into her soles, massaging them in circles.

Amber took her feet away from me and rested both of them on my face. “Breathe in,” she demanded.

I took deep breaths of my sisters’ feet. They were as fragrant as her room had been, and I didn’t want to stop…but she made me.

Amber brought her wet foot down to my thighs, and rested her big toe on the head of my cock. “You can fuck my feet when this foot is wet,” she informed me.

My tongue quickly ran along her soles. I needed another release. I sucked on each of her toes, making sure they were all as nice and wet as her other foot. I ran my tongue up from her heel to the tips of her toes, and smiled at her. She told me to lie down on the floor and she would take care of the rest.

My cock was standing straight up in the air as I was on my carpeted floor. Two times tonight I would cum with my sister on my mind…only this time, she was helping.

She sat on the floor next to me, and placed her toes on either side of my cock. Slowly, she would bring them up and down my shaft. When her toes reached my head, she would lightly tap each side with her big toe. I wanted to explode.

She squeezed her toes around my shaft and started to stroke me faster. She began urging me on. Insisting that I cum all over her feet. She wanted me to let her know when I was about to cum, so I could jack off on the top of her feet. She said she had something else in store for me.

We changed around our positions. She was now on her back with her feet in the air, and I was back on my knees. I cupped her feet around my cock, and started fucking her them. Each time I thrust forward, my balls slapped against her heels. I was close to cumming, and it was with my sister.

Amber reached her arms back and picked up one of the flip flops I had stolen from her room. She started teasing me by licking the dark foot print that had remained. I couldn’t take it anymore. I held her feet out in front of me like she wanted, and I came on her toes.

Even though I was on my knees, the force of my orgasm caused me to buckle and hit the floor. I was out of breath, and tired. That’s when I heard her giggling.

“Did you forget that I had something else in store for you David?” she playfully asked.

‘I can’t take anymore,’ I thought.

“Clean your cum off my feet and I won’t tell Mom and Dad what I caught you doing tonight.”

I had never tasted my cum before, but I really didn’t want my parents finding out anything. I knew what I had to do but I must have taken too long to respond.

“I’m waiting David,” she said dangling her feet in the air.

I picked myself up from the floor, beat, and started cleaning off my sisters’ feet.

“I could always use someone to pay half the bills at my place David. Just think. We can be together whenever we want without any worries.”

I couldn’t pass up an offer like that. When her feet were clean, we told our parents I’d be moving in with Amber. They were hesitant at first, only because my sister was 21, and I was still only 19. They eventually came around though. I think the idea of an empty house appealed to them more than anything.

My sister and I walked upstairs holding hands. I kissed her in the hallway, and turned to go in my room. She grabbed the sleeve of my shirt, and tugged me into her bedroom.

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This is story in “The Good Wife” series. It is recommended that the stories be read in the correct order, as the story does proceed chronologically. Story will be coming shortly. I apologize for any confusion relative to the titles, and I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I have had writing them…rmdexter

*****

“So, were Mr. and Mrs. Gibson going at it again last night?” Jenna asked. She and Grace were in the basement family room at Jenna’s home, watching some TV. Actually the TV was on, but they’d just been talking most of the time.

“I don’t think so,” Grace said and they both chuckled at the idea of the older couple engaging in sexual activities. “But I was so tired from the night before that I think I would have slept through anything.”

“I bet it wasn’t them,” Jenna said mysteriously. “I bet it was Zach.”

“Naw, no way.”

The phone rang, but the girls ignored it, knowing Jenna’s parents would answer it upstairs.

“C’mon, Grace. I bet he snuck Becca into his room and was doing her all night long.”

“Jenna! That’s my brother you’re talking about.”

“Hey, c’mon Grace. I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I’m sorry too,” Grace replied, feeling guilty for overreacting to her best friend’s comment.

“But you have to admit,” Jenna continued, “Zach is pretty hot.”

“Zach?”

“Now, c’mon. I know he’s your older brother and all, but even you must know how good-looking he is.”

“I guess,” Grace replied with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Have you ever, you know, seen him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Like when he’s coming out of the bathroom from taking a shower or something. You know, naked.”

“No!”

“Relax, I was just asking. When I’ve seen him wearing jeans, he looks like he’s really packing something in there.”

Grace sat there stunned, afraid to say anything, even to her best friend, because she’d noticed the same thing herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening at the top of the stairs. The girls both looked up as Jenna’s dad walked into the room, a concerned look on his face.

“Jenna, something’s happened,” he said seriously. “Uncle Josh has been in a car accident.”

Grace had met Jenna’s Uncle Josh and Aunt Jennifer before when they’d been visiting from Indianapolis.

“Is…is he okay?” Jenna asked anxiously.

“He’s in the hospital and in pretty bad shape. The doctors think he’ll be okay, but it’s kind of touch and go right now. I want you to pack an overnight bag, we’ve got to go right now.”

“Okay,” Jenna replied, trying to hold back the tears that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Grace,” Jenna’s dad said as he looked at her, “we’ll drop you at home on our way. Do you want to call your mom and tell her you’re coming?”

“No, it’s fine. I talked to her earlier and she and Zach are just going to be staying at home tonight.”

“Okay. Get your stuff together then, girls. We’ve gotta go.”

Less than half an hour later, Grace slid her key into the apartment door and let herself in. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bags in her room. She’d seen the light on in the kitchen and went to see what her mom and Zach were up to. She was surprised that she didn’t hear the TV, but she figured her mom must be reading her new book, and Zach was probably in his room on the computer, as usual.

The 18-year old walked into the kitchen, but no one was there. “They must each be in their rooms”, she thought. She was about to call out to her mother to let her know she was home, when she heard a sound coming from the hallway. “Ohhhhnnnnn…” It was a long drawn-out groan, and Grace immediately became alarmed, recognizing the sound as coming from her mother. She stood there for a second—frightened, and then the groan was followed by a breathy hiss, “Yessssssss…” The second sound was different from the first, and although she didn’t know what was happening, it didn’t sound like her mother was in pain. She turned and, looking down the hallway, saw her mother’s bedroom door open a few inches, a golden glow of light coming from inside the room.

“So hard…” Grace heard her mother’s voice say in a throaty moan, the sound coming through the open doorway. She also heard a rhythmic thumping and the squeak of bedsprings. The teenager was intensely curious, wondering what was going on. The youngster moved stealthily down the dark hallway until she could see inside her mother’s room. She gasped in shock and reached out to steady herself on the wall beside her as she saw the wickedly erotic scene going on before her. Her mother was lying on her back in the middle of her bed with a man on top of her, fucking her. By the light from the lamp on the bedside table, Grace could clearly see her mother’s mature body clad in daring dark red lingerie, her slender legs sheathed in sheer black stockings. She had on patent leather high heels and her long slim arms were escort ilanları covered in gloves reaching almost to her shoulders, the gloves the same scarlet color as the bodice of her outfit. Grace looked down the length of those gloves to where her mother’s hands were pulling at the sheets in a death grip. She looked up to her mother’s face. Her mother’s eyes were closed as her head lolled from side to side, her hair spread out wildly on the pillow beneath her. Her mother’s lips were open and she could see her breathing raggedly, gasping for breath as little moans of pleasure emanated continuously from between her parted red lips.

Grace stood like a statue and watched in awe at the wickedly titillating sight. She could tell that the man on top of her mother was not her father, and she wondered who it could be. The man’s pistoning hips slowed and he started to lean back. Wanting to make sure she wasn’t seen, Grace leaned closer to the wall, her eyes peering past the edge of the doorframe.

“Now, I’m gonna really open you up for me,” the man said as he sat back on his knees between her mother’s spread legs.

Grace’s hand flew to her mouth as she barely suppressed the gasp she felt in her throat. The man fucking her mother wasn’t a man—it was her brother, Zach! Her eyes flew wide open as she watched her 19-year old brother reach down to each side and grasp her mother by her slim ankles, his hands circling around the wide leather band of her sexy shoes. Grace watched spellbound as he lifted her mother’s legs high in the air, and then lewdly spread them as far to each side as he could.

“She looks like a wishbone,” Grace thought to herself. She was shocked by what she was seeing, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. With her mother’s legs held open in a wide V-shape, Grace watched as her brother slowly rolled his hips, the firm cheeks of his bum moving sensually, his erection still buried between his mother’s legs.

“Oh Zach,” her mother groaned loudly, “don’t tease me like that.” Grace watched intently as her brother ceased the teasing rotation and slowly drew back his hips. She saw his pecker start to come into view and was surprised at the thickness of it, the broad gnarled shaft glistening erotically with pussy juice. Her eyes got wider and wider as Zach just kept withdrawing, inch after inch of rigid cock coming into view. He finally stopped, with the just the tip of the broad flared crown trapped between her mother’s shiny pink labia.

“Oh my God,” Grace thought to herself as she looked at the enormous cock projecting from her brother’s groin. “It’s huge!” She couldn’t believe the size of it, and she quickly thought about Jenna’s comment of how big it had looked in his jeans. If only her best friend could see it now. Grace stared, totally mesmerized by her brother’s steely erection as he held still, the broad flared head nestled snugly between her mother’s clutching pussy-lips. The long hard love-muscle looked so powerful and strong—even from where she was watching, she could see the flowing blood pulsing through the protruding blue veins on the glistening shaft.

“Okay, Mom, let’s see how deep we can go,” Zach said as he started to flex forward. Grace’s eyes stared intently at their lewdly joined bodies as her brother’s monstrous pick slid insistently into her mother’s greasy trench.

“Oh fuckkkkkkk…” Alicia groaned deep in her throat as her son’s blood-engorged phallus stretched the hot wet tissues inside her almost to the tearing point. Grace’s nipples stiffened and she felt a nagging itch in her pussy as she watched the illicitly sinful act of her brother fucking her mother. She looked at her mother’s face as Zach went deeper, seeing a blissfully serene look of pleasure as her mother tipped her head up and gasped, while clutching tightly to the sheets in her glove-covered hands. Grace looked back, and watched as Zach forced the final few inches inside, the depths of his mother’s hot mature pussy finally yielding to him.

Zach groaned deep in his throat as he bottomed out, the enflamed head of his prick bumping against his mother’s tingling cervix as his groin pressed flush up against her shaven mound, his rigid erection gripped tightly by the oily tissues of her mature cunt. He salaciously rolled his hips, stirring her incendiary depths sinfully as the enflamed head of his cock rubbed teasingly against the door of her womb.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH…” Alicia gasped loudly as a shattering climax tore through her. Grace watched as her mother thrashed about on the bed, overtaken by orgasmic convulsions. It was wickedly exciting to watch, and Grace found herself wondering what it would feel like to be in her mother’s place, to surrender herself to a huge powerful cock like that, to feel it bring her indescribable pleasure. Subconsciously, her hand slid down the front of her body as she watched, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her sweat pants and right down inside gaziantep escort ilanları her panties. She found she was already soaking wet, the lips of her girlish cunt sticky with her greasy juices.

“Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do,” Zach said as he levered his engorged lance backwards and then stabbed it back in, driving his rigid erection in all the way to the hilt.

“So bigggggg…” Alicia moaned as her body continued to twitch and buck beneath him. Zach held her legs up and spread far out to each side as he hammered away at his mother, his drum-tight balls drawing up close to his body. Grace was spellbound, intently watching the lewdly erotic act, and listening—listening to the indecent sounds of the headboard bumping rhythmically against the back wall, the bedsprings squeaking in protest, and the salacious sound of Zach’s balls slapping noisily against her mother’s round curvy bum. She ran her fingers through her oily slit and then brought them to her clit, her slippery fingertips rubbing teasingly over the erect little spire.

“I’m close. Where do you want this one, Mom?” Zach asked as he pounded his mother with every hard inch, driving her gripping twat deeper and deeper into the mattress.

“I…I…,” Alicia was barely able to gasp out the words, her body trembling and shaking as he brought her to one climax after another. “I want you to come all over my tits…but I…I want to do it for you.”

“Okay, just a few more strokes,” Zach replied as he feverishly fucked his mother, the delightful contractions beginning in his midsection. Grace’s heart was racing as she watched, her fingers now rubbing furiously over the engorged nubbin at the apex of her sex.

“Oh yeah,” Zach said as he dropped his mother’s legs to each side and quickly withdrew his rampant boner from her gripping cunt. Alicia shoved herself up against the pillows stacked against the headboard, her swollen breasts sitting up beautifully on the shelf-like projection of the structured bra cups. She reached for her son as he scrambled on top of her, his knees on either side of her wasp-like waist. Grace gasped as she watched her mother’s two gloved hands reach forward, one wrapping around her brother’s thrusting erection while she reached beneath him and cradled his sperm-laden testicles in her other.

“That’s it,” Alicia hissed seductively, her gloved hand starting to pump back and forth on his burgeoning tool. “Give Mommy all that hot cum of yours.”

Grace was breathing rapidly, her fingers strumming her throbbing clit as she marveled at the nasty sight of her mother’s scarlet hand stroking vigorously back and forth on her brother’s long white fuck-stick.

“Oh fuck, Mom, here it comes!” Zach warned as he started to come. Grace watched as a long ropey strand of milky semen jetted forth, splashing onto her mother’s chest, the sizable gob already starting to slide into her cleavage. A second streaking rope shot forth, landing on the upper swell of one tit in a massive splat. Her mother’s hand continued to pump back and forth, a sultry smile on her face as she directed the tip of Zach’s spitting cock all over her chest.

Grace could feel her own pleasure escalating while her mother’s scarlet-clad hand stroked vigorously back and forth, flooding her breasts with a barrage of sperm. Streamers of goo were flying everywhere as her mother’s hand manipulated her brother’s bucking cock skillfully, wads of cum spackling her sexy corset and dripping from her pumping gloved hands. Grace was overwhelmed by the pure eroticism of what she was witnessing, and felt the delicious sensations as her working fingers triggered an intense orgasm deep inside her.

“Ohhhnn,” she groaned as waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her. She gasped and thought she was going to pass out. With her legs about to give out, she stumbled forward as a low animalistic growl escaped her lips, her body bumping against the door frame.

Alicia looked up at the sound and gasped, her eyes immediately focusing on Grace standing just outside the door, her body leaning against the frame. She looked at her daughter in surprise, and then saw that Grace’s eyes were half-closed and her mouth was gaping open as she breathed raggedly, her hand shoved down the front of her sweat pants. Alicia could even see the tiny points of Grace’s pert breasts through her t-shirt—it was obvious Grace had just finished climaxing.

“Grace?” Alicia said, her stroking hand releasing her son’s still-hard cock.

Zach saw the look of shock on his mother’s face and his head whipped around to see what she was looking at. He could make out his little sister’s form just past the partially open door. He looked back at his mother, terror in his eyes.

Alicia knew she had to take control of the situation before the whole thing blew up on all of them. “Grace,” she said calmly, “come in here, Honey.” She flicked her eyes to Zach’s and gaziantep escort bayan ilanları said quietly under her breath, “Zach, you better go to your room. I’ll come and talk to you later.”

Thoroughly embarrassed, Zach bounded off the bed, grabbed his boxer shorts from the floor and hurried from the room, holding his underwear in front of his exposed groin.

Grace had quickly removed her hand from between her legs as soon as her mother had called her name. As Zach rushed past his younger sister, Alicia couldn’t help but notice that Grace surreptitiously tried to look down at her brother’s crotch. Seeing that made Alicia smile inside—maybe things weren’t going to be as bad as she thought.

“It’s okay, Honey, come in now,” Alicia said softly, her voice warm and comforting. “It’s just you and me now.” Grace silently walked across the room, her eyes brimming with tears. Alicia sat up slightly and leaned against the stack of pillows behind her, and then gently patted a spot on the bed next to her. “Come sit with me, Grace. We need to talk.”

With her emotions in turmoil, Grace slowly stepped across the room and sat facing her mother, her legs tucked girlishly beneath her. She was deeply confused by what she’d just witnessed, her mother and her brother fucking—committing incest. But she realized she’d also been incredibly aroused by what she’d seen—her mother dressed in an incredibly sexy outfit and her brother making love to her with his monstrously huge cock. Grace thought about how exciting it had been to watch them, and how perfect they looked together, bringing each other rapturous pleasure, and she felt jealous—jealous of a special love she knew they shared.

Grace looked over at her mother, sitting peacefully next to her, as if nothing was wrong at all. Her mother looked at her with a warm comforting smile on her face, calming her. Grace had been worried that her mother would be angry on her for spying on them, and the look on her mother’s face relieved the anxiety she was feeling. She let her eyes drift downward, to her mother’s chest. Her eyes widened in awe as she looked at the milky coating covering her mother’s beautiful breasts. The cups of the corset spectacularly displayed her mother’s nicely-shaped breasts, pushing them together and up to create an inviting dark line of cleavage—only now, that dark line was obscured by a thick white ribbon of semen, the milky strand trailing down between the curving swells of her mother’s tits to disappear beneath the top edge of the corset. Her mother’s whole chest was covered with the stuff, wads and strands of whitish goo crisscrossing her chest in a bizarre mosaic. Grace shivered with excitement as she looked at her mother’s sperm-coated chest, that tingling itch beginning in her pussy once more.

“Grace,” Alicia said, “what happened over at Jenna’s? Is anything wrong?”

“Her Uncle Josh was in a car accident. They had to go to Indianapolis.”

“Is he alright?” Alicia asked, her voice full of concern. She knew Jenna’s family very well, the girls had been best friends since pre-school.

“He’s in the hospital, but they think he’ll be okay.” Grace paused for a second as her mother nodded, relieved. “But they had to bring me home. I…I never expected to see you…to see you and Zach like that.”

Alicia nodded knowingly, reaching out to take her daughter’s hand in hers. She held Grace’s tiny hand, the fingers of her other hand caressing it soothingly. They both looked down as Alicia’s fingers traced lovingly back and forth, the glove-encased hand she was using was the same one she had just finished masturbating Zach with. The glove was stained and spackled with gobs of semen, and Grace found it perversely exciting to feel the wicked softness of the cum-covered glove against her skin.

