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Early in the morning

They met next in the kitchen downstairs. It was the morning after the wild night of sex in the household. Shobha had woken up, her body wonderfully tired but well rested from the deep slumber through the night. Her clothes were draped around her, and the bed sheet covered one part of her bare body that lay beneath. As she overcame her drowsiness she remembered the events of the night before. She felt the bed next to her and discovered that her husband was not in the room.

She remembered the pounding she had taken from behind; the first time her husband had been imaginatively inspired by the movie on the TV the night before. That had been right after Shobha’s delightful mistake of entering her nephew Ajay’s room, instead of her own. She felt a stirring in her loins and stretched herself as a contented cat would, thinking of the arousal and the response she had from the boy. She had mistakenly entered that room and gone down on him, taking his virgin cock deep in her throat thinking it was her husband. The size, the response and the feel gave the mistake away but by then it was too late. Ajay, the nephew was wildly aroused and made sure his aunt took his virginity before she left the room.

Shobha was glad for it. The boy, just about nineteen years old, had the strong drive one would expect from a virgin lad that young. But he was also well endowed. Shobha lazily rubbed her mound as she felt the stirrings of desire at the thought of that stud. Then she realized that both Ajay and her husband had fucked her in succession and she had fallen asleep. She was coated with their juices and it had dried off on her.

Then as she became more fully awake, she remembered where she was and where all this had happened. This was her husband’s elder brother’s house which they were visiting. Her brother-in-law had fucked his wife and that had been a noisy animal coupling which triggered Shobha’s desires and later her husband Kumar’s as well. As Shobha returned to her husband’s bed after the unexpected encountered with the nephew, Kumar, who had been aroused by the sounds from his brother’s bedroom had fucked Shobha energetically and the woman had ended up with two men within an hour the same night.

And it was illicit. That made her feel sober, as Shobha reached for her bra and panties. She needed to go down and help the lady of the house in the kitchen. That was the Indian tradition; the women would spend time together so that Dipti found it easier to cope with her guests. Shobha was a little unsure of seeing Dipti eye to eye. She felt guilty by the light of day for having taken Dipti’s son’s virginity. And there was the lingering doubt as to whether Dipti had discovered the two of them but left them undisturbed. Dipti’s room door did seem to have been ajar and Shobha felt she had seen it shut after she crossed to her own room. Surely, that was Dipti? Dipti had also twice passed by Ajay’s room while Ajay and Shobha were fucking like animals, and asked Ajay about the noises emanating from his room. Luckily she had not entered.

When Shobha entered the kitchen Dipti was working there getting morning tea and some crackers and biscuits organized. Shobha came up behind Dipti and soon was standing next to her.

“Good morning, Didi!” she wished Dipti, “Can I help with anything?”

“Oh, hello Shobha. No you need not. I am mostly done. You relax- you seem to have had a tough, long night isn’t it?” responded Dipti.

Shobha froze. Was Dipti referring to the deflowering of her son; had she guessed? Or was she referring to the noises that she and Kumar may have made while engaging in the act? After all, hadn’t she and Kumar heard Dipti and Gopal going at each other noisily?

“Well, it was a busy night for you too!” replied Shobha. This kind of conversation around their sex lives had happened several times, but the specific reference to an event at night was new.

Dipti’s hands stopped even as she started adding sugar to the tea which was on the boil. “What was I busy with?” she asked.

“Well, we heard you!” replied Shobha, shoving her brother-in-law’s wife playfully on the shoulder. Dipti resumed the tea making.

“I was with my husband,” replied Dipti.

It was Shobha’s turn to go deep red. Her chest started heaving as she felt her throat constrict. “I too was with mine” she countered.

“Haan, eventually yes!” pushed on Dipti as she bustled about the kitchen.

Shobha slowly arranged the biscuits in a pattern on the plate. She didn’t look up at Dipti. Her mind went over the way she had mouthed and wetted her nephew’s cock and how she had admired the specimen of manhood. Hell, she had even thought if the father had anything like what the son sported, Dipti must have been having fun! And now this; the morning after.

“So, how was it?” asked Dipti. She was relentless, even though she was not being direct.

“Well, I had had a bit to drink. It was a lovely evening. That movie had that raunchy scene. I guess all of us were a bit aroused” went on Shobha. She felt her pussy moisten as Rize Escort her deeper mind relived the amazing pleasure. Had the illicitness of it enhanced the pleasure she wondered as her hands toyed with next biscuit pack.

“All that is true. It doesn’t fully answer the question though. Did you enjoy him?” Dipti persisted.

“I don’t know why you want to know the details” blushed Shobha. “We were not newly weds and it wasn’t our first time.”

“It was for him!” said Dipti, finally nailing the point beyond doubt. She knew. Somehow she knew. Either because she come by the room; while Shobha was riding her nephew like she would a bucking bronco; or she was at her room door watching Shobha go from Ajay’s room to her husband, Kumar’s room. Or maybe it was just Dipti’s maternal instinct.

“It was a mistake. I thought it was our bedroom and that the person in bed was Kumar'” she confessed, her heart thumping wildly. The color rose to her cheeks and her bosom started to rise and fall. One reason was the memory of the strong passion they had shared. The other reason was the arousal she felt from telling the mother that she had been with her son.

“Was it too late to stop when you realized?” she asked. It was an accusation for having corrupted her boy; could she not have stopped?

“No, I realized the moment………” Shobha paused. This was getting too graphic.

“The moment what?” pushed on Dipti.

“…….. Didi (sister), I don’t how to say this to you. The moment I felt him, I knew it wasn’t Kumar, but the boy was too crazed to stop,” Shobha gripped Dipti’s hand as she plunged on with her confession. And now Shobha was tense. Dipti might get upset and make a big issue of it and there might be a huge family drama.

Dipti stiffened and her body language was of a woman deeply distressed. “How do you mean you felt him?” she asked. At the very least, she wanted to know what had happened to her son. At the most, she needed to know if her husband’s brother’s wife had willfully seduced her son, which she considered unpardonable.

“I just did what I do when I want Kumar to make love to me,” said Shobha her hand gently staying on her Didi’s hand.

“Which is what? And how did that lead you to realize your mistake? What could you have done in a few minutes that you realized your mistake and yet, he was unstoppable? I find that hard to believe Shobha.”

Shobha knew that Dipti was going to be hard to stop if the fact of mistake was not established. She decided to tell Dipti everything. She said, “He just grew so rapidly and he was so large that it just could not have been Kumar. But he had become aroused and was large. I really tried to stop him Didi, but he was extremely aroused.”

“How did you try to stop him?” asked Dipti.

“Well, I took him out of my mouth and tried to get up” replied Shobha spontaneously.

“You had him in your mouth?” asked Dipti incredulously. Dipti now felt the juices moving between her legs at the thought of a woman sucking a man’s cock. And when that man was her own son…..

“Why? Haven’t you ever done that?” asked Shobha.

“No!” said a shocked Dipti. “But you had Ajay’s cock in your mouth?” she turned to look at Shobha in disbelief.

“It was dark and I just went under the sheets, just to get him up and moving quickly. I was high and the sounds of you and Bhai sahib (elder brother) fucking made it unmanageable for me,” proffered Shobha by way of explanation. “The rapid swelling, and the fuller body of that cock – I just knew in a jiffy it wasn’t Kumar!”

“Is he that large?” out popped the spontaneous question from Dipti. It was a question she regretted instantly. Ajay had slept in his parent’s room or with his mother from his infancy. It had stopped abruptly, in Ajay’s thirteenth year. That was also the day she discovered the sheet with the wet patch and the strands of hair on it. That was also the day after which he never let her see him nude or let her bathe him. She had never seen him that way again and suddenly, today, she just needed to know more about how much he had grown. Her entire stance went soft and Shobha could feel her melt.

“I thought perhaps he had his father’s genes on that. Kumar is surely a lot more slender. Ajay was thicker, fuller. And of course enormously energetic. But that is only to be expected with that age,” she remembered, feeling her lips dry as she thought of that excitement.

Dipti suddenly found herself responding to Shobha’s hand and felt warm towards this woman. It was as if she had met someone bringing her news of a loved one from a far away land. “Come lets sit and talk,” she said, drawing Shobha away to the hall settee. “Didn’t you try to stop it once you discovered your mistake?”

“Didi, I had been mouthing him a few times when I felt his hard young body and reached for the lights. By that time your son had been pushing his hips up and at my face. I think he was imagining it to be a wet dream. And once he awoke, his lust had taken over! He forced me for the next few minutes! I couldn’t help Rize Escort Bayan it, Didi,” she leaned forward and placed her cheek on Dipti’s shoulder.

“And after those first few minutes?” asked the mother, “Were you able to respond to his need?” Dipti felt a surge in her loins as she heard all this. She had been curious about her son. When she heard Shobha describe his cock she wanted more details, but she didn’t know how to ask without coming across as a slut. In her mind, some of the questions she had were so crass that she was ashamed at herself for wanting to know such things about her own son.

“I resisted him, but I couldn’t walk away from him. I had bathed him so often in his younger days and taken care of him so much. The need in him; somehow I felt that it was just an extension of all the needs in him I had taken care of in the past. When he reached for my breasts, I felt the mother in me wanting to nurse him.”

Dipti felt a surge in her own breasts and an upswelling of jealousy. Instinctively her hand rose and she placed a hand lightly on Shobha’s breast. She felt out the nipple and asked, “Did he suck you here?”

Shobha raised her head off Dipti’s shoulder and she looked her co-sister in her eyes. Dipti’s eyes were soft and pleading. She could almost see the woman regretting that it was not she in Ajay’s room last night. Shobha’s eyes were sparkling with excitement and feeling at telling her about her favorite nephew.

“Like all boys he was so keen to get at my breasts! He fumbled and pawed me awkwardly. I just couldn’t resist letting my blouse open and holding his head to me and suckling my little Ajay!” Shobha revealed. Her hand touched Dipti’s hand which was on her breast and she pushed Dipti’s hand to massage her breast and caress her nipple. Suddenly, electricity sparked between the two women sitting on the settee there.

“Your little boy is no longer little, Didi. He is a young stud and if his father is like him, I thought you must be enjoying a very full sexual life,” concluded Shobha.

Dipti’s other hand went around Shobha’s shoulder, heads, and she pulled her close and held her in an embrace. Her mind was spinning with thoughts of her own son. No, he didn’t seem to be like his father; he seemed a lot better endowed. Her cheek touched Shobha’s cheek and Dipti shivered. Her sexual ardor at this moment exceeded the feelings in bed with Gopal the previous night, screaming and pounding notwithstanding. She felt gratitude towards Shobha for having helped her son. But she also felt jealous that another woman had been able to meet a need which she could have filled herself.

