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Author’s Note:

All characters engaged in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are fictional. Any similarities with actual events or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.

This is a work of fiction, and as such, certain events or situations may be improbable, and certain details may not correspond to real life. If you’re looking for strictly likely situations and exact reality, I suggest you skip this.

I might as well admit it here. This isn’t the last installment. I think 8,000 to 10,000 words is a nice length, but at this point I’m at 16,000 words, and not done yet. So here it is, the third, and maybe, almost, just about close to the final chapter. Probably. I’m usually always, kind of right on these sorts of things.

*****

I tried really hard to stare at Rusty, to figure out what he was saying, but my head was swimming and I felt a little dizzy.

“It was right after your pa and ma moved out to that ranch. You and Bonnie were tiny little babies a few months old. June wanted a baby so bad, but we both knew I couldn’t make no babies, cause of an accident I had as a kid. Everything else works down there, just not my nuts.

“Your ma and my June met at the grocery store, and hit it off. She invited them over for dinner, and we all kind of got drunk. We didn’t plan it, but your ma and pa ain’t never been with nobody but each other before, things got a little crazy with all four of us. Your ma and I had our own fun while June and your pa ended up making Haley that night right there in our living room.

“June told me she was pregnant, and we both knew it wasn’t mine. We never told your parents, so they don’t know.”

“Why? Why are you telling me this?”

I wasn’t angry, I just really wanted to know why Rusty thought this had anything to do with me illegally having sex with Bonnie.

“Cause it would kill my little girl if she found out I ain’t her pa. Now, you got insurance that I’ll never tell your secret.”

“I don’t think I can just not tell Bonnie.”

Rusty nodded his head thoughtfully, then stared out the windshield of the truck some more.

Rusty looked at me and nodded his head again.

“You can’t just not tell your Bonnie. Tell her, but make sure she knows how big a secret it is. Now, let’s go get them supplies. They ain’t carrying themselves out to the truck.”

**

“We have a sister? We have a sister?” Bonnie squealed.

I nodded my head. I hadn’t mentioned yet why Rusty told me about Haley being our sister.

“I want to meet her! What’s she look like? Does she have red hair like us? Tell me everything about her, Clyde.”

“Bonnie, I’ve never met her. She’s away at college, someplace out east. The only thing I can tell you about her is she can’t ever know she’s our sister.”

Bonnie’s enthusiasm was suddenly gone. Her expression was a mixture of confusion and disappointment.

“She can’t know? Why? Why can’t she know?”

“Rusty knows we’re twins.”

“Clyde…you told him?”

“I didn’t need to. He knows Dad…and apparently Mom. He knew who I was before I told him. He knew your name and that you were my sister the second he saw you.”

“He knows we…that we’re…that…”

“He knows. Did you know it’s illegal for us to have sex?”

Bonnie slowly nodded her head and I could see the tears filling her eyes.

“It’s OK, Bonnie,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her.

“That’s why he told me about Haley. It would destroy her if she found out he isn’t her real Dad, and he says now we have insurance that he won’t ever tell anybody. If he tells, we could tell his secret.”

“You blackmailed your bossman?”

“No,” I chuckled. “He volunteered. He also said there’s worse things a person can do than loving the wrong, pretty girl.”

Bonnie raised her eyes to mine, and smiled.

“He said I’m pretty?”

I smiled and nodded at my lovely sister.

“Do you think I’m the wrong girl?”

“I don’t care, because you’re the only girl.”

**

The next few weeks it was hard to not stare at June every morning at the ranch house, and imagine my Dad making a baby with her. I also imagined Rusty and Mom together, but wasn’t sure exactly what they had done together. I knew exactly what Dad had done with June, and assumed that Rusty and Mom had done the same thing, in the same room with the others.

I didn’t eat breakfast at the big house everyday. Bonnie had some kind of internal alarm that woke her up most mornings early enough that she had a hot breakfast ready for me, but I still went inside for the day’s meeting before we started work.

Even on the days my sister woke me instead of going to make breakfast, then kissed me goodbye wearing one of my work shirts and cum running down the inside of her thighs, I still got hard when I saw June and thought of my Dad fucking her to make a sister for me and Bonnie that we had never met.

“I think about them, too, Clyde,” Bonnie announced one night after we had made and eaten dinner together, and were erzurum escort sitting on the sofa watching a crime drama on the television.

We never talked about what Bonnie did during the day while I was working the ranch, but I had an idea. The house was always spotless, there were never more than two days of dirty clothes, and Bonnie’s body had changed ever so slightly.

Under her freckles and pearl white skin, I could feel the ripple of muscles she had not had when she came to take possession of the one thing she wanted most in life. That’s what she called it, coming to live with me. She obviously had taken up exercising.

“You think about who?” I asked her before turning to meet her gaze. She had a mischievous grin on her lips and a twinkle in her baby blues.

“Dad and June having sex.”

“Oh, them. You say it like I think about them.”

“Clyde,” Bonnie giggled. “I know you do. I know you get an erection thinking about the two of them, naked, having sex, and wondering if Dad enjoyed it as much as you enjoy having your own, beautiful, hard cock buried in my tight, wet, delicious pussy.”

I was flabbergasted. I knew Bonnie seemed to read my mind sometimes, but I never realized she could see in my head so accurately.

Bonnie leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue around the outside my ear then whispered “You want to watch somebody fucking, don’t you, little brother?”

She nibbled my earlobe once, then sat back and looked at me with an innocent look on her face.

“I didn’t know my sweet sister was such a pervert.”

“Clyde Steele, you say that like it’s a bad thing,” Bonnie pouted.

I was speechless, again. An apology was forming in my mind, until I felt my sister’s fingers walk across my hip and begin to lower the zipper on my tan trousers.

“Don’t worry little brother, your big sister will take care of your little problem here,” she murmured demurely without moving her eyes away from mine.

“Oh my, this isn’t such a little problem, after all,” she giggled before leaning down and running her tongue around the head of my throbbing cock.

As she lowered her mouth around me, I reached for the button on her denims, but her body stiffened and she sat up.

“Clyde…we can’t.”

“Bonnie?”

“I got my period today.”

She looked like she wanted to cry.

“Are you OK, Bonnie?”

“Yes, my love. It’s just, I don’t know. I don’t think I want to do that when I’m bleeding,” she almost whined, then sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I want you so bad right now, but don’t worry, you’re going to fill me up with your cum anyway, just not there.”

I must have blinked, because I was suddenly in her mouth again, and her head was bobbing in my lap. I was certain after only a few strokes in her hot, wet mouth I would come, but she stopped, and began rubbing her cheeks and chin on my throbbing cock and gently squeezing my balls while she almost smiled and gazed into my eyes.

I felt the edge of my orgasm fade, and she renewed her assault, but a little slower this time. She continued to gently massage my balls as her lips and tongue worked their magic on my turgid penis, working me around her mouth and in and out.

It took longer this time to approach the edge, but as I sensed the impending explosion of my creamy semen, she again withdrew and kissed down my shaft and began to lick and suck my balls while holding my erection upright.

By the time she had brought me to the brink and stopped for the fourth or fifth time, I was seriously worried my balls would ignite and shoot flames out the end of my cock. I could see her saliva had pooled around the base of my cock and her hand and my balls glistened from her drool.

“Bonnie, please…” I moaned as she took me in her mouth again.

She must have understood my plight, because this round there was no slow and steady. I could see her face was covered with a sheen of perspiration from her exertion as her head bobbed quickly in my lap, and I was quickly approaching the point of no return.

Without warning, I felt her hand drop away from my wet balls, then a finger slid effortlessly into my rectum and curl upward inside me.

My climax was sudden, and felt as if it started as an eruption deep inside my guts, further inside than ever before. The heat burned a path through my balls and up my shaft as my beautiful sister pulled her face away from me and a thick, hot shot of cum exploded across the bridge of her nose and splattered on her cheeks and over her closed eyes.

The second blast landed squarely on her upper lip and spread in a wave up into her nose and down over her chin. Her finger inside me seemed to be pumping my ejaculations, accelerating their speed and increasing the volume. The next three blasts struck with equal ferocity as the first two, on her forehead, one of her closed eyelids, and then the opposite cheek.

Finally, the next several volleys weakened and she managed to aim them for her now open mouth before she covered my head with her lips and sucked eskişehir escort out the last few aftershocks of my orgasm.

Bonnie struggled a little to get her cum blasted eyes open and look at me.

“Am I pretty?” she giggled at me. My cum was literally covering her face. I was shocked at the amount of milky goo on her, and she had even swallowed some.

“Beautiful,” I choked out, still struggling to breath.

Bonnie smiled, then cupped my cheek in her hand before reaching down and taking my phone out of my pocket and walking to the bathroom.

She was in the bathroom for a few minutes before I heard the water come on and run for just a minute. She was smiling her biggest, most beautiful smile as she made her way back toward me. I hadn’t had the energy to rearrange my clothes, and she bent at the waist and gave my limp dick a lingering kiss before tucking me in and fastening my pants again.

“I love you Clyde Steele,” she murmured as she sat down, then held my phone out to me.

I looked at the screen, and saw a picture of my beautiful sister’s face, covered with my cum, smiling at me from the screen.

“That’s for when you miss me at work, and want to be reminded what I look like covered in your love,” she giggled. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“Question? What question?”

“Do you want to watch somebody having sex? Do you wish you could watch Dad fucking June? Or…Mom fucking Rusty? Just anybody fucking somebody?” Bonnie’s voice had trailed off to a whisper at the end.

**

“Rusty, do you have electricity there?” I asked into my phone while I looked at my sister’s shadow in the darkness.

“Nope. Line’s down somewhere between here and town. You and Bonnie come up here. We have a generator for the house and barns. They ain’t gonna have it back up before tomorrow night, or later.”

“OK, Rusty. Thanks.”

I lowered the phone from my ear, but kept it high enough to give the room a dim glow. Bonnie looked scared.

“A line is down. We’re going to the big house for tonight, and maybe a couple nights.”

The storm was unusual for Beaver, especially late November. We had only a few inches of snow, but the wind and bitter cold were making things miserable for everybody, especially the electric company.

We had made our usual Friday night grocery trip a few hours ago, so we had plenty of food, but no way to cook without power. We also had no way to heat the house. At least our old house, with Dad and Mom, had a wood burning fireplace we had used when the power went out.

I made a mental note, looking at the fear on my sister’s face, that I would get us a generator for the next time this happened.

“I don’t know, Clyde. I’m scared…”

Bonnie had not been to the big house, Rusty and June’s home. I wasn’t even sure she had seen it from the outside. We never passed by on our way anywhere.

“Trust me, Bonnie, everything will be fine.”

I wondered if she worried there would be a repeat of what happened with Rusty and June with Dad and Mom. I was fairly certain that wouldn’t come up.

“OK, I’ll pack us some clothes, since you promise.”

Rusty met us at the door wearing a robe and some flannel looking pajama pants underneath. It looked like he had been in bed when I called him. He smiled a reassuring smile at Bonnie as she passed him, still looking a little frightened.

“We got several empty bedrooms, but Haley’s is the only one ready to sleep in. The missus keeps fresh sheets in there, just in case Haley shows up unexpectedly.”

I glanced at my sister, and her blue eyes were sparkling with a smile on her face.

“Oh, that will be just lovely, Rusty. Thank you so much for letting us come.”

Rusty showed us up a wide set of polished wooden stairs to the second floor. There were several closed doors on each side. He walked past the first doors on each side, and opened the second one.

“This is the bathroom. Clean towels and wash rags are under the sink. The door on the other side, behind you, is Haley’s.”

Bonnie pushed past me and opened the door and clicked on the light.

“Thanks again Rusty. See you in the morning,” Bonnie giggled before pulling me inside and shutting the door behind us.

I put the box Bonnie had packed our clothes in on the foot of the bed while she peered around the room.

“This is…um…nice?”

I looked around. The walls were covered with posters and drawings. One wall held a bookshelf with a few books, but most of the shelves had trophies, plaques and ribbons filling them. There was a desk with a computer on it, a dresser with a TV on top, and another desk with a mirror. Everything looked rather, well, feminine, I guess.

“Clyde,” Bonnie hissed out a whisper. “This is our sister’s bedroom.”

I had moved over to the desk with a mirror on it. The edges of the mirror were filled with photographs. Most had several girls in them, doing various things. Some had only a couple girls. I was looking for Haley, but I had no idea what she looked gaziantep escort like.

“Lots of pictures of girls. I wonder which one is Haley.” I didn’t really expect Bonnie to have an answer, but she’s always surprising me.

She came over to stand beside me, and in a second or two pointed to a picture of a close up of two girls’ faces.

“That’s Haley. She has your eyes.”

I bent over and looked closer. The girl had long, straight, dark brown hair that flowed straight down from the top of her head to beyond the edge of the picture. Where the light hit her hair just right, I could see a deep red shade. Her skin was tanned, and she had a patch of freckles on each cheek that met across her nose. She was almost smiling at us with the exact same almost smile that Bonnie had so often given me, and she definitely had Bonnie’s baby blue eyes.

“She’s beautiful,” Bonnie whispered.

“She’s your sister, so of course she’s beautiful.”

Bonnie turned to me and kissed me hard, pushing me backwards toward the bed.

“Little brother, I want you to fuck me in our sister’s bed. I don’t care if Rusty and June hear us fucking either.”

**

My alarm startled me from sleep. Maybe I was dreaming, or maybe it was because my alarm didn’t sound right. It seemed too far away. I reached for where I always put it without looking, found the bedside table wasn’t there, and sat up.

It took me a few seconds to remember we weren’t at home. I had to get out of bed and take a few steps to Haley’s desk where I put my phone and turn it off.

Bonnie wasn’t in bed, and the room smelled of our sex from the night before.

Without thinking, I went straight to the bathroom across the hallway to shower. When I was finished and dried off, I ambled back out into the hallway.

“Geez, Clyde. I can’t take you anywhere!” Bonnie hissed at me. She was almost to the top of the stairs.

“What?”

“You’re naked in the hallway! That’s what.”

“Well, what are you wearing?”

I could see what she was wearing now that she had arrived at the top of the stairs. Light gray flannel pajama pants with big white rabbits in various poses under an over-sized hoody sweatshirt with a rainbow and unicorn on the front. I was fairly certain they weren’t hers. The hoody was several sizes too big for her, and the pajama pants were bunched up around her feet and ankles with just the toes of her fuzzy slippers visible.

“I found them in the dresser. They must be Haley’s, and she must be a giant.”

“They’re certainly, well, girly, aren’t they?”

“I like them, little brother. You don’t think I’m a girly girl?”

“I think you’re amazing, smart, funny, sweet, attractive, perfect… but girly?”

“Whatever. Get dressed and come down,” she growled and turned to leave. “And you forgot beautiful,” she giggled over her shoulder before heading back down.

“Humble. I forgot humble too,” I called to her before going back into Haley’s bedroom to dress.

I found Rusty in the large dining room, looking at a tablet.

“Morning,” I greeted him before he looked up.

“How’d ya sleep, kid?”

“Pretty good, I think.”

“Good. I noticed some commotion, but reckoned if there was a problem, you’d come find me. Apparently ya didn’t need no help though.”

“No, we managed fine, I think.”

“Yep, yer missus seemed chipper enough, so it seems her thinking was ya did a fine enough job.”

It took me a second to catch his meaning, and then he chuckled as I felt my face flush warm.

I was saved by the sound of the front door, followed by several sets of heavy foot steps on the hardwood floor in the front room. Soon the rest of the crew ambled in and sat down around the table.

As if on cue, June stepped out of the kitchen with platters of steaming food in each hand.

“Good morning, guys,” she greeted us with a big smile, and moved toward the table, revealing my beautiful sister behind her.

Bonnie’s eyes widened at the sight of the table filled with men.

We all stood. I don’t know why we did that, but it’s what we did the first time June came in the room every day. It’s what we did, and of course, I was used to it now.

“This is Bonnie,” Rusty announced. “Clyde’s wife. They ain’t got a generator, since Walt took his with him when he left, so they stayed here last night.”

The men greeted my sister with “hello”, “ma’am”, and even a “howdy” before we all sat down. This seemed to put her at ease, and her startled expression melted into her trademark almost smile, then a wink at me.

“Clyde, does your wife have a sister at home?” Tommy, the next youngest of the men, besides me, asked, turning to look at me.

Rusty laughed right out loud, and the others at least chuckled.

“What? I’m just saying, it ain’t easy to find a girl, and if there’s one available that’s half as beautiful as your Bonnie, I’d sure like to meet her.”

“Tommy…” Rusty started in a stern voice.

“No, Tommy, I’m sorry. I don’t have a sister. I only have a little brother, but I could introduce you if you want,” Bonnie finished for Rusty.

Tommy’s face was a bright red as everyone else had a good laugh.

“Let’s eat, before somebody hurts themselves. There really ain’t much to do today, and I reckon Clyde and me, plus one other can ride out after breakfast and check the herd. Anybody wanna volunteer?”

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I had just gotten up to go to the bathroom. I was about to bust a bladder and had a great boner to boot.

As I approached the bathroom I heard some muffled noises and gently peeked through the door that was slightly ajar.

I need to clarify that I worked midnight’s at a foundry that was close to where I lived. I slept during the day and was up by the time my brother and sister came home from school. This day was no different with the exception that I had to pee in the middle of the day.

As I peeked through the slightly open door I saw my step mother was on the john and was apparently playing with herself. I play with myself so I wasn’t about to interrupt her.

As I stepped away from the door I heard her call my name.

I came back to the door and asked her what she needed.

“Come in here a minute.” She said.

I entered the bathroom and stood there very awkwardly.

“What did you see just now?” she asked.

“I just saw you wiping yourself” I lied.

She looked at the front of my briefs and said “That thing says you are lying. How come it’s so large and hard?” she asked.

“I just woke up with it” I said. And that was the truth.

“Well come a little bit closer so I can see what my wiping myself did for you.”

I stepped closer and she gently reached out and took my dick in her hands. She pulled my shorts down and was looking at it like it was a prize strawberry or something.

She began to slowly stroke it and I began to go into shock.

I liked the feel of her warm hand.

Slowly she began to move towards it and suddenly she had the head of my dick in her mouth.

She began to suck it ever so slowly.

“I’ve been needing one of these for two tokat escort days and couldn’t imagine where I could find one. Then by miracle of all miracles one gets dropped in my lap. Or should I say, In my mouth?”

As she sucked I was getting close to cumming. Ever so close.

“You probably had better stop” I said.

“Why?, are you afraid we’ll get caught?”

“No” I said “I’m about to cum”

And with that she shoved my cock down her throat and began to suck it in earnest. That was all it took, I began to shoot my cum down her throat, because that’s where the head of my dick was. In her throat. She was moaning and groaning.

“M-m-m-m-m-m” she cooed. “That’s the best cum I’ve had in a while”

For the moment I was shot. My wad was shot and my energy was gone. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub to get my breath back. She just looked at my dick and licked her lips.

“Is that all you got?” she asked kind of pitiful like.

“No, If I get a chance to catch my breath I can probably go again. ” I said.

She slid off of the stool and down between my legs and began to stroke my dick slowly. She picked the head up and began to suck it very gently. True to form he began to spring back to life. Slowly at first but then as he got harder

it began to stand by itself. She began to suck on my dick hard and was getting a little rough with it. I liked that. She could get as rough as she wanted to with it.

