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To say the next few day where awkward would be a huge understatement. I hardly saw Suzzy mostly because I didn’t leave my room unless I had to eat. Plus Suzzy spent Sunday night and Monday after school at her friend Allison’s house. The thought of me fucking my sister was driving me crazy. This worst part was that it was so good. I beat off a couple times just remembering it.

On Tuesday I left school early, I just couldn’t concentrate on anything. Between thoughts of my sister and Charles it was impossible to be there. I made sure I went by the coach’s office to inform them I wasn’t feeling well.

On my way home I saw my mother and Beth in the HEB parking lot. They must be buying groceries I thought. This was a perfect time to do what I needed to do. So I drove home and ran inside going straight to my room.

I grabbed the little bottle of LSD and went back to the liquor cabinet. That’s where Charles kept his bottle of Jim Beam. It was the perfect thing to use since no one else is aloud to drink his Jim Beam.

I cautiously poured about a quarter of the bottle in. It had to at least be a good tablespoon or so. My hands shook and I spilt a little down the side of my hand causing me to rush to the sink and wash them. I didn’t know if it would soak in and cause me to get high. After finishing up with the bottle I put it back and went upstairs to lay down for a while.

It was around 5pm when I was awakened by the sound of voices coming from down stairs. Thinking it had to be mom and Beth I got up to help them with the groceries. Before I could reach the first step I realized it was Suzzy and her friend Allison.

“So you finally hooked up with Ben this weekend huh?” Allison asked my sister.

“No I didn’t. He wanted to but all I let him get away with was a few kisses and feeling up my breast over my clothes.” Suzzy responded.

“Don’t lie to me bitch. I know you did more than that. Hell you’ve wanted to hook up with Ben since the beginning of summer.” Allison said.

“Really Ally I didn’t. Ben is a horrible kisser.” Suzzy said a little annoyed.

“Well then how did you get that big ole hickey on the back of your neck?” Allison asked teasingly.

Suzzy’s eyes got big and her hand reached up to the back of her neck. You could actually see the surprise in her face. Luckily for me I was in a place blocking their view.

“It wasn’t Ben ok?” Suzzy finally said obviously embarrassed.

“You slut!” Allison said a mischievous smile appearing on her face. “Who the fuck was it then?”

“I’m not telling you, it’s none of your business.” Suzzy replied nervously.

“Oh no you don’t, when you were begging me all day about me and Matt today I told you.” Allison shot back.

“Fine” Suzzy whined.

Oh fuck I thought this is it she’s going to say she fucked her brother.

“But I’m not going to tell you who he is Ally.” Suzzy finished.

Oh thank god I thought.

“I guess that will do.” Allison said eagerly.

“Ok so I don’t remember much from the first time. I know I came but obviously I was a little drunk at the time.” Suzzy said blushing her face turning a light shade of red. “Anyways the second time I do remember. He woke me up as he was sliding himself into me. God Ally he felt so good, I was so wet from when he had came in me earlier. He was thrusting into me so easily that I came again before he flipped me over on my stomach. He was so aggressive as he pounded me from behind. When he came in me again I had the largest orgasm of my life.”

“Oh you little whore. I wish Matt could have fucked me like that.” Allison said noticeably frustrated. “God Suzzy I’m wet imagining it. So are you going to see him again.”

“I can’t Ally it wouldn’t be right.” Suzzy said.

“What is he married or got a girlfriend?” Allison asked.

“No Ally, I just can’t” Suzzy replied.

Before my sister ended up giving it away that it was actually her brother that she fucked I interrupted their conversation.

“Hey Suzzy, oh hey Allison.” I said as I walked downstairs.

“Hi ya Johnny.” Allison said as Suzzy turned red.

“So what are you two girls gossiping about down here?” I asked.

“Oh just how Suzzy here meet a guy and had the time of her life Saturday.” Allison replied smiling from ear to ear.

“Shut up Ally.” Suzzy retorted.

“Oh really, did he behave himself or do I need to kick someone’s ass?” I asked laughing.

“He behaved himself alright.” Allison said enjoying the situation.

“Your a bitch Ally.” Suzzy yelled back at her friend. You could see she was starting to get angry.

“Well how did Matt treat you Saturday?” I asked changing the subject.

“Oh he treated me alright for about two minutes.” Allison said with a little frustration starting to show.

“That’s a shame. You deserve to be treated better.” I said. I knew Allison and Matt had an on and off relationship. Mostly because she was a wild cat and his performance didn’t always ataşehir escort satisfy her. “Anyone need a drink?” I asked heading to the kitchen.

“Sure” they both replied at the same time.

“Maybe I should let Johnny take me out? I’m sure he would give me what I deserve.” Allison said to Suzzy.

“Stay away from my brother Ally.” Suzzy replied to her a little angrily.

“Wow does Suzzy got a brother complex?” came Allison’s reply.

“No I don’t. I just don’t want him catching something from you, you skank.” Beth said starting to smile.

“Ok girls I can here what your saying. You need to behave.” I said enjoying their back and forth.

About the time I had grabbed three cokes from the fridge mom and Beth came in through the garage door both carrying a load of groceries. I went back to Allison and Suzzy and handed them their cokes, before heading out to the garage to help. Beth put hers on the counter and followed me.

“I missed you Johnny.” Beth said grabbing my arm and turning me around.

“Have you been trying to avoid me?” she asked

“No I haven’t, well yeah I guess I have. It’s not like I can go around waiting for a chance to jump my Aunt’s bones.” I said.

“No but you could try.” came her reply smiling and making a sexy pose.

Immediately we embraced and kissed. My tongue searching for hers and hers for mine. My right hand went straight for her ass. I squeezed it and caressed it. God did she feel good. I cupped her other ass check pulling her leg up and around me, while pushing her against the wall. We both started to grind on each other, dry humping.

“I need you Johnny.” Beth gasped in my ear.

Suddenly we were brought back to reality as a car door slammed shut. Luckily mom had closed the garage door when they got back or we would have been caught red handed by Charles.

Beth quickly straightened her clothes kissing me on the lips before heading inside. It took me a second to hid my erection and grab the last bags from the car before joining her inside.

As we came in a heard a SMACK and mom say. “Charles stop that.”

“You know you like it you little slut.” Charles replied as his big hand pawed at her ass.

“Stop it I said.” mom said while pushing his hand away.

“That’s ok act like that Marie I got a big surprise for you soon. You won’t ever deny me again.” Charles snarled.

“Is there a problem.” I yelled surprising everyone including myself. Both Suzzy and Allison ran into the kitchen to see what the commotion was about.

“Who the fuck are you coming into my house and hollering at me like that?” Charles said puffing out his chest and walking towards me.

“Your house? This is my father’s house not yours.” I said dropping the groceries and clinching my hands into fist. I noticed mom’s and Beth’s eyes get big in shock and fright.

“Baby why don’t I make you a drink.” Beth said getting between the two of us.

“Get the fuck out of my way bitch.” Charles snapped raising his hand and bringing it down.

Before it struck her face I blocked it and stated matter-of-factly. “Hit her again and you’ll wish you hadn’t.”

“So the little shit has finally grown a pair.” Charles said with a truly evil grin. “More than your father ever had I’ll give you that.”

I totally lost it before I’d even realized it my arm raised ready to strike. Before I could swing my mother grabbed me from behind stopping me. In that moment I noticed the knife in Charles other hand. My mother had probably just saved my life.

“Suzzy, Allison take Johnny upstairs now.” my mother ordered.

“Take the little bitch upstairs before I change my mind and kick his ass.” Charles said laughing.

SLAP “Don’t you ever threaten my son again.” my mom shouted now holding her hand from the pain.

“Ha ha ha everyone thinks they can take me on now. I already told you Marie that I had a surprise for you.” Charles replied as a red hand print started to appear on his face.

“Where the fucks that drink bitch?” he said to Beth her obeying immediately.

Suzzy and Allison walked me to my room. Allison noticed that my finger nails had cut the palm of my hands and went to bathroom for some disinfectant and band aids. While she was gone Suzzy hugged me and kissed my forehead. She stopped when Allison came back and they both treated my cuts.

“Damn Johnny what got into you?” Allison asked breaking the silence.

“I’ll fucking kill that asshole.” was my only reply.

She looked at Beth who had started to cry. “I used to think he was kind of hot for an older man” Allison said.

“Stay as far away from him as you can Ally. He’s not a good man not in the least.” was Suzzy’s response. “That bastard deserves to die”

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and my mother came in. She crossed the room and hugged me. The hug lasted for a minute before she released me kissing my forehead like Suzzy had.

“You calmed down?” she asked me.

I just looked her in the eyes ümraniye escort and said. “Everything will be fine soon.”

“Mom I can’t stay here tonight I’m going to Ally’s for the night.” Suzzy said to mom.

“I understand baby.” was my mom’s response as the girls left.

“Sweetie you need to watch yourself around Charles he’s dangerous.” mom said. “I don’t want you to get hurt.

“But it’s ok for you and Beth to get hurt?” I asked with venom in my voice. Before I could stop myself I said. “Then he beats Beth and you and you still let him fuck you?”

My mom’s hand reached out and covered her mouth. “How do you know about that?” she asked.

“Does it matter how I know? I just do.” I said

“I’m sorry baby I’ve tried to stop him you have to believe me. It’s easier to just let him that away he doesn’t hurt me or Beth more than he already does.

“Then why are you dressing with your ass hanging out of everything you wear?” I shouted.

“Oh son I have to. That’s how he wants us dressed.” was her reply as she started to cry.

I pulled her to me encircling her in my arms and holding her. “He’ll never touch you again mom I promise.” I said.

She leaned back and smiled at me. Suddenly I could see down her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could just see her nipples. Disgusted with myself for noticing I pushed her away before saying. “I won’t let him have you anymore.”

Before she could respond Beth entered the room and came over and hugged me. Mom used this as her time to get up and leave the room. A look of confusion on her face probably from the way Beth embraced me.

“Your father would have been proud of you today.” Beth said crying into my shoulder. “I’m proud of you, your going to be a good man.” she added.

“Where’s Charles?” I asked.

“He had a couple shots of Jim Beam then left.” Beth answered as she ran her fingers across the back of my neck.

I just smiled before leaning in and kissing her passionately. Our tongues danced as my hands started to remove her shirt revealing a black bra. I discarded it quickly latching my mouth to her breast and gently biting her nipple. Only breaking away when she removed my shirt.

I was sitting on the bed her standing on the floor. My hands cupped her pulling her between my legs. She dropped to her knees grabbing my shorts and boxers and pulling the down rather easily. She lowered her head and gently took me into her mouth. Slowly running her tongue all around the head. Knowing exactly where to tease me before taking me further into her mouth. She was good when her mouth came back to the tip of my head, she would lightly blow in the opening before going back down my dick slipping further into her throat each time.

“Fuck!!” I moaned as I looked down into those green eyes and grabbing her hair to pull it out of her face.

She eventually got me all the way in her throat where she willing fucked it on my dick. Almost instantly the pleasure became to much for me and I shot my load into her mouth. Beth continued to swallow as I continued to orgasm.

“Oh my god that was the best blow job ever. Where did you learn that? I know you don’t give Charles anything like that.” I said trying to come back to my senses.

“It’s easy to please someone when you love them.” Beth said smiling as a little of my cum slid from her lip.

Beth stood up and stepped out of her shorts saying. “Now lets see how good you are at returning the favor.

She sensually moved over me to lay in the middle of the bed. As she crossed me I could see the dampness between her legs as the gusset of her panties. As she rolled on to her back I crawled over her placing myself between her legs. I reached up and took the waist of her panties and slowly pulled them down.

Even though we had had sex this was the first time I had gotten a good look at her pussy. She had a small little clit that slightly peeked out from under its hood. Her lips were small like the petals of a flower about to bloom. I leaned in and was meet by a wonderful fragrance and if I was standing in a field of flowers. As I took my first taste of her sex her flavor exploded in my mouth.

I would like lightly from the bottom of her opening until I reached her clit. Then I slowly would take it between my lips and suck. I alternated between her lips and clit for a few minutes before inserting two fingers into her opening. As I reached for her G-spot I focused my mouth on her clit. I gently nibbled as my fingers picked up speed sawing in and out.

She quickly began to buck her hips in time with my fingers fucking herself. She latched on to my hair pulling me harder against her clit while putting her forearm in her mouth to bite down on. As she reached her climax her legs tightened around my head and her breathing became erratic.

I slowly kissed up her stomach to her breast as my dick poised over her opening. I once again to a nipple between my teeth and slightly chewed it. My hand reached down between us and kadıköy escort guided myself inside her. I grabbed one leg bringing it to her chest as I slowly started to thrust inside her.

“Oh baby you make me feel so good!” she squealed into my ear.

I removed my mouth from her nipple and we began to kiss as our bodies slapped together. We continued at this for sometime before rolling over with her on top. She raised up on her feet and started to ride me.

“Yes” she would repeat over and over.

For some reason I looked over to the door and saw my mother standing there watching us. She had one hand squeezing a nipple and the other one inside her unbuttoned shorts. Her hand flew across her sex as she saw me and Beth fuck like lovers.

“I’m coming again!” Beth exclaimed.

I grabbed her hips lifting her slightly so I could thrust up into her. Looking back at my mother this time we locked our eyes together. Her face was flush and her legs trembled as her orgasm over took her. You could just see her juices run down her inner thigh. This set me off and I filled Beth with my seed as she collapsed on me we kissed softly.

“Mom saw us.” I told her as we both calmed down.

“Oh my god what should we do?” Beth asked very worried.

“I think it’s ok, she didn’t have a look of disgust on her face.” came my reply.

Beth slowly removed herself from me and went to the shower. I put on my clothes and went downstairs to find my mother.

“How long has this been going on?” mom asked me as I was leaning against the counter drinking a coke.

“Not long mom, just started recently and not very often.” I said to her a little nervously.

“Well to say I fully approve would be a lie. I do understand that Beth needs someone to be there for her and I can’t really think of anyone better than you dear.” mom replied.

“Yes ma’am” was all I could say to her.

“Promise me you will be careful and not let Charles find out.” mom said to me almost in tears.

“Do not ever mention what you saw when you noticed me in the hall either. I momentarily lost sense of what I was doing nothing more. Do you understand?” she asked.

“Yes mother.” I answered.

“Good now go upstairs and shower you smell something awful.” mom said but with a look of lust on her face rather than disgust.

Quickly grabbing Beth her favorite drink a diet Dr Pepper I went to go back upstairs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the shot glass sitting on the counter. Shit I thought I wish I would have put the bottle in his truck incase he gets pulled over.

When I entered my room Beth was sitting on my bed, her long red hair wet hair pulled back and hanging off one shoulder. She was wearing this sexy small nightgown that while sitting that gave you a wonderful view between her legs. She was wearing a matching pair of silk panties that clung to her sex. Adding to this beautiful sight she was rubbing lotion into her freshly shaven legs. My dick responding to her as I walked to her. Beth cleared her throat snapping me out of my trance.

“Ok now, I love the fact that I can still get you aroused but seriously get in the shower.” Beth said.

“Are you sure?” I asked smiling at her and handing her her diet Dr Pepper.

“Yes I’m sure.” she said laughing.

As I headed for the bathroom she said. “I think I’m falling in love with you Johnny.”

“Me too Beth.” I replied to her as I entered the bathroom.

After a nice long shower I came back to an empty room. What was I to expect? Its not like we could sleep together when Charles could come back and catch us. She had obviously changed the sheets for me since there was no wet spot when I crawled into bed. Sleep came quickly for me but would soon be interrupted.

It wasn’t but about and hour or two when my cell phone rang. I answered it. “hello” I said.

“Its about damn time Johnny.” DJ said.

“DJ what’s wrong?” I asked.

“That fucking bastard of an Uncle of yours is what’s wrong.” he replied. “That mother fucker paid for Mia tonight and during the middle of their fucking started tripping something serious.”

“Is she ok?” I asked worrying that I might be in trouble.

“Yeah but barely, he fucking thought she was some kind of monster and stabbed her luckily missing anything vital.” he said pissed.

“Fuck DJ, I feel responsible.” I said getting more nervous by the second. I knew DJ wouldn’t blame me but if his Uncle’s found out I was in deep shit.

“I know what your thinking Johnny.” he said. Don’t worry about it. I knew about all this too and if I tell I’m going to get my ass beat too and that aint happening.”

“So do you know where Charles is?” I asked.

“Yeah that fucker got pulled over a few blocks from the shitty ass hotel.” DJ said.

“So he’s in jail then?” I replied questionably.

“For now.” was his reply. “If he gets out and shows up there let me know Johnny.”

“Sure DJ” I said.

A couple days latter Charles did get out. He didn’t come home though. He went straight to the bank and emptied his checking and savings account before disappearing.

Over the next two weeks life started to return to normal. Well as normal as it can when your fucking your Aunt at every opportunity. We even slept together times over those two weeks. We still hid what we where doing from mom and Suzzy even though mom knew.