She could not respond or reveal the truth in response to Shobha’s question on the comparison with the father. The two women did talk about their sex lives in general terms every now and then. But this morning, the whole topic had a different feel and depth to it. Dipti suddenly realized the sexual energy flowing between herself and her co-sister. Her hand on the breast was feeling and caressing and Dipti had already felt the nipples rise in erection and unfurl. The two women were nuzzling each other.

What Shobha said next broke the magic of the moment. “He filled me till here when I was on top. I don’t even know when that happened. I thought I could tame him by masturbating him and finding him release. Somewhere during that phase I too, lost control of myself,” she said, guiding Dipti’s hand lower to the base of her stomach. “And when he was on top he filled me deep down inside, with strong powerful surges and a full load,” she ended, admiringly.

Dipti looked into Shobha’s eyes. This woman had been on top of her son, and then she imagined her lying on her back opened out wide, cunt splayed with the robust youth between her legs. She had taken her boy away from her and had converted him to a young man. And she had taken a position in his life, which she, Dipti, felt intensely jealous about.

She pushed Shobha away and walked back to the kitchen. She didn’t want Shobha looking into her eyes and seeing the jealousy. Or worse, uncovering the completely illicit new desire in her to be her own son’s lover. She wanted Ajay to think only of her and remember only her as the woman to take him new places. She wanted him to discover everything about womanhood by exploring her body, not the body of just some woman. And her breasts, how they had ached and her nipples seemed like bursting when Shobha talked of it. And now, when Shobha talked of the penis in her womb, she wanted that womb to be hers.

At the very least, she needed to see his penis and touch and feel it. She was completely lost to the world around her. The moistness between her legs was making her feel very sluttish. Her nipples were aching. What was wrong with her, for god’s sake! Her own son and she was feeling like a whore, a slut, a woman of sexual energy who just wanted to take it out on her son and mark him as her own.

Shobha waited for Dipti to come out of her reverie. She moved closer and placed her hand on her co-sister’s shoulder. Escort Rize She put her arms around Dipti from behind and laid her head on Dipti’s back. Her hands caressed Dipti’s stomach and torso so as to soothe her. Dipti shivered. Shobha’s hands went to her hips and then lower down as she caressed the thighs. The two women were absorbed in each other. Dipti imagined those same hands on her son’s body just a few hours earlier. Oh god, how she needed consummation now! Where was the boy? She needed to see him now. And the hands on her felt so good.

Dipti felt awkward about the new desires surging in her. She wanted her son. She was being aroused by the touch of a woman. Maybe she should talk with Shobha more and satiate her curiosity. Maybe Shobha would have a way to help her find release.

Shobha found Dipti’s long silence disconcerting. This self absorption came across to Shobha as if Dipti was upset with the whole incident and was now not interested in talking to Shobha. Maybe she wouldn’t speak to Shobha ever again in her life. She left the room, leaving Dipti to struggle with the inner demons. She also wondered if Dipti would tell all to her husband which was sure to result in a breakdown in family relationships.

Late at Night

Shobha and Kumar had left, a bit too abruptly. Gopal could not figure out what had happened but Kumar had trotted an unconvincing excuse of some important business that needed attention.

Dipti was sure it had to do with her own conversation that morning with Shobha. When she had turned around she found Shobha was long gone. Shobha missed the morning tea which was had when the brothers returned from their morning walk. She came down ready in a saree, and after she had made sure Ajay had left for college. She kept out of Dipti’s way, heading into town; to meet some friends she explained to Dipti quickly.

And now Dipti was sitting by herself in the middle of the night. Her husband was fast asleep. The day had been one of emotional turmoil and physical need for her. She had watched Ajay closely. Her son seemed to have a problem in his pants. He kept fumbling trying to adjust his underpants to accommodate what seemed to be a permanent erection. Ajay was perplexed himself with this phenomenon. His cock just wouldn’t subside. He looked for his aunt but she was out. He had wanted to tell her he loved her. He felt all sorts of emotions towards her but she was nowhere to be seen.

Dipti had noticed the boy’s predicament and when he repeatedly asked about his aunt, Dipti felt intensely jealous. She wanted her son to look only for her. She wished that she had never stopped bathing him. She wished she had fondled his cock on the pretext of washing him. She regretted not having kept her son to herself and initiated him herself, thus keeping him to her self for life.

The bottling up and the events of last night had led to a shameful level of desire for physical intimacy in her. That gradual familiarity with the lad through the growing years would not have needed any justification and would have met the need in her, which now raged uncontrolled. The need which would have been easily explained, and would have been gradual and calibrated as the son grew to nineteen years, was now a raging lust for her own son. Her desires were now illicit but undeniable. The faster breath, the surge of slickness between her legs, and the aching of her nipples were for real.

Equally real was the shamefulness of a mother wanting her son’s body. Was it lust? Was it ownership? As she pondered the conflict in her mind, she also noticed that it took hardly any time for the shame to give way to unbridled lust as the thoughts inevitably turned to the hard young body. Was he thick? Or was he long? What made Shobha describe him in special terms? Perhaps a bulbous head? Was he a natural who had the correct animal instincts? Dipti sighed as she felt her pussy juice up for the umpteenth time that day.

Quietly she slipped into Ajay’s room. She wanted to look over her boy. She lay on the couch at the far end and stared at the prone body on the bed. He was fast asleep. She too had been asleep, but she was drifting in and out of sleep, tortured by images of forbidden sexuality and orientation. Not since she was a girl in her teens had she felt her nipples aroused and tonight, it woke her up, half expecting to find Shobha’s lips there. Or her cunt ache and imagine the youthful cock reaming her. And similar thoughts caused her to drift back to sleep.

This bout of sleep which she entered was deep. What stirred her out of it was the sound of sighing and rustling from the bed on which her son lay. As her eyes got used to the darkness, she was the movement on the bed. She propped her head just a little bit. Obviously she had not been noticed as being in the room.

His hand was under the sheet and the movement of the arm was obvious. Her son was masturbating. If she had any doubts on what he was imagining while masturbating, they were taken care of with his sighs of “Chachi!” (Auntie). Dipti felt her chest constrict and her breathing became difficult. This aroused her immensely and she also felt intense jealousy at hearing him murmur Shobha’s name. The boy was obviously lost over that experience. She didn’t want her son to ache like this. He need not ache. Wasn’t she there?

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My name is Ian Stuart Kelly. I am married with one son in college. I have a good job, although sometimes it’s a bit boring. I don’t have any real hobbies to occupy my free time and I’m not into sports, unless the occasional fishing trip counts. There is one thing I really enjoy. Sex. Luckily my wife Karen enjoys sex too. Even though we’ve been together for many years, she hasn’t yet let me try anal. And I really want to try. Karen is just a little on the plump side, which is ok with me. She has beautiful large breasts and a sweet pussy, so except for my anal obsession, I’m pretty much satisfied.

My son Danny is a junior at the university. He is home for the summer. A few days ago he suggested that we drive up to the lake and do a little fishing. We have a timeshare cabin and it was available for the next weekend.

That weekend fishing trip started a strange series of events that changed my life. I will let the reader decide if the change was good or bad.

I felt bad about canceling the weekend with my son. My boss signed me up for a seminar at the last minute on Friday. It was common knowledge in the office that attending was a stepping stone from middle management to bigger and better things. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Second chances were rare. Danny said he understood but I know he was disappointed. I left Friday evening for the two-hour drive and got settled into my hotel room. The Saturday morning session was informative if a little boring. During lunch, the event host announced that the main speaker was ill and that they would re-schedule the rest of the seminar at a later date.

I checked out of the hotel and headed home, thinking Danny and I might get at least part of the weekend. When I got back I noticed my wife’s car was gone but Danny’s was in the garage. I also saw Tony’s motorcycle in the driveway. Tony was one of my son’s friends. I didn’t care for Tony. There was just something about him. I walked upstairs and met Tony in the hallway.

“Hi Mr K.” Tony said, smiling.

“Hello Tony.” I said, trying to be polite.

“Danny’s in his room. We’re done goofing around, go on in.” Tony said. “He’s all yours.”

The bedroom door was partially open, but I knocked anyway before I pushed the door open and walked in.

Danny was there all right. He was lying in bed. He was wearing a white garterbelt and white stockings, and a white lacy bra. There was a pair of white lacy panties on the pillow next to his head. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. It seemed pretty obvious to me that he and Tony had just had sex. Hell, you could smell it. Danny’s longish hair was all tousled and his cock was wet with cum.

“Forget something Tony?” Danny said without opening his eyes.

“Tony left.” I said quietly.

“Oh God, dad, oh my God.” Tony said, his voice shaking.

I stood in the doorway staring at my son. He pulled the bedsheets around himself and I could see tears in his eyes.

After a minute or two, I closed the door and flipped the lock. I sat down on a chair across from the bed and waited for Danny to look at me.

“Danny. I’m not going to lecture you although I’m a bit shocked. You’re an adult and capable of making your own decisions. But I am concerned about your judgement.” I said, trying Nevşehir Escort to sound parental. “What if your mother had walked in?”

“Dad. I’m so sorry.” Danny said softly.

“Stand up son. I want to see what you look like.” I told Danny.

Danny stood up slowly, reluctantly. He dropped the sheet back on the bed. I pointed to the discarded panties and Danny slipped them on. When he straightened up I could see that despite being embarrassed, he was getting an erection.

I heard my wife’s car in the driveway and told Danny that we would talk later.

“Is this what you want? To look like a girl.” I asked.

Danny didn’t answer right away. Finally he raised his head and looked at me.

“Yes.” He said, his voice trembling.

“I just wanted to hear you say it. Now get out of those things and take a shower.” I said. “And use some air freshener in here before you come down stairs.”

I closed the bedroom door and started down stairs. Part of me was thinking, my son was a crossdresser and a sissy. Certainly not something a parent usually has to deal with. And it embarrassed me at the time, but part of me was thinking, ‘damn, Danny looked cute’.

“Hi dear.” I said as I walked into the kitchen.

“I saw your car, what happened?” Karen asked.

“Would you believe the main speaker got sick. I though Danny and I might salvage part of the weekend anyway.” I added.

That night we ordered a pizza. The three of us ate and watched a movie. Danny and I made plans to leave the next morning. Not a word was said about our earlier conversation, but we did exchange a few looks.

In our bedroom I stretched out and watched Karen getting undressed. I always enjoy watching. I was hornier than hell. Was it Karen, or was it thinking about how Danny looked? I already had a hard on. Like I mentioned before, Karen is just a little on the plump side. She has largish breasts with big areolas and nipples and she shaves her pussy, which I love.

She stood in front of her mirror and unbuttoned her blouse. I think she likes looking at herself almost as much as I like looking at her. She unclipped her bra and let it fall on the floor. Still looking in the mirror, she squeezed her breasts and touched her nipples. She put one hand under each beautiful fleshy globe and lifted them, making them jiggle. She turned towards me, still holding her breasts, offering them to me. She only stopped to wiggle out of her skirt and slip the practically transparent white panties off. They joined the bra on the floor. I could see the pussy lips already turning pink as her desire grew. She rubbed her pussy with both hands as she watched me stroking my cock.