She bent down on all fours and pointed to her cunt.

“Put that thing in there where it belongs” she said. “Put it in as deep as it will go and fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you know how. You do know how to fuck don’t you?”

Well I was no professional but yozgat escort I was about to give her as much of that dick as I could. I started to put it in her slowly. Foolish me, I thought I might hurt her. Just about the time I got the head in her she slammed her ass back on me and engulfed my whole dick in her cunt. I almost came right there. I had had a few sexual encounters but I had never had a woman impale herself like that on me. Like she wanted it and really needed it.

I pulled back and grabbed her by the hips and slammed my dick back into her as hard as I could.

“That’s it. That’s it. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me so hard that I can’t stand up. Fuck me till I cum. Fuck me, FUCK ME-e-e-e-e”

Damn, lady I was doing the best I could. I began to slam her as hard as I could. I mustered up all the strength I could and crammed it to her. I found plenty of strength to fuck her with.

I heard her begin to whimper and I thought I had hurt her. I began to slow and almost withdrew my dick from her cunt. “Don’t you dare. You fuck that pussy as hard as you can and until I tell you to stop.”

She began to shudder. I didn’t know it then but she was having an orgasm. She shook like I had poured ice water on her .Then she fell forward and just lay on the floor. I pulled my dick out of her and rocked back on my heels. I thought she was probably spent for the day so I got up and sat on the stool.

“That is probably the best fuck I have had in weeks. Maybe in months. I needed that. I have been horny for several days and couldn’t think of where I could get a dick to satisfy me and it was here in the house all the time. You are good” she told me. “I hope we can do this some more”

I zonguldak escort was just about to get up and wash my dick off and go back to bed when she reached out and took my dick in her hand and began to stroke it slowly.

“Would you like to try something else before you go back to bed?” she asked

“I’m game” was all I could say.

She reached in the medicine cabinet and took out a small jar of Vaseline, opened the lid and took a small dollop out and wrapped her hand around my dick and lubed it well. She took that lubed hand and lubricated her ass. I hadn’t seen where she lubed but I didn’t really care either.

She turned around and raised one leg up on the toilet stool lid and showed me her ass hole. I got the idea but didn’t know for sure. I approached her slowly and let the head of my dick approach her asshole. She slowly began to push back towards me. Slowly engulfing my dick into her ass. I had never had this experience before and was just about to blow my wad watching it disappear into her ass. I couldn’t stand it any more so I just crammed it in her as deep as I could go.

She screamed. Loudly. And then she began to fuck my dick. Over and over it disappeared into her bowels. I only lasted maybe thirty for forty strokes and then I blew my wad deep inside her ass.

I almost fell back to the side of the tub. Out of breath and sweating like a stuck hog.

She turned around slowly. Dropped her dress down over her body and gently reached down and kissed me on the lips.

“Now if you don’t say anything to anybody we can do this more often. Like maybe tomorrow. Would you like that?” she said.

I could only nod and wonder what I was supposed to say.

Inside I was screaming “Hell, you know I want to fuck you again tomorrow” but on the outside all I could do was nod.

“Remember, Don’t say anything to anybody and be here tomorrow. OK?”

And with that she kissed me again and pranced out the door. Things were about to take a different twist in this house hold.

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My mother Ann has always been very prim and proper lady with grace and style. In her late forties, she and my dad had been divorced for three years, since I was fifteen. I always thought she was beautiful with her long brown hair, shapely figure, and kind disposition. I never would have dreamed that I would lust after her one day.

It had been a very hot summer when mom found her new boyfriend Andy. He was a decent looking guy but a little bit old for her in my opinion. He was 67 years old and moved with a slow steady pace. The important part was that he treated my mother like a queen, always taking her out and buying her nice gifts and showing her a lot of respect.

Well one day after classes let out early I came home and told mom that I would be hanging out with some friends for the night. Me and my buddies wanted to take in a club or two and I didn’t like the idea of mom waiting up for me like she does when she knows I’m coming home. “Well have a good night Jake and try not to stay out too late.” She said as she gave me a kiss goodbye and I was off.

A few hours later after waiting at a local bar for my friends who decided to leave me high and dry for their girlfriends I figured I would come home and give mom some company. What I saw when I got there still haunts my wettest dreams to this day.

As I entered the house I was about to call out “I’m home” but was stopped short by a noise that can only be described as a soulful moan. The weird part was it did not sound like my mother. I’m no fool I know she sleeps with Andy but what I did not know was who else was keeping her company.

As I crept into the house further, I realized the noise was coming from her bedroom. The door to her room was partially open and I could hear the unmistakable sounds of ordu escort a woman moaning and what sounded like sloppy open mouthed kissing. As I peeked around the door I saw my mother with her head buried in my Aunt Carol’s pussy. Carol was on her hands and knees with her ass high in the air and there was my mom right behind her like two dogs greeting each other just licking and slurping on her cunt.

Carol cried out “Oh shit Annie…you’re gonna make me come baby!” At this mom let out a sexy moan of own and redoubled her efforts even going as far a tonguing Carol’s asshole. That did it. Carol began to come hard as mom glued her mouth to my aunt’s wet and juicy quim and sucked for all she was worth.

After a few moments I realized two things. One my cock was harder than a Greek quadratic equation. And two Andy, who up till now I had not noticed sitting next to the bed, cock in hand, was looking right at me with a wicked grin on his face. He subtly moved his finger to his lips to tell me to keep quiet, and then moved over onto the bed. The ladies were feeling very good by this time and Andy was not about to give them a break. He turned my aunt over and spread her legs apart as she still lay spent from mom’s ministrations and then sank his erect tool into her moist inner depths. Carol cried out in pleasure as she was penetrated and Andy says, “Hey sweetie, why don’t you give your sister a treat?”

Mom knew just what he meant and crawled over her baby sisters face as Andy stroked steadily into her pussy and placed her dripping pussy over Carol’s mouth. I’ll never forget the sight of Carol’s tongue eagerly reaching out to lap and dig into my mother’s hot box. My cock seemed like it was about to rip through my pants so I decided to go with my osmaniye escort feelings. As my dick sprang free and felt the rush of cool air from the AC I almost came. Andy was tearing Carol’s twat up. The bed was shaking violently as, in spite of his advanced years his cock pistoned in and out relentlessly. Mom looked like she was about to come as well with Carol’s tongue so completely buried in her cunt.

Andy then surprised me again. “Annie baby, let her lick your asshole.” Mom then positioned her self so that her asshole was over Carol’s lips and without missing a beat Carol began trying to pry her tongue into her sister’s ass. It was all too much for me and hardly touching my dick, it began to spurt uncontrollably. I did all I could to keep myself quiet as I pulled my pants back on as this incestuous trio built to a crescendo which had Andy blast a huge load of cum into my Aunt’s hot pussy. Then he got up from the bed and let my mom slide right into a 69 with her sister and suck his cum out of her pussy.

I tried to make my way silently back to the door but Andy quickly excused himself from the room as the ladies finished up and followed me down stairs.

“I saw when you first caught sight of your mom and aunt.” He explained as he quietly pulled up a seat in the kitchen. “At first I thought you were going to say something but then I saw the bulge in your pants and knew you were okay with it.”

I couldn’t help but be curious. “How long has this been going on?” I asked still trying to keep my voice from carrying too far.

“Well as I understand it, your mom and aunt have had a sexual relationship for many years now. Its one of the reasons your dad left. He just felt too conflicted and guilty with the whole incest thing sinop escort and eventually had to leave for what he felt was a bit more normalcy. Too much heavy Catholic upbringing.” He laughed gently. “Anyhow, when I started seeing your mother she was very concerned about sharing this part of her life with me but after a few sexy weekends of fun and debauchery she knew I would be okay with it” He then looked at me seriously. “That leaves us with what to do about you. I know what you have just seen is both disturbing and titillating as shown by the puddle of cum I walked through on my way out here. But my question is how are you feeling?”

I thought about that for a minute and realized that other than being a little taken aback. I was quite aroused and a little unsure of what I wanted to happen. “I don’t know what you expect me to say, but I admit that I am a little turned on by what I saw.”

“I know kid. But listen this has to stay our secret that you saw us. It would make your mom so uncomfortable to know what you saw. She thinks very highly of how the world and especially you see her. Matter of fact if you keep this to yourself I might be able to let you get a show like the one you just had on a more regular basis. What do you think?”

Before I could answer I heard my mom call out. “Andy baby we’re lonely in here! Come on back or we’re going to come out after you!” With that he stood up, in all his naked glory. “Alright babe. Carol why don’t you warm her up and I’ll be in there in a minute. Somebody is begging to have her ass fucked tonight!” I heard the ladies giggle and then the moaning began again.

“Listen Jake, you better get out of here. I promise I’ll let you know the next time we have a little fun like this and I’ll make sure you get a front row seat.” With that he went back to the bedroom and I heard him close the door behind him. I then left the house quietly and tried to connect with my friend Corey for a place to crash, but the only thing on my mind the whole night was Mom and Aunt Carol. I can’t wait to see what Andy has in store…

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This is the attachment to an email from a German student I met during a vacation at a nude resort in the south of France. She was at least thirty years younger than me. How we met and how we ended up in the same bed three or four times is a long story that may be told later. One time, she surprised me by whispering that something about me reminded her of her father, sometimes the things I said.

She admitted that my uncircumcised cock was like his, but she had only seen his when she was about that high.

During the vacation, she had more than just seen the other kind, despite not seeming like the kind of girl who would have. Maybe, however, I was projecting a too fatherly attitude on her. One night I dreamt about my wife when we first met, but somehow recognized that she was the daughter we didn’t have. My wife and I divorced a few years ago without a corespondent.

Anna and I exchanged emails after I returned to the States, nice ones, maybe even veiled affection, but perhaps all young girls sign their emails with “love.” I don’t want to think so. I hope that is enough to make sense of any references to her vacation.

A last word: she wanted it to be to be more about anticipation, but anticipation is ninety percent of pleasure. She didn’t have to tell me what it was like; we had done it all.

** *

I met my father a few days after returning from a vacation in France, which he had generously paid for. I hoped he and my girlfriend’s parents did not know that it was a nudest resort, My parents have been divorced for a few years, the reason I didn’t meet him immediately, but he suggested that I visit him sometime, with the expression that “we should see more of each other.”

During my vacation, I had met a nice American his age who reminded me a little of him and told him so. A day or two later, I was talking with him and his companion for the trip. A remark of hers turned the conversation to fathers and daughters. Enough background.

Last weekend, I visited my father, taking the first train I could late Friday afternoon. I had been in his flat before, but never overnight, and knew I would have to sleep on the sofa. He met me at the train station, and we embrace as we always did, but this time I held him closer, like I had when saying goodbye to the American. He seemed a little surprised, but then also clasped me closer, our hips pressed together. I was then also a little surprised, but liked it when he murmured “nice,” as we separated.

In his flat, he immediately showed me that he had put out bedding for me, next to the sofa, and asked what I wanted to do, if I wanted something to drink. I said the first thing that came to mind, that I wanted a shower and then a beer. “Me too, the beer,” he agree and went towards the kitchen.

As I opened my overnight bag, I realized that I hadn’t brought a bathrobe. I guess I could have kept my clothes on, but called after him:

“I don’t have a bathrobe.”

“I won’t look.”

I took that as an invitation to get undressed in the living room, going to the bathroom just in my panties and bra. I suppose that I should have thought to take clean ones with me, but I didn’t. When I was in the shower, he called:

“Oh, I have to bring you a towel. Thought of the bedding, but not that.”

When he brought, I surprised myself by saying that he could stay so that we could talk.

“If you want,” he replied and asked me how my vacation had been.

I told him, of course, that it had been very good, thanking him again, of course.

“What did you do, besides swim and sun? Still have a nice tan.”

“Lots of that, swim and sun.”

“And when the sun set?”

“Bar and dinner, then sometimes the bar again.”

“With whom? Other Germans?”

“Mostly Americans, a group from the States.”

“Could practice your English.”

“Yes.”

“And then?”

“You shouldn’t ask, Papa.”

“Hmmpf! Met someone?”

“I’m not a little girl anymore. Yes. A woman from the group spoke German and introduced us to two men in the group. The rest of them were couples.”

“Hope they were nice.”

“Nice enough.”

“What’s that mean?”

“If you have to know, we did sleep with them.”

“Maybe shouldn’t have asked.”

“That’s all right; you probably already thought that we did.”

“Hmmpf! Yes, but still shouldn’t have asked.

I peeked past the shower curtain and saw him sitting on the toilet. I rinsed the soap off myself and said:

“You can hand me my towel.”

I recognized that he got up to do so, handing it to me past the curtain, then murmuring:

“I’d better leave.”

Then I really surprised myself and admitted something I had planned not to:

“You don’t have to; all the men on the beach saw me.”

“Like that?! Like this?! With nothing on?!

“Sorry, Papa, yes.”

“It was one of those resorts, everyone nude?!

I had already admitted that it was, so why shouldn’t he also see me? Yes, I wanted him to.

“Yes, so you may just as well also see me.”

“Shit! Sorry!”

I had kırşehir escort already pulled back the curtain. Oh, I was too embarrassed to look at him, drying my face, but he could see the rest of me, not my erect nipples behind one end of the towel, but all the rest.

“Oh, you shave!” he murmured, obviously looking at me, but letting me know that he was still there. I murmured that most girls do, and lowered my towel, seeing that he was standing in the doorway. His eyes glanced up at my face and then at my breasts. Yes, despite still feeling embarrassed, I was enjoying it, especially when he blurted:

“God, you’re lovely!”

I lowered my hands, letting him see all of me. Is that what I had wanted, what the nice American had emailed about his wanting the weekend to be like I hoped? Whatever I had hoped, I sure hadn’t expected to start like this. My father muttered:

“If all the men on the beach saw you …”

He smiled wryly, apologetically for continuing to look at me. I liked it, feeling a little like a nude sculpture or one in a painting, just standing there to have a man enjoy looking at me. My father was, remarking softly:

“You have a lovely tan.”

I glanced down and replied:

You should have seen it a couple of weeks ago; my nipples hardly stood out.”

They did then, but I had meant their colour. We both snorted, smiling at each other, and I explained: “Not like that, the rest was almost as dark.”

That wasn’t really true, but I enjoyed that we could share reference to them; he had chuckled with a little nod and smile. I sure had not anticipated that this was the way our weekend was going to start and was more than a little surprised at myself. He was still looking at me. I said:

“You weren’t going to look.”

“Hmmpf! You made me, sort of, and did not seem to mind, wanted me to.”

“I guess I did,” I replied, adding: “Had to show someone my tan.”

“No boyfriend?”

“Not for that.”

I began to dry myself, liking that he still stood there watching me. I didn’t hurry, trying to do it as unselfconsciously as possible. After a moment or two, he remarked softly:

“But you just jumped into bed with one of those young men.”

“That was different; we knew it was just for the two weeks. Here it would be open-ended. You know, emotional, supposed to survive arguments. For two weeks, differences of opinion could be avoided.”

He nodded with brief smile. He had watched me dry my muschi and everything else. As I was hanging up the towel, he asked:

“And the woman who spoke German?”

“She was with an older man, only older than her, about your age.”

He had a wry smile when I turned back to him. I picked my bra and panties up off the floor and stood up again and stepped towards him. He stepped out of the doorway and asked:

“You’re not going to stay that way, are you?”

I had to grin at the thought that he was apparently thinking that I might be wanting to. I snickered and replied:

“Only if you want me to.”

“Don’t ask!” I shouldn’t be enjoying seeing my … you like this.”

“Why not, if you like to?”

“You know why. You’re the only woman whose been here, … well, like that.”

“Pity.”

“Never worked out; sort of gave up after a couple of dates after the divorce. You had better put something on. I’ll get our beers.”

He went to the kitchen, and I returned to my overnight bag.

What to wear? Why had I packed the cloth that one of the young men had given me. They had insisted on giving Petra and me each one. I could have thought to wear it to the bathroom. I quickly passed it around my back and crossed the ends in front and tied the corners behind my neck. It covered everything.

Papa returned with our beers, smiling and remarking:

“I guess that is what girls wear there, when they are not on the beach. Prost.”

“Yes. Prost.”

We drank with smiles. He chuckled and remarked:

“When I suggested that you visit me, I was thinking that we should see more of each other, but not quite like that.”

“Me neither, ‘not quite like that’!” I agreed, and we grinned and had another sip and sat down.

We looked at each other, both smirking, and I remarked:

“But you did not mind. Maybe I just took being naked a little too for granted after being there.”

“It sure looked like it. But no, I did not mind.”

“That’s good.”

We smiled again and had another sip. After a moment he asked:

“And the ‘older’ American, he was nice.”

“Very; it was nice talking with them both.”

“Sitting naked on the beach?”

I snickered with a nod, replying:

“Of course, also with clothes on in the hotel. Thank you again.”

“Hmmpf, my pleasure, even if I didn’t know your vacation was going to be like that.”

“So it is fair for you to ask.”

“Not sure if I should ask more, dare to.”

“Then don’t, but I will try to answer honestly.”

He smiled wryly, and said:

“Kind of hard to imagine you on the beach with malatya escort everyone else like that. Well, I don’t have to imagine you now, just strange, sitting around as though it were completely normal.

“It felt like that after the first day.”

I chuckled and added:

“For the men, too, if that was what you were wondering about.”

“I guess so!”

He raised his glass, smirking at my having understood, and we had another sip. He smiled wry again. I was getting to expect that, liking what he then usually said, recalling that the nice American had often made similar remarks. Papa didn’t disappoint me, not that his first question was one the American would have had to make:

“Do all the women shave? When did you?”

“Not all of them, but a lot, maybe most of them. Me? Before a boy saw it, like most of the girls in my class. Funny, he asked that, too.”

“The American my age?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmpf! You talked about that?”

“We talked about everything; he was nice, like you.”

“Everything? … Uh? … Oh?! You didn’t sleep with him, too?! No, of course not; he was there with the woman who spoke German.”

I could have shaken my head; he had already suggested the obvious answer, but I was blushing, maybe not enough to show with my tan, and I wanted to tell him; it had been so good. I did shake my head in response to his last remark and then nodded in response to his question, hardly looking at him. He knew me too well – not like the American had! – and asked softly:

“You did?”

I nodded again, now looking at him. He must have been able to recognize that I was blushing. He snorted with a slight smile and repeated, not as a question:

“You did. Where was she?”

“We were in their room.”

“With her?”

I nodded again, now even more embarrassed, but admitted softly:

“Yes, she was there.”

“And didn’t mind?!”

His question was surprised, very surprised, but softly spoken. I nodded again and replied:

“No. Girls, women do it too.”

“With both of them?! You did it with her?! Do it with other girls?!”

“Yes. Lots of girls do; it is so easy, less complicated than with a boyfriend; just girlfriends, not, well, you know. She had said that she did too.”

I liked that we were talking about sex, but it was still a little uncomfortable, especially anticipating what he might ask next. He looked at me for a few moments with a funny expression, and then said:

“If you say so. So he just watched?”

“No, we all did something together. Use your imagination; I don’t want to have to explain.”

“I guess not. And you slept with a man my age?”

“Still a man,” I replied, then adding: “like you are. I liked him better than the younger man.”

“Oh! I had forgotten about him. You slept with two men during your vacation.”

“I am afraid so, if it bothers you.”