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This story and all the characters in it are completely fictional. If the idea of sexual intimacy between a brother and sister bothers you, I would ask that you read no further. That said, this was extremely fun to write, and I hope you enjoy reading it.

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A Dangerous New Level

Hi, my name is Aaron and I’ve had incest fantasies since college. The idea of a brother and sister being so close and sharing something so intimate and so forbidden really turned me on. I’d never really considered acting on it with my own sister though. The idea was almost appalling. I didn’t love my sister in that way, I thought, though I’d always felt very protective of her. Aside from which, I knew she couldn’t feel that way about me and there would be serious ramifications for even mentioning the possibility of it to her. This is real life after all, and there are some things that just aren’t accepted. Once you say something like that, you can’t take it back and it will stay with you forever. Still, I couldn’t help but imagine the forbidden sometimes. I had vague ideas in my head of how it could happen and how it might, but I didn’t like to actually think about her naked. Somehow that made it too real and way too scary for me.

To appease my fantastic urges, during college I downloaded a lot of incest movies and stories from the Internet. I kept my fantasies secret and well hidden throughout college. I was a virgin until my junior year because quite frankly I was terribly shy and introverted, and not very comfortable around people. I had a darker and far more open side though that I’d kept hidden from the world. To the outside world I appeared a quiet timid loner, most of the time. I was short and young looking, with dark hair and eyes. I wasn’t extremely well-muscled, but I did work out and was in good shape. Most women told me I was cute, but when they said it they sounded more like they were talking about a puppy than a man.

In my Junior year though, I made a bold move and decided unleash my darker personality on the world, though I still kept it secret from the public. I was a very imaginative writer, and decided to start putting my fantastic visions down on paper. Then I started to advertise them in online personals. I knew how to sell myself on paper, I played the part of the innocent looking devil whispering into the ears of my readers and tempting them to experience the immense pleasure they might attain from experiencing my fantasies. A couple of women were enticed by these fantasies, and I wound up having a lot of fun in my second half of college. I found one kindred spirit in particular with whom I experienced my most erotic of fantasies. She was a short beautiful Venezuelan woman of about thirty with dark eyes, long dark hair, a dancer’s figure and a fiery spirit. Her breasts were actually a little bigger than those of my ideal woman, but I certainly wasn’t one to complain about such things. She and I fulfilled each other’s deepest and darkest desires, from public sex to student-teacher fantasies to bi-fantasies to light S you name it and we tried it. I was sad to be parted from her when I graduated and moved back home to attain my law degree from a local university, but we hadn’t been in love or anything. It had only been lust, and as sad as I was to lose my partner in crime I wasn’t overwhelmed by it. Still there was one fantasy of mine that she hadn’t been able to fulfill completely, though we had roll played it. She couldn’t truly fulfill it because she wasn’t my sister.

When I returned home from college my sister Catherine had completed her Freshman year of college at the city’s university, which was about a half an hour away from our home by car. She was beautiful with dark brown hair that fell to the tops of her shoulders, blue eyes that istanbul escort seemed to burn with intensity no matter what they looked at, a slim figure, and soft smooth white skin. She was of a height with me, which put her at about 5’5″ and she had breasts the size of grapefruits. I had never seen her fully naked, at least not since we were kids and we played you show me yours and I’ll show you mine, but I had seen her in only a bra and panties a few rare times. One thing I noticed when I got home was that she took to walking around the house in just that a lot more than she used to. She didn’t seem to mind if I noticed. It embarrassed me, but I supposed I deserved this sort of torture since during my high school days I had often walked around the house in nothing but my boxers and perhaps a t-shirt at night. I am ashamed to say that she did walk in on me a number of times when I was masturbating back then; my door had no lock on it. However, I had always been quick to cover up as the door was opening, so I never knew whether she fully caught me or not. Though I can think back on one time when I was completely naked that I’m sure she caught me on, as I didn’t have much to cover up with. These incidents were never mentioned.

I had never caught her doing anything similar though. I don’t think she really discovered the joys of sex until college. She was a big prude in high school. She wasn’t giving up anything if she didn’t want to; she acted like she didn’t need any type of sexual pleasure. She simply wanted a trophy boyfriend, who fit all of her qualifications to display to all the world. She was always very strong willed, and sure of herself. Despite her looks I never really had to worry about her, as she was more than capable of taking care of herself. However, just because I didn’t have to worry about her doesn’t mean I didn’t. I was irrationally jealous of her boyfriends though I didn’t like to admit it to myself at the time. It hurt that they were usually so much different from the type of guy I was. Thinking about the way this made me feel had often made me want retch. It was a reminder to me that I might want something despicably sick. I didn’t want to face that.

When I came home from college though, I couldn’t help but think about it more and more, especially when she walked around in nothing but her bra and panties. Her breasts had grown a bit from high-school; she’d been pretty near flat-chested then. Suddenly picturing her naked became easier and the idea became more real to me. I brushed these thoughts aside whenever I talked to her. I was very good at hiding my feelings. Even my jealousy of her boyfriends came off as a genuine brotherly concern for her. As she started dating guys who were more like me, the jealousy did ease a little bit, but it was still there (just well hidden). She would often come to me for advice whenever she had any kind of problem, and that included problems she had with her boyfriends. I have a very analytical mind and am very honest with my opinions, though I lose all perspective when dealing with my own problems. I’ve been told by almost everyone I’ve ever known that I give excellent advice, and when giving her advice I was surprisingly able to distance myself from the situation and assess things accurately and dispassionately.

We grew closer after I came home from college. She would help me pick out clothes and told me about all the good clubs I could go to in the city with my friends. She even got me into a couple of places for free. She never really introduced me to too many of her friends though. It had always been like that between us though. She had her world and I had mine. The world we shared in the middle seemed to belong only to us, and nobody else was allowed in. There seemed to be an unspoken rule that our two separate worlds avcılar escort were never allowed to meet.

Two years after I’d first come home to begin law school at a local university, which was also in the city near hers’, our semesters had ended and she was home for winter break. I was living at home, as I couldn’t afford to pay for a place in the city, and my parents weren’t paying for a dorm during law school when I was perfectly capable of commuting from home. My sister was still an undergraduate so she was allowed to stay in a dorm. I worked part time for my uncle during the day, and went to school at night. I was enjoying the break, as I liked finally having my nights free again.

One night I was in my room watching TV when my sister barged in wearing only a towel. This was a new experience for me. She stood there talking to me as if not a thing in the world was out of the ordinary, asking me if she could borrow a movie to watch with her latest boyfriend that night. This unsettled me, but I didn’t let it show. I didn’t want to help this guy have fun with my sister, but I did want to help my sister out. I didn’t want to come off like an asshole after all, so I said she could and she bent down with her ass to me to look through my dvd collection which was in a case that I had lying on the floor. I got the first glimpse of my sister’s womanhood since she was a little girl. This was highly unsettling. That beautiful pink slit was practically wiggling in my face and there was nothing I could do about it. She didn’t seem to notice what she was doing, she just kept going though the collection, as if everything were normal. Finally she picked out a movie and thanked me for it. However, when she left he house that night, she forgot to take it with her. The movie was “Cruel Intentions”.

I didn’t know what to think about this. Like I said earlier, I lose all perspective when it comes to analyzing my own problems. I didn’t know whether she was hinting at something, or just simply oblivious. She could have been teasing me too. I didn’t know. She hadn’t shown the slightest hint that she was aware of what she was doing, yet it was a very odd thing to do and she’d never done it before. Furthermore, I couldn’t think of any reason why she couldn’t change and then look for a movie. She had claimed that she didn’t know what she wanted to wear, but that seemed a weak excuse. I came to the conclusion that she must simply have been teasing me.

Over the next week or so I decided to pay her back by making her uncomfortable. I would walk into her room in only a towel and ask he questions before I went out. I would also conveniently not close the bathroom door the entire way when taking a leak. She fought back walking around in only a bra and panties half the time and coming in to talk to me in only a towel a couple more times. She would also conveniently forget to close the door when she was taking a leak sometimes. Neither of us ever walked in on the other. It was almost like a game; the first one to walk in on the other gave in to temptation and lost.

For New Years Eve my mother and father went to New York City and got a hotel room near Times Square. They had met on New Year’s Eve thirty years earlier, and they wanted to celebrate. Their favorite musician was playing at Madison Square Garden that night, so they decided to go to New York City and make a night of it, which left my sister and me alone in the house, though we each had plans to go out with our friends later. I was just getting through showering that night, when my sister barged into the bathroom, not caring that I was completely naked, and demanding that it was her turn to shower. I told her to get out and I’d be done when I’d be done. She wasn’t having any of it though; she was going to use the shower now and that was it. I told her that I was şirinevler escort in it, and that was tough for her. She would just have to wait. I was wrong. She left the room and came back a moment later completely naked. Then she walked into the shower, pressed herself against me, reached behind me and found her bar of soap. After that she started washing herself as if it were a perfectly normal thing to do.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing” I demanded.

“What’s the matter big brother, I’m sure I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.”

“You’re my sister. You can’t do this.”

“Why not, I’m just taking a shower. We’re not doing anything else.”

“God damn it, that’s enough! I give. You win. Stop teasing me. You can’t do this! You can’t do this unless…” I cut off. Oh shit. I’d gone too far.

“Unless what dear brother?”

“Nothing.” I looked away.”

“Unless, I mean it.” She said reaching for my head with both her hands.

She turned my face to hers, and I could now see her blue eyes burn with passion. Pulling my head down, she then kissed me passionately. Her tongue found mine, and we started thoroughly making out. Her warm soft lips felt so good on my own, and her tongue tasted so great. I wanted to devour her mouth in my own. I wanted to take her into me, to become one with her. The feeling was so intense it nearly consumed me. Her breats were pressed tightly against my chest as we stood there togather holding eachother in a passionate embrace. I was reverting, slowly, to my darker self. Just when I thought I would no longer be able to stop myself from ravaging her right then and there, she broke the kiss and said breathlessly, “I mean it.”

We went back to kissing and our hands started to explore each other’s bodies. Mine went slowly down her back to cup her firm supple ass, then around to play up her stomach, and up to fondle her tits. They reached her face and stroked it caressingly as I broke the kiss and began to kiss my way down her body starting with her tits. I went all the way down her legs before finally coming up to her gorgeous little slit with the tiny V of hair above it. Her entire body shivered as I began to lick her clit. She was dripping wet down there and it wasn’t just from the shower water. She let out wonderful gasps, and moans, which spurred me on with even more vigor. I started fingering her as I licked her clit searching for the all important g-spot. I found it and she exploded. Her moans grew louder and louder as she came closer and closer to climax, until finally she started screaming, “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH SHIIIIIIT AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHH! OHHHH! OH!” Her juices poured into my mouth and down my chin. I devoured them eagerly.

Her screams had sent me over the edge though. I needed her right then and there.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said recovering, “but…”

I didn’t wait for the rest. In a moment I was up with my penis poised to penetrate her womanhood. The next moment it was in, and she let out a gasp. I pushed her back against the wall and started fucking her relentlessly. I had to have her. Her box was so wet and tight. I slid easily in and out. The sensation was heaven. She started moaning again soon and my lips once again went to hers in a passionate lustful kiss. She was pushing back in rhythm with me now, and we were both trying desperately to get off. It lasted a half hour, with us shifting our bodies into different positions at certain points during the whole thing, before I finally made her come again. I could feel the shivers running down her spine as her box gripped down hard on my Johnson, causing me to shoot a huge load into her wonderfully soft and tight hole.

We both sank to the floor then and started kissing each other once more. This time the kiss was more loving. I could see her affection for me in her eyes, and I’m sure she could see my affection for her all over my face. We had just taken our relationship to a dangerous new level, and the future was very uncertain, but there was one thing we both knew; at that moment, we were both more content than we’d ever been in our entire lives.

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(Author’s Tribute: I would like to thank the author of the letter in Fiesta Readers’ Letters Volume 2, Page 66 which this story was developed from. I am very sorry that I don’t have any further details but just to say, I may have never written for Literotica at all if it wasn’t for this letter. Many thanks. $.)

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The boy was a typical teenager. Though in his last year of school, instead of worrying about what he would be doing next year in term of going to college or going out to work; ever since his hormones took over, most of the time, all he could think about was sex. In the last year, he had found that he was growing like a beanstalk and was rapidly approaching the six-foot mark. Though still thin, he was starting to fill out but not just his body. His cock had somehow turned from a small worm into a fat slug overnight. And that was when it was soft. Fully erect, it stuck out like some curved pole. He was quite proud that when he had a really big hard-on, his hand could just encompass its circumference. He also managed to measure its length once and found it just came over 9 inches. The kids at school took the mick but he didn’t care. They weren’t the ones who were going to give a girl shagging of her life (once he had found one to take his damn virginity).

Lately he found that his sexual urges were getting more and more powerful. Not only did he have to wank first thing in the morning, he also started doing the same as soon as he got home from school and, of course, before he went to sleep at night. Not only that but he found that he was steadily taking longer to cum as his experience grew. More and more often, he risked being late for school and it was only his mum banging on the door to tell him to get up forced him out of bed, with an aching erection still waiting to be satisfied.

School had one major problem: it was an all boys’ school. No girls at all. Nor did he know any girls of his age. Yes, there were women there but they were teachers. The chances of shagging one of them were practically nil (though there were a few he could easily have a go at).

As time went on, he got more obsessed. He finally got to a point where he was sizing up every female (girl or woman) he saw. No one was safe from his gaze. This eventually included his mother.

For the last few months, ever since his birthday, the boy had started taking notice of her. She was a statuesque woman who was in her early forties. Still reasonably attractive (though a little old for his tastes), he knew that she was not having any sex since his father had died 10 years ago and she had not been involved with anyone since.

However, he didn’t become obsessed with her until that fateful day when he came home from school early. He had just slipped into the house when he saw his mother, stark naked apart from a towel wrapped around her head, coming out of the bathroom. That was when he found out what a big woman his mother was. Well-fleshed than fat. He watched how her big milky-white breasts swung heavily as she walked, her large but shapely arse swaying back and forth. Suddenly, the boy found that he had a pillar of granite inside his trousers like never before. Once in the sanctity of his bedroom, he had to wank himself three times before his erection died.

After that every time the boy saw her, he instantly got an erection and every time he masturbated, his mother was the woman he fantasised about. When she was not looking, he would lustily gaze at her, noting how her big breasts jutted against her dress or blouse. Since the weather was hot at the moment, she would often have a few buttons of her top undone and sometimes he would be lucky enough to get a flash of her heavily laden bra.

For as long as he could remember, him and his mother would spend a fortnight each year visiting his aunt and uncle, the aunt being his mother’s best friend since childhood.

It was boiling hot on the first day of their visit, so his mother decided to go swimming at the local beach. The boy was only too happy to go with her, eager to see more of her body. As they came out of the water, he could not help but notice that his mother’s wet swimming costume was clinging to her body. She wore an old-fashion one-piece suit and the soaked cotton material was moulded against her figure. He couldn’t help but take in her big shapely breasts, the large nipples perky like fingertips. Below, between her thighs, a very prominent and bulging cunt mound was sculpted by the waterlogged costume, the very split of her quim visible as the material was tight against her crotch as if drawn in by suction. Immediately, images of his mother naked coming out of the bathroom that day came back to him as the boy stared at the female goodies displayed by his mother. To his embarrassment, he realised his mother had noticed him looking at her and that he had a hard-on which he was trying to hide. She looked away, clearly embarrassed herself.

Nothing was said and that evening, his mother, his aunt, his uncle and halkalı escort he all went out for a meal. After they had got back to the house, he decided to go straight to bed while the others stayed downstairs for a nightcap (or two).

In bed, the boy felt a twinge in his loins as he remembered the incident on the beach. He had already shot off two loads of spunk into the air and his cock was started to get sore. But he still felt horny.

He had been tossing and turning in bed for about half an hour and when a light tap on his door and his mother peeped in. She wore a flowered dressing gown and her reddish brown hair was unpinned to hang down over her shoulders. Immediately, he felt his penis starting to stir back into life. Sitting beside him on the bed, she asked what he was reading, how he was finding the holiday and other small talk. Her scent filled his nostrils and sent his head spinning, such the fairness of her face, sprinkled with attractive freckles, that her full soft lips seemed red as cherries. He could also smell the drink on her breath and seeing the slightly glazed look in her eyes, he realised that she was slightly drunk.

“Are you too old for your old mother to still kiss you goodnight?” she asked.

Well, she hadn’t kissed him goodnight for several years and he eagerly lifted his head up for her to kiss him, his cock now a huge thick pillar throbbing painfully under the bed sheets.

The boy couldn’t stop himself, as his mother went to kiss him on the cheek; he found his mouth on hers. He was surprised that she didn’t pull away. Instead, the kiss lingered for a long moment, her lips soft and sweet. When he heard his mother mutter “Oh!”, still making no attempt to move away from him, he found himself putting his arms around her; pushing his tongue to her lips and feeling her mouth slowly open, her body trembling. Their kissing continued, getting more and more passionate. The boy now on automatic, driven on by his huge throbbing hard-on, he slipped his hand inside her dressing gown and cupped and squeezed one of her big heavy breasts.