Karen walked across the room to her nightstand, her breasts swaying rhythmically with each step. She opened a drawer and took out a condom. She always insisted that I wear one. I took it from her, opened the package, and unrolled it on my cock. She didn’t watch me. She watched my cock. Karen climbed on the end of the bed, and on her hands and knees she crawled forward, her breasts hanging down. She purposely moved side to side, swinging her lovelies back and forth. She continued crawling until her nipples, stiff and hard, were brushing my chest.

She bent her head to Nevşehir Escort Bayan gently touch her lips to mine. A sample of what might come later. She lowered her ass until her pussy was on top of my cock. She made no attempt to move her hands. She started wiggling until she managed to get my cock into her hole. Once it started slipping inside, she shoved down fast, impaling herself on my cock. I moaned as she started to grind her pelvis, taking me as deep as she could. I forgot about everything except that fantastic feeling of being inside of my wife. At that moment, nothing else mattered. Just her pussy milking my cock.

She masturbated herself, moving up and down, in and out. I was mesmerized by the way her breasts bounced just inched from my face. I reached up and grabbed one lovely mound in each hand. She moaned loudly as I caressed and squeezed them. When I pinched her nipples she almost screamed. Her eyes were wide open, her breathing becoming deeper and faster. All at once she stopped moving. I saw her eyes close and I felt her pussy muscles tensing as her orgasm swept over her. And I came too. That sudden release, squirting three or four times. Karen collapsed on top of me. We held each other and kissed until my cock went limp and slipped out of her hot wet pussy. As soon as she moved off of me, I knew something was wrong. My cock was covered in cum. The condom had broke. Karen ran to the bathroom. I couldn’t help noticing that a glob of cum was dripping down her inner thigh. I heard the shower come on.

She wasn’t going to be mad at me, I knew. But I thought it might be quite a while until I would get anywhere near her pussy again.

Danny and I got to the lake early the next morning. We didn’t talk much in the car, but I could tell Danny wanted to say something. We put our gear and cooler in the cabin and walked out on the pier. It was a beautiful morning. Clear sky; sun just coming up and no one around. It would get hotter later, but for now it was great.

Except the fish weren’t biting. After a couple of hours it started to get warm out on the pier with no shade.

“Come on Danny. Let’s get a couple of cold ones and sit in the porch were its cooler.” I suggested.

“Dad. Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” Danny said when we settled down on the cabin porch.

“I’m not mad son. It’s a life choice. Almost ever week on TV you see that some athlete or movie star or somebody is ‘coming out’. Men and women both. Hell some cities even have parades.” I said.

“And the girlie stuff?” Danny said softly, his head down.

“Son. I don’t know how those things make you feel. If it makes you feel more like a girl, then why not.” I answered. But I must insist on one thing. Not in the house where your mother might catch you.”

“Ok dad.” Danny said.

“It was a bit of a shock seeing you like that the other day. But to be honest, you did look cute. You have nice legs. I can see why other guys might be attracted to you.” I said.

We went back into the cabin, Danny to the small bedroom and I got another beer from the cooler. When I heard Danny behind me, I grabbed another beer to give to him. When I turned around Danny was standing in the middle of the room.

He was dressed all in pink. Escort Nevşehir He was wearing a garterbelt and stockings, a very lacy bra and panties so sheer I could see his cock straining the material

“Danny. What are you doing?” I asked, stumbling on the words.

“I’m showing you what I am, and what I want.” Danny whispered.

“What you want?” I asked.

“Dad. I used to hear you and mom through the wall at night. I would pretend I was there instead of mom.” Danny said. “I think that’s when I changed.”

Danny walked up to me, put his arms around me and gave me a hug. I pushed him away and started to say something. I was a bit shocked. I never got the words out. Danny lifted his head and kissed me. I keep reliving that moment, asking myself why I didn’t pull away, but I didn’t. I can honestly say that I’ve never been interested in other men much less my own son. But here I was kissing him back. Maybe it was just the surprise. I should have stopped right there.

Almost in a trance, I watched as my son knelt down in front of me and pulled down my sweatpants and boxers. Danny reached up and took my cock in his hand and started stroking it. All I could do was watch. But damn his hand felt good. After a minute or so Danny stood up, still holding my cock. He led me to the bed and I followed like I was wearing a leash. I sat down on the bed and Danny knelt down again. I knew what he was going to do. Like slow motion, Danny lowered his head. I took a deep breath and watched as my cock disappeared into his mouth.

My wife Karen would occasionally give me a blowjob, but it wasn’t something she did often. Danny was very good. I started fidgeting which must have warned Danny that I was getting close to cumming. He pulled his head up off my cock and stood up.

“Dad. Take off my panties.” Danny said. I can still hear him saying that even today.

I did as he said, slipping the panties down his stockinged legs. I could see a wet stain in the thin material. Danny’s own cock was shaved smooth, his ball small and tight. There was precum dripping out. Danny moved past me and knelt on the bed, his ass raised. I certainly shouldn’t have, but I kicked off my pants and boxers from around my ankles and got up behind him. I think I realized this had gotten way out of hand, but I couldn’t stop.

Between my saliva and a few drops of Danny’s precum, I got his ass lubricated.

“Daddy. Fuck me.” I heard Danny say in a whisper. “Please fuck me.”

I didn’t hesitate. The part of my brain that controls pleasure had taken over. I grabbed my son’s hips, got my cock against his asshole, and pushed. There was some resistance, but I slipped in easier than I thought. I heard Danny groan and I pushed in as far as I could. Now it was my turn to groan. I could feel Danny squeezing and he was so incredibly tight. I started fucking my son. He pushed back, matching my thrusts. It didn’t take long until I was cumming deep in Danny’s ass. My cum made his hole even more slippery. I pumped a few more times until my cock went limp and slipped out. I cannot, even now, explain just how fantastic that felt.

Danny rolled over on his back and grabbed his own cock. He masturbated faster and faster. I watched as globs of white cum oozed out of his cock and dribbled onto his hand. I watch as he lifted his hand and licked it clean.

“My god Danny. What have we done?” I said.

“Well. I think I got a new lover. Maybe from now on my only lover.” Danny said, still whispering. “And next time you can see what my cock tastes like.”

End of part one.

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Dex and Twins at College

CHAPTER 2

I was on my back when I gradually came awake and became aware that I had a raging woody tenting the bedclothes. I opened my eyes to see that the room was dark but the gray light of pre-sunrise was trying to invade the room around the drawn curtains. Without glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand to my left, I guestimated the time based on the gloomy light at the window. I know that cloud cover could greatly throw such estimates off but I went with my guestimate and looked to my left at the clock. I smiled to myself as I was only ten minutes off. Not bad.

I glanced down from the clock to see June, lightly snoring with her head scrunched deep in her pillow facing away from me. Her body was in a fetal position. Her warm, naked butt was pressed against my left hip. I felt a pressure on my throbbing woody. I didn’t need to look to my right at Julie. I knew where she was.

I lifted the covers. There was barely enough light to see Julie grinning at me around my rigid cock. Her lips were locked around the ridge of my knob as her tongue lashed the pebbled, spongy skin. I groaned softly when her tongue slashed across the ‘spot’ at the base of my glans and she softly giggled from my reaction.

Julie pulled her lips off with a slight ‘pop’ and grinned as she whispered, “Good morning big brother. Your dick is extra hard today. What kind of dream were you having? Was I in it?” I thought for a moment and I couldn’t remember having a dream. All of her questions were rhetorical and Julie went back to work trying to be quiet so she wouldn’t wake June and have to share.

Julie began jerking me off as she suckled my knob but she abandoned that because it made too much noise. She pushed her lips down my shaft and I dropped the covers and autonomously pushed my hips up at her. She quickly adjusted her position and pushed down as my cock moved into her throat. Then she quickly bobbed her head up and down to throat fuck my cock before she had to pull back to breathe. She had learned that move from watching our Mom, who is a great ‘throat-fucker’.

My muscles seized and I whispered, “Oh fuck girl.” I thought I was going to cum but it stopped and retreated when she stopped dead with half my cock in her mouth. She held motionless for several seconds and then pulled her mouth off. The covers lifted and Julie whispered, “Shit. That was close. Don’t cum yet. I want you to fuck June awake.” She smiled and nodded.

I looked to my left again to see if June was stirring and she was still gently snoring. She hadn’t moved a muscle. I slowly and gently pulled my body away from her so she wasn’t connected to my hip. Julie spit on my cock for lubrication and used her mouth to make sure my cock was sloppy wet. She pulled off and nodded at me with a huge grin on her face.

I turned slowly onto my left side and Julie released my cock. It slapped down on the mattress making more noise than I wanted. Julie snickered and followed me around so she could watch. I had no delusions about how far I would get before June was startled awake. I figured that the moment my cock touched her, she would come awake yelling, “What the fuck.” Or something like that.

I positioned my body so that the first and only part of my body to touch June would be my cock. As I closed in, I lifted my sloppy cock with my right hand and aimed it at the target at the top of her thighs. With her knees pulled up in a fetal position, this would be easier. I adjusted my angle of attack and slid further down the bed. My knob was closing in. Julie snickered at what was about to happen.

Moving ever so slowly, I very lightly touched my cock to the area just forward of her anus touching both upper and lower thighs. There was no way of avoiding her thighs. I was certain that would be it before she came awake but she didn’t stir. I held my position for several moments before pushing forward. My knob disappeared but it wasn’t inside her yet. I continued, millimeters at a time.

Julie had a front row seat and she reached forward and gripped my cock at my balls and made a slight adjustment and then she quietly snickered and whispered, “Perfect.” She was trying to speed things up by pushing on my ass but I resisted her efforts, which wasn’t hard since I had a hundred pounds on her.

I rocked my hips forward and my slippery cock slid into the cradle formed by her labia. June still lightly snored and hadn’t moved at all. I adjusted my position again and rocked my hips forward and I felt my knob enter June’s pussy. She stopped snoring and I just froze. So did Julie. After more than a minute of nothing more from June, I pushed forward again and I could feel her pussy close over the ridge of my knob. I was technically inside June’s pussy. I stopped there and held my position for a long time.

Suddenly, June pushed her ass back at me shoving my cock all the way inside. June turned her head to me and said, “Well, for God’s sake. Are you going to fuck me Ordu Escort or not?” She started fucking me instead, rocking her hips forward and back. I joined her motion and Julie came up on my thigh so she could see better.

June muttered, “Fuck. What a way to be woken up in the morning. Jesus you’re big this morning. Is that from a horny dream or from Julie’s blow-job. Julie and I both laughed and I picked up the pace as June began moaning. She pulled her knees tight into her chest to give me more access.