“Hmmpf! Things were not like that when I was your age, at least, not where I was.”

We both took more than a sip from our glasses. He smiled wryly at me, and I returned his smile. Then he asked:

“What did he think about it, sleeping with girl who could be his daughter?”

“I guess he did think a little about it that way, said something about wondering what he would think if I were his daughter. Well, no, what he would think about his daughter – he doesn’t have one – if she were like me. He likes me enough to exchange emails with me.”

“You write him?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I can understand that he would like you.”

“Not just because we slept together, I don’t think.”

“I wasn’t thinking of that.”

He emptied his glass, and I emptied mine. We exchanged slight smiles. He held up his empty glass and said:

“I think I need another beer after all this. You too?”

I nodded, and he got up. I followed him to the kitchen. As he was opening the bottles, he said:

“I was going to take you out for dinner, but you can’t go like that.”

He turned and handed me a bottle, smirking slightly and adding:

“Anyone – everyone – could see that you don’t have anything else on, maybe all right in the south of France but not here.”

I nodded, returning his smirk, and we poured. When we looked up again, I grinned and said:

“I can take it off and put on something else.”

“Hmmpf! So I can watch?”

“If you want.”

We both grinned and said “prost” and drank. He smiled, but shook his head, replying:

“Better not; I would. Maybe we can eat here, if some frozen something is all right.”

“Fine with me; I’m not spoiled from the university cafeteria.”

While he fixed it and I made a salad, we just exchanged chuckles and smiles. When we sat down to eat, we said “prost” again, raising our half-empty glasses. As we started to eat, he said:

“I was going to ask you about your vacation, but I did not know it was going to be like that, and then I was going to ask you about your studies. How are your courses?”

“It was more fun talking about the vacation. They are fine. niğde escort The vacation was good for practicing my English.”

“Well, that is something, if you didn’t just talk about what you were doing.”

“Of course, not, and one doesn’t have to talk much about that.”

“I guess not.”

We smiled and continued eating. I told him something about my courses, and we finished eating and had finished out beers. I thanked him for the meal and complimented his cooking with a chuckle. We cleared the table, and I offered to wash up.

He could have let me just put the things on the rack to dry. Apparently, he always did, since he had to find a dish towel to dry them. I noticed that he glanced over at me, more than once. When I gave him a smile after one glance, he smirked slightly, nodding acknowledgment that he had been looking at me. I chuckled and murmured:

“I can still take it off, if you want to look.”

“Don’t tease me; you know I would.”

“Yes,” I replied with a grin.

It occurred to me to really tease him by reaching back as though I were going to untie the knot, but I didn’t. Instead, I smirked and said:

“You can untie it, if you want to.”

He grinned and replied:

“Don’t tempt me, not me undressing my daughter to see her naked again.”

“She wouldn’t mind.”

We both looked at each other in silence for a moment. I was again surprised with myself, and I guess we both were more than just a little surprised at how close we had come to agreeing that we both liked the idea of my being naked. He gave me a brief wry smile – another one – and changed the subject:

“Want another beer? If we had gone to the restaurant, we would have shared a bottle of wine.”

I nodded and finished wiping up, while he got two more bottles of beer. As he opened them, I said that I had better go to the bathroom. He nodded and said: “After you.”

I left the door open, and, of course, he could hear me going. I didn’t flush until I had washed myself. When we passed each other in the living room, we exchanged slight smiles, and then I heard him going, the door still open. I picked up our refilled glasses and met him in the living room. I handed him his, and we raised them in a silent prost and drank, smiling again. After a moment, he asked:

“Something on TV?”

“Okay; we can’t talk all the time.”

It was almost time for the earlier of the late news programmes, and we sat down together on the sofa, watching the end of a detective story, and then watched the news, mostly politics in Germany and about the Euro crisis. Then a film started, and we agreed that we could watch that.

It was a harmless story about family in Cornwall with a large country home that someone wanted to buy, and that the bad son wanted to sell, but his sister didn’t. I assumed it would be like that, since all the other films based on that author’s books had about the same plot.

As the film started, I remarked that we had only watched TV once in France, when a French man and his friend in the group had invited us all to watch the Bastille Day parade in their room, all of us crowding together and drinking champagne.

“All of you naked?” he asked.

“Yes, only after we were in their hotel room, of course.”

He glanced over at me with a snort. I explained:

“After a week like that, it just seemed natural: that’s where we were; that’s what one did. We had all seen each other that way.”

“I guess so; still a little strange if one has not been there.”

“But not if one has.”

We returned to watching the film, sipping our beers. Was it he or I that moved a little closer, our shoulders touching? I like to think he did, but since I wanted to, maybe it was me, but he didn’t mind; better, after a minute or two, he put his arm up on the back of sofa behind me. When in the film, there was near automobile accident, I did move closer to him, against his side, and his arm dropped down protectively on my shoulders.

I suddenly recalled sitting like that with him as a little girl. Maybe he did too, but I wasn’t a little girl any more. When his hand dropped down on my arm, I wanted it to be like a date with a guy I liked. Oh, I knew I was with my father, but I wanted it to be like that with him, a lot more than with a few boys back in school or since then. I wanted it to be a lot more! Was that what the nice American had suggested that I hoped? Like with him?

After a minute or two, my father’s fingers were moving slightly on my arm, I did something I never had to do on one of those dates. I reached over and pulled his hand down on my breast. I guess one would say that his hand involuntarily held it, my hand was still on his.

“We shouldn’t be like this,” he murmured, but he didn’t remove his hand.

“I want it to be,” I murmured in reply, clasping his hand to me, and his fingers tightened around my breast again.

“We want it to be,” I murmured.

“Too much,” he murmured, squeezing my breast.

“So why not?”

“You know why.”

We were not looking at each other, just staring at the TV. He squeezed my breast again, however.

“That doesn’t matter, if we want to,” I replied.

His fingers moved on my breast as he snorted questioningly and then murmured:

“Is this why I invited you here?”

“I like to think so – now. I didn’t before, but I do now.”

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My mother had always been my ideal woman, matronly, with auburn hair and big brown eyes, a bit on the stout side but curvy. As women liked to say, she carried her weight well. As she aged she only became sexier as she put on more weight in all the right places. I don’t know what she saw in my father except that he had a decent job and could provide for her. But what drew me most to her was her smell, that unmistakable heady mixture of lavender, sweat and a deep mustiness that came from her loins. To see her in a tight pair of jeans with heels, pearls and a form fitting sweater was to die for. I doubt she knew she was creating the prototype of my ideal woman, one that all other women would fail to meet. In a way, unwittingly or not, she ruined me for other women. I would never meet anyone like her.

She was a throwback to a 1950s housewife. She liked to cook, bake, clean and take care of the house. She always looked her best, not a hair out of place, even when she was vacuuming. She always had dinner ready for Dad when he came home along with his paper and a glass of Scotch. One night when I was 19 I walked past her bedroom. She was getting ready to go out to an evening with Dad. She was walking around her bedroom in heels, garters, pantyhose, bra and panties. I’ll never forget that image. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, her black lace panties through which I could barely make out her mound and her black lace bra which strained under the heft of her breasts, the quarter-sized light brown aureolas and thick nipples visible through the fabric. After Mom and Dad left for the evening, I walked into their bedroom. My head went dizzy with the lingering smell of my mother. Everything about her bedroom was sexual, from the soft ample bedding to the bottle of perfume that stood on her nightstand. I opened one of her drawers and plunged my hand into the soft silky folds of her lingerie and underwear. I wasn’t bold enough to steal anything. I knew she would notice something like that, but she couldn’t deprive me of her scent. I waited up until Mom and Dad came home, giddy with alcohol, laughing and stomping up the stairs to their room where they slammed the door shut. I pulled the sheets up to my chin and pretend to sleep but could only listen.

I wasn’t interested in girls my age. They paled in comparison next to my mom. Perhaps the only woman who came close was my ninth grade English teacher Ms. Stacy who, curvy, matronly and solicitous, reminded me of mom but was a poor substitute. Other than her the only woman I thought and fantasized about was Mom.

I thought I would grew out of it, that it was only a passing phase a lot of boys went through, but as I got older my desire for her only intensified. If she knew about my attraction, she never let on. If anything she encouraged it by what she wore and by frequently hugging me and pecking me on the lips. Every time she did I was afraid she would become aware of the bulge in my jeans which I did everything in vain to hide

Not surprisingly, the only porn I was interested in featured younger men and women old enough to be their moms. But I wasn’t into the plastic silicone enhanced milfs. Rather, I preferred amateur videos which featured real looking women which I found so much sexier. I tried dating older women. I even met a woman who liked mother/son roleplay. We dated a while but something was lacking from the relationship, a closeness and intimacy that I only enjoyed with Mom.

After college I did what any unemployed young man did. I moved back home. Dad had a new job that required a lot of travel and gone most of the time. That left me and mom. It was like old times again. Mom looked forward to making dinner and she always dressed up for it. For that reason, I never missed dinner at home with her. One night mom asked me what I was going to do with my life.

I said I didn’t know.

“You need direction,” she said.

“I need the love of a good woman,” I smiled.

“That helps too,” she said.

Being the fifties housewife she was, gebze escort she refused to let men do any of the cooking and cleaning in the house and always cleared away the dinner plates. I sat in my chair after a full meal. I heard mom humming in the kitchen. I stood in the doorway and watched her wash dishes at the sink, her behind jiggling as she scrubbed. I don’t know if she knew I was staring. She was wearing yellow rubber gloves and standing in high heels. She wore them even at home. I wanted nothing more than to come up behind her and kiss her and declare my undying love to her, but I was frozen by a paralyzing fear, the kind of fear I assume prevents most men from trying to sleep with their mothers.

That night, as I walked past her bedroom, I noticed the light was on in her room. I had already gotten ready for bed and was only wearing boxers. I tapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” she said.

I stepped into her room and the smell inside almost gave me an instant boner, bringing back all those childhood memories. Mom was lying in bed, with her reading glasses on, a book in her lap.

“Hi honey,” she said. “I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

I shook my head and took another step inside her room.

“Can’t sleep,” I said.

She patted the edge of the bed.

“Why don’t you sit down and tell mom what’s on your mind.”

I sat down and stared at her. She smiled her maternal smile at me.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing,” I said. “You’re just so beautiful.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she said and went back to her book.

I lied down and wrapped my arms around her. She hugged me back

“Oh honey, what’s gotten into you?” she said, not upset, only surprised. “What’s the matter?”

“I guess I’m afraid I’ll never find true love,” I said.

“Oh, you will, probably when you least expect it.”

“What if I told you I think I already found it.”

“You should go after her then instead of spending your nights here at home.”

“What is she doesn’t know I love her.”

“Well, that’s a pickle. Do you know her?”

I nodded.

“How well?”

“Very well. She’s my best friend.”

“Ah, that can be tricky. She probably only sees you as a friend.”

“I think you’re right,” I said.

“Have you tried flowers. Every girl loves flowers.”

“That’s a good idea, Mom,” I said.

“Anytime, dear,” she said and pecked my cheek.

I said goodnight and walked away conscious of my engorged penis swinging between my legs.

The next day I had roses sent to the house. Mom cut off the stems and put them in a vase with water.

“I wonder who sent me these. They’re lovely.”

I couldn’t help grinning.

“Charlie!” she said. “You shouldn’t have.”

“You said women love flowers.”

“They do, but I’m your mother.”

I just looked at her and smiled.

“Charlie! Oh Heavens. You don’t think about me that way, do you?”

“Sometimes, mom. Well, actually, a lot.”

“I don’t know how I feel about that. I’m flattered but I’m your mom. You’re a handsome young man. What would you want do with an old woman like me?”

“Mom, you’re beautiful, the most beautiful woman I know.”

“Honey, this is just a phase you’re going through.”

I shook my head. “I’ve felt this way since I was 13.”

She bit her lip. “That is a long time. I think we just need to get this out of our system.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I think that whatever urges you have you need to act on. Then they’ll be done and gone.”

“Maybe.”

“So what do you think about when you think about me?”

“I think about your legs, your lips, your breasts, your hips, your behind.”

“And when you think about this do you get hard?”

I nodded.

“Are you hard right now?”

I nodded.

She look down at my crotch and raised an eyebrow. She reached down and grabbed me. “Wow, you weren’t kidding. You are hard. Hard and big. You feel bigger gümüşhane escort than your father.”

I grinned, proud of my manhood.

To my surprise, she didn’t let go. She kept touching and rubbing, my erection only growing harder and bigger. “My, my, “she said, clucking her tongue. “If you get any bigger, you’ll burst your pants. We wouldn’t want you to burst them, now would we?”

I shook my head and she unzipped them, freeing my erection. She held my penis in her hand, examining it, studying it. The head was throbbing and already leaking. She clucked her tongue. She examined it from all angles even from the underside. “That’s quite a piece of equipment,” she said.

“Thanks, mom.”

She took a traveling size tube of moisturizer and squirted some on her hand and started to jerk me in long slow stroke.

“How does that feel?”

“Like heaven,” I said, barely able to contain myself.

I couldn’t believe my mom was jerking me off. Unfortunately, even as slow as her strokes were, it didn’t take long for me to climax, spewing my copious ejaculate all over her.

“Wow, that was a lot of cum,” she said. “Your balls must have really full.”

I nodded.

“Well, I need to get started on dinner,” she said and like that she left, leaving me alone and confused with my shrinking cum covered penis.

The next morning Mom was making me breakfast. I sat down at the breakfast table. She was in her nightie, a vision of loveliness, her swaying breasts visible under the almost translucent material.

“How did you sleep?”

“O.K.,” I said.

“Did you get that fantasy out of your system?”

I shook my head.

She sighed. “Frankly, I’m not surprised. A young man with a penis your size is probably insatiable. We’ll just have to keep at it until you’re sick and tired of that fantasy.”

I gulped.

“Spread you legs.”

I obeyed.

She knelt in front of me, pulled my penis out of my boxers and let a string of saliva fall from her mouth onto my cock. It felt better using her saliva as a lubricant. It felt more intimate. When I came, I came all over her tits. She said nothing of this and went to her room to change. I didn’t see her again until dinner. At dinner she acted perfectly civil and normal as if a few hours earlier she hadn’t jacked me off. I wasn’t complaining. If mom wouldn’t let me sleep with her, I would happily settle for hand jobs.

After dinner Mom said she had read in a women’s magazine about the anti-aging properties of semen. “I think there’s a way we can both help each other,” she said. Each night and morning, she would jack me off making sure to aim my ejaculate at her face which she would then spread around and let dry. It was quite amazing to witness my mother’s cum splattered face. The magazine was right. Mom never looked old. But the twice daily semen regimen did make her skin shinier and healthier and seemed to get rid of wrinkles.

Mom said if she could bottle and sell my sperm she would make a fortune.

I laughed. I told her she could have it for free as long as she wanted.

“So this fantasy of yours hasn’t gone away, has it?”

I shook my head. “If anything, it’s gotten more intense,” I said.

She bit her lip. “I was afraid that would happen. Maybe we need to change strategies.”

“How so?”

“Maybe we need to up the ante,” she said mysteriously and left it at that.

That night, as I walked past her bedroom, I heard mother’s lilting voice call to me. “Charlie, will you come in here a minute.” I stepped into her semi-dark bedroom. The smell immediately seized and intoxicated me. Mom was lying in bed. She patted the edge of the bed and had me sit. As I did, she straddled me and pushed me back on the bed. I looked at my beautiful mother, her tits swinging over me, her nipples almost within reach. In one swift expert motion she lifted her nightie over head, exposing her pendulous breasts to me. I loved how they hung. I reached up and cupped izmir escort them without asking her. She didn’t seem to mind. Next she undid a barrette in her hair and her long auburn hair came tumbling down, cascading around my face. She was grinding on my erection. I grinded back. Growing bolder, I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She titled back her head and moaned. It took me a second to realize she wasn’t wearing panties, that the only thing between her loins and mine was my boxers. Reaching down, she threaded my penis through my fly. Much better, she said. We continued to grind, rubbing our genitals together. She was very wet and I was precuming loads so our juices mixed. She was working herself into a frenzy while she rubbed on me and I played with her nipples. Once she couldn’t take it anymore, she lifted her hips, reached down and placed my cock head against her vulva whereupon she eased herself back down on me as I slowly penetrated her inch by inch. She moaned as I slowly filled her. She was tighter than expected. I felt so connected to her both physically and emotionally. For a while she just rested there with my cock inside her not moving, savoring the fullness. Then, very slowly, like a train picking up speed, she started to thrust. Her eyes rolled back and I met each one of her thrust. I wanted to say we fucked but really we made love. I couldn’t hold it back much longer and whispered, “I’m going to cum.” Mom didn’t seem to hear or if she did she didn’t care. Once I started to cum, I couldn’t hold back. It was like opening a floodgate. I had never cum so much in my life. I must have spurted five or six times. Mom laid her head on my chest. I held her and kissed her as my penis softened inside her. We held that embrace for a long time. We kissed. “That was amazing,” she said. “I didn’t think a man has ever cum that much inside me.”

I played with her hair. “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much either.” She laid her head back down my chest and we fell asleep.

I woke up wondering if the night before had all been a dream. But I looked around and realized to my delight I was lying in my mother’s bed. I could hear her in the shower, humming (her bedroom had its own bathroom). I walked in and sat down on the toilet, admiring my mother’s figure through the fogged glass shower door. When she stepped out and dried herself, she didn’t seem surprised to see me. Instead, she walked to me and held my head against her slightly distended tummy. I gazed up at her with awe as she ran her fingers through my hair.

“How did you sleep?”

“Like a champ.”

“Why don’t you clean up and I’ll make us breakfast.”

I smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

I watched her walk away, her hips swaying under her robe, her hair wrapped in a towel. I couldn’t believe that gorgeous woman was my mother.

I didn’t know what to do. I had fallen hard for my mother, a married woman. No other woman would do. We were perfect together in ever way. At breakfast I told her how I felt. She stared at me, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Well, that’s a pickle, isn’t it?”

“I love you, mom. I mean I really, really love you. I want to be with you. Always.”

“Honey, that’s going to be hard with your father around.”

“Come away with me,” I said. “We’ll start a new life together. No one will have to know who we are.”

“The idea is tempting, I have to admit, a second life with my son. Let me think about it.”

Later, there was a knock at my door. “Come in,” I said. Mom walked in and sat on the edge of my bed.

“I’ve thought very hard about this and I want to do it.”

I smile the biggest smile in my life and hugged her. “I’m so glad, mom. I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. Whatever it takes.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she said. “You’re going to have to have responsibilities. You’re going to have to find a job and provide for me.”

“I will. I’ll do anything for you.”

She stood up. “So it’s settled. As soon as you’re packed we can leave.”

“I don’t need to pack.”

“Why?”

“I already did.”

That day we left the house never to return. I’m not going to say it was all roses from then on end. Like any couple, we had our ups and downs, but mostly ups, and most importantly I was with the woman I loved.

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I have been asking my mom and my stepdad for a car for years. I’ve had my license since I was sixteen, for God’s sake. Sixteenth birthday? Nope. Christmas? Nope. Two YEARS and still no car. So when I woke up on my 18th birthday, I didn’t exactly expect anything different. Which is why it came as such a surprise when I crawled out of bed that morning, looked out the window, and discovered my stepdad, his brother, and their buddy all hovering around a gorgeous new VW in the driveway.

