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Creampie

Annie was John’s favorite daughter. He had three, but ever since Annie was a little girl, he would take her with him when he went places, or she would always be the one under the sink helping him to fix pipes and other things. She used to treasure the things that they did together, like when John took her surveying with him, she would sit on the hood of the car and ask him questions, or sometimes he would let her ride on his lap for the ride home. She was always his little girl, and she loved that.

Eventually, things started to change between them. Annie grew older, and started seeing friends, going places with boys, and things such as that. On her 18th birthday, she never even came home at all. It was killing John inside that his little girl was never home, but despite all of that, they were still very close to each other. when she was home, they laughed and played together, and she always had a snappy comeback to his remarks about anything.

One Christmas, all of the family was coming home for Ambarlı Escort the holidays. Annie’s sister Christa was bringing her boyfriend, Todd, and all of the family was exited, because they expected Todd to propose to Christa.

One night, Annie’s mom was out shopping with Christa and the other sister, so that left John with Todd and Annie at home. They were all watching football when John asked Todd to join him in the den for a little “chat”. Both Todd and Annie knew what he was doing, so Todd left without a sound. Thirty minutes had passed, so Annie was getting curious. She decided to slip upstairs into the den to see what was going on. What she saw blew her mind.

Todd was on the bed, his penis fully erect. John was then forcing his full 8 inches of penis into Todd’s mouth, making him gag. Annie tried not to make a sound, but it was too late. Todd saw her and ran over to the door, forcing it open. He saw her there, and he seized her, forcing her inside. It was there Ambarlı Escort Bayan that she saw for the first time just how large her father’s dick was, and Todd was no needle dick either. At that instant, without words, they all got the same idea. Todd grabbed hold of Annie and put her on her knees. He started rubbing his penis on her cheeks, then inserted it into her mouth. Just the tip first, then the rest of his large penis. She was gagging, which drove him nuts. The closing of her throat on his unit made him come many times on her face and down her throat. But John, not to be upstaged, decided to take the situation into his own hands.

He walked over to Annie and removed her t-shirt. By the way she looked, he could tell that she was horny. He then removed her slender jeans, revealing her red thong that matched her red bra. He unsnapped her bra, then started caressing her beautiful large breasts, suckling on her tits. Todd came up behind her and slipped off her thong, Escort Ambarlı exposing her well-shaven vagina. John went right to work, sucking her vagina while Todd inserted his wet erect penis into her ass. It was painful, but she took it like a pro, partly due to the ecstatic feelings of helplessness she had. Eventually, John Stood up and forced his long, thick shaft into her vagina, parting the lips of her clitoris in order to force all of himself in. It only took a few pumps of the both of them forcing themselves into her for Annie to orgasm. She all of a sudden tightended up, almost too tight for her father to remove his penis.

When he was done, Annie had a little trick she wanted to do. She started jacking her father off, while doing the same to her brother in law, easy because both of them were still wet from penetrating her. She took turns kissing them, also taking their hands in hers. She then traded their hands, actually making them masturbate each other. She got them to kiss, then retreated altogether and sat down in a chair, finding a flashlight on the counter and pleasuring herself with it while the boys went at it with each other. What a way to start Christmas Vacation. Later, when Annie’s mom asked them what they did while she was at the store, Annie just smiled and said “Oh, nothing.”

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Lost and Found

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Who am I? Name is Peter, grew up on a dairy farm in west central Wisconsin, was forced to enlist at 18, carving out a life as an electrician after the service and I parted company. The departure was less than amicable. I’m 6’1″, weigh between 230 and 240 all the time. My body is well toned, I stay very active on my job so have never felt the need to join a fitness place or gym. The most notable thing about my appearance is that I have long hair generally kept in a ponytail, and a beard longer than most. Because I sometimes work around moving equipment and belts, OSHA requires that I keep it no longer than 4″, or have it covered, to prevent a safety hazard. Since I don’t like it covered, I simply keep it at 4″.

I’ve lived in this little Missouri town over three years and never saw this farmers market before. I enquired if it was new, was told it had been around over ten years. The selection was good, most of the produce looked fresh, and there were a limited group of trinket vendors. The bangles and beads and homemade nick knacks. Growing up with fresh produce, I looked forward to the local open markets each summer.

I arrived toward the end of the day the Saturday I discovered it, so many of the vendors were already packed and headed home. I ask one of the remaining guys if anyone had been selling pickling cucumbers. He mentioned a gal named Mary, who had just left, she was always on the end of his row. She had the best cukes and sweetcorn but was only there every other week.

Two Saturdays later I was at the market by 8, things were already well picked over in some booths. I sauntered to where the fella had said this Mary gal was supposed to be. She had a lot of product displayed, she and a young girl were still unloading from the van behind her. As I looked over the produce I couldn’t stop staring at the girl, she looked so much like my younger sister at that age.

The lady stepped forward saying, “the produce is on the table, is there something you’re interested in?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just that she’s a spitting image of my sister at that age.”

The woman’s eyes peered, her brows scrunched as she studied my face, slowly coming around the end of the table. Upon reaching me she smoothed my beard tight against my chin whispering, “Peter?”

I moved the hair out of her eyes and said, “Kitten?”

She instantly reached up to the back of my head and kissed me, a long soft kiss.

“I knew you weren’t dead, I knew they had lied to me, I knew we’d find each other some day.”

Then I asked the $64,000 question, “Is this girl …?”

“Yes Peter, that’s our daughter.”

We were sorely interrupted by some shithead, “hey, get a fuckin room, I’m tryin to get some sweetcorn.” As I looked at him he said, “move it asshole, or I’ll move you.”

Years of pent up anger boiled to the top, with Mary still holding my left arm my right shot straight out grabbing the fat little piece of crap by the throat. As I squeezed I felt Mary’s hand on my face, “no, Peter, let him go, he isn’t worth it.”

As I released him I grabbed his collar jerking him to us, “now dirt bag, apologize to this lovely lady and her daughter for your filthy mouth and unacceptable behavior.”

He mumbled something, I reached for his neck, he quickly spoke up before scurrying away.

“Come behind the table, let me look at you.” While Carol (daughter) tended to customers, Mary and I caught up a little. Finding it hard to believe we’d finally found each other after all these years.

“I was told you sold the best cucumbers for sweet pickles, where would those be?”

“Still in the van.” We moved to the back door of the van, Mary put her arms around my neck and kissed me again. She held on and hugged me tight as she sobbed, burying her head against my chest. We maintained that embrace until Carol needed mom’s help.

“Let me have your cell Peter, I’ll put my number in, call me about 4, by then it will have slowed down. I’ll give you my home address, I want you to come to the house tonight, about 6.”

“Okay, but I still need those cukes, and 6 ears of corn.”

When I got home I cooked up a few ears of corn for lunch, man were they good. I dug out my old number 20 crock and started mixing the brine for my sweet pickles. What a day it had been. I found the sister I was forced to leave almost 8 years ago. I had never seen our daughter before, in fact, I didn’t know if Mary kept our child or not.

Mary and I came into existence very late in our parents lives. Mother was 42 when she had me and had Mary 14 months later. Our dad was a hard headed, hard fisted son of a bitch, who never hesitated to dole out punishment, even if it wasn’t called for. We milked cows and there were always lots of chores to do. As far as he was concerned that was all my sister and I were good for, doing chores.

Mom was a school teacher, how she ever got connected with our miserable father was always a mystery to Mary and I. Mother’s Anadolu Yakası Escort twin sister had married the farmer a mile down the road from us, she cared for us during the day when we little. When we started school, it was where we were dropped off at until mom got home. Mary and I were inseparable. Mother used to say, “if you’re looking for Mary, find Peter, and if you’re looking for Peter, find Mary. If you can’t find either one, look for Shep’s wagging tail, because he’s always with the kids.”

We lived in a typical old two story farm house with little to no heat in the upstairs. Mary and I slept in the same room, each had our own bed, but we seldom slept apart, usually it was Mary who crawled into bed with me. We would cuddle tight together under that thick layer of warm quilts, we never felt more safe than when we were snuggled together. We kept that sleeping arrangement until Mary started puberty, mother insisted Mary have some privacy.

Living on a farm can be lonely for kids, Mary and I became best friends. We did everything together, bringing the cows in from the pasture, getting them in the right stanchion, feeding calves or dry cows, we did it together. When Mary turned ten I taught her how to drive the tractor enough to bale hay while I rode the wagon and stacked. Back at the barn she would unload while I stacked in the mow, it was hot, sweaty, dirty work, but at days end we’d run to the pond and jump in.

I remember when Mary started her first period, she wasn’t feeling good. We sat in the hay mow for hours, me simply holding her around the shoulders. Mary didn’t like crowds, didn’t feel safe. There was more than one high school football game where I would sit with Mary in the bleachers, instead of running with my friends.

The old man was old school, he always had a team of horses to spread manure, pull a stone boat, or skid logs in the winter. I taught Mary how to harness them and drive when she was 13, we both loved that team. A gelding and a mare, totaling out around 3400 pounds. When we sold sweetcorn along the highway in the summer we always pulled a wagon with the horses. The city people would see the horses and stop, we sold out every Saturday. Mary and I used the horses to pull a wagon for the homecoming parade my junior year, suddenly we weren’t just those farm kids who smelled like milk all the time, suddenly we were cool. Our fame was short lived, very short lived.

As we aged the old man didn’t hit us as much, I was already bigger and bulkier than him when I was 15, and I always protected Mary. Something Mary and I hadn’t figured out yet, is that we were falling in love with each other. We were allowed to date on a very limited basis, when we did we were always dissatisfied. What we didn’t realize until much later was that I compared my dates to Mary, and she compared her dates to me, they always came up wanting.

Life was rolling along well, Mary and I were never closer. I had graduated and was working on the farm with the old man part time while I took classes at the local tech school. Then it all went to hell in a big hurry. Mary had been pestering mom for bikini panties, saying she was the only girl in school who still wore what she called “granny panties”. Mother resisted, mostly because the old man called them whore panties. Mother finally relented, after all she was 18, old enough to decide what kind of underwear she wanted. Before she could tell the old man about them he’d seen some folded on top of the laundry waiting to go to our rooms. The old man always took a break before milking about the time we got off the school bus. Both mother and I were home early that day from a dental appointment. As Mary walked in the back door the old man grabbed her, threw her across his lap, lifted her skirt and slapped her ass hard. He was screaming, “I told you not to wear those whore panties” as he ripped them from her body, causing Mary to cry out in pain.

He proceeded to spank her bare ass with a vengeance until I knocked him off the chair, both tumbling to the floor. Mother was in the room by that time and grabbed Mary, pulling her out of the way. The old man was on his feet before me and as I began to get up he punched me in the stomach so hard it caused me to double over. I was waiting for the boot to my face when I heard a loud thud. Mother had hit him across the shoulders with a baseball bat, with enough force to knock him out momentarily. As he got up he was spewing, “So, mommy has to protect that little whore and her faggot brother, this isn’t over.”

Mother got right in his face, “Listen you son of a bitch, if you ever touch these children again, I’ll put a boning knife between your second and third ribs, right into your heart.”

The old man knew she’d do it and backed off. Mom told me to ignore chores that night and stay in the house. The old man never came in after milking, he was at the tavern, his comfort zone.

Mary had come into my room Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan crying, lying next to me.

“Peter I’m not a whore, am I? I just wanted to wear panties like all the other girls and not be laughed at in the showers.”

I assured her she was nothing of the sort, got her calmed down and was ready to send her off to her room. Suddenly she reached my crotch whispering, “Peter, make me your woman, show me I’m not a whore.”

“Mary, we shouldn’t do this.”

“I know, but just once, I love you Peter. Treat me like a wife, not a sister.”

The one time we’d broken the rules was all it took. Mary was pregnant, which mom soon figured out in the second month. We’d made love in January, my 19th had been in Oct with Mary turning 18 in December. After we’d made love, before we knew she was pregnant, we realized our deep seated love for each other. We would find dark corners in the mow or barn to kiss, We promised each other we’d go away somewhere after she graduated, we’d live as husband and wife. As soon as it was revealed Mary was indeed pregnant the daily onslaught of who the father was began. After a week of that at every meal I finally slammed my fist down and said, “It’s me, I’m the father.”

The old man sat at the end of the table, I sat in the chair to his right. In a split second the old man had clubbed me with the back of his hand and was standing up to pound on me. I wasn’t having it this time, being at least a half foot taller than him I wailed into him with all the anger I had pent up through the years. It was all a blur to me until I felt Mary’s hand on my face, she was calling my name, “Peter, leave him on the floor, he isn’t worth it.”

The old man left for the bar, not returning until morning milking. Mother had stayed home, he told her he would be gone for a few days, she’d be responsible for milking and chores, then left. We pitched in with mom and had the milking and chores by 6, mom planned to have supper by 7. We saw the old man pull in the drive about 6:30, he drove to the barn and stayed in the milk house. About 7:15 he walked in and sat in his regular spot.

“Peter, you are going to be given two choices, I personally don’t care what you do, you’ve ruined your sister and you can rot in hell. First, you can pack your shit and leave tonight. I’ve arranged with mother’s sister to let you stay there until you can leave town. You will enlist in the military, and never return here again. Second, if you choose not to do as I’ve just mentioned, I’ll file charges of rape and you’ll go to prison. Your choice asshole. If you stay with your aunt, you will have nothing to do with this family or your sister ever again.”

What choice did I have, I went to my aunt’s. I saw Mary the next day at school before she boarded the bus, we promised we’d find each other. We swore our love for one another and vowed to somehow make a life together. The day after that Mary was gone, I had no idea where, and no one was going to tell me.

Meanwhile, back at the Farmers market.

I chose to go back to the market and see if I could help her tear down. She was most appreciative, she gave me her address, telling me to go home, she’d see me at the house after six. I asked about a wine or something. Said to pick up some beer, she wasn’t a wine person.

I was nervous as a long tail cat by a rocking chair. I got a 12 pack of cold beer on the way and grabbed a bouquet of assorted flowers while in the store. As I pulled up I noticed a nice home, looked to be a three/four bedroom ranch on at least two acres. The veggie van as she called it was under a carport and a newer Sonata sat in the garage. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Mary and Carol, big smile on their faces, I gave the beer to Mary and the flowers to Carol. Carol was so excited, no one had ever given her flowers before.

“Nice move Peter, nice move” said Mary as she watched our daughter. “Come with me Carol, we’ll get a vase and put them in water.”

“Can I keep them in my room after supper mom?” Mary told her that would be just fine.

Mary had made a fresh salad, some bratwurst, and potato salad. Remembering I was not a potato salad guy, she had pan fried some taters, onions and mushrooms for me.

Carol was the first to speak, “So, Mr. Peter, did you know my dad. Mom says he was a great guy.”

“I did know your dad, and I know he thought as much of your mom as she did him.”

Mary was clearing the table, as Carol and I talked, Mary leaned over and gave me another soft kiss.

“You must be pretty special Mr. Peter, mommy never kisses any guys. Have you known her long?”

“All my life honey, all my life.”

Carol asked to be excused to take the flowers to her room and play. Mary and I sat on the couch talking. We hadn’t been sitting more than 15 minutes, Mary grabbed a blanket, snuggled into me, took my hand in hers and put it right on her mound. I stared down Escort Anadolu Yakası at her, our eyes met, she kissed me again.