Several minutes later, June burst into her orgasm as her body went rigid from neck to toes. I kept right on going and June screamed. I could feel her pussy pulsing on my cock and that sensation was what pulled me up to my climax. I kept pumping my hips at her and she relaxed as she let a long groan come from her lungs. It was a sound of total contentment. She went limp.

Julie was pulling on my hips and said, “Don’t cum in her. I want to drink you all up.” I quickly contemplated my options and complied with Julie’s request. I rolled onto my back, pulling my cock from June’s pussy who groaned again as I came free.

Julie was instantly in position between my legs and buried my sloppy cock in her mouth. She throat-fucked me again and that was it for me. Julie had enough experience to know that I was about to cum, so she pulled back to the ridge and began a two handed, counter-rotating hand-job to finish me off.

I blasted her mouth with a huge amount of cum and her face scrunched up as her eyes pinched shut, squeezing out tears that had suddenly bloomed. She refused to pull off as she struggled to swallow. Her hands never slowed on my cock and another huge shot exploded into Julie’s mouth. She forced open her eyes and gave me a look of, ‘Sorry about this.’ She was forced to let my cock go and cum blasted out of her mouth into my pubic hair and stomach. The third shot blasted her in the face at the same time. A fourth shot hit her in the face as she struggled to swallow the first two shots.

June had turned to watch and she burst out laughing at Julie’s dilemma. She said, “Nice job, Julie. At least you left some for me.” Julie swallowed what she had left and pushed her lips back over my knob in time for the last two shots. Tears ran down her face as she grinned around my cock. She stayed right there until she was certain that I was done.

June worked her way down the bed and began slurping up the cum on my stomach. Julie kissed the cum off my shaft and balls and then her attention went to the cum on her face. June helped with that as she began licking cum from her sister’s face. That turned into passionate kissing and I knew where this would lead. I broke it up saying, “Come on ladies. We have to get ready for classes.”

June and Julie’s passionate kissing subsided and slowed to short pecking kisses on their lips. Julie giggled and said, “Later?” June vigorously nodded her head and we all scrambled out of bed to start our day.

We ate breakfast together in the school cafeteria before we split up to go to classes. The twins were in the same classes. We refrained from public intimacy to avoid making a spectacle of ourselves. I wished them a ‘great day’ and headed for the Math and Science quad, which consisted of four building for classes and labs.

Sometimes, the twins and I met at the cafeteria for lunch but not today. It was Friday and my weekly Power Lab course could easily go into lunchtime. There were twenty-five students and you had to wait your turn on the machines. This was my toughest course.

After my last class of the day, I headed over to the gymnasium to workout before heading down to the Lacrosse field to watch the twins’ practice. There was no game today. I was thinking about Coach Mandy and before I got through the front door of the gym my hard-on was in full bloom.

I jerked myself off in a bathroom stall and then dressed in my workout clothes and headed for the weight room. I was allowed to use it until the football players took it over after practice. I worked up a lather and my muscles burned. When I heard the commotion in the hall, I went back to the locker room to shower and dress. When I exited the locker room, I nearly collided with several cheerleaders making their way to the women’s locker room. I looked them over to see if any of them was Molly or Bethany. The last one accidentally, on-purpose bumped into me and dragged her left hand across the crotch of my pants. My cock instantly reacted. I’m sure that the cheerleader’s intent was to hit and run but she reacted to my cock pushing back and she stopped and held her hand right where it was. She gazed up into my eyes expecting me to flee in embarrassment and a year ago, I would have done just that.

I gazed back down to her eyes with a slight smile on my face and manually flexed my hard cock against her hand. Still locked on to my eyes, she ran her hand around on my crotch to assess the dimensions. Then she lost her nerve and dropped her gaze and pulled back Ordu Escort Bayan her hand and stepped to the side to continue her trek to the locker room. She looked back at me and smiled before pushing her way through the locker room door.

At the other end of the hall, the door blasted open and slammed against the cinderblock wall. Molly walked down the hallway in her cheerleader uniform and grinned when she saw me at the men’s locker room door. I waited for her to walk to me. She stopped a couple feet from me and said, “That was an experience wasn’t it?” I assumed that she meant yesterday’s three-way with her mother. She said nothing more about it. Then she leaned in and looked around to see if anyone could hear and whispered, “How would you like another completely different experience right now?

She must have seen my pants jutting out with my erection as she walked up and she looked around again and then pushed her right hand onto the outline of my hard-on. She said simply, “OOOOhhhh, this in nice. Who is this for? Anyone particular or do you always have a hard-on?”

I chuckled at her question and said, “Pretty much the latter.”

Molly grinned and said, “Well. Are you up for some fun?” I nodded and pushed my hips forward against her hand cradling the outline of my cock. She flashed a wicked grin and stepped back and raised her right hand and gave me an index finger-wag that said, ‘follow me.’ I adjusted the position of my cock in my pants and followed closely behind Molly.

She led us past the men’s and women’s locker room doors on opposite sides of the hallway to a utility closet on the side of the women’s locker room. It was long and narrow. The only light was near the door illuminating many pieces of equipment that I ignored as I passed by them following Molly all the way to the back end. There was nearly total darkness back there and I accidentally kicked a short wooden stool against the wall. Molly shushed me in the darkness and I whispered, “Sorry.”

The only light was from the dim light bulb at the door, which had little effect back here. Molly turned on the led light on her cell-phone and aimed it at the wall to our right. A vent with little light coming through was at the top of the sheetrock wall between two wooden studs. Below the vent was a string hanging from what looked like a rubber sink plug around two inches in diameter. It was about four feet off the floor. The string was mounted to the wall on one end and to the plug on the other. There was another plug two feet below that one, with the same string and mount. Molly pushed the top plug and it fell out of the hole on the other side of the wall. There was an audible ‘thunk’ as the string went taught. She said, “Take a look.”

I went down on one knee to do as she asked and I couldn’t immediately figure out what I was seeing. The room I was peering into was mono-colored and the wall shined with the bright overhead lights. I finally figured out that the walls, floor and ceiling were all the same colored tile. My guess was that I was looking into a shower room. I stepped up on the stool and peered through the vent. I could see most of what was, in fact, a shower room. No one was using it at the moment but I could hear water dripping steadily onto the floor.

Molly took the string at the mount and pulled the plug back into place. She pushed the lower plug to show the same configuration. It didn’t take much imagination to figure out that someone had strategically made these holes with plugs to conceal them from inside the shower room. Molly whispered, “The plugs are the same color as the tiles and they’re nearly impossible to see unless you know they’re there. That’s the women’s shower room and it’s going to be full of naked cheerleaders pretty soon. We’ve had a lot of fun with someone we think is the maintenance guy. Who ever it is, his cock is half the size of yours? I’ll be curious to see who thinks yours is too big. Probably Bethany.” I chuckled and wondered if Bethany would take another crack at my cock. Perhaps she’d learned something since last time. I know I had.

Molly unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. It was pulsing with anticipation. Our eyes were adjusting to the darkness and I could see her guide my cock to her lips. I softly groan when she pushed her lips on and started jerking me off with her right hand while her left fumbled with my balls. She giggled around my shaft as it pulsed hard in her mouth.

She pulled back and said, “When they come in, just stick your cock through the top hole. The bottom hole works good for fucking doggy style. My cock jumped when I thought about that. Molly turned and left turning off the light at the door. Then she looked back around the door and said, “By the way, when everyone is done and leaves, you have to put that cock into the lower hole. Don’t forget. Okay? Oh yeah, pull the plugs back in place when you’re done.”

I said, “What am I waiting for?” but she was gone already. The only light now was from the vent and Escort Ordu it was dark.

I jacked on my cock to keep it at maximum size and waited. My heart hammered in my chest. It was pretty warm in the closet and I unbuttoned my shirt to cool down.

Moments later, there was a ruckus in the shower room. I stepped up on the stool and looked down through the vent. Eight or more pretty hot girls came into the shower room in towels and promptly hung them on pegs across the room. They were hooting and hollering just to hear the echoes bouncing off the tile surfaces. The shower heads came on and the sound of water rushing through the pipes above me was deafening.

I took the top string in my fingers and eased the top plug from the hole and lowered it until the string went taught. I pushed my cock through the top hole. I was glad that the wall was made of sheetrock with thin tile on the other side. If it was cinderblock, there wouldn’t be much of my dick showing in the shower room.

I had to bend my legs a little while standing on the stool but off the stool the hole would be too high and I wouldn’t be able to see what was happening through the vent. Nothing happened for a few moments and then a scream erupted that echoed around the room. I pushed my cock further into the hole and looked down. Molly had arrived and was the one who screamed. She pointed across the room at my cock and then there was total chaos. The echoes in the room made it impossible to hear what was being said but no one grabbed onto my erection.

The girls formed a semi-circle below the vent and then settled down. One of the girls said, “Fuck. That doesn’t belong to the maintenance guy. It’s huge.” Being the team captain, Molly stepped forward and curled her fingers around my shaft and began jerking on it. Several of the others began snickering and giggling. Some of the girls backed off to make room for others jockeying for position so they could get a close-up view of what Molly was doing.

Molly turned toward the group and said, “It’s awful hard. Try it.” The more adventurous ones came forward and took turns jerking on my cock like Molly had been doing. Then two at a time were stroking my cock. The giggles continued as a couple of the girls that had moved to the back began fondling each other’s pussies and tits and finally pulled each other into a passionate embrace.

Molly stepped back and inconspicuously looked up at the vent and sent an air-kiss. I smiled to myself as one of the girls pushed her lips on my knob while others used their hands. Four of the girls were working me over, including Molly, while two were on the tile floor in a sixty-nine. Two more just stood back and watched as they fingered themselves. One of them was Bethany.

Molly and another girl took up positions on either side of my protruding cock and pushed their lips to the side of my shaft and coordinated their motions up and down my cock from the tip to the tiled wall. A third girl pushed her lips over my knob and drilled her tongue along the ‘spot’. I groaned hard as a fourth girl grabbed the sides of the head of the girl on my knob and began driving her lips up and down my shaft displacing Molly and the other girl.

The girl on my shaft started awking with her mouth wide open and then began gagging. The others laughed and the girl forcing her mouth on and off my cock released her and then took her place. She had some cock-sucking skills and took about half and then pulled back gagging too.

Molly stepped in to take her turn and I smiled to myself as I knew Molly was going to show them all how to deep-throat. I was trying hard to hold off to savor this experience but Molly’s throat-fuck was too much. Molly knew I was going to cum and she motioned vigorously with her hands for the others to come in close. All four of them circled Molly and as I thought my head would explode, Molly pulled off my cock just as a rocket of cum exploded from my cock. Molly took all of that shot in the face to the howling laughter of the others. One by one the other three moved into position to receive my subsequent blasts. One took it in the face and on her tits and the other two put their lips over my knob and took it in their mouths.