No. Way. I thought. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. That, is a bug! A PINK bug! Oh my God!! I ran downstairs in my nightshirt – I had to see my new car! I nearly got my face slammed with the door to the garage as my stepdad’s buddy stepped inside.

“Oh shit Kelly! Are you ok?” he laughed

“God Dillon, you just about knocked me on my ass! What’s going on out there?” I said, peering over his shoulder, into the garage

“Nothing you need to worry about!” Dillon said, pushing me back into the house.

“It’s my birthday. You have to tell me.” I whined, pushing back on his arms.

“I don’t think so. Your dad sent me in here to make sure you don’t go out there.”

“Oh whatever. Ok so just tell me what he got me then.”

“Pfff not going to happen.”

Dillon was a pretty big guy. Six foot two. Probably about 210 or so.. I wasn’t going to be able to push passed him.

“OK well I have to pee. I’ll be right back.” I turned and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I can shimmy out that window easy. I’ll be outside in a flash. I dashed into the bathroom and shut the door. The window is up between the bathtub and the toilet… I steadied myself with one foot on the tub and one foot on the seat, leaning against the wall. Fuck, it’s jammed… I realized. I managed to wiggle it open just enough to be able to pound on it from the side and jimmy it open. I took a swing, and felt a pair of hands wrap around my ribcage, ripping me away from the window.

“Dillon!!! Let me go!!” I screamed, as he chuckled over my shoulder

“You remembered the bathroom window but forgot to lock the door? Really?”

Motherfucker.

Dillon dragged me out of the bathroom while I kicked and pulled at his hands, which only held me tighter. I struggled, twisting beneath his grip.

“Let gooooooooooo” I shrieked. I lifted my arms over my head and squirmed, trying to free myself. I slipped, landing my cotton clad breasts in his firm grasp. Almost instinctively, he pinched my tits between his fingers. I gasped and put my hands over his, my pulse racing. Why isn’t he letting go? What is he doing? Dillon buried his face in my hair, still pinching my nipples. I could feel him breathing heavily against my neck. I grew completely still, nearly melting in his arms.

He slowly started carrying me back into the bathroom, supporting my weight with his arms.

“Wait. Stop. What are you doing?” I asked, my hands clinging to his.

He kicked the door shut as we entered the bathroom. He dropped a hand from my breast and reached back to lock the knob. He brought his hand back and ran it down the front of my shirt, lifting the hem. I struggled briefly, then froze as I felt his fingers parting my pussy lips. I was paralyzed with anticipation, confused and nervous.

“What… what are you going to do?” I mustered

Dillon pulled my body against his, rubbing himself against my lower back. He pulled my hair back and kissed my neck, gently biting my skin.

“What am I going to do? What are you going to do?” He asked, and spun me around – setting me free from his arms. He reached down, pulling his belt loose from his pants.

“You wanted to know what your present is, didn’t you? I’ll tell you, if you convince me…” Dillon reached unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. My pussy twitched in response to his huge, semi-flacid dick.

“You can’t make me do anything, I’m only..”

“Eighteen.” He interrupted “Happy birthday, Kelly!” Dillon grinned, stroking the monster that hung from his groin.

“Why don’t you come over here and have a taste of this treat I’ve got for you over here?” He coaxed, shaking his dick at me.

“And if I do you’ll tell me all about my gift?” I inquired. This could really work in my favor.. a brand new car and hot fuck? I knelt down on the filthy bathroom floor and took his cock in my hand. My fingers looked tiny wrapped around it. I ran my hand up and down his pulsing shaft, pulling the skin up and down over his growing muscle. I laid karaman escort his dick against my cheek. The skin was so silky against my skin. He grabbed the base of his cock and dragged the tip across my face, leaving a trail of precum on my cheek.

“Taste it.” He instructed, pressing the head against my lips.

I slid my lips over the very top, gently kissing his pisshole. He pressed harder, forcing my teeth open and invading my mouth. I ran my tongue along the rim of his cockhead, then quickly pulled away.

“So what did he get me?” I looked up at him from the floor

“Hmm lets go see” With that, Dillon pulled his dick back inside his pants, unlocked the door, and reached for my hand.

“Really?” I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. I followed him down the hallway back to the garage. He opened the door for me, waiting for me to go inside. I stepped out into the garage, but it was surprisingly dark for so early in the morning. By the time I realized the outer door was closed, I heard the door to the house slam and lock. My eyes started to adjust, slowly. I couldn’t see any car in the garage… it must have still been in the driveway.

“What is she doing out here?” I heard my stepdad ask

“Kelly tells me that no one has given her any birthday spankings yet!” Dillon lied.

“Whatever! Where’s my gift?” I demanded.

“Oh come on Kelly, everybody’s gotta get their birthday whoopins!” My stepdad’s brother called out from somewhere in the dim light.

My stepdad walked up to me and shined a flashlight in my face. I put up a hand to block the bright light. What the hell are they doing? Where is my car??

“Well go on..” My step-uncle said, appearing beside me. “Bend over!” With that, I felt Dillon grab me by the waist. I grabbed his arm as he dragged me to a work bench by the wall. He pushed my torso down over the bench and pulled my nightshirt up over my bare ass.

“What the fuck! I want my gift!” I shouted, reaching back to pull my shirt down.

“Don’t worry honey, you’ll get your gift.” My dad reassured me from behind. Dillon kept a hand on my back, holding me against the bench.

“But first, whoopins!” My uncle laughed.

Dillon reached out with his free hand and gave me a sharp smack on the ass. I flinched and clenched my fists against the bench.

“One!!” Dillon shouted. I could hear the smile in his voice as he landed a second whack against my soft flesh.

“Two!”

“Step aside, Dillon…” I heard my stepdad say. I could hear him stepping closer to the bench, coming closer to my ass. I saw the wall in front of my light up and felt a rush of panic.

“Hot damn Kelly. Look at that fine ass.”

“Dad!!” I freaked out, trying desperately to reach down and pull my shirt back over my butt. Dillon pinned my shoulders to the bench.

Whap!

My dad’s rough hand landed square on my left asscheek.

“OW!” I shouted, bracing my body against the splintered wood as it rubbed against my nightshirt.

“MY turn”, my uncle chimed. I held my breath, waiting for the next smack. I listened as he took a couple of steps toward me.. he stopped, and I could hear a gentle metal-clicking sound… is that a zipper?

Thwap. Thwap.

Jesus… is he? He is! My uncle was slapping my ass with his prick!

“Move over Tom” My stepdad ordered. I heard a second zipper, followed by another hard cock slapping against my ass.

“What the fuck?! What the fuck are you guys doing?” I shouted. I could not believe what was happening…

“Oh come now, all little bitches get cockslapped on their 18th birthday. Its tradition!” Dillon snickered, still holding me to the workbench. The rough wood rubbed against my tits, giving me goosebumps. I was so exposed, bent over, ass in the air, displayed in plain sight to Dillon, my uncle, and my stepdad… two cocks slapping against my bare skin… I was so vulnerable.

Without warning, I felt a dick slap hard against my slit. I gasped and jumped forward.

“Wheew! Damn bro, this stepgirl of yours is all wet!” Uncle Tom pushed his penis between my labia, rubbing is up and down. I could feel the rhythm as he started jerking his cock against my slit.

Whap My stepdad’s dick slapped against my ass again.

“Eighteen!” he said triumphantly. I felt his rough hand on my butt again. He pulled on my asscheek, and I felt the tip of my uncle’s dick dip into my pussy.

“Wooo… you got yourself a tight little hole there girl….” Uncle kars escort Tom smiled, pulling back out.

“I think it’s high time you put that tight little legal body to work.” Dillon said, pulling me up off of the work bench. He lifted my nightshirt up over my back, pulling it off over my head.

My eyes were now fully adjusted to the light. I turned to see my uncle Tom standing in front of me, totally naked. His big hairy cock bobbed in front of him, totally erect. He rubbed his ballsack and bit his lip, lusting over my dimly lit, nude body.

Dillon dropped his pants and pulled out his mutant dick. He wrapped his huge hand around it, stroking up and down the length of his shaft. He stared at me with his dark brown eyes, taking a step closer to me.

My dad walked over and sat on a chair, pants around his ankles, rubbing his big dick with his thumb. He watched as his brother moved closer to me.

I felt so hot… so wet… I mean, it’s not like I’m related to any of them, anyway. I’ve always fantasized about getting fucked by an older guy before.. and here… here were three guys in their 30s all stroking their big hard cocks in front of me while I stood there unclothed and exposed.

Why not.. I thought The sooner I take care of them, the sooner I get my car.

“Why don’t you come over here and let me see that big cock, Tom?” I teased, grabbing my own breasts in my small hands. Tom took another step forward. Dillon’s walked up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down to my knees.

“Why don’t you suck his big cock, Kelly.” Dillon instructed. My Uncle Tom’s dick gently bounced on my face.

“Yeah… open that sweet little mouth.” Tom grabbed his cock and started slapping my face with it… “Open your pretty fucking mouth.”

I opened my mouth up wide and stuck out my tongue. Tom plunged his cock into my mouth, pumping it between my lips with his fist.

“Ooooh what a hot little cocksucker you are…..” Tom moaned.

Dillon walked around and stood beside Tom. He grabbed my hair and redirected my mouth to his own hard cock, sliding himself deep. Tom grabbed my hand and wrapped it around his shaft, jerking himself with my fingers.

“Stroke Tom’s cock while you suck me, bitch” Dillon growled, pushing his dick further toward my throat. My eyes watered as I worked Tom’s cock in my hand and struggled to accommodate Dillon’s massive prick with my mouth. I could see my stepdad in his chair, pumping his rod in his fist as he watched Dillon’s dick slipping between my lips. My pussy tingled as I watched him fuck his own hand.

Uncle Tom pulled his dick from my hand and walked behind me, while Dillon continued to grow inside my mouth.

“I think it’s time to go for a ride!” Uncle Tom shouted. Finally! My car! I thought. I pulled my lips off of Dillon’s dick and stood up, smiling. Dillon turned me around to face my uncle, who was laying on the workbench, his legs hanging off the side… his dick standing tall.

“What are you waiting for?” Dillon grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up onto the work bench, placing my knees on either side of Tom’s waist.

“I want my gift!” I whined.

“Oh you’ll get your gift.” Dillon whispered in my ear, as he pushed me down, impaling my pussy on Tom’s cock.

“Ahh! Fuck!” I cried out. Dillon’s hands pushed my hips, forcing me to rock back and forth on Uncle Tom’s hard dick.

“OOOhhhh yeah, fuck is right!” Tom laughed, thrusting his cock deeper into my pussy.

“Fuck that hot little twat!” Dillon cheered. He raised his hands to my breasts, pinching my tits firmly between his fingers. He rubbed his face in my hair.

“Ride him baby. Fuck your uncle’s dick you little cockslut.” His words made me want to cum. I held back, biting my lip as Uncle Tom drove his rod in and out of my wet pussy.

Dillon let go of my tits and grabbed me by the hair. He pushed my face down against Uncle Tom’s chest. I heard him spit and felt his wet fingers slide between my asscheeks.

“Stop! Don’t!” I shouted. No one had ever fucked my ass. Dillon’s cock was huge… there was no way I could handle it…

“Please don’t.. you won’t fit…” I pleaded

Dillon slid his slick finger into my asshole. I dug my fingernails into Uncle Tom’s chest and bit his shoulder. Dillon slid his finger in and out of my ass.

“Don’t you want that big dick in your ass Kelly?” Uncle Tom teased.

“I don’t think she wants your dick, Dillon!” he yelled.

Dillon kıbrıs escort walked around to the other side of the table to face me.

“Is that true Kelly? You don’t want my cock in your ass?” Dillon grabbed my bangs and pulled my head up, making contact with his big brown eyes.

“That’s alright, I’ll just fuck your big mouth instead.” He pried my mouth open with his thumb and forefinger, wedging my lips apart. He grabbed his huge cock in his other hand and forced it into my mouth. Without any hesitation, he rammed his dick into the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to pull away. He held my head down, burying my face in his pubes.

“That’s good. Just choke on it.” I struggled to breathe, gagging again. Tom took over pinching my tits while Dillon pushed his cockhead past my tonsils.

“Are you having a good time, Kelly?” My stepdad’s voice came from behind me.

“I’m having a great time. Watching you take care of those cocks with your wet holes.” Oh God. I was lost in pleasure. The lack of oxygen, the hammering on cervix…. I’m going to cum… I’m gonna cum on my uncle’s dick with a fat cock in my mouth.

I was so close… I could feel the electricity surging between my hips…. on the verge of orgasm. My stepdad pulled my asscheeks apart, exposing my pussy as Uncle Tom’s cock slid in and out.

“Oh, Kelly. You forgot one, tight, little, hole!” My stepfather’s cock suddenly penetrated my barely lubed ass, tearing my asshole as the huge head popped past the rim.

“OWWWWHFFFMMMY FUCKING GOD!!” I screamed around Dillon’s cock, clenching my teeth into his flesh.

“NEVER fucking bit me you fucking bitch!!” Dillon slapped me across the face and forced his cock deeper down my throat.

My stepfather slammed balls-deep into my ass, grabbing my hips with his rough hands. The pain was immense… interrupting the pleasure Uncle Tom’s dick had been filling my pussy with.

“Ohhhhh that’s better Kelly. That’s right. That’s good.” my stepdad moaned.

“Nice big dick in your sloppy little cunt…” he groaned. Uncle Tom sped up, fucking my pussy harder…

“My pretty little girl getting face fucked by a huge cock….” Dillon grabbed the base of his dick and started jerking hard and fast while he strained to keep the tip inside my throat.

“Taking Daddy’s aching cock up your tight little ass….” my ass tightened around my stepfather’s prick as the pain began to subside. Without warning, he tore his dick out of my butt and moved to the other side of the table.

“Clean my cock. Daddy’s gonna cum in that sweet little mouth” Dillon pulled his dick out of my mouth, it was quickly replaced by my stepdad’s penis drilling into my throat.

“Time to take that big dick up your hot little asshole.” I panicked as I realized what was happening. Dillon positioned himself behind me, pressing the tip of his cock into my ass. I struggled, trying to pull away. Uncle Tom chuckled below me and wrapped his arms around my waist – holding me in place while he continued pounding my sore pussy. Dillon rammed his huge cock into my ass, ripping me apart.

I screamed on my stepfather’s cock as it slid over my tongue again and again.

“Oh shit… this wet little cunt… oh fuck..mmm fuck!” Uncle Tom thrust himself deep inside my pussy, meeting Dillon as he slammed into my ass. I felt my pussy flood with Tom’s cum while he pulled me hard against him, burying his seed inside me.

“Mmm honey. Look what you did. Using that wet little cunt to make my brother cum. Makes my balls swell.” My stepfather grabbed his balls and pushed them inside my mouth, stretching my lips as he forced them in below his dick.

Dillon leaned down, grabbing my tits while he pounded my ass.

“Hot little girl. Gonna cum with your stepdad’s cock in your mouth? Gonna cum with my dick in your ass?” he whispered in my ear. My clit rubbed hard against Tom’s body below me while Dillon fucked my ass… I couldn’t take it. I whimpered and cried out as I started to cum.

“Yeah baby… oh honey… ah….. Kelly…” My stepfather pressed his dick deep into my mouth. I felt his hot cum shoot into my throat…. my ass hurt so much but my pussy felt so good… I sucked my stepdad’s dick while he emptied his load into my mouth.

“Yes… swallow it baby… swallow all of it!” my stepfather held my face firmly against his hips.

“Time to fill this hot little ass” Dillon growled in my ear. He plummeted his cock balls deep into my ass, ripping me open even more… filling my hole with jizz.

“Shhhhhit!!” Dillon shouted.

I colapsed on top of Tom, drenched in sweat and throbbing in pain.

“Now can I have my car?” I whimpered

“Now why would you want a car?” My stepfather asked, wiping his dick on my face.

“You just had the ride of your life.”

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Let me start by saying I’m not really a letch.

I have been widowed for about a year. Moderately well off, I enjoy a comfortable lifestyle. My wife and I had been in the swinging lifestyle most of our marriage and I have a few friends still available for a romp.

When my eldest son, a Capt. in Army got orders to the golf I offered to let his bride of 3 years stay with me while he was away. They were living on base in junior officer’s quarters. I have a large home so they decided to do it. Plus that way she would be able to save most of his pay while he was gone.

They came about a week before he was to leave.

We had a good time together. At night I could hear them going at each other for hours she was very vocal and I could tell she was the aggressive one in their lovemaking.

The night before he left they went out and I was alone

In the house so I decided to go down to the local swingers club.

When I got there I was immediately picked up by an old friend of my wife and I. we went to one of the rooms in the back. I had gone without any sex for about a month and she was really good when we had been together before. She immediately fell to her knees and took me in her mouth looking me in the eyes she began to suck my brains out. When I was hard she shoved me back on the bed and ripped my pants off. Without removing her dress she sat on my face and fell into a 69 position her pussy tasted as good as I remembered soon she was having a spasm and lost suction on my cock but I continued to apply pressure to her clit.

“OOOH shit nnnnnooowww gaaad fuck iiiimm cumming.” then she fell back to my legs with my cock immediately finding her mouth. She resumed the pressure.

“Ok Deb set on my cock like you do so well.” she spun and impaled herself on my enlarged prick it felt like I had just placed a cream pie just out of the oven on it she started moving up and down driving me close to the brink of a climax then she stopped “Not yet stud I need more of that meat.” She just sat there for a few seconds making me loose the shoot off. Then she started to contract and loosen her vaginal muscles causing me to get really hard again then she swung her leg over now facing my feet I get a good look at her ass she starts to ride again taking all of me in then removing all but the tip driving me nuts in just a few strokes ahhhh gaadd I’m going to cum again she growls and starts to shake all over.

When she settles into the familiar grind I hear the TV come on she has activated the feed of the fishbowl where groups of couples gather kilis escort to have an orgy I’m not able to see it but something sounds familiar.

God that bitch is beautiful she is taking a guy doggie style and has one in the mouth Deb states, I struggle to see but she is blocking my view just then I feel the pressure building and the sound from the fishbowl and Deb send me over the top. The TV shuts off as Deb falls back on me and we cuddle for a few min.

As I leave the room I see a glimpse of someone familiar leaving the building but it is such a short view I’m not sure who it is.

I spend some time talking to friends and hear about the new couple who had been in the fishbowl that bitch could really take a lot of attention she needed at least three guys to make her happy bet she could be a real terror to try to satisfy by yourself. She even had her way with a couple of the girls on Tuesday from what I hear.

Getting home I see the kids are already in bed, it’s quiet so I sneak into my room and fall asleep.

When I awaken a few hours later to go pee I hear the now familiar sounds from their room she is howling for him to fuck her harder pound me with that big dick you shit drive it into me. Nowwww fuck its getting there ahhh yes good dammm your the best of all the pricks I’ve had.

The next day my son got off to war, his wife and I settled into a routine of going about life, she would cook breakfast and do a lot of the housekeeping things a wife would do and I kept up the yard and cleaned the pool. I saw to it that the cars were filled with gas and such, we both kept to ourselves most of the time having meals together when we were both home

I noticed she was almost always gone on Tuesday nights but didn’t think much about it.

One Friday I decided it was time to return to the club and see if I could get some action.

Upon entering I noticed a car like my sons down the lot; it’s a lot like a bunch of others so I didn’t think about it.