“Peter, I want you with me, but I need to introduce this to our daughter in a way that doesn’t harm her, or your relationship with her. I need you to give me a few days to introduce you into our lives, because if it were up to me, we’d be down the hallway with you screwing my ass into the mattress.”

I felt my dick twitch and begin to respond. So did she, as she smiled and kissed me again.

“Where did you go after I went to stay with auntie? I asked.

“I was shipped to Iowa, to the Aunt Cora we never knew we had. She had married a very prosperous farmer of Mexican descent, the family dis-owned her. Only mom stayed in contact with her throughout the years. Cora was good to me, protected me from the horny farm hands and the boys in town who thought because I was pregnant I was an easy lay. She got me through high school, and then watched Carol for me as I obtained a degree in accounting. That’s what I do now, I’m a CPA, catering to the farm community, the clients the big firms want nothing to do with. I figure if they want to throw away a hundred and fifty grand a year, I’ll take it. You, what do you do?”

“I’m a master electrician. I work for Amp Electric on the other side of town.”

“I know them, good people. And you, where did you end up once you were shipped off?”

“I enlisted in the Air Force, they taught me a skill, but I was so full of anger, I took it out on any and everybody. I was always fighting someone. My First Sergeant took an interest in me, found out my story, and proceeded to help me get a general discharge before I ended up in jail. He had a brother in Montana looking for an apprentice, I met him, we both got along, and with the help of the top, I got a general discharge and headed to Montana.”

“I tried to find you, but never could. Every agency I contacted said you were dead.” Mary uttered.

“When I got to Montana I changed my last name to Murphy, so the old man could never find me. I wrote mom a few times, and spoke with her one Mother’s Day, until the old man made her hang up. Haven’t talked with her since. I tried finding you, but I was told you didn’t exist.”

She laughed, “I changed my name as well, I took moms maiden name, Hutchins. No wonder we couldn’t find each other.”

“Do you ever hear from mom or Aunt Kathy?

“They’re all dead. Dad died within two years of you being gone, massive coronary milking cows. A month later Uncle Ivan was mauled to death by a bull, which left mom and her sister owning half the valley we grew up in. They sold the cattle, the young stock, and the machinery. They kept a few steers for the freezer. Leased out all the crop land and rented the barn to the Tomkins for their young stock and dry cows.”

“When did mom die?”

“Damndest thing. She and Aunt Kathy had driven to see me and the baby, mom had never seen her, she was already 4 years old. It was late fall, but no snow or ice yet. Somehow a semi crossed the median and hit mom’s car head on, both died on the spot.”

“No shit. What happened with the farms?”

“Since Ivan and Kathy had no children they left everything to you and I. Mom had amended the will after the asshole died and left everything to me upon death. Lawyers tried to find you for two years, the courts called the case closed and awarded everything to me. There is over $400,000 sitting in a bank waiting for you to show up in my life.”

“Then when Aunt Cora died she had no children either, leaving over a million dollars to me, and 800 acres of crop land I lease every year. Your eyes are bulging out of your head, it’s mind boggling, I know. Peter, I have nearly two million dollars in a bank, not including your 400 grand, or my yearly earnings. Our home farm was bought by the Olson’s at the end of the valley, their oldest son is farming it. Kathy and Ivan’s farm got parceled off into what are called farm-ets to city people who want a horse.”

“Are they buried at Button Cemetery?”

“They were all cremated. Mother wasn’t going to memorialize the son of a bitch who sent her kids away, she dumped his ashes in the manure spreader, he’s spread on the fields with the rest of the cowshit. Uncle Ivan was from the UP, so he wanted his ashes spread amongst the Finlanders on the Upper Peninsula. I spread mom and her sister on the hill above the north pasture, where you and I used to hide from the world.”

Mary got up to get two more beers telling me she was going to change and be more comfortable. She returned in a long tee and what I assumed were panties, with no bra. Mary is only 3″ shorter than me at 5’10”, she has a lovely figure, soft hips, slender waist, breasts which stand straight out, probably a small C cup now, didn’t remember her being that big when we were younger. Long neck, covered by the coal black silky hair half way down her back. Legs, well the damn things went on forever.

As she sat down she pulled the blanket over us and put my hand right back on her mound. I could feel panties through the shirt and stroked the hair a little bit. She smiled, putting her hand on mine, as if to say enough for tonight. Carol was buzzing around, it was close to her bedtime, Mary having let her stay up later because of company.

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LOCKtober Ch. 02

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College

LOCKtober

Chapter 2

by Amy Bare

It was the end of the first week of Daddy’s chastity. Although he’d showered daily, as per usual, today was going to be different.

“Hey!” I called as I popped into the bathroom with him. “My name is amy, and I’ll be your shower partner today,” I explained with a slight note of playfulness mixed with airline stewardess.

“Well, amy, I’m Phil, and I’ll be happy to have you along as my shower partner,” he replied with a smile.

Daddy started running the water and I got all of my items together- including a new razor blade.

I undressed and Daddy happily looked me over. His hands went to my breasts and cupped them as he drew me in for a kiss. After our mouths parted, I asked, “Are you ready for a shaving today? You’re looking a little stubbly.” He touched his chin and grinned, but I returned with a smile of my own and pointed downward. “I meant, DOWN THERE.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened, “well, sure!”

“Good. But NO TOUCHIES!” I giggled. He nodded his assent.

I reached up and slipped the Key To Daddy’s Freedom from off my neck and inserted it into the lock on his plastic chastity cage. As I gently pulled the shaft portion free, his penis stretched with the motion, and upon being freed, immediately began to engorge a bit. Next came the spacer bar, followed by the ring that secured his cock and balls. I gently worked each testicle through in turn, until the ring was only over his shaft, at which point it easily slid right off.

“You’re getting hard…” I teased with some tsk-tsks for emphasis, shaking my head like a disapproving schoolteacher.

“Sorry, hon, can’t help it. You just look so great, and it feels amazing to be free.”

“Well, Daddy, you know it won’t last. Now, in the shower with you!” I pointed my finger and gave my most commanding look. Daddy quickly turned and led the way into the shower, with me in tow.

The water was more hot than warm, but that was perfect for my purposes. Daddy and I took turns getting under the water. I slicked back my hair and allowed him to massage in the shampoo, followed by the conditioner after a thorough rinse. From time to time, I would feel his erection bounce against my skin, but I’d quickly move away and remind him to “keep his distance” from me. With my hair taken care of, I turned my attentions to him. I lathered his body, being careful to avoid contact with his genital area. He was now at 3/4 hard and his cock was a reddened color I hadn’t seen in quite a long time. His balls were also obviously heavy and a little bit on the purple side.

With his body wash finished and rinsed, it was time to shave him. I turned up the heat and made sure he had given his pubic area lots of opportunity to rinse down, to soften the hairs around his penis and testicles. I gave my hand a good sized portion of shave gel and then began smearing it all around his junk.

An audible moan came from my Father.

I glanced up at him and he was looking down at me… or my breasts, I wasn’t sure, but what did that matter?

I carefully began to shave the area above his manhood, dragging the razor in slow, careful strokes. My area of attention was from the base of his penis to about two inches below his belly button. Shaving with my right hand, I would smooth over the area with my left hand, feeling for any stubble I may have missed. When I was satisfied with the job I had done, I commanded him to rest his back against the shower’s wall, and spread his feet as wide as he could without falling in the slippery shower. He didn’t disappoint, immediately following my instructions as I filled my palm with more shave gel.

I handed him the razor to hold and with two delicate fingers, lifted his penis on the sides to give me access to those purple plums hanging below. I figured that touching the sides of his cock would provide less stimulation than the top or bottom, where his urethral tube is, and certainly less than holding his big red mushroom head, which had now almost fully extracted itself from his foreskin. Still, he was moaning more. I quickly set about my task of working the gel and making it into foam on his balls and the area behind them.

On my knees, I was able to see much better, so I squatted down and stretched his scrotum as best as I could. To be honest, I feel I was still having way too much contact with his penis, but, that couldn’t be helped. I was doing my best to be clinical and keep that denial going as best as I could. For his part, Daddy wasn’t touching himself, or even offering to help, innocently or otherwise.

His balls were heavier than I had ever felt them before. It was obvious he hadn’t orgasmed in a week. “This must be killing him,” I thought to myself with a smile. I love my Father, but I was still relishing my role as Keyholder, too.

A few delicate scrapes of the razor back behind his balls, near his anus completed the smooth look for him.

Satisfied with my work, Altunizade Escort I told him to turn around and part his butt cheeks for me. “Might as well take care of any unwanted hair back here, too!” I said.

Once again, the man of my dreams did as he was told and I quickly shaved away all the hairs that guarded his pucker. The result was a smooth and youthful looking anus.

The final step was to shave his penis itself, right at the base. I worked quickly, touching his shaft as delicately as possible. He looked down with such longing… I could tell, this was driving him crazy.

Finished, I told him to rinse, then wait at the back of the shower, hands behind his back, while I finished washing the conditioner out of my brunette tresses. His dick was still pointing straight out.

We got out of the shower and I allowed him to dry me off. His hands definitely took a nice, long tour of my body, and it felt fantastic. Then I returned the favor, being careful to leave his penis wet and untouched.

“We need to lock him back up,” I said with a semi-sad smile. “You’ve been free long enough and that metal cage is wanting a chance to get to know you. Head downstairs and get a few ice packs, because I don’t think THAT,” I motioned at his erection, “is going to go down on its own.”

I felt I could trust him to come back up in a moment and not spend time downstairs whacking his dick. Maybe I should have followed, but LOCKtober is built on a lot of trust between the two parties, so I extended this trust to him.

Plus, it gave me the chance to go and grab his metal chastity cage. Quite severe looking, it resembled something the elves would have owned in ‘Lord of the Rings’; the metal work was solid but pretty, with rhombus-shaped openings up all sides of the shaft, and a thick metal ring for the testicles.

We reconvened in the bathroom. Dad had placed two ice packs in the sink and was not exactly smiling. He knew what was coming. His erection had begun to subside a bit, but still, who could pass up this opportunity?

Taking two unused wash cloths, I grabbed each ice pack. “Stand up against the vanity and put your hands on each side.”

He did as ordered and I moved in front of him.

A gasp was his response as I unceremoniously clamped both ice packs onto his cock, one on the top side and another underneath, with a little pressure against his testicles for good measure.

As I held them, I looked up sweetly into his eyes. “I’m so proud of you this week, Daddy. You’ve paid lots of extra attention to me. The foot massages every night before bed have had me feeling so wonderful the following morning, and that entire body massage on Thursday was absolute heaven… including the ‘Happy Ending’,” I giggled.

I’d found that he was coping with the predicament of using the bathroom well too, and putting down the lid like a gentleman after finishing, and using the spray that I liked to kill any lingering male odors.

It’d been a couple of minutes, so I lifted the ice packs off of him and set them aside. Celeste had given me instructions on the ice packs, “The quickest way to shrink him,” she said. And they gave the bonus of helping him not feel any pleasure as I re-caged him. But to make sure, there was a test.

“Close your eyes,” I said. He did and with a flick of my finger, I flicked his dick, right on that wonderful mushroom head. He didn’t flinch; nicely numbed!

The bottle of lubricant was upside down over his now flaccid penis and slowly giving it a light coat of clear liquid. Making a show of it, I smeared the lube all around his helplessly numb member, but only used two fingers to highlight my commitment to his denial of pleasure.

He was breathing deep at the treatment. Almost breathlessly, he whispered, “God, I want to get so hard for you, pumpkin.”

I smiled and playfully tossed my head from side to side as I kept about my work, choosing not to respond in words, only in actions. A little more lube around his testicles and he was ready for the main event.

“Are you ready for a week in this?” I showed him the heavy steel cage.

Daddy nodded and I started slipping the ring up his shaft. Carefully, I slipped one slick testicle through. The second one took a bit of effort- they were SO BIG- and he grunted a little as it popped through.

“Wow! This ring is a LOT heavier,” he remarked.

It did look great on him. The ring was rather thick, and the effect was that it shoved his balls out nicely and started him on the road to engorgement.

There was no spacer with this one, so I started working the cage up his shaft. It couldn’t be helped, but his foreskin was being slid back as the cage was affixed. His poor mushroom head was exposed inside the cage!

Thanks to the numbness and shrinkage, it only took a little effort to push the cage all the way down and to the locking ring. I secured it with the same lock we’d used with the plastic cage and my task was complete.

“You Altunizade Escort Bayan look so great, caged up like that!!! How do you feel?”

“Part of me wants to rip that key off of you, unlock this thing, and fuck you like crazy. But, the other part of me is really enjoying the teasing and tantalization that being in chastity makes me feel.” He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me close to him, my boobs crushing into his chest and his metal cage tapping at my lower abdomen. “It’s definitely bringing me closer to you in ways I hadn’t considered.” He looked down and kissed me on my forehead.

“Oh, speaking of which… I almost forgot!” I smiled and squeezed my way out of his arms. I turned around and grabbed the urethral plug for his metal cage. “We still need to put this baby in!” Another giggle from me.

Although his eyes went wide, to his credit, he didn’t protest. Celeste had coached me on the use of a urethral plug. The key was to make sure it was super clean and to use a good quality lubricant. I had boiled it the night before and put it in a sterile paper bag after it air dried, so I felt confident in that. Obviously it was cool to the touch, but I still only let the lubricant touch it, then I got down on my knees in front of Daddy.

I carefully lifted his cock cage and made sure that the hole in the metal was lined up with his “pee hole”. Satisfied that it was, I placed the entry end of the urethral plug into the metal hole and carefully began to slip it in.

Daddy was instantly “Ooooohing”….

The plug was solid- some are hollow to allow peeing- but Celeste had suggested we try this style first. The strength of the steel tube would give Daddy very pleasurable sensations as long as he wore it, all while teasing him to want to get aroused. A slight crook halfway up helped conform to the shape of his penis in the metal cage.

The three inches of metal finally seated itself up his urethra. I slowly screwed the end of it onto his cage and then put a thin wire lock through it. This would prove that Daddy had not removed the plug without my personal permission, but assured that if he absolutely needed to in an emergency, he could.

“All done,” I smiled to myself as I released his cage and let his manhood bounce once off of his full testicles. “How does it feel?”

“Heavy… and I’m already straining in it a little. And oh my god, can I feel that plug up inside me… that’s going to take some getting used to.”

An idea sprang to mind. Why not go with it?

I commanded my Father to stand aside, then dug into the cabinetry under the sink. I came back out holding a bottle of baby powder that I occasionally used for myself.

Shaking it in my hand, I motioned for Daddy to turn around and bend over the sink a little bit. It was so cute when his metal cage clinked against the vanity! I nudged one of his feet with mine, encouraging him to spread his stance. In the mirror, he watched as I bent down and put some baby powder on my palm and ran it up and down his freshly shaven butt crack and onto his balls. “This should help with any chafing today.”

He cooed.

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

I came out of the closet that evening wearing a floor-length silk black robe, tied at the waist but exposing a lot of cleavage at the top. Without a bra, my breasts were heavily sagging in their natural state, showing a wonderful valley between them and resting at the top was the Key.

“Whatcha reading?” I asked Daddy, as he lay on the bed, flicking through his iPad.