One of them turned to the others and pushed the cum out on her lips and then collected it with her tongue and then did it all again. Bethany stepped forward and kissed the girl displaying her load and it was obvious she was sharing.

Molly stepped in and finished off the last two shots in her mouth and made a big show of swallowing it. The others began hooting again and pumping their fists. Then a more adult voice yelled out, “What’s going on in here?” Molly positioned herself in front of me and I pulled my cock back from the hole and pulled the plug back into place.

The girl that had taken a couple shots of cum in the face and chest meekly said, “Nothing Coach.”

A fully dressed woman, who was not much older than the girls and was smoking hot with a blonde pony-tail poking straight up off the top of her head appeared and moved along the opposite wall. She looked at the girl who spoke up and after a quick moment said, “Really Jeannie? That wouldn’t be man-jizz all over your face and boobs, would it.” The girl went beet red and ran from the shower room.

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Dancing together on the dance floor, kissing softly, knowledgeable hands were caressing Sharon’s ass. That sexy, round, delicious ass. In those scrumptious, yummy short-shorts.

Nineteen year-old Sharon was one of the most delicious baby-doll blondes, with clear blue eyes, a peaches and cream complexion and a smile that lit up a room. She had an engaging personality, instantly liked by almost everyone. Perfect cupcake tits, a firm, smooth tummy, nice legs tapering into smooth calves. But her best feature, bar none, was that sexy, delectable bubble-butt. Sharon knew it too, she loved to wear tight minis – and sexy, short-shorts.

Sharon loved to flaunt her body, the seemingly-innocent 19-year old liked to show off her assets. She wore tight tops and halters, often going braless, showing off her cotton-candy nipples. Sharon favored thongs and wore them under her tight little minis and short-shorts, but naughtily let everyone see she was wearing one. Recently, Shauna had pierced her navel and there was a piercing that was a gift from her mother.

The very same mother who was dancing with now in the Gay Nightclub they’d been frequenting for the last year. The horny mother who was kissing her in a very un-motherly fashion, while all the jealous clientele looked on. The mother who was Sharon’s lesbian lover, as Sharon was hers.

“Want to go home, baby girl?” Kari whispered in her daughter’s ear as they swayed along with the music. To emphasize her own horniness, she slid her hands down the tiny short-shorts her daughter wore and snapped the thong playfully. Sharon squealed with delight.

“Not just yet, you naughty mommy!” Sharon giggled, teasing her mother. She looked into Kari’s rich, brown eyes, full of love and desire and leaned in again, sliding her lips against her mother’s for another intense, desire-filled kiss. The heat between the two women was palpable.

Kari was still beautiful as she approached her 40th birthday. Taller than her daughter at nearly 5’10” tall, the former Beauty Queen had long, auburn hair that she wore curly, nearly down to her waist. Her breasts were full and firm, not a hint of sag. She was a sun worshipper and her soft skin was a golden brown color nearly all the time and she didn’t have any tan lines. Kari worked out meticulously to keep her figure and flat tummy. She went frequently for a Brazilian wax to keep herself smooth, which her delicious daughter-lover seemed to appreciate. Kari’s legs were long and sleek, tonight she was in a black silk dress, also braless with a plunging neckline, black patterned stockings and stilettos Sharon had bought for her as a gift. Any man would be mad with desire to sleep with her, but she only had eyes for her incestuous daughter / lover.

Kari had no intentions of ever becoming Sharon’s lover. A bit over a year ago, when this had all started, she’d been divorced from Sharon’s father for about 10 years. Emily supposed that Max was all right in bed,, but there had to be more to sex than Max’s meager fumblings and thrustings. A considerate lover would have seen to it that his partner enjoyed lovemaking, but Max had never seemed to give a damn about her feelings – in or out of bed.

She had met Max when she’d was still on the Beauty circuit and been immediately impressed by his body, especially his six-pack. One night, Kari had snuck away from the chaperone, met him in a nearby motel and fucked his brains out. Writhing atop him, sucking his cock, letting him fuck her like a doggie-bitch in heat, Max had been very surprised at the wanton nature of the seemingly-innocent Teen Queen.

Recognizing a good thing when he had it, and not wanting to lose her to another stud – who probably would have been much better fucks, Kari supposed – he had proposed and she had accepted, falling into the life of wife and mother easily, having her beautiful Sharon early on. She adored her daughter, she was a refuge in her dull marriage – and subsequent divorce from – boring, useless Max.

Kari noticed at this time that Sharon had seemed not to be dating anymore. As her daughter was beautiful, sexy and flirty, this Niğde Escort baffled her mother. A tease is what Kari would have labelled her daughter, favoring her little minis and skimpy shorts, not afraid to flaunt what she had. Boys should have been panting after her, especially when she wore those snug, short-shorts that Kari looked so very on Sharon. When she wore those kind of shorts, coupled with her tiny halter, Kari thought the perfect words for Sharon were “eye candy.”

Kari decided she needed to confront Sharon about this situation, as a concerned parent. When Sharon got home from her part-time job at the Video store, she was wearing her hottest black leather shorts and a matching crepe-style top. Sharon sat down on their couch and crossed her legs, bouncing her high heel-clad foot.

“What’s up Mom?” Sharon said with a bright smile. When Sharon flashed that kind of smile, it became even harder to figure out why her sexy daughter wasn’t dating.

“I’m a bit concerned about you, darling” her mother said in a soft, dulcet tone. “I noticed you haven’t been going out on any dates lately. I don’t understand, you’re such a sweetheart, I would think there are tons of boys interested in you. Is everything all right?”

“Of course, Mom.” The way Sharon said it and the tone she took left Kari totally unconvinced.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room, for a few minutes, Kari was finding it almost unbearable. Finally, to break the silence, Sharon spoke again. “Well Mom, to be honest, I don’t really care much for men.” Sharon said, biting her bottom lip.

Kari was a bit shocked, but Sharon remained totally calm. She kept swinging her leg, which was extremely distracting, but Kari let her daughter continue with her explanation.

“My feelings towards men have nothing to do with Daddy, Mom, I know why you and he split. He was a dud in the bedroom, he was cold emotionally. I know that there are lots of nice men out there, but it doesn’t matter to me, I just don’t find men sexually appealing.”

Being a modern parent, Kari was surprised, but she wasn’t upset. Her brown eyes looking into her daughter’s dazzling blue eyes, Kari asked “So darling, are you saying you’re attracted to women?”

Again, Sharon bit her lip, looked up at her mother, and nodded.

“Have you had – experiences – with women?” Sharon nodded once more.

“Is there a woman you’re attracted to right now?”

When Kari asked her daughter that question, it caused Sharon to stop swinging her leg and her adorable face turned beet-red. In a tiny little voice, Sharon replied “Yes”.

“Wellll …..? “

“Mom, it’s you.”

This piece of news DID come as a shock to Kari . To the core. She had never fantasized about women, not even when she was on the Beauty circuit, surrounded by stunning examples of sexy womanhood. Kari’s heart was pounding, there was an undeniable sexiness to Sharon, she was one of the sexiest things Kari had ever seen. Whenever Sharon wore a sexy outfit, Kari had to admit, if she was being honest with herself, she paid rapt attention.

“I know there’s nothing we can do about it, you being my mother and all … “

“Who says we can’t do anything about it?” Kari heard that voice coming from somewhere, almost far-off, then realized it was her own voice. Sharon was staring at her, wide-eyed. Kari gathered up all the courage she possessed and spoke to her daughter earnestly.

In for a penny, in for a pound. Kari smiled and touched her daughter’s knee. “Baby, society might say you’re wrong, but who would know? I’ve lived my entire life by society’s rules and look what it’s gotten me! I have no one, you have no one. I’m flattered that such a sexy girl thinks I am so sexy, and … “

“Mom, you think I’m sexy?”

“Yes baby, very.”

That was all it took, the dam was now broken. A beaming Sharon stood up from the couch, took her mother’s hand and Kari stood up. Both women trembling, they kissed – it was a sensual kiss, full of love and desire and forbidden passions.

“I think we should take this upstairs — Mom!’ Niğde Escort Bayan Sharon said, putting extra emphasis on the last word. Sharon led the way, feeling her mother’s eyes on her ass. She turned back and smiled seductively at her parent. “You like my tush, Mom?”

Kari reached out and pinched her daughter’s gorgeous, tight, little butt. “I love your ass baby, especially when you wear those tight, yummy short-shorts.” It was as if all of Kari’s innermost secrets were coming out tonight.

Sharon grinned, when they reached the top of the stairs, she wanted to know “Your bedroom or mine?”

“Mine. I still have that nice double bed. It’s been kind of lonely the last few years. I guess that’s about to change” Kari said, winking at Sharon.

Sharon nodded, letting her mother lead the way in. She looked at Kari’s body, her mom didn’t have a bad ass herself. In fact, ALL of Kari was still delicious, Sharon wondered why she hadn’t been on the dating scene either? Sharon didn’t care, for she was about to realize her most-forbidden fantasy.

“Let’s strip and have some fun, baby!” Kari purred.

Kari made a little show out of getting out of her own white dress and top, revealing a lacy, pink Victoria’s Secret bra and matching thong. It looked so sexy against her mother’s tanned skin, Sharon was compelled to reach out and touch Kari’s soft skin. “I bought you that for your birthday” Sharon grinned as she saw her mother sit down on the bed.

Kari watched admiringly as Sharon got out of her short-shorts and top, pirouetting a bit, wiggling her ass provocatively at her mother. She was about to take off her heels, but Kari stopped her. “Leave them on, baby. I like heels. And you look very sexy in them!” Sharon grinned as she joined her mother on the bed, pushing her down with an impish grin.

“Trust me Mommy, I’ll take good care of you.” Sharon leaned over her mother’s prone body and began kissing her soft skin, noticing the goosebumps rise quickly. She could smell a subtle scent of arousal wafting from Kari and kissed her tummy, downward and slid the tiny pink thong off her mother. There was her prize, a sweet, yummy pussy, already glistening wet with desire. Kari was turned on already, it was a tremendous compliment to the horny teen.

Sharon stroked her mother’s cunt gently, hearing a soft moan escape Kari’s lips, then she began to lick. Flattening her tongue against the sweet pussy, Sharon began to fervently eat pussy. She teased, she sucked, she nibbled at the hot clit and ran her hands all over Kari’s aroused body as she did so. Impatient with want, Kari removed her bra. Sharon got the hint, moved up and kissed Kari’s cocoa-brown nipples, stroked the tanned flesh. Then, with a pixie-grin, she began working down, down, down and gave her mother her first taste of cunnilingus, eating her for all she was worth. Sharon was a seeming natural at lezzie-loving and Kari orgasmed within mere minutes.