Once in the club I spotted Jan a long time fuck buddy and joined her at her table. She and a couple other friends were talking about this new girl who was taking a lot of the action away from them I hear she can take even Joseph one of them claimed. Come on no one can put that whole thing in its got to be at least 13 inches I said. She has and she tried to take it all in her mouth nearly doing it.

This I need to see.

She is in the fishbowl now go look. I go to the bar where the TV is always turned to the action I nearly fall kırklareli escort on my ass there is my daughter in law bent over the arm of the couch taking a guy in her mouth another with his dick in her from the rear her tittles flapping in the wind. I grab Jan and head for the room to join in, we settled into the bed beside the couch with my face berried in her pussy in seconds I listen to my d-i-l moan as she is drilled from behind oh yes fuck me I need more than that immediately he slaps her ass and she lets out a large squeals fuck me fool fuck me harder. Now I know David he is no small guy he is usually filling for a woman so she is used to something bigger maybe my son is equipped pretty good.

I return my attention to Jan and she is starting to get the juices going real good placing a finger in her pussy I find her g spot easily enough and she cumms soon. Then I place my cock in her and drive like mad trying not to think of her as my dil but not having much success. I really drove my prick into her so hard I bruised her hips she just kept up the riding going over the top soon after I did.

David was sweating like crazy and winked at me cocking his head motioning me to come over when I got close he ask me to take his place he had came twice and didn’t think he could get off again. I thought about it then decided why not she wouldn’t see me as she had her face buried in another mans crouch I was able to get hard even after the fucking I had given Jan I placed my manhood into her pussy and immediately felt her grab it, she would do things with her muscles that felt like she was milking you after a few strokes I heard her say now that is more like it someone with a dick that’s hard fuck me man, this drove me to hit her hard with all I had forcing me groin all the way into her. She shuddered and her twat tightened around me so much I thought it was going to break it off. Then she squirted all over the furniture. Jan handed me a tube of k-y looking in my eyes and said give it to her in the ass you know you want to. I pulled out and placed a large drop on her butt hole she tried to object but the guy with his dick in her mouth just shoved her back down on him. I placed my dick at the entrance of her brown hole giving a little pressure and she tried to object again but Jan was there to quiet her take it baby he is good in there. “But I’ve never had one there before not even my husband.” “Relax baby its good once you get used to it.” Placing her head back on the mans dick.

I was swollen up bigger than I had ever been karabük escort thinking of giving it to my dil in the ass her first time was a big turn on to me I pushed even deeper feeling the rim give way I heard her gasp then I hit the sphincter and passed through buried nearly to my balls I could hear her sobbing I started to pull out but she said. “No let it settle there I feel good with it in me do you have more?” without replying I just push back in placing it all the way to my balls.

“Oh shit you’re so good in that place. I love it. I need more fuck me just fuck me like the little slut I am letting a man fuck my ass is so dirty of me.”

It’s so tight in her ass I knew I can’t take much more of this I slowed down and went real slow making her cummm twice before I finally shoot a big load into her. She is like a damp rag as I leave she still doesn’t realize that it was me.

I see Jan take her to the bed and start to suck her pussy and ass cleaning her up. When I get home I slip off to sleep waking later I hear noises in the Kitchen.

Feeling a little bad I go in to see if there is anything I can do. To my surprise I find not only my D-I-L but Jan and Deb having drinks. “Oh hi dad I found these girls at the dinner and struck up a conversation with them. We have some things in common and I think I will like it here while Tom is away.” Both the girls break out laughing.

“Honey we know your father in law very well.” “In fact you got to know him pretty well tonight also.”

“What? I don’t. Oh god that was him.” “I don’t believe you”

“I’m afraid so sweetie.” I reply

“Did you girls know he was my father in law when we met on Tuesday?” she asked

Deb replies “No, I didn’t know till we drove up outside just now.”

“I didn’t know till he walked in just now.” Chimes in Jan. “I’d only known him from the club.”

“How long have you known I was going down there?”

“I just found out tonight baby when I saw you in the tank with David.”

“God what must you think of me going out on your son like that.”

“Hay it was me who fucked your ass remember.”

“Oh yea and you knew it was me… How could you?”

“I just couldn’t pass up that great looking piece of ass.” “You were good too.” “I hope to get it again. If you’re comfortable with this.”

“I don’t know. It was great to find something so good I passed out you know?” “Can we keep it only in the club I don’t think I could do it here in the house?”

That is fine with me if you share it with the girls we could find all kind of things to do to make you a better lover for when your hubby comes home.

“He took me there you know.”

“His mom brought him down on his 21 birthday and got him his first 3 sum with two girls.” Chimed in Jan “I was one of them now I know I trained him well”

CONTINUED IF INTERESTED…

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Hi! I wrote this in my brother’s point of view to make it a little bit different. I wrote this because this is the first time I had sex with my brother and I thought it deserved to be written about. Please tell me what you think about the story, I would really appreciate it! Thank you!

Yours truly, Melanie

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“Eddie! Get the drinks and come downstairs!”

“Uggh…” I thought to myself. I walked over to the fridge and picked up the twelve case of Coca-Cola. I walked downstairs and then put six cans in the cooler that was full of ice. I was supposed to watch a movie with my two younger sisters tonight but the last one they picked wasn’t that great and I thought they would do the same tonight. I started walking away to the stairs.

“Eddie! Come on! Watch the movie! Please? I’ll pick a good one! I promise!” My baby sister Melanie pleaded.

“Fine…” I muttered.

I sat down on the couch next to my other sister, Katelynn. I don’t really put up an argument when it comes to my sisters. I find them both really charming and really nice. I’ve never been mean to them because really, who would they look up to if I were a prick to them? Melanie’s a sweet eighteen-year-old girl. She was wearing a blue nightgown that extended down to the middle of her thighs. Melanie’s a small girl, she’s about 5’5″ tall and weighs around a hundred pounds. She does have an athletic body from daily exercise. Her dark brown hair is about eight inches long and looks very silky. She has a fleshy peach-coloured skin, beautiful lips, brown eyes, and most of all, a very seducing smile. It’s really hard to say no to her because of her eyes. It makes someone feel like they’ve kicked a poor dog for no reason if they disagree with her.

“Hey! How would you guys like to watch ‘Speed’?” Melanie asked.

“That’s a good one, that’ll be very enjoyable.” I said.

“Oh! Put it in!” Kate said.

Melanie threw the movie over at me and plunked her self onto the two-seater couch to my left. She grabbed everyone a drink and covered herself up with a few blankets and waited for the movie to start. The television was angled so that both couches could see it at a very good angle. I got up and put the movie in the DVD player and grabbed the remote. I flicked off the lights so it was very dark. I sat back down next to Kate. Melanie fell asleep through movies sometimes so that’s probably why she likes to lay down on the couch by herself. Even though I might have better things to do, I’m spending time with my two sisters which means a lot to me and it’s the beginning of summer so I guess they might need some company. There are times though where I’m really not in the mood for a movie but they always make me watch one with them.

I pressed play on the remote and stared at the television. Katelynn snuggled a bit closer to me. She sipped on her drink really fast. Kate is nineteen years old. She has long brown hair, sweet green eyes, and cute looking lips. Kate has an average weight and she’s about 5’8″ tall. I remember how small Kate used to be when she was a young child, it’s amazing how much she grew. She has a hint of pale in her peach skin. She was wearing gym shorts and a tank top. Kate can basically convince anyone to do something she wants, she really good that way.

Kate put her drink on the coffee table. She was curled up against me and had her head on my shoulder. I pulled a blanket off the top of the couch and put it on both of us. I was wearing long shorts and a t-shirt. She moved closer to me. I decided to move lower so that it would be more comfortable and our body parts wouldn’t fall asleep. Kate was now lying partially on top of me and on the back of the couch. She wasn’t heavy at all and I could tell she was very comfortable. I was quite comfortable too.

I looked over at her for a quick second to see if she could see the screen okay. For that quick second, it wasn’t focused on her face, I was looking down her top. Her breasts were extremely cute. They were maybe a 34C and fit nicely in her shirt and from this angle, I could almost see her nipples because she wasn’t wearing a bra. I looked away almost instantly because if I ended up staring at her rack for too long, she’ll be able to see me having an erection and I really didn’t need that. I didn’t like the thought of me looking down my younger sister’s shirt because, well, she’s my sister.

I watched the movie but the thought remained in my head that I could look down her shirt for countless minutes and focus on every little detail. I put my arm on Kate’s bare shoulder and rubbed lightly. Kate snuggled a little closer to me. Kate and I usually sit really close during movie, like how some brothers and sisters do. Melanie and I do that a lot as well. Next, Kate put her arm around me and put her head down on my upper body. I really liked that because it seemed like we were both really safe and nothing could pull us apart.

She was very, very warm. I slowly rubbed her arm and moved down to her stomach. I felt very cold though for some strange reason, maybe it was van escort the fact that I was actually starting to have sexual thoughts about my younger sister. The only major problem is that I started to look at Melanie in a different way as well but I really pushed those thoughts off for the time being. Eventually I started to shake in a bit of fear because I know these feelings were going to stay with me for the rest of my life and that these fantasies I was having were very close to becoming reality if I made it happen.

I pushed that thought off as well but I also had a thought in mind that told me they might fantasize about me as well. To be honest, I really didn’t know what to think at the time because I still had my desires but I also kept them in line. I pushed it all away and enjoyed the rest of the movie. For a few parts in the movie, Kate laughed and giggled. The movie had ended. Kate’s eyes were closed and Melanie was breathing heavy so I just turned off the DVD player along with the television because I didn’t want to wake them up. I closed my eyes and waited for the next day to come.

I woke up to the sunlight gleaming in through the small curtain. It was morning now. Kate and Melanie were still in their same positions from last night. Kate felt very warm, it felt like her bum was pressed against the middle of my right thigh. Her head was resting on my neck. I kissed the top of her head. It turns out she was awake and she looked up at me and smiled while blushing.

“Did you just kiss me?”

“I might have…” I said while giving a little smile.

“Aww! That’s cute! “She said while blushing even more.

I inched over off of the couch and I let Kate slip onto the couch. I walked past the couch Melanie was laying on and I patted her hair. In my opinion, there’s nothing more fun than spending the night with your siblings, whether it’s watching movies or talking. Kate got up off the couch and walked towards the washroom. I walked upstairs to the kitchen. Mom and dad were already at work. It was 7:41am. I waited for the girls to come upstairs before I started making anything in the kitchen. I looked out the back door and seen all the trees in the back yard.

“Eddie!”

I looked over and seen Melanie in her nightshirt again. Her hair had been all screwed up throughout her sleep but it sure did make her look cute.

“Yes, Melanie?” I said.

“That was a good movie, don’t you think?” She said.

“Yeah, it’s an excellent movie, I loved it.”

“Well, next time, I want to lay with you, I was so cold last night and the air conditioning was on so high! The blanket didn’t help one bit! Plus, you and Kate looked so warm together, I was jealous.” She said and then laughed.

The thought of that made me think about Melanie naked. I glimpsed down at her sexy looking thighs. I was grateful to be sitting down because she really made me excited by just standing there, I wondered if she was wearing any panties. I know she wasn’t wearing a bra because her or Kate never wears bras when they’re at home.

“Oh okay…that’s fine. What do you and Katie want for breakfast?” I asked.

“Let’s have toaster strudels! I love those!” I heard her say very loud.

I smiled at her and I got up. I angled my crotch away as I walked towards the fridge. I opened up the top door of the fridge (the freezer) and pulled out the package. Next I felt arms come up and wrap around my chest. It was Katelynn, she kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks for watching the movie with us.”

I blushed a little bit and then smiled at her. I unwrapped the package and put two toaster strudels in the toaster. I then pulled out a few plates and put them on the counter. Next I sat back down at the table right next to Kate. I looked at Kate’s lips. They looked very soft. Melanie looked very cute as well, she had one leg over the other as she was sitting down. It showed a little bit of the back of her thigh and that was a turn on for me. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, I was fantasizing about my two younger sisters!

“I have to go use the washroom, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I heard Melanie say.

She got up and walked to the bathroom. I got a glimpse of her cute bum, it was small but very, very cute looking.

“Eddie…I don’t know how to say this to you…I don’t know if I should say it…” Kate said.

“You can go ahead and say whatever you like, it won’t offend me and it won’t make me stop loving you.” I said back.

“Well…I love you so much…I know we’re siblings but I would be willing to break those rules to be with you. It’s…just that you’re so nice, caring, and gentle…Please don’t be mad at me…” She said in a very soft tone.

Those words seemed to come to me like bullets. They shocked me, I didn’t know what to think. What are the chances of her talking to me about this the day after I started getting sexual feelings for her? I sat there in silence for a few seconds.

“Kate…” I finally managed to say. “I love you very, very much too…I…”

I bit the yalova escort bullet and I leaned over, closed my eyes, and put my lips on Kate’s. She backed away and looked at my eyes. She put her arms around my neck and sucked on my lips very softly. I put my arms under hers and grasped her bare shoulders. The most insane pleasure shot through me. Her skin was very soft and I sure loved rubbing her skin, I don’t know why. She pulled her lips off of mine and took her arms off of my neck. She was a very, very good kisser.

“Melanie’s going to be out at any moment.” She said.

“Oh yeah…okay.”

I pulled my hands away from her smooth shoulders. I’ve had many girlfriends before and I’ve had sex with one of them but this kiss right here was the most intense pleasure I’ve felt in my life. It was all because she was my sister, one of the girls I’ve taken care of for most of my life. Kate got up to go towards the toaster, I assumed she knew I had an erection. I still couldn’t get over how intense that was. Melanie came back and sat in her chair. She had her elbows on the table with her hands supporting her jaw. Kate walked over to the table with a plate. She put it in front of Melanie.

“Thank you so much!” Melanie said and then shot a happy smile.

Kate sat down at the table. She looked over at me and smiled.

“So what do you guys want to do today?” I asked.

“Do you want to go in the hot tub and just chill for today? I don’t feel like going anywhere.” Kate asked.

Melanie smiled as she swallowed a bit of her food and nodded. I nodded as well. We had a hot tub on the deck, we had just got it last year. Every couple years or so, something like that comes into the household, whether it’s a television or a computer or something. We all ate breakfast and stepped outside. It was a beautiful summer day outside. It was very warm. Melanie was still in her nightshirt, I was hoping she would bend over so I could see her bum. I really had an urge to kiss Melanie for some reason…maybe it was because I kissed Kate. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled and kissed me back. Her face turned really red as she looked over at Kate.

I looked away like I never noticed but I kept my arm around her. I had no clue what I should’ve done next, I had absolutely no clue if Melanie was interested in me like Kate was but I really, really wanted to find out. I caressed Melanie’s arm and looked up at the very few clouds in the sky. I then ran my hand through her black hair and straightened it out of her face from the slight breeze of wind that screwed it up. Melanie let out a little laugh and walked back inside of the house. I was wondering if she thought I was some sort of freak after that.

“Eddie…I love you so much…” I heard Kate say again.

“I love you too, sweetie.” I said back, I know she wanted something else because whenever she pauses like that, she wants something but doesn’t build up the courage to tell me.

She turned on the hot tub and then climbed into the hot tub with all her clothes on (shorts and tank top). She soaked her hair. I took off my shirt and climbed in. I sat right next to her. I got a glimpse of her breasts again and they sure did look nice with water on them. Melanie came out of the house with black panties and a tank top. I looked at Melanie’s thighs again, I loved how they looked. She let herself in the hot tub. She put her head under the water and came back up. She swam over and sat next to me. I felt her arm go around my neck.

“Love you, Eddie!” She said.

I looked into her eyes and were they ever so cute! The look that she gave me in the hot tub is one I will never forget, it was the most begging and wanting look that no one could ever turn down. I don’t know what she wanted but it was something and I dare don’t kiss her on the lips.

“I love you as well, Melanie.”

“Do you think…we could…watch a couple more movies later?” She asked.

“Of course, sweetheart.” I said back.

She blushed after I said ‘sweetheart’. I put my arm around her.

“So Melanie,” Kate said. “Would you like to go get some ice cream later?”

Melanie’s eyes opened wide.

“Oh please?! I would love to!” She exclaimed.

Melanie loved ice cream so much. She loved almost every flavour of it. If she could live off of one thing, it would be ice cream, Kate knew that ice cream made Melanie really happy. Next, Kate decided to tell us both a story.

“Okay, so earlier this year, dad was in the kitchen and he was unloading the dishwasher. He was unloading dishes with one of his hands and he was holding a bag of chips in the other. He would sometimes grab a couple chips and eat them but I never knew he was holding them when I walked into the kitchen. I said ‘Hi dad!’ and then he looked over at me all startled. A few plates were in his hand and he dropped the bag of chips. So there he goes, trying to save the chips and drops all three plates but saves the bag of chips. I was laughing so hard because aren’t plates more important then çorlu escort a simple bag of chips? The funny thing was he stumbled to go save the chips and almost fell.”

Melanie was laughing. “Typical dad! He always does things like that.”

I was laughing as well. “Oh good old dad, been doing things like that from as far as I can remember.”

“Tell us one from a while ago, Eddie!” Kate said.

“Okay, well about 6 years ago, dad was playing with the dog on the carpet. But what dad didn’t know is that the dog pissed on the carpet. I knew about it because I stepped in it earlier in the day but I didn’t do anything about it. So dad is bugging the dog when he’s on his knees and he’s laughing and having all sorts of fun. Secretly, the dog and I know that there’s piss on the carpet. So the moment finally hit. Dad yelled as soon as his knee hit the puddle. I was in the kitchen and I seen the dog run towards me followed by dad with a huge wet spot on his knee.”

Kate was laughing so hard, her face turned red. Melanie was laughing really hard too. Dad always did really funny things unintentionally but we all always got a kick out what happened to him. After a short while, both of the girls stopped laughing. I was laughing quite a bit too.

“So what do you guys think of Jason out of the house?” Melanie asked.

“It doesn’t matter to me, he doesn’t really talk to me unless I talk to him.” Kate said.

“Same with me…” Melanie said.

“Well he’s a good brother and everything but it doesn’t really matter with me, he’s getting married and is moving onto another life, it’s his choice.” I said.

“Yeah…I suppose. Well it’s good for him at least.” Kate responded.

We talked for about another hour about little things like which movies we liked best, our favourite foods, how mom and dad aren’t fair. The thought still remained in my head that I wanted to kiss, hug, and have sex with both of my sisters. We all got out of the hot tub. I looked down Melanie’s top and seen her cute little breasts along with her hard nipples. They were maybe a size smaller than Kate’s but they were so pretty. I looked away as I seen that. I picked up my shirt and walked downstairs to my room. I was so into seeing Melanie’s breasts that I didn’t get a towel from the washroom.

I walked out of my room and then upstairs into the washroom and my god…I got the quickest glimpse of Melanie’s bare backside. She was combing her hair.

“Shit…Melanie, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in there.”

“Hahn! Don’t worry about it! Come in.”

I opened up the door slowly and found her standing in the same position but with a towel covering her private parts. However, it didn’t cover the bottom of her bum. I opened up the closet door to get my towel except there were no towels left. I let out a disappointing sigh.

“Eddie…I…” Melanie tried to say.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I said back.

“Nothing…” She said.

I looked back at her in the reflection of the mirror and her head was down.

“Tell me, Melanie, it’s alright.”