“I know it must have been a shock for you, Dear,” Alicia said softly, looking directly at her daughter. “But you did stay out there and watch for a while, didn’t you?”

Grace felt herself flushing with embarrassment under her mother’s intense stare. She nodded, and then dropped her head in shame, unable to meet her mother’s eyes.

“It’s alright, Grace. Relax, I understand,” Alicia continued softly. “You know after what happened last year how we talked about always being honest with each other?” Grace nodded, remembering the talk her mother had had with both of them, and how important 100% honesty was to them, as a family. Alicia had used the same tack when dealing with her son two days ago when she found out about his obsession with her—telling Zach the importance of being honest with each other. She knew she had to do the same with Grace. The future of all of them depended on it and, at this point, she had no intention of lying to her daughter.

“Mom,” Grace said hesitantly. “You…you and Zach. How…how…when did that happen?”

“It only happened two days ago for the first time. I accidentally walked in on Zach when he was…well, you know.” Alicia gave her daughter a knowing little smile and was relieved to see Grace give her a tiny grin in return. “So after I’d caught him in kind of an embarrassing situation, we had a talk about being honest with each other. Now Grace, I’m going to tell you something, and I need you to promise me that none of this leaves this house. Our lives together depend on that—do you understand?”

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The sounds I heard as I walked into my living room were unmistakable. I could hear my wife Valerie moaning the way she does when someone is eating her pussy. She has a distinctive moan that always drives me mad with lust, but now someone else was making her cum, and I was mad. I walked up the carpeted stairs to the bedroom door, and steadied myself for what I thought I would walk in on.

I expected to walk in and see some young stud licking away at my wife’s pussy. I had visions of me grabbing him off of her, and beating the shit out of him as I threw him down the stairs. I thought my marriage was over. The reality of what I saw was surprisingly arousing though.

As I opened the door quickly and violently, fist clenched in anticipation, I was greeted by the lovely sight of my wife lying on her back, he legs spread wide, and between them was my naked and lovely 19 year old daughter Lindsey. Her long brown hair and thin body looked amazing as her bubble butt stuck up in the air. Valerie heard the door open and looked up startled, but smiled as she saw my scowl turn to a look of amazement.

“Looks like Daddy found us out kiddo.” she said to Lindsey.

Lindsey looked back over her shoulder, my wife’s love juices running down her chin and said “Hi Daddy. I didn’t hear you come in. Get naked and join us.” and back she went to my escort haberleri wife’s snatch, licking and fingering her to another abrupt orgasm.

I was in shock over what I was watching. My little girl was making my wife, her mother, cum again and again with her mouth and fingers. My wife was loving the attention, and her body writhed on the bed in ecstasy. I felt myself growing harder and harder as I took in the spectacle of it all.

“Turn around baby.” I said to Lindsey. “Let your mother eat you out for a bit, I want to use your mouth right now.

“Yes Daddy.” she said as she turned around and straddled her mother’s face. “Oooh. She has a nice tongue Dad.” she said as she wiggled her cunt against Valerie’s lips. She layed down and licked my wife’s pussy a few more times as I stepped out of my clothes.

I approached, and Lindsey reached out greedily to grab my engorged cock. She pulled me close and licked the head with the softest warmest tongue I have ever felt. She opened her mouth, and in one fell swoop engulfed my rigid member to the root. I gasped as my daughter swallowed me whole, and felt her throat vibrate as my wife made Lindsey moan from licking her little girl’s twat. Lindsey’s hand came up, and wrapped around the shaft of my cock. Her mouth and hand moved as one gaziantep escort haberleri as her wet warm saliva made me slick and hard. Her tongue danced over my head, and her lips pursed around the shaft. She took deep fast plunges on my phallus and made obscene slurping and choking noises as she shoved it into her throat. I was in heaven.

I pulled my cock out of my little angel’s mouth with a loud “pop”. I picked her head up with a finger under her chin and kissed her the way lovers do. Our tongues danced and wiggled against each other, and I could taste her lips, my wife’s cunt, and my cock on her mouth all at once. When we parted Lindsey raised up to kneel straddling my wife’s face. Valerie kept licking and sucking on our daughter’s pussy while I moved closer, and placed the head of my cock against Valerie’s dripping snatch.

“That felt so good baby.” I said to Lindsey. “You sucked Daddy’s cock so well. See how hard you made me for Mom?” With that I plunged my cock deep into Valerie’s dripping cunt. She screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain that always excited me. I fucked her hard, and deep, and watched my little girl’s soft tits bounce as the bed shook. She leaned forward and kissed me again while I pounded my wife’s throbbing pussy. Valerie could not keep licking Lindsey’s escort gaziantep haberleri cunt as she was too busy moaning and screaming aloud. Lindsey got off her face, and turned to kiss her mother as well. As Lindsey’s tongue muffled the passionate cries of her mother, I reached down and fingered Valerie’s clit while I fucked her. Valerie came with a sudden and almost violent orgasm that left her throbbing pussy clamping around my shaft harder than she could with her hand. I kept thrusting in and out, deep and fast making her orgasm flow into another. Between the passionate sounds, and the sight of my sexy daughter’s body on top of my wife’s I was about ready to blow my load.

“Come here Lindsey.” I said. As my daughter came near, I grabbed her by her hair, and brought her head to where my cock was sliding in and out of her mother’s gash. I pulled out, and Lindsey opened her mouth wide to take my cock in. Her tongue brought me over the edge, and I filled her sucking mouth with a load of hot cum. She took it all, and with bulging eyes of amazement let it fill her mouth without swallowing it. When I was done shooting my load, I looked into Lindsey’s eyes. “Share that with your mother.” I said in a commanding voice.

Lindsey nodded, and turned to go face to face with her mother again. Valerie opened her mouth wide, and Lindsey let my load slowly drip from her mouth into her mother’s. She then leaned down, and they shared a messy kiss, made sticky with my jizz. My white cream spread all over their mouths, and ran down their chins.

I layed down with them, my daughter on one side, my wife on the other. I was the happiest man alive, in the middle of two women, neither of whom could love me more.

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[[Hey all! This is the first part of a novella-ish length story about a Family so hot that laws literally changed to encompass their incestuous pornography films being allowed for public consumption. I play with perspective a bit in this and try to tell it through two characters. I hope you enjoy!]]

(Julie)

I’d say that I woke up to a morning like any other, but that would be a lie; this morning was special. Like Christmas fucking your Birthday while your wedding day eats them both out from behind. I leapt out of bed unbelievably horny, my dreams had apparently been nothing but a huge clit-tease and now there were mere hours between me and getting to fuck the hottest seven people on the entire planet at once: My family.

It might sound arrogant for me to suggest that those who share my incredible genes are the hottest, but in this case it isn’t just my opinion: My uncle Randy started his own porn company in which we’re the main performers and the popularity of our films has so eclipsed every other adult film studio on earth that many of them are shuttering, and the rest have to pay us exorbitant fees to license our movies and stay afloat by showing them. We’re that fucking good.

I took a few moments to check out that fine fucking bitch in the mirror, loving the way the morning light loved every part of my curves. The longest part of my 5’8″ height was my legs, which joined just beneath my flaring-out hips and ass, then the line tapered in the six-pack-ab adorned middle that made up my waist, and then blew outward again into my mind-bending GG cup breasts. Firmness ran in my family and until you saw the bounce or sway of the things you might have sworn I had implants. The pair lifted and stuck out more as I lifted my long blonde hair into a pair of pig-tails and batted my own golden-brown eyes at myself.

It wasn’t just exciting that I was going to get to bang my family for the first time today, it was heightened by the fact that this would be the first time my Uncle’s wing of the family—-the Johnsons—-would bring their considerable fucking prowess to bear on my mother’s branch, the Coopers. (I know there’s already a famous baseball player named Randy Johnson, but he renounced his nickname “The Big Unit” to my uncle, the second that big cock first showed up on camera.) So it was a red-letter day all around.

Of course I wasn’t coming into things a complete virgin. When my mother caught me at 18 having destroyed the entire baseball team when I was head cheerleader at school, she knew that I was destined to follow in her footsteps as an adult starlet. She helped me pick out a porn name (I went by GiGi Jizelle back then, in honor of my GG cups and how much I loved getting them covered in layers of spunk) and introduced me to her contacts in the industry. I was winning AVN Awards mere months later and was considered by insiders to be the hottest thing to happen to the industry my uncle or mother or brother or aunt or cousins, which is saying a lot given how much they all rocked the porn business in their time with it. Basically Coopers and Johnsons all cut their teeth blowing the minds (and body parts) of all the other big names before creating their own arm of the industry.

I got dressed after the mirror confirmed everything I’d hoped about myself (alright, I’ll admit that while I was proud to have a tight six pack, I was still jealous of the eight-pack mom was sporting. I’d have to work out a lot longer to hit that point I guess. I decided to keep it casual today and went with a pair of tight, ass-hugging jeans and a white half-shirt that could do nothing to stop the protrusion of my hard gum-drop nipples.

I bounced (and I do mean BOUNCED) down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast, and was immediately greeted by the sight of my brother’s gorgeous, muscular back, corded muscles just slightly flexed as he bent over, his big beefy arms wrapped around my mother. I don’t think they were making out exactly, but obviously I’d walked in halfway through some sort of game of sexual chicken; my family was always doing that, teasing each other, pushing one another until someone broke and tried to fuck. It only followed logically that people who watched each other fuck on film all day would want to experience it.

Evan, (that’s my brother) backed off when I said “Good morning!” being as much a cockblock as I was a cocktease in that moment. He turned to face me and I savored the image of him, his massive biceps looking freshly pumped beneath his ripped-up shoulders, the splendor of his perfect stomach showing slightly through the tank-top he wore, cock bulging grotesquely in his board shorts. He grinned that perfect grin of his beneath his brown eyes and hair, looking for all the world like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Of course he’s in the industry as well, goes by the name “Evan Biggur” as a pun on the idea that he’s even bigger than the biggest you’d see on-screen.

“Morning, Julie,” he said as my mother hastily fussed with disheveled brunette escort gaziantep hair, her own brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she took me in.

“Oh darling, you’re looking just radiant today! Are you excited you finally get to get on the family camera?”

I could only nod in response, knowing my still-hard nipples were doing the talking for me in answer to that question.

“Still don’t look as radiant as you, mom,” It was true. Roxy Cooper, or, ‘Gedallia Rocksauff’ as she was known on camera did not look like a woman who could have given birth two me and a strapping son. Her towering five-foot-eleven height always left me feeling humbled, (though not as much as Evan’s 6’4″ footballer build) as did the fact that she was just in incredible shape, every muscle worked out to perfection, not scary big, but pronounced and toned. I was envious of her tits too, whopping HH cups that had barely more sag than my own huge GG’s. She was dressed very similar to me, blue-jeans and a halter-top in her case, but still very little hidden from the world as we prepared for the big shoot.

Evan poured himself a glass of orange juice as mom turned her attention to bacon that was beginning to sizzle.

“Honestly sis, thanks for saving me, I don’t know if I could take more her cockteasing?” I gave a tit-rolling shrug as I helped myself to one of the chairs and a blueberry muffin, “What’s that supposed to mean? You’ve been teased before.”

“Yeah, but this is different, I’ve been uh, saving up.”

I cocked my head at him, “Bullshit! I’ve still heard the usual shrieks of pleasure coming from your room, you’ve been having girlfriends over like usual.”

“Well sure, I’ve been banging the tits off bitches like usual, sure, I just haven’t been uh, ‘completing’ you know?”

“Evan! What have I told you about using that word!?” Mom cut in at him saying ‘bitches’.

He took on a hang-dog look, “You said not to use it if I wasn’t cramming my cock hard and fast into the slut I was calling bitch until she squirted a gallon of cunt-cream.”

“That’s my boy. I raised you with proper morality and don’t you forget it.”

“Shucks, sorry mom. Anyway, the point is, my fucking nuts haven’t been drained in over forty-eight hours now, and that’s the longest I’ve been without release since I got my first fucking hard-on.”

“Oh no, bro! Does it hurt?” I asked, genuinely curious. There were mysteries of male anatomy I’d never understand, even with my ample experience in operating it.

“Not exactly, I mean, it kinda aches, but mostly I just wanna cum real bad. I feel like it’s gonna be epic when I do.”

“I can’t wait to see it!”

Mom swayed around us, deliberately putting her perfect bubble-butt right in Evan’s face as she served me, then turned so he got her tits in profile as she put bacon on his plate as well.

“Actually, your uncle said that he and Johnny have been saving up too, maybe even longer than that. This should be quite the show!”

“Did you guys deny yourselves before last year’s orgy?” I asked.

The orgies had become quite the tradition for the family business. The Fuckatino Film company had been launched in a very smart way. It started with the press releases that celebrated porn star Randy Johnson was leaving the industry and started with him just doing some real basic solo vids, the kinds where he showed off the true dimensions of his incredible cock. One of the reasons he had to leave porn was because his co-stars tended to get too jealous to appear with him in film.. You can’t compete when you’ve been bragging that your nine incher is really thirteen when a genuine cock that’s even bigger than your lying number is also on camera. So even by just showing that beast off he was doing something revolutionary.

Then he added footage with his wife, which everyone loved, many of them not realizing he’d married a porn legend. Finally, rumors started swirling that other families were getting in on it behind the scenes but they didn’t release any footage until they’d cleared a few legal hurdles, their efforts alone redefining what could be legally penalized as incest. In the end, laws changed to accommodate them simply because public outcry to the contrary was too great, the world wanted to see my Aunt and cousins fuck and so long as there were no children from it, there was no harm.

From there, he’d slowly revved it up, longer scenes with more participants until the first orgy involving everyone who wasn’t still locked into industry contracts had gone off last year. I was still bound to mine so I could only jealously watch as my brother and mother came back home, drenched in sex, and so exhausted that even they had to take a day off of sex afterwards, which prior to that had been unthinkable. This year, my contract was up, and I too would get to see what the Fuckatino Family Business was really all about.

I only heard flashes of what had actually gone down. My Uncle getting his whole cock escort gaziantep bayan swallowed for the first time since he’d begun having sex. Mom literally destroying cameras with the power and volume of her squirting. The twins managing to make my brother cum just from rimming him. My Aunt fucking a bed to flinders riding her son. Johnny plowing the twins unconscious. It had gone on for more than a day and the stories were legendary. Now I was going to get to be a part of it!

After our late breakfast we all piled into Mom’s Bentley. It’s not as fun as the Corvette, but that doesn’t sit three as comfortably. I was stuck in the back while mom worked her hand between the gear-shift and the outline of Evan’s stupendous bulge, teasing him mercilessly as the rumbling engine jiggled our tits.

“Nggh, Mom, that feels really good but my balls are already so swollen!” he groaned.

She smirked and scooped a hand into his pants, clearly rubbing away at his overpacked scrotum.

“My poor big boys’ poor big boys.” Her tone was one of motherly concern even though her expression was that of a cock-eating shark.

“My POOR brother,” I joined in, moving unsafely to get my huge boobs grinding against the back of his head.

“Oh you guys are gonna fucking GET it,” Evan said through tightly clenched teeth.

“We certainly HOPE so!” Mom and I said in perfect coke-owing unison.

We arrived at Uncle Randy’s place all pretty worked up, I could feel a quiver in my clit that kept going long after the powerful engine had been shut off. His place looked normal enough from the outside, it was large with a huge bay window, some nice professional gardening out front and even a small tranquility fountain that babbled away on the lawn. Pausing to smile at mom and Evan I finally raised a hand to knock on the door.

________________________________________ (Johnny)

The knock signaled the end of a very pleasant morning. I’d woken up to getting my dick sucked, which was how I often woke up. Sometimes it was My mom. Sometimes it was one of my sisters (or both, they rarely let each other go solo on anything.) Sometimes it was my Aunt Roxy, though that was rare. As far as I was concerned there was no better way in the world to come out of sleep than feeling yourself halfway down a wet hot throat.

This particular morning it was Mom who was doing the sucking, she was slowly jacking my whopper in both hands while her mouth bobbed up and down on my cockhead. I groaned, “Yeah, fucking suck it, mom, I love how you worship this dick!”

Most girls did worship it, really. I was the lucky recipient of proper Johnson DNA, the incredible genetic collection of parts that made muscles come easy, sex last for hours, and above all, my penis beyond huge. Both me and my cousin Evan had the kinds of cocks that shattered the world of pornography, and both of us were just following in our father’s footsteps. I think dad’s a hair bigger than us, but you never know, we’re still young enough we might grow a little yet before we’re done, I’d always like to think I’d be able to take my old man eventually.

Speaking of Oedipus, my mom pulled off my cock, drooling a thick strand of slobber all over my shaft as she moved down to give each of my huge nuts a savoring, worshipful kiss.

“Mmm, morning to you too, mom,” I groggily said as I reached out a hand to paw at one of her enormous J-cup tits.

“Morning, baby. Where do you want to cum?” she asked as she licked up the slobber-trail she’d just left.

“Nnnngh, I hate to say it, but I don’t. Family orgy today and I don’t want to waste even a single load before it begins.

She pouted mockingly, “Awww, after all that work I just did?”

I shrugged, “Tell you what, I promise to save my first load for you. Where do you want it when I do?”

She thought about it a moment, “Half in my mouth, half in my face, baby.”

“You got it.”

“Such a respectful son.” Her giggle was light and tinkly. She gave my cockhead a goodbye kiss before sweeping her long blonde hair back and standing up, adjusting her tits a little before she treated me to an ass-wiggling exit from the room. Mom had always been a cock-tease, but she was a cock-pleaser too so it all balanced out in the end. Speaking of ends, hers was a delight to watch on its way through the door. There’s a reason the industry dubbed her simply enough: “Sexi Lexi”.