“Your turn – lover!” Sharon teased, again emphasizing the latter word. It got to Kari, the illicit nature of all this, she wanted nothing more than to see Sharon’s face contorted in blissful orgasm. Kari took a different turn, holding Sharon close, kissing her cotton-candy nipples, her tummy, running her fingers through Sharon’s long, blonde hair. When it was Kari’s turn to eat pussy, she flipped her sexy young daughter over, facing the front of the bed and ate Sharon out from behind, enjoying her first feast of cunt. Kari also got to kiss and lick that delicious, delectable ass, the one that had teased her oh-so-many times in those too-sexy, short-shorts.

Mother and daughter spent the whole night together, and every night after that. Sharon only used her own bedroom if they had company, most nights were spent entwined in each other’s arms. “Sixty-nine” became their favorite number. Sharon began insisting that her beautiful mother should dress more provocatively. “You’re a hottie Mom, if you’ve got it, flaunt it!” From then on, Kari got lots of offers to date, but accepted none of them. No one could thrill her the way her kinky little daughter Escort Niğde could. Sharon continued teasing her mother, wearing the tightest, sexiest clothing she could find. Nearly always, minis or short-shorts. Sometimes, she even skipped the thongs.

When Sharon was in an extremely teasing mood, she would torment her mother, wearing ALL of her clothing with no underwear, a subtle perfume, stilettos and a sheer top. She would dance around the room, teasing and kissing, but not quite letting Kari reach her. When they finally got to the bedroom, both women were hungry for each other, devouring each other’s cunts fiercely.

Sharon and Kari found that they both were attracted to other women, although neither one had taken another lover quite yet. They didn’t need to, for now, they were content with each other. Sexy, steamy nights in bed kept them satiated for now. Sharon found a Gay Nightclub they were comfortable visiting, where they could be anonymous girlfriends. Kari and Sharon and became regulars. Oddly, Sharon liked the older women patrons, while Kari adored the young cuties. They had a small circle of new friends at the Club and Friday was “their” night.

“How about it Mommy, do you feel like being naughty?” Sharon whispered in Kari’s ear, knowing that her mother was now just like her, perverted and up for anything.

“Mmm-hmm — just what did you have in mind?”

“Follow me.”

Her rounded ass swaying in Kari’s favorite pair of black leather short-shorts, Sharon led her mother to the elaborate Powder Room located in the corner of the Club. Kari sat down on the plush leather couch while Sharon locked the door behind them. Eagerly, Sharon yanked off Kari’s top and mini-skirt, burying her face in her mother’s dripping cunt. Her hands caressed her mother’s tanned thighs as she ate pussy, Kari’s moans fueling her onward.

“Oooh, you naughty lezzie-bitch, you know what momma likes! Sharon baby, keep eating my cunt. Like that, oohhh yesss, there baby, you nasty little slut, that’s the spot!” Kari’s yelps and screams were music to her daughter’s ears, she loved making her beautiful mother squeal and writhe. Dancing with Sharon so intimately had aroused the ex-Beauty Queen to a fever-pitch and she came easily, flooding her daughter’s licking face.

Sharon moved away from Kari quickly and wriggled out of her tight short-shorts, revealing her new clit piercing, another gift from her lezzie-loving mom. Kari herself wasn’t quite that bold yet, but she had let Sharon convince her to have her belly-button pierced with a cute little unicorn adorning it. Every time Kari licked Sharon’s piercing, the girl howled in orgasm, so Kari was considering it. Sharon straddled her face and Kari buried her face in the pussy she adored.

“Oh dammit Mom, you’re the fucking best! Such a good pussy-eater, who knew my Mom would be such a hot, lezzie bitch? Eat it, eat it, ohhhh Mom, EAT MY CUNTTTT!!” Sharon howled.

Her daughter’s nectar was sweet and Kari relished every drop of it. She craved it, licking Sharon was one of her favorite treats. They had some lovely sex toys in their collection, including a strap-on that Sharon adored having Kari screw her with, but Kari loved touching, kissing and massaging Sharon more than anything on earth. Toys were a nice bonus, but skin-to-skin was the nicest sensation of all.

“Ohhh Mommy, you’re such a naughty little whore!” Sharon screeched as she came on her mother’s licking tongue. Kari thrilled at her offspring’s perverse compliment, she loved unleashing her new wild side with Sharon, she hoped that they would never stop.

Their lusts temporarily satiated, the two women got re-dressed, teasing each other, fondling a bit. Sharon put on her tight shorts and Kari ran her manicured fingernails against her daughter’s slim, silky legs. They kissed, one last time and Sharon unlocked the door. Standing there was their favorite bartender, pretty redheaded Janice. She grinned naughtily as she passed the incestuous pair.

Face flushed, Kari went outside with Sharon and got in the car. “Do you think she knew what we were doing in there?” Kari asked Sharon, mildly embarrassed, still stroking Sharon’s legs in those tight, black leather short-shorts Kari adored so much.

Sharon chuckled loudly. “Oh Mother, sure she did! My goodness, who do you think taught ME?” she said to her now-shocked mom.

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I usually didn’t accept the invitations of the guys at the office to go out after work. After all, I was 48 years old and married for 20 years while they were all young and single. For some reason last Friday I accepted. It had been a tough week and my wife had decided to spend the weekend with her folks about 300 miles away and I didn’t want to go home to an empty house.

They decided to take “the old man” out to the new strip club that opened about a month ago. I hadn’t been to a strip club since I was in college and a buddy had his bachelor party at one. Because I had already accepted I couldn’t back down without losing face at work.

We walked over to the club. I was impressed by how classy it looked. They must have upgraded the act from the old bump and grind routines that I remembered from years ago. We were greeted by a lovely woman in an evening gown. Definitely not what I remembered. We were escorted to seats close to the platform and everybody ordered beers except me. Mine was coke, no rum, just coke.

The current dancer was just finishing her dance and the other guys kidded me about how long it had been since I had seen another woman naked other than my wife; asking me if it got boring after so many years.

The music started again and we all looked up as the next dancer stepped from behind the curtains. Imagine my shock when I recognized a familiar face as she started to dance.

Before I go further let me describe myself. I was always the good kid. My homework was always in on time. I got good grades and was never in any trouble. I didn’t even drink until I was legally able too. My wife and I were both virgins when we married Nevşehir Escort and neither one of us has ever strayed from our marriage vows despite opportunities throughout the last 20 years.

I had put on a few pounds over the years but was still in relatively good shape for my age. My hair was starting to gray at the temples giving me a “distinguished” look. I have never been called handsome but am considered good looking by many of the women I have gotten to know well enough to have them comment on my looks.

Seeing my reaction to the dancer, the guys started throwing money out to get her over in front of me. As she bent down to shake her tits in my face there was shock and recognition on her face as she looked into the eyes of her Dad.

She didn’t spend a lot of time dancing for me. I think the shock and embarrassment of having her dad see her topless was hard on her.

Seeing my reaction, the guys started a collection to buy me a couch dance. They went up to the hostess and said that they wanted “Sheila” to give me a five song set and gave her the required $100.

Despite my protests, when “Sheila” came out from the dressing area the hostess pointed to me and told her that I was to taken care of for five songs. My daughter protested but the hostess insisted that she dance for me.

For those of you that don’t know, a couch dance is where the girl is topless and gets “up close and personal” with you. She rubs her body on yours grinding her butt and crotch into yours hoping to cause you to cum in your pants.

My daughter came over to me, reached out for my hand and led me to a secluded couch. We Nevşehir Escort Bayan both sat down and were at a loss for words at first. I was wondering what she was doing “dancing” in a strip club and she was wondering how to explain her “hostess” job to me.

She started explaining that she needed extra money for school and one of the girls in her sorority worked at the club and made really good money dancing. Her weekly take ranged anywhere from $500 to $1000 dollars depending on when she worked and she couldn’t equal that anywhere else. It also left her with enough time to keep her grades up at the 3.8 grade point level.

I told her that I wasn’t angry; just disappointed that she didn’t trust her mother and me to tell us the truth.

When a new song started she said that she had to dance all five songs for me and had to make it look good otherwise she would lose her job. With that she took off her top and started her routine. The first dance was relatively easy because she had five dances to get me off. I originally thought that it would be easy to ignore what a beautiful woman my daughter was but as she sat on my lap and started to rub her boobs against my chest my dick started to get hard.

I think it surprised both of us when she could feel my dick rubbing against her thong covered pussy. By the start of the third song it was evident that we were both getting turned on. Her dancing got much more suggestive and my dick got that much harder.

I found it increasingly harder to keep my hands off of her. I glanced over to see if anyone was watching us and was surprised to see most of my coworkers watching Escort Nevşehir us intently trying to figure out what this 20 year old girl saw in the old man.

Their watching only seemed to turn me on more. With the hostess attending to other duties I cautiously reached out with my left hand to stroke my daughter’s bare thigh. That just seemed to excite us both and I moved my hand up to cup her ass. This wasn’t supposed to be allowed, but with the hostess busy things could happen.

Glancing around, the only observers were the guys from work. I whispered in my daughter’s ear that we were being watched and she started rubbing my dick with renewed vigor.

I took this as an invitation and moved my hand slowly up her side and to the front to massage her breast. Hearing her moan I gently pinched her nipple. We were into the last song and we both knew that it would soon be ending. She turned around so I could look into her eyes and she in mine. I was close to cumming and I sensed that she was also. As the fifth song reached its climax so did I. I started shooting a huge load of cum in my pants. This must have set my daughter off too as she started to grind her pussy against my spasming dick. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned softly as she grabbed me in a bear hug.

When we had both recovered she climbed off my lap and reached for her bra. I asked her to leave it off and talk to me for a few minutes. She looked into my eyes realizing what had just happened and set it back down.

We both recognized that our relationship had changed in the last few minutes. I don’t know how she felt but I knew I would never be satisfied until I had fucked her silly. I cautiously asked how she felt, and she admitted that she was more turned on than she had ever been. I reluctantly admitted the same and invited her to spend the weekend at home so we could talk about things. I told her that I would wait up for her as long as she wasn’t too late.

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Well, it’s been nineteen years, Matt is now forty-two, Jacob is of course nineteen, Jessica sadly died five years prior to this story in a car accident. However, since we last saw Matt and Jessica, they have had a daughter, Liz. Liz turned eighteen last month, and she is pound for pound one hot piece of ass. Beautiful, straight brown hair, gorgeous bright green eyes, milky, smooth skin, luscious curves, pert, round ass, and of course perfectly sized breasts. And if that wasn’t the icing on the cake, she was a virgin.

Now our story begins one week after Liz had graduated from high school, her brother Jacob was still at college but due to come back in one week, and Matt was just coming home from work. “Hey sweety.” Matt said as he walked through the door.

“Hi daddy.” Liz replied, somewhat sullenly. Matt had noticed that Liz was seemingly sadder as the days wound on. Every time he tried to talk to her about it, she always started to tell him, but then said it was nothing.