He paused and looked at me, his eyes widening. “Oh… mercy…”

I smiled and came over, crawling up onto our bed.

“Just reading something on Literotica,” he replied.

“Enjoying it?” I queried, inspecting his cage. Sure enough, he was leaking precum all over his testicles.

“Mmm-hmm!” came his response.

“Well, Daddy, I think you’ve done so well this week that I think you need a little fun. Would you be up for that?” I emphasized the word ‘up’ as an obvious play on words for my chastity caged man.

His iPad was on his nightstand in the blink of an eye.

“Go get my Hitachi wand and a condom,” I requested.

Daddy hopped off the bed like a spry boy and hurried to our Special Cabinet where we kept all of our various sex toys and goodies. He came back and plugged in the Hitachi wand, then got back onto the bed, handing me the condom.

I had my phone out and was bringing up the photo app. “First, a selfie or two.”

I turned the phone around and could see both my Father and me on the screen and popped a few shots. “Spread your legs a little wider, Daddy.” He did as instructed and I popped off a few more shots.

Satisfied with the photos, I quickly went into my messaging app.

“Did they turn out good, babygirl?”

“Sure did, Daddy. John is going to love them.”

“Oh… John. Yes, I expect he will!”

John Pennington was a man Daddy and I had met while on vacation Escort Altunizade at the Oasis. It was late in our vacation before he got the courage up to say hello, but once he did, we became fast friends, and it was shortly thereafter that he confessed he had been following us throughout the week and had taken over 1,000 candid photos of me. I had been surprised and slightly taken aback until he showed them to me. I was impressed by his photography skills and to see myself nude or barely clothed in so many public situations gave me an outside perspective on my time at the Oasis.

But then, you already knew John and all of this from the Vacation story I told you about, right, dear readers?

I texted John: “Daddy is done with his first week of chastity and is now in his new metal cage. Gonna have some fun. Wish you were here! xoxoxo, amy”

Attach the photos… and… SEND!

I seated myself between Daddy’s knees and started rubbing his inner thighs. “Yeah, you’ve been such a good boy,” emphasizing the ‘good boy’ like a vamp, “and you definitely need a little fun…”

Daddy was smiling and nodding, “Anything for my Princess!”

My phone pinged. It was John: “Oh, dear sweet amy! How I wish I was there. Your Daddy is so lucky and looks amazing in that Heavy Metal. Have fun! I’m thinking of you now with my cock out. Your

Fan, John”

I read Daddy the text. “He’s so sweet.” I handed Daddy the camera, “Here, take a few of me.” I ran my hands through my hair and then gave some sensuous looks, revealing more cleavage and eventually flashing an exposed nipple while licking my lips. Taking my phone back, I texted John all those photos. Might as well give him something current to enjoy.

Returning my attention to Dad, who was leaking just as much precum as before, I used my fingers to carefully break open the wire lock that was threaded through the locking-hole on the urethral tube portion of the chastity cage. With delicate care, I slowly removed the tube from Daddy’s penis. He moaned the entire time. Once it was out, it was set aside on my nightstand on a glass plate I’d previously prepared, to help keep it clean. I’d boil it again later tonight and reinsert it once it’d cooled and Daddy had taken a pee break.

Returning to our playtime, I opened up the condom and slid it carefully down over his metal cage. “This will make sure that if you do get to cum, we’ll collect every drop. Wast not, want not!” I laughed cheerfully.

Picking up the Hitachi wand, I made quite the show of turning it on and placing it against one of my breasts. The vibration felt fabulous through the silk of my robe and my nipple got visibly erect.

Sliding the wand off of me, I gently placed it atop the metal cage that held my Father’s own ‘magic wand’. Instantly, he was moaning, as the vibrations rattled the entirety of his straining cock and even sent waves through the ring around his testicles, teasing them too.

The Hitachi wand was click-clacking furiously on the metal of the cage. It was rather loud, so I moved it around to his abdomen… teasing the area just above his penis, then sliding it around and down onto his balls. And that’s when Daddy got really vocal!

“Oh god, angel… oh baby…. fuck… that feels so good… Ohhhhhhh god, have I needed this amy…” His legs were sliding on the sheets just a little, but not enough to make my wand break contact with his sensitive family jewels. I positioned the head of the wand a bit under the balls, lifting them (and, by proxy, his entire caged sex) and pressing against his ‘taint’ area. More moans were his response. I could see his cute little pucker, all nicely shaven from earlier today, and decided to have a bit more fun.

Moving the wand back up to the cage, I slipped a finger down and started probing my Father’s anus. Around and around my fingertip swirled, teasing and gently stretching the cavity out. Finally, it dipped inside.

His eyes went wide when he felt the violation, but he didn’t complain. He was too focused on the energy passing through the wand, rattling the cage and giving his dick some ‘good vibrations’, as the Beach Boys might put it. I felt for his prostate and started pressing my fingertip against it, rubbing it slowly and rhythmically.

I could see his chest was heaving from excitement and deep breathing. He’d lick his lips and moan and talk dirty, finally reaching the point of saying, “Amy, I’m close… I’m going to cum!”

I dropped the wand for just a moment and used my free hand to slip my black robe off my shoulders, fully revealing my breasts to my Dad. My nipples were so hard and he moaned approval before his eyes rolled back into his head. With one finger up his ass and my other hand grabbing the wand, I pushed the vibrating head onto his balls for one final moment of ecstasy, before he howled and bucked his hips. I pushed the wand a little more firmly onto his balls and ceased the pressure of my fingertip, allowing all of his cum to spin up through his tubes and out into the condom. I watched as the reservoir tip filled with cream and the entire condom turned a milky white as he filled the spacing between the cage and latex.

I pulled the wand away and carefully withdrew my finger, watching Daddy pant, a huge smile on his face. “Thank you, babydoll. Goddamn, have I needed that!”

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Encouragement

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Fingering

Their morning routine had been just as usual, Gerald was getting ready for work upstairs, Emma clearing the breakfast pots, and Jack picking up his bag for college. Gerald appeared on the stairs just as Emma came out to see Jack off.

“Bye Jack…have a good day,” shouted his father.

“Bye love” Emma put her arm to his waist and offered her lips.

“Bye Mama” he smiled, perhaps a little nervously, kissing her.

There was nothing new in a kiss of course, but this one shook her to the very core. It was not the usual quick peck of affection, there was more to it…There was something which made it sexual.

She broke off, not knowing why she thought it so, but flushed with embarrassment she could see a guilty, questioning look in his eyes.

She couldn’t tell from the look Gerald gave her whether he had noticed anything or not. She suspected he had noticed her reaction if nothing else. Why had he kissed her like that? She wondered, all she could think was that it was something to do with the way she had acted the evening before. They had been celebrating Jack’s exam success, and she had had too much sparkling wine. It always went to her head…but had she done more than congratulate him?

However much she tried to put it from her mind, the insistent thoughts returned again and again throughout the day. Her train of thought went through the stages of denial that there had been anything untoward about this morning’s kiss, the guilty feeling that she had aroused this unnatural feeling in him, and ended with a kind of panic at what it might lead to.

She tried to analyse her feelings more closely, but it was hopeless. She could not get past the feeling of guilt at the excitement he had aroused. She couldn’t blame him especially if she had given him some encouragement the evening before.

As the day went on she relaxed, and allowed herself to give in to her true feelings, pushing her guilty thoughts away, she let herself admit to the fact that she wanted him to kiss her like that again.

Gerald hadn’t been so aroused at work for a very long time. He still could not believe his perfect fantasy might actually become a reality. However much he tried to suppress his excitement, he kept coming back to the fact that what he had seen was real.

The atmosphere was tense that evening, Emma not knowing how to react to her grown up son. She found herself assessing him like she would any other man in the street, his physique, his shape. She couldn’t miss his attentiveness to her too…she couldn’t help but make excuses for herself. Gerald’s attentions had been getting less and less frequent, the fact that he was so much older than her…What was she going to do?

Gerald could see that Emma was a bit tense, and poured them a large drink. He didn’t want her conscience to start upsetting his fantasy…

By the time they went up to bed, the drink had had its effect on her. she was Alemdağ Escort relaxing and looking forward to her son’s goodnight kiss with more than her usual affection. She sensed that Gerald was the one who was nervous now, and concluded that he had seen everything that morning.

Jack had been affected by the drink too. His composure had returned, and he allowed his desires free reign again…He was going to kiss her like that again.

The normal routine was followed, Gerald and Emma changed and got into bed, and then Jack came to them, sitting on Emma’s side.

“Goodnight Jack” his father smiled nervously.

“Night Dad” Gerald pulled the cover back for Jack to sit next to his mother. This seemed to be a signal of encouragement to them as Jack leaned toward her, pressing his lips to hers. What was it that now caused her such a thrill of excitement?

“Night mama” he smiled self-consciously, waiting for her reaction, and her father’s reaction. Had he gone too far?

Gerald only smiled encouragement at him, and Emma leaned forward to kiss him again.

“Goodnight darling” she felt very daring as she kissed him as forcefully as he had kissed her, a thrill of excitement rushing through her whole body.

She broke the awkward silence that followed as Jack went to his room.

“I’m sure he’s getting more affectionate in his old age…still I’m sure it’s quite natural”

“Of course it’s quite natural…especially when he has such a gorgeous mother”

“Gerald!” she scolded, aware of his erection pressing her thigh…

“It may be natural, but we shouldn’t encourage him too much should we?”

“Nonsense my dear…what harm can it do?”

Their discussion was left at that…Emma’s mind in a whirl of excitement at the unexpected turn of events.

Jack was a little hesitant the next morning as he was about to leave. No doubt he was wondering about his father’s reaction to their kissing last night. Emma was off work that day, and hadn’t got dressed. Somehow she knew that she would be daring and show Jack how she wanted things to be…Especially after Gerald’s words.

“Bye Jack…have a good day” shouted his father.

Jack kissed her, a little nervously. Emma put her arms around his waist and kissed him, open-mouthed, she let her tongue loll against his. The same thrills rushed through her, straight to her loins. She held him long enough for him to know what was going on, feeling a distinct hardness pressing against her belly. He responded to her kiss, his tongue probing into her mouth. It was delicious, she felt so wicked.

“Bye Mama” he mumbled, a wistful smile on his face as he closed the door. Emma stood there shaking with a guilty excitement she had never known before. It was like she had just stolen something.

Gerald was very aroused by the time he came downstairs, smiling to Emma.

“I see you’re both getting Alemdağ Escort Bayan affectionate” he teased.

“Oh Gerald…I…”

“Hush darling…it’s alright…My God…you mustn’t feel guilty about loving your own son”

She hugged her understanding husband, not too surprised to find that he too pressed his hardness against her.

“You’re loving this aren’t you?” she teased.

“Well don’t tell me you’re not” he returned.

They were excited all day, waiting for the bedtime routine to arrive. Jack struggled with his work, and kept daydreaming of her, hoping that the encouragement which she had given until then would continue further. Emma spent the day trying to immerse herself in housework, yet unable to keep him from her mind. She knew that things would go father, much further than she had first intended.

The evening seemed to drag endlessly. They drank wine until Gerald announced that they would have an early night. Emma’s heart was pounding hard as she changed for bed.

“You should have some new nighties” smiled Gerald as they changed. She could guess what type of nighty he had in mind.

“I suppose I have had these for a while”. she admitted.

“I’ve missed you today Jack” she sighed as he came in to wish them goodnight. She could see that he was already a little aroused, and felt a familiar tingling between her legs at the sight of his shorts. He really was very attractively built.

“Oh Mama” he soothed, giving her a little hug as he sat down. Gerald had helpfully lifted the covers so he could sit on the mattress. This seemed to be the new routine now, and Jack noticed that the folding of the quilt hid much of his potential embarrassment from his father. He thrilled at the feeling of his mother’s breasts pressing to him, causing his penis to rise alarmingly.

“I missed you too” he reassured her.

“That training certainly seems to be working” Gerald added helpfully, giving Emma an excuse to stroke her hand over his strong chest.

“That football really helps my legs…feel that” added Jack with some enthusiasm.

Emma dropped her hand to his thigh…dangerously high up.

“My…those are so strong now!” she smiled, watching his shorts being pushed further and further up. She felt very wet now, and wanted him to kiss her. She watched him looking at her breasts, her nipples were aching, if only he would kiss her there.

“Maybe you should take me training with you sometime…I could certainly do with the exercise…feel how my legs are compared to yours”

She felt this had gone too far…as Jack looked into her eyes and then slipped his hand onto her thigh. The smoothness of her skin, the delightful form, the exquisite daring of their actions. All conspired to engorge his penis into the most prodigious erection. Her eyes were glued there, watching his shorts twitch and billow around his towering Escort Alemdağ pole.

“No mama, your legs are beautiful” he murmured.

“Oh Jack…it’s so nice of you to flatter me love.” She leaned forward and kissed him again, passionately, the wine certainly seemed to have had its effect, sweeping away her inhibitions.

“Yes …You ought to show yourself off a bit more…didn’t she Jack” Gerald smiled.

“Yes Mama, you shouldn’t hide yourself away so much”

Gerald was as excited as she had ever seen him as Jack went to his room. He knelt up and yanked down his shorts, insistently making her masturbate him.

“Do it darling…make me come…imagine it is Jack’s…Ahh…”

He could not hold out for long, spraying the front of her nighty with a huge jet of sperm.

Her mind was in turmoil again as Gerald slept, his satisfaction had been achieved so easily, and hers seemed so remote, so impossible. Yet she couldn’t help but imagine that which Gerald had put in her mind.

She found the shorts in his bed the next morning. It was most unlike him to forget the laundry basket. He must have left them deliberately for her to find. She examined them, sticky and soaking, she smelled the unmistakable musky odour of his semen.

“My God, he wanted me to find it” she thought. She couldn’t stop herself, raising her skirt and slipping her sticky fingers inside her vulva.

“Ohh yes Jack…your sperm is in mama” She collapsed onto his bed, shuddering in a powerful climax. When she recovered herself, she found the wet patch by his pillow…

Gerald came home early that day, his arms full of shopping bags.

“Oh darling you shouldn’t have” Emma gasped as she saw all the beautiful clothes he had bought for her.

She opened all the packages, full of excitement, but knowing why he had bought them all.

“Oh I know your little game…but Gerald darling…”

“Nonsense…I just think it such a shame for you not to have nice things to wear”

“They are lovely dear, but we mustn’t go any further…it’s wrong”

He looked hurt.

“Don’t be silly darling…I’m sure it happens all the time…what harm is there in loving your son?”

“Oh Gerald…can’t you see…It’s going to end in more than just a bit of playful kissing”

“Only if you want it to”

“That’s just it…I do want it to…you know I do…and you do too”

“And Jack wants it to…he wants it like mad…so where is the harm?”

“Gerald…”

Then a little later…

“These are lovely darling” she smiled, apparently almost won over.

“Here, put this one on…I want you to look perfect for him”

“Gerald!” she sighed, trying hard to be strong… but her chiding sounded far from convincing.

Having won the argument, he said he wanted their intimacy to expand from morning and evening partings. He wanted them to kiss in front of him, and touch each other. It would start that evening when Jack came home…She should give him wine and tease him.

She agreed. How could she do any other. She wanted the same.