Finally I stretched and stood up, heading right to the bathroom to shower. I made it a cold one today, not wanting to knock over any furniture with my famously massive erection. I shook my head as I caught sight of it in the transparent reflection in the glass door of the bathtub,

“Dude, you’ve got a big dick,” I said. Not bragging, it was just the truth. I spread the soap all over the perfectly cut body I’d earned with hours in the gym and days in endless hardcore fuck-fests, I loved the feel of how much my biceps bulged, the way the water flowed into escort gaziantep kızlar different tributaries around my jacked-as-fuck abs, and the comforting stability of my thick-ass quads. My body was built to fuck, and I’d honed into an even more perfect sex-machine with every passing day. As my cock finally began to flag I reached down and cupped the meaty weight of my heavy ballsack, noting that the big boys were definitely heavier than usual, all in anticipation of finally getting to fuck her.

Her? My cousin, the unbelievable piece of ass that was coming to her and my first family “reunion” this year. Julie “GG Jizelle” Cooper had the firmest tits in the family for their size even if they weren’t quite as big as Aunties or Mom’s, and something about her just grabbed me more than any of the thousands of co-stars had so far. Now that she was contract free, it was time to show her what my big fucking cock did to hot pieces of ass like her. But, you know, in a loving kissing cousins sort of way.

I through on the button-up shorts I knew I wouldn’t be wearing long and a tee that hugged my muscles as I went downstairs to join everyone else. The twins were looking pretty hot with their yoga-pants and bikini-tops, both garments hugging every generous curve. I mean, in our family they actually had the tiniest tits to offer, but that still meant Maria and Andrea still had FF cups that blew almost everyone else on earth right the fuck out of the water. Add those crystal-blue eyes and that jet black hair and you might as well have cut the ribbon on a fucking boner-factory right there.

Lastly, sitting back in his big comfy recliner was the man himself, Randy Johnson. I could never stop being thankful this dude was my father, and while I hoped to one day surpass him as the world’s greatest porn star, I would never stop respecting him. The man could tear apart a hole in a way that would still take me years to master. When that knock at the door sounded, he was the one who stood up and let the Cooper family in.

I gave Evan some dab as we both sized each other up; he was a little older and I couldn’t help competing a little, but at the end of the day we’re pretty cool with each other. Still, I’m sure I’m the bigger stud. This was just going to be my first year to prove it.

Randy escorted them to sit on the big-ass couch (that couch has seen a lot action, trust me) and then we all took the different chairs and love seats to join them, the eight of us all kinda making little smalltalk. My eyes were on Julie and that sexy rack of hers, such whoppers I don’t think she was even wearing a bra under that halter and they still looked pushed up.

“So before we get started, I just wanted to make something clear,” Randy said. “This is a Johnson-Cooper family reunion. Now I know you all know that means we’re in for an intense fuck-fest the rest of the world can only watch and envy, but we have two newbies this year. Johnny, Julie, are you both REALLY sure you’re ready for this?”

I snorted, “‘course’.” Because it was obvious. Julie looked confused, “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?”

Randy stood up then, hooking his fingers through the belt-loops of his shorts, big mitts framing his big package, “Well you need to understand. Normally, when we all fuck out there in the industry like you guys have been doing the last couple of years, we hold back, right? If we didn’t, we’d break our co-stars and probably ruin their careers,”

“Not to mention their holes!” Evan cut in and I gave him an approving high-five.

“Yes, exactly. Now in this, NO one is going to hold back. This is going to be the longest, sweatiest, slobbery-est, ball-slappingest, ass-rippingest, cunt-killingest, gaggyest no-holds-barred slaughter-orgy that you all have ever been through. You might need more time. You might not be ready. You could leave here bruised and humiliated and drained because even though you’re both very impressive specimens of Johnson-Cooper DNA, you haven’t been at this as long as the rest of us and we could leave you in the dust. So I ask again: Are you ready?

I just nodded, but Julie surprised me,

“Ready to get your cock down my throat, uncle,” she said with a giggle. Even he looked surprised, who knew my little kissin’ cousin had grown into such a slut! This was gonna be a fun time. ________________________________________ (Julie) I couldn’t believe what I’d just said! From the looks on their faces, they couldn’t either, but shock was soon replaced by knowing glances and easy smiles.

“Come on, you know what I’m like, you’ve seen my work!” I said, trying to smooth things over a little more.

Then it was my turn to be surprised when Johnny shook his head, “Actually, cuz, I haven’t.”

I frowned, “Why not? Don’t you find me sexy?”

He shook his head again, “It’s not that. I didn’t want spoilers. Ever since you started working I realized you were just the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I’ve been dying for this day and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

The room was dead silent. Johnny seemed to realize what a fawning little speech he’d given and he blushed deep. I decided to rescue him from the awkward moment.

For a moment I thought I must have been a lot more embarrassed than I thought as a trickle of sweat rolled down my neck, but then I noticed drops beginning to bead on Evan’s biceps and Mom’s cleavage too.

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“Hey Matt, how is my favorite horny eighteen–year-old this morning?” Diana came up behind her son and wrapped her arms around him hugging him close as he was reaching up to pull the cereal from the closet. Her nipples pushed into his back. He was tall enough for her to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Well a bit more horny now thanks to you,” Matt placed the box on the counter and rested his hands on either side next to it.

Diana looked down at her chest pressed against her son’s back and jumped back. “Oops, what can I tell you, the girls have a mind of their own some times.”

Matt turned to look at Diana’s full breasts with their pink nipples. “So I keep hearing. You just got up; why are they hard already?”

“Oh just some creative toweling after my shower.”

She rubbed her palms across her nipples.

“You are in a grand mood this early in the morning; what’s up?”

“Hey it’s a beautiful day, and I have a list of things for us to do around the house to gear up for spring which should be coming before we know it.”

Diana was a sun bunny and had always loved anything to do with the sun and generally hibernated through the winter.

Matt gave a mock groan “Yeah like in a month and a half. How big a list?”

“Just some tightening, hammering, wiping, storing away and …” Diana trailed off as she watched the growing look of desperation on Matt’s face.

“Well, did you have any other plans today?”

Hesitantly came the “No not really.”

“Well alright then how about I let you assign the jobs between us, that way you can give me the jobs with the maximum wiggle potential?” to emphasize her point Diana shook her shoulders which caused a side to side sway of the rounded orbs on her chest.

“Hey the more you wiggle the less you can blame me for not getting anything done, remember” Matt pointed an accusing finger at the swaying breasts.

“So what will get me the most work out of you?” Diana asked exasperated.

“You expect me to think on an empty stomach? You do have spring fever – it’s clouded your judgment.”

Diana reached around and grabbed the cereal box and put it back in the cupboard. Again a breast pushed into Matt, the nipple poking his side.

“Tell you what; I’ll make pancakes so you can get a preview of the wiggle to come.”

Matt laughed and sat at the table “Wiggle away oh naked one.”

While Diana bent down to get the griddle out of the bottom cabinet she shook her butt as she said “wiggle, wiggle.”

Later, after much flipping and wiggling, the two sat to a hearty Sunday breakfast.

“So oh mighty muscular man of the house are you willing to help your poor old naked mother?”

“You know how a naked girl motivates me.”

Matt smiled at the sexy chuckle that came from his mother’s lips.

“So did you parade around the house naked for dad?”

“Not like this, but after certain bouts, one of which created you of course, we would dispense with getting redressed for the evening, or afternoon, or morning.” Diana smiled at the memory.

“So you guys were pretty wild huh?”

“I don’t think we were that outlandish. No worse than the rest of the neighborhood back then. We were in love, open-minded and loved to have fun.”

“So anal sex, masturbation performances, and talk of threesomes are pretty normal” Matt smirked as he held up his fingers and counted off, “am I missing any thing?”

Diana pointed a finger at her son, “Hey, the threesome was strictly fantasy material. I couldn’t help it if your father was an ass man. And besides, you are waaaaay too familiar with your mother’s ancient sex life, Buster. And Mr. Smarty pants, you forgot the quick surprise public flashes, creative use of the girls, and the photography sessions besides other things that I am not the kind of girl to dabble in and tell about, especially to a horny eighteen-year-old.” She stuck her tongue out at her son.

Matt’s eyes lit up as he pondered the new found knowledge.

“I know what will motivate me for a day of cruel slave labor.”

“Oh I can hardly wait to hear this one.”

“Now don’t get mad at me…”

Diana cut him off “You know you say that a lot lately.”

“Hey I’m horny; you’re naked; what do you expect?”

“Good point. So what form of debauchery has your twisted mind come up with that will stay within the boundaries?”

“Well, apparently, it’s nothing that you haven’t already done and only a little stretch past what we’ve done but yet, yes, it is still within the boundaries, oh cruel law enforcement officer.”

“Alright I’ll be daring. If I’ve done it and it stays within the boundaries I’ll do it. Oh crap, I don’t like the way your eyes just lit up.”

“Well, remember how I said not to get mad and remember how I am always horny and even though I have as you say a twisted mind you have enlightened me to things I never even knew where possible. And now I am going nuts with curiosity!”

“This lead up doesn’t bode well.”

“Okay here goes,” Matt’s eyes dropped to the table and he rushed on “I really escort blog want to see what anal sex looks like.”

Diana squeaked.

“WHAT!?! And just how is that not completely breaking the boundaries? You’d be touching me in places no son should ever touch.”

“No, no. Not with me,” Matt scrambled to explain.

Diana squeaked again, “What do you want me to do – grab some guy off the street – ‘excuse me sir will you have anal sex with me so I can satisfy my son’s curiosity’?!?”

“What? No, no. With your penis thing.”

“My penis thing? Oh that. With you watching? Why don’t you use the damned Internet like everyone else instead of your own mother?”

“Internet porn? That’s so phony.”

“I can’t believe you want to watch me use my vibrator on my own butt.”

“Actually, uh I’d really like to uh take some pictures.”

Diana’s mouth dropped wide open and she spluttered.

“Hey, you’ve done it with Dad; I’m not touching you; don’t hit me!”

Diana’s eyes were glazed as she shook her head “I’ve created a sex fiend. I don’t know what to think. Sure, it’s kind of within the boundaries but wow are we crossing some huge territory. If I say I have to think about it do I lose my work mate for the day?”

Matt figured it was time to get out of the room while he was still alive. “Even when you say no of course I’ll help you. I am actually relieved that you didn’t throw a plate at me or something. Just call me when you’re ready to work.”

Matt got up to fire up his computer for some quick play before his day was shot.

As Diana got up to think and clean up the kitchen once again the butterflies were swirling in her now full stomach.

When she finished she went into her room and sat on her bed still thinking. Shoving a seven-inch rubber penis into her own ass was not something a normal mother should do in front of her own son. Let alone the added element of him talking pictures as a record of the event. Diana wasn’t worried about what he would do with the photos. His honesty and discretion with the deal had earned her trust. The act however was practically full bore extremely kinky sex regardless of his lack of physical participation.

She really didn’t want to upset him. So what could she offer as a worthy substitute that stayed within the boundaries and didn’t simulate sex. Use the girls on him – too much contact. Let him take posed pictures sans dildo – surely not equal enough for his apparently twisted tastes. She had already masturbated in front of him, twice actually and even once with the dildo.

So much for no simulated sex she realized. She even had stuck her own finger in her ass during the last session. No wonder he was becoming an anal freak. She thought back to that very morning when she got the griddle out of the cabinet wiggling her ass at Matt. Way to pour some gasoline on that fire girl. She thought she had heard him groan. Boy was he just like his father.

She thought about all the anal bouts with David and felt a tingling in her backside.

She also thought about when Matt watched her have one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She remembered with a twinge of guilt that it was Matt’s name not David’s that came out of her lips.

While she really didn’t believe she was substituting Matt for his father, she had to admit the sexual buzz around the house since she dropped her clothes was a lot like her incredible time with David. And she now realized that she had missed that a lot.

She could think back to intimate times with David now without getting choked up. Crazy times. Wonderful times.

David hated to shop. So to make the experience bearable for him they had invented a simple game; while shopping David would challenge Diana to do five things and if she wouldn’t do one David won. If she did them all or couldn’t do one then she won. Sex forfeits were always the prize.

“Gee Di, if you’re so cold in the freezer section, maybe you should warm it up. Put your bra in the freezer,” David smirked waving a hand at the frozen dinner section. Diana pressed behind her through her cotton shirt to unsnap the bra and pulled it through an arm hole and then the other one. As David held the door open Diana tossed the garment in.

“You owe me a new bra, babe,” she turned and started to walk away.

“Mmm, mmm. Look at those hot buns. I think the panties need to go in the bakery department next.”

Diana stopped and looked over her shoulder, her long pony tail waved across the bottom of her spine “Is that a request or a challenge, sir?”

“What, worried the bakery is a little exposed for your exposure? Oh, it is a challenge babe.”

Diana stared at him eyes aglow as a smirk spread on her face.

“I’m sorry sir. This establishment only serves the freshest goods open to the fresh air.” As she walked away she flipped her short skirt up to reveal her panty-less ass. “Game, set, match to me lover boy,” Di called as she wiggled her butt before dropping the skirt and skipping around the corner of the gaziantep escort blogu aisle.

Hearing a commotion David turned to see a glaze-eyed smiling elderly gentleman getting punched in the arm by an angry looking old woman. David was stunned; Di had to have known that they were there. David sheepishly smiled, waved and ran pushing the half full cart after the sound of his wife’s laughter.

Diana smiled as she smoothed the folds on the comforter on her bed.

Eight years with no sex and I awaken a deranged sex fiend myself she thought. She never realized before how much she had changed since David’s death.

Well, David was a great, normal guy even with an anal obsession; it probably wouldn’t kill Matthew.

She decided to stop thinking so much and get back to living life to the fullest. Sadly, David’s death proved you never knew how long you had.

Shaking her head, she went into her bathroom and got a bottle of lotion. Next she went over to her dresser and found the digital camera in her purse and reached into her underwear drawer where right on the top lay her old rubber little friend that she had been getting reacquainted with quite often lately truth to be told.

She sat on her bed and thought about the whiskey bottle in the kitchen cabinet before deciding to forget it.

“I’m ready for you Matt.”

“Give me a second” came his answer.

She felt the pounding of her heart in her chest as she heard his door open and momentarily he stepped into her open door.

“What’s first on the list, oh cruel slave laborer?”

“Here, catch” Diana tossed him her camera as she scooted up onto the bed.

“First, you tell me how you want me.” Diana waved the lotion and penis at him.

“What? What do you mean?” Matt’s eyes bulged out.

“Lying on my back or on my hands and knees for example.”

“You mean there’s more than one way?”

“Oh no; I seem to get in trouble when I share my knowledge with you. On my back.” Diana laid flat, raised her legs to her chest, pushed her butt off the bed and opened her legs in a very unmotherly way. “Or on my hands and knees” Diana rolled over and got on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him. A little of her auburn hair from her short pixie hairstyle covered her eye giving her an even more sexy look to the excited teenager.

“Ah that way is fine.” Matt looked down at the small red camera in his hands. Not believing his luck he added “Now when we’re done I can download these to my computer, right?”

She kept her hair covered eye on him as her hand started to open the lotion, and she squeezed some onto her other hand, “Do I need to go over the rules for the very existence of those pictures.”

“Trust me, no one else will ever even know they exist.”

She ran her lotion covered hands around the penis. “You know that there really is no attractive way to do this right?”

“That’s what makes it so cool.”

“So says the one not getting anything shoved up his butt. Look, stuff like this is great between people who love each other and respect and trust each other. Which in a twisted, bizarre way is why it works for us I guess. But you need to remember that women are not pieces of meat or objects solely for your sexual gratification. We are emotional beings with feelings of our own. Always respect that and pay attention to that,” she dropped the dildo and squirted lotion back onto her hand.

“Stop, Mom. Look if you’re saying that you’re not comfortable doing this in any way. Please don’t do it. I never want you to do anything that you don’t want; no matter how much I think it is cool.”

“Thanks Matt. But I really am okay with this, God help me. You know, your hormones didn’t fall far from the tree because I am actually getting pretty worked up over this in a very, very good way.” The last almost purred out from Diana.

Matt could see that her face was turning a vibrant shade of scarlet. Again a hair covered eye peeked out at him as she spoke “Normally, the guy helps with the lubrication process; but that is so not happening buster. So that means your mother is about to stick her own fingers into her butt in order to spread lotion around – this is so not attractive or ladylike.”

“Does it help if I say that I promise to still respect you in the morning?”

Diana snorted a chuckle.

Matt watched as Diana indeed brought her hand around her back and slowly pushed a finger into her anus. She moved it around before bringing her other hand with the bottle up to the base of her spine squirting more lotion onto her fingers as she pushed a second finger in. Slowly a third was added before all four fingers were sawing back and forth making a lot of squishy sounds.

“Doesn’t that feel weird or hurt?” Matt asked.

Diana shook her head, her hair waving back and forth close to her face. “Anal is really a matter of preference mostly. It’s really hard to describe. When you first experience it, it can hurt and a lot if not done carefully. When you have gaziantep escort sitesi your own girlfriend and if she is inexperienced you need to progress slowly and with precautions like lots of lotion.’

She smiled at the sight of her eager son nodding his head vigorously from over her bare shoulder.

“Your dad was very much an anal freak so it became a very regular routine of our fun. I honestly quite grew to love it myself. It feels full in an odd, pleasant kind of way. Knowing it brought him so much joy it added to my own pleasure quite a lot. That’s how love between close couples works. It is very mental as well.”

“I love you and knowing it brings you so much pleasure like it did for your father just adds to the positive feeling for me. Trust me, I’m going to enjoy this every bit as much as you. So enough talking, it’s show time.”

Diana pulled her fingers out and brought her hand in front of her to grab the dildo, her thumb flicking the switch on the base. Matt could see her ass still open as a black hole in the middle of a small area of brown next to her soft white skin.

Diana held the tip against the opening. She looked up at her son who stood gaping open mouthed behind her, hands to his side. “Ah excuse me, Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my close up.”

“What?”