Matt put his briefcase down in the kitchen and called back, “Hey hun, how does hamburgers sound for tonight?”

Liz yelled out to the kitchen, “Sure dad, sounds good.” Again her voice seeming melancholy.

Matt wished his daughter would talk Rize Escort to him more, he loved his children, and would do anything for them. Lord knows he tried to be everything to them, ever since Jessica died.

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At dinner the father and daughter ate quietly, every so often Matt would try to start a conversation, but Liz’s one word responses put a stop to that quickly enough.

When Liz was done eating she politely excused herself and went to her room. Matt cleaned up, did the dishes and decided he would go take a shower. Walking up the stairs her walked past his daughter’s bedroom. He stopped when he heard a noise. He quietly opened the door to find that his daughter was on her bed, crying. He stepped in, “Sweety, what’s the matter?”

Startled, she got up and wiped her tears away, “Nothing, Daddy.”

He sat down on her bed and put an arm around her, “Come on baby, what’s wrong, you’ve been depressed ever since you graduated. Talk to me.”

Liz sniffed lightly and regained herself, taking a deep breath and said, “Daddy, I don’t want to go to college. I want to stay here with you.”

Matt, smirked figuring she was just scared, “Aw honey, Rize Escort Bayan why?”

Liz looked into her father’s eyes, she was about to reveal a secret she’s lived with since she was fifteen. “Because… I’m in love with you daddy. And I don’t want to leave you here all alone.”

Matt was certainly surprised, he never expected this to happen, but then again, she was her mother’s daughter after all. “Sweety.” He said as he hugged her tightly, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

She nodded into his shoulder, he held her in his arms and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. That soft kiss began to grow more and more passionate. Suddenly, she pulled away, “Daddy, I want to make you happy.” She said as she gently caressed his crotch. “You can use me anyway you want.”

Matt moved forward and lifted her shirt up over her head, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She never wore a bra unless she was going out. moving down he unbuttoned her pants and slid the down and off her legs along with her panties. There she was lying naked on her bed, he bent down and kissed her stomach, moving up to her breast and teasing each nipple into erection. Using one hand he undid his pants and kicked Escort Rize them off. As his mouth worked his daughter’s body she squirmed and moaned with pleasure. His cock fully erect itself was aimed carefully at his daughter’s virgin crevice. He knew that she was a virgin, and decided that she would learn later what it was like to be his whore. But for now, he slammed his cock straight into her and held it there. She jolted and he held her down, “Just relax sweety, the pain will pass shortly.”

She smiled, “It didn’t hurt daddy, it just caught me off guard. It actually feels kind of nice.”

Matt smiled at his daughter and said, “Well then baby, get ready to be fucked right.” Having said that he pulled his cock almost all the way out and slammed it back in. His pace quickened with each thrust, and she moaned louder and louder and the speed got faster. It was very tight, and it had been five years since Matt had been with a woman, so he was quickly reaching his climax.

Suddenly his daughter moaned out, “Oh Daddy, I think I’m cumming.”

Matt kept his speed and said, “Let it come baby.” Seconds later his daughter screamed as she had her first orgasm. This sent Matt over the edge and he shot his seed into his daughter’s womb. He collapsed and pulled her into him, caressing her arm lovingly, “I love you baby.”

She hummed in pleasure and said, “I love you too Daddy.”

He smiled and said, “Just wait until your brother comes home next week.”

To be continued…

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*** Appreciate the awesome editing by Akiann to improve the readability of this story ***

*** All characters are 18 or older at the time of this story ***

I was devastated, but I shouldn’t have been when I caught Natali who I dated for over two years with her boss – with his pants down below his knees. I froze, blinked, and looked again to be certain that the head bob at his cock belonged to Nat, not anyone else. Buttons on her blouse were opened, her bra was pushed down below her breasts and the way she knelt in front of him had her skirt risen all the way up, exposing her thighs. I clenched my teeth in utter disgust, realizing the girl that I dated, hoping to marry soon, was sucking her boss’s cock, right in his office. I turned and walked away.

That day, Nat had told me that she had to complete an important presentation for her boss and she would be few hours late from work. Having work of my own that I wanted to complete, I promised to wait for her till she was done for the day. It just so happened that I completed my work by 6 pm and decided to go up to Nat’s floor to wait until she was done.

Without giving any thoughts, I came to the conclusion that our relationship must end that very same day. However, I went back down to my floor and waited in my office for Nat in order to tell her what I saw and end the relationship gracefully as possible.

When Nat showed up, it was almost 7 pm. I pondered how many loads of her boss’s cum she sucked up or has been deposited in her slutty pussy. When I told her that I wanted to end the relationship with her due to what I saw, Nat first blushed and then her blush quickly turned to anger.

“Look Brandon! I wasn’t virgin when you met me…” She fumed. “If you can’t deal with it, go rob a baby girl from a cradle.” She yelled and walked away. I sighed in relief – I hadn’t gone too far with her and tied the knot.

First, folks at the office became suspicious that something may have gone wrong between me and Nat. Few asked questions and I know I told part of the story to only one or two good friends, but soon the entire floor knew that I had dumped Nat, but only a few knew why.

The only person I told the entire story to was my sister Alicia.

It wasn’t as if I was looking to vent or wanting sympathy. The Saturday following the breakup with Nat, I had nothing to do. I wasn’t in the mood to go to a single bar or hangout with friends. Since Ali now goes to the university about 30 miles from the city, I decided to take a drive and have lunch with her. I also knew that I would run into few acquaintances there and perhaps even get to meet few fresh faces, just like the old days. Since Ali didn’t have any plans that afternoon, we had lunch as planned, then strolled around the U and I finally wound up taking her out to dinner as well. When the topic of Nat came, I was already under the influence of few drinks and words just slipped out.

“I can’t next weekend. I have to go to Jack’s wedding.”

“Ahh…yes, I remember you telling me that. Who are you going with, not Nat I hope.”

“Are you mad? No, no…I don’t have anyone to take…I guess I’ll go alone.”

“I’d go if you’d asked.” Ali said quickly and added, “Maybe not, it’ll be too expensive to you to take me…” She made a pouty face even before I answered her.

“No, not really. Would you go with me to Jack’s wedding? I would love to take you.”

“Right?” Ali smiled, “besides if you take someone, you can show off to Nat, right?’

“Not really, but yes. If that makes sense. Would you come?”

“I’d love to…besides I want to see that slut…Nat and make her envious…yes, but I don’t have a dress that’s nice enough for a wedding here and no money to do other girly stuff, if you know what I mean?” She smiled showing her interest, yet I saw some sadness in her eyes indicative of her inability to go without proper attire.

“What if you buy a new dress? On me…any dress you like.”

“I can’t tax you for helping you. Let me think.”

I wanted Ali to come with me to the wedding, of course for selfish reasons. Although I had no issues paying for a decent dress, I did not want my little sister to think that I badly needed her to show off Nat under the circumstances. That would be bad…

I spent few minutes trying to persuade her to take the money, she hesitated for a while and then finally agreed to buy whatever she absolutely needed using the money and she said “I’ll keep it to under couple of hundred dollars and I’ll do my own makeup.” I left after agreeing to pick her up following Saturday midday.

“Pick me up by 1 pm” She requested.

I did just that on Saturday. Ali talked all the way to my place about the dress that she found on sale, how lucky she was to be able to borrow a pair of shoes from a friend that matched the dress, etc. I tried to hear her, but my mind was pre-occupied with the wedding reception at all times, debating if I should even go, knowing that Nat would Niğde Escort definitely be there and the atmosphere could be awkward. True, Nat works at the same office complex, but because we are in different divisions and on different floors, we never ran into each other often.

“Do you really want to go with me tonight?” I finally asked interrupting string of words that escaped Ali’s mouth.

“Hey, relax… Yes, you are going tonight and I am going with you. Let’s just have some fun ok.” she smiled, “let’s get over this Nat phobia once and for all today, ok.”

“Ok…” I hissed suspecting that Ali had the ability to read my mind.

“What a bitch!” Ali said, squeezing my hand. “You deserve someone pure, honest and educated, not a slut like that bitch.” Ali fumed and I noticed her eyes were watery as if she was ready to cry, but she smiled instead.

When I dropped Ali at her student housing, she said, “You can come back next weekend if you don’t have other plans, we can hang out here or go somewhere and do something together like the old days.”

I showered first. Ali rushed in as I walked off saying, “I need bit more time in here than you,” and knowing the female nature, I fully expected that. A good 45 minutes later, Ali ran into my bedroom while I was in the living area, apologizing for the delay.

“All I have to do is now to get dressed. Won’t be too long.”

“You don’t have to rush, but remember that we have a long drive.” I smirked reminding her without bothering to turn my head. Another 30 minutes later, Ali appeared from my bedroom, where she had been dressing. What an appearance… I bit my lip ogling the gorgeous woman who stood before my eyes.

“You don’t have to rush, but remember that we have a long drive.” I smirked reminding her without bothering to turn my head. Another 30 minutes later, Ali appeared from my bedroom, where she had been dressing. What an appearance… I bit my lip ogling the gorgeous woman who stood before my eyes.

Black knee length dress, lace covering her chest to neck and pleated just below her hip. Back was completely covered with black sheer material, but zipped to back of her neck. She wore no pantyhose’s making her ivory legs seem as if they gleamed due to the contrast. As she walked towards me, slightly parting front of her dress spread a little, revealing the lower part of her creamy thighs were flawless. Those thighs that I used to adore years back. Very elegant black shoes with a small heel made her hips sway as she walked, something that I hadn’t seen in her before.

“WOW Ali, you look stunning!” I managed to say, while still sipping more of her good looks through my eyes. I have never seen her wear any make up, nor a formal dresses ever since her junior high school days, but regardless of how she dressed, she always looked so pure and innocent. Growing up, she had had bit of tom boyishness in her. She loved to get dirty and doesn’t mind playing sports with the guys. She took best of both worlds those days I guess sometimes acting like a boy, climbing trees, playing rough and other times playing house or playing with dolls. But the girl who stood there was none of them. A completely different creature who looked so seductive, sexy and innocent at the same time.

I stared at my gorgeous sister as my “date” took my hand and led her to my car. As we hit the road, it immediately struck me that not only her attire and looks changed, her behavior also changed drastically with her new look. She deliberately chose words to speak and spoke in a very sexy tone. When she turned and placed her lips on my right check, giggled and wiped lipsticks off my checks, I felt like I was on a date with a new girl, not my own sister.

“You look stunningly beautiful Ali!” I complemented her.

“Umm… I am not Ali or sis for you tonight. I am Alicia, your girlfriend.” She chuckled to remind me.

We arrived at the reception, went inside hand in hand as lovers, and headed to the patio where hors d’oeuvres and drinks were severed prior to dinner.