She left her soaking panties on the side in the bathroom. She wore the naughty little dress for him. She was going to let him do anything he wanted.

To be continued…

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Erica’s Man: At Kasey’s Wedding

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Threesome

At last the day came for Kasey’s wedding. We hadn’t been sure if we’d be able to go, Erica and I, with Erica being a day past her due date for our baby. We’d both been convinced baby would arrive early, but it was still hanging on in there. We’d hoped, to be fair, that baby would wait long enough to allow us to go to the wedding. Erica had always been close to Kasey and since her fiancée had finally proposed after nearly 10 years, Erica had been so excited to go to her wedding. I was looking forward to it as well of course. I’d only seen Kasey a couple of times since mine and Erica’s wedding night, when Kasey had been part of the surprise Erica had given me in our bedroom that night. Thank goodness her fiancée hadn’t been able to get time off work that day and they lived too far away to make it for the evening!

There would be no repeat of that tonight of course. Kasey would of course be spending the night with her new husband, and with Erica ready to burst and tiring very easily, we’d be leaving early.

The day was lovely. Erica and I sat of the back of the church, just in case, while the rest of her family sat further forward. Of course, this meant that we were among the first to see Kasey as she came up the aisle. She looked truly stunning, her hair not dissimilar to Erica’s at our wedding, but in a flowing, plain gown. She must have had tall heels on, as she was usually exceptionally short, but today seemed only a bit shorter than Erica’s average height. She was still dwarfed by her husband of course, who is particularly tall at well over 6 foot. I couldn’t help daydreaming about my own wedding night, with Erica, her younger sister Alice and the new bride Kasey while the ceremony was going on.

Alice was looking fantastic today as well, wearing a patterned green dress which accentuated her breasts and was also showing a healthy amount of leg, with her ginger hair done long and straight today.

The Reception was also gorgeous, with all sorts of canapes and live music in a stunning venue. Luckily the weather held as well, which had been a worry as the day prior had seen torrential rain.

We sat with Erica’s family for the meal, her parents, her brother Alan and her sister Alice and her new boyfriend, Brad. I can’t say I was a massive fan of Brad, and from what Alice had been saying to Erica we felt it probably wouldn’t last much longer, but we all chatted pleasantly to each other. Erica and I weren’t drinking, as I would be driving home and of course Erica was pregnant, but the rest of the table were. Erica’s family were making the most of the free wine during the meal, and Alice especially, sat beside me, was quickly getting very tipsy as the waitress never allowed her glass to empty.

Erica’s mum and Alice both steadily got louder as the drinks went down through the meal, and Alice had to be laughingly shushed a couple of times during the meal. She took this a quite well at first from myself and Erica who made a joke of it, until Brad made the mistake of getting annoyed and telling her to, “Shut up.” I just about managed to persuade her not to yell at him during the speeches, but anger was clearly bubbling just below the surface. Immediately after the speeches, Erica asked Alice to accompany her to the toilets to calm her down. Brad wasn’t exactly flavour of the month with the family, and soon went to prop up the bar as we all moved to a table in the room set out for the evening.

I watched Brad for a few minutes while I chatted idly with Alan about football. He knocked back two drinks in under three minutes. Clearly this was going to be a bad evening for him. I couldn’t imagine the family being too impressed with him getting absolutely legless very early on, and from the look Alice shot him as she and Erica returned to the table after about ten minutes (and a third drink for Brad), he wasn’t going to last much longer as Alice’s boyfriend.

Erica sat next to me, with Alice on the other side of her, clearly smouldering. My wife leaned in to whisper to me. “I think you should look after Alibeyköy Escort my sister tonight,” she suggested. “You know, dance with her, help her have a good night despite that idiot.”

I nodded and smiled at my wife. She had already said she wouldn’t be dancing tonight as her stomach was uncomfortable, so I’d been expecting to sit at the table for a couple of hours and then set off home early.

I stood and rounded my wife, and offered Alice my hand. “Want to dance?” I asked.

She looked at me, surprised, but then smiled happily. “Yeah, I’d love a dance.”

We joined the other guests on the dance floor and danced for a while. All innocent of course. No grinding or anything… she is my wife’s sister of course and the rest of their family was all around us! I’m not a good dancer but I don’t mind. A bit of enthusiasm goes a long way! Alice had a lot more rhythm so at least I had someone to copy. The main thing was that it brought a smile back to Alice’s face and I could tell she’d started to enjoy herself again.

Before too long the bride and groom arrived to cut the cake and enjoy their first dance. Alice thanked me for the dance and went to stand by Erica for the cake cutting. I could see the pair whispering to one another. Erica smiled and waved to me as Alice talked close into her ear. She was nodding at something or other.

As the happy couple got into their first dance I saw Erica was now whispering into Alice’s ear. Idly I wondered what they were talking about as I returned my attention to watching the lovely Kasey’s petite body moving with her husband’s and recalling my own wedding night again.

Towards the end of the song, the pair motioned other people to join them, and so I sought out my wife. Erica joined me for the dance as it was a slow one. Alice was nowhere to be seen, although as we slowly turned I noticed Brad was now dancing alone, looking none too steady on his feet.

“It would mean a lot to Alice if she could… get back at Brad tonight,” Erica leaned in to whisper as we danced, “She’s gone to the toilets now, while everyone’s in here.” She pulled away a little, and looked into my eyes. “Make sure she goes home happy tonight. I’d love to hear about it in the car on the way home.”

I simply nodded and smiled as we continued to dance. Erica had sent her sister to me before during the pregnancy, as she knew our months of no sex ourselves (we had miscarried previously, straight after sex, and we were both paranoid about it happening again) was difficult for both of us. I walked Erica back to the table after the dance finished and then excused myself to the toilet.

Sure enough, Alice was stood close to the facilities, idly tapping at her phone. She stood straighter as I passed, shooting me a small smile which I returned before I went to check the gents’ was empty. I poked my head back round the door and grinned to Alice when I found it was, and she immediately crossed the deserted hallway to join me.

She kissed me immediately on entering the room, and hurriedly pushed me into the seated toilet cubicle. The benefit of this wedding being held in a converted old mansion meant that the cubicle was entirely private, with real walls all around and a full door ensuring it was impossible for anyone to see in. It also meant we had plenty of room, of course. She kissed me hard and I pressed her up against the wall, our bodies pressing close to one another as I ducked my head to kiss her neck. Her fingers entwined my hair as she arched her neck to allow me the full area to plant my kisses. As she pulled off my jacket with her free hand, my hands roamed her body, running my fingers up the outside of her thigh over the soft material of her dress and the other reaching behind her to caress her arse as I pulled her body towards me. Alice’s eyes were closed and her mouth hung slightly open as my right hand trailed all the way up her side before moving the strap of her dress off one shoulder, allowing me to pull the front of her dress Alibeyköy Escort Bayan down to reveal a rock hard nipple on her pert breast. I immediately lowered myself to take the teat in my mouth, combining sucking and licking with my left hand now moving to the front of her thigh and reaching down to slip under her dress, my thumb moving closer and closer to her mound.

Alice let out a small moan as I finally reached the top of her thigh and my thumb touched her already wet panties. I had no plans to use my hands right now though. My instructions were clear – make sure Alice goes home satisfied. Releasing her nipple with a final kiss, I dropped to my knees and used my right hand to move the other side of Alice’s dress out of the way. Lacy, partially see-through green panties greeted me and I could feel my erection throbbing. The darkened patch at the front told me Alice was as turned on as I was, and I leaned forward to kiss her damp mound. Another low moan escaped Alice’s mouth.

Using both hands, I hooked the edge of her panties and slowly peeled them down her legs, revealing a glistening, already swollen clitoris between her smooth lips. I leaned in and kissed her clit as I pulled her panties from beneath her feet and threw them onto my discarded jacket. She moaned again, and I set to work, burying my mouth into the task of making her orgasm. Soon she lifted her left leg to rest over my shoulder, opening her pussy to me as I licked and sucked at her clitoris, ran my tongue along and into her soaked pussy and soon began sliding first one finger, then two into her glistening cunt. Alice managed to keep quiet, although she found it impossible to be silent as I manipulated her clit and thrust my fingers into her.

It wasn’t long before I felt Alice tense. Her fingers gripped my hair and her thigh pressed down on my shoulder, pushing my face hard against her. I tasted the juices of her orgasm as they were released, my eyes peering upwards to her silent scream of pleasure, her mouth wide open and her eyes shut. Shudders continued to run up her body as I slowly ran my tongue over her soaking clitoris, drawing out the orgasm.

As she relaxed following her climax, Alice pulled me to my feet and then pushed me down to sit on the toilet seat. She unbuttoned my trousers and unzipped them, opening them up to reveal my boxers, with my erect cock straining for release within. I raised my bottom as she pulled down my trousers and boxers as one, and felt the cool air welcome my eight inches to the party. Alice wasted no time with foreplay, stepping over me and guiding my length as she lowered herself onto the head of my cock. Soaking wet as she was, she took all eight inches in one, my entire length enveloped by the warmth and wetness of her welcoming pussy.

Alice kissed me hard again and began to grind forwards and backwards, not releasing any of my penis from inside her but rubbing her clit against my pubic region as I again began to trail kisses around her neck. I reached around and held her arse in place as she moved her cunt forwards and back with me inside her.

Outside the stall, we heard the door and a voice enter the gents’ toilet. Alice slowed her movements, but continued to grind on my cock, her moist insides tantalising every millimetre of me. We both kept silent, and as the voice came closer, we heard Brad speaking loudly with a slur, clearly talking into his phone. “Don’t know where you are but you can piss off. I’ve got a taxi and I’m going home now so you can come crying back to me in the morning Alice. You need to start fucking listening to me and doing what I say ’cause there’s no one else would put up with your shit.”

Alice face darkened with every word and her grinding took on a new urgency. She kissed me hard and then leaned away, pulling her other shoulder strap away and the whole front of her dress down to release her other breast, before pulling me hard towards her to suck at her nipple. Erica always came quicker when I sucked her nipple Escort Alibeyköy and it would appear Alice shared the enjoyment.

Brad was still busily shouting down his phone as Alice came. She bit down on her own hand to keep from shouting out, her eyes rolling back as her back arched and her cunt clamped around my cock. A squeak escaped from her mouth despite her efforts as she came with force.

She leaned against me, panting quietly after, as the voice disappeared out of the door. As she regained her composure, she whispered into my ear. “Your turn.”

I was disappointed at first as she stood, and my cock, soaked with her cum, slid out of her warm pussy. She quickly pulled me to my feet and dropped to her knees though, sensuously licking her own juices from every inch of me. I was close to coming by this point, and as she finally enveloped the head of my penis with her mouth, I knew I wouldn’t last long. Sure enough, just a minute or so later, I felt myself on the brink. I whispered to Alice that I was about to cum, and she took her mouth from me and closed it, simply kissing the tip as she stroked along the length. She closed her eyes and smiled as the first white spurt splattered across her mouth and cheeks, and aimed my cock up a little so the second shot crossed her left eye.

Aiming my cock at her chest, she sped up her hand, bringing forth a third spurt of cum all over her chest. Alice continued to pump my cock with her hand, draining every drop as she rubbed the tip over her nipples.

As I relaxed, not a drop of cum left, Alice opened her eyes again and grinned at me. “Take a picture,” she said. I looked at her quizzically. “I want to send Brad something to be really pissed off about for his taxi ride home. My phone’s in my bag in the dance rooms you’ll have to take one and send it to me first.”

I obliged, taking my phone out of my trouser pocket on the floor, and Alice gave a big, slutty grin with her tongue licking at one of the large globs of cum on her lips as I took a photo which showed her on her knees, covered in cum. I sent it to her phone and then quickly re-dressed myself. Alice covered herself up and wiped her face with toilet roll. I went hand Alice her panties, but she stuffed them into my inside jacket pocket. “You’re the only person seeing them tonight!” she laughed quietly.

I left the toilet first, and luckily there was nobody in the gents’, or directly outside, so Alice was able to quickly step across and enter the women’s room to finish cleaning herself up while I quickly headed back to the dance room. I met Erica’s cousin Danny right by the door so I walked in making a joke with him before I went straight to the table, where Erica grinned at me and her mum asked where I’d been and if I’d seen Alice. “Just been chatting to Danny,” I replied. “Haven’t seen Alice for a while, no. Is she with Brad?”

“Brad left a while ago,” Erica replied. “Said he was getting a taxi.”

“Ah ok… Does anyone need a drink?” I changed the subject quickly and Erica and her mum both placed their orders.

I headed to the bar to get a drink for myself, Erica and Alice. Alice returned shortly after and made out being very angry as her mum told her Brad had left, before making a very clear gesture that she was dismissing him entirely. I saw a particularly self-satisfied look on her face as she used her phone shortly afterwards though!

Erica and I left maybe an hour later. I was partway through telling her about how I’d helped her sister enjoy the night, Erica with the lacy green panties now draped across her lap, when she received a text from Alice, telling her she’d listened to the voicemail Brad had left her and she could actually hear the squeak she’d made cumming on my cock in the background.

Erica and I finally had sex again as well that night, after eight and a half months wait. Hearing about me and Alice had made her very horny, and at this stage of the pregnancy, sex was more likely to help bring on labour than cause any harm. Obviously, it wasn’t as hard and fast as it had been with her sister earlier that night, but I could tell Erica was very ready to reclaim her husband’s cock after such a long time, and for me, there’s no better feeling than being intimate with my wife… although I am eternally grateful that she is happy for me to visit other intimacies as well!

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David rested his head against his headboard, while on the other side of the wall, his mother screamed out yet another orgasm. His cock was firmly held in his hands, as his mother screaming to be fucked harder and harder. In his mind it was him, David, she was screaming for. He could feel himself getting close, but wanted to delay that pleasure, until she was done.

He gripped the base of himself, and waited for the sensation to ebb.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah, right there, baby, right there. Keep that up and you’re gonna make me cum agaaaaaaiiiiinnnnn!”

That did it, and his semen shot out, making a high arc, before landing in the towel he had laid out. He quickly started rubbing up and down his shaft, trying to prolong the pleasure as he pictured himself shooting off into his sexy mother. Her short blonde hair matted to her head with sweat, as her large tits swayed above him. He moaned louder, and hoped that they didn’t hear him next door, as his own orgasm intensified.

By the time he was done cleaning up, he could hear his dad leaving. He was taking off on another one of his trips, leaving his mother, Marion, and him alone for a couple weeks. He was in the business of restoring businesses after a fire or some other natural disaster, and his company sent him to both evaluate the estimated costs, as well as supervise the restorations. Quite often it seemed like he was gone more than he was home.

“Oh, hunny, I didn’t realize you were home,” his mom told him as he dumped his towel in the laundry. She didn’t miss what he’d dropped off, and gave a small grimace. “Heard, us huh?”

David wasn’t in the least bit embarrassed. They were like best friends, and talked about almost anything. “Sorry, mom–” Not that he really was! “–It was kinda hard NOT to.”

She grimaced again for a moment, and then shrugged it off. “Your dad will be gone for about a week this time, so it’s just us till then.”

“Yeah?” David knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking the next question. “When is Peter coming over?”

This time her grimace turned into a fully fledged scowl. “My BOSS is coming over tomorrow, so that we can discuss some insurance claims that look fraudulent.”