“Oh, honey,” she moaned and he saw her glance at the tent in his sheets made by his rampant hard-on.

Suddenly she pulled away from him.

“Noooo! This is wrong!” she cried out.

“Mum?” the boy said, all bewildered. But his mother tore herself away and fled from his bedroom. He never felt so horny, so frustrated. Though still a virgin, he had kissed and fondled girls his own age, but his mother’s kisses and the feel of her body was the best he had ever known. Now she had left him with a raging cockstand. It never felt so huge or hard. It was if his cock was made out of granite.

God! He wanted so much to fuck her, fuck her so badly. Even in his lust-driven mind, a small voice told him that it was wrong to do such a thing, that the chances were his mother would throw him out for daring such a thing. He could lose everything and what if his uncle and aunt heard? But he had wanted her for too long and his need to fuck his own mother overpowered everything else.

With his erection throbbing painfully, he got up out of a bed and tiptoed along to her room. Not wishing to risk announcing himself with a knock at the door, he went in to find her sitting before her dressing table brushing her long hair.

When she turned, her eyes were wide as she glanced at the tent raising from his groin. Her large breasts tits jutted out against her nightie.

“What are you doing here? You should be in bed.”

Ignoring what she was saying, the sex-crazed teen moved across the room to where she was now standing.

“No, you mustn’t. It’s not right!” she protested as he took her in his arms. His body pressed into her yielding flesh and his upstanding prick pressed hard against her plump cunt.

“I’m your mother. Oh! This is so wrong …(umph) ” She gasped as he forced his mouth onto hers. The boy could feel her resolve weakening as he started rubbing his thick stiff shaft up and down against her cunt mound, which pressed back then began to push back meeting his thrusting.

He guided her across the room and lowered her over the bed, her legs dangling to the floor.

“Let him see you, I want to see you naked,” he said, pleadingly, desperate to see her fully naked.

As he pulled at her nightie, he could feel that she actually raised her bottom and lifted her arms so that her lovely body was quickly revealed. Before him her big heavy breasts hung down and he buried his face between them, clasping each globe and sucking hard at the nipples.

She fell back so that her opened thighs were directly opposite his face. The cunt hair on her mound was a ginger bust, curling about a parted slit that pouted and showed the dew of aroused lubrication. The boy put his mouth to it and sucked the lips, his tongue piercing the warm wet recess.

His mother raised her knees, gripping his head and pushing her cunt against his face, muttering, murmuring and sighing, aroused beyond caring as the taksim escort boy sucked and chewed on her cunt lips.

“(Oh God) this is so wrong,” his mother moaned, “But it’s been so long. Oh do it, honey. I want it so much. Do it, do it. Fuck me!”

The boy felt a shiver as he realised that his mother was actually asking him to have sex with her, and to use the word fuck. He’d never heard his mother even say damn before. He went between her legs and groaned as he felt her grip his stout shaft between thumb and forefinger, guiding it to her quim.

The sensations the boy felt as he slowly pushed his aching penis into his mother’s vagina almost blew his mind. He could feel the rippled walls of her wet sheath slide tightly down his engorged erection as he slid inside. He couldn’t believe it, he was finally fucking.

The boy’s mother groaned as if in great pleasure and moved her pelvis forward to receive his full length, feeling the knob enter her womb.

“(unnngh) Christ! You feel enormous!” she gasped, making her son tremble even more.

Finally he had penetrated her up to his balls, her cunt channel was tight yet comfortable, moist and warm.

“Oh Mum, ” the boy moaned, “This feels so good. I do love you. Tell me you love it up you.”

“(oooh) Oh my God! I do, you naughty boy,” his mother whispered back. “(oooooh) Oh it’s so lovely, but terrible what we are doing! We mustn’t, we shouldn’t.”

All the same, her legs locked behind his knees and her buttocks lifted from the bed in great heaves.

“Oh Jesus Christ! It feels so good! Oh my baby, you feel so good. So big and hard.”

Getting more turned on by the minute, the boy started returning his mother’s thrusts, first pulling halfway out of her hole before ramming his entire erection back into her up to the hilt.

“Oooh! I’m cumming, CUMMING! Push harder, baby. Shove it right up!”

Such was her frenzy, he felt she was going to buck him off her but clasped tight by her hands and legs. Unable to hold back, he thrust his thick erection into her up to the root and held himself there. He listened to his mother groan as the mouth of her cunt stretch impossibly around the base of the boy’s huge shaft, and unable to hold back anymore, he started squirted his potent baby-making sperm into her cunt, her womb again and again.

Finally, with both of them gasping, they both rolled apart.

His mother pulled a sheet across her nakedness as if ashamed to let him see her breasts and vagina.

“Oh my God! What have we done?” she said terrified, “You must leave at once! What if we were heard?”

With the lust gone, the boy realised what he had done. With a sob, he ran out of her bedroom back to his own.

In the darkness, the boy just lay there in his bed. His mind was at war. A part of him was disgusted at what he had done. He had raped his own mother. The other part enjoyed it. Not so much the actual raping but the fact he had finally fucked someone. His own mother in fact. Finally after what seemed like hours, exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep

When he woke up the next morning, he remembered what happened the night before. He could not believe what he had done. He had fucked and came inside his own mother. The same mother who had looked after him all his life, especially after his father had died. How could he have done it? Sure he had fantasised about her but he was sure a lot of boys his age did that. Doing it in real-life was something altogether different. At first he blamed his mother. She did come into his room after all and allowed him to kiss and fondle her. But that was no excuse. She was his mother and he should respect her, not lust after her. Besides she had been drunk.

He lay there in bed thinking what had happened last night. He could not help but to picture her underneath him as he roughly fucked her. The feeling of her cunt wrapped tightly around his cock. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he became and the less guilty he felt. He suddenly realised that more anything, he wanted to fuck her again, despite the dangers, despite her protests.

Trembling with lust, he pulled back the bed covers, he quickly fished out his now aching erection and started to fondle it. As his passions mounted, he started to stroke himself harder and harder, reliving the moments when he was lustily fucking his parent. With a large groan, he came, shooting large spurts of white cum into the air.

As soon as he felt satiated, the guilt returned.

Getting washed and dressed, he went downstairs for breakfast and found his mother wasn’t there. His aunt informed him his mother was a little under the weather. It was obvious that his mother could not face him after what he had done to her. Feeling ashamed, he decided to spend the morning down at the beach.

That afternoon, when his aunt and uncle were out for a local race meeting in Blackpool, he tapped at her bedroom door. The guilt was still there and he was also worried that he may have hurt her.

“Who şişli escort is it?” A voice said softly on the other side of the door.

“It’s me.” The boy replied.

There was a pause and then she told him to come in.

She was lying in bed, her face wet with tears. On seeing him, she pulled herself up so that she was sitting upright. Immediately the boy’s gaze fell onto his mother’s breasts as they swelled out against the fabric of her nightdress. He groaned inwardly as he felt his prick lurch within his pants. Tearing his eyes of her boobs, he sat next to her on the bed.

She looked at him. “I am so sorry.” She said and then she burst out crying again.

His lust forgotten, the boy took her in his arms.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked.

His mother suddenly stopped sniffling as she said: “It was so wrong we did last night, what I allowed us to do.”

Hearing the angst in her voice, the boy pulled her head to his chest, his remorse suddenly overpowering his feelings of desire.

“It’s not your fault. It’s was mine. I r-r-raped you.” He said.

On hearing that, his mother pulled her head back and looked straight up at him.

“No! Don’t ever say that!” she said with force, “You are young and could not help yourself. I have forgotten how lusty boys — I mean young men your age can get.” Then she added “BUT you never raped me.”

With a surprising show of strength, she pulled the boy’s head against her bosom.

“Please, sweetheart. Please don’t ever think that. It was my fault! I should have never have gone to your room.”

“But Mum, “protested the boy, “If I didn’t come to your bedroom after and…”

“No darling, “interrupted his mother, “You did not rape me.” She pulled his head tighter to her chest. “It is not if I put up much of a fight.”

They said nothing for a few moments. The boy felt his mother’s large chest against his face. Images of her breasts naked appeared in his mind and he felt his arousal starting to overpower his feelings of guilt.

“Oh, Mum. I-I-I know I shouldn’t say this.” And then he paused.

His mother lifted his head up. “Yes, honey.” She said, looking into his face with concern. She had stopped crying by now.

He looked at her. Christ! She looked so good. So horny. So fuckable. Taking a deep breath he said: “It did feel so good. I-I-I never thought it would feel so good.”

Seeing his mother’s mouth in surprise, he quickly added “But if I hurt you in anyway…”

She looked at him for a few seconds before replying.

“Oh my God, No,” she admitted, “You did not hurt me. Not at all. In fact…” she caught herself before she said anything further. His cock sprung to a full erection as he realised that his mother almost admitted that she had enjoyed last night.

She had enjoyed their fuck.

She then looked up at him. “But it was so wrong what we did.”

“But it felt so good.” The boy said again.

“But it was wrong. I am your mother and you are my son. We shouldn’t do things like that — no matter how good it feels.” She said.

The boy’s face was only inches away from his mother’s. He studied his mother’s lips. Christ! He wanted to kiss her. He had to kiss her. That thought caused his stone-hard erection to throb even more painfully.

“Mum? Can I kiss you.” He blurted out.

She looked at him and then offered her cheek.

“N-no.” he stammered, “I want to kiss on the lips.”

“What?”, she said looking up at him in surprise.

“Please? Just this once.” he pleaded.

“No. It is not right.” Though to the boy’s ears, his mother sounded hesitant. Ignoring her pleas, he gently kissed her mouth. She did not kiss him back. He pulled away.

“Honey. Don’t” she gasped as he kissed her again.

“Honey..” a third kiss.

“No.” a fourth but this time he felt her return his kiss.

The fifth and her kiss was stronger.

He had won. Groaning, he brought his mouth firmly onto hers. His tongue snaking inside her mouth to duel with her own. He heard her moan as he grabbed hold of one of her breasts through the nightdress.

Trembling with lust, the boy pulled away and started undoing his trousers.

“That’s what you do to me.” the boy said, showing his mother his large throbbing erection, causing her to gasp, “Let me put it in again like last night. Pllleeeassee! You know it’s so nice.”

In anticipation, he pulled off his shirt, noting how she kept staring at his stiff erection. This time, he had a bit of a tussle to get off her nightdress. He wasn’t about to have it any other way and with kisses and pleas and endearments, he had her with the bedcovers pulled back, laid before him in all her glorious nudity. How he fondled and kissed her tits, inspected her cunt from close range, placing little kisses on the parted lips and inserting his tongue tip to lick her clitoris.

As he sucked her clitoris, the boy pushed one then two fingers into her now wet cunt. By now his mother was ardently responding to his caresses.

Suddenly, she got up, pushing the boy on to his back. Then quickly, almost desperately, she straddled him, positioning the opening to her vagina above the purple head of his hugely erect penis. In one swift movement, she impaled herself onto the prick of the boy, causing them both to cry out.

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Dinner was ready; Dave’s wife, Jenny, had sent him upstairs to fetch their daughter Sarah and her boyfriend Jake. Sarah had been dating Jake for over a year now; they’d met at college and instantly fell in love. Both were eighteen and their parents trusted them to be mature and responsible; they were in Sarah’s room, studying for their final exams.

The door was closed, all was quiet, so he knocked softly on the door, not wanting to startle them. He heard Sarah say “Come in.” so he pushed the door open. Dave stopped. Pinned to the wall, the girl he had brought up for thirteen years was naked and wrapped around her tanned boyfriend as he thrust into her. Her eyes were screwed tight, lips forced into a thin pale line as his cheeks clenched and her thighs gripped his waist.

Dave looked on, frozen, helpless, too embarrassed to say anything as his cock responded to the live porn show in front of him, tenting his sweat pants. Sarah came down from her orgasm; head dropping, eyes opening but unable to focus on the man in the doorway who backed out slowly and quietly closed the door.

“Dave!” Jenny shouted from downstairs, “Are they ready? Dinner’s on the table.”

“Just a sec love.” Dave shouted back, “Just been to the loo.” He heard scrambling from his daughter’s bedroom as they rushed to dress. He knocked on the door, a little louder than before.

“Won’t be long Dad.” Sarah sounded out of breath, “We’re just tidying up our notes.”

Without opening the door, Dave said “Okay.” and went back downstairs.

During dinner, Dave looked across the table at his daughter; she gave no indication that she’d seen him; no awkward looks or blushes. She’d seen him accidentally in the bath when she was twelve; only his top half, from his chest upwards; but she’d blushed for a week whenever their eyes met. Now though, it seemed like this was just his little secret with himself.

After dinner, they watched TV for a while, Jake stealing furtive glances at Sarah. Jake went home, kissing Sarah at the door as he left. Her cheeks flushed as she turned around and saw her father standing in the hallway. “Serious then?” he joked. “Do I need to buy your Mother a hat?”

“Dad?” She replied, embarrassed, “We’ve only been seeing each other eighteen months, I don’t think we’re quite ready for that.”

“A year and half? Already? Well I never.” Dave said. “We haven’t met his parents yet.”

“I have. They’re nice, but I think Jake thinks that you won’t approve of them.”

“We’re not that bad, are we?”

“Well…” Sarah bit her bottom lip, “They are a little… Unconventional.”

“Ahh.” Dave nodded, “Unconventional. Are they both little people?”

“No!” Sarah laughed, “They’re normal; just not what you’d expect.”

“Well that’s settled then.” Dave clapped his hands together. “My interest is piqued; you invite them here for dinner next Saturday and we’ll see just how unconventional these freaks are.” Sarah punched her dad’s shoulder then hugged him before going upstairs to her room.

“We’ll see.” She said as she dashed upstairs. Jenny was feeling friskier than usual tonight. Her hands wandered over Dave’s body until she found his semi-erect penis. He’d been thinking about Sarah; the way her face scrunched as she came, Jake’s cock thrusting into her, pursing her lips in a silent scream whilst her lover took her to the edge. He didn’t know what Jenny was thinking as she slipped beneath the covers and took him in her mouth.

Fully erect, Dave turned onto his back as Jenny climbed on top. She kissed him, tongue darting into his mouth as she lined herself up and impaled her slick pussy on his raging hardon. He’d never known her to be this wet before, or, for that matter, this horny. Head back, gasping for air, she grabbed handfuls of chest hair as she rode him through her second and third climaxes, falling forwards, breathless as she felt him swell; his cock falling from her as semen gushed over her buttocks and between her legs.

They lay together, kissing, regaining their strength. Dave hugged her tightly and kissed the tip of her nose. “Wow! What’s gotten into you?”

“Just a bit horny love.” Jenny replied. “Watching those two all lovey-dovey together reminded me how much I love you.” They kissed again; Jenny rolled off the bed and walked out of the bedroom. She absently wiped the cum from her buttock and licked her finger, savouring his saltiness as the bathroom door swung shut.

Dave sat up in bed, bed springs squeaked softly from his daughter’s room, followed by a breathless gasp. His mind wandered back to this evening’s scene; she looked so much like her mother, especially in the throes of passion. He’d never met or seen Sarah’s father; he’d disappeared before Sarah turned five. Jenny met Dave eight months later at a work event and they’d been inseparable since.

Sarah took to Dave immediately, calling him daddy well before Jenny said “I do.” in the Little White Chapel in Las Vegas, and he’d always thought of her as ‘his’ daughter. His feelings were pendik escort conflicted now though, their bond was strong, but until now, he’d never thought of Sarah as a sexual being. He lay back, thinking of how his daughter had grown, absently touching his hardening member as his wife returned to the bedroom.

“It’s getting late love.” She said, spotting him stroking his erect cock, she climbed back into bed and snuggled her bum into him. He reached over and caressed her soft breasts; she opened her legs, trapping his cock between her thighs, relishing the feeling of it rubbing her shaven lips as she humped back at him slowly, cum dripping down her thigh as it dribbled from his manhood, finally drifting off to sleep, softened and spent.

Dave dreamed of Jenny; he dreamt of the first time she stood in front of him, breasts bare, nipples hard, begging to be touched. He reached out, staring at them, cupping each one; flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She took a step back and he looked up from her shaven slit, across her flat tummy and pert breasts, his journey of adoration finally resting on his daughter’s eyes and soft lips. Sarah lifted her arms from her sides and beckoned him to come closer. He walked into her embrace, his hard cock pressed between their stomachs as their lips met. He took a second to realise that the lips he was kissing were those of his daughter’s and he tried to push her away. He woke, sweating, the duvet bunched in his hands, the panic subsiding as his breathing returned to normal.