“Just use the damn camera Sherlock.”

Diana waited until Matt had the camera at his face before she slowly pushed the seven inch shaft into her anus.

“Ung. I am so out of practice. Remember what I told you, when you have anal sex with a girl for the first time, you need to go slowly when you do this as it does feel uncomfortable at first,” Diana said this through clinched teeth. “Without lubrication, it can hurt like hell.”

She paused with half the shaft sticking out of her butt. She could hear the soft click of the camera. She slowly pushed in again until only the black base stuck out.

“We’re going to unh let that sit for a moment.” She wiggled her butt at Matt. She looked at him and watched him as he moved around clicking the camera that remained pointed at her backside.

Finally, her hand pulled then pushed the dildo slowly back and forth. The clicks of the camera came more often now.

“So, enjoying the show, my son with the incredibly perverted imagination?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, well back in the day, your father and I had to use a bigger camera that only took still shots, no video. Don’t even ask how we got the pictures developed until we could afford a Polaroid camera,” Diana said all this as she slowly increased the speed of the plunging fake penis in her ass.

“Video? Shit.”

Diana laughed her throaty laugh as she watched her son fumble with the camera. She laid her head down and started to strongly push the vibrator into her ass. Her breathing started to get raspy and Matt watched as more and more spasms coursed through her body.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh FUCK” Diana screamed and fell onto the bed her whole body shaking. She brought her hands up to rest on either side of her head. As she lay prone the muscles of her ass slowly pushed the dildo up until it oozed out of her ass and rolled off her onto the bed. Matt could see his mother’s flushed asshole clench and open repeatedly.

“Cool,” Matt cooed switching to a zoom setting.

Diana figured what he was excited about “Yuck, Gross.” But the newly released unbridled exhibitionist in her caused her to drag her knees up and push her butt up and spread wide before Matt and the camera. A throaty “Wiggle, wiggle” came from the mass of hair that was all that was visible of her head. After one final wiggle she curled over onto her side, her arm spread across her scarlet breasts, smiling as he switched the camera back to stills and took one final picture.

Her sweat stained face smirked up at her son “You so owe me an entire day of complaint-free work Buster.”

His rapidly retreating form yelled back “Sure Mom, after I finish ahh downloading the pictures.”

She stretched her body out on the bed. Good, that means she could relax a while before another shower and work time.

She saw the humming vibrator next to her. She reached out and grabbed it and held it up flicking it off.

She stared at the fake penis.

She saw herself looking up into the eyes of David above her. Her hands held onto his shoulders as he pushed himself into her, the insides of her legs pressed against the outside of his. She felt the spark of electricity course through her body making her sob, “Oh David.” He held still waiting for her. Finally he gently rolled his hips again moving inside her. She knew instantly what he wanted when he pulled back and out of her leaving a cool flush of air to gush into the void. He held still again as she compressed her stomach rolling her backside toward him. She reached her hand down to guide his hard flesh into her smaller hole before him. With a hissing sigh he glided his flesh into her ass. She wrapped her legs around his ass and her arms around his back and neck drawing herself off the bed and into his very flesh. They both lost all sense of where one stopped and the other began. He pushed and pulled through her body; jabs of tingling electricity again soared through her body crashing into her heart. Push; pull; push; pull. She felt the tremble start in his stomach and race through the rest of his body as his penis spasmed inside of her.

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I was spooned against my mother’s back when I woke up a few hours later. Carol was gone, presumably, back to her own bed. I could feel my limp cock nestled against Mom’s ass. She was breathing evenly, deeply asleep. I had one arm draped over her and she had it pulled snugly against her chest. Even though I was exhausted, the feel of my naked mother, completely relaxed in my arms, made my cock begin to stiffen.

The bedside lamp was still on. I moved as carefully as I could to turn it off but leaning across Mom roused her. She snuggled against me without opening her eyes. “Do you want to fuck me?” she muttered.

I tried not to snicker. She asked so matter-of-factly, as if asking me if I wanted a glass of water. Half asleep, she was tending to her child and accommodating her lover at the same time.

“Later,” I whispered as I snapped off the light and fell back. Mom rolled over and snuggled against me, resting her head on my chest and flattening her tits against my ribs. She draped one of her legs over one of mine and curled it until her thigh was pressing against my balls. She cuddled closer, pressing her pussy against my hip.

“Whenever you want, baby,” she mumbled as she kissed my chest and drifted back to sleep.

She was already up by the time I dragged myself out of bed in the morning. It was early enough that she and Carol should both still be home. I pulled on a t-shirt and the shorts my mother had stripped off me the night before.

The door to Mom’s room was open and I glanced in as I passed. She was standing at her dresser going through her jewelry box. She smiled when she saw me in the mirror.

“Can you snap this for me?” she asked, holding out a bracelet. My throat went dry and my cock was pointing straight up by the time I crossed the room to where she was standing.

She was dressed in a lacy pink bra and matching panties. The satin bra was built more for support than coverage. It cradled her tits without squeezing them, leaving the generous amount of flesh free to move with her every step. The cups were cut so low they barely covered her nipples. I doubted she could bend over without spilling out.

I’d never seen panties like the ones she was wearing. The waistband was sheer lace, probably two inches wide and riding high on her hips. The panties themselves were satin and barely covered her. I could see her ass in the mirror as she turned to face me. The v-shaped fabric covered her trim butt like a bikini. It was much sexier than a thong since it highlighted and accentuated the graceful curve of her backside instead of simply blatantly revealing it. Mom knew the power of leaving something to the imagination. She was an experienced tease.

The most impressive part of the outfit, however, was the garter belt. I’ve never seen a real woman in stockings before. I’ve always thought they were sexy in magazines and videos but to have my own mother standing inches away from me wearing a frilly white garter belt and sheer stockings was breathtaking. Her high heels made the muscles in her legs stand out. Mom’s always had great legs, but seeing them incased in some of the sexiest lingerie on the planet had my cock pounding.

I took the bracelet from her while she pressed her other hand against my chest, offering up her wrist. The scent of her perfume had me reeling. It was difficult to concentrate on closing the clasp while looking down at her tits slowly rising and falling with every breath. Her massaging motions and coy smile didn’t make it any easier.

“You look fantastic,” I muttered, fumbling with the catch. I took my time, in no hurry to end our contact.

“Thank you,” she breathed. “I haven’t worn these things in a long time. The fabric feels so good against my skin. I feel like a sexy little kitten. It’s like I have my own little secret. It’s fun to spend the whole day dressed like this with no one knowing.” With the bracelet finally locked, she dragged her fingernail down my chest. “Except you, of course.”

She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling herself tightly against me. “Are you going to be thinking of me today while you’re in class?” she asked softly.

“Absolutely,” I answered. “I probably won’t be able to think of anything else.”

She smiled brightly as she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips against my ear. “I’ll be thinking of you too,” she breathed. She flicked my earlobe with her tongue. “And how I’m going to suck your cock tonight when I get home.”

My knees nearly buckled as she ground her taut belly against my cock. “You better go get some coffee before you make me late for work,” she whispered. She kissed my throat as she settled back on to her heels. “If you don’t get out of here, I’m going to fuck you right now.”

My cock had barely receded as I sat at the kitchen table. Mom walked in dressed for work. She was wearing a green dress that I’d seen a hundred times before. It came to just above her knees but I couldn’t help thinking about the bare thighs that lay above her stockings. There escort bayan gaziantep was something extremely erotic about knowing she was dressed like a lingerie model underneath her conservative work clothes. I wondered how many other women I encountered during the day were doing the same thing. The contrast between the hot babe I’d been cuddling a few minutes ago and the professional woman standing before me was incredible. The people in Mom’s life had no idea who they were dealing with.

“You know,” she said, absently, “something occurred to me while I was getting dressed.

“What’s that?”

“Since I just took my shower, this is the cleanest I’m going to be all day.”

I looked at her stupidly, not understanding what she was driving at. I knew for a fact she usually took another shower every evening after work.

“All of me is the cleanest it’s going to be all day,” she hinted. I still didn’t get it.

She rolled her eyes and lifted the hem of her dress, working her hands underneath it. I could see her garters and stocking tops as she began rocking her hips from side to side. Her panties soon appeared. She worked them down her legs and stepped daintily out of them. She picked them up and began folding them absently.

“If someone wanted to lick any part of me, right now would be a good time to do it,” she said, pointedly.

The light finally dawned. “I do,” I volunteered.

Mom smiled. “You do? What part of your mommy do you want to lick, baby?” She moved to stand beside me. Running her fingers through my hair, she tossed her panties on the table.

Even though my mom had used some pretty graphic language the night before, I wasn’t sure she wanted me to. “Between your legs,” I mumbled.

Mom moaned at the idea. “That’s my pussy, baby. Do you want to lick Mommy’s pussy?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Say it,” she breathed. She bent down, pressing her forehead against mine. She rested her hand on my thigh. “Tell Mommy what you want and you can have it.” She ran her tongue across my lips.

“I want to lick your pussy,” I whispered.

“Ooh,” she sighed. “You want to lick Mommy’s pussy? Do you want Mommy to lie on the table and pull her dress up like a nasty little slut so you can lick her sweet little pussy?” My cock throbbed at her lewd suggestion.

“Yeah, Mom,” I answered, boldly. “Lay down so I can eat your pussy.”

She moaned and slowly stretched one leg across my lap, making sure to drag her stocking across my bare skin. She had her ass resting on the edge of the table with her crotch only inches from my face. “Push my dress up, baby,” she breathed. “Take what you want. Make Mommy your slut.”

I put my hands on her thighs and began working the dress up to her waist. Her pussy was framed by her stockings and garters and glistened with moisture. She leaned back on her elbows as I kissed her milky thigh.

“Oh, baby,” she hissed. “That’s so good. You’re making Mommy so hot.”

I ran my tongue up her thigh to her hip and kissed it gently. “You smell so good, Mom,” I breathed. “Your pussy smells like roses.” She had teased me with her questions last night. Now it was my turn. “Do you want me to lick your pussy, Mommy?” I moved my lips closer and gave her another light, teasing kiss, making small circles with my tongue.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. “Yes, baby. Mommy wants you to lick her little pussy.” Her breathing was becoming ragged. “I was thinking about you when I washed it this morning. I was thinking how good it would feel to have my baby lick my hot pussy.”

I moved my hand further up her thigh, squeezing it tightly. “Did you like having my cock in your pussy last night?”

It dawned on me why my mother had been asking me the same kind of questions last night. The verbal foreplay was every bit as stimulating as the physical. My words were having as much of an effect on her as hers had on me the night before. The anticipation was as delicious as the act. The fact that we were mother and son only made it more exciting.

“Did you like the way I fucked you last night?” I asked, growing bolder. “Did you like having your little boy’s cock inside you?” I felt her shudder as I called myself her little boy.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Only you’re no little boy. You’re Mommy’s man now. You’re Mommy’s lover. I loved having your cock inside me. I love the way my baby fucked me with his big, hard cock.” She laced her fingers in my hair. “Please, baby. Please lick Mommy’s pussy.”

“All right, Mommy,” I answered, letting my breath play across her lips. “I’ll eat your pussy like a good boy. I want to taste my mommy’s juices. Is your pussy wet?”

Mom had one hand on her tits, squeezing her nipples through her dress. “It’s so wet, baby. You’ve got Mommy all wet.”

I slid my tongue through her sparse patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. She had only a thin strip of hair directly above her slit. I kissed one side of her mound and then the other before flicking bayan gaziantep escort my tongue across the lips, barely grazing them. She grunted at my teasing touch.

“Oh, God,” she gasped. “Please, baby. Mommy will do anything you want. Just please lick my pussy.”

“Oh,” I chuckled. “Anything? You’ll be a slutty mommy? Will you wear sexy things for me everyday? You’ll be my sexy little kitten?”

“Yes, baby. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be your slut. I’ll be your little fuck toy.”

I pressed my lips against her labia and moaned, sending vibrations through her. “What a good Mommy you are,” I breathed, kissing her pussy. “You smell so good and you taste so good.” I licked lightly at her lips. “You’re so wet, Mommy. You’re pussy tastes like honey.”

I stiffened my tongue and slid it up her slit, just letting it flick her stiffening clitoris. I felt her fingers clinch in my hair as she tried to pull me tighter. “Oh, God,” she groaned. “Lick me, sweetheart. Lick Mommy’s little pussy. You’re making Mommy feel so good, baby. Please put your tongue in Mommy’s pussy.”

I let my tongue slide between her throbbing lips. “Does Mommy want her little boy to fuck her with his tongue?” I held my head still while I teased her. She was beginning to writhe on the table.

“Should I stick my tongue in your pussy, Mommy?” I asked her between kisses. “Do you want to feel my tongue slipping in and out of your pussy?” Leaning forward, I pressed my mouth over her mound while I drove my tongue deeper. I could feel her clit pounding. Mom was gasping for breath as I lapped at her dripping pussy.

“Watch me Mom. Look at your baby licking your hot pussy. Do you like the way your son eats you? Do you like having your pussy in my mouth?”

“Yes, baby,” she panted. “That’s it. Stick your tongue in Mommy’s pussy and lick it. Make Mommy your slut, baby. You’re so good to me. You treat me just like I want. Use me, baby. You make me feel so sexy. Make Mommy your sexy little toy.” She was grinding her pussy against my face as I moved my lips to her clitoris and began sucking it.

I slid both thumbs to the edges of her pussy and pulled it open while continuing to caress her thighs. “Your pussy’s so sweet,” I muttered. “I love the taste of your Mommy juices.” I drove my tongue deeper and moaned. I could feel the vibrations traveling through her.

“Cum for me, Mommy,” I breathed. “Let me see my slutty Mommy cumming.” I bit her clit lightly and then slathered it with my tongue. She began shuddering.

“That’s it Mommy,” I breathed, lapping at her clit. “Cum for your little boy. I want to see my mommy cumming while I lick her hot little pussy.” I took her clitoris between my teeth for a moment, causing her to gasp. “You taste so good. Your pussy is so sweet. I want to lick it everyday,” I groaned.

“Oh my God,” she moaned. “I’m cumming, baby. You’re making Mommy cum with your tongue. You’re such a good lover, baby. You’re more than Mommy can stand. Oh, God.”

She fell backwards on the table shivering. Her entire body flinched and contracted as her orgasm thundered through her. She was writhing so hard I thought she was going to throw herself off the table.

It took her more than a minute to get her breath back. I continued licking, kissing and stroking her thighs as she panted and moaned. I worked my hands underneath her and gave her firm butt a loving squeeze. She finally pushed me back and sat up again. Her eyes were glazed.

“Oh my God,” she groaned. “That was so intense. Where did you learn to treat a woman like that? I can’t believe how good you are.” She leaned forward and took my smiling face in both hands. “You’re such a good lover,” she breathed as she kissed me lightly, tasting her pussy juice on my lips. “You made Mommy very happy but I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a few minutes.”

We sat, smiling happily at each other, while she got her strength back. Gentle kisses accompanied her recovery. When she was finally able to stand up she made a show of putting her panties back on, turning her back to me and pulling them tight against her smooth ass. She pressed her hand firmly against the front of them and moaned before lowering her skirt and smoothing it against her legs.

“Let me suck your cock, baby,” she breathed, pushing my legs apart and stroking my hard on.

“You’ll be late for work,” I answered, arrogantly.

“I don’t care.” She sank to her knees and began tugging at my waistband. “Please let me suck your cock. I want to feel it in my mouth.”

Having realized the joy of teasing and the thrill of anticipation, I decided to use my newfound power, even though my cock was pounding. “It will feel even better tonight,” I answered, pushing her hand away. “I want you to be good and hungry when you get home.”

Mom groaned. “Please, baby,” she begged. “Just let me make you cum. I want to taste it. Don’t you want to fuck Mommy’s mouth?”

“Tonight,” I answered.

She gaziantep bayan escort made a face as she stood up. “You’re so mean,” she pouted. “Now I’m going to be thinking about my baby’s cock all day and how much I want it. You’re going to make your mommy have wet panties all day.” She gave me one more kiss before turning away.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her little girl petulance.

“Where’s Carol?” I asked, trying to keep from jumping my mom where she stood.

“She left early.” Mom rummaged in her purse, looking for her keys. “She’s having a hard time with all of this. She’s embarrassed and frustrated.

“She still thinks it’s just a matter of willpower. She’s like an alcoholic who hasn’t admitted yet that she doesn’t have any control over her disease.”

This was my heaviest class day. That’s probably fortunate since it kept me so busy I didn’t have time to obsess about my mother and sister. The drudgery of yet another lecture was interrupted in the afternoon when Mom sent a picture of herself from the waist down to my cell phone. She was sitting on the edge of a desk with her legs crossed. There was just a hint of her stocking top showing.

The guy sitting next to me in class saw it and asked who she was. “My mo… girlfriend,” I answered.

“Lucky bastard,” he grunted and went back to taking notes.

Didn’t I know it.

I was surprised to find Carol fuming on the couch when I got home after class. She was still wearing the denim skirt and tank top that I assumed she’d worn to school. Having seen Mom in stockings this morning, I guessed my sister was wearing pantyhose since the skirt was too short to cover any garters, especially when she had her legs crossed like now. She was kicking the top leg a mile a minute causing the muscles in her thigh to contract and relax. She had her arms folded under her boobs, pressing them upward.

“We need to talk,” she snapped. She was clearly pissed. I wasn’t sure why.

“Okay.” I tossed my keys into the bowl by the door and sat down next to her. She shifted away from me. “What’s the matter?”

Her eyes blazed. “You know damn well what the matter is.”

I wasn’t about to fall for that one. “Sorry. I can’t read minds.”

“You keep fucking me.”

“You keep asking me to.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to. How am I supposed to get over this if you keep fucking me?”

“Mom says you’re not going to get over it.”

“Not if you keep fucking me. I need to stop cold turkey.”

“So stop.”

We were practically nose-to-nose. I couldn’t believe I was arguing with her about her begging me to fuck her. The anger that had been fueling her suddenly ran out. She collapsed into tears.