We both knew that was a lie, and we both knew that we both knew, but mom did try to keep up some appearances.

His mom was a horny woman, and who could blame her? At forty-five she still looked like she was in her thirties, and she worked out regularly to keep her slim frame. The only thing that wasn’t slim about her was her huge knockers, which David realized he was currently staring at.

“If you’re done ogling me, dinner will be in a couple hours, and I could use your help.” That was another great thing about his mom. She hated to order food, and they almost always had home-cooked meals.

David soon found himself peeling potatoes, while his mom worked on the rest of the food. He kept catching himself glancing at her as she worked; admiring how her hips swayed as she kneaded the hamburger, or the way her pants hugged her ass as she bent over the counter. Marion caught him looking a few times, but she just shook her head at her son’s foolishness, and continued working.

After dinner, David had some reports to fill out online for his job, and so retired to his room for the night. He was an accountant for various firms, and made good money doing it. He chose to live at home to save on the cost of rent, and be close to his mother. It wasn’t that David always thought about sex when it came to Marion. He truly loved her, and enjoyed helping her out whenever his dad was away on business. He just couldn’t help himself when he heard her having sex, or when she dressed in a sexy fashion, as she was often wont to do.

He had just finished his last report, when he heard the shower start in the hallway. David had often wondered why the master bedroom didn’t have its own bathroom, but he didn’t complain, because the hallway bathroom had one more oddity, that worked to his favor; it didn’t have a fan.

This usually meant that his mother would crack the door so that the cool air would creep in and keep the mirror from fogging up. It also meant he could get a good peek at her naked.

Unfortunately, just as he reached the crack in the door, she was slipping behind the shower curtain, cutting off his view. David was patient, however, and waited for her to finish.

He whiled away the minutes imagining her rubbing her loofah across her ample bosom, along her slender thighs, and between her succulent butt cheeks. He was already hard as a rock by the time she turned off the water.

The shower curtain was thrown back, and David failed to cover a gasp at the glorious sight before him. Water droplets covered her body, dripping off her breasts, and running down her legs. Her short hair was plastered to her head, and she wasn’t wearing an ounce of makeup. He knew that some men preferred their women all dolled up, but there were times, like now for instance, that David liked the natural beauty of a woman to Akıncılar Escort shine through. Her chest sagged only slightly, despite her age and having had him, and one miscarriage. After the miscarriage, his father had been fixed, not wanting to suffer that pain again. Her nipples were large and hard as the water cooled them, and sat perfectly on her mounds. Her pussy had a slight blonde fuzzy growth, which David knew she usually kept trimmed, if not shaved. From this distance, he could just make out her labia poking through her outer lips.

She grabbed a towel, and David slipped his hand down his pants, grasping himself again. His mother was a sexual goddess as far as he was concerned, and he was not in control of his lusts. In truth, it was by the barest thread of decency that stopped him from entering the bathroom and having his way with her, right then and there.

Marion bent over to dry her calves and feet, allowing David to see her brown hole and a better shot at her crotch.

As soon as she was dry, she wrapped the towel around her waist, and walked up to the fog-free mirror, breasts swaying with her movement.

This was the most dangerous time for David, as the mirror was directly in front of the crack in the door. All it would take is for a flick of her eyes to catch him staring at her, and he would be busted. There wasn’t an excuse he could come up with to explain why his face would be looking through the cracked door at his nude mother. He had to get his breathing under control, so that he wasn’t given away from the sound.

He couldn’t pull away though, as Marion placed her hands above her breasts, and lifted them by pulling her skin up, then let go, and watched them bounce. She did this a few times, grimacing, David figured, at the way they sagged. He was simply mesmerized. He watched as she leaned toward the mirror, her melons dangling from her chest, and began to tug at her face. She really didn’t look her age, but like most women, she saw flaws in herself that others were incapable of seeing, including her only child.

She pulled back, and David realized he had overstayed his luck, and had to get out of the hallway. He pulled his hand from his pants as he stood up, and started walking as normal as he could with his hard on, down the hallway. A second later, the door opened all the way, and he turned to see his mother stick her head out.

“Turn around, son. I’m coming out,” she told him when she spied him.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just wrap a towel around your whole body,” David replied as he turned around. The truth was that he didn’t want her to wrap it around her whole body, but he had to play the his part.

He didn’t hear anything in response, and turned to see that she was already in her room, the door tightly shut. David retreated to his own domain, locking the door behind him. He grabbed one of his tube socks out of his drawer. In what felt like record time, he was dumping his load into the sock, and collapsing back on his bed. That night, not for the first time, David wondered if there was some way to get his mother to sleep with him.

* * *

The following day at work, all David could think about was getting home, and hopefully catching his mother and her boss, Peter, fucking again. He had been shocked the first time he had found them together, and had confronted his mother about it as soon as Peter had left.

“I have needs too, son, and it just so happens that when your dad is away, Peter takes care of those needs,” she’d told him.

“What about dad? How do you think he would feel to know his wife was stepping out on him?” David had shot back angrily. His anger only increased when she started laughing.

“Do you think he stays celibate on his trips? Your dad is a good looking man, and he knows how to please a woman. We have an understanding: when he is home, we stay faithful to each other, but when one of us is gone, we are free to do as we like.” David had been speechless to learn this. “We both have strong sex drives, and quite frankly, it is unreasonable to expect either of us to go without a good screwing for longer than a day or two.”

Since that day, it was still a rare occurrence when he caught them. He didn’t know if it was his mother or Peter that was shy about it, but they were usually working by the time he arrived home.

David typed the last of his numbers into the spreadsheet, and double checked his math. Everything was accurate. Looking at the clock, it was about four PM. If he hurried, he might just catch them.

He broke a few speed limits on the way home, but he knew where all the speed traps were, and avoided speeding through those.

He saw Peter’s car in the driveway as he pulled in, and his heart started beating. He just might be in time!

He entered through the front door, stepping quietly, hoping to hear some moaning.

It was deadly quiet. He tip toed back to his room, and pressed his ear against the shared wall, and could hear something, but wasn’t sure what. Akıncılar Escort Bayan He lithely moved back out of his room, and almost gasped as he noticed his mother’s door was cracked. She was usually more circumspect when it came to her and Peter screwing.

David dropped down to his hands and knees, and crawled to the slight opening.

The lights were off, but the thin curtains let in enough light for David to see, as soon as his eyes adjusted. Peter was on top of her, plunging in and out, as she grunted with each thrust. Her head was pointed in David’s direction, so there was no way she could see him, but for a second, he thought he had been busted by Peter.

Peter didn’t slow down, however, so David figured he was safe. He realized that the sound he had heard from his room, was his mother’s grunting, and wondered why she was being so quiet. Usually she was rather loud in her lovemaking.

Peter leaned forward, and hooked his arms under Marion’s shoulders, and pulled her back on him. “Oh, fuck!” Marion screamed as he did this, and then covered her mouth with her hand. David now had an excellent view of his mother’s ass, as she moved her hips on top of her boss.

“Let it out, baby,” David heard Peter say. “Your son won’t be home for awhile. You don’t need to be so quiet, and I love to hear moan.” Peter picked up his pace beneath her, and Marion had to place her hand against his chest to steady her at the new onslaught. She stuck her knuckle in her mouth, and David figured it was to hold back her cries. “Come on!” Peter moaned.

“I don’t want him catching us anymore,” she said, pulling her knuckle from between her teeth. “He already gives me weird looks, as it is.”

“Oh, come on! You like the way he looks at you. I’ve seen him looking at you breasts,” as he spoke, Peter began to lightly stroke Marion’s chest, “he seems to like your ass, too.”

“Stop it. He’s my son!” If David didn’t know any better, he would have thought she had moaned out that last part.

“You can’t fool me, Marion. I felt your pussy tighten as I mentioned him, and I felt you get wetter when you did.”

“No, no!” Marion whined.

“I wonder what you would do if he came in here right now and wanted to fuck you. Would you let him?”

“He is… Oh Gawd! He’s my son!” She moaned, picking up her own pace.

David didn’t know what Peter was playing at, but he was harder than he had ever been in his life. He silently unzipped his fly, and pulled out his meat. He started to stroke himself as watched his mother and Peter fucking.

“Say his name, Marion. Say your son’s name.”

“No, I can’t. Not while we’re… Ung… Yes, harder. Fuck me harder!” Peter stopped moving though, and Marion cried out in frustration. “Why’d you stop?”

“Not until you say his name,” Peter said in a tone that David knew meant business.

David watched, as Peter reached between them, and assumed he was going to play with her clit, but his mom didn’t react.

“I don’t know why you want me to. It is wrong! That’s too close to incest. I won’t–Ahhhh!” Peter must have finally touched her clit, but then he stopped again, and just looked at her, waiting.

Marion placed both her hands next to Peter’s head on the bed, and brought her face close to his. David could only imagine the serious look she was giving him. He had to strain his ears to hear what she said.

“Fine, if you want to hear me say it that badly… David.” The sound of his name as she sat atop Peter was like lightning running through his soul. He had to stop masturbating, because he was too close to blowing his load right there against the door.

As soon as she said her son’s name, Peter began to move inside her, slowly. “Say it again,” he commanded.

“Ahh, David…” this time his name came out in a definite moan, as Peter picked up his pace.

“Again,” the demand was repeated.

Marion’s hips were moving as fast as she could now, as she said it again, and again. Each time she called her son’s name, she grew louder and Peter picked up his pace.

“David, David, Awe, Fuck me, David! Fuck me harder! I’m gonna cum! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, David you’re gonna make your mom cum all over yooooouuuuuuu!” Marion began to shake and shudder and he heard Peter grunt as he started his own orgasm.

David had to run to his room, and barely made it before he shot his own load all over his carpet. He had almost lost it at her doorway, but had had just enough presence of mind to know that he couldn’t make a mess there, and left.

David quickly cleaned up his spunk, and then snuck out his window. He ran to the front door, and then took a few seconds to catch his breath. The image of his mom getting banged while she called his name and came kept running through his head.

It took longer than normal, but he was finally able to get himself under control, and he opened the door loudly, allowing it to bang against the wall. “I’m home,” he yelled, hoping that he had given them enough time to get dressed. Escort Akıncılar He fervently hoped they wouldn’t suspect that he had been watching.

“Back here, son,” Marion called, and David wondered if she sounded out of breath. He went back to her room, where only minutes before, she had been screaming his name, but now looked up as Peter unscrewed a light bulb. “The light went out, and Peter was nice enough to change it for me. I can’t reach it myself,” she explained unnecessarily. David was certain it was a lie, but played along, as both were fully clothed, and there wasn’t anything other than his memory to say anything to the contrary.

Peter finally got the bulb free, and David thought he might have winked as he walked by to get another one.

“So, how was work?” Marion asked. Did she seem more nervous than usual? David wondered, but shrugged it off as his own paranoia. He started to tell her about work when Peter returned with a new bulb, and screwed it into place.

“Well, that ought to allow things to be seen better in here from now on, right David?” Why was he asking him, David wondered, but just shrugged noncommittally? “Well, Marion, I’d better get those files back to the office. We will have a busy day tomorrow, trying to prove some of those cases are fraudulent.”

Marion walked him to the door, and this time there was no mistaking the wink Peter gave him as he left. David then knew that Peter had caught him spying, and had probably said everything just for him. But the question that kept going through his mind was: why?

Dinner that night started out quiet as usual, until Marion spoke up. “When do you think you’ll find a good girl?”

This was a conversation David hated having, and she asked it all too often. Hoping to end it quickly, he told her the truth. “Just as soon as I find a woman that can possibly compare to you, mom.” That usually ended the conversation, but tonight it seemed to fail.

“And in what ways are you comparing them to me?”

David didn’t know how to answer, and started blushing instead. He couldn’t believe that at twenty-eight he could still blush like this. Well, the truth had gotten him into this mess; he would use it to get him out. “I am looking for someone who is smart, and funny, and is willing to take good care of me.”

“Is that all, David?” Did she seem disappointed? The sound of his name on her lips brought back memories of earlier that evening.

“Um… Okay. I am partial to blondes.”

“Blondes, huh? What about breasts?” To his shock, Marion cupped her large breasts through her shirt as she asked this question.

David mumbled out the truth before he could think better of it. “Yours are the perfect size.”

She just smiled, as she asked, “What about rear ends? I hear some men are really into those.”

“Yes, your butt is the nicest I’ve seen.” They had often talked about many things, including sex, but had never been this open or personal before, and David was beginning to like it.

“But we shouldn’t talk about me. I want to talk about you finding a woman for yourself.” The smile was still on her face, as she looked at him.

“What do I need a woman for, when I’ve got you?” He was surprised at the bluntness of his own statement, but relaxed as Marion giggled.

“There are some things I can’t take care of as your mother, son.”

He was about to protest this statement, but thought better of it. Despite what he had witnessed earlier that day, he didn’t dare cross that line yet. Instead he replied, “I can take care of those things myself.”

She looked at him for a few uncomfortable seconds, and then finally asked, “Do you… Um… Do you take care of those, er, things often?”

“Almost every day,” the answer was out before he could think better of it. Marion’s eyes grew large at the answer, but she dropped her gaze to her nearly empty plate.

“Eat your food, before it gets cold,” she finally said. David had forgotten that they were eating dinner. He recognized that she wanted the conversation to end, and even though he now wanted to keep it going, he had no idea how to.

That night when she showered, David was let down to find the bathroom door closed and locked.

* * *

The next couple days, David failed to catch Peter and his mother in the act, and was even surprised when they weren’t home when he got off work. He figured that they probably did it during lunch, and then drove back to their office, and an idea formed in his head.

It was Friday, and David got up as usual, drank the coffee his mom had set out for him, and then left as though he were going to work. He parked his car a couple blocks away, called to let his boss know that he was feeling sick and would be working from home, then walked back to his house.

He hid in some bushes till he saw his mom drive away, before going in, and locking the door behind him. He would make sure he was home when they came here to screw.

He opened his computer, and worked while he waited for them. Sure enough, a little after noon, he heard a car door close outside.

He flipped off his computer screen, and made sure his door was open. Jumping into his own closet, he waited to hear them pass by his room. He had left his door open so that his mother would see his room was empty, as well as being quiet when he left to spy on them.

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This has been one crazy two weeks! Talk about uppers and downers, Jeeesus! For months, Em and I seemed to be on our own a hell of a lot, but now that we’ve… you know, started experimenting… it seems like someone else is always around and getting in the way. A week ago Mom and Dad’s shifts swapped over so, whereas Mom was on afternoons Dad was now on day shift. Yeah, it was kind of frustrating, but it was only going to be for a week until the both of them were on night shift. So, The ex-Geek and Cute Sister suppressed the torments of their seething hormones so to speak… more or less. Not that we had anything definite arranged for when we were going to be by ourselves, it just seemed like we had an unspoken agreement. Then at dinnertime on Thursday, Dad dropped the bombshell: “Aunt Rose will be coming to stay, starting on Sunday. So, you guys won’t have to cook for yourselves and all that stuff, all next week. Won’t that be great?”