“No…it’s nothing, it’s just me…I’m sorry.” She said.

I wrapped my arms around Melanie’s stomach and put my cheek on hers.

“Remember, sweetie, you can talk to me about anything you want, I’m here for you.” I said as I kissed her on the cheek.

I thought she was really bothered by something because she usually is whenever she has her head down, she has really sensitive feelings. She nodded and smiled at me.

“Here, take my towel, I’m finished using it.” She said.

She unwrapped her towel and gave it to me. She was completely naked again. She then moved closer to me.

“I love you so much…” She whispered in me ear, then kissed my mouth.

I shot into pleasure again. I looked into her eyes, they were so cute. I hugged her bare naked body. She was really, warm. As I hugged her, I put my hand on her head and rubbed it gently. My upper body was in heaven as hers was pressed against mine. I didn’t look at her naked body except for her butt when I hugged her. I kept my eyes mainly focused on her eyes.

“I love you very, very much too, Melanie…”

I left the towel in the room because I soaked Melanie by hugging her. Kate was standing outside of the washroom with jeans and a tank top.

“Do you need a towel? I locked the back door already.” She asked.

“Yeah I do…”

“Here, take mine.”

“Thank you, Kate.” I said and then smiled.

“Eddie…you mean a lot to me…” She smiled.

“Kate, I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you. I love everything about you, sweetheart.”

Kate blushed and smiled. She walked to her room as I walked downstairs to mine. I dried myself off and put on new clothes. I wore jeans and a t-shirt. It was 9:30am now. I walked upstairs. Kate was sitting on the couch looking out the window. Melanie came out of the washroom and stood near us. She was wearing bell-bottom jeans. They were tight around her thighs and butt, and I really liked that. She also wore a tight t-shirt. I grabbed my car keys and put my shoes on. Both the girls put on their sandals and walked out of the front door. I locked the door. We all went into my mother’s car. Kate sat in the front seat with me and Melanie sat right behind me. I drove us to an ice cream parlor called ‘Sergeant Sundae’.

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It had taken weeks for Mom and me to decide on the perfect present for Dad on Father’s Day. I knew that it had to be something extra special, because Dad was, well, Dad. Now, early on the Sunday morning, Mom had slipped out of their bed without waking him and was helping me get ready. I stood, naked in front of her as she ran her fingers over my breasts, gently pulling the nipples, so that they stood proud on my delicate 34 C bosom. Then she ran her hands down my smooth belly until she could circle her finger and thumb around my tiny cock and squeeze it gently. The breasts had been a surprise for Dad on my twenty-second birthday, Mom paying for the surgery and the hormones out of her ‘mad money’.

Mom turned me around and made me bend over the edge of my bed and then gently spread the cheeks of my ass with her fingers. She slowly ran her finger down the cleft and then pressed it gently, but firmly, into the dark hole. I could feel her exploring my back passage, making sure that I was relaxed, ready to please Dad. I felt something cool against the tight ring and realised that she was massaging a little lubricating jelly around my asshole. Mom slapped the cheek of my ass and told me I could stand up and then turned me to face her again.

Carefully, she applied a little mascara to make my lashes longer and thicker, then a trace of blusher and bright red lipstick. She turned me around again and brushed my long dark hair until it shone, before gathering it into a ponytail and fastening it firmly with a bow. Mom knew how much Dad liked to hold my head still by twisting his hand in my ponytail while he shoved the length of his thick cock into my mouth.

Once my hair and face were fixed how Mom knew Dad liked them, she went to my wardrobe and pulled a carrier bag from the back. She had not told me what she had bought, but these were specially chosen for Dad to enjoy.

First she brought out a white corset, with half cups so that my nipples would be uncovered. She wrapped it around my waist, slipping my pert breasts into the lacy cups, giving my already hard nipples a pinch and then began to pull the laces tight at the back. The metal stays dug into my sides, but I stayed quiet, knowing that this would be a special treat for Dad.

When she had finished lacing the corset and tying it tightly, she had given me an almost hour-glass figure. Reaching into the bag she brought out a pair of tiny silk panties, just large enough to cover my tiny cock. She knelt down in front of me and slid the silk up my legs, stopping at the tops of my thighs. Leaning forward, she opened her lips and slipped trabzon escort my cock into her warm, wet mouth. Slowly she ran her tongue over the head of my cock as she gently sucked the shaft all of the way to the back of her mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as her head bobbed back and forth. I could feel my cock stiffen in her mouth as she sucked and swirled her tongue all over it. I would have been happy for her to suck me all day, until I spurted into her hot mouth but she drew her head back, keeping her lips tight around my shaft, until my cock slipped from between them with a loud, wet, ‘plop’.

Mom pulled the panties the rest of the way over my cock, running her fingers along the bulge it made in the fine silk. Then she took a pair of white stockings out of the bag and slowly rolled them up my legs, fastening them to the suspenders that dangled from the corset. She moved back and stood up, looking at me with an artist’s eye. Finally she smiled and nodded.

“Your Daddy will be very pleased.” Mom whispered, “Now in you go and give him his Father’s Day present.”

I crept along the corridor to Mom and Dad’s room and pushed the door open. Dad was sprawled across the big bed, the top sheet and duvet pushed down to the bottom end of the mattress. I tiptoed across the carpet and slowly lowered myself onto the bed next to him, my head level with his cock and balls and my legs curled so that my legs rested on Mom’s pillow. Dad must have been having a very horny dream, because his cock was thick and hard, sticking straight up from his neatly trimmed pubes. I leaned over and took the base of his cock between my finger and thumb, squeezing it very gently and then opened my mouth and began to slowly lick the head of his cock. I ran the tip of my tongue over the swollen knob, lapping at it like a kitten with a saucer of milk, until the whole of the purple head was shiny with my spit. Then I gently blew on the wetness, cooling his cock, before I slipped the head into my mouth.

Dad woke with a bit of a start, and reached down, putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing my face right up against his tight balls. The hair around the base of his cock rasped against my lips as the head forced its way into the back of my throat. I swallowed desperately, to keep from choking as he forced my head further down onto his hard cock, filling my mouth. He released my head for a moment and pushed me over, onto my side. I kept my mouth clamped around his cock, sucking and swirling my tongue over his meat as he slit his fingers under the silk of my panties and tunceli escort pushed the waistband down over my hard little cock.

Dad moved his head a little and slipped my cock into his mouth, taking me right inside and sucking me slowly. I could feel his stubbly chin against the smooth skin of my balls and then he opened his mouth wider and slowly sucked my balls into his mouth. I groaned around his cock, trying to let him know that the feel of his hot mouth was making me incredibly horny. I sucked harder on his knob, bobbing my head up and down the length of his manhood as he sucked on my cock. I know that my cock is really pathetic, but when he was sucking on it I felt as though he had made it as big as a horse’s.

Dad worked his cock in and out of the back of my throat as he sucked on my cock, while he unfastened the suspenders and worked my panties down over my ass. I could feel his tongue lashing at my balls as he spread the cheeks of my ass and slowly forced his thumb into my asshole. I groaned and swallowed the head of his cock to the back of my throat and swallowed again and again, so that he could feel my throat ripple against his knob. I could feel him working his thumb in and out of my ass, keeping the same rhythm as his sucking. I could take no more of this torment and before I could do anything to warn him, my cock spurted a thin string of cum into his mouth and down his throat. I felt him swallow, as he gulped my cum down, draining my balls dry, while he rammed his thumb hard into my ass.

Dad opened his mouth and slid my cock out, leaving it to rest on my thigh, limp and oozing the last drops of my cum. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled my head back, so that his cock slid past my lips and out of my mouth with a long, wet, slurping sound. I could see my spit and lipstick smeared all the way from his knob to his balls. Roughly he pushed me onto my back, swivelling me around, so that my head rested on Mom’s pillow. He forced his knee between my thighs and rolled on top of me, pinning me down with his knees spreading my thighs wide. I watched as he kneaded my breast with his hard, rough hand, squeezing and pinching my tender nipples until they looked as though they were bruised and swollen. I felt his stubble against my skin as he took my other nipple in his mouth and sucked it between his teeth, biting until I yelped in pain and my little cock started to harden again.

Releasing my soft little titty, Dad reached between us and guided the swollen head of his thick, hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. A jerk of his hips forced the knob uşak escort into my tight little ass and I arched my back in a mixture of pain and pleasure, forcing my ass further onto his hard cock. He took hold of my legs, behind my knees, and lifted them over his shoulders, draping my calves down his back. I felt terribly vulnerable, my ass tilted upwards so that he could drive the length of his thick cock deep inside me. I whimpered as he pushed, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my ass, stretching my tight passage and filling me with his swollen cock. I could feel his balls pressed against the curve of my ass and my knees pressed against the underside of my titties as Dad reached up to pinch and twist my nipples until they changed from their usual dusky brown colour into an almost purple, swollen, bruise.

Dad looked into my eyes, seeing how his cock had smeared my lipstick all over my mouth and how the tears of pain had made my mascara run down my cheeks. I knew that the sight of my face messed up like this made him even more turned on than the thought of fucking my tender ass and, as if to prove it, his cock stiffened and swelled even more. Dad groaned out loud and rammed his cock into my ass as hard as he could, bringing fresh tears to my eyes. It felt as though he were splitting me open with his rigid cock and I sobbed in despair as I felt it thicken inside me and begin to jerk.

My ass was burning painfully and this added sensation almost made me pass out. Even worse was to come, almost literally, because his balls tightened and his cock began to pump, spitting thick globs of his cum into my bruised and battered asshole. Every splash of cum felt like a kick deep inside my ass and I grunted in agony with every spurt. Dad held me down as he pumped what felt like gallons of hot cum into my bruised and battered asshole. Then I felt his cock move again and he began to ease it out of my asshole, pulling further and further back until only the rim of his knob was inside me. I could feel cum spurting into me all of the time and something wet and sticky was oozing down the cleft of my ass. I screamed as his knob popped out of my ass and he took hold of the base of his cock. He was still spurting cum and he squeezed the base to hold it back as he straddled my waist and aimed the angry looking head between my tits, releasing his hold so that thick globs of cum splattered onto my skin, feeling like scalding lead on my aching nipples. He tilted the tip of his cock upwards a little and spurted the last drops of his cum into my mouth and across my face, a few drops landed in my hair, matting it together.

At last, he eased himself off me and laid by my side, smearing his cum across my nipples and rubbing it into the soft, golden skin of my tits.

I looked into his eyes, for a moment, and gave him my important message.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I love you.”

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Being an avid reader of the site on the Internet I understand the fantasy many men have of sex with their daughter-in-laws. I can under stand since I have the same type fantasy about my daughter-in-law. It is nothing she has ever done that would even give me a hint that she might also have the same feelings for me. I have never said anything out of the way to her to make her even wonder about my secret feeling for her. I just go through life admiring her from a distance; wondering what it would be like to make love to such a beautiful young woman.

Amy is my son Steve’s wife. They have been married five years and have two young girls. The children are four and three years old, and are the joy of my life. Steve is an only son and thus his family is the only family I have. My wife left me after Steve was born to go live with her lover. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she had left me for another man, but she left with a woman she worked with at her job. It was quite a let down to find she preferred another woman to me and her son. She never got in touch with him or me again.

It turned me off on women so much that I never remarried. I looked for female companionship only when I felt the need for sex. No other woman had ever interested me for very long at a time until Steve married Amy.

She wasn’t a really beautiful girl but she was quite attractive and had deep brown eyes that could look through you. At first it was her eyes that drew me to her. Her hair was long and she kept it tied in a ponytail around home. When she went out it would cascade down her back almost to her waist. Her legs were long and shapely. Her breasts were small, just a b cup I would guess. This changed after her last child. Once the child was born her swollen breasts didn’t loose much of the size she had gained while she was pregnant.

I like to think of her as the new improved Amy. She worked her body back in shape after the pregnancy. Her legs were still long and firm and her stomach was as flat as it was before she married. With her now larger breasts she was quite a sight in a swimsuit.

Amy and Steve had built a house that backed up to mine. I had a fairly large farm that stretched from the country road where I lived back across a field to another country road. It was less than a mile between the houses and there was a small lane that joined the two houses together without getting on the main roads. When we traveled from one house to the other we used the back entrance.

After my wife left me I concentrated on working and making a living for Steve and myself. I was fairly successful and now I don’t have to work any more than I like. It was my own company and I had good people working for me. Steve had gone to work in the company after he graduated from college. One day it would all be his. In the mean time I had all the free time I wanted.

As I mentioned before, I had liked the looks of Amy from the first time I met her. She and I had become good friends and spent a lot of time together after they married. She was pregnant soon after they married and the first child was born. She had just begun to get her figure back when the second child was on the way. After she was born Amy was a little over weight and her figure was suffering from it. At this point many women would have given up and let nature take its course. Amy wasn’t about to let that happen.

For several weeks she worked out each day. She would bring the girls by the house and I would watch them while she exercised. The gym in the house was just like Steve had left it when he moved out. Amy was the only one that got any use out of it. Slowly I began to see the results from her hard work. I made sure to compliment her on how good she was looking; something Steve wasn’t doing. This lack of attention from him is what brings us to the present time.

Amy and the girls had come over to swim in the pool that I had installed for the kids. Steve had always wanted one but it took my grand kids to make me have one installed. If I had known Amy would have used it as much as she does I would have installed it a lot earlier. My favorite pass time was watching her in her bikini swimming laps in the pool. This particular morning wasn’t any difference.

I watched as she played with the two girls. Every now and then I would get in the water and help her keep them entertained. Something was different about her this morning but I couldn’t put my finger on it. With the girls around she was smiling as she normally did, but when she was away from them there was a sadness about her that wasn’t part of her usual personality.

The morning came to an end and we went into the house to fix lunch. Once the girls were fed she put them in a spare bedroom where they could get their afternoon nap without us having to be too quite. She turned on the bedside speaker where we could hear them when they woke.

While she was putting them to bed I finished in the kitchen and mixed us a drink and carried them down stairs to the playroom. I had rize escort a small wet bar in the room with a couple of stools. I set the drinks on the bar and set down to wait for her to join me. I heard the speaker come on in the bedroom and knew she was about to join me. I still had on just my swimsuit and she still had on her bikini. We would be back in the water as soon as the children woke from their nap. Until then we would have a couple of hours alone. I had come to really like these few moments alone with her.

She came into the room and I watched as she climbed on the stool next to mine. I could not keep my eyes from searching out her long bare legs as she propped her small feet on the bar stool. The top of her suit showed a lot of bare skin that I never got tired of seeing. Over the last five years she had gotten more and more open with me. She had to know that I liked to look at her since I didn’t make any effort to not get caught looking. As her figure had slowly returned even better than before I had taken the opportunity to brag on her. In response she had been willing to let me see more than most father-in-laws were allowed. This pleased both of us.

Amy picked up the drink and she took a big swallow. A second later she took another. This wasn’t the way she normally took her afternoon toddy. Another swallow and it was gone. I had just sampled mine but I asked her if she wanted another. Her answer was to just push the empty glass towards me.

I refilled hers and handed it back to her and set down next to her on the other stool. I turned towards her and watched as she took another big swallow. “You better slow down or you will be on the floor.” She turned towards me and out knees was touching. I looked into her pretty eyes and knew she was about to cry.

“What is going on this morning? You haven’t been yourself at all.” Just asking the question broke open the dam. Tears flooded her eyes as she slid from her stool and moved between my legs for me to hold her in my arms. Though we had always liked each other she had never held me as close as she was today.

She was crying so hard her whole body was shaking. I just held her close until some of the crying stopped. She may not have known it but her breasts were pressed firmly against my naked chest. Her hips were between my legs and her cunt had to be touching my cock. Only the thin material of out swimsuits separated our bodies.

I never meant for it to happen but I could feel my cock getting hard. I knew that she was going to notice it once she started to settle down. I knew I should try to separate out bodies before she noticed but I just couldn’t bring myself to move away from her. I had often dreamed about holding her just this way.

Her face was buried in my neck and her hot breath wasn’t doing anything to help the condition I was quickly getting in. Her arms were around my neck and she was holding on like it was life or death. My arms were around her waist and I could feel the naked flesh of her back under my fingers. I couldn’t resist pulling her tighter to me. My cock could feel the heat from her cunt and I was finally completely hard. My cock was throbbing against the crotch of her suit. I knew exactly where my cock was touching her and it wasn’t going to be long before she would know also.

The crying finally stopped but she didn’t release me. I knew the moment she realized the condition I was in. Her body tensed up and she moved back. Her arms stayed around my neck but her cunt found a small amount of separation from my cock. Her head moved back from my neck where I could look into her eyes. I saw her glance down at my cock that was standing how hard and firm in my suit.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t intend for that to happen.”

She lifted her eyes from my cock to my face. “It is mostly my fault. I have put you in a bad spot.”

I smiled and tried to make a joke out of it. “I’m not complaining about being in such a spot. Anytime you need a shoulder to cry on you or more than welcome.”

She said, “At least I am glad to see that I can at least turn on another man.” She then explained why she was in the condition she was in today.

“I think Steve is cheating on me. He hired that new secretary last year about the time I started trying to get my body back in shape. I am sure he is spending more and more time in her bed. He hasn’t touched me in months. Even after I loss the extra weight he hasn’t shown any interest in me.”

“I don’t think Steve is running around on you. Sometimes men just do strange things. Why would he want to run around on such a beautiful wife?

“She is younger and doesn’t have any children to work around just to have sex. I could take it if it was just a one-night stand. I wouldn’t like it but at least I could understand why he would do it. I am just afraid I am going to lose him to her for good.”

While she talked I noticed that she hadn’t moved any farther away from me. If anything she had moved sakarya escort a little closer. Her head was now resting on my chest while she talked. My hands were still on her bare waist. The heat from her body kept my cock rock hard and it was almost touching her crotch where it had been earlier. My hands were starting to stroke her naked back and she seemed to relax as I touched her.

For what ever reason my hands seem to drop lower on her body until they were on her hips. The firm feel of her butt was now beneath my fingertips. I pulled gently on her hips to bring her back in contact with my hard cock. I didn’t want to force her but I was surprised when she let me move her forward without any resistance at all. We were back where we had been earlier only this time she wasn’t crying. My cock was touching her cunt through the material of our suits.

I brought my hands back up to rub her naked back. She didn’t try to move away from my cock. For whatever reason she might have had it felt awfully good to hold her so close.

She was no longer talking as my hands worked over her back. It had been months since Steve had made love to her and she welcomed my touch on her body. I glanced down to see her eyes tightly shut and her hands around my shoulders. I had fantasized about doing this very thing to her. In my wildest dreams I had never thought it would come to pass. I was expecting her to call a stop at anytime. I could always apologize and claim I had loss myself and forgot who I was with.

I brought my hands from her back around to the front. As I lifted them to her face I let them trail across the nipples of her tits. I could feel her tremble as I touched them and the nipples harden to my touch. I brought my hands to her face and lifted her head up, bring her lips up where I covered them with my mouth.

I felt her tighten up at the first touch of my lips on hers, but then she relaxed. Her lips were soft and I could taste the salt from the tears she had cried. I moved my tongue across lips and applied a little pressure on them. She knew that I wanted her to open her mouth and with a little gentle probing she open up. My tongue pushed it’s way inside to taste even more of her sweetness. I took my time and didn’t try to force her. I wanted her to be able to stop anytime but sure hoped she wouldn’t.