In the next room, Sarah dreamed of Jake; his hot breath against her neck as she responded to his thrusts. Her legs tightening around his waist as he pushed himself into her and her father watched from the doorway with his cock in his hands. As Jake convulsed within her, she reached out to Dave; her slender fingers stretching out to touch him. Their hands met, Jake ceased to matter, melting away, replaced by Dave as her thighs gripped his waist and she threw her head back, mouth stretched in a silent scream. Waking with the duvet clamped between her thighs, Sarah grinned to herself; she sometimes thought of Dave as she played with herself. “Hell,” she thought, “Me and Mum are pretty similar, why shouldn’t we be attracted to the same type of men? Or even the same man?” She got out of bed and opened her bedroom door, Dave walked past her on the landing, yawning and stretching, his boxers bulged at the fly and Sarah subconsciously licked her lips. “Morning Dad” she said sunnily.

“Morning Pumpkin.” He replied, slightly startled he dropped his hands to save his dignity, but she couldn’t un-see what had been seen. She had seen it before though, when she was fifteen; she’d opened the door to the bathroom while her dad was sat on the toilet, his cock in his hands and his eyes screwed tight as he pumped himself towards climax. She felt the familiar tingle in her pussy as her hand snaked under the hem of her nightdress and she felt her wetness. Sarah closed the door and retreated to her bedroom, her finger not leaving her pussy until she’d satisfied herself. That tingle was back as her dad scurried to the bathroom, looking back at his daughter sheepishly as the door closed.

At breakfast, he looked over the table at his daughter, but she was either playing it cool or too embarrassed to look him in the eyes; truth was, she was confused. She loved Jake with all her heart; she felt butterflies in her stomach whenever she saw him; recently though, she felt different elsewhere when she looked at Dave. Last night’s hadn’t been the first dream she’d had of her step-father; there had been plenty more which had found her waking in a sheen of perspiration and a scratch needing an itch. This was, however, the first time she felt that she needed to act on what her heart and body were telling her; even if the mind knew it was wrong.

She decided to think it over properly; see how she felt in a week or two, and if anything happened after that, it was fate. Dave tried hard to suppress his feelings for Sarah; telling himself that he was Sarah’s guardian, her protector and most of all, her father. The feelings he had for her at this moment were morally wrong, and that his attraction to her, was only because she had become a woman, and so like her mother, that it would be impossible for him not to be attracted to her.

For the next week, both Dave and Sarah attempted to return to normal, not knowing each other’s internal struggles. Sarah hoped that Dave would walk in through the door again as Jake pounded her; orgasms ripping through as she felt her father’s eye’s upon her in the doorway. Dave, watching TV with Jenny, found it hard to concentrate as he fought to stay in his seat, desperately wanting to rush upstairs and press his ear against the wall or watch through the keyhole. He didn’t notice Jenny absently stroking her labia through her panties as she listened intently for her daughter’s muffled screams.

That night, and every night after Jake visited Sarah, Jenny would go to bed horny and in need kağıthane escort of hard cock. Sarah had told her mother about what her boyfriend’s wondrous penis did to her. At first, Jenny thought it was just Sarah’s infatuation with him; thinking that Jake was her first; he hadn’t been, but he had been her biggest. Jake had reached places that the other boys could only dream of; had taken her to heights of pleasure she had never experienced before. Sarah, having seen the outline of Jake’s penis through his shorts as it hung down his leg, could only imagine what it looked like in the flesh. “Jake’s father must be pretty well endowed himself.” she thought, “Black men usually are.”

Saturday came; Jake’s father knocked on the door and Jenny answered. “Good evening,” he said, holding out his hand, “We’re Jake’s parents.” Jenny took the hand, shocked.

“C… Come in.” She stammered. “Pleased to meet you.” Jenny stepped back, taking their coats and kissing cheeks as they filed past. Jake looked embarrassed, his dark skin a stark contrast to the paleness of both his parents.

During dinner the conversation flowed like they’d been friends for years; there was no mention of Jake’s obvious mixed heritage until the kids retired upstairs to study. Talk faltered as Jenny tried to address the elephant in the room. “S… So, how long have you been married?” She finally asked, hearing the door lock upstairs.

“Eighteen very happy years.” Brian, Jake’s father answered, “You two?”

“Oh, we’ve been together for thirteen.” Jenny said, her confidence returning. “Dave is my second husband. Sarah’s father ran off when she was five.” Dave smiled back at Brian.

“We’ve only been married the once.” Nicole, Jake’s mother said, “You couldn’t live without me, could you sweetie?” It was Dave’s turn to smile at Brian, who was blushing.

“So.” Jenny asked awkwardly, “Did you adopt Jake?” Dave’s jaw dropped, Brian and Nicole grinned.

“What the…?” Dave mouthed at his wife.

“Oh no!” Nicole said, her face lighting up. “He’s all mine.” Dave and Jenny looked at Nicole with disbelief.

“We went to Jamaica on our honeymoon.” Brian started to explain. “Nicky here has a penchant for black studs.”

“And I thought I’d give Bry a little treat, while I got myself a big one.” Nicole’s grin spread from ear to ear. “He had fantasies of being cuckolded, so I made it come true. Nine months later we were in the delivery room taking bets on the baby’s colour, you were ever so randy that week love, but that black sperm just beat you to it.”

“And she doesn’t know which one knocked her up, do you sweetie?” Brian said happily.

“Not a clue love. It could have been any one of them. Four in one night, Brian tied to a chair while they all had their way with me. Every night that week I was on my back with someone plugging away in one hole or another. I was so sore on that flight home.” The thoughts that ran through Dave’s mind were disturbing. He stared; slack-jawed, as Nicole rattled off her experience. “Had my tubes tied after Jake was born. They’d done some damage, and I didn’t want another ruining my fun.”

“So, you’re still…” Dave cleared his throat, “active?”

“Oooh yeah!” Nicole said, surprised. “I don’t ever want to stop. As long as it’s clean, long, thick and black, it’s always got a place in me. And Brian loves clean up duty.” Brian’s smile was nearly as wide as his wife’s.

“Does Jake know?” Dave asked.

“He found out the hard way.” Brian’s smile faltered. “He came home early from school and found me in the kitchen making a cup of tea, while his mother was fucking a black stud upstairs. He’s come to terms with it, sort of.”

“It’s like an addiction.” Jake’s voice cut through the tension from the doorway. “Me and Dad just have to live with it. You know, once you go black and all that jazz.” Sarah stood behind Jake, her hair was dishevelled, his softening cock was pushing at his trouser leg; Jenny tried not to stare, her eye’s darting to the impressive length, there wasn’t any wonder why her daughter’s hair was so messed up.

“Tonight has been lovely.” Nicole said, standing up. “We must do it again, if these two lovebirds decide to stay the course.”

“Definitely.” Dave said, kissing Nicole farewell, “It’s been a pleasure.”

They waved from the front door as Jake and his parents drove away. “Definitely unconventional.” Dave said as he hugged Sarah’s shoulder. He thought he detected the scent of his daughter’s recent activity, but it could have been his wife’s arousal as she pressed herself against his back, waving her a hand over his shoulder; the air was thick with pheromones.

Sarah turned, Dave’s hand dropped from her shoulder and brushed past her stiff nipple, she felt a tingle in her pussy as a spark from leapt from his fingertip, electrifying her senses and causing her to shudder. They looked at each other, Dave saw hunger in Sarah’s eyes; it seemed like a lifetime, but the spell maltepe escort was broken by Jenny, playfully slapping her husband’s bum. “I am well and truly bushed.” Jenny said, turning towards the stairs. “I’m off to bed.”

“I’ll lock up down here and I’ll be with you in a sec.” Dave said, reaching past his erection for the keys in his pocket.

“I’ll check the windows are closed.” Sarah said, glancing at her father’s keys and the prominent bulge in his trousers below them.

Dave saw his daughter’s look; he looked down at her breasts, covered only in a t-shirt, nipples testing the cotton and his resolve; daring him to reach out and touch them. His hand gripped his keys, the sharp metal digging into his palms as she walked away, her shapely behind swaying hypnotically. Doors and windows locked, she caught up to him on the stairs and kissed him good night, his hand resting on her hip momentarily, both of them fighting the urge to kiss again, not only fearing that the other would reject them, but afraid they would lose control. “Honey!” Jenny called from the bedroom, “Are you coming to bed? I’m lonely.” Sarah and Dave parted guiltily; he patted her bum as she hurried to her bedroom.

“Night princess.” He whispered.

“Good night Dad.” She blew him a kiss; he caught it, and then disappeared into his own room smiling.

“Anything I should know about?” Jenny asked curiously.

“I thought you knew everything.” He said, sliding into bed next to his naked wife. She slid underneath the covers, finding him already hard; she licked his length and rolled a condom on.

“We have to be careful this week.” She said, impaling herself on his covered cock. It might have been her imagination, she could have sworn he was bigger; but she was thinking about Jake as she came. Sarah thrust her one year anniversary present, a silicone cast of her boyfriend’s erect cock inside herself, as her mother tried not to scream out Jake’s name on the other side of the thin wall.

As the week wore on Sarah’s exams loomed large and sex was the last thing on her mind; revision began in earnest, both parents helping as much as they could. Jake, his own exams to study for, came around less; both daughter and mother missed him being around, although Sarah had something with which to physically remember him by.

It was while Sarah was at college, taking an exam, that Jake called round. “She’s not in, Jake.” Jenny said. She’d finished work early and wasn’t expecting visitors, dressed only in pyjama bottoms and a light camisole which showed off her impressive bosom. “Do you fancy a cup of tea?” She asked, surprising herself as the words tumbled from her lips.

“Sure.” Jake said, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, although he’d never been alone with Sarah’s mum before. He stole glances at her breasts, unhindered by her bra, as they swayed beneath the sheer fabric whilst she brewed the tea. Sat next to her at the breakfast bar, he could see her nipples pushing at the thin material. As he lifted the mug to his lips, she took the opportunity to look at his crotch and found herself reaching out to put a hand on his leg.

“Wha…” Jake said, but realised that she wasn’t listening; Jenny was too busy stroking his impressive length through his jeans. She stood up from the stool, standing between his legs, his mouth open in shock as she kissed him. He kissed her back; their tongues duelling as she fumbled with his belt. He raised a hand and tentatively squeezed her breast, feeling the nipple harden under his thumb. She gasped as he tweaked it, finally freeing his belt; she yanked his button fly open and pulled him to her. Standing, his jeans fell to the floor and she followed them, kneeling before him as his cock yearned to be free of his boxers. She yanked them down and he had a second to stop her as she looked up at him, her eyes almost pleading for him to say “No, I can’t, your daughter is my girlfriend!” But the lust resurfaced before he could say a word.

With a hand gripping his shaft, she ran her tongue around his bulbous head. He shivered as her tongue touched his balls, and then travelled his length before swallowing him. Jake was longer than Dave, but not quite as thick; he nearly lost control as Jenny easily deep-throated him, her lips over half way down his shaft and her hand massaging his balls. After less than a minute, he couldn’t go on; he grabbed her hair as she squeezed base of his cock, making sure he didn’t choke her with his monster; spurt after spurt of semen hit the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow, or be drowned in a torrent of cum.

She removed his cock from her mouth, licked her lips as she stood up and grabbed his hands. “Quick!” She whispered, pulling him towards the stairs, he stepped out from his puddled jeans and followed, dumbstruck as she led him to her bedroom. At the edge of the bed she kissed him, pushed down her shorts and embraced him tightly, relishing in the feeling of his penis growing between them. Jenny sat on the bed and pushed herself backwards; leaning back and opening Dave’s bedside drawer, she retrieved a condom, bunching it in her clenched fist as Jake’s tongue tasted her and flicked her clit. Her back arched as she came, the condom tumbled to the floor, he crawled up her, kissing her body, suckling on her nipples, cock teasing the entrance to her womanhood.

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It was a normal Friday evening, Mom was out with her Canasta group and I had stopped over to have a dinner and movie night with my Daddy.

I came over right after work and was still in my dull professional clothes. I yelled hello to my father as I dashed upstairs and grabbed one of his old button down flannels to change into. I so hated my regular work clothes and was looking forward to a quiet comfortable evening. The shirt was nice and long so with just my panties and shirt I stared to head back down stairs. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and stopped to fix my hair up a bit. Looking at myself in the mirror I got a little bit of pride, I had recently started swimming during my lunch break and the work was really paying off. At 21 I’m only 5 ft 3 and have full C breasts. My legs were looking nice and slender and I turned, picking up the shirt, to check out my now very tight ass. Turning back I flipped my long brown hair back and undid some of the buttons on the shirt. My cleavage was quite impressive and just looking at myself I stared to get a little turned on. I’d always liked being watched, even if it was just me doing the watching. My nipples stood out through the now thin with ware flannel and I thought, damn if I had a boyfriend at the moment I could really drive him nuts teasing him with this big old shirt on at the moment. I pulled myself back to reality though, I had always had trouble finding a good enough guy, I was very specific in my taste, and I headed back down stairs while buttoning the shirt back up.

“Hi daddy” I said as I came into the kitchen. He was sitting at the table going through the days mail, he looked up when I came in.

“Hi princess, what movie did you pick for tonight, nothing too sappy I hope, I get enough of that with your mother” he joked.

“Don’t worry, I got a nice blood soaked one, something about a summer camp slaying or some such non-sense” I said “the sort of movie you would love” I winked

He got up, gave me a peck on the cheek and went to the fridge.. He pulled out a beer for each of us and suggested a chicken salad for dinner.

We discussed the week while he grilled the chicken and I cut the veggies. After the second beer dinner was ready and we sat at the table joking about the boy my sister had brought home last weekend. She really did have a knack for finding the highly dorky ones.

Daddy got up and started to put the dishes away. I watched him. For a man his age he was in great shape, even in dull old sweats and a T you could see he had a great body. He was graying and his hair line wasn’t what it used to be but he had this look of maturity and compassion about him. He had rough strong hands and a sun worn face but this twinkle in his eye that made him seem so young. Really what I wanted in a boyfriend was someone like him, which was probably why I was single I laughed at myself, not many real men like that around anymore and let’s face it, no one can compare to my Daddy.

“ok princess, ready for the movie?” he said grabbing two more beers and heading toward the living room.

“Sure thing” I said as I grabbed the movie and came in after him

He sat bakırköy escort on the sofa and popped his feet up on the coffee table (something he only did when Mom wasn’t around to nag him about it). I flicked the lights off and came to sit next to him.

My legs started to feel a little chilly so I grabbed a blanket, curled up with my head on his lap and waited for the teens at the camp to get splattered.

It was your typical slasher flick, lots of blood and lots of tits. But there was this one girl who, before she was spiked right through the middle with a broken boat oar had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen. Even Daddy had made some sort of noise at the sight of them.

“Damn ” I said taking the blanket off and sitting up “Those were some seriously nice tits”

He nodded, then remembered who he was talking with and said “That’s not a very appropriate comment given the present company is it?”

“Daddy” I said more softly “It’s just that I was thinking of having mine worked on, maybe making them a little bigger,, sort of like hers so I guess I was just looking for the opinion from a man’s point of view if those were really nice”

“Sweetie” he sighed “All breasts are nice as far as men are concerned, you are just fine the way you are, don’t worry about such silly things”

“I don’t know” I said and I undid the top few buttons on my shirt. Without even thinking I pulled my shirt aside and held my breasts. “Don’t you think they could be rounder or something?”

He looked over, eyes bulging, with his mouth open. He tried to maintain his Daddy calmness but as I saw him looking longingly at my breasts I realized then just how much I wanted him to keep looking at me and how badly I wanted his strong rough hands touching me. Immediately turned on I had to have him. I had to get my Daddy off.

“Princess, um, your breasts,, are just fine” he stammered and tried to look away “don’t you go thinking about surgery or anything, now let’s watch the rest of these kids get slashed”

But it was too late, I knew what I wanted and I wasn’t leaving until he gave it to me.

“But Daddy” I said in my most innocent voice as I took his hand and placed it on my breast “Feel how they isn’t as full as they could be, I’d like mine to be fuller, rounder.” I moved his hand across my nipple “Don’t you think they could be better, you know just from a man’s point of view” I said, acting as innocent as possible. The nipple he had just touched got hard almost instantly and as casually as I could I started to play with my other one to make it hard to. The look on his face told me that he was scared but that he didn’t want to take his hand off of me.

“Well,,, personally I prefer the natural type of breasts over those fake one’s, my reaction to that girl on the movie was more of one of surprise than attraction.” He kept his hand on me even tough I had let go of his hand, he was slowly starting to move his hand over his little girl’s tit. I took his other hand, swung around and straddled his lap. Now sitting back with my breasts almost at his eye level I placed his other hand on my other waiting breast. beşiktaş escort I undid the rest of the buttons on the shirt so that he could really see the whole breast and my tiny waist and little panties to boot.

“But the don’t seem very even, here feel” I said grabbing both his ands and thrusting them hard onto myself. He gasped. “No seriously Daddy hold each one in a hand and tell me if the are even”

He had now forgotten how to speak.