I think I somehow managed to look pleased, but I could have leaped over the dinner table and throttled him! Em just looked at her plate and didn’t say a word. It isn’t that I dislike Aunt Rose; she is a very nice lady…too nice in fact. She is Mom’s oldest sister, Mom is the youngest of three, and Rose is about ten years older than Mom is. She got into the Flower Power movement real early and entered into the spirit of it one thousand percent – she was an icon to Mom when she was a young girl. She never got married – the only guy she ever really cared about got so spaced out on LSD he jumped off the top level of a ten story parking building in the belief that he could fly. Anyway, in the early 1990’s Aunt Rose ‘found Jesus’ and, according to an unguarded comment made by my parents, changed from being a really cool, laid back, pot-smoking poetess into a prim, tight-assed Bible Thumper. And this was the person who was going to screw up the half-formulated plans I had for getting Em to carry on from where we had had to break off last time! Bummer!

The thought did cross The ex-Geek’s mind that Mom and Dad suspected that he and Cute Sister were up to something, but after due analysis he dismissed the idea. Let’s face it, the Esteemed Parents may be ultra-cool liberals, but they are not that laid back!

At least Em didn’t withdraw into her shell again like she did last time. Up until Aunt Rose was left “in charge”, Em used the computer while I was in the room AND dressed the way that I liked to see her. Now that was really cool – especially when she made it very clear that she knew I was watching her and stroking my hard-on AND it was okay if with her if I took it through to a gut-wrenching, sperm-spurting conclusion.

Have you ever wondered why so many liquid hand soaps look like sperm? Press the lever on the dispenser and “Splat!” you have a palm full of cum. I wonder if the makers have thought that right through? After all, they could be giving innocent young virgins and old maiden ladies severe heart palpitations, or worse. Or maybe it’s a marketing ploy to give this group of consumers a guilt-free thrill and so increase sales! It doesn’t taste like cum though… trust me. Joey, in a flash of very un-jock-like insight suggested once that it really is cum with some additives in to make it foam. He reckoned that companies like Proctor & Gamble have 250,000-ton tankers bringing the stuff in from poor countries like India, Bangladesh and China. Millions of guys are jerking off ten or fifteen times a day and sending the output to central collection points in a US Government initiative to provide aid and reduce population growth. Let’s face it, if your cum is worth big dollars you are not going to waste it by squirting it into some female’s snatch! Yeah, right… Shut up, Geek!

One evening while Em was reading from the screen a fair amount I got the impression from her body language that she was helping herself out, which made my own jacking off even hotter than it was at other times. Sure enough, she suddenly let out a soft little panting grunt and sat very still and stiff for a couple of minutes. Then she killed whatever was on the screen and left the room quickly without looking in my direction. But Em’s eyes had that particular shiny look about them that I have come to associate with the fact that she had… cum I mean! Oh yeah, there was further evidence too… a big damp spot on the material covering the seat. And it smelled of pussy too!

With my sister out of the room I dived into Windows Temporary Internet Files and found the last document she had been reading. Wow, this was interesting: Aksaray Escort ‘Hillary Finds her G.’ It was a story about a female college student stripping off and masturbating, and finding her G-spot, whilst her roommates watched. Hmmmm! Very interesting! I could relate to Em’s interest in masturbating while someone else was looking on – like we had started out by doing that together and both of us found it a huge turn-on. But, Em getting The Hots so badly from the idea of doing it in front of a bunch of girls that she had to bring herself off there and then? Was there something more to my Cute Sister than I had realised up ’til now? Or was it the knowledge that I was jacking off in the background that turned her on so much that she wanted to ‘join in’?

By the way folks, bad news – subsequent geek research turned up a whole lot of discussion about the G-spot, with most sexology professionals convinced that it does not exist. Aaah, but think of the fun you could have trying to prove them wrong!

And what about when she needed help on the computer! Em wouldn’t let me touch her, not properly, “In case somebody walks in.” But now, when I knelt beside her to figure out what she had done wrong, she didn’t bother keeping her knees pressed together. I leave it to you to imagine the view I got. If I thought I’d had trouble concentrating before… whew! For my part, I didn’t bother to hide the effect she was having on Zorba the Geek either.

Em did let me kiss my way up the front of her thigh one time; she stroked the back of my neck while I was doing it. I expected her to spin the chair so that she was facing me and spread her legs when I got to the crucial area. But she stopped me from going any further the moment I reached the edge of her panties. And another time, when I got to my feet, Em bent her head and kissed the damp spot on my boxers where Z. had leaked. At the time I thought she was just playing with me, but later I reached the conclusion she was simply testing herself – and maybe me.

So, now you know why I was ready to kill Dad when he told us that Aunt Rose was coming to stay!

As soon as she had us all to herself, Aunt Rose started laying down the law:

“You shouldn’t spend so much time alone with Peter in his bedroom, Emily. Especially half undressed like that! He may be your brother, but he’s still nearly a grown man!”

“Peter! I don’t want to see you wandering around the house in just your underwear. Go and put some proper clothes on!”

“I don’t know why you two want to spend so much time on that computer! You should go out for long walks and get more exercise!”

“I hope you aren’t using the Internet – there’s lots of nasty people out there trying to make contact with kids like you!”

Kids! I’m old enough to vote and Em isn’t very far behind!

In no time at all, Em and I were so prim and proper it was nauseating. Then we had prayers before and after our meals. No watching movies or programs on TV that had the slightest hint of nudity, sex, violence or bad language in them, which cut out just about everything. Even “Pride And Prejudice” on the public service channel caused much tutting and muttering from Auntsville about low-cut bodices and uplift bras. And, of course, no dates with Greg for Em! Not that that relationship appeared to be going anywhere anyway.

By the middle of the week, The ex-Geek was just about climbing up the walls! On the Friday, Em broke.

In fact it was at about 2 o’clock on Saturday morning that she sneaked into my bedroom, startling me awake in the process. “Shhhhhh!” she hissed fiercely, before I could say a word, and lifted up the duvet at the bottom of my bed and crawled in underneath. She had my boxers off and my rapidly hardening Man in her hand in a flash. And then… Oh My Lord! It felt like she swallowed the whole of my dick, all in one go!

If nobody has ever given you head before, it is impossible to imagine the range and magnitude of the pleasure you can experience. So Em going down on me almost blew me off the planet! And she knew what she was doing! Right from the moment the wet warmth of her mouth surrounded my pulsing cock-head. Through her kissing and licking the entirety of my hammering shaft. Through her gently suckling each of my nuts in turn. And right up to the moment that her flickering tongue brought me soaring to the edge of a massive climax, I experienced an unbelievable series of wondrously sensuous feelings that left me bouncing and quivering on my mattress.

Em Aksaray Escort Bayan raised me to an excruciating peak three times and then backed off until she felt I was ready to sustain another assault. The tension was heightened by our knowledge that Aunt Rose was asleep in the next room, with her bed head directly on the other side of the wall separating us. We could not make any sound above a whisper! On the fourth occasion, I just had to have release. My whole body jerked and shook uncontrollably. Em took me inside her mouth again and I felt the surge starting in my groin that signalled my imminent explosion. I ducked under the duvet with her and hissed, “Em! I’m going to cum!” She roiled her tongue against the sensitive underside of my glans in response and I erupted into her mouth in a series of massive jolting spasms. Em swallowed every spurting drop of sperm.

My awesome sister gently nursed on my shrivelling tool until it was completely soft and then, still cradling me in her soft palm, rested her cheek on my belly until my heaving breaths and racing heart subsided to more normal levels. I felt totally drained, but now it was Em’s turn.

Em had it all planned out. She straddled my face on her knees, supporting herself by holding on to the wooden frame of the bed head. Thank Christ I had put padding in behind it a year or two ago to stop it from banging against the wall and waking me up whenever I moved! And she was dressed for action – or rather undressed – with no panties on.

I went straight for her centre in the same way as she had done with me. This was no time for delicate foreplay. God, she was wet! And her smell and taste were incredible! Whilst I tongued her, Em undulated her groin in a slow, erotic rhythm against my face, pressing against me so deliberately it seemed as though she wished to envelop my entire facial features with her pussy lips. There were even times when my nose was buried so deep in among her fragrant, slippery folds I found it difficult to breathe! And all the while Em performed her seductive dance, I caressed her warm thighs and buttocks and belly and marvelled at the subtle, rolling flex and release of her muscles beneath her soft, silken skin.

When Em came, she could not suppress the hoarse, coughing moan that seemed to emanate from deep in her belly. The next thing we know there is a “Bang! Bang! Bang!” from the other side of the wall. My mind raced. Aunt Rose is awake! Shit! She’d better not decide to come to my room to see what’s going on!

Still in the midst of her orgasm, Em scrambled under the duvet and clung to me whilst the convulsions within her body ran their course. Luckily, the duvet provided enough sound damping to muffle her soft whimpering cries, or Aunt Rose would have been into my room in a flash!

I joined Em under the covers. Wow! The scent of female sex was intoxicating! We wrapped ourselves around each other in the dark, humid smells and just cuddled for a while. I whispered to her that what she did to me was the most awesome thing I had ever experienced in my life up ’til now.

Em kissed me. She was kind of tentative about it I thought; especially since she was sucking my dick only fifteen minutes before. Then I realised that kissing your brother seriously was scary new territory for her…and, in some odd way, extra intimate too…I guess that’s why whores never kiss their clients. Let’s face it, a dick is just a dick…a remote piece of meat that could be anybody’s. And with the expertise Em went about it, she had blown a few before tonight!

Maybe, in her mind, it wasn’t even me she was blowing…was it Greg perhaps? Then, a minute or so later, she shot that theory down by thanking me for thanking her – it seems I must be the first guy who has ever showed her any appreciation. I guess that that’s a very non-Cool Guy thing to do! My sister then did a very strange thing: she licked my lips and chin – just as though she wanted to know what pussy tastes like on another person.

After a few more minutes of quiet cuddling, Em started trailing her fingernails lightly, teasingly around and over my belly. By the time she finally relented and touched Z., he was as hard as a rock again. “Oooh good!” she breathed happily, and slid down my body to take him in her mouth again. It seemed impossible, but this time was even more intense than the first! And when she finally allowed my to shoot my load down her throat it felt like my balls were going to burst with the effort.

On her return to my level, Em Escort Aksaray kissed me again, sticking her tongue into my mouth and depositing a wad of my sperm onto my tongue. “Seeing as you’re my brother, it’s only right you should know what it tastes like,” she murmured. It wasn’t too bad; a bit salty, a bit yeasty but nothing about it to make my gut heave. And – more geek research – a good food source as well. Em stroked my chest with the flat of her palm, “I suppose you want to know how I got to be so good at doing that?” she asked.

It seemed obvious to me, but I whispered back, “Only if you really want to tell me.”

“Oh! Well most guys ask, it seems to turn them on…”

“Only if you really want to tell me.”

Em was silent for a few moments, then let out one of her ‘I’ve come to a big decision’ sighs, “Don’t be angry with me, Pete… “Do you remember your birthday a couple of years ago?”

“The one where nobody came?”

How did I get that so wrong?

“Yes, that’s the one… Well, it was a kind or party, but not a big one…”

“‘Cos I don’t have many friends…”

“Ummmm. Well, do you remember that Joey and I ‘went missing’ for a while? And you went apeshit afterwards asking us where we’d been?”

“You said you’d been walking in the garden and talking.”

“Well, we hadn’t. I’d been crazy for Joey for ages but he never seemed to take any notice of me – I was only his buddy’s kid sister, I guess. Anyway, at your party I sneaked one of the beers Dad left for you guys and it made me kind of woozy. Not drunk, but not in control; if you know what I mean?”

“I think so.”

“So, anyway, I caught up with Joey out in the hallway when he was coming out of the bathroom and I sort of threw myself at him… told him I loved him and all that stuff. Next thing I knew we were in my bedroom and kissing, and he’d got his hands up under my top and my breasts out of my bra, rubbing them and pinching my nipples.”

“The bastard!”

“Before long, he had my jeans undone and his hand in my pants and was pushing his fingers between my legs. I was as scared as hell and I asked him to stop, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to. He told me he loved me too, which made it all right, and I let him push his finger up inside me. It felt so nice I wanted to touch him, so I put my hand on his front and felt his erection through his pants. Joey kind of laughed and muttered something under his breath about me ‘begging for it’ and put his hands on my shoulders and made me get down to my knees. And then got his dick out of his pants and told me to suck it. I told him “No!” at first, but he said that if I really loved him I’d be happy to do it. So I did. And he made me swallow when he came. I hated it, but I still ‘loved’ him and I wanted him to really love me.”

I knew that Joey was a bit of an arrogant prick at times, but to treat Em like that! His best buddy’s sister! It kind of showed how much regard he had for me too! My instant reaction was that Joey was going to get a knuckle sandwich next time I saw him, but then The ex-Geek took over: “Come on man! Joey’s six inches taller than you and he outweighs you by 40 pounds! He plays central defender on our college soccer team, which makes him quite a hard man. You’ll get pulped!”

Em cut off further thoughts by carrying on whispering, “So, Joey was my first and I did it lot’s more times with him. I tried all kinds of ways to make it better, to please him so that he would stay in love with me, because I still loved him. Then he dropped me… we really weren’t an item in his mind; I was just a handy bit of fun. So I started going out with other guys, but I found that they all wanted the same thing and I got even more practice. All of them just ‘used’ me and gave me nothing in return… Oh, a couple of them sort of patted me on the head and said how good at it I was! But that’s all. But, you’re different, Pete, and I wanted you to know.”

I asked her: “If they were such shitheads, why did you go out with them?” But I forgot to whisper and Aunt Rose started banging on the wall again.

“Oh damn! I’d better go!” Em hissed. “We don’t want her to catch us… tomorrow night?”

Z. stirred in anticipation, “Okay!” I whispered back, and gave her a hug. And then Em left.

But ‘tomorrow night’ was not to happen. As soon as Aunt Rose saw me in the morning, she had a ‘go’ at me: “You kept me awake half the night with your tossing and turning, Peter! And then you started snoring and I had to bang on the wall to stop you. It was the last straw when you started talking in your sleep! Do that again tonight, my boy, and I’ll come in and throw some water over you!”

So, Em and I are going to have to wait for a week or so. Aunt Rose goes home on Monday, but Mom and Dad’s shifts won’t be right until a few days after that.

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Eva’s Family Ch. 00

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On a “Valkyrie departure” a pilot speeds down the runway and barley lifts off of the ground, cleans the plane up by retracting gear and flaps and accelerates as fast as possible without climbing. Then she pulls the stick back hard and climbs at the greatest angle of attack feasible (it becomes an arc as airspeed bleeds off) trading speed for altitude. In life Eva, our heart and soul, waited a little before pulling back. But look how high she climbed.

All sexual activity described is between adults aged for at least eighteen years in tropical Caribbean waters.

Eva’s Family – 00 – by Polly+Anna (1850 words) Our Journey Begins (2/15/20) masturbation

During the hot summer following graduation from high school my friends and I hung out around our grandparent’s place on the beach. Since girls mature faster than boys, most of the boys that I knew back then were still pretty immature, with two notable exceptions; I will tell you that story later. In our play together I was able to kiss both of them. Not deep romantic kisses like I wanted, but affectionate and caring little kisses. It was sweet and what was offered at the time.

Like so many others, I went to dances growing up. One of the funny things that I remember was that the boys were generally more nervous than the girls and they mostly sat around together. Sometimes we girls would get bored and dance with other girls. Our chaperones thought that was cute and they never paid attention to what was happened between the girls. Not that anything that happened was wrong.