“I can’t,” she sobbed. She leaned into me, pressing her face against my shoulder.

“I can’t stand it,” she moaned. “It’s all I think about. I fight it as hard as I can but then I break down.” She sat up, wiping her eyes. “It’s like trying to will yourself not to blink. You can do it for a little while but sooner or later you’re going to have to give in and you know it.

“It gets so bad that I have to do something. I keep playing with myself, hoping that if I make myself cum I’ll stop thinking about it. But it doesn’t work. It just makes it worse. What am I going to do?” she sobbed.

I didn’t want to see my little sister in tears, but I didn’t know how to help her. She buried her face in my shoulder while I stroked her hair and tried to comfort her. “Why don’t you get another boyfriend? I’m sure there are lots of guys in school who want to take you out.”

“Don’t you think I’ve thought of that?” she sniffed, slapping my shoulder. “I’m horny, not stupid.”

“So?”

“It’s not the same.”

“The same as what?” I was genuinely confused. It seemed like a simple enough solution to me.

Carol hesitated. She at up and dabbed her eyes before lowering her head. I felt like we were finally getting to what was really bothering her.

“It’s not the same as with you,” she mumbled.

Of all the answers she could have given, that was the one I least expected.

“Even when I’m with another guy, I’m thinking of you,” she muttered. “It’s not right for a girl to think of her brother that way.” She finally looked up at me and shrugged. Her eyes were red and still teary.

“You’re the one I want to be with and that’s wrong. I fantasize about fucking you and that drives me crazy. Then, when I finally give in and do it, I feel guilty. Then, a day later I’m right back to wanting to fuck you again. Mom was right. I have to fuck. But you’re the only one I want to fuck and that’s killing me.”

I didn’t know how to respond. She had a point. What we had done, at least in our culture, is taboo. Mom and I had managed to get over society’s restrictions but, clearly, Carol hadn’t. I don’t know if we were more pragmatic than her and saw a happy solution to a physical problem or if we were just more perverse.

“When I came downstairs naked the other night, don’t you think I knew what I was doing?” Carol asked. “Why do you think I was so out of control? It wasn’t because I missed Dave. It was because I wanted you and it was driving me crazy. I keep wanting the one man in the world that I can’t have. I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time. I still do. That’s why I’m mad. There are thousands of guys out there that I could fuck. Why are you the only one I want?”

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When Casey awoke, she instantly realised she was naked, and groped around automatically for a gown or her pyjamas. Then she remembered that wasn’t allowed today. She had to stay naked until tomorrow evening. She rolled over to find Greg was still where she left him the night before. She watched him sleeping and enjoyed having a cover over her body for what might be the last time for the next two days.She looked at her phone and saw it was just on seven a.m. Dammit. If they were going to leave by seven-thirty it was time to get moving, and fast.Casey couldn’t believe she was actually going to go through with it, but she also knew she didn’t have the choice not to. That would have far worse consequences than a few strangers seeing her naked. She felt so odd being nude right now even in her own house. What would it be like outside amongst fully clothed people going about their business? She also realised Greg hadn’t got a good look at her yet, and he might be revolted seeing what she actually looked like in the light of day.Time to wake him up.She rolled over onto her stomach to try to delay letting him see her body and her ghastly protruding labia minora just a little longer and started pushing him in the shoulder.“Wake up, sleepy head. Gotta get going. What do you want for breakfast?”Greg opened his eyes and took stock of his surroundings for a few moments. Then he smiled and pulled Casey close to him and began kissing her.“Eww dragon breath!” Casey protested, feigning disgust. “Okay, I’m gonna take a shower. Then I suggest you do. We need to get going if we want to beat the crowds.”“Yeah, that’s fine. I can be ready in about ten minutes. Oh crap, I better text my mum to let her know I’m okay.”“You can do that?” asked Casey. “My mum would have me drawn and quartered if I didn’t go home one night and didn’t tell her where I was.””Yeah, it’s not unusual for me to stay out, and she’s used to me. I may technically still be in high school, but I’m an adult now that I’m getting my diploma,” he explained. “Now, let’s have a look at my cute little nudist.””No!” Casey protested, and then ran out of the room before he could grab her and see her clearly. Remembering the stubble problem caused by her fair skin and rapidly growing dark hair, she wanted the chance to at least shower and shave again before that happened. If she had to have a shaved pussy, she didn’t want it to look untidy like she didn’t care about her appearance.She locked the bathroom door behind her so he couldn’t follow, and then took care of business. Afterwards, she went to wrap a towel around her body and then realised she was being silly and hung it up again.When she got to her room, she discovered Greg wasn’t there anymore. She assumed he must have gone downstairs already, so she took a deep breath and headed down to find him.Oh my God, I feel so weird walking around naked. What’s it going to be like when I walk outside like this?“Did you find the coffee and something to eat?” she asked, trying to appear as normal as possible.“I found the coffee. Not sure where the cornflakes are yet,” Greg replied, trying his best not to stare at the naked girl in the room with him.“Top shelf. Pantry,” Casey pointed out to him.Greg looked where she pointed in an effort to be polite and try to look at something other than her. Her beauty literally took his breath away and he so desperately wanted to drink it in, but he didn’t want to do anything that might make him seem escort bayan anything less than a gentleman.Casey went over near him to make herself a coffee too.“We better put that tattoo on too,” Greg reminded her.“Oh shit, yes,” Casey responded. “I almost forgot. I’ll go get it.”My head is such a mess! Imagine if I walked out of here without that!They quickly read the instructions on the back which said to wet it first. Casey held her arm out on the table while Greg applied it and held it down, then peeled off the backing paper and they checked it out.“Well, I couldn’t pick that from the real deal,” Greg decided.“We better hope not, or this day is going to get a lot more interesting than I expected, real fast,” Casey replied.“You’ll be fine. If it comes to it, I’ll bust you out of the hands of any cops and do a runner with you.”Casey laughed.“Okay, do you need a shower?” Casey asked.“Yeah, I s’pose. I’ll just be a minute.”Casey used the time Greg was in the shower to put the money, the shopping list, and her phone into a small purse, and then slipped on a pair of fairly new runners with some anklet socks. Being naked was one thing. Standing on broken glass or spilled substances was quite another. She felt sure the blackmailer would be okay with it. It wasn’t like she was covering anything important, which she felt was the main point of the exercise for him. He wanted to humiliate her because it gave him a boner, and she was determined not to let him see her react that way. She then took a moment to take some big breaths to try to calm her racing heart. She checked and rechecked the tattoo and looked out the window at least a dozen times to see if any neighbours might be about. She was pleased to see that her street seemed to be still asleep, and hoped Greg hurried up before that changed.Ding.“selfie”Jesus, already?She quickly took the shot and texted it back.Ding.“What time are you leaving?”Why does he care as long as I get it done?“Very soon.”Greg reappeared dressed in his clothes from the day before, and with wet uncombed hair. Casey thought it must be great to be a guy. A five-minute shower and they were good to go, without spending ages with a hairdryer and a makeup case.He hasn’t even dried himself properly. Eww!“Ok let’s do this!” Casey announced, breathing in and out deeply one last time as she mustered all her strength to step out through the door.“Yes, let’s do it!” Greg repeated reassuringly. He was amazed his date could be doing a thing like this. He’d never known a girl like her.Once outside, she nervously looked up and down the street to make sure no one was looking. If she thought it felt strange to walk around inside her house naked, it didn’t hold a candle to this. She practically ran to Greg’s car but then to her horror found it was locked. She frantically looked back at Greg and briefly considered running back to the relative safety of the house.“Oh, sorry,” Greg responded as he reached into his pocket and hit the car’s remote control.Casey had the passenger door open the moment the alarm chirped. She quickly sat inside and closed the door again before breathing a sigh of relief. However, after feeling the upholstery on her bare buttocks, she remembered the involuntary response that humiliation tended to induce in her nether regions and being naked in this boy’s car on her way to being nude in public was humiliating beyond anything she’d ever experienced.Oh escort bayanlar my God, I’ll probably leave a wet patch on his seat! Fuck!“Hold on a moment,” she instructed as she reluctantly opened the car door again and ran back to the house.Greg looked on amused as she quickly ducked back inside to grab a towel which she laid on her seat.“Okay, let’s go!” Casey directed as she sat back down and buckled up.The engine rumbled to life, and they were soon on the motorway to Stocksgate.“So where are we going?” Greg asked.Casey pulled out the shopping list with the address.“Um… it’s a chain supermarket inside a place called Southern Meadows Shopping Centre. Grey Street towards the southern end,” Casey replied.“I think I know the place,” Greg responded. “Well, I know where Grey Street is anyway. I’m sure we’ll find it from there.”“You don’t want me to look it up on MAPS for you?”“Nah, we’ll be fine.”Casey tried to take her mind off what she was about to do and instead thought about having sex with Greg the night before.I’m a woman now! Oh my God, he sucked my labia. How embarrassing! Although, if he sucked them, then he can’t have been too disgusted, right? And he didn’t bolt this morning after seeing me in the light of day…She tried to find a subtle way to ask him, but then decided she’d just come straight out with it.“Um… Greg…”“Yes, Casey?”“Last night… Um… When you went down on me. You didn’t notice anything unusual about me?”“What do you mean, Casey?”“Um… Like I have a lot more going on down there than most girls have?”“Oh. Err… Um… I think I know what you mean. No. Let me put it to you like this. We live in the age of the Internet, and a young man gets the opportunity to see naked ladies in all shapes, sizes, and colours. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before. I kinda like it in fact. Kind of a lot in fact. I don’t suppose you’d mind pulling over for a while? I got kind of an uncomfortable stirring going on right now with a beautiful naked girl in my car talking about me eating her beautiful pussy.”Casey gently slapped him and smiled.Well, at least he does seem to like it, assuming he’s telling the truth and isn’t just being polite, or that most other people wouldn’t still think I’m a total freak show.Eventually, they arrived on Grey Street and were looking for the Southern Meadows sign. Once it came into view and they drove into the car park, Greg found a spot close to the supermarket section where she wouldn’t have far to walk to the entry. He turned off the engine and Casey suddenly found she couldn’t move her legs. She was naked, in a car, miles from home. Could this really be happening? Could she actually be about to step outside and walk across the car park, and then in through the front door? It was just past eight-thirty p.m. and there were already a lot of people about. Old people, young people, mothers with children. Children! And all of them were about to see her naked with a shaved pussy and her dangly labia on full display!C’mon Casey. Just get it done! Remember you’re a registered nudist with the tattoo and everything as far as anyone knows. Just walk like you’re not doing anything out of the ordinary. Don’t try to cover anything. Just act normal and walk!Greg came around to her door, opened it and held out his hand like a gentleman. Casey still wasn’t ready, but she took his hand and allowed him to lift her out into the bayan escort sunlight. To say she felt nervous would be an understatement. Her eyes looked around in a mad panic as she felt heat flushing her cheeks. Her knees threatened to give out and she put her hand on the roof of the car to steady herself.What the fuck is wrong with me? This won’t do. The only way I’m going to get through this is to be practical. I’m here for a reason. I have a job to do. Shopping has to be done. Things have to be put into the trolley and paid for. That’s what I’m here for. Don’t think about being naked. Put that out of your mind, Casey. You’re registered. You’re legal. People expect you to be comfortable with it so make sure that’s what they see. Just get this done.Suddenly she remembered it had to be recorded, so she got out her phone and handed it to Greg.“Ok Okay record me. I want everything. Good and bad. Don’t miss a thing,” she instructed.“Your wish is my command, milady,” he replied, smiling reassuringly.Casey took a deep breath.“Okay, let’s do this!”And with that, she closed the door behind her and stepped out into the open car park.She took the first few steps. No one had noticed her so far. Hopefully, it stayed that way. Another few steps and she’d made it almost halfway to the door, but then she could see that some people off to her right had stopped to stare.That’s okay, Casey. This was going to happen. Just keep going and get this over with.She made it to the automatic doors, and they opened, but then she heard a clicking noise behind her. She turned around to look for its source and came face to face with a man staring openly at her and taking pictures with his phone!“Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. “A real-life nudist, and a pretty one at that. We don’t see that sort of thing around here very often.”“I should hope not!” a woman added, probably his wife, who then physically began pushing the man away. He was unable to take his eyes off the pretty naked girl in front of him as he reluctantly ceded to his wife’s goading.“Excuse me,” came another male voice behind her.Casey turned and it was a security guard! White-faced and unable to speak, she could only hold up her tattooed wrist to show him.“Sorry, ma’am. As you were.”The tattoo had passed! One problem down.Now Casey needed a trolley. She found the trolley corral and put her purse into one as she was instructed to do, and then pulled out the shopping list.Let’s see now. A banana, a carrot, a cucumber, some cereal, a loaf of bread, some salsa, a bag of boiled lollies, a frozen pizza, a small carton of milk, some chicken wings, a bottle of coke. This stuff is all over the place! I’ll have to go down every aisle!With her mind spinning with what she was doing, she surveyed the shop layout and set off to find the items. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Greg filming her.For God’s sake, don’t miss anything, Greg. The last thing I need is to piss this guy off after going through all this.Everything felt surreal. She almost felt like she was watching herself from somewhere far away. She tried hard to project forward to when she would be back in Greg’s car again. Even better, back at home. Even better than that, back at home wearing clothes again like a normal person.Robotically, she continued collecting the items and putting them in the trolley, all the while conscious of the people stopping and staring at her with stunned expressions and gaping mouths all around.“Why doesn’t she have any clothes on, Mummy?”“Not very buxom, is she? No pubes either. Is she old enough to be doing this?”“That is one of the most perfect asses I have ever seen.”“Should someone tell her she seems to have forgotten something?”“Good for you, love. More young ladies could take a page out of your book.”

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A fictional account, but inspired by a girl I once knew who lived a very different life to ‘the norm’.

All characters are over eighteen.

*****

My lover arrived at 2pm, she was greeted by my wife with a kiss on the cheek and then my wife left. She uses these occasions to go visit with our son or one of our daughters, leaving me to have my ‘private time’.

After my wife went through the menopause she was a slightly changed lady, she still enjoyed our sex life together but her needs and likes and dislikes had altered, she sometimes complained of pain. Before her menopause my wife enjoyed sex three or more times a week, and there were very few restrictions on what we did, nowadays she enjoys vanilla sex about once a month, she likes and needs no more.

After a year or so of that situation we mutually agreed that I was in need of more than she was happy or willing to give, so we agreed on a lover. The arrangement was simple, every couple of weeks or so, at a time convenient to all, my wife would go out and I was free to fulfil my every whim and desire as long as I withheld nothing about my relationship with my lover from her. It had worked out very well, we were all very happy.

I am sixty years old, my lover thirty six, she does everything my wife used to do, and more. She is young, beautiful and very, very willing.

I had taken my Viagra pill before my wife left, in fact she had reminded me to take it, I had a shower and slowly masturbated as my lover took a bath. My lover likes to take a bath when she visits me , often calling to me to ‘scrub her back’. She did so on this occasion, and as I entered the bathroom my now totally erect cock stuck out from my bathrobe.

“Mmm, I like the look of that!”

Opening my bathrobe fully I showed off my seven inch penis, not the super stud size you see in porn films but plenty big enough to satisfy my young lover.

The smile on her face followed by her open mouth indicated what she wanted, I leant forwards and she took me into her gaping mouth.

I love this, she licks and sucks me as she arches her back a little to raise herself up out of the water so that I can observe her rubbing herself, masturbating for my benefit.

This is something we both enjoy, watching each other masturbating, and often doing it to each other, the intimacy is what seems to excite us both, doing something normally so private is a huge turn on for both of us.

When I get the first feeling of an impending orgasm I pull back, it wouldn’t do to come too soon, the afternoon is just getting started.

I leave the bathroom as I am told to “Give me five minutes” and go along to the living room to wait.

As I sit and wait I ponder on my life, what did I ever do so right to deserve the life I now had, a loving wife and family and a young lover who for all intents and purposes knew no boundaries when it came to having sex with me. What’s more my wife approves and encourages my actions. I am a lucky man.

I hear my lover call, I go along to my bedroom and enter.

She is waiting for me, sat on the bed wearing a one piece lace body suit. She lays back on the bed and I drop my robe to the floor as I approach, she lifts and opens her legs.

I see that she has laid out several towels and is lying on them, always thinking ahead, she is a planner, wouldn’t want to mark the bedding!

“Eat me, lick my cunt, drink my juice!”

She knows I like this dirty talk, not all the time, but there is a time and a place, that time and place is now.

I gently rub her knees and the insides of her stocking covered legs, black stay up stockings and four inch stiletto heels, my favorites. I escort sitesi stand in front of her as she raises her knees and opens wide for me. The sight of her mostly shaven sex, just hidden by the gusset of the body suit is a massive turn on for me, I feel myself get even harder.

Pulling the gusset to one side my lover uses the other hand to massage her sex, I can clearly see the slickness of her moist opening, beckoning me to taste her nectar. I resist the temptation and slowly masturbate. I am proud of the size of my penis, I am at least an inch bigger than I used to be before starting to take Viagra. I am as hard as steel and have more circumference as well.

With my free hand I gently stroke her labia then gently push a finger into her, she hisses as my finger slides deep within her. We both continue to masturbate as my finger slides easily in and out of her soaking vagina. I look at the bed, next to her are laid her toys, a seven inch vibrator and a much smaller G-spot vibrator along with a tube of water based lubricant.

Her long blonde hair and her pale blue eyes along with the red body suit and black stockings and shoes made me once again take stock of my blessings, I am indeed a very lucky man. Unlike my wife with her size ‘A’ cup breasts and her tight petite frame my lover has ‘D’ cup breasts and a taller though no less ‘athletic’ body, and she loves showing it to me. She says that her husband doesn’t appreciate her looking after her body the way she does and doesn’t use her the way she likes to be used, unlike him I love to make her orgasm, as many times as possible. I appreciate every millimeter of her beautiful body.