I titled my head to the side, took his hands and started to slowly move them over my nipples. Watching him just stare at me, watching my Daddy long to suck my titties, watching my Daddy squirm at being moral. I decided to let him off the hook, I took his hands off of my breast and ran them down my waist and onto my hips before I said “Well what do you think? Are they ok,, do you think men would like them better if I got them bigger?”

He came out of his trance when I moved to sit back next to him on the sofa.

“Um sweetie those are just fine, they are very nice actually and any man who got to be with you would appreciate them much more I think just as they are” He tried to sound very parental but his voice was shaking , and in his sweats I could see with out a doubt that I had made a good impression.

I lay my head back down on his lap “Thanks Daddy, I was always so shy about them, but if you say they are nice then I’ll leave it at that”

Shirt still undone and breasts still out I snuggled up feeling his hard cock against my cheek. He tried to wiggle into a different position but I just moved with him.

He stroked my hair, then my shoulders then my arms as we continued to pretend to watch the flick. I knew he wanted more, the throbbing against my cheek told me that. I put a hand on his leg and started to innocently draw imaginary circles on his leg moving up and down and closer to his quickly filling cock.. I danced my fingers across his balls and started down the other leg. He never moved, I’m pretty sure he was holding his breath.

Daddy ran his hand down my side, the shirt slipped over my back exposing my waist and hips to him. He ran his hand up and down my waist, over my arm and back through my hair.

I lifted my head slightly and put my hand over his cock, he gasped but didn’t say anything. I slipped two of my fingers over the top of his sweats and started to pull them down.

“Princess, what are you doing?” he finally asked.

“I feel bad daddy, I think this movie I picked has put you in this state, I just want to help”

As I pulled the pants down exposing the tip of his cock he said “It wasn’t the movie that daddy liked princess, but this isn’t right you need to stop”

He was saying stop but his hand was still running up and down my waist and over my belly dancing closer and closer to the top of my now wet panties.

“It’s ok Daddy,, You did most of dinner, I want to contribute something to tonight as well,, don’t worry it’s not like I’ve never done this before, you’ll like it and it will make you feel better.”

I slipped my tongue over the tip of his cock, he gasped

“Still sweetie, I’m your Daddy, beylikdüzü escort this is wrong”

“It’s not wrong for a girl to want to help her Daddy, now just relax and let me take care of you, I’ve been told I’m very good at this”

“I know you are” he said his breathing getting deeper and faster “I saw you with that boy you dated in high school in the back yard one time when I came home early. I have no doubt that you are very good”

His cock sprang free as I pulled his pants the rest of the way down.

I took his full cock in my hand and started to stroke it gently.

“You watched me suck him off?” I asked

“I saw you take him all the way in and I saw you drink ever drop that little boy had. It was such a waste I thought for someone as beautiful as you to be wasted on some silly kid who didn’t know what he was doing”

I took his cock into my mouth and listened to him gasp. He put one hand on my head and the other moved over my flat belly.

“I want a real man Daddy, a man who knows how to treat me, a man who knows how to make my pussy cum”

He moaned again. His hands felt so good on my body and he moved the one up to my breasts where he began to play with my nipples. This time I moaned.

“Do Daddy’s hands feel good on his little girl?” he asked

“MMMM” I moaned with his cock deep in my mouth. I started moving up and down faster

“Because my little girls mouth feels amazing on Daddy’s cock” he gasped as I took his full 9 inches down my neck.

I moved off the sofa, mouth still firmly sucking his cock and sat between his legs on the floor. I pulled his pants the rest of the way off and tossed them aside.

Taking his balls in my hand I massaged them gently as I continued to take his cock the whole way in and out of my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue around his thick head.

Pre cum was starting to form so I took my mouth off and licked it up while looking up at him. He was watching his cum stick from his cock to my tongue.

“Does this feel good Daddy?”

“Oh Fuck yea!” He moaned as I took his whole length back down. “that’s right princess, suck Daddy’s cock. Fill that pretty little mouth of yours with all of me.”

He moaned again, I could feel his balls getting tight

“Princess, princess, princess drink daddy’s juice” I squeezed his balls gently and felt his cum erupt into my mouth, shot after shot after shot. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved me all the way down.

As I looked up at him sucking the last drops of cum from his now softening cock I smiled.

“Was that good Daddy?”

“Oh princess, I’m so sorry I never should have done that, you are my little girl and daddy’s aren’t supposed to do that”

“but it’s what I wanted, I wanted to taste the seed from my Daddy,, the same seed he filled my mother with,, Daddy I wanted to take care of you, don’t be mad”

“Look” I said, standing up, pulling down my panties and taking one of his hands and rubbing it along my shaved wet pussy. “See. I wanted this, I liked this, I loved feeling your hands on me, knowing you were watching your little girl suck your cock, feeling your seed hit the back of my neck. I loved it Daddy”

“I’m not mad at you sweetie” He said while starting to rub my pussy “Right now though I think we need to decide how to take care of that wet little pussy of yours.”

I smiled as he took my hips and guided my pussy towards his waiting mouth.

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Satisfied that I had cleaned her vagina completely of our mutual orgasm, she finally lifted herself off my face, moved to my side and leaned down close to me on her hands and knees. As she approached, I didn’t know if she was going to kiss me, hug me or whisper in my ear.

Over the last two days, she had whispered to me numerous times, even though there was no one home to overhear us. I thought it was odd at first, but I began to understand why she was doing it while she sat on top of my face waiting for me to finish licking her pussy clean.

You see, her whispering wasn’t an attempt to keep someone from over hearing us as much as it was an overt act of intimacy and emphasis. Whispering forced us to be physically closer together, creating that additional level of intimacy and it made me pay attention better because I was interested in what she was going to say.

When she abruptly pulled me into the living room and told me to lie down without any explanation, my immediate obedience, in itself, was my formal acceptance and acknowledgment of my submission to her. But, she knew that same abruptness might scare me, so she used her whispers to reaffirm our intimacy and give me the scolding she thought was necessary at the time.

In a weird way, it made good sense to me, and as I looked back over the last two days, I recalled other times she had whispered to me and I had to agree that is was definitely effective in getting me to do what she wanted. Maybe this was her mother’s intuition or perhaps her experience with me as a child that caused her to use this technique, but regardless of the reason, it brought about the desired results. I didn’t fault her for it, either. I adored the intimacy her whispering created, and even while she was scolding me, my cock was growing harder and my excitement level was raising. I’m sure she was quite aware of that, too.

She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed at me. I hadn’t moved an inch from where she told me to lie down on the carpet. When I turned my head to look at her, she had that soft smile on her face and was nodding her head saying: “I’m impressed, Master Bobby.”

She went on to tell me that she was sorry for being rough with me, but when the opportunity presented itself for her to unexpectedly test my desire to be submissive, she had to see if I was serious about it. “What better way than to make you stop what you were doing, take control of you and then use your cock for my pleasure?” She said.

“You did well,” she continued, “you did exactly what I asked you to do and you still haven’t moved from the spot where I put you. You did an excellent job of cleaning up your mess and you even licked my backside. I didn’t expect you to do that — I just wanted to see if you would.”

She stretched out her arm and ran two fingers across my belly, making circles in the pool of pussy juice and cum that collected there. “Wow,” she said, “I think I might have let you enjoy that way too much, sweetheart. Look at all this cum? I thought you were supposed to be pleasuring me?” She smiled at me as she moved her fingers from the pool of messy goo up to my face. “Open.” She said.

Somehow, I expected this and as I opened my mouth, she put her finger tips in and said “Now suck.” I sucked her fingers, tasting my own cum as she smiled next to me. She pulled her fingers out and put them back in the pool of cum, covering them once again with our juices. When she moved her hand back toward my face, I obediently opened my mouth so she could put them in. “Oh, aren’t you the eager one?” She said. “Just like a baby bird waiting for mommy bird at feeding time.” But instead of feeding it to me, she put her fingers in her own mouth and sucked them clean as she continued to smile at me.

Withdrawing her fingers from her mouth, she put them back into the slimy mess and wiped them through the globs of sperm, coating her two fingers. As she moved them toward me, I opened my mouth again, but this time she stopped above my open mouth, holding her digits together as a drop of cum gathered at her finger tips. The drop became bigger and bigger as gravity pulled the cum down her finger, then shook precariously before it dropped into my mouth. Lowering her fingers between my lips, I began to suck them clean.

“Honestly sweetheart, if I would have known that putting you in panties would make you mind me this well, I would have done it years ago.” I glanced at her and she was smiling at me. Her comment cracked me up and I started to laugh. As I did, she moved from her position next to me and bent her head down over the pool of cum. She gathered her hair in one hand, held it back, bent her head all the way down and then proceeded to make long sweeping passes across my belly with her tongue, collecting the rest of the remaining cum in her mouth as she looked up at me. When she was done, she moved up and pressed her lips to mine. As we kissed, our tongues mixed the cum and saliva in our mouths until the taste and sticky feel of anadolu yakası escort it was gone.

Pulling back from our kiss, she remarked: “Baby, I don’t know why it is, but you have the best cum I’ve ever tasted, and that’s the truth. I almost wish I could have you stand in front of me everyday and masturbate into my mouth so I can get my daily dose of protein.”

“Hmm,” I answered, “be careful what you wish for, Mom, ’cause you know — you just might get it.” We both laughed, but deep inside, I made a mental note of her comment and promised myself I would take advantage of the opportunity when, and if it availed itself to me.

As our laughing died down, she settled on the floor next to me, propping her head up and running her hands over the silky baby-doll top I was wearing and fingering my nipples. “Can I ask you something, sweetheart?” She said.

“Of course.” I replied, turning to look at her.

“And will you promise to answer truthfully?” She asked.

“I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” I answered.

“Okay, then,” She replied. She took a few seconds to collect her thoughts and then she continued, saying: “How are you doing with all of this? What I mean is, since yesterday in the laundry room, we’ve been doing some pretty crazy things — some pretty nasty things, and I was just starting to get a little worried about how you were dealing with it, what was going through your mind and of course, what happens once your father and sister get home from their trip. So, are you shocked? Happy? Afraid? Confused? What did you like and what didn’t you like? We’ve kind of been on this sexual discovery voyage — not only you, but me, too. So, I kind of need to know what’s going on in your head.”

She pulled her hand away from my chest and brushed her long hair back over her shoulder and looked at me, waiting for my reply. I was a little confused why she was asking me those questions because I thought we had covered most of them already off and on the last two days, but maybe she needed to simply ‘stop’ and do a sanity check while we seemed to be enjoying the after glow of my first ‘official’ submissive experience. They were fair questions she asked, and I decided I would do my best to answer them truthfully.

“Honestly, mom,” I started, “I’ve enjoyed it very much. I keep waiting for you to tell me it’s over and we have to stop, but you haven’t done that….. yet. I know it’s coming, though. I guess I’m dreading that part.”

“Last night when I went to bed, I was a little afraid you thought I was gay or something because I was so interested in panties. I mean, I wore them all day when I didn’t have to, and I even wore them to bed…. but all fears about that went away when you came into my room this morning after they left. When you saw I still had them on, your reaction was everything I needed to make me feel confident. You seemed to be pleased with it, so I’m not worried about that anymore.”

“I am a little confused about what happens when dad and Linda get home. I’m not going to be able to forget that any of this happened, and I wouldn’t want to, either. I know you’re my mother, and I love you very much as my mother, but, now I also see you as a woman and I love you that way, too. I’m not sure I can just set those feelings aside when they walk in the door and pretend this didn’t happen. You’ve got to know that I’m going to be taking your panties every chance I get and masturbating with them. Unless you’re blind, you know I want to make love to you — and I mean vaginally. Right now, the best looking and sexiest chick in the world could lay down in front of me with her legs spread and I would still want to do it with you. That’s going to be really hard to live with knowing you’re having sex with dad all the time. I mean, he can do it with the woman he loves anytime he wants, but I’ll never have that chance.”

“Am I shocked? Well, maybe I am, mom. I’m acutely shocked at how good all this feels and how much I love it. I’m definitely happy, that’s for sure. And, yes, I was a little embarrassed about a few things, but at this point, I don’t think there’s any reason for me to be embarrassed about anything.”

I was on a roll, but there were a few more points I wanted to make as long as I had her attention. I figured now was a good time to make some things clear to her — for better, or, for worse.

“Mom, there are a couple of things YOU said that I wanted to comment on, so here goes. I’m just going to say them straight out, so you’re going to have to forgive me for not thinking them through very well. First, I guess, is the bra thing. I wanted to tell you this when we were up in your room, but I couldn’t react fast enough and I wasn’t sure how you would take it, but….. I want to try it. I know I don’t have breasts, but I don’t care, I still want to try it. I can’t explain my reason for it, but, I’m just feeling drawn to the idea of wearing both ataşehir escort a bra and panties. Maybe it won’t be so exciting once I have one on, but I want to see what it’s like.”

“Next, you said something in passing about feminizing me. I’m not sure what that means. But if it means having some lingerie of my own and some girl clothes — you know, some silky stuff, I think I would like that. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to live outside this house as a girl, but, if there’s any chance I could dress as a girl when I wanted to inside the house, that would very much interest me.”

“Then, you said something about wanting to bend me over a bed, pull my skirt up, pull my panties down and use the strap-on on me, or at least I assume you meant the strap-on. Part of that scares me a little bit because I don’t know if something that big is going to hurt me or not, but, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that since you said it. I’ve been visualizing it over and over in my mind….. what I would be wearing, what you would say, and how it would feel. I can just see you doing it to me, just the way you described it. What I’m trying to say is, uh, if it’s possible we could try that today before they get home…… and before I have time to change my mind, I would very much like that.”

“And, I hope you weren’t teasing about going to Uncle Mike and Aunt Brenda’s house, either. I’m not just saying that so I can have sex with Aunt Brenda, but also because of Uncle Mike. You already told me we were a lot alike and I think I would like to talk to him about some guy things. Plus, you said something about a girl needing to get used to the taste of a man, and I understood very well exactly what you meant. I’ve tasted Dad’s cum from your pussy and from your panties, and I’ve tasted my own and I didn’t think any of it was yucky. Maybe that means I’m bi-sexual or something, because I’ve thought about other guys before, but, I’m not worried about tasting Uncle Mike — on you or in you, or you know, even from the source.”

I peeked over from time to time to see how SHE was taking all of this. She was being a really good listener and through it all, there was no real outwardly reaction to any of it until I spoke about Uncle Mike. When I did, her eyebrows raised as if I surprised her, and I guess I did. I surprised myself, that’s for sure, since I hadn’t ever mentioned to anyone before that I had thoughts about guys as well as girls. But I meant what I said to her and I fully understood the implication of my remarks.

She hadn’t stopped my emotional outpouring, and for that I was grateful. I guess if I only get forgiveness once, I better go for it all, so I continued.

“I suppose the next few things you already know, or can guess. Yes, I would love it if you could find a way for me to be naked or dressed in panties in front of someone that wouldn’t get all freaked out about it. And yes, that includes dad and Linda. For that matter, I wouldn’t mind seeing them naked, too. What the hell, maybe we should just have the ‘Bobby’s coming out party, or, Bobby wants to be naked and sniff panties while he masturbates in front of everyone party’ some evening and just get it over with. Mom, I don’t want to have to hide all my life.”

“I’m sure you figured this out already, but, if you haven’t, then I’ll clear it up. I’ve really enjoyed being a little submissive. It doesn’t scare me, at least it doesn’t with you. You said that if I wanted to be a good submissive, I needed to learn your moods and be ready to pleasure you when you desired it. Well, okay — where do I sign up for that? I want to be a good submissive, so I’m putting myself in your hands and you can teach me. I promise I’ll do whatever you say, anytime and anyplace. I’m not afraid of this. It feels too good. I’m not scared to give up control.”

Her eyebrows peaked up again, but she wasn’t smiling this time. “Bobby, there’s something important I want you to know about being submissive, and this really is important — it’s a key factor in understanding what being submissive is, so you need to pay attention to what I’m about to say, okay?”

“Okay,” I said, “I’m listening.”

“Submissiveness,” she explained, “does not equal weakness and it’s not associated at all with fear. In fact, being submissive is actually a position of strength…. strength to have faith, trust and confidence in yourself and to who you allow to be in control over you. People who are weak can never be truly submissive. Weak people actually become dominated by those that are stronger than themselves, and many times they end up with absolutely no choice in the matter. Being submissive gives you the ability to choose who you allow to be in control, and when to start or stop that privilege.”

Wow. Some pretty heavy thoughts there. It made total sense to me and gave me a renewed feeling of pride. While I knew I wouldn’t be walking around with a button on my shirt saying ‘I’m proud to be submissive’, I knew ümraniye escort I could balance my desire to have a normal life and be submissive, too.