We played games like Twister and Spin the Bottle. Truth or Dare was another favorite, you can forge some pretty deep bonds with those games. We also played games we made up like Pirate, and Wild West. Looking back on it, I spent a lot of my happy childhood playtime blindfolded, tied up and or locked in a closet. Back then our games were not sexual, but they did teach us how to trust and communicate.

When my curly brown pubic hair started to appear, mom gave me a copy of the book ‘Our Bodies, Our Selves,’ and made an appointment for us with her gynecologist. When I took my eldest daughter on an identical journey twenty-five years later, the doctor asked her if she wanted me to stay for the exam. I could not imagine doing it without mom being there and at times holding my hand.

Thankfully the doctor did not give me a pelvic exam that first time. It was basically just a more focused physical up on the regular exam table. My fingers were already familiar with the area that was being examined. I guess the doctor could tell because he asked me if I “touched myself.” Being new I didn’t answer that question correctly and his response assumed that I knew what I was doing and so needed no additional guidance.

His response Altınşehir Escort was, “good, you have years, don’t do anything before you feel ready.”

It was affirmative and he meant well, but it wasn’t informative.

I have always shared everything with my mom, sometimes with a “tape delay,” but eventually we tell each other absolutely everything. She and dad have a loving and playful sexual relationship, unlike many of my friend’s parents. Between their overt and hidden behaviors together and what mom has told me I have a well-informed ideal.

Mom and dad are not prudes, they understood that my safely showing off my body to others was good for my self-esteem. They each remembered being awkward teenagers and while not being overly critical of my grandparents, they changed a few things that they had found not to their liking. In particular, mom was very helpful with tailoring my wardrobe selection to meet our goals.

A day or two later dad took my little sisters somewhere. Whatever it was had been planned so that mom and I could have some privacy. We talked a little and she explained everything that our doctor had not. Then she explained far more. We both got undressed and she had me come sit on her bed with my book. I had seen glimpses of her body and dad’s. Of course, she had seen a lot more of me and my sisters.

It wasn’t usually a big deal to be unclothed in the tropics. But, here in her bedroom, this time it was different. As we sat there talking, mom gave me my first sex toy. It was a small, very small I know now, smooth bullet vibrator. Before we took mine out of the box, she took a larger one and…

“Private Benjamin…” The first time it was said in an urgent but normal tone of voice.

“PRIVATE BENJAMIN!” Drill Sergeant Vince Carter bellowed the second time.

“Yes, Drill Sergeant.” I said meekly.

“Do you think I talk so my mouth muscles don’t atrophy?”

“No, Drill Sergeant.”

“Why do I try to teach you maggots?”

“Because the knowledge you impart might one day save our lives,” I recited from memory.

“That’s right, Private Benjamin, maybe there is some very slight hope for you after all.”

“Thank you, Drill Sergeant.”

“That wasn’t a compliment Private Benjamin.”

“No, Drill Sergeant.”

“This,” Sergeant Carter said holding up my little vibrator, “Is the Vibrator, Personal, Intimate, US M-4A1. It is a 37 mm vibrating vaginal dildo also known as the Oldsmobile-Browning T9. This battery-operated device operates at between 400 and 850 cycles per minute. Once manually loaded with two AA batteries – either heavy duty or alkaline but not both mixed together, its vibrations penetrate to approximately one inch of normal tissue. Which depth should Altınşehir Escort Bayan be more than enough to accomplish any conceivable mission you have planned for it. It is controlled by a rotating, on-off-rheostat switch to allow some amount of variation in the cyclic rate.

“Recoil and counter-recoil are created by a direct-current electromagnet coupled to a solid-state relay and moderated by means of a pliable spring-like material eliminating the need for a larger and heavier recoil mechanism, with its attendant oil-filled recuperator cylinder, trunnion block, recuperator piston and piston rod, lock frame assembly, driving spring assemblies, and breechblock assembly.

“As originally designed the vibrator was rated for five orgasms before depot level maintenance was required, this was increased to fifteen, and with the A1 model – thirty. Feeding and loading are accomplished during counter-recoil. So long as the trigger, located here, is held in the firing position, you will continue to orgasm automatically until all of your energy is gone.”

“Huh?”

“Honey,” mom asked very sweetly, “are you okay?”

I was okay but slightly overwhelmed, In the last five minutes I had been given my first vibrator and had witnessed my mother bring herself to orgasm while daydreaming that I was Goldie Hawn and she was Frank Sutton.

It was surreal, even as I had daydreamed that bizarre Gomer Pyle meets Private Benjamin episode, my mind had recorded what I had actually witnessed. Mom had stroked her big lips and her thighs along side of them. She showed me the place where our natural lube came from – just inside our vaginal entrances. She pushed her longest middle finger inside of herself. Oh my God!

“Think of some cute guy or girl,” mom had said. And my mind came up with Sergeant Vince Carter?

“Take your time and play with your thighs and breasts too. Here watch…” She ran the vibrator all over her body as she softly played with herself. She softly moaned, and I was amazed at just how really wet she was. How I could smell it.

Oh my God! How I had smelled that smell before but did not know what it was.

“Curve your finger, like this, into a hook, so that you can touch right here. Inside up against your bladder. Wait, sorry, I am getting ahead of myself.”

“You know where your clitoris is, well you sort of know. My girl here…” She said, removing her fingers from her vagina and gently touching her clit head. “She is just as big as your dad’s penis only she hides underneath the surface.” Rubbing her shaft, mom said, “It’s under here, touch yourself where I am touching myself. You can feel it under the surface if you try.”

I did, and I did.

“Most of your nerve endings Escort Altınşehir are in your clitoris, in the head which you know about and in the part of the shaft that you can feel. If you try you can feel more of the shaft from the outside, but it’s easier from the inside.” She touched her various parts as she narrated. “When you get sexually excited you get tight down here. That is because your parts swell up with warm blood just like your dad’s and your brother’s do.

“You can make yourself tingle touching and running your toy over the clitoral shaft on the outside. By pushing it inside of you,” as she did, “and applying gentle pressure against your bladder here. Especially when it’s full. Around your pee-hole on the top and both sides. Don’t be surprised if a clear liquid comes out, it isn’t pee and it will feel really nice.”

Pushing her bigger-than-mine vibrator much deeper inside her vagina, she said. “There are two more really sensitive places in here. At the very back of your vagina and right in front of your cervix. The mouth of your womb enters the vagina at about a right angle…”

Ah, I thought, that is why I took geometry in school.

“The mouth of your womb enters the vagina at about a right angle and extends into it a little, the part that extends in and the area just in front are very sensitive. Eva, each part of you has a slightly different sensation. You should try them all by yourself before inviting anyone else to play with you. That way you will know and understand what you want and need.

“You know, people are just really fucking weird. We all, each one of us who has ever been, a result of the sex act. Huge corporations make millions of dollars selling sex disguised as consumer products to the public. But few people speak knowledgeably about the subject. You need to learn everything you can about you and how to get you off. Then, sadly, you will probably have to teach your lovers, because nobody else will have.”

I followed mom’s advise with her watching me. I rubbed my head and my shaft. I gently pushed my little vibrator into my vagina, and soon I was thrusting it in and out. I rubbed my clit with my left hand while I pushed on the vibrator with my right. Mom stopped watching me and she was playing with herself on the bed right next to me. I came hard for the first time in my life, and I could not believe how good it felt. I literally saw stars projected by my brain on the backs of my eyeballs.

Mom continued to play with herself. But even in her self-induced bliss she cared about teaching me, she told me to use my fingers to finger-fucking myself while using the vibrator on the outside. To see how trying different things provided the pleasure center of my brain with different stimuli. She told me to pay attention to how my body responded to what my fingers did, to experiment, and try everything To understand and enjoy my own sexuality. As she was speaking to me, I came again.

Then I understood the significance of the gift I had just been given. That I could get myself off anytime and anywhere that I wanted to. Thank you, mom.

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Don’t Be Late For School

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Authors note: just a short story, a bit of fun.

*****

The clock/radio alarm jumped into action at six AM, blurting out some Bryan Adams song. Eighteen year old Holly Grainger wearily rolled over and whacked the snooze button. She rolled onto her back and looked up towards the ceiling. Ten minutes later the scene was repeated, only this time a Beyonce song broke the silence. Again Holly hit the snooze button, more gently this time. She lay in bed for a couple more minutes. With a deep sigh, she looked down the bed, her eyes scouring across her naked body. She lifted herself up onto her elbows before sitting on the side of the bed.

“Ugh! School,” she muttered to herself.

Before making the final step of climbing out of bed she looked back towards the naked man, lying fast asleep next to her in her bed. She stood up and walked over to the window, pushing aside the curtain to view the sunlit morning. Again she turned around, and, leaning against the curtain, stared at her lover. A slight smile crossed her lips as she thought back to their night together. She sighed longingly as she remembered the three times they had made love that night. How his cock had thrust into her, how she had sucked it, how he had licked her pussy, how they had cum together.

The last thought shook her from her daydreaming. She realized the room would stink of their sex, so she opened the curtains and the window, allowing fresh air and daylight to penetrate the room.

Ignoring the possibility of a neighbor seeing her naked through her bedroom window, the eighteen year old stepped across the room to the door. She opened it, as quietly as possible, and peered out into the hallway. She heard her parents talking downstairs in the kitchen so she crept out of her room, shutting the door behind her. She tiptoed down the hall and into the bathroom.

Holly stepped into the shower and turned the water on. She picked up the soap and lathered herself up. Her body was covered in the smooth flowery fragrance of the soap as she ran her hands around her body. The water ran across her back and her legs as her hands glided across her stomach and then her chest. She touched her nipples, feeling a pulse of electricity as she thought of his hands and then his tongue on her tits. Finally she touched herself between her legs, guiding the water over her pussy lips. She shivered as the water flowed over her, cleansing her cunt of their combined juices. Then she washed her hair.

Holly turned Ağva Escort off the water and stepped out of the shower. She dried her hair, and then wrapped a giant towel around her body. She opened the bathroom door, again checking the coast was clear before returning to her bedroom.

He was still asleep. She walked across to her dressing table, next to the window. Looking back at the man in her bed, she admired his naked body, lying on her ruffled sheets. His cock was soft now. The skin that covered it was wrinkled, not pulsing with ridges and veins like it had been last night as he fucked her so hard. She stood by her bed and stared at the penis, her hand slipping under the towel to touch her pussy. God she was beginning to feel horny again!

Reminding herself of her impending school day she walked over to her dressing table. She shrugged off her towel and stood naked before the mirror. She picked up a pot of moisturizing cream and began to rub some over herself. Her arms, her face, her legs then finally her breasts. She put on some lip gloss, and smoothed out her eye lashes and brows. She stood still and admired her nude body in the mirror. She was pleased with how she looked. Five feet six tall. Slim. Nice little cute butt. Breasts about the size of small apples. A handful. Pert and firm. Certainly she had never had any complaints from the man who still lay sleeping in her bed.

She again thought about last night. She knew it was wrong but god she loved it! They hadn’t been discovered yet. Yet. They used to be so careful, only doing it when they were alone in the house but these days they were far more bold. He often spent the whole night in her bed. She was sure one day they would be found out but until then she was determined to enjoy herself as much as possible.

As she did this the naked twenty seven year old man in her bed woke up. He looked across to the teenage beauty by the window and sighed.

Holly sensed his state of life and smiled to herself.

“Have you been watching me?” she asked, without looking around at him.

“Mmmmm…”

“Do you like what you see?” she joked.

“Always…” he replied softly.

“So I see,” she laughed, turning towards him and seeing his cock beginning to stiffen.

“Mmmm..Come back to bed baby. Just for a little while,” he asked her.

“I can’t. I’ve got school.”

Turning away from him, she rifled through a drawer and picked out a pair of knee high black Escort Ağva socks. She put them on. Then she put on a pair of lacy black panties and a short flared black skirt. There was a space of about ten inches between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her socks, revealing her smooth skin. Then she put on a bra, lacy and black, matching her panties. Finally she put on a tight yellow t shirt. Moving back in front of her mirror she began to brush her freshly washed hair. Her dark brown hair tickled her back as it brushed against the space between her shoulder blades.

In the bed, twenty seven year old Jack rolled over onto his back, his penis now fully erect.

He began gently tugging on his shaft as he watched her dress.

“That was really hot,” he told Holly.

“What was?”

“Watching you put that cream on. Then getting dressed. Fucking hot!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah but you’re a pervert,” she retorted, gazing at him stroking himself.

“Are they downstairs?” he asked her, ignoring her jibe.

She nodded.

“Then come back to bed. Please,” he begged.

“You’ve just watched me get dressed. And now you want me to take it all off again?” she laughed.

“Yep.”

“You’re impossible, you know that don’t you?”

“That’s why you love me,” he joked.

“That’s why I put up with you,” she smiled.

“Bed?” he asked again.

“Can’t I just stroke it for you?” she suggested.

“Only if you make me cum,” he answered.

“Men! Never satisfied.”

Holly padded across the room. She knelt on the end of the bed and shuffled up towards Jack’s penis. She bent down but instead of stroking it she surprised him by taking it in her mouth.

“Mmmm…feels good…” he moaned.

She ignored him, continuing to work his shaft in her mouth, using her tongue and her lips. He placed his hands on the back of her skirt, against her ass cheeks, slowly pushing her skirt upwards. When he had pushed her skirt up over her stomach he tried to pull her panties down. Holly helped him, breaking off from sucking his cock. She stretched her legs out behind her, one at a time, pushing her panties off. She got back up, straddling him, her pussy hovering above his shaft. She lowered herself, using her right hand to guide his cock inside her.

They began to rock together as they fucked. Jack pushed her t shirt up and off then unhooked her bra. Finally he peeled her skirt from her body. Having got dressed Ağva Escort Bayan ready for school, Holly was now naked again, except for a pair of knee high socks. She began to moan so he put his hand over her mouth, so they didn’t attract the attention of the two people downstairs. Holly pumped her hips up and down, crashing against his cock as he thrust upwards into her pussy.

“Oh god oh yes oh yes oh oh!!” she moaned.

“God baby you feel so good oh god I love you!!” he moaned back.

“OH OH OH MY GOD OH YES OH THAT FEELS OH OOOHHHH!!” she moaned.

“OH HOLLY OH MY GOD OH YES!!”

“I’M GONNA CUM OOOHHHH!”

“CUM FOR ME BABY CUM OH OH OOHHH!”

“OOOHHHHHH!!”

Holly came. Then she came again. Finally with a groan he came too, sending his seed deep inside her. She collapsed down onto his chest and lay there for a few minutes. His cock, still in her pussy, began to deflate.

“Happy now?” she asked, playfully flicking his chest.

“You?”

“Mmmm…maybe…you made me cum you pig!” she laughed.

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.”

“Well I’m complaining now.”

“Why don’t you stay off school today? I’ve got the day off,” he suggested to her.

“I can’t. I’ve got exams coming up.”

“It’s just one day. You did last week, We can spend the whole day together,” he said.

“Mmmm it’s tempting but I’d better…”

She lifted her chest off his, exposing her breasts. He leaned forward to kiss one of her nipples.

“Mmmm…” she mumbled.

“I can play with these all day,” he joked.