I released her head with my hands but she didn’t turn away. Her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me tighter to her lips. Her tongue was answering each thrust I made with one of her own. She was just as much into the kiss as I was. My hands went to her back. I had to see her firm full tits without any covering over them.

My finger found the ties that held her top on. It was simple to untie. One slight pull and the top was loose. Only her body pressing against mine kept the top from falling to the floor. I moved back just enough to pull the top from between us. With it gone I pulled her back to me. Her naked hard tits were now pressing my naked chest. I could feel her nipples pushing against my shin. If it was possible my cock grew even harder.

She continued to kiss me through all of this. She was making small moaning sounds deep in her throat. I could tell she was as excited as I was. Her hips were now pushing against my cock even harder. I didn’t know how far she was willing to go but until she stopped me I was going to find out.

My hands left her back and went to the top of her bikini bottoms. My thumbs slipped under the edge and I pushed down. At this point I don’t think she was even thinking what she was doing. I knew I was taking advantage of her in the condition she was in. I reasoned that if it weren’t me then she would find someone else. It had been to long for such a hot-blooded woman to go without sex.

I pushed the suit down. My cock pressing against her prevented it from coming off. I was about to try to back away a little when she did it herself. The suit went on down her legs as far as I could reach. She gave a couple of wiggles and it dropped to the floor. She stepped out of it and moved back to my cock. One piece of material was gone and only my suit stood between us. My dream was closer than ever to being answered.

I broke the kiss finally and leaned forward to take her tit in my mouth. This brought a lower moan to her lips. As I kissed and sucked she pulled my head hard against her tit. I had trouble at first moving from one tit to the other. At first I think she was afraid I was going to stop. When she found out I was just moving from one of them to the other she helped me.

I stopped and picked her up and set her back on the stool. I pushed her legs open as I kneel before her. It was easy to push her legs apart as my lips found her hot cunt. Sampling a young hot cunt has always been one of my biggest pleasures. I love the taste of hot pussy juice as I use my tongue on the young cunt. Amy’s was the sweetest I had ever tasted. My tongue was buried deep in her cunt to get all samsun escort the sweet nectar she had.

I wanted to bring her off fast and quick where I could taste her and them feel her hot pussy wrapped around my hard cock. She had not climaxed in months and it didn’t take but seconds before she grabbed the back of my head and did her best to pull my head in her cunt.

Her hips were fucking at my tongue as she climaxed from the fucking my tongue was giving her cunt. She almost smothered me she had me pulled so tight to her. Finally she relaxed and I was able to take my mouth away from her juicing cunt. As I stood back up I made sure my suit stayed on the floor. I was naked when I again moved between her legs.

Amy didn’t seem to notice that it was now my naked cock that was touching the opening to her body. With her on the stool she was just the right height for my hard cock to center her cunt. With her legs wrapped around my waist I slid forward into the hottest pussy I had ever been in. She was wet and offered very little resistance to my hard cock as I pushed forward down deep in her welcoming body.

Her being so hot and wet made it easy for me to slide deep in her body. She was really tight around my cock as I finally pushed to the bottom of her cunt. Her arms were again around my waist and tried to pull me even deeper. Soon it was hard to tell who was fucking whom. She was kissing me and rubbing her naked tits against my chest while her cunt was answering ever stroke my cock made in her. I had never fucked a woman that wanted to fuck like her.

Amy was cumin again soon after I entered her. When she finished that climax and was coming down from the high she was on I caught her under the ass and picked her up from the stool. I was careful to make sure my cock never slipped from her wet cunt. I moved over to the sofa and lay her back. Her legs went around my body and her arms pulled me down again. I started pounding her cunt with all the speed and power I could muster.

For several minutes we fucked with an abandonment that I had never felt before. Finally I could last no longer. I could feel cum building up in my balls and knew it was about over for me. “I am about to cum do I need to pull out?”

“NO! NO! FUCK ME HARDER!!! Fill me up with all you have! I want to feel it entering my body. OH, this feels so good!”

I couldn’t help myself. If I fathered a hundred babies with her I had to feel what it was like to empty my cum deep in her body. Then it was over. I unloaded more cum in her than I had ever shot before. When it hit deep in her cunt she came again. It was two totally exhausted people that finally woke to the cries of the baby. Their nap was over.

At first neither one of us realized that it was the kids waking from their nap. My cock was still embedded deep in her cunt and her legs still wrapped around my hips. The cry of the children brought her back down to earth.

Suddenly she seemed to realize that it was me over her. She pushed against my chest to get me off of her. “Get up! Let me up!” She was about to panic, as I was slow to move. As soon as I rolled away she was on her feet. She hunted for her suit and quickly pulled up the bottoms and was slipping on the top as she rushed up the stairs to the children. She didn’t look back at me as she left the room.

I took my time and put my suit back on. I was expecting to join them back at the pool as we usually did after their nap. When I got back to the pool I heard the old golf cart that they used to ride between the two houses leave. I wished I had been able to talk to her about what happened. It was easy to see that she was embarrassed and wanted to get away.

I usually saw her and the girls three or four times a week but Amy didn’t come over again that week. Steve brought the girls over Saturday morning but said Amy had some shopping to do and couldn’t come. I knew that I had to see her if for no other reason than let her know it was my fault things got so far out of hand. The weekend passed and she still didn’t show up. I even went over to their house but the car was gone and no one came to the door. I didn’t see her staring out the window as I headed back home.

Monday she still didn’t come over. Tuesday I went in to work. I usually put in an appearance a couple of times a week just to let them know who the real boss is.

My secretary for many years was a tall black lady named Lisa. Lisa and her husband Robert had been my friends for several years. Lisa was a beautiful black lady that could make any man’s cock hard just by walking by. For all the years we had worked together she and I had never been sexually involved. Robert was my good friend that helped me through the days when my wife walked out on me. I was not going to ruin my friendship with him just to sleep with his wife.

Robert was a unique person. He loved Lisa and was faithful to her all these years. That was pretty hard to do considering the type work he did. No one knew that Robert and I were partners in his business. Years before he needed money to get started and I let him have what he needed. Without me asking he made me a partner. Now he didn’t need any of my money as he had all he would ever need. Still each month I received a check from him for my part of the business.

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(This is a continuation of Fifteen Minutes of Fame. If you haven’t read it, I heartily recommend you do so now, as this story may not make much sense otherwise.)

The phone rang. Not the desk phone, not her official work phone, but her private cell. Only a few people had the number, and they knew not to call, except in actual emergencies. She didn’t recognize the incoming caller, but that wasn’t surprising; if one of her associates needed to contact her, they used whatever phone was closest, whether or not it belonged to them.

She flipped it open. “Go ahead.”

“Ma’am, I just sent you an email with something you need to see.” It was Paulsen, one of her senior staff members. No preamble, no wasting time with pleasantries or greetings. She liked that. Time was money, and she had very little of the former to spare. “It’s about your children.”

Her children. She hated being forced to think about them. Better that they’d both died in infancy. “Is it time-sensitive?”

“Very much so, ma’am. It’s supposed to be out in two days, and we’re leaning on the network to hold off on airing it, but—”

“I’ll deal with it.” She ended the call and looked at the phone for a moment, thinking quickly, making a mental list of who to call, and how to handle this, but… First things first. She needed to know exactly what “this” was. It’s always more difficult to fight a war when you don’t know what you’re dealing with.

The text of the email was a copy-pasted transcript, incomplete and poorly edited, of an episode of… but no, surely there had been some mistake. It couldn’t actually be from that farce of a confession show. That sick, twisted excuse for entertainment. A joke, perhaps, made in extremely poor taste. If so, someone—probably several someones—were going to get fired for it.

There was a file attached, too. A short video. She opened it.

The image was small, shaky, and low-resolution. A cell phone camera, surely. The clip was less than a minute long. She started it.

By the time the clip had finished, her fists were clenched so tightly that her perfectly manicured nails dug deep into her palms. The gouges in her hand dripped blood across the desk as she reached for the office phone, her hand shaking with barely suppressed rage.

“Diane.”

“Yes, Senator Farrington.” Prompt and polite, as always. A good hire, that one. Just out of college, still fresh-faced and optimistic. It wouldn’t last long. It never did.

“I need to see Roger. Now. Call him, and then get in here.” Charity Farrington, Illinois Senator and the self-described last line of defense for conservative family values, looked down at her blood-smeared hand and gritted her teeth. “And bring a wet towel.”

Soon, she promised herself. Soon it would be her children’s blood on her hands instead of her own. They’d pay for this.

They would pay dearly.

***

“I’m home,” Pam sung out, slamming the door behind her. “Why isn’t dinner on the table, you miserable fucking excuse for a domestic servant?”

I smiled, hearing the playfulness in her voice. “Eat a dick, sis.” I stood up and stretched the kinks out of my back before heading towards the front door. “Work go okay?”

“The usual soul-crushing emptiness. The sort of thing you always feel, but I only get it six or eight hours at a time, which means I’m marginally less pathetic than you are.” She pulled off her jacket and lobbed it at the open closet. “So yeah, work was fine.” Pam leaned over, apparently aiming for a quick kiss; I had no intention of just brushing lips like that. Eight hours without touching her was way too long for my liking. Instead, as our mouths met, I wrapped one arm around her waist and planted the other on her back, and I made damn sure she wasn’t getting away without some tongue.

She didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite, really. It’d only been a week and a half since we’d taped our television debut, and only a few hours more since we’d started this whole “fucking-each-other” thing, but I’d learned pretty quickly what her little physical quirks and mannerisms meant, and the fingers scraping a path down the back of my neck told me I’d made the right call.

We broke off for air, eventually, and she shoved me away, but without any real force. “Horny little bastard. Let’s eat first, assuming you didn’t already inhale whatever the fuck was in the fridge.”

“Not really hungry.” I followed her into the kitchen. “You know, in most of the world, people don’t eat dinner at five.”

“Yeah, well, in most of the world people don’t fuck their siblings, either. Might as rebel against all sorts of things, now that we’ve started with one.”

“Would making a joke about eating out—”

“Yes.”

“Forget I said anything, then.”

“Done.” Pam tossed a couple slices of week-old pizza onto a plate and leaned against the counter. “Anything exciting happen in your shitty existence for a life? And I already know the answer’s no.”

“Won the lottery.”

“Oh yeah? How much?”

“Like ten bucks. Blew urfa escort it on a bottle of piss-poor gin.”

“How you can stomach that shit is beyond me. Makes your breath smell like you brushed your teeth with rubbing alcohol and a pine tree,” Her words were barely audible through her half-chewed mouthful. “Save me any?”

“Might be a third of it left, over by the microwave.” I watched her grab the bottle and start drinking straight from it. “Hypocrite.”

“Don’t fucking judge me, you alcoholic piece of shit. Three assholes catcalled me at lunch and my fucking boss keeps leering at me and I’m on the verge of ripping off their off their cocks and making ’em choke to death on their own—”

“No, no, not the drinking part. The fact that you were just talking shit about gin, and now…”

“I finished the vodka this morning. Nothing else around.”

So that’s where it had gone. “You know, I think both of us might have a drinking problem.”

“Yeah, no shit, because once I finish this we’ll be out of alcohol.”

“That’s the oldest fucking joke—”

As it turned out, the cheap gin tasted even worse when mixed with tomato sauce. The fact that I was tasting it secondhand made it a bit better, though.

***

The door handle turned. She did not look up. “You’re late, Roger.”

“Barely, Senator. I was waiting for your secretary. She seems to have run off somewhere.” Roger Stallman, a short, balding, heavyset man with a perpetually bored expression, dropped into the chair opposite hers without being invited. She took the impertinence without blinking. This was not the time to insist on ceremony, and Stallman had been with her since her first campaign. He’d earned the right to be informal. “Heard the news, then?”

“When was it taped?”

“Twelve days ago. Standard turnaround for these things is usually two weeks, so we caught it just in time.”

“Not fast enough for my liking, Roger.”

He shrugged. “We don’t usually monitor these things, Senator. I can honestly say this has never happened before, not for anyone I’ve worked with, and we’re damn lucky we caught it before it actually aired.”

“Fine. What can we do?”

“Not much, really. We have to eventually let them air it, or else we’ll be the bad guys for shutting down one of the nation’s most inexplicably popular shows. The network won’t pull the episode or even delay for much longer; they’re not too fond of you, Senator, for some of the things you’ve said about what the media does to families.”

“And they’re proving my point by doing so.”

“Focus, please, Senator. Once we’ve navigated through this mess you’ll have plenty of time to write speeches attacking whatever innocent things you want, but first let’s make sure you’ll be able to stay in office long enough to do so.”

Her nails dug into her palms again, reopening one of the just-closed gashes. “Your concern is noted. Again: what do we do?”

“Prep for damage control, mainly. Run a press conference immediately after the show where you can publicly decry the accusations. Dig up a couple of people who can make statements on how your kids were always insubordinate and rebellious in the face of your impeccable maternal instincts.”

“‘Impeccable,’ Roger?”

“I didn’t say they had to be truthful statements. Just statements. We need to build you a safety net. Something that will back up your side of the story. This’ll blow over eventually, but we need to make sure you’re still standing when it does. My career depends on it as much as yours, I’d bet, and I’m not rich enough to retire right now.”

She nodded curtly. “I’ll see who we can round up to take my side. Let me know if we can squeeze another day’s delay out of the network; the more time we have to prepare, the better.”

“Righty-o. I’ll get to work on my end. Lots of calls to make.” He heaved himself to his feet; she did not rise to see him off, but instead turned back to her computer. He paused with his hand on the door. “Out of curiosity, Senator, how much truth do you think there is to it? Do you really think you screwed them up that badly?”

A lesser man would have run from the expression on her face. “Roger—”

“I mean, you’re no paragon of moral purity yourself, you know. If—”

“Get out of my fucking office.”

He chuckled as he left, closing the door behind him.

“Diane.”

“Mhmmff?”

“No, don’t stop. Not until I specifically tell you to. Remind me to dock Mr. Stallman’s pay for the next quarter. And your aim is off. Bring your tongue up a little bit higher.”

“Mmff, mhmm.”

She sighed. It was so hard to find competent help these days.

***

“You know, there’s this thing called a bed.”

I didn’t look up. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s a great invention. Covered in blankets and shit. More comfortable than the fucking kitchen counter, that’s for sure.”

“What’s wrong with fake granite?” I slid my hands up under her skirt and brushed a knuckle against the front of her panties, feeling sivas escort her shiver slightly.

“It’s cold as balls. If you’re gonna do it, just fucking do it and stop trying to tease me, because my ass is freezing out here.”

“Hmm.” I leaned forward, a hand on each thigh, and kissed the growing wet patch between them, inhaling her scent. “No.” Still, I had to admit that she did have a point. My legs were starting to hurt, and I’d only been kneeling on the linoleum for a minute or two. Not that I’d give her the satisfaction of knowing that. This was war, after all.

“Fine. You win. We’ll stay here. Satisfied, asshole?”

“Not even close.” Pam’s panties wouldn’t go down very far, as her legs were spread barely far enough to accommodate even me, but they went far enough. I kissed the same spot as before, feeling the slick wetness beneath my lips. “So before I said that we could eat out-“

There was a yank, and I abruptly found myself buried in her crotch, her legs pinning my face in place against her pussy. Her snarled insult faded off into a hissed breath as I started exploring with my tongue, running it in gradually tightening circles. Well, technically they were ovals, but I wasn’t particularly concerned with the finer points of geometry.

I took a breath, held it, and went in even deeper, pushing my tongue in between her lips and inside of her as far as it would go. Admittedly, it wasn’t very far, but judging from her tightening grip on my neck and back it was working pretty well. My eyes were closed, my senses trained on the bits of Pam I could feel with my mouth and hands, her scent and taste filling my awareness.

“Hey.” Her voice was a bit breathless, and there was a playful lilt to it. “You wanna know the worst euphemism I’ve ever heard for this?”

I shook my head slightly, not willing to stop and answer properly.

“Too bad, because you’re hearing it anyway. ‘Plundering her cave of wonders.'”

Up until that point, I’d never been able to say that I’d choked on pussy. It wasn’t an experience I was keen on repeating; the mixture of laughter and coughing took a few seconds to subside. “Christ on a stick, that’s awful. Who would… no, I don’t wanna know. I really don’t wanna know.”

“Actually, some people-“

“I really, REALLY don’t wanna know.”

“Suit yourself.” Pam cleared her throat. “Um. Can you do something else for me?”

I sighed, trying to look sufficiently exasperated. “Anything for you, my radiant goddess.”

“Can you pretend to not be a fucking asshole for like two minutes? That’s not the request, by the way, but it’d be a pretty nice fucking change for once.”

“No.”

“Fine. The how ’bout this: talk dirty.”

“You mean like Poison? Down the basement, lock the cellar door-” She didn’t pull her punch this time. “You bitch. That’s gonna bruise.”

“I’m trying to be serious here, you prick. Focus. Talk to me. Tell me… I don’t know. Say something engaging. You’re down there, and there’s a disconnect or some shit, and I want you to talk to me.”

“Right. I have no idea how to do that, by the way. And I can’t really do that and work down here properly at the same time.”

“I don’t care if you’re total shit at it. I still want you to try. And of course you can do both–you’ve got hands, right? You don’t need those to talk. Stop jerking off and start using them.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “For your information, I haven’t jerked off in at least ten minutes.” Resting my chin on the counter, I thought for a moment, trying to figure out how to handle this. “Seems like I’m stalling, doesn’t it.”

“Look, if you really don’t want to-“

“No, no, I’m getting to it.” A thought struck me–a plan of attack, so to speak. It made me smile. “Okay. Most of what I know about dirty talk comes from porn, but that doesn’t really work for me.” I ran a forefinger gently down from her stomach, barely brushing the skin and coming to a halt right above her sex. “Just saying ‘oh god I wanna fuck you’ or ‘your pussy is so hot’ is… well, it’s fucking stupid, is what it is.”

“Are you really-” Her breath hitched as I started to slide my finger in. “Are you really giving a fucking lecture on how to dirty-talk?”

“Both of those things are true, though.” I kept on talking, ignoring her words and listening to her breathing. She felt tight even with just one finger inside; slowly, deliberately, I began moving. “You’re absolutely fucking beautiful, and having sex with you is basically the best thing in the world. When I’m with you there is literally nothing else I can think about. Just you.” I laid my other hand on her lower belly, letting my thumb rest close to her clit–but not directly on it. Not yet. “How’re you doing?”

“Not… not bad.”

“Oh good.” I stretched upward, craning my neck and head towards hers; she leaned down, as I’d hoped for, and kissed me. As our lips touched, I planted my thumb; she jerked back slightly, as sensitive as ever, and then pushed forward harder into the kiss, her tekirdağ escort tongue meeting mine.

I had to break off first, as my legs didn’t really want to cooperate with that position. “I wonder,” I said, my thumb now moving rhythmically on her clit. “Do you like the way you taste as much as I do?”

She blushed.

I was so surprised that I actually had to take a second and remind myself where I was and what I was doing. Pam had actually blushed. A full-fledged, red-cheeked, slightly-ducked-head blush. I had never, ever seen that before. Time to seize the moment.

I dove back down, lips encircling her clit, tongue navigating the skin around it as best I could, forefinger curled inside her pussy and stroking her inner walls.

And it was maybe ten seconds later that she grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing uneven breaths through her teeth, hunched over me in the throes of her orgasm.