“Let me make a few observations, sweetheart.” She said. “You’ve made some very bold statements and I admire you for saying them. I love you for trusting me enough to say them to me. I’m flattered that you want me to teach you how to be sexually submissive and I also understand that the last two days might have opened your eyes to some things and greatly influenced some of what you said. So, how about this…. let’s take it slow, one day at a time, one thing at a time. Take some time to think about everything you said because you’re not going to be able to hide a lot of that from your father, or your sister. I’m not suggesting you try to be something, or someone you aren’t. Also, I really encourage you to talk to your father. Trust me on this, Bobby, he’ll be a lot more understanding than you might think.”

“Mom, I could never talk to dad about any of this, you know that.” I answered. “He’ll brush it off and tell me it’s just hormones or something stupid like that.”

“Sweetheart, no he won’t. Believe me, he’s going to understand if you’ll give him a chance and talk honestly with him. Maybe it will be good to get another man’s perspective. Uncle Mike would be good, too, but try your dad first, baby. Try something small first and give him a chance. You might be surprised.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “somehow I just can’t see him understanding the same way you do.”

“Sweetheart, do you think I would give you bad advice or try to trick you into something that wasn’t in your best interests?” She asked.

“No,” I said, “I guess not.” I thought for a minute and then asked “Do you think you could maybe be there if I do talk to him, you know, just in case he doesn’t understand?”

She pulled me over to her and hugged me. “Bobby, I would be happy to be there if that’s what you want. But, think it all through first, then go see him when you have a clear head. Look, I’m just making a suggestion that you talk to him, and I can be there for moral support if you want me there.”

“One last thing, baby,” she added, “I’m not ashamed of anything we’ve done the last two days. I haven’t violated my promise to your father and I haven’t done anything to be guilty of. Neither have you.”

“Sweetheart,” she said, “you know time is ticking. We still haven’t had our breakfast, I still haven’t had my coffee and it’s almost three o’clock. If you’re serious about me dressing you up and bending you over the bed, we better get going or they might walk in on us and get an eyeful. Hey, do you feel better now after getting all that off your chest?”

I told her I felt much better and that I meant every word of it. Sometimes, confession is good for the soul, and that old adage was true in my case. She was right, I did make some bold statements, and I meant them. I just didn’t know how I was going to be able to put any of it into action.

I smiled to myself and was going to thank her for the words of wisdom she imparted on me, but when I looked at her, I saw that her left hand had moved to her right nipple and she was playing with it. As if under some kind of spell, I leaned over and kissed her lightly. She closed her eyes as I kissed her again. Reaching for her shoulders, I rolled her onto her back and kept kissing her. She reached around my neck as we kissed, but, I pulled her arm away from me and put it back on her breast. “Go ahead and keep touching yourself, mom. I’d love it if you would let me watch you.”

She didn’t say a word — she only smiled and closed her eyes. I leaned back to give her some room, and when I did, she pulled her feet up toward her bottom and let her knees fall open. This was a much different view than I had in my bedroom yesterday and early this morning in her bedroom. It was the middle of the afternoon and even though the curtains were closed, the room was bright as the sunlight flooded through.

I could see the most intimate details of her vagina, every fold, every nook and cranny and every hair. When her hand made first contact down there, she only brushed upward lightly between her lips. She let her legs fall completely loose and I literally stared at her, trying to see everything. “Can you see okay from there?” She asked. I nodded and said “Yeah, I can see fine.”

Little by little as she touched herself, her clitoris began to peek out of its hood. The pink bud was much smaller than I thought it would be. When I had licked her, it felt so large against my tongue and when I touched it, it felt bigger against my fingers. But in reality, it was just a small nub hidden between her lips. She was enticingly beautiful lying there, and I mean all of her, not just her pussy. Yeah, her pussy was beautiful, but damn, she was one sexy woman!

Through her pubic hair, I could see everything clearly. Her outer lips were perfect and they were slightly open allowing me to see her inner lips, but I couldn’t see inside her — something I desperately wanted to see. Every time her fingers ran down between her lips, I prayed she would push her finger into her vagina, but she didn’t. With each stroke, I said to myself “let me see inside, mom…. please open it up and let me see what it looks like inside you.”

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It was difficult for me to watch her stretch and exercise at home every morning. She did that in addition to her workout at the spa. She wore black shorts and a black tee shirt; neither covered much. She always wore a bra when exercising but her nipples were evident anyway. It’s difficult to watch a beautiful woman bending and spreading even if she is your mother. At least it was for me.

She usually was up before me and when I came to greet her she always had a smile and a sing-song “Good morning Christopher, how are you?” She would stop to do her ritual with me. She would kiss my eyes and then point to two spots where she wanted me to kiss her. It could be her cheek, her neck or the corner of her mouth: each morning, different places. She didn’t know what she did to me.

I’ve seen my mother in her bra and panties many times. It’s possible you’ve seen her too. She was a model and she’s been in lots of catalogs and some ads in magazines. She was in “New Woman” for skin cream. The ad said, “Now 53 can look like 35 again”. Mom is seated with her back to you. You can see her smiling face in profile and a hint of the curve of the full breast under her arm. The way she’s lit makes her look like unending smooth skin from head to toe. It’s another picture for my scrapbook.

I had always found my mother attractive. When I was very young I thought she was pretty; when I got older I knew she was sexy. As a teenager I started masturbating with her in mind, almost always her. She has lovely breasts and I took every opportunity to look. The soft mounds in her bra always intrigued me and when she went without her bra, I was hard all day.

On rare occasions she would have a friend stay over and mom and I slept in the same room because the guest used my bedroom. I remember watching her undress in the dim light; I devoured her nipples and ass with my eyes and the mystery between her legs fired my imagination.

Mom is just turning forty now; she started modeling when she was thirty and I was nine. An agent saw her in a mall and gave her his card. I think she got a lot of work because her looks combine ‘mature’, ‘sexy’ and ‘girl next door’. She was always there for me even after her career began; she never used it as an excuse not to do things with me.

Her name is Alexis but she modeled under the single name ‘Jennifer’; which is what she preferred to be called. I have pictures of her beautiful body from every angle. Most boys had things like Playboy, I had mom.

I loved going on the shoots with her whenever possible. I’d go into her dressing room and sometimes help her in and out of the clothes. Nudity is common on the shoots: sometimes she’d change on the street behind a blanket, sometimes she’d take off her bra in front of me when she was in a hurry. Once she sat topless for fifteen minutes and did her makeup while I sat behind her looking into the mirror.

I had sex for the first time in Las Vegas. Mom had a shoot there and she took me with her as a present for my eighteenth birthday. She fell asleep on my shoulder on the plane and I got hard. Her smells were intoxicating even though she wore very little perfume. I could smell the powder she wore and her fragrant hair. I could smell her warm skin.

She had the light airline blanket on her. I pulled it to her shoulder. I slid my hand under it and laid it on her breast. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep should she awaken. She didn’t. Her breathing stayed even for a long time as I gently molded my hand to her full breast and fondled it. My cock strained in my pants. The soft sweater let me imagine I had had my mother’s bare tit in my hand. My fantasies took flight until the announcement of our landing made her stir and I reluctantly let go.

When she opened her eyes and stretched I asked, “How was your sleep mom?”

She smiled the warm smile that always made me melt and said, “It was lovely dear, very sweet.”

Mom spent the day working and I spent the day getting ‘charged up’ looking at all the beautiful women at the casinos and hotels on the strip. I made the acquaintance of a waitress who let me know that she also indulged in extra-curricular activities. I had been with a few girls and done a few things but I was still technically a virgin. I was determined to be one no longer. I made an appointment with my new friend. When mom left for a meeting with the client, the girl came up. We sat for a few minutes and talked and then I heard a knock at the door. It was my mother.

She looked in and said, “The meeting was cancelled and I thought we could spend the time together.” She had seen my ‘friend’ and just said, “Honey do something for me; please ask her to go.”

I gave the girl some money; she shrugged and left. Mom came over to me and said, “Have you slept with a woman before?”

I told her I hadn’t. “Honey this isn’t the way to do it, you don’t know what that girl might have and wouldn’t you want your first time to be with someone you care about?”

“Sure but I was just so turned on today anadolu yakası escort and I’m never going to have the person I really want.”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Because…oh… you wouldn’t understand mom.”

“Maybe I would sweetheart… I know you were touching me on the plane.”

“Oh…God…you weren’t sleeping…and you let me?”

“I was sleeping at first but when I felt you fondling me I woke up. It felt good and you were touching me so lovingly I let you do it.” She kissed me fully and said, “Since you’ve grown up, you’ve been turning me on; let me be your first. I haven’t made love in such a long time; it’ll almost be like a first time for me too. Just promise me one thing baby, after tonight, you won’t ask me again. It will just be something for us both to remember.”

She took the blankets off the bed and turned off the lamp. I turned it back on and said “I’ve seen you in the dark but I’ve been waiting a long time to see you in the light.” She laughed and we turned on every light in the room.

She took all her clothes off and stood unashamed in front of me. Her beauty overwhelmed me. I’ll admit I’m not very objective because she’s been the object of my love and lust for so long but I still think that my mother naked would impress anyone. I didn’t know what to kiss or touch or finger first.

I started where I started as a child, sucking on her nipple that reached out for my tongue as it entered my mouth. The soft guttural moans my mother was making sent a line of electricity through me. I stood and gazed between her legs. I was mesmerized. I saw the fine beads of moisture that were forming on the fine trimmed hair through which I could see my mother’s reddening pussy lips. I moved to the folds between her legs and mouthed her hungrily. I could almost feel her swelling in my mouth as the juice covered my lips. I could feel her smile as my tongue slid along her opening to find her clit.

“Darling” she said, “You’re making me feel so good; I’m so wet for you…darling…darling” I loved hearing that endearment for the first time from my mother’s mouth: the beautiful mouth that would bring many first pleasures to me that night.

I worked my way around her body with kisses and licks. I took my clothes off because I thought either the zipper or my cock was going to break. Mom looked at me fully erect and said, “You’re going to make a lot of girls happy with that.”

I said, “I only want to make you happy with it.” I knew I was bigger than most because I’ve seen enough in the team locker room; I just wasn’t sure I knew how to use it. Mom helped – a lot.

She opened her pussy lips for me and showed me her swollen clitoris. I licked and sucked at the pink until my mouth and chin were soaked. I could feel her start to vibrate as she said, “Baby…baby…you don’t know what you’re doing to your momma…it’s so good…OH…OHH…” She stiffened and arched pressing her pussy against my mouth and holding my head. The sounds she made as she came were an aphrodisiac to me. “Oh my honey…yes do that to momma …there…there…yes…fuck…OHHH…” With her final cry, I almost came without my cock being touched.

It was touched. It was sucked, licked, and slathered over before my mother was done with it. My first entry into my mother’s mouth was almost a shock: her warm lips and tongue massaged the tightly stretched skin on my shaft and she circled the spongy head until I thought I would explode. I fought to keep from coming, wanting her to suck me forever. She kept telling me how big it was in her mouth and how much she loved sucking me. “My beautiful big cock” she called it. “All for your momma…all for me” she said. It was a miracle I lasted as long as I did. I blew my first load into her mouth. By the time I was done there was cum on the bed, on her face, on her tits and I can’t imagine how much was in her mouth. I didn’t know there was that much cum in me.

I thought I was done but my mother had other ideas. About five minutes later I was hard as a rock again after she played with me, telling me, “I can’t wait for you to be in me…in your momma’s pussy…the pussy that wants your big cock so badly…now baby…now.”

When my cock finally entered my mother’s sweet pussy she said, “Easy baby…easy…OH…it’s so big…you’re so hard for your momma, aren’t you? This is what I need honey…I need you in my cunt, in my pussy…fucking me…fucking me.” It was what I needed too. She was so wet and I told her how good it felt to be so deep in her. “You’re so good in me baby,” she said, “filling me all up”. My mother’s slippery passageway was a haven for my cock, a warm safe place I never wanted to leave. With every slow push in and out of her, she whispered something sweet. Her hands stroked me, as I loved her with my cock. I had dreamed and fantasized of being inside my mother so many times; this was better than all my imaginings.

We fell into a rhythm and enjoyed it for a while and then she’d ataşehir escort shift. I saw every part of her from every angle. I loved taking her from behind, holding her tits and getting high enough in her to feel myself against her ass. I loved hearing the sounds my mother made because my cock was in her. I loved hearing her tell her son how good he made her feel and how much she wanted it from him. With my cock buried between my mother’s legs I whispered to her, “I’m in love with you.”

In the few hours before dawn she slept in my arms with my hand gently resting on her breast. I inhaled the sweet aromas of our lovemaking; the feel of my mother’s body touching mine burned itself into my sensory awareness. I made myself stay up because I didn’t want the night to end and I didn’t want to face a tomorrow in which all our loving was only a memory.

The next day came despite my efforts and we went home. Not a moment went by that wasn’t colored by the rainbow of that night. During the following months even the gentlest effort to push past a hug or a kiss on my part was set aside by my mother’s smile to remind me of my promise.

I didn’t press her no matter how intense my need became because a painful change came over her during this time. The work started to dry up. The agency stopped calling and she started getting depressed. It wasn’t the money; I had a job and she had invested well. That they didn’t want her anymore tortured her.

I was afraid as I watched her slowly descend into obsessions and depressions. All I heard was, “When did I get ugly? Am I fat? Am I out of shape?” Once she said, “Chris, do you think I should have my breasts made bigger? All the models today are so big.”

I told her “Mom you have the most perfect breasts I ever saw. They fit your body and your body is perfect.”

She thanked me and came to hug me. She stayed in my arms for a long time as I soothed her with stroking hands and words. I wanted her so much and I wanted to help her so much more. That was the last display of emotion I saw from her for a long while.

Her body wasn’t the problem. It’s the modeling business: where the appetite for ‘new’ faces is voracious and after a certain age they throw you away. At 39 she was just too old. Of course I told her how beautiful she was and tried to soften the blow but the fact remained – that part of her life was over. She was lucky to have gotten as many years and as much money as she did. She didn’t want to hear any of that kind of talk.

She went to different doctors – same name: Dr. Feelgood. So it was uppers, downers and sleeping pills. I was going to move out but she was becoming helpless. A few nights I had to help her to bed. I left her in bra and panties. I kissed her pretty face before leaving. Each time she gave me a small smile and slept. I tried to help in every way I knew how. But after all was said and done, as far as my life went, I’d come to accept certain truths: I loved and wanted her, and I was losing her.

One night I went into her bedroom. She opened her eyes and just looked at me as I sat on the bed. I didn’t say anything because I was breathing so hard. I opened her nightgown to her waist and exposed her. I fondled and kissed the breasts I was longing for. I started to take one of her perfect nipples into my mouth. There was no reaction and no words. I kissed her and said, “Mom I love you; I want to sleep with you.”

She shrugged blankly and said, “If you want.”

I’d been waiting to hear a word of sexual encouragement from her for a long time but not those words, that way. It pained me to hear her because I knew what she was saying: “I don’t care if you sleep with me, I don’t care if you don’t; I don’t care if I live and I don’t care if I don’t.” I left the room. We didn’t say another word to each other during the following day.

It had been a particularly brutal summer. The next day, the clouds became ominously dark. By nightfall it was teeming: hot, thunderous unceasing sheets of rain. I was trying to get mom to eat something. I asked her what she wanted and she said, “…I want to model…I want to be a model like I used to be.”

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed her wrist and took her into the backyard. I yelled at her over the din of the pounding rain: “I want it not to be raining, I want to be in Paris, I want you to be happy, I want…Las Vegas…I want you to love me again.”

We stood for a moment as the water cascaded off us and then she started crying. She turned to me and came into my arms. She held me as tight as she ever had and she began trembling. She said, “Oh Chris honey…I’m sorry baby… I’m sorry”.

She kissed me as if we’d apart for years. Her mouth clung to mine as her tongue made promises it would soon keep. Her wet lips then slid over my face covering it with kisses. “Come inside love” she said. Those words revived us.

She wouldn’t stop kissing me. I didn’t want her to. She kissed the rain from my eyes and licked it from my ümraniye escort lips. Our clothes ended up in a puddle in the middle of the floor. Our hands explored every inch of each other’s body as we kissed long and languidly. Her nipples responded to my mouth and elongated as my tongue circled the soft flesh around them. My mother’s soft hands hardened me.

She built my excitement to a fever pitch and she finally opened her legs and said, “Come to me baby, I want you”.

I entered her slowly and the relief was transporting. I pushed my cock deeper into my mother’s pussy and her sweet juices eased the way. I spoke to her as our rhythm meshed. “It’s so good to be in you mom…inside you…my beautiful Jennifer…”

She said, “No love…your Alexis…your Alexis…oh I need you here baby.”

Her words started to make me cum. I stopped and kept myself from pumping to complete satisfaction and was able to stay inside her. I was so high on the sex that I hardened again after a few minutes of her talking and stroking me. I turned her so she was on top and she sat up and rode my cock.