“You only want me for the sex,” she teased him.

“Yes.”

“You weren’t supposed to agree with me!” she shouted, slapping him.

“Well do you blame me? You’re so hot! I’m such a lucky guy, having such a hot babe for a sister,” he laughed.

“And I’m so unlucky. Having such a pervert for a big brother!”

At that moment a voice boomed from the bottom of the stairs.

“Holly!! Hurry up! You don’t want to be late for school,” shouted their father.

“Coming dad!” she replied.

She looked down at her brother and smiled.

“Or should that be ‘I’ve just cum, dad’?” she joked.

“And can you go into your brother’s room and see if he’s awake yet!?” her father continued.

“Ok dad!”

Holly looked back down at her brother, his fingers still toying with her nipple.

“Well…are you awake?” she asked him, raising her hips to separate herself from his cock, which flopped out of her cunt.

“Wide awake,” he laughed.

She turned to climb off the bed. Her brother playfully smacked her bare ass.

“Now run along to school little girl!” he laughed.

*****

NOTE; in loving memory of MTC, my friend.

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Eighteen Goes into Thirty Six Twice

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“Strike,” Dan couldn’t believe how good a bowler his aunt was.

Lorna tried to relax and enjoy herself, but the truth was her mind was coping with the problem she was having with her husband. She had kept herself trim and exercised to stay in shape because he demanded she not be fat. She wouldn’t have another person in their bed, but other than that had never refused him anything and had given him almost every sexual experience that a man could have. But she couldn’t stop the clock and lately she could tell his eyes were wandering to younger women.

“Earth to Aunt Lorna… Earth to Aunt Lorna, you’re needed on this planet.”

Lorna sighed, “I’m sorry, my mind isn’t here tonight.”

Dan gave her an appreciative look, her mind may not be but her body definitely was. “It’s your turn.”

Lorna was surprised at how her nephew was looking at her. Her husband hadn’t done that in a long time. She got set but could feel his eyes on her as she threw it. Waiting for the ball to come back she couldn’t help but turn to face him and push her chest out. To her surprise, she liked the way his watching at her made her feel.

Dan loved his aunt, and at 18 he could appreciate her body. She wasn’t very tall, but definitely had all the parts in the right places. He saw her looking at him, felt his face heat up at getting caught and immediately turned his head.

She could feel her smile; it was nice to know she was not only loved but desired. As she walked back to him, she couldn’t help but flirt. Placing her hand on his neck she leaned in, “What’s the score?”

Dan felt the heat from her touch and it went straight between his legs. “I’m a little ahead.”

Moving in a little, she put her hip against his arm, “Then I’ll just have to try harder.” She moved away, “Your turn.” She turned her head away from him to hide her grin.

Dan got up feeling very self-conscious because she had given him an erection. He hurried to bowl hoping she hadn’t seen.

But she had seen. Somehow knowing she had gotten that from him made her feel better. When it was her turn again, she made sure her hands brushed against her nephews arm as they passed each other.

Dan was starting to get in a bad way. He had gotten hard before and while he bowled it had gone down enough for him to pretend he didn’t have one. Her touching him again was making it almost impossible ad it went straight between his legs. She had gone back to sitting, so as he waited for the other bowlers in the next lanes to finish, Dan put his hand on her hair, “How we doing?” He was having trouble breathing.

Lorna saw the bulge, “We’re doing just fine.” She hadn’t enjoyed teasing like this for a long time.

The rest of their evening, Lorna used every opportunity she could to keep her 18 year old nephew hard. She touched him as much as she could and pressed herself against him when the chance presented itself. By the end of the bowling, she could plainly see he was in a bad way; the trouble was she was too. It was lucky she was older and could cool both of them off before it got any worse. She was his mother’s younger sister but judging from his erection that wouldn’t have mattered much to him.

They decided to end the bowling early. He was quiet during the drive and she couldn’t help but still feel a charge every time she caught him staring at her chest.

Dan reluctantly took his aunt home. He was so horny he almost couldn’t stand it. Even if she was related, he wanted her in a bad way. They pulled into her driveway and there was another car parked there beside his uncle’s. “Who’s that Aunt Lorna?”

“I have no idea.” They got out of the car and he unlocked the trunk so she could grab her ball. She figured that he would probably go home and get himself off. Feeling that she owed him, she leaned against him, put her arms around him and gave him a short kiss. “Thanks, I had a nice time.” As she walked away, she hoped that he would think of her as he got himself off.

Dan watched his aunt walk away and knew he could wait any longer. He opened his jeans and pulled his cock out. He was stroking himself by the time she got into her house.

Lorna couldn’t imagine whose car was in the driveway, but it annoyed her that it was blocking her car in. Opening the door, she heard noises from the bedroom. She had gotten home early from bowling and it Akfırat Escort didn’t take long to find the noise. Curiously wasn’t all that surprised when she saw her husband having sex with one of the girls from his office. She just stood watching them and felt a sense of relief wash over her. Taking her cell phone out, she started filming them.

The room was suddenly filled with a scream. Jack yelled at his wife, “What the hell are you doing?”

Lorna smiled, “Just getting something to give my lawyer.” She simply turned and left and was thankful to find that Dan hadn’t left. She opened his car door and saw him playing with his hard cock. She also saw a look of fear on his face as she got in, “Drive.”

Dan Felt silly but put the car in gear and pushed on the gas. He saw his uncle come out of the house as they left.

Lorna didn’t think anything bad because her nephew was playing with himself, after all, she was the reason he was hard. Sliding over, her fingers wrapped around his cock and started to play.

He felt her soft fingers and there was no doubt she knew what she was doing. Dan had to force himself to keep control of the car.

Lorna wasn’t playing to get him off, just to keep him hard until she got the phone call. She liked how his cock head was big and fat on top of his hard shaft and gave it a squeeze. Then she had to stop because her phone went off. “Yes?” — “No, I wouldn’t.” — “Discuss what?” — “You want her and you don’t want me.” — “You can afford an ex-wife and a girlfriend.” — “Well then you’ll have to give up the girlfriend because you are going to have an ex-wife.” — “I’ve never cheated on you; obviously you can’t say the same.” — “Just don’t be an asshole about this and I won’t take everything.” — “After I get a lawyer.” — “We’ll be over tomorrow to get my things. I’ll stay with my sister for now.”

During the phone call, Dan had not only managed to drive them home. He pulled into the driveway as she hung up. The look of disappointment was written all over his face.

Lorna giggled, “You better put that away.” They got out and went into the house. It was obvious that her sister was already asleep. “Help me get settled in the basement and I’ll finish what we started.”

Dan shook his head, “Nah, I’ll help, no strings attached.”

She gave him a short kiss, “Thanks.” They got blankets and a pillow made a bed of out of the basement sofa. The two were sitting there and she reached over to the front of his jeans.

Dan pushed her away, “You don’t have to do that.”

Lorna sighed, if only her husband had loved her as much as her nephew. “I may not need to, but I sure want to.” She soon had him out and it didn’t take her long to get him hard again and figured that she would get him off and catch his cum in her free hand.

Her fingers glided over his cock making sure to rub under the head. She brought her lips to his and was pleased when he kissed her back. It had been some time since she’d had a man place himself totally in her hands. The feeling that she could bring him so much pleasure and know he appreciated it was intoxicating. Nibbling on his ear, she whispered, “I hope your girlfriend doesn’t mind.”

Her hand was bringing pleasure all along his cock. She seemed to know just how to tease the entire thing. “I’ve only had one girlfriend but we broke up.”

She let her tongue slip into his ear, “Well I’m sure she could use her mouth to please you more than my hand is.”

“No, she didn’t like to do that.”

Lorna realized finally that her nephew had never been sucked, much less sucked off. There was no way she was passing this up. “Poor baby,” She moved so that her mouth was just over his hard cock and let her lips surround the head.

“Ah,” Dan felt her lips on his cock and it was so-o-o-o good.

His cock was really fat and she enjoyed how it felt in her mouth. Licking at the sides she could hear him softly moan and would have said something, but her tongue was busy licking under the huge head. Lorna was experienced at sucking cock. Her nephew wasn’t a long as her husband but was bigger around. It made for a fun experience for them both. She could suck him deep into her throat, but it wasn’t so deep that it made her gag. Using her tongue, she kept his first blowjob wet.

“Aunt Lorna that feels amazing.”

Her Akfırat Escort Bayan replay was to start sucking him faster. Her head bobbed up and down as his hard cock slide in and out of her mouth. She was so turned on she thought she might have an orgasm when she made him cum. Sucking cock had never affected her that way before and she liked it.

Dan loved watching his cock disappear past her pink lips. Her mouth was wet and warm and it didn’t feel like anything he had experienced before. Watching his aunt suck him was such a turn on, he couldn’t help but push a little as she kept going down on him.

“Going to cum for me?” The thought of him shooting huge spurts in her mouth made her pussy positively tingle. It would take very little for her to change his first time being sucked into a full all out fuck. No — she would make him cum with her mouth tonight, but tomorrow he should watch out because she fully planned of them doing a lot more, a whole lot more.

What his aunt was doing felt awesome. He guessed she asked him if he was going to cum so that she could switch to using her hand instead of him cumming in her mouth. Even though it was the greatest thing he had ever experienced, he would warn her before he let loose.

She tasted a few drops of pre-cum and knew he was close. As far as she was concerned his cumming was something she had earned. She started sucking him faster, sucking him harder, and making him go deeper in her throat.

“Mm — I’m going to cum.”

Clamping her lips around his cockhead she used her hand to pump his cock. He rose a little off of the sofa and suddenly her mouth was full of cum. She pumped and sucked getting spurt after spurt of hot liquid. She swallowed every drop and when his flow eased up she went back to sucking him, trying to get everything he could give.

His cumming was at and end. Dan leaned back, it had been great. Then he heard her start coughing. “Are you all right?”

“Can you get me a drink?” she saw him run off and return with a soft drink. She gratefully accepted it and took a big drink. “Do you always cum that much?”

Dan was embarrassed, “Sorry.”

Lorna kissed him, “I loved it. I just wasn’t prepared for that much.”

Dan brought his hand up to the front of her shirt. “Can I play too?”

He had her so turned on she could scream, she might as well have him help. The trouble was she didn’t have any clothes to change into. Her sister would have something she could wear but she didn’t want to explain how her clothes got as wrinkled as they would get if she let him loose on her body. She stood up. The solution was simple.

Looking right into his eyes, Lorna started to slowly gyrate to music only she could hear. As deliberately and provocative as she could, her shirt got pulled over her head. She had meant to tease him as she took her clothes off, but from the look on his face he was getting turned on again, which sent a charge right between her legs. Smiling as seductively as could she danced and swayed and her shoes came off next. She was in a bad way when she started and his liking what he was seeing as adding to it. Her jeans slid off, one leg at a time, teasingly slow and tossed aside, both of them were having trouble breathing.

Dan was so excited watching his aunt. When she placed her foot right on his crotch and pressed against him he thought he would pass out. He nervously reached up and pulled her sock off. Her other foot was placed where the first had been and he took that sock off a well.

Lorna felt every nerve on her legs sending out a charge as he peeled her socks off. She wasn’t done teasing him just yet and as he reached for her she danced away. Her bra was next, but not fast or immediately revealing. She watched his face as each strap fell. She turned away from him and undid her clasp for him.

Dan felt like he had a fever. His aunt was undoing each fastener and dancing near to give him a glance of her flesh, before moving away and going to the next one. Finally her bra was loose and she turned toward him holding it to her. Her eyes looked right into his as she let it drop. Her breasts were everything they had promised to be. His hands ached to hold them.

Lorna wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. Her teasing had gotten both of them in a bad way, but Escort Akfırat she still turned away from him and put her butt to him.

Dan saw her aunt’s perfect ass and reached up to remove her panties. He expected her to move away again. When she didn’t he pulled her panties down. His fingers grabbed the soft skin of her butt and started playing.

She closed her eyes and softly sighed as he played, the teasing was over. He could play till his heart was content, she needed to get off. His fingers on her butt made her muscles quiver. Turning toward him she placed her pussy inches from his eyes and she was rewarded as she felt his finger rub against her pubic hair. Lorna sucked in her breath, she was so wet from all of the teasing his finger easily slid inside of her. “Mm,” She bent down and put her lips to his, accepting his tongue in her mouth as her body accepted his finger.

Dan had never experienced anything like this. What she had done to him with her mouth had only been a fantasy. Her slow striptease had made his blood boil. He’d had sex before but it wasn’t anything like this. His finger came out of her pussy and reflected the light from being wet. Her breasts were inches from his face. Placed over his limit, he grabbed his aunt and stood holding her in the air.

Lorna felt helpless as her nephew held her in the air kissing her over and over. It had been such a long time since anything and now she was experiencing such extreme passion. She responded kissing him back, determined to give to him as much as he was going to give to her.

Dan put her on the floor and practically ripped his clothes off. He laid on top of her his lips finding hers even as her very skin rubbing against his own was driving him crazy. “I can’t let you make a mistake like this.”

She had no idea what he meant and hoped it wasn’t because of her being his aunt. “What mistake?” Her breath flew from her as her entire being was attacked. His hard cock rammed into her.

“I’m eighteen and you’re thirty six–,” Her pussy was driving him crazy, the way it felt, so soft, so hot, “— that means I go into you twice.” He slammed into her again.

There had been little foreplay, not that she had needed any. Lorna had never been faced with such raw passion before. Her husband had been her only lover and he would have never acted like this. Dan’s hard cock was ramming in and out, over and over — harder and deeper with each thrust.

Dan had his hands full of her full breasts, his fingers on her hard nipples. His lips were on hers and either her tongue was in his mouth or his was in hers as he pressed his cock in her to see how deep he could get it.

Lorna was being taken on a ride that was utterly primeval and wondered if they both could survive it. Her teasing had pushed a wild animal past his endurance and he was ravishing her as he pleased. She had heard of being ravished and to have a man just take you but had never thought it was real until now. His cock was everywhere inside of her. Wrapping he legs around him she just held on.

Dan felt the inside of her body rubbing against the head of his cock. How far could he get, how much could she take? He wasn’t done finding out and made his thrusts go even deeper and rammed even faster.

His balls were slapping against her. Her arms were around him as well as her legs and she could feel his flexing muscles under his skin — skin against skin, muscles against muscles. The most intense sex she had ever had was very near to making her blowup.

“My balls feel like they’re going to explode. What you did before — it was so wonderful. But now — I feel like I’m inside of fire.” He kept kissing her, “You’re incredible.”

She couldn’t get any hotter, the sensations running through her were simply overwhelming, way too devastating to withstand. Gripping her nephew as hard as she could her entire body exploded in the most intense orgasm she had ever had, extreme sensations of intense pleasure rocketed through every part of her.

Dan gave one last powerful thrust and his balls pumped cum. Shot after shot of scalding hot liquid flew from him. He could almost feel his aunt’s hot body milking him, wanting him to give even more.

He just lay on top of her and she held him to her. The basement was full of the sounds of their breathing as they tried to come back down from where they had gone. Relaxing her grip, he collapsed beside her. He looked haggard and Lorna wondered if she looked any better.

He smiled, “I hope that teaches you a lesson, not to mess with math.”

She kissed him, “And I hope I get to teach you a few things that have nothing to do with math.”

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