When she was finished, I finally let myself fall back into a normal seated position on the floor. My legs would be complaining about this for days. I sure as hell wouldn’t be. “You okay?”

Pam nodded, clearly concentrating on getting herself back to normal. “More than okay,” she eventually said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Not just for the eating-out. For putting up with my shit.”

“I should be the one thanking you for that, I think.”

We fell silent, staring at each other in the brightly-lit kitchen.

She smirked. “You’ve got something on your face.”

“Someone’s something, more like. And you’ve got that same something on your thighs.” I stood and stretched. “Shower?”

“Sure. You first.”

“I, uh, I meant together.”

“Pff. Fine.”

***

Roger Stallman—and not just ‘Roger’ when he was working, no matter what his boss said; he was a professional, more or less—was tired of this shit.

It was the same thing, over and over, year after year. Whoever he was working for fucked something up, and they called him to fix it, and they expected him to break the laws of the universe to make everything nice and neat and perfect again. And when the world didn’t work out exactly the way they hoped—and the world never worked out like that—he got slapped with a pay cut. Or chewed out in front of some company’s board of directors. Or he just got fired.

The Senator’d always been a bitch, even from the start of her first run for office, but she’d only grown more angry and bitter since then. Stallman didn’t have much hope that he’d be working for her much longer. A shame, really. She was obscenely rich, and she paid well. Maybe, if he came up with some sort of genius plan, he’d be able to placate her long enough to get him a retirement fund; he wasn’t as young as he used to be, and the political game was starting to get stale. He’d been in the industry way too long.

But when he really thought about it, he knew there was no way he could hush this up. Those kids, those maddeningly determined kids, had blown the kneecaps off of the Senator’s career, and nothing he could do would fix it.

Unless he went to the kids themselves, of course, and found out what they wanted. But that was probably the stupidest idea he’d had in years. One picture of him with them would sink his career right alongside the Senator’s. Hell, they might take the photo themselves and sell it to whichever tabloid offered the most. It’s what he would do in their shoes. And if the Senator herself found out, he’d be lucky if he woke up the next morning. There were lots of rumors about how that young idealistic fool of a candidate had actually died before the elections last year; nobody outright accused Farrington of putting a hit on him, of course, but the rumors were there.

He’d have to think of something else. The network wouldn’t budge, most of the press was already trying to tear the Senator’s policies apart, and there was only so much spin he could pull off on his own. But he couldn’t just go talk to her children. He’d be risking more than his job doing that. The very idea was absurd. Completely unprofessional. Insane, even.

Roger was on a plane to Massachusetts within the hour.

***

The doorbell made us both jump. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and muted the TV. “Jesus, it’s like eleven thirty.”

“Probably a crack whore. Or someone trying to rob you, maybe. They’ll just stab you as soon as you open the door.” Pam, curled up on the pillows like an oversized cat, smirked up at me. “You should go open the door. Live life dangerously, motherfucker.”

“Die in a fire.” It rang again. “Okay, fine, I’ll get it. Christ.”

I jogged to the door and glanced through the window. A short, fat guy, mostly bald, stood there looking bored. No camera, no tape recorder, so he wasn’t the press; no knife, and he looked pretty clean, so he wasn’t a crack whore or a murderer. Probably. And he looked familiar, somehow, but I couldn’t place him.

I unlocked the door and stuck my head out a few inches, wishing I’d thought to put on a shirt. “Um. Can I help you?”

“Hey there, kid. Carl, right?” He held out a hand. “I’m Roger Stallman. I work with the Senator.”

Oh fuck. That’s how I knew him. He was lurking somewhere in the background at every press conference. He was always there. This was bad. This was really bad. This was…

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My kid sister Katie has always been a rebel. The youngest of three children, Katie has always had a strong will and usually does what she pleases, much to the displeasure of Mom and Dad, who always wished she had been like my older sister Miranda.

Compared to Katie, Miranda was the “paragon of virtue.” Approximately 5 years older than me and eleven years older than Katie, Miranda was “the dream daughter” any parent could wish for. She was a top honors student, and always did what mommy and daddy expected from her.

In college, Miranda majored in Library Science and earned her Masters. She then married a rich up and coming Lawyer for a fortune 500 company and the moved to the suburbs and established a “Storybook” family and had a daughter and son and needless to say is doing well and has her own life.

Katie on the other hand was not one to study, she just preferred to get by, yet she was what you would call “street smart” and knew how to use her one advantage over Miranda, to her advantage, her stunning looks and killer 5’7″ 34C-22-34 well curved and well developed body

With sandy brownish-blond hair, emerald green eyes and a body that most models would sell their soul to have, Katie knew how to get what she wanted with boys and she did. By age 16 she had lost her virginity and had developed a rep as and earned the dubious nick name “Peach Treat”

In order to keep mom and dad from getting to wise to her real nature she had her friends call her Peaches, a nick name she picked up as a kid because she always loved peaches and peach ice cream. However, as much as she tried mom eventually caught on but never told dad. Mom secretly put her on the pill.

As for me, I was some where in the middle. I knew how to do what mom and dad wanted but still managed to have my fun, but never got caught. I also was never one to judge Katie but loved her, respected her and became her “Father confessor” so to speak

Katie would tell me things she would never tell any one else especially mom and dad and I was the one who ending up “having the talk” with her because mom and dad were either too busy or too embarrassed to do it. As a result, our relationship became deep and unknown to me, Katie had developed a crush on me at age 16 but never acted on it.

By this time I was 21 and in my senior year in college. I knew something was up by the way she acted but she was good at hiding it until one evening she let it slip. Her best friend Amber, a cute 5’7″ brunette measuring almost the same as her(34B-22-32) was over at our house spending the night. Here is how that unfolds

They were in Katie’s room in their long night gowns and I walked in to ask Katie something. As I started to walk in I had heard them giggling like a couple of silly school girls(which they were). As I walked in they stopped but I could tell Amber was giving me they eye like she was checking me out.

I just grinned to myself and went on even though I was more into college women and not young high school girls, yet it still was an ego booster to know your were a “Hottie” as they say. As I closed the door, it didn’t quite catch and I heard them giggle again and as I stopped out of their sight, I eavesdropped on their conversation and heard Amber say “You’re right Katie, he is a dreamboat. Too bad he’s your brother,” and with that they giggled even more.

Well I graduated college the following year and went to work as a system’s programmer and over the next five years I worked my way up to assistant network administrator for a large Telecommunications company and was making quite a career for myself, pulling back a nice salary of almost 95K per year.

I had a nice modest condo for myself and an okay vehicle. I had saved most of my money because I lived at home my first year at work and had saved enough from co-op- jobs at college and the first year of my regular job to pay cash for my car and my grandmother had left me quite a sum when I was younger($30,000) and that had grown to almost 40,000 so I purchased almost two thirds of my condo with cash so my payments were quite small as to give me plenty of spending money.

By this time, mom and dad sold their house and moved closer to mom’s remaining family Also, Katie had just finished her 27 month degree as an “Executive Administrative Assistant” and she moved in with me and helped pay bills. She was making an okay salary but she always wanted more so she got a night job on the weekends as a cocktail waitress at the new club “The Oasis” near the county line.

During the first three months of us living together we didn’t see too much of each other because of the fact I was on the road a lot setting up a new computer system for a new branch office and training their staff. Needless to say, I was not aware of just what kind a club “The Oasis” was and what Katie had started doing there

It would turn out that The Oasis was a “discrete” gentleman’s club that “catered to the needs of the gentleman with discriminating taste”, and Katie was now mersin escort working as a “Customer Care Assistant.” In other words the place was a strip joint where nothing was taboo and my kid sister was a stripper, but I would not find that out until when I would make my visit the Friday evening I got home.

It had been a long flight home and I was tired. I had grabbed a quite bite when I got into town and at first decided to go home to try to relax, but I knew I was too wound up and needed to “park my brain in neutral” and just do something off the wall.

I thought for a while for something to do and then I saw a note on the fridge that read “Sweetie, cum join me at the club Oasis tonight. I promise it will be fun and you won’t be disappointed. Hugs and kisses, your sweet sis, Katie” and underneath the signature written in red lip stick was “xxx ooo, Peaches n Crème ”

I figured “What the hell,” and decided I would hang out with Katie. It sounded like it could be some fun and possibly we could catch up on old times and maybe we would then go home together. We would end up doing that, just not in the fashion I would had ever imagined.

As I walked in to the club I knew it wasn’t your run of the mill night club. It was clear that it was a strip club. I didn’t see Katie but I figured she was serving somewhere so I asked Rachel the red haired vixen to give me a beer and I took a table close to the stage and figured if this kind of environment made Katie happy, so be it.

The main stage was empty but music was playing and I had been to enough strip clubs to figure they were somewhere between sets. Just then, the music stopped and the DJ said “Welcome gentlemen to The Oasis. Let us bring our next performer out for the night. She is a little new to this so lets make her feel comfortable. Making her debut last weekend and now becoming a part of the regulars, welcome to the stage Peaches n’ Crème.”

I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard the name but I figured certainly not, but as I saw the sumptuous blonde beauty walk out on stage in a white open see through cotton mesh robe, white lingerie with matching garter and thigh high stockings and white shoes, I knew it was her.

I sat there shocked at first watching her trying to take it in and make myself accept it was for real. There was my kid sister stripping for strange guys and doing things with them that I would have never imagined. I don’t know what it was that possessed me to do it but I found myself pulling out money and making my way over to the stage.

At first I tried to convince myself that I was “just trying to help her out and show some support” but deep inside I knew I was not seeing Katie as my kid sister but a 22 year old vixen who I would give any thing to bang.

As I stood at the end of the stage, I was silent and just held the one dollar bill in my hand. She was now topless but still had the robe on.

“Hey sweetie,” she said with a smile and with that she knelt down in front put the dollar bill in my mouth put her sumptuous soft 34 inch breasts up against my face and with them squeezed, motioned for me to put the dollar there.

I placed the dollar between her breasts and she took it and then before I could turn and walk back to my seat, she gave me a warm wet kiss on the lips. “Stay here and watch the show,” Katie said with a soft sultry voice and then with a sultry tone she added “I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

She then told me real reason she wanted me to say when she added “After all, its good to have a friendly face in the crowd and believe it or not I’ve missed ya so what’s ya say, do your kid sister a big favor and who knows we both may enjoy it.”

It didn’t take me long to get in to it but I must confess I wasn’t thinking of Katie as my kid sister. I was thinking of her as a hot 22 year old blonde vixen who I definitely wanted to see more of, and more of her I would see and soon

After giving a few ones, I began to break out the fives then tens and finally later the twenties. After the first five, she dropped her mesh robe and came up to where I was standing. I was at eyelevel to her crotch and Katie had pulled her cotton panties to the side and I could see her nice smooth perfectly pink shaved pussy.

Katie would then put her right leg over my shoulder so that her foot was on my shoulder blade. Then taking my head with her left hand, she pulled it to her crotch and grinded her pussy up against my face.

Call it basal primal male instinct but I found myself putting my tongue to her pussy. At first I was trembling with fear inside thinking for certain that I had “crossed the line” but much to my surprise and delight, Katie just smiled and held my head there and rubbed it against her pussy, inviting me to savor her nectar.

“Sit down sweetie,” she said after she pulled my head away from her pussy “The fun has only begun” Taking her advice, I had a seat back in my chair and anxiously awaited what was cumming muğla escort next.

It wouldn’t take long for me to find out because by the time I had broken out another ten dollar bill, Katie was heading back to my direction after collecting several fives and tens from some guys who wanted to see more.

Coming over to where I was she had a seat on the edge of the stage where I was sitting and motioned for me to come closer. “Follow my lead sweetie, I have a sweet treat for you” and with that she draped her legs over my shoulder.

Using her index finger to gesture “come her,” she beckoned me to come closer to her so that now my head was between her thighs. Taking my head with her hand she pulled my head down between her legs and bucked her hips up so that now she was fucking my face.

I wasted no time in going down on Katie and burying my head in her snatch and feverishly eating her out as she laid back enjoying every moment of it and as the crowd cheered me on chanting “go, go, go” over and over

Granted, my secret fantasy of making it with my sister was coming true but never in a million years would I have ever thought about acting on it. It seemed like I was outside my body watching a total stranger who looked like me munching on my sister’s muff, but it wasn’t, it was me

I maybe came up for air once in the two minutes I continued to muff dive on Katie and I knew she had cum because I could taste her sweet crème as it flooded my lips. After I made her cum, she would return the favor to me but in a different way than expected.

I sat back as she sat up and kissed me and I then took out a twenty dollar bill and laid it on the stage Taking the twenty dollar bill, Katie got on her hands and knees facing me she put it in the zipper my pants as she unzipped them partially and spread my legs. Katie then leaned over and took the bill and then went down on my crotch and simulated sucking me off although she was breathing heavily on my cock.

However that would not be as hot as what she would do during the final part of the set just before the last song ended. I had now pulled out two 20 dollar bills and was holding them up. Katie then came over and with one swift move was now sitting in my lap facing me and was now totally naked except for the stockings and garter.

“Where do you wanna put them sweetie,” she said with a sultry voice. I told her it was up to her so she grinned devilishly and unzipped my pants pulled my fly apart and stuck the bills inside my underwear. Katie would then give me the best five minute ride of my life.

Putting her arms around me, she French kissed me and began to grind her pussy against my crotch as she simulated fucking me This lasted for about five minutes as the crowd jeered and guys streamed to the stage throwing money down to see more. However, I was paying them no mind. I was so horny, I couldn’t hear a thing but what seemed to be the faint voices of people yelling in the far distance.

It sounded like the way something does when you are talking to someone on the phone and they sound like they are way down in a hole. All I knew was that I was one horny mother fucker and it wouldn’t be long until I spewed my load in my pants.

When I couldn’t fight the feeling anymore, I let go of my load and spewed my cum inside my briefs. Katie felt it and just smiled and then whispered in my ear ” Looks like some one made a mess in his pants. Join me after my set for a command performance and we can clean this one up and maybe deposit another load in the proper place.”

Was I dreaming or did my sister just proposition me for sex. I wasn’t dreaming and after the set Katie told me that for $200.00 she could treat me to a private “Command performance” lasting an hour in a VIP room, for $350.00 we could have two hours or for $500.00 she could be mine for the rest of the night with what was called the “Executive Sweets Pass”.

I told her I definitely preferred the all night option and she said “I was hoping you would go for that one.”

Time to break out the trusty ole Platinum card,” I thought to myself. “It’s a damned good thing I paid that sucker off last month.

I would help Katie off the stage and she would lead me toward the back of the club and up some wooden stairs to where the VIP rooms were. Wearing nothing but her robe which was now open and carrying her shoes, bra and panties in her other hand.

“Is the Platinum Suite available Brandi,” Katie asked the charming blonde beauty.

“Sure is doll,” Brandi replied smiling. “You’re in luck Hey by the way, I liked your show. It was so fucking hot. I take it this is the lucky fellow.”

“Sure is,” Katie replied “and he’s about to get even luckier.”

So what will it be honey, Brandi asked me and I told her I wanted the “Executive Sweets Pass.”

“That’ll be 500 dollars baby,” Brandi said and with that she ran my card and then led us to our room.

The Platinum Suite was nice 12×16 room with pale lavender nevşehir escort walls, a large black leather overstuffed 3 seater couch in which the back of the couch reclined back slightly in a twenty degree angle and what looked like to be a double bed with a plum colored satin comforter and matching satin sheets along the other wall. There was also a small mini bar and a TV/VCR/Stereo.

Finally, to make the room even that much better, there was a small area with a glassed in stand up shower big enough for 2 people. This was there for when a guy or sometimes even a lady would want to take two women up for a exhibition as the two girls got it on in the shower while the patron watched To make the room perfect, it had been soundproofed so that no one could hear us.

Locking the door and turning on the stereo, Katie put in a special CD to help “set the mood” Turning up the speakers so the music could be heard, Katie would give me the best private showing I had ever seen or experienced in my days at a strip club.

“Before we get started hun, there is a situation we need to rectify,” Katie said with a sly grin. “Someone here has on entirely too many clothes,” she added as she slipped out of her robe so that she was now totally naked again except for her thigh highs and garter.

Taking the hint, I removed my t-shirt and pulled off my pants and underwear and removed my shoes and socks so that I was now totally naked and the only thing I had on was a smile and a pulsating raging hard-on.

“That’s better sweetie, Katie said with a smile, sitting me down on the couch as she began dancing around to the music.

Katie strutted her stuff around the couch wiggling her tight little curvaceous ass and stood in front of me as she massaged her body with her hands and leaned her head down as she raised a nipple to her mouth and seductively sucked her nipple. Once she was finished with the tease, she would do nothing but please.

Spreading my legs so they were shoulder length apart, she sat in my lap facing away from me and leaned her hot little naked body into mine as she laid back in my arms. I put my arms around her and she leaned her head back turned it so that our lips could me and we slowly and passionately kissed as our tongues probed each other’s mouths.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Katie wanted and I put my hands on her body and began running them all over, concentrating on her supple breasts and nicely smooth shaven pussy.

“Oh yes Dave honey,” Katie crooned “You’ve got the hang of it.

As I continued to caress her body, Katie would begin to wriggle her butt against my cock until it was nice and rigid. Standing up slightly she took my cock in her hand and then sat back in my lap guiding my hard tool into her pussy from behind

Katie wasted no time in beginning to ride me and fucked me with long intense fucking motions that started slow and gradually built up speed. I just laid back and put my hands on her hips as she feverishly rode my cock.

It wouldn’t be long until Katie would cum flooding my cock with her sweet creamy nectar. As she was on the verge of cumming her breaths were short and labored and she tried to fight the urge to cum but the feeling was too intense. Finally she climaxed as she gasped for air and I felt her pussy quiver and her hot sticky cum cover my tool.

However, that would not be the last Katie would do. On the contrary, she had just gotten heated up and I before the night was over, I would find out just how much of an insatiable little slut she really was.

The next thing Katie would do would be to turn around so that she was facing me and sit on my lap. As she did, she swallowed my monster throbbing tool with her pussy and she put her arms around me and gave me a long wet deep tongue probing tonsil swabbing French Kiss.

As we kissed, Katie began to fuck me again, slowly at first but built up speed. She also pressed her hot little naked boy into mine so that her supple breasts were pressed into my bare chest

Soon Katie would be riding me fast and furiously like she was a wild woman but I didn’t care. In fact, seeing her get all excited and hot turned me on as well. As she continued to fuck me she pulled my head to her chest and whispered in a breathy panting voice “Suck me baby,” and I would spend the next five to ten minutes nursing her like an infant.

I knew it wasn’t going to be long until I would blow my load and I let Katie know.

“Oh yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s, Dave honey,” she crooned. “Fill me with your hot manhood.”

I could also tell Katie was on the verge of cumming because I felt her pussy quiver and then quake and contract. It wasn’t long until I felt her sweet juices trickle over my cock again and that sent a signal to my brain to tell my cock to swell with cum and fire its load.

Just then I spunked my load deep into my very own sister’s waiting pussy and that made her hotter.

Oh god yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s,” Katie swooned with delight. “You don’t know how long I have been waiting to feel your hot manhood deep inside me.”

Katie continued to ride me milking every bit of cum from my cock and once she had finished fucking me, she dismounted me, got down on her knees and began giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.

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