“Chris baby, your so deep in me this way I can feel you at the end of me…oh Christopher you take good care of your momma…I love this feeling…don’t stop loving me…please don’t stop…promise me Chris, promise me.”

“I promise mom, you never have to think about that. I’ll always be here, loving you.”

“Will you baby…will you?”

“Yes love, yes…yes…yes.” I punctuated each word with a hard thrust up into her belly and each punctuation brought a deep moan from her. I watched as my stiff rod appeared and disappeared into her pussy. My cock was slathered with my mother’s juices that eased my way into the depths of her center.

She closed her eyes and threw her head back as short loud cries came from her. “Chris…Chris…love me…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…” Mom came hard, impaling herself on my stiff rod over and over until she shuddered and sighed and rested on my chest laughing. “God that was good, the last time I came that good we were in Las Vegas.”

She started to move and I said “No mom stay there.” I held her ass. We kissed again stopping only for words of love as our tongues played to stirrings below. I wanted never to be out of her. I sat up and we held each other, still connected. I felt her hard nipples and soft breasts on my chest. I put my finger into her ass and she responded. I responded. I was stiff again as my mother gently ground her hips. As she took me up I thought of every place in her I wanted to be; every place I would be before the night was over.

I sucked as much of her big tit into my mouth as her pussy pulled on me. I drew on the nipple and grazed it with my teeth and my mother let out a little squeal. She laughed as I went for the other tit. When I had made her nipples into puffs of sore pink flesh, I took to her mouth. I was ravenous for her and her lips were as swollen as her nipples when I finished kissing her. I flipped her on her back before she could bring me off and stroked her pussy, holding back as we both rose to a higher plateau. She held my ass and said, “Never stop baby…never stop wanting me like this…never stop wanting your momma’s pussy…your pussy…your pussy…your pussy…”

I couldn’t imagine ever not wanting that pussy or not feeling the way her loving made me feel. This time I didn’t hold back, I put my thumb on my mother’s clit and waited just long enough for her to come with me. I shot the first jet of cum and mom responded with violent thrusts as she held on to my shoulders. Our moaning commingled as did our cum. She kissed me long and hard until we were done – for a while.

Each time I fell asleep, my hard cock would wake me up before we’d had an hour of rest. I took it to my mother’s mouth and she sucked it excitedly, wildly licking the shaft from the tip down to my balls. The last time I came in her mouth it was early morning, as I sucked her clit and felt her taking cord after cord of cum. With a long moan she quivered in orgasm. I heard her soft words, “Oh…so much cum…so much cum…so good baby…” We licked each other clean and slept until noon.

When I awoke, I expected to feel my hard dick resting up against my mother’s warm ass as I had in the middle of the night but she was already up. I found the table set and mom was smiling as she poured the coffee. “It’s a good thing I don’t have to go anywhere today…I can hardly walk.” We both laughed and before she could point, I gave a sucking kiss to both of her nipples through the white tee shirt she wore. She looked at me seriously and said, “I never came like I did last night.” She gave me a gentle kiss with her soft smile.

That day I used three rolls of film taking pictures of mom. When I had them developed, she thought they were pretty good. It helps that she’s a great model. I got interested and took some courses and learned my way around a camera.

The first session where I asked mom to pose ‘sexy’ for me was a disaster – as far as picture taking went. No sooner did she show some skin and give me that ‘I have something for you’ look in her eyes than I was on top of her, unbuttoning and unzipping. It also didn’t help that what she had for me was that crazy-making body that I could never get enough of. We did lots more love making than picture taking.

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Have you ever been with a Colombian woman? If so, you know what I’m talking about. If not, you’ve still got time. First, Colombian women are drop-dead gorgeous. Second, they’re totally feminine. Third, they love to make their man happy. All of this I found out in my travels through South America shortly after I divorced Little Jim’s mother. It was in Cali, of drug cartel fame, that I met my second ex-wife, a smoking little brown-eyed chica. I dragged her back to the states where she quickly became a chubby, unhappy, complaining wreck of a woman. That’s a different story.

About a month after my adventures with Little Jim and Jade, I got a call from my Colombian ex-wife, who’s now living in Boca with some pointy-headed, born-again corporate accountant type. Her nephew, Angelito, was arriving in Miami from Colombia in a couple of days. Could I pick him up at the airport and put him up for three or four days until she and Pointy Head, CPA, returned from their last minute trip to Las Vegas. I agreed. Angelito, she told me, had some problems but he was a nice boy. I didn’t ask for details, so long as he was house-trained and ate with utensils he was okay by me.

So, the next Thursday I drive over to the airport around eight at night to pick up Angelito. I’m waiting down by the baggage carousel when I see hordes of gorgeous dark-haired, dark-eyed women passing me by and I know the plane from Bogota has arrived. As I’m scanning the cuties flowing around me, I lock eyes with a slender, long-haired guy who’s craning his neck to search for someone. I wave. He waves back. Must be Angelito.

You didn’t need a PhD in psychology to figure out what Angelito’s “problem” was. He was five or six inches shorter than me, built slim as a supermodel, wearing tight jeans, high-heeled boots, a sleeveless t-shirt, and a pair of rose-tinted glasses. He approached, and I stuck out my hand to shake. Instead, Angelito raised his sunglasses and gave me a hug and a peck on each cheek.

“You must be Uncle Jim,” he said in an incredibly effeminate voice.

I said I was and he smiled. Angelito had those big, soft brown eyes like his aunt. He had high cheekbones, wide, full lips, a slender nose, and dark, lustrous black hair pulled up into a ponytail. He practically twirled on his heels with happiness at meeting me.

“My god,” he hissed. “Tia Janet was sssssoooo right about you.”

He put his hand over his mouth to suppress his giggle.

I grabbed his bags off the carousel and we made small talk. About the family back home, about Miami, about his trip. As we headed for the car, he looped his arm in mine and chatted on in Spanish and English. As we drove out of the airport, he complained that he was “sssssoooo” thirsty and asked if we could get a drink. I agreed and we ended up in a bar near the airport. I ordered a bourbon on the rocks. Angelito drank mimosas and I lit his Virginia Slims with my lighter. He was having the time of his life, swinging back and forth on the bar stool, emphasizing everything he said with grand sweeps of his arms and hands. At some point he shook his hair out and it flowed, like a dark, shiny river down over his belt.

Angelito liked his mimosas. I lost count after his seventh or eighth. After nursing my second bourbon empty, I knew it was time to leave. I pulled Angelito along and he staggered out the door beside me.

We got in the car and I cranked down the windows. The breeze kept blowing Angelito’s hair across his eyes and he pulled it back with long, langorous gestures.

“Tia Janet must be such a fool,” he said, leaning next to me as I drove.

“How’s that?” I asked, as I felt his hand snake onto my thigh.

“Because,” Angelito said. “You’re so big and good-looking!”

I felt his long fingers beginning to massage my thigh. And I felt my cock start to respond. I spread my thighs to let him know I was enjoying myself. Angelito needed little encouragement. His hand moved further pendik escort up my thigh.

“What have here, Uncle Jim,” he said with a mock gasp as his fingers ran across my cock. “Wow . . . what a nice big cock you have.”

I laughed and Angelito leaned over to work my zipper with both his hands. Soon, I felt the humid air on my dick and then Angelito’s two smooth hands grappling to get my dick out of my pants. He pressed his lips against my ear and flicked his warm, wet tongue around my ear lobe as he began stroking my cock.

“God, Uncle Jim,” he whispered. “It’s been so long since I found a real man.”

I answered by taking one hand off the steering wheel, wrapping my hand in his soft hair, and pulling his head down to my cock. His lips surrounded my cock head and I heard him grunt with pleasure as he began to slowly swallow my dick. Angelito was a skilled cocksucker, and I moaned with pleasure as he licked and sucked my cockhead and then began bouncing his mouth up and down my hard cock.

I drove down the highway with Angelito’s hot mouth wrapped tight around my dick and his hands kneading my thighs. His panting and mumbling supplied the soundtrack to a very enjoyable blowjob. By the time I got the car in the garage, I was ready to blow a load. But, as I turned off the ignition and pushed both hands through Angelito’s long,thick hair, he suddenly sat up.

“Now, Uncle Jim,” he said, playfully smacking my chest. “I just got here. Give a girl a minute to get herself ready.”

I laughed while Angelito rearranged his hair and wiggled his ass in the car seat.

“Let me at least freshen up,” he continued with a wicked grin. “Before you ravish me.”

He opened the door and pulled his long legs out of the car. With a sigh, I zipped back up. I carried his bags into the house. Angelito gave a little squeal of delight when he walked into my living-room.

“How gorgeous,” he said. “How wonderful. How macho. Where’s the bedroom?”

I motioned down the hall and followed his long legs and curvaceous ass along the hall. I pushed open the door to my bedroom with a suitcase and Angelito slipped in ahead of me. He pranced around the room, admiring the bed, the furniture, the big television.

“Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. “I do need to freshen up.”

I pointed to the bathroom door and dropped the suitcases. He grabbed a small carry-on bag and headed for the bathroom. As Angelito freshened up, I snagged a bottle of whisky, some glasses, and ice from the kitchen. I settled onto the bed, awaiting Angelito’s entrance.

It was everything it promised. Angelito flung open the door and strutted out, dressed in a pair of high heel pumps, a black silk thong, and a black bikini top. Wow, he looked good. He had long shapely legs, smooth and brown. The thong curved over his hips and I could make out the bulge where his cock pressed against the thong’s triangle of sheer nylon. He had a firm, round ass, and his smooth upper body, while not muscular, was definitely toned. I smiled. Angelito did a twirl with the carry-on bag in one hand, then sat down at the bureau left over from my last ex-wife.

He dug into his bag and brought out a perfume bottle and a hairbrush. He turned toward me and began dabbing perfume all over his body in slow, sexy movements, running his finger up his thighs, across his belly, and then along his collarbone and up under his ears. I watched his long fingernails, shiny with clear polish, run along his smooth brown skin. The perfume was sweet and heavy.

Angelito turned and sat with his back to me while he brushed his hair and watched himself in the mirror. He ran the hairbrush in slow, even strokes down the length of his silky, black hair. He smiled at me in the mirror.

“Well, papi,” he whispered to my reflection in the mirror. “This won’t take long at all, and then you can really enjoy your little chica kartal escort . . . Angel.”

I smiled and began pulling my shirt over my head.

“Si, papi,” Angelito continued. “Hmmmmm. You look realnice, and I hope you treat your little Angel right, cuz Angel really, really needs a man.”

I unzipped my jeans and shrugged them down to the floor. I was wearing only boxers.

“Ay Papi,” Angelito continued. “Look at you. Such a big man. Hmmmm. Just the kind of big, strong man that Angel has been looking for.”

Angelito stood up and leaned forward to check his lipstick in the mirror, managing at the same time to thrust his perky ass at me. Angelito turned around and put a hand on each hip.

“Now, papi,” he whispered huskily. “Angel is all ready for her big, strong man.”

With that, Angel raised his arms and I walked over. He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me tight and our lips met, first gently, and then violently as Angel mashed his mouth against mine. Our tongues twined together and I wrapped my arms hard around Angel’s waist as we practically tried to devour each other. Angel ran his hands through my hair and pulled my mouth down harder onto his. Our crotches ground together and I could feel Angel’s hardening cock through his sheer thong.

I dropped my hand to squeeze Angel’s sweet, tight ass, running my fingers under the thong’s tiny nylon triangle. Angel pulled his head back and started to grind his crotch against mine even more furiously.

“Ay, papi,” he whimpered. “Ay, ay . . . yes . . oooh that feels so good.”

I began planting kisses and nibbles along Angel’s neck and behind his ears. He clasped his hands tightly around my neck. I ran my hands around his ass, squeezing each cheek and then pushing my fingers down along his ass crack. As Angel moaned his pleasure, I ran one hand around to the front of his thong and pull a thong strap away from his crotch. Slipping my hand under the strap, I grabbed his hard dick in my hand. Angel gasped and clutched my head.

“Oh, papi,” he whimpered. “Yes . . . that feels so gooooood.”

Then, the fun really begins. I start by stroking his dick which is short and fat. I can feel his fingernails scraping my waist as he drops one hand from my head to pull my cock out of my boxers. I mumble in gratitude and we stand there, locked together, pulling each others’ fast-hardening cocks. I drop my lips to his chest and begin sucking and nibbling on his nipples through the nylon of his bikini bra. Angel’s breath comes now in short, high-pitched gasps.

“Give it to me, Uncle John,” he groans. “Da me. Give it to me.”

I take my hand off his now rock-hard dick and grab his ass to pull him up off the floor. Angel takes his hand off my dick and wraps his arms around my shoulders. As I carry him to the bed, he rubs his hands furiously through my brush cut. I wrap my hands around his firm, sleek thighs. I stumble to the bed and throw him down on to it. He gives a little shout of surprise.

I stand above Angel as he lies on the bed. I pull my boxers down over my thighs and my cock, impossibly hard and long, springs out into the air. Angel breaks into a big smile and practically purrs in anticipation. He quickly pulls his thong down over his hips and his cock, thick and fat, pops up straight into the air. Angel begins stroking his dick with one hand while propped up on his elbow.

“Wow,” he says with a lascivious grin. “You’re so big. How will you ever fit all of that big cock into poor little Angel’s tight little box.”

I give my dick a couple of quick pulls and drop on top of Angel who circles my neck with his arms and wraps his legs around my waist. We kiss, our tongues lashing in each others’ mouths. As we kiss, I reach up, over Angel’s shoulders, and into the nightstand to retrieve a tube of KY and a condom. We break our kiss and, panting, Angel grabs my cock and squirms his ass on the bed.

“Hurry, maltepe escort hurry,” he whispers. “I want you inside me, baby.”

I squirt some KY on my fingers and start playing with Angel’s asshole, sliding my fingers in and out his tight hole. Angel moans, all the while pulling furiously on my dick. After getting Angel slick, I grab the condom, rip it open, and start unrolling it over my cock. Angel quickly takes over, stretching the condom all the way down my dick.

He spreads his legs and draws up his knees while guiding my dick to his asshole. I grab under his knees to open his ass wider. I feel the tip of my cock enter Angel’s asshole. He switches his hands to my ass and begins gently pulling me in. His pussy feels so good – – tight and slick as it surrounds my dick. I push myself deeper and deeper into him, as his ass gobbles up my cock and squeezes down on it. Angel groans, and soon I’m all the way in, my cock buried into his tight asshole all the way to my pubic hairs. I look down at Angel’s slim, toned body. He turns his head to the side and moans in ecstasy.

Slowly, I start rotating my cock in and out of his asshole. Angel throws his head from side to side as I fuck him, his long hair whipping across his face.

“Oh, papi, yes,” he whimpers. “Fuck me daddy. Fuck little Angel. Come on. Give me that big cock, daddy.”

Now, I start pumping my dick in and out of his ass. Angel’s body shudders with each powerful stroke of my hips. His moaning is reduced to a deep grunt each time my dick slams into his asshole. I pick up the pace, feeling my cock grow heavier and heavier. Angel puts his hands in his hair and his grunts turn into little screams of pleasure.

“Papi, yes, papi, yes, ohhhhh,” he screeches.

I can feel my climax building deep down in my balls. I reach down and grab Angel’s forearms, pinning him to the bed. He shouts and starts raising his hips up to meet my thrusts. All bets are off now as the pleasure in my dick builds to unbearable heights. I lean my head down next to Angel’s and he turns to pour his high-pitched squeals into my ear. My ass is high in the air as I pump furiously, trying to drive as deeply as I can into Angel’s ass.

With a shudder, I feel my climax traveling up my cock and seconds later my cock head tingles with pure pleasure as I empty myself into Angel’s ass. He moans and presses his crotch tight against my cock. I buck my cock as deep as I can, squeezing out as much cum and pleasure as possible. Angel mumbles incoherently into my ear and starts raking his long fingernails across my back. As I feel my cock draining, I groan and bury my head into Angel’s neck. My hips relax and I slump down onto Angel.

After a pause, Angel rubs his hands across my back and upper arms.

“Oh, papi,” he whispers into my ear. “Oh, papi, that was so good. You are sooooo good to little Angel. Oh my god, papi. I feel so good. Hmmmmm. Keep your cock in as long as you can. Please, papi.”

I smile and stretch my arms upward pushing my body down onto Angel who groans. I can feel his hands on my ass and his fingernails digging deliciously into my cheeks as he tries to hold my cock in his asshole. We kiss, and Angel lets go of my ass to wrap his hands around my neck. I roll onto my side and my dick slides out of Angel’s ass with a pleasant pop.

We neck and I run my hands over Angel’s hips and across his ass. I find his cock which is still hard and fat. I feel laughter run through Angel’s throat.

“That,” he says pulling his lips off mine. “Can wait for later.”

I roll onto my back, pulling Angel on top of me. He plants his elbows on either side of my head and gazes down at me with a smile.

“You are ssssoooo delicious,” Angel murmurs, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “And so good to Angel.”