When my wife and I first came up with the idea of my taking a lover, or ‘fuck buddy’ as my wife suggested, she admitted that it would excite her to know and possibly even witness the fact that I was having sex with another woman. When she admitted that she had talked about such things with her two younger sisters and that one of them had expressed an interest in taking part in such an arrangement I was overwhelmed with feelings of love for my wife of so many years, and her sisters, would they really be willing to go so far for me?

Yes they were, and they had proved it, but I was brought back to the present by the demand to “Lick me!”

I complied, bending down I licked my way up her soaking slit, tasting and savouring the taste of pure sex, sex freely given with no thought of any personal reward other than enjoyment.

I licked and sucked, totally enjoying the taste of her freely running juices, covering as much of her pussy as I could, I couldn’t envelop her whole vagina as she kept on masturbating telling me “more, more!”

I lapped up her juices, licking my way in and out of her luscious hole as she entreated me to suck harder and lick deeper. When she suddenly leaned up and grabbed my head between both her hands and started to shudder I knew she was orgasming, and then I felt her flow hit my tongue as her climax hit her so her nectar hit me. Greedily I drank from her soaking pussy.

As her shuddering decreased I pulled up and away and watched as she continued to slowly rub herself, this time more for her own benefit than for mine. I knew what she would want next so I climbed up on the bed and knelt by her head, offering my cock to her.

While continuing to rub herself with one hand she reached up and grasped my cock with the other and pulled me to her mouth as she raised her head a little. She licked my head and pushed back the bit of foreskin that hadn’t moved back as my cock had enlarged. She had always asked that I not wash too enthusiastically under my gaziantep escort sitesi foreskin

“I want to taste you, not your soap!” She sucked me deep into her mouth, a feat my wife could no longer do since Viagra. I had been surprised by the effects of that medication, longer, harder, and for a longer period of time, even my girth had increased, the factor that now prevented my wife from taking any more than an inch or two into her mouth, it wasn’t that she was unwilling, she just couldn’t physically do it.

My lover however can, and she made murmuring noises as I fucked her mouth, pushing in further and further until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little but pulled me in even deeper anyway.

With my cock deep in her throat she let go of me and reached behind me. Unable to reach what she wanted I leaned back a little and took hold of the seven inch vibrator that I knew she was trying to get. She opened her legs just a little wider and I gently rubbed the pink ‘friend’ over her sex.

I slowly positioned the vibrator and pushed it into her, in and out in time with my manhood as I throat fucked her as well as used her vibrator on her.

Once again I felt the urge to come so pulled out of my lover’s mouth.

Sitting back I watched as my lover reached down and turning the screw end of the vibrator setting it to high intensity. I watched, enraptured as this beautiful woman slowly at first but picking up speed, fucked herself with the vibrator. I reach inside the bodysuit and cupped her D cup breast, eliciting a low groan as I fondled the hard nipple.

With my hand on her breast and her hand ramming the vibrator in and out of herself my lover demanded that I come in her mouth, she wanted to drink my cum. She didn’t need to ask twice.

As she hammered the vibrator into her depths I jacked off in front of her face, her mouth open wide waiting for my inevitable explosion, she wouldn’t want to miss a drop.

I ejaculated, violently. My hot white spurts went straight into her mouth as she raised her head and managed to open even wider. Two, three, long spurts followed by a couple of smaller ones and I told her I was done.

Closing her mouth she swallowed then lifted her head further and took me back in her mouth, using her tongue around my head and sucking me dry. I was softening and pulled back my foreskin to allow her to lick around the head of my penis which she did with gusto. She suddenly pulled away and gave a little squeal.

She orgasmed. Digging the heels of her four inch stilettoes into the bedcovers she arched her back and gave a long loud low moan as her legs seemed to vibrate along with the vibrator deep inside her vagina. With her free hand she grabbed at her breasts, squeezing and nipping them as she now gasped to get her breath.

As she slowed her breathing she turned her head towards me and once again opened her mouth to receive my cock. Still sliding the vibrator slowly in and out of herself she gently sucked on me.

When she had regained her breath she pulled away and murmured “Eat me”.

I threw my leg over her so that we were in the classic 69 position, my cock starting to harden again as I began to throat fuck her, she tilted her head back to allow me to penetrate deeper.

I leant forward and went down on her, the vibrator still deep inside her now soaking pussy. As I lapped up her moisture she seemed to just get wetter and I could hear the little murmurs of appreciation as I flicked her clitoris with my tongue and then gently (and not so gently) biting it.

When we both came up for air my young lover gasped “Fuck me now, gaziantep escort bayan sitesi I need you to fuck me!”

I climbed down from the bed and stood in front of her, her legs up and wide open, ready for the finale of our afternoon tryst. I took hold of the pointed heels of her shoes and pushed higher and wider. “Do it now, please, put it in me, fuck me now!”

I looked down at her wide open vagina, a sight I never tire of seeing and a sight she loves to show me. She reaches down and rubs herself with two fingers before using those same fingers to open her labia even wider. “Drill me, put your cock inside me and fill me up!”

I plunged forwards and penetrated deep inside her, my hard cock sliding easily and quickly down inside her soaking passage. My lover gasped as I bottomed out deep within her. I was still stood on the floor and the slapping noises as I thrust in and out of her vagina were loud in my ears.

“Yes, yes, she cried, fuck me hard and deep!”

I crawled up onto the bed on my knees, pushing her legs ever higher. I was now holding her thighs down with my own, her stiletto heels pointing straight up to the ceiling.

I was fucking my young lover straight downwards, trying to drive her down through the mattress, she was more or less doubled up, her knees level with her breasts.

As I pounded down into her she screamed “More, more, harder, harder, fuck my cunt!” She was far from passive, I felt her hips attempting to raise and meet my pelvis as I hammered down into her. Our sex had turned primeval, we were now just fucking out of control, neither of us could have stopped even if we had wanted to. Neither of us did want to, I cannot explain my feelings, my wants, my desires, or hers, all I know is that what we were doing encompassed our whole beings, it was what we were at that moment, nothing else mattered except our mutual lust.

I’m not a moaner myself so I just gritted my teeth as I burst inside her, the head of my cock hitting her cervix as I ejaculated deep inside her. She on the other hand was very noisy as she began to quiver as her climax overtook her. I looked down at her as she spasmed, again and again her body quivered in pleasure and she cried “Yes, Yes!”

Finally I stood back up and watched my cum pour from her as I fought to get my breath. She stayed as she was, slowly lowering her legs and getting her own breath back.

Suddenly she giggled and remarked that she was soaking, and that it was all my fault, which of course it was. “Clean me!” I knew what she would have liked, but drinking the mixture of our combined cum was never a favourite with me, instead I lifted the end of the towel and gently wiped her with it. “Spoil sport!” Sometimes she’s never satisfied.

When she sat up I asked if she had enjoyed herself? “Always, you know that! I think I can manage an hour on Wednesday if you’re up for it.”

Was I up for it? Of course I was, and she knew it.

How are you getting on with that husband of yours, is he still as useless as ever?

“Yeah, and he still wants to have my arse, I just tell him no way!”

She lays back and lifts her legs again.

“Do you want to lick it for me?”

I don’t need to answer as I bend down and lick around her dark little puckered hole, I wet a finger in her vagina and then slide it into her anus, in and out, finger fucking her ass.

“Are you hard enough?”

“No sweetheart, I’m not that young anymore.”

“Oh well, pity, next time then!”

My lover may not allow her husband anal sex but with me there was no such restriction, we have no restrictions and no taboos, anything goes.

After showering together and washing each other’s bodies in the process we both dressed and had coffee. It was time for her to leave and as my lover got into her car my wife drove up and waved to her, she called over to my wife.

“I’ll see you later Mum, give me a ring, I might come over on Wednesday!”

And so my wife and I watched our daughter drive away. I am indeed a lucky man.

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The Locker Room (Part 4)

Kathryn M. Burke

With the onset of the new semester, studying for classwork took precedence over lovemaking. But DeAndre was getting more and more insistent on Camilla reconciling with her sister. It was, in his view, very bad for these siblings to be at loggerheads, and Camilla shouldn’t hold any grudges against her twin.

But although he repeatedly urged his girl to contact Naomi and establish at least some kind of détente, an unexpected meeting on campus turned the trick.

It was a bit surprising that the two women hadn’t run into each other before, but their schedules were actually quite different, so their chance encounter outside the student union took both of them by surprise.

“Hi, Camilla,” Naomi said timidly, fearing a hostile response.

“Hi, Naomi,” Camilla said, feeling not anger but mortification at her own pig-headedness.

“You . . . wanna talk?” Naomi said.

Camilla nodded, and turned right around and went back into the building. It was a cold day in February, and the outdoors was no place for any sort of discussion.

They sat down at an empty table in a coffee shop. At first neither said anything, but both women could see that the other was looking good. Perhaps the wintry day had put a rosy glow in their cheeks, but it was probably other things as well.

“So . . .” Naomi began hesitantly, “you’re with DeAndre Wilkins.”

“Yup,” Camilla said.

“You’re the talk of the college.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah. He—well, everyone thinks the world of him.”

“You know, there’s a lot more to him than just being a football player.”

“I’m sure there is.”

“He’s a real sweetheart.”

“He treats you well?”

“Yes, he does. And I’ve met his dad.”

“His dad? Gee, that’s great!”

“He’s a sweetie pie too.”

They fell silent for a time. Then:

“How—how’s Matt?” Camilla said.

“He’s fine.”

“Does he treat you well?”

“Of course. He always has.”

“That’s good.”

Another silence. Then Naomi said in a rush: “Oh, Camilla, why don’t you come over to our house? Bring DeAndre along—we’d love to meet him.”

“Yeah,” Camilla said wearily, “maybe we’ll do that.”

“You should!” After a pause: “Matt misses you, you know.”

“Does he?”

“Sure, he does! You and he were—”

“You don’t have to remind me.”

“Does, um, DeAndre know—about Matt, I mean?”

“Yes, he does.”

“Good. Well, you should come over for dinner sometime.”

“Sure thing. Are you still doing all the cooking?”

“Yes.”

“Well, maybe we’ll come over early and I can help you cook.”

“That would be great!”

The dinner date was scheduled for Friday night. DeAndre was more than eager to meet Naomi and Matt—more for Camilla’s sake than his own. They did come early, around 5 p.m., and the two sisters retreated to the kitchen while the men got acquainted. It proved to be a wonderful meal of pork chops, roasted potatoes, and string beans, with a store-bought apple pie for dessert.

DeAndre, while participating in the conversation, really acted as a kind of spectator of the interactions between the other three, since he knew that they had formerly been intimate. And he also had to admit that he could hardly take his eyes off Naomi—so similar to his own girl in appearance, but so different in personality (but not quite as different as they used to be, now that Camilla had resolved to be somewhat more “feminine” than before).

As Matt and Naomi were tidying up in the kitchen, DeAndre said, “I’m glad we did this. I’m glad you did this.”

“I know, I know—sisters shouldn’t be at odds with each other.”

“It’s more than that.”

“What do you mean?”

DeAndre peered at her intently. “You and Matt.”

Camilla turned away from his gaze. “What about me and Matt?”

“He cares for you—cares deeply. And you care for him.”

“How can you know that?”

“It doesn’t take a genius, Camilla. Just the way you two look at each other.”

“Hey, we had a relationship once, and we don’t have it anymore. That’s all there is to it.”

“That isn’t all, and you know it.”

“You think I’m still in love with him?” she said, almost outraged.

“I know you are.”

“That’s ridiculous!”

“Is it?”

“It is!”

“Well, I know he still loves you.”

Camilla’s shoulders slumped escort reklamları from her boyfriend’s intense questioning. “Okay, sure, I have feelings for him. And maybe he has feelings for me. So what?”

“So . . . you should be able to express those feelings. It’s not healthy to bottle them up.”

She stared at him wide-eyed. “What—what are you suggesting?”

“I think you know.”

She looked down at her hands. “You—you wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not.”

“I guess”—she eyed him askance—”that means you want to cuddle up with Naomi.”

He smiled genially. “I won’t say no. If she wants me.”

“If she wants you? You gotta be kidding! I think she’s been fantasizing about you the moment she saw you!”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I do! Believe me: she may seem shy and retiring, but she has a lot of passion under that timid exterior.”

“Well, then, shall we do something about this?”

“You mean right now? Tonight?”

“Why not? We don’t have classes tomorrow. It’s the perfect time.”

“Let me go and talk to them.”

And she got up and stalked, a bit stiffly, into the kitchen. A few words were passed, and from his vantage point DeAndre could see Naomi clap a hand over her mouth at something her sister said, then cast a quick glance toward where he was sitting. In a few moments Camilla had come back to the living room.

“Okay, it’s all set,” she said with a bit of smugness.

The two couples made a pretense of having a bland conversation on general subjects for another hour or so; but by 9 o’clock it was obvious that all four of them were itching to get going in the night’s festivities. Camilla and Matt retired to the master bedroom, while DeAndre and Naomi made do with the ample quarters of the guest bedroom.

The first couple got down to business right away, stripping and engaging in only the most token foreplay before Matt plunged into Camilla’s pussy. They both responded with a kind of muscle memory, as their bodies instinctively recollected the frequent lovemaking of their earlier relationship. Matt thrilled to reacquaint himself with Camilla’s lovely body, so similar and yet so different from Naomi’s. It took two feverish copulations—vaginal and anal—before they settled down for a little chat.

“You know,” Matt began, “I never preferred Naomi to you.”

“I thought you did,” Camilla said. “But I guess it doesn’t matter. I have DeAndre now.”

“I’m sure he’s a lot better boyfriend than I ever was.”

“No way! He’s just different.”

“Well, he’s certainly an impressive physical specimen. And there’s clearly a lot going on in his mind and soul, too.”

“You can say that again.”

Then they resumed their coupling. It was frenetic and gentle at the same time, and there were moments when they just languished with their bodies fused, Matt hardly doing any thrusting, as they gloried in this physical and spiritual reunification.

With Naomi and DeAndre, it was a different story. Even though she led him by the hand into the other bedroom, she stood irresolute as he gazed fondly at her. Her native shyness came out as she contemplated the unprecedented act of joining bodies with a man she’d only just met. And yet, it did seem as if she’d known him for months or years.

DeAndre sensed her indecision, saying, “We don’t have to do this, you know. We don’t have to do anything.”

“No, I want to,” she said, “I really do.”

And so she began calmly, almost resignedly, taking her clothes off, turning her back to him in one final moment of embarrassment, her face turning crimson. DeAndre did the same, and he was finished undressing sooner than Naomi. So when she turned around and saw his member, already quivering with anticipation, she covered her mouth with her hands.

“Omigod!” she cried. “It’s so . . . big.”

“It’s not that much bigger than Matt’s,” he said. “I’m sure you can manage.”

She fell to her knees, almost in an attitude of worship, and took as much of that cock into her mouth as she could. That wasn’t very much, but her small mouth licked and sucked it with a kind of innocent lasciviousness: she frowned in concentration as she earnestly worked at her task. After a time DeAndre lifted her up and carried her to the bed, placing her down as gently as a father would her cherished daughter (but of course, father and daughter wouldn’t be naked and gaziantep escort reklamları planning to do what they were about to do).

With his placid eyes gazing down on her, he himself fell to his knees next to the bed, took hold of Naomi’s thighs, and buried his face in her sex. She gazed down in amazement as this man—whose exploits on the playing field had made him a legend on campus—proceeded to eat her out with both tenderness and passion, and in only a few minutes she was writhing and shaking from her orgasm—the first of several she expected to have that night.

But when DeAndre climbed into bed and placed his big, muscular body between her legs, she experienced a sense of trepidation that she couldn’t control: after all, he was only the second man who would be invading her private parts, and his broad frame looked like a giant’s as she lay helpless under him. She closed her eyes tight as if preparing for some exquisite but unavoidable torture.

DeAndre felt a wave of pity for her—she was so young and naive! He stroked her face softly, and she opened her eyes at the unexpected caress. She gave him a brave smile and said, summoning up all her courage, said, “You can go in me now.”

As he did so, her eyes expanded as she felt that long, thick cock probing her deeper and deeper, and she let out a little whimper as she felt impaled on his organ. He hadn’t gone in all the way, but he stopped and began pumping her gently. She seemed to like that sensation, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing him down on herself. DeAndre loved the feel of her soft but firm breasts against his chest, and as she hooked her legs around his hips he stroked her back and bottom as he continued to thrust into her.

Naomi expelled a soft sigh as she felt the full length of DeAndre’s cock now buried in her. She felt a swelling pride in her femininity as she made herself available to him—that was what she was put on earth for, wasn’t it? But at the same time that she felt totally submissive—the living receptacle of his ardor—she felt an inner strength as she realized, perhaps for the first time, how her own desirability as a female had in a way subjugated this powerful man by making him yearn impetuously for this fusion of their bodies.

And when he poured out his essence into her, she felt such an overpowering affection for him that she thought her heart would burst. She could have sworn that she experienced a mini-climax at the mere thought of his seed being so copiously deposited into her.

After a rest, he entered her bottom, and later they had a long session of sixty-nine before finally falling into an exhausted sleep.

In the morning, after a robust breakfast, the quartet decided to spend the day becoming better acquainted—and, in the case of the twins, becoming re-acquainted after their unfortunate and needless falling out. Dinner at a nice but inexpensive restaurant was followed by a return to Matt and Naomi’s house—and somehow, without anything being said, everyone knew what would happen next.

In short, only one bedroom would be used that night.

Everyone undressed quickly, and the sisters got a good look at each other’s nudity for the first time in many years. They marveled at both the similarities and differences in their forms—an echo of the parallels and variances of their temperaments. They had to give each other a warm hug, breasts mashing together delightfully, before they flopped onto the bed.

It was evident that double penetration was on the agenda, and Camilla lubricated herself as she prepared to demonstrate to her inexperienced sister how it was to be done. She got on her side and beckoned the men to their positions: Matt in front and DeAndre in back. As Naomi watched in amazement, the two guys entered her at the same time; and even though she was well used to this procedure, she still let out a gasp as she perceived the incredible sensation of being filled in two orifices at once. They pumped her vigorously, each of them holding a breast as they did so. It wasn’t surprising that, only a few minutes later, both men exploded with thunderous orgasms, matched by Camilla’s own.

They untangled themselves, and as the guys rested, Camilla got up from the bed and said, “Okay, Naomi, you’re next.”

Without further ado, she scooped out more cold cream from the jar and approached her sister.

“You’re going to lubricate gaziantep escort bayan reklamları me?” Naomi said in vague alarm.

“Sure thing, sis,” Camilla said. “I’m a pro at this.”

Naomi stood silent and nervous as her sister spread the cold white stuff all over and inside her anus. Then she surveyed the two men lounging on the bed with slowly hardening cocks as they envisioned this second round of double penetration with a woman who was essentially a virgin (as far as this act went, anyway).

She said, “Okay, guys, how do you want to do this?”

“I think that should be Naomi’s decision,” DeAndre said.

“I—I don’t know what to do!” Naomi cried in a sudden spasm of fear.

“Put her on top of me,” Matt said, “face up. I’ll go into her butt, and DeAndre can go into her pussy.”

Even though Matt knew that DeAndre had entered Naomi’s bottom yesterday, he still felt that in this process that man’s large cock would be better off in her vagina. So he lay flat on his back and urged Naomi to get on top of him. He slipped his cock into her bottom, and as Naomi lay there with legs awkwardly spread, DeAndre kneeled in front of her and inserted his cock into her pussy gently but firmly.

Now it was Camilla who enjoyed the incredible sight of her sister being pounded by two men at once. But she wasn’t as inclined as Naomi to be a passive spectator. After the guys had gotten into a good rhythm, she climbed onto the bed herself and, placing herself directly above Naomi’s face, sat down on it.

An incoherent “Mmmm!” escaped Naomi’s lips as she tasted her sister’s sex for the first time. It was already leaking come from both of her lower orifices, and Naomi automatically swallowed it as it dripped thickly into her mouth. She took hold of Camilla’s bottom and squeezed it hard, just as the two men were pummeling her with increased fury, ready to come again.

And when they did, the two women also cried out—Naomi’s cries somewhat muffled, as her mouth was still covered by Camilla’s pussy—with shuddering climaxes of their own. There was a lot of writhing and shaking and trembling and groaning as this quadruple orgasm worked its way through all the participants, until they finally had to separate, lying haphazardly over the bed.

The women were interested in more activity right away, and expressed a certain annoyance about the need for men to rest up before they were ready for another round. This time, Naomi and Camilla got into sixty-nine position on their sides, and as they were furiously licking and sucking each other, each man got on either side of the females and plunged into their bottoms—DeAndre in Naomi’s and Matt’s in Camilla’s. Each woman thereby had an up-close-and-personal view of the other receiving a big, thick cock into her anus, and the men added to their enjoyment when they pulled out and spattered their come all over the girls’ faces. They screamed in delight as the hot liquid poured over them like a spray of lava.

That was, really and truly, the end of an incredible foursome—but somehow they all felt that it would be something they would repeat many times in the future.

The next morning, Naomi pried herself out of the tangle of bodies and drifted over to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. She saw her sister already sitting at the table, drinking coffee with a smug expression on her face.

Camilla said, “Had a nice time last night?”

“Sure,” Naomi said in a dreamy voice. “But—”

“But what?”

“Oh, Camilla, we were so naughty!”

“Nothing wrong with having two guys in you at once. I’ve had more than that in the past.” She couldn’t ever forget that incident in the locker room, which had led to her acquaintance with DeAndre.

“I don’t mean that. I mean—you know . . .”

“Licking each other’s pussy, you mean?”

“Yes.” Naomi was now blushing furiously. “You’re my sister, for God’s sake!”

“Oh, Naomi, it’s nothing. We’re all adults here. Anyway”—her voice became more tender—”it was just a way of our showing how much we love each other, wasn’t it?”

Naomi smiled weakly. “I suppose so.”

“And you liked it, didn’t you?”

“I did. It’s funny—your pussy smells and tastes a little different from mine. I mean, I’ve never actually tasted my own pussy, but when I remember what my fingers smell like after, um, playing with myself, my stuff doesn’t smell the same as yours. Isn’t that strange?”

“DeAndre once told me all women’s pussies smell and taste just a bit different.”

“Men’s cocks smell and taste pretty much the same, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s just one more way we’re more special than men!”

It was Sunday, and after their usual big breakfast all four of the participants decided that it was a day for studying, and so they hit the books right away.

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“Where are you going?”

“To Angela’s. Gonna hang out.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Uh, there’s a pandemic going on. They want everyone to stay put.”

“You’re going to work.”

“Yeah. My first day back, and I’m not looking forward to it. I’d rather stay home to avoid the risk.”

“Well, I’m not going to an office full of people. I’m just going down the street and we’ll stay outside and keep our distance.”

“No, Kelly, you’re going to stay home and stay safe. If you want to go outside, go in the back yard.”

“Aw, come on, mom!”

“It’s for your own good.”

“What’s going on?” Eric asked, entering the kitchen.

“Mom won’t let me go to Angela’s,” nineteen-year-old Kelly told her eighteen-year-old stepbrother.

“Thank you, mom,” Eric said. He really didn’t like calling her that, but his dad insisted.

“Whose side are you on?” Kelly bemoaned.

“Not yours! If you go to Angela’s and catch the virus, you’re going to bring it home and infect me, and mom and dad.”

“Can’t you two just get along?” Mom asked in frustration over their ongoing animosity toward one another.

“But I’m bored!”

“Clean the house,” their mom instructed. “That will give you hours of fun.”

“Yeah, good idea, mom,” Eric concurred.

“You asshole!” Kelly called him.

“Bitch.”

“Both of you, stop! And Eric, you can help Kelly,” mom said. “Maybe if the two of you did something together instead of hiding out in your rooms, you might be able to get along and not be so bored.”

“Seriously? You want me to help?”

“You live here also. Why shouldn’t you help?” mom asked.

“Yeah,” Kelly agreed. “Who do you think you are?”

With a heavy sigh, Eric grumbled, “Yeah, whatever.”

“I’ll see you two this afternoon. Behave yourselves. And do some cleaning!”

“Okay,” Kelly said. “Bye, mom.”

Eric quickly returned to his room while Kelly had breakfast.

* * *

There was a knock on his door, so he quickly covered up. “What?” Eric said in annoyance, knowing it could only be Kelly.

“What are you doing?” Kelly asked.

“Nothing.”

“Can I come in?”

“No, leave me alone.”

“But we need to clean,” she insisted.

“Later.”

She opened the door anyway and found him sitting up in his bed, covers up to his chest. “You’re back in bed?”

“Yeah. What of it?” he snapped back.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Kelly repeated, “We have to clean house.”

“There’s plenty of time to do that later.”

She took a deep breath. “Why can’t we get along?” Kelly asked, calming down.

That took him down a notch also. “I don’t know. Guess we just don’t like each other.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” Kelly admitted. “I’m just tired of fighting all the time.”

“Yeah. It is kind of annoying,” he oddly agreed.

“Can we call a truce?” she proposed.

He shrugged.

“What are you doing?

“Nothing. Just chillin’.”

“Why did you take your shirt off?” Kelly asked, noticing his bare shoulders.

“I don’t know. It’s warm in here.”

Kelly then thought the area around his crotch was tented. Smirking, she quickly reached out and yanked the covers down. Eric’s hand was firmly grasping his large, hard cock. Her eyes widened. “Oh, my. You were jerking off.”

With a heavy sigh, Eric gave up. “Yeah, and I’d like some privacy. Why I had the door closed. So what?”

“So, nothing.” She couldn’t get over the size of his dick.

“I guess to get back at me, you’re gonna tell mom and dad?” he accused pulling the covers back up.

“No. Why would I do that?”

Eric shrugged. “Because you don’t like me, and you caught me.”

“I told you, I don’t dislike you. And it’s no surprise,” Kelly said, matter-of-factly. “I figured you masturbated. Everyone our age masturbates. I masturbate.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. You sound surprised.” She noticed the movement under the covers of his hand twisting imperceptibly on his cock. She tried to restrain her smirk.

“I don’t know any girls who masturbate.”

“You do. You just don’t know they do. Girls don’t talk about it like guys do.” She pulled her legs up onto his bed, bent them, and turned her body more to face him. Her short skirt rose high exposing plentiful thigh. She saw his eyes widen at the sight of her legs. “Can I see your cock again? I didn’t know you were so big.”

“You think I’m big?”

“Bigger than any guy I’ve seen. Can I see it,” she again asked.

“That would be kind of weird, don’t you think? I mean, you’re my stepsister.”

“It’s just a penis. I’ve seen penises before.”

“Not mine.”

“Actually, I just did. Remember?”

Reluctant though he was, there was something arousing about Kelly sitting on his bed in a short skirt with it riding nearly up to her crotch. He’d seen her in her short skirts many times, and many times, he’d given her a second look. But after all, she escort resimleri was his stepsister, and he’d never thought of her beyond that.

Kelly took his slow response as hesitance, but he didn’t resist as she slowly pulled the covers down until his cock was again exposed. Her breathing quickened. Yes, she really had seen other cocks, but this one was bigger than those, and the fact that it belonged to her stepbrother lent a real sensual quality to it. She was aroused. And then a really erotic thought occurred to her. “Want to masturbate together?” Her grin was almost devious.

“What? Are you nuts?”

“Why? It’s what you were going to do anyway.”

“Yeah, but alone.”

“And how were you going to do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re you going to watch porn?”

“You ask too many questions.”

Kelly hiked her skirt up around her waist and quickly shed her panties. “Then watch this.”

Eric sucked in his breath at the sight of her hairless, glistening pussy. It was a very pretty pussy, with long, flowery lips. The obvious moisture suggested that she really was aroused. His dick pulsed when she rubbed her middle finger against her clit. “You’re really serious.”

“What the hell else do we have to cure boredom?”

He’d already started stroking his cock. And he had to admit that as offbeat as this was, his dick felt like it was going to expand to twice its size. He continued to fap slowly, not wanting to cum too soon. He knew this was wrong, but damn, it was exciting.

And if that wasn’t enough, Kelly crawled up and sat beside him. She undid her skirt from around her waist and removed it, and then lifted her panties up and off, quickly followed by her bra.

“What are you doing?” Eric’s voice went up an octave on the last word.

“You’re completely naked,” she challenged.

“Wow! Where’d you get those big tits?”

With a shake of her head, she shot him a look of preposterousness. “I bought them.”

“You had a boob job?”

“No, you idiot. I grew them. They’re all mine.”

“They’re fantastic!”

“Thanks,” Kelly responded with a huge smile. She extended her left arm toward his cock. “Can I touch it?”

By now, Eric wasn’t thinking with the right head. He withdrew his hand. He shivered when her fingers wrapped around his shaft. He’d never really had a girl jerk him off before. It was kind of nice feeling a different hand holding him. He reached over and rested his hand on her vagina. She spread her legs and his fingers felt her most snatch. He flicked her clit with his middle finger, and then dared to let it slide between her lips. She was really wet. A moan escaped her lips when he forced his digit deeper. All the while, her hand was traveling up and down his rod.

To his surprise, Kelly leaned over and spit on his dick. That bit of lubrication made her hand glide more easily and it felt glorious. He didn’t know how long he could hold out.

“Mmmm. Do you know how good this feels?” Kelly purred.

“Yeah,” Eric groaned. Whenever he whacked off, the plan was to cum as soon as possible. Now, he fought it. He wanted this to go on and on.

But Kelly had another idea. He was initially disappointed when she let go of his cock, but only until she straddled his thighs and scooted up until her pussy was against his dick. She again grabbed it and stroked it a few times.

Eric couldn’t help but reach out and rest his hand on her pubic bone. With his thumb hanging down, he rubbed it up and down her slit and over her clit. Her entire body jerked at his first swipe. He placed his other hand in a similar position, and with both thumbs, he spread her lips and rubbed the inside of each.

That was all it took. She pressed his hard cock against her pussy and rotated her hips so that her pussy lips wrapped around his shaft coating it with her secretions as she slid up and down. When her pussy reached the top of his rod, she rubbed the head against her clit, letting its hood briefly cover his head before sliding back down. He let out a girl-like sound.

When Kelly eased back a bit, Eric let his thumbs rub her vulva causing her pussy lips to pout. Her body trembled again. He pushed her hands away from his cock and with his own hand pressed it against her open vagina and clit. She was breathing heavily. He swiped his dick from side to side, nudging it under her clit, and with her button resting on his peehole, he moved her clit around the helmet of his shaft. He would have loved nothing better than to shove his penis into her vagina, but he knew that was wrong, so he resisted. Besides, he’d never played with a pussy with his dick like this and it was quite enticing. Not wanting to become so aroused he’d blow a nut, he let his cock spring back against his abdomen and let his hands travel up the insides of her soft thighs and back above her pubic bone and up her abdomen to her belly button.

Kelly liked what he was doing. She’d been afraid that if he actually participated gaziantep escort resimleri in this mutual masturbation he would have beat his meat furiously until he came. But this genital play was way more than she could have hoped for. She couldn’t help but again reach for his cock. It really was a good size; big but not outrageous, yet more than enough to wrap her palm around. She could only imagine how wonderful it would feel inside her. But she doubted he’d go that far, and truthfully, she wasn’t certain she was ready to. She loved the feeling of her hand gliding up and down. Reaching down, she cupped his balls with her other hand, eliciting a moan from him. There was a tenderness to them and there was nothing else she could think to compare the feel to.

Kelly had jerked off a couple of guys she had dated, but not often. Both times had been seated in a car, parked in a corner of a parking lot. They’d made out and were both aroused. But those had been only pump and spurt sessions. There’d been no time to really explore the male organ. Now, she felt like she had all the time she wanted to just play with it. She pressed her thumbs against the soft skin on the underside of Eric’s shaft just below the split in the head. She felt two indentations and rotated her thumbs around on them.

Eric let out a slow high-pitched moan from deep in his throat. His body jerked as she must have hit a sensitive spot. Clear liquid seeped out of his peehole and she used it as lubrication. Feeling naughty, with the pre-cum smeared on her thumb, she rubbed it on her clit as her other thumb continued its circular motion on the underside of his shaft.

Eric wanted back in on the action, so he replaced her fingers on her pussy with his own. His thumb again rubbing up and down her slit. She was so wet, his thumb was coated with her pussy juice, and to his unintentional surprise, it slipped into her hole.

Kelly sucked her breath in, and her body twitched. But she didn’t push his hand away.

Yet, Eric anticipated that she would, so he removed his thumb, grabbed his cock, and resumed side-to-side rubbing against her pussy. Her lips had closed, but this motion caused them to spread again. With the head once more nudged underneath her clit and hood, he let it rest there while reaching up to fondle her breasts. He’d figured she had good-size tits from what he could see when she wore low-cut tops. But that had been no clue to their actual size. They were somewhat bigger than he’d thought. They were also nicely rounded and firm, and best of all, felt marvelous in his hands.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” Kelly purred.

His dick was about to pop out from the warm embrace of her clit, so Eric used one hand to press it in place while still fondling her boobs with the other.

As nice as it was having his cock where it was, she was ready to move this along, so she started pumping her hips again up and down on his rod. Getting the message, Eric held it in position so she could do that. She moved faster. Her breathing matched her motion. This was going to be one terrific orgasm. Only one thing could make it better.

“Stick it in!” Kelly impulsively commanded.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No. Much as I’d like to, that’s wrong.”

“Come on. Please?”

“We can’t do that,” he argued. “It’s wrong.”

“It’s not like I’m your real sister. I’m your stepsister. Step-siblings do it all the time.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m almost ready to blow and we have no protection.”

“I’m on the pill!”

But Eric ignored her and continued rubbing his cock all over her pussy. He even started pumping with his hips. Kelly didn’t want to ruin her stepbrother’s orgasm. She was getting close herself and she didn’t want to lose it by arguing so she pushed back and pumped and was coming in seconds. And so wrapped up in the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had was she that she didn’t realize Eric had come until she felt his warm semen coat her entire genital area. It actually felt spectacular. And when he rubbed it all over with his cock, she trembled again in an aftershock.

They both fell backward, spent, and breathless.

After several minutes, Kelly exclaimed, “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had!”

“Me, too. I’ve never cum that much. I thought my balls were going to deflate.”

Kelly giggled. “Glad I could help.”

“Yeah, well, we can’t tell mom,” Eric said, stating the obvious, and not using mom with derogatory emphasis.

“Ya think? What makes you think I would anyway?”

“I don’t know. It just seemed like the thing to say.”

“Okay,” Kelly said, getting up and out of the bed. “But we better get this house cleaned or not telling mom won’t be the issue.”

Eric watched his stepsister reaching for her clothes, the sight of her naked body moving around with his cum smeared all over her genital area preventing his erection from becoming completely flaccid. “You know, we’ve been step-siblings for a few years now, but gaziantep escort bayan resimleri I think I’m seeing you for the first time. You really are very attractive.”

Kelly smiled her appreciation. “Because you’re seeing me nude?”

“Partly,” he admitted. “Let’s just say it caused me to look closer at you and not just physically.”

“Okay, well, I don’t know what to say to that. But get up and let’s get this house cleaned and then we’ll have that out of the way.”

“Alright.” Eric rolled out of bed and stood with his erection still pointing ahead like a bowsprit.

“Wow. You’re still hard,” Kelly noted.

Eric merely grinned as she left his room without dressing. For her, it was because she wanted to go to the bathroom to clean his drying cum off. That done and feeling wicked, she put her skirt back on sans panties to allow her pussy to air out.