He sighs and I run my hands down along his back and onto his ass, playfully squeezing a cheek in each hand. We kiss again, and Angel drops his head onto my chest, playing with my chest hairs. Slowly, we drift off to sleep.

So, Angel became my girlfriend. We fucked again that night, and then again in the morning. Each time more intensely and noisily than the last. The next day, I took Angel shopping for sexy under things.

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Prologue: One Night’s Decision

Rene and I were always closer than normal siblings and we always will be. Never did either of us expect to walk down this road as kids. Destiny had other plans and maybe we knew even before we understood how wrong society thought it, but how else could we explain it?

Our road started in the womb. For nine months, we shared the same womb and we grew next to each other, crowded each other. Or, as my sister likes to put it, held each other. When finally we came out, our parents knew within a matter of days, they said, we needed each other. Mother would try to bathe us separately at first, since she had a small infant tub only one of us could fit in. She’d wash one, but the whole time the two of us were in other rooms, we’d both fuss and cry. Eventually her nerves gave in, keeping us together. It was the same growing up. Mom and dad wanted us in separate bedrooms from the start, and so they prepared two bedrooms. He used to tell us it took only one very long and tiring night to convince them to wait. Each time they tried putting us in separate bedrooms afterwards, as Rene and I grew older, always met with failure, until we turned 10 and they felt they had no more time.

Growing up, we did everything together, had the same friends, everything. We had friends who were boys and friends who were girls, but since the two of us linked our little group, we’d play war as often as we’d sit down for tea time. When we weren’t playing with our friends, we played with each other, forgetting the entire world in our innocent activities. Back then, when we played just the two of us, we liked imagining we were grown-ups, married with teddy bears and glass eyed dolls for kids, though mixed in with fanciful things like space adventures or knights and dragons. All innocent, except only to our parents.

Our little family lived this old farm house in the middle of a wooded country, with a huge area of land for the two of us to play on. Mom got it when her father died, shortly before me and Rene were born. Our friends lived on neighboring farms and we mostly met all of them at school when we started going. Though they wanted to play the overprotective parents, mom and dad let us have the run, letting us explore the grassy fields and amazing woods. The biggest of the two barns had been fixed up by dad before we even turned 1, but he restored the second, though smaller, barn for just us kids, a house for his little girl and a fortress for his big boy, shortly before our fifth birthday. It took him awhile longer, but he eventually built an enclosed causeway between the barn and the house, so whether it rained or snowed, we could go and play with ease.

They always tried anadolu yakası escort to get us apart, to do more gender-based things separately than do things together, but they never told us why. We’d always thought, from what the kids at school told us, that girls did girl things and boys did boy things and not the other way around. But we still did these things, even mimicking our parents as much as we knew when we pretended to be married. We always pretended that back then, even when we played with our friends.

When the split in our rooming came, mom took Rene to her room and dad dragged me out to his workshop in the big barn. There, he told me quite frankly all he knew about sex, as much as he would tell his ten year old son, then added something I could never forget afterward, that brothers and sisters would go to hell if they did have sex together. He didn’t call it incest, but he did most definitely ensure I knew it was wrong. At the time.

Before the Big Talk, we had both been into a lot of active endeavors. We both played in the local little league, even on the same team, and what a dangerous pair. I could catch okay but my strength lay in hitting the ball, and no one could hit it further in the league. Rene had long legs even then, and boy, did she use them when running the bases, stealing more often than anyone on the team and getting away with it most of the time. Then we had martial arts classes together, and we weren’t the best but we both tried. Of course, when Rene wanted to do gymnastics and dance classes, our parents enrolled us both in them, at our insistence.

After the separation, we both still tried to keep doing things together despite the stern disapproval of our parents, but separate rooms was the rift that might one day have torn apart our bond. We were determined to remain the best of friends, the best brother and sister anyone knew. Our closeness transcended merely playing together all the time or taking the same classes or even sharing the same room. To us, it was like we knew what the other was thinking even without any indication, what we were both feeling even when no one else knew. Neither of us hid anything from the other, even when we’d tell no other person. Through our innocent curiosity, we knew everything about each other, inside and out. We’d explored each other’s bodies enough to know the difference between boys and girls, but we’d never let anyone else see us, except maybe our parents and even then we tried to hide. Maybe our parents had the right idea, maybe they were just fighting fate.

It was a customary thing for us, on those nights something scared one of us or the house became too ataşehir escort cold or just felt like we needed each other, to climb into each other’s bed and sleep with our arms around each other. The idea never sat well with our religious parents, who thought it bordered too far on the incestuous, but when we still shared a room, they couldn’t do anything more than scold us. It changed when a wall stood between our beds, though, and we knew it. In keeping with the need to comfort each other at night, we quickly discovered the wall separating our closets held a secret door, one that only a hidden switch would open. We kept the secret to ourselves and at night, when we needed each other, would sleep together. That first winter, not a night went by we didn’t end up in one bed or the other, but always in the morning, like clockwork, the other of us disappeared into the closet and into the appropriate bedroom before mom or dad caught us together.

Then, we entered puberty, and things started to change. Not really between us, not yet, but mostly in our bodies, and in our parents. Any little sign of sibling affection threatened to turn us into outlaws in our own home, as they started cracking down on our behavior and activities. At eleven, we started attending separate activities, Rene dancing and gymnastics and baseball and martial arts for me. Still, our resolve against our parents still held and we went secret, keeping any signs of brotherly or sisterly love out of sight of our parents and coming up with little codes and signals when they were around. When we started to act more like their image of siblings, with rude nicknames and shoving and hitting between us, we both understood the message and also felt the playfulness in it. If either of us had known back then where it’d lead, I wonder if it’d have continued or not.

By the age of twelve, we both started feeling other things and saw just looking at each other things would change. She, after all, started to turn from a girl into a woman, and I found myself becoming a man. Still, we mustered on, revealing ourselves body and soul to each other without fear of each other, only our parents wrath. How fortunate we were, never to find our parents walking in on us, and if anyone could guess, it could only be described as fate at work.

One cold winter’s night, I heard the floorboards in the next room creak and then heard the closet door in my room open. Throughout the house, only the strong gusts made any other noise, rattling the windows, even as creaking floorboards told me of Rene’s presence creeping to my bed. I lifted the heavy comforter for her and slide over enough for her to climb in next to me. ümraniye escort In a moment, I felt her own comforter on mine and felt the side of the bed sink a little under my sister’s weight. “Hold me, Ricky? It’s really cold tonight,” she whispered in the dark of the room, only a cold winter half-moon outside providing any illumination. Without hesitation, I dropped the cover on her and held her close to me, sucking the cold from her and heating her with my own body.

But something else awoke in me to provide heat, something that only came out now when I thought about sex or something sexual aroused me. She dressed now in soft nighties that came down to her knees, but it occurred to me with her closeness the fabric was too thin, as I felt her budding breasts up against me, hard nipples poking me in the chest. She felt it, I knew, but we laid there for awhile awake, not saying anything, or moving.

The tension eventually reached a level neither of us could let go and I sat up, pulling one of the spare quilts around my shoulders to keep me warm. The hard-on still poked out of my pajamas and only the fact the quilt needed to cover my legs did I bother to hide it. She sat up opposite and turned on the lamp next to the bed. I saw her look of plaintive dismay, not sure of what was happening between us, but her eyes betrayed fear too, the same fear I felt. Two years still hadn’t stopped our father from reminding me how wrong incest was, and she’d heard it enough from mom to know the feeling running through my mind, as well as the constant voice. She pulled the comforter around her, and it looked like any moment, tears would drip from her eyes.

Feeling suddenly very bad, I moved towards her, tenderly pulling her close to try and comfort her like when we were younger. She leaned herself into me and put her arms around me even as mine circled her body. “You heard mom and dad, we shouldn’t be having sex with each other. How many times have they told us this?”

“But…but it just happened. You didn’t mean for it to happen, did you?” she almost whimpered. “We’re still like we were, still brother and sister.”

Some part understood the logic at the time. “If it happens, it happens. As long as we don’t actually do anything, it’ll be fine.” Inside, we both mentally added, “I hope,” an unspoken sentiment. With that, we laid back down and hugged each other close, huddling for warmth. The moment had, thankfully, brought an end to the hard-on, but not the worry of the cause and the source. And possible discovery by my parents. We fell asleep, but the sleep didn’t help, not with the weight now on us.

In the morning, a Saturday morning, we both went out to our barn after breakfast and cartoons, needing to talk. Though we desperately wanted to hold each other or touch each other or any of a number of things to try and show affection, the implications now kept us apart and soon we’d agreed our parents were right in what they were doing. We both held each other the last time, at least for some years to come.

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It was looking like another long night for Keith as he settled in front of the tv, clicking from one station to the next. After a hard, long day at the office, he was really missing his wife Danielle who had gone off for the week to visit her sister Tanya who had just suffered a heartbreaking breakup from her long-term boyfriend.

His wife had left on Saturday, and now it was Thursday and he really missed the way she would relieve the stress of his work day in always fun, unique and pleasurable ways. Leaning back in his plush soft recliner, he closed his eyes for a moment and thought back to the morning she left and how she had left him with a goodbye blowjob. His wife really was amazing and as he thought about her, his arousal was presenting itself in his slacks. Keith thought about how good it felt when she slipped her mouth over his erection, and the way her tongue expertly curled around his stiff rod as she looked up at him with those gorgeous sapphire eyes beneath the flashes of her flashes.

Groaning softly at the memories, he let his hand wander down to rub and caress his throbbing and aching cock through his black pleated slacks. God, he missed her, and couldn’t wait for her to get back. He thought about sending her a text telling her how much he missed her and that he couldn’t wait for her to get back home.

However, his reverie was suddenly interrupted by a soft cough. Opening his dark eyes quickly, he pulled his hand away from his crotch as he saw his gorgeous daughter Alexandria (Lexi for short) standing there in front of the recliner with a sexy dress.

Standing there before him with her hand on her hip, she had a small smirk on her face as she had caught her father in an arousing and compromising position. Having just turned 19, and being a freshman at the local college, her body had developed into an amazingly sexy woman. Shorter than her mother, she nonetheless had inherited her mother’s amazing curves, and stunning legs. Not to mention the silky long raven mane that snaked behind her shoulders and upper back. His daughter had a more rounded face, that he always found cute, but now he was beginning to see her in a much different light. The twinkle in her eyes and the mischievous glint in her dark eyes made him really wish his wife was there more than ever.

“Oh, hey there, Lexi,” stammered Keith as he shifted in his seat in an attempt to hide his growing erection from his grown daughter. His erection did not abate as she stood there looking incredibly hot. The dress she kartal escort was wearing left little to the imagination, with her tanned arms bare and her stomach showing slightly in between the parted top. One bare leg exposed up to her firm and fit thigh, the other one barely concealed by a sheer piece of fabric dangling from her hip. Her jet-black hair fanned out behind her. Her dark eyes glinting in mischief as she looked down at her reclining father.

“Brad will be here soon, dad” she said softly, her eyes glancing down at the handsome man’s crotch. It was obvious that she knew that he was aroused despite his efforts to conceal it from her.

“Oh, right… for the dance. Wow, you really look amazing, Lexi” he said with a smile and a soft blush against his cheeks, allowing his greedy eyes to wander her fabulous curves despite his better judgment. It was tough for him having such a beautiful and sexy young woman standing there in front of him, while his wife was away for the week.

Lexi gracefully stepped closer to her father, and smiled with a seductive smirk which made Keith’s throbbing cock ache for release from his pants. She whispered softly to her father as she leaned in, allowing the sweetness of her perfume to get noticed by him. It was the same fragrance that her mother often wore and he attempted to stifle a moan as he inhaled the scent. “I know you’re missing mom, and I don’t have a lot of time before Brad gets here… but I can see that you need some stress relief.”

Her words shocked Keith, but he was mesmerized by the sight of her voluptuous, firm breasts swaying through the tightness of the top of her black dress. Her golden tanned skin looking even more tantalizing than usual. “Ummm… I don’t think that’s proper, Lexi..” he protested weakly as his curvy, petite daughter slipped down to her knees and ran her well-manicured fingers over the stiff bulge in his slacks.

“Proper? When have you known me to be proper, daddy?” she giggled as she run her fingers over his bulge and then worked at the buckle of his belt, deftly getting it undone and unzipping his slacks. Keith was amazed by the forwardness of his own daughter, but was enthralled by the vision of beauty sitting there before him. He reached out to take her arm and instead ended up holding her shoulder.

It wasn’t enough to stop the bewitching young woman as she undid her own father’s pants, lowering the zipper and slipping her slim fingers into the slacks and fishing bostancı escort his aching cock out into the open. A shiver of pleasure traveled through his entire body as the cool air and the warmth of her fingers against his cock mixed together. “Lex… baby..” he whispered softly.

Lexi gave her father a warm, smile as she began to stroke her father’s hard stiff cock in her warm hand. “Mmmm…daddy…you sure do have a nice cock…it’s so much bigger than Brad’s” she let out a giggle as her soft hand ran up and down the rigid length of her father’s bare cock.

Keith was delirious with arousal, after having gone almost an entire week without his wife around to keep him satisfied. He let out an involuntary moan and caressed the soft skin of his daughter’s bare shoulder and upper arm as she continued to stroke his cock.

“Oh god baby,” he whispered, “this is so wrong Lex..”

“Why is it wrong, daddy? I’m just helping you while mom’s away with auntie Tanya,” she smiled as she lowered her head and placed her lips against the head of his cock. Her soft breath sending shivers of excitement through her father.

“Because…I’m your father…baby..” he let out a deep groan as he felt her soft lips against his erection. As she took him deeper into her mouth, and looked up at him with her bewitching eyes, he knew he was lost to her attentions and finally fully allowed himself to relax and enjoy the pleasure of a blowjob from a hot teen, even if it was his very own daughter.

Lexi moaned against his cock as she took his entire length inside of her hot mouth, and began to bob her head up and down between his thighs, occasionally looking up and winking at her father. The softness of the bare skin of her shoulder and arm feeling amazing on his hand as he watched and felt his daughter giving him the most amazing blowjob of his life. Not even his wife was this good and she was quite an accomplished cocksucker.

Her other hand snaked between them and massaged his balls, which were full of the same sperm that created her, loving the insane sounds of pleasure coming from her own father. Pulling her lips up off his cock, she whispered to him, “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long daddy… your cock is even better than I imagined,” before resuming her oral ministrations.

She bobbed her hand faster, taking her father deeply down her throat, her slim fingers grasping his full balls and throbbing cock. He wasn’t going to last long with her forbidden maltepe escort mouth and hands on him. He warned her in a strangled groan, “Oh fuck, Lexi…shit… you’re amazing… I’m gonna cum…my sweet…sexy…baby girl…”

The compliments pleased Lexi and her heart thudded beneath her voluptuous breasts, eliciting an increase in pace of her forbidden movements. She sucked for all she was worth, her tongue circling around her fathers’ engorged prick. Not wanting to stop until she had a belly full of her own fathers hot cum.

His frame shuddered as he lay on the chair and gripped Lexi’s arm as his cock throbbed inside the hot depths of her mouth. The sensation of her soft, supple skin making him think increasingly improper thoughts of being buried deep inside of his grown daughter. “Fuck…LEXI!!” he groaned loudly as his cock quivered and exploded hard, forcing Lexi to gobble up her daddy’s hot spunk.

Once she was sure that she had all of her handsome fathers’ spunk in her mouth, she slipped her glossy lips off him and raised up to stare sultrily into his eyes. Keith was enraptured by the dark, husky gaze of his gorgeous daughter and was helpless to resist as she kissed him deeply right on the mouth. Her tongue entwining with his, sharing the musky scent of his cock.

Leaning back up and adjusting her beautiful dress, she gave him a sultry smile, “Feel better, daddy?” she said as the doorbell rang. “Oh! that must be Brad!” She turned and headed towards the door as her father got up from the chair, tucking his spent cock back into his pants. Zipping his slacks and redoing his belt. “That was amazing sweetheart,” he said with a smile as he released her arm reluctantly.

“I hope you have a great time baby girl,” he said with a smile. She returned his smile before turning to open the door. Brad was standing there on the doorstep, oblivious to the illicit nature of what had just transpired between father and daughter.

“Hey babe,” said Brad as he saw Lexi in her breathtaking dress. Keith was taken aback as he witnessed his daughter, who had just given him an expert blowjob press up against Brad, placing her hand on his chest as she kissed her boyfriend deeply. He had a twinge of jealousy as he watched them make out before she took her boyfriend’s hand and went out the door. Before the young couple made it to Brad’s car, Lexi happened to look back over her shoulder and gave her father a flirty smile and wink and he knew that they’d share more intimate pleasures at another time, despite both of them having significant others.

His phone which was on the kitchen table, gave off a ding. Walking over, he picked it up and smiled as he saw his wife’s text, “Miss you, my darling.” He went about responding to her and even as his mind wandered to the next meeting with their beautiful daughter.

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