For the house cleaning, they amicably agreed on a division of labor, each taking a bathroom and their own bedroom, and working together in their parents’ bedroom, the kitchen and family room. In the rooms they did together, each continually stole glances at the other. Kelly couldn’t tell if Eric had discovered she was not wearing panties, but it was obvious he was commando under his gym shorts because his dick seemed to flop around quite a bit. It also seemed he had not completely lost his erection, which made watching him even more entertaining and enticing.

The house cleaning barely took two hours and they finished just before lunchtime. After putting up the cleaning supplies, Kelly found Eric sitting on the sofa seemingly lost in thought.

“So, did that exercise wear you out?” she asked.

He looked up with pensive expression, not the usual sneer he offered. “I’ve been thinking. You’re right—”

“Whoa! Did you sniff too much cleaning solution?”

He actually grinned. “No. I mean, we do need to try to get along. I know our parents love each other. And they do make a good couple. The only thing I ever heard them argue about is us. My dad takes up for me and your mom defends you.”

“Wow! A little mutual masturbation and you’re putty.”

“That’s partly true,” he admitted. “But as I said earlier, it’s caused me to look at you differently. I didn’t know you were so open-minded to do such a thing. And then to do it with me—someone you’ve had a rocky relationship with.”

“Like I said earlier, I don’t dislike you. But to be honest, you haven’t always been nice to me, so I’ve had to defend myself. And truthfully, when I saw your big cock, it was enough to push the other stuff aside.”

Eric smirked again. “Who knew that’s all it took? If I had known, I would have whipped it out a long time ago.”

They both laughed, elevating them to a higher plain.

Hesitantly, she asked, “Would you whip it out now?”

“Seriously?”

“I’d love to see it again.” She offered her most alluring smile.

He was really eager to do it, hoping she didn’t really just want to see it, but wanted more of what happened this morning. However, he didn’t want to seem to easy, so he slowly slid his gym shorts down below his knees.

“That really is a nice cock. Would you stroke it for me?”

Eric did a double-take. He could see the lust in her eyes. She made no move to touch it, but still, just having her want to see it was enough of a turn-on. He grasped it firmly and pumped slowly. “So, how active have you been sexually?”

“That’s a rather personal question.”

“Really? You’ve jerked me off and I’ve had my finger in your pussy; I think we’re beyond personal.”

“I’ve done a few quasi-blowjobs and jerked off a couple of guys.”

“That’s all? You’ve never gone all the way?”

“I let one guy rub his dick on me, but I wouldn’t let him put it in.”

“Why?”

“He wasn’t the right guy to go all the way with.”

He nodded and stroked a little faster, obviously envisioning Kelly doing those things.

“You’re trying to picture that, aren’t you?”

“Not really. I’m reliving this morning.” He slouched back, pushed his short down to his ankles and went back to pumping.

Kelly sat back against the arm of the sofa to watch, but after a couple of minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She hiked her skirt up to her waist—as she had this morning—and started rubbing her pussy.

The two watched each other for a few minutes until their eyes drifted up and locked on each other. In that gaze, lust was transmitted. Eric instantly stood to Kelly’s sudden frown. He reached out for her hand. She took it and he pulled her up. Cupping her neck, he drew her lips to his and kissed her passionately, his dick pressing against her. She felt the intensity of it and kissed him back. As it continued, she’d never experienced such fervor in a kiss. It pervaded her body and she felt the burning between her legs.

Breathing heavily, Kelly turned around and pulled his cock between her legs where he fucked her thighs. She pressed his dick into her pussy as he pumped. As had happened this morning, she reached her boiling point where reason and propriety melted.

“Stick it in,” she begged.

Much as he wanted to, Eric did not comply, still able to think clearly, not swayed by sexual intoxication. He continued to pump steadily. Kelly’s pussy was soaked and coating his rod with her juices, making his slide job between her legs a sweet ride.

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Amanda hummed as she sliced carrots for her casserole. She could barely believe Kenny had sold 500,000 copies of his debut album. At just 19! She also couldn’t believe it was his birthday. She had no idea what she was going to get him

When she was 19, she was just getting ready to find baby names for the baby growing inside of her. She could remember the day vividly as well, 5 years before, when she had decided enough was enough.

He had experienced his first heartbreak. That slut, Gina Calloway, dumping her wonderful son for some jock at the school dance. The night she had bought him a pack of condoms, something looked down on by many of her friends then.

She had returned home to find him crying in his room, inconsolable despite her best efforts. She had returned that night while he lay asleep, gently tugging off her groggy and confused son’s pajama bottoms and taking his- –

Swollen…

Massive…

Throbbing…

And semen-slick manhood into her mouth, sliding down her throat as she listening to his moans as he neared his first oral orgasm…

******

Amanda jumped as her cell phone began to ring, her sweet boy’s naked photo popping up.

“Yes sweetie?” she answered.

“Mom!” he shouted, Amanda hearing the sounds of cheering in the background. “It’s gone platinum!!”

Amanda could barely believe her ears. 1,000,000 copies!

“I’m so proud of you baby,” Amanda said, happy to hear him so cheerful. But nothing made her happier than what he said next in a low voice.

“I’m going to fuck you hard tonight Mom. I want you in your hottest outfit when I get back.”

Amanda bit her lip and rubbed her hot wet pussy. “I can’t wait honey. Mommy is going to give you the best fuck of your life.”

After he hung up, she took a satisfied breath and put all her ingredients back into the fridge. She doubted she or her son would want anything to eat that day.

******

Kenny hummed softly at his desk, buzzed from the drinking contest he and his cousins had engaged in.

“Hi Kenny,” Samantha Lewis, one of the secretaries greeted him, her massive GG breasts nearly spilling from her pink blouse. Amanda, who possessed an extraordinary set of natural K cups often laughed about how it would make Kenny’s life if he had them both in bed with him.

“H-hi Samantha,” Kenny stammered, hoping the alcohol on his breath wasn’t too noticeable. His mother had never approved of him drinking; though ironically when he had first gotten his driver’s license the two had gotten drunk and fucked so hard, they woke up twenty escort portalı miles from their house in a crowded park, naked and sticky in their backseat.

“I heard about Element-K,” Samantha said, drumming her nails on the desktop. Her breasts just bobbed. Up and down…

Up and down…

Up and down…

He forced his eyes back to hers and she giggled. “It’s perfectly fine if you stare Kenny. I consider myself lucky. If isn’t every girl who has the hottest artist on the market trying to catch a glimpse at her tits.

Kenny smiled. He had always been a titman. When he was 12, his dad had taken him to a strip club for the first time. He was infatuated with the large breasts before him. And his dad, knowing the owner, even got him his first lap dance.

“In fact,” Samantha continued, learning over to let Kenny take a strong whiff of her perfumed knockers, “it turns me on more than you could ever imagine.”

Grabbing Kenny’s collar, she pulled him from his chair and pressed her lips to hers, crushing the gigantic melons between them as he moved his hands to grab two handfuls of her juicy ass through her black skirt.

Her pussy got wet, feeling the heat of his erection against it. The two groaned into each other’s mouths, Samantha sitting on the desk as she felt Kenny’s large hands undo the clasp and zipper on her skirt, yanking it down her legs and exposing her powder blue panties.

Meanwhile, his cock threatened to tear through his blue trousers which she undid as well, removing them, boxers and all. What she saw made her eyes shine. There stood 10 inches of throbbing manhood, glistening with precum.

She dropped the her knees and began to stroke him. Despite in her mid-fourties, Savannah still had every amount of sexual energy she had possessed in her teens. Flicking her tongue across the boy’s cockhead however seemed to awaken a strong fire inside of her, feeling the thick and salty fluid slide down her throat.

Kenny moaned as she slid her red painted lips down his stiff pole as she cupped his humongous balls in her hand, the storage of them seeming to grow as she continued her oral stimulation.

Kenny moaned louder as she sped up, her beautiful and surprisingly firm breasts bumping against his knees. He grabbed her hair but didn’t go against her perfect performance, feeling his balls beginning the churn.

“Oh yes…” he groaned, “I’m gonna cum!”

Samantha smiled and picked up speed, feeling the large pole twitch in her throat as her young employer arched his back. escort gaziantep portalı He shook as his cock exploded, drowning her insides in thick and hot cups of young spunk before she pulled him out, letting him blast further on her face and tits.

By the time he finished and opened his eyes, he was shocked to see his hot secretary. His thick seed dripping from her chin and each hard nipple coated in his cum.

“That was fucking great,” Kenny groaned as Savannah pulled his pants back up.

“Yes it was,” she said, “remember this when Employee of the Month comes up.” Kenny nodded, watching as she wiped herself off and walked out. He then imagined what reward awaited him once he submitted her name for the paid vacation.

******

That night, Kenny sped into the spacious garage of his mansion. As soon as he switched off the car he ran inside.

“Mom?” he asked, walking in the fully dark house.

“Up here sweetie!” Amanda answered and he went up. What he saw nearly make him jump out of his socks. Amanda sat in a sheer nightie, not even reaching her hips due to being held up by her humongous tits.

“Hello Kenny,” She said, standing up, her brown hair looking beautiful partially over her face. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Kenny walked over and kissed her passionately, feeling her tongue circling his.

“I have something for you.” Amanda said as they sat on the bed.

Pulling a lidded box from under the bed, she placed her hands on it and gave a smile to her son.

“Kenny… do you remember…” Amanda got choked up but felt better as Kenny comfortingly took her hand, “Do you remember when you were 8? And you found that crate, but you could open it your father came in and started yelling?”

Kenny nodded and Amanda handed him the box, smiling from ear to ear. He took a breath and removed the lid, gasping at what he saw. His mother, much younger though just as beautiful, stood naked by a tree, her tits, then at least a D-cup sat perkily on her chest.

Another photo showed a close-up her playing with her pussy and squeezing her boobs. The photos were all hotter than the one before. But when Kenny got to last one, he got harder than he ever had before.

It showed Amanda, fully naked and splattered with her son’s cum. She held a sign reading:

1,000,000 copies!

Kenny met his mother’s gleaming eyes who kissed him again. “You’ve gone places I never imagined baby. Your no-good father left before he could see the brilliant young man you’ve become. But I’m willing to do anything and everything I can to make sure you go to the top.”

“I can’t thank you enough Mom,” Kenny said, “for everything.”

Amanda smiled and felt his hands inching toward her rack. “Mommy’s special boy is ready for his birthday present now hmm?”

“I’ve been waiting all day…” he replied, beginning to suck her nipples through the silk material, prompting her to moan.

Her angelic face was framed by her shoulder length brown hair. Kenny’s cock was rising fast and stuck out lewdly. Amanda unzipped his pants and saw his erect cock and body and she gave him a huge smile.

Kenny then reached out and grab her hips and pulled her body into his and began kissing her as intensely as possible. Amanda spread her legs and moaned as her son slid into her.

“Fuck me baby.” Amanda begged, “fuck me for all eternity.”

The brutal fucking went on for almost 2 hours. At the very end, Amanda let out a blood curdling scream “Kenny you are a sex god and the ultimate stud! CUM INSIDE ME!!!!!”

Her lust and pleasure-filled eyes met his as she raised her legs, taking his my quick thrusts like a pornstar. Kenny then immersed himself in her beautiful tits, feeling the soft melons bounce against his face.

It felt as if his heart stopped as he came inside her, filling her twat with his seed.

“Fuck yes!!!” Amanda screamed as she dug her nails into the back of Kenny’s head, “Cum in me! Give me a fucking baby in my dirty cunt!!”

As his rod stopped spraying, he pulled out, his exhausted cock flopping between his legs, dripping in juices from them both.

“Fuck, that wonderful” Amanda said. When she sidled up to him, Kenny placed one hand around her and she snuggled into him.

“I suppose you will soon have a son and brother,” Amanda chuckled and he did too.

As he kissed her, Kenny made sure to rub her belly and felt her hand doing the same. They interlocked fingers and stroked it as a couple.

“What are you thinking about Kenny?” Amanda asked with a warm smile.

“How I want to knock you up again as soon as you’ve had that one,” Kenny replied and Amanda checked her watch.

“8:03, we have plenty of time.”

Kenny looked in her eyes and said, “How about we go and take a shower together?”

“I can’t think of nothing better Daddy” she quietly said. “But only if you let me wash that cock and your huge balls.”

Before entering, Amanda turned around and kissed him, “You’re the best lover Kenny.”

“And you’re the best MILF in the world,” he replied before picked her up and getting under the warm water.

They reacquainted our bodies and cleaned up. With them both naked and wet, it wasn’t long before they were fucking full swing. As the two began to fuck, their loud moans and grunts filled the house, the passion and love between them never to be broken.

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Back in the seventies, you just left school and found a job. I didn’t know what I wanted to do and after a couple of jobs I didn’t like, I started working for small printing company. It was a family run business, the owner was Mr Davis, but he wasn’t in the office much. His son, who preferred to be called Rod, ran the day-to-day things. Then there was their secretary Rita Robertson, she was the sort of middle-aged woman whose word was law and nobody dared to argue with. I had been working there about five months before we had the company’s Christmas outing. It was going to be dinner, a night drinking in the city and a hotel stay. It sounded great and I would be an adult for the night. At seventeen, you think you can handle alcohol, but I drank a bit too much during the meal. I thought I was fine, but then we hit the town and after a couple of pubs, I was feeling very unsteady. Rod decided to we should go to a strip show and we all lined up outside the club. “He’s not eighteen, he can’t come in.” The bouncer eyed me up, I swayed as I tried to remember what my birth date should be if I had been old enough. “It’s alright Rod; I’m not a great one for strip joints. I’ll go back to the hotel with him,” Mrs Robertson had spoken. I felt like I was back at school and she was the headmistress. Sitting in the hotel bar Mrs. R. ordered two Irish coffees. This was new to me, the hot coffee and strong whiskey burnt my throat. She seemed more relaxed in the bar drinking her coffee; stretching her long legs out, she almost lay in the chair. I started to notice her large breasts as they heaved with escort every breath; my eyes kept drawing to them. Then, as she shuffled in her seat, I caught glimpses of her stocking top and creamy white thigh. She was at least my Mum’s age but I still found her very sexy. “Time you went to bed young man,” she commanded. I finished my coffee and dutifully followed her. We walked up the stairs to the first floor of the hotel and I turned to climb the second flight to my room. “Not so fast young man, I want a word with you in private.” I knew she had caught me taking an eyeful of her thigh and stocking tops, and I probably hadn’t been too discrete about looking at her cleavage as well. She took hold of my tie and led me towards her room, then pushed me through the door in front of her. I knew I was in trouble. “Now young man, you have spent this evening trying to see up my skirt or look down blouse. Now it’s very rude…” I started to stutter an apology, but she silenced me with a finger held to my lips. “It’s very rude to do that and not to say how attractive you think the woman is. Kevin, do you know what an Aunty is when she is not a relative?” I didn’t. “Well, it’s an older woman that teaches a young man like you about sex. I know what girls your age are like, they won’t do this or don’t like that. Now, I’m an experienced mature woman who doesn’t mind sharing her experience with somebody younger.” I was dumbfounded I had expected a telling off, or even a warning from the boss, but not Mrs Robertson wanting sex with me. I was excited and scared at escort bayan the same time. “So Kevin if you promise never to tell anybody about tonight, I’m going to become your Aunty and I’m giving you a big green light to do what you want. Since you have spent the evening looking at my breasts why don’t you help me take my blouse off, then you can hold and enjoy them.” Rita started to undo the buttons on her cuffs; my fingers fumbled the buttons at the front. She let her blouse fall from her shoulders revealing her breasts as they spilled from their cups. Placing a hand behind my head, she coaxed me down onto them. The smell of her perfume intoxicated me with lust. I kissed one breast gently to see what she would do. She pushed my head closer into the valley between them, then taking my hand and she placed it on one of her soft white mounds. “You play with that Lovey,” she coaxed me. My girlfriend breasts were so much smaller and she only let me touch them if she was in the mood. These were warm, soft globes with rubbery nipples waiting to be sucked. I heard the noise of a zip being opened and a swish as her skirt fell to the floor. Then she gently pushed me away, Aunty stood in front of me in stockings, suspender belt, bra and knickers. It was like a page I’d seen in my mum’s home shopping catalogue that was entitled ‘For Those Special Nights’. My mother always tutted and hurriedly turned the offending pages over when she got to that part of the book. Now here was a woman my mother’s age wearing these cloths and offering to teach me about bayan escort sex. “Let’s get these cloths off you shall we Kev?” Aunty said starting to undress me, in moments I stood naked except for my Y fronts conscious of my stiff dick making them bulge. Stunned and terrified, I was hornier than I had ever felt in my life; Rita cupped my balls with one hand and peeled the waistband of my pants down with the other. Her soft fingers bounced my balls gently, “When did your girlfriend last empty these for you?” She asked. I told her that my girlfriend was frightened about getting pregnant, so I had to wear a sheath, but not allowed to cum in her. “Well Lovey, that’s not a problem for me.” She gripped my cock in her hand and rubbed her thumb over my piss hole. “You’re leaking already, you’re not going to last long are you Lovey? Better give Aunty Rita a treat first. Do you know how to French Kiss? I nodded. She pushed me gently onto the bed and pulled my pants off, laying on my back my stiffy stood out like a flagpole from body. I watched as she unclipped her bra and let her tits swing free. They were two of three times bigger than my girlfriend’s and those nipples were so long. Next, she slid her knickers down and smiled at me; still wearing the stockings, suspenders and the high-heeled shoes, she climbed onto the bed beside me. “Well you go down there and French kiss me.” Aunty pushed my head between her legs. I had never kissed a girl there before and wasn’t sure what to do. The two girlfriends that had let me see their pussy’s had lips that always seemed to be squeezed together, but these were big and wide open. At last, I understood what men in the pub meant when they talked about beef curtains or saddlebags. I pushed my tongue into her hole not knowing quite what to do; I expected it to be disgusting, but it tasted slightly tangy and felt slippery on my tongue.

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