“What would you like Ali? Do you care for a soda or something?” I asked and Ali giggled saying, “Alicia prefers to chase her tequila shots with Sprite, but she’ll be a lady tonight… a tequila sunrise would be wonderful.”

I had to laugh remembering that Ali was no longer a little girl, plus my stupid for calling her Ali.

“Yes, indeed… tequila sunrise for my lady.”

We sipped our drinks and mingled with folks that I knew from the office. The very first time that I had to introduce Ali to a friend, I had to pause and think quickly if I had told anyone about my sister Alicia or if anyone has seen her before. Of course not. I had always referred to her as my sister going to the U, but I felt strange whenever I or someone else referred to Ali as Brandon’s date or as Brandon’s girlfriend. However, alcohol was able to settle my nerves and Ali played along just fine, without giving the slightest impression that Niğde Escort Bayan she was even related to me.

When I introduced Ali to Nat, her eyes widened in surprise.

“Nice to meet you, Brandon has said quite bit about you.” Ali said offering her hand to Nat.

“Nothing bad I hope…” Nat said shaking Ali’s hand and added “How long have you two known each other?”

“Well, Brandon gave you a mixed review and for us, we have been seeing each other on and off for a year or so, right Brandon?” Ali said with a straight face sending Nat back to wherever she came from.

A band played throughout dinner, and then after dinner the lights were dimmed for welcome speeches followed by bride and groom dances etc. Then the band increased its volume for those that wanted to dance. It wasn’t me who asked Ali for a dance, instead she looked at me and made a gesture prompting me to ask her to the floor and she eagerly accepted. We danced for a while seeing that Ali really enjoyed making her dance moves and showcasing her figure to many who looked

Everyone was having a good time and apparently Trent (Jack’s asshole friend) had told some of the others that he desired Ali. Soon Ali became the center of attention for most of the single men at the party. She spent most of her time on the dance floor with me, but didn’t refuse when other’s asked her for a dance.

I was at the bar getting Ali drink when Trent came up to me and asked me if she was my girlfriend or just a friend. I immediately knew what Trent was after and said that she was my girlfriend. I got temporarily side tracked and I got back to the table just in time to see Trent escort Ali out to the dance floor. When she got back to the table I laughingly told her that she could probably expect to be asked for a date before the night was over. She chuckled and said, “I know… Trent kind of touched on the topic, but I am all yours. Remember?” She gave an impish wink and a smiled.

We danced some more and mixed with others as well. I did noticed Nat paying attention to Ali and me, but I acted as if she wasn’t even there. Conversely, the more I drank, the more I danced. At some point I realized that Ali was getting touchy-feely with me, and also pulling me tighter and tighter against her during a slow dance.

“Let’s make her jealous.” she whispered pushing up her hips to my groin. I wasn’t hard or anything, but I knew my cock had lengthened enough to her to feel me. I knew it was wrong to even have a little stir under my pants when I was dancing with my little sister, but the wine and the festivity were working their magic on me. But I had once lewdly held her against my body, years back.

Before I knew it, the reception was coming to an end. Ali and I were one of the few couples left on the dance floor, and I was pretty well toasted. As we danced to the last song, slow song, I felt my sister’s warm breath on my neck, her breasts crowding my chest and I had no doubts in my mind that she felt my semi hard cock on her belly.

We walked hand in hand to the parking garage, just like lovers – Ali swirling her tender body all over me. Once we found the vehicle, she smiled, smiled mischievously and then quickly turned standing behind me. Within seconds, her hands fumbled around my outer thighs before each hand found their way into my pant pockets.

“I am driving… I think you are close to the limit and no DUI’s on our first date.” she chuckled letting her hands hunt for car keys. Even after she located keys and they were in her hand, she pushed hands inwards towards my cock and removed her hands ever slow slowly. I gasped when her hand rubbed my cock, but I discounted it as an accident.

“Are you going to drive all the way to the dorm?”

“No silly, I am staying at your place. There are cops all over around the U on Saturday nights. You can drop me off tomorrow.” She giggled, leaned and this time most unexpectedly, placed her lips on mine. I was stunned and memorized how delicate and seductive my sister was, but she was my date for the night and behaved as such.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that on our first date. I just felt slutty for a moment, but I don’t normally do that.” Ali smirked as I got inside the car. But not before I murmured “That’s a blessing for any guy, but I am with my sister.”

“No, I am your date tonight. It’s still Saturday right?” She chuckled again as we hit the road. I can’t say that I wasn’t turned on, especially the way that Ali played on, but feared for something that I couldn’t pinpoint.

“I am ready for a nightcap. You too?” Ali asked as we entered my apartment. Then without waiting for an answer, she added, “I can’t wait to get this dress and make-up off me. I am going to take a quick shower, you open a good bottle of wine.” She disappeared into my bedroom. I looked through the wine cabinet, found a good bottle of chardonnay. While I was opening the bottle, Ali walked to the bathroom. She Escort Niğde briefly stopped to smile.

“Your turn, if you want to shower.” Ali said when she came out of the bathroom and as I looked up, I just couldn’t believe my eyes how quickly she changed her appearance. She had gone from wearing a sexy dress to one of my boxer shorts and a T-Shirt. V-neck T-shirts that I normally wore was seemingly too large for her and the opening at the neck ended just around her perfectly round breasts and her nipples pushed through the thin material as they were ready to getaway. Well, the shorts were naturally too large for her waist and she held them in place with her hand. I was already tortured by my sister all evening and seeing her dressed the way she did, I instantly got a hard-on.

“What?” Ali chuckled.

“Don’t let go of those pants.” I laughed, “The wine is poured and I am going to shower.” Although I typically walk out of the shower naked and sleep naked, I got into a pair of boxer shorts and sleeveless shirt since I don’t even own a piece of pajamas. The shower rejuvenated me as I joined Ali for a glass of wine, which became two and the third before Ali thought that she had enough for the night.

“You can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.” I offered walking to the bedroom to grab a blanket and a pillow.

“Your bed is big enough for both of us, isn’t it?” Ali said somewhat disappointed.

“Hey, however slutty you feel, you shouldn’t sleep with a guy on your first date.” I joked.

“Umm… No. This is not the first time. I slept with you many times when we were younger. I used to come to your room whenever there was a thunderstorm, remember?”

I just couldn’t help but blush. How can I forget…? As kids, we had slept together many time. But several times Ali came to my bed room during thunderstorms after she had turned eighteen. I remember holding her and comforting her till she fell asleep while feeling her soft skin against mine. But I have been trying to forget how I pressed my cock against her cloth clad ass. First few times, I did that until I was ready to explode, then turned to other side and relieved myself. Later I became daring enough to raise her gown to rub my cock on her chubby ass-cheeks. Most times, I turned the other way and jacked off to cum, but I remember at least twice I shot my cum between her thighs or ass-cheeks when I had past the point of no return.

I hid my tension and embarrassment briefly and said “Yes, but we were younger then.”

“I felt so secure then…” she said looking into my eyes, begging to sleep with her “Besides, it is still Saturday and tonight, I am your date and girlfriend, not your sister Ali. C’mon…” She said, taking me by hand and walking to the bedroom.

“That’s not enough reasons to sleep together Ali. Give me a better reason.” I said grimly.

“Another reason…? Ali stopped at the bed and asked, “How about your boner? What are we going to do about it after our first date?”

“What boner?” I panicked, looked down and noticed my bulge that was noticeable, although I wasn’t fully erect.

“This…” Ali purred gently placing her right hand over my cloth covered cock and then leaped up and kissed my lips gently. I was utterly shocked at how my sister even had the courage to do such thing, but before I had a chance to speak, her hand glided inside my shorts, pulling at the elastic band. Her hand shuffled inside my shorts fleetingly until she found and grasped my manhood. It was as if an electric shock went through my body. I knew it was wrong, very wrong, but the wrongness of my sister touching my most private body part made it even more exciting and incredibly thrilling.

But, Ali held my cock in her soft hand as if she had my most prized possession. “This is cool, I mean nice and stiff.” She whispered. “I love the way it pulsates and responds to my touch.” Then added, “Hmm… If this is not a boner, what is?” She giggled pressing her lips on to mine again.

“No Ali, I don’t do taboo things… Believe me, I am not into that sort of stuff.” I said, but perhaps not strongly enough to convince her.

“You mean you don’t do that stuff anymore, right?” Her eyes sparkled as she smiled. “Besides, who said we are going to break any taboos?” She chuckled, “Let’s cuddle up and be comfortable. We can feel each other up like you used to, don’t you think that will be fun?”

“Look Ali…”

“Shut up and come to bed. This feels wonderful in my hand.” She started stroking me up and down, slowly but firmly. I closed my eyes. If it felt wonderful for my sister, it felt positively phenomenal for me. I let the sensation, of my sister caressing my cock engulf me. Her lips reached my jaw, outlining the lines of my ear to my collarbone. They were as warm against my skin as they reminded me of soft, little rose petals, but warm and moist. I couldn’t stop my heart from pounding in my chest. My blood flowed rapidly in my cheeks, making my face as red as ever. However lewd it was, it was delicious. I lifted my hands out from under her, and pulled them up her shoulders as Ali put her hands down at my waist while pulling me closer to her. I was so hard I couldn’t stand it, but who should she be for tonight? My lover or my sister?

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That night, I was elated beyond my wildest imagination. I couldn’t help smiling gleefully, my stomach was filled with butterflies and my heart beat faster than a man running a marathon. I felt as if I had gone to heaven and back so many times and each time was better than the last. I was a man in charge now, I now knew what full and total control felt like.

From where I sat on the hall floor, I had a viewing that other guys could only dream about: two women sitting opposite me, as naked as the day they were born, with their legs stretched out and their hands touching each other’s bodies. They smiled and giggled, which only heightened the excitement and electricity in the room. But the best part was, they were my sisters. And I had fucked them.

Correction, I should say that I had been fucking them the whole day. That morning, I had done what many guys in my school had always talked about: having sex with wild Rebecca, or Becky, and making love to Amy, my formerly virgin younger sister. Of course, it took a little coaxing, what with me being their brother and all. But in so doing, I had unknowingly unleashed their pent-up teenage sexual passion and frustration like never before. That suited me fine, since I too am a young, virile teenager, so I helped them out in every sexual way to our hearts’ content.

And now, it was dinner time. We had ordered pizza since none of us felt like leaving the house nor cooking. One thing great about pizza: the sauce and toppings can be sloughed off and placed on any surface to be eaten. We found that eating it off breasts, cunts, assholes and dick were the best places. Needless to say, we made a mess of the hall but it was all in good fun. I especially enjoyed watching Amy eat out Becky’s pussy while she groaned loudly in pleasure. Both of them had orgasms throughout dinner, then they made me cum to add some ‘spice’ to their slices of pizza.

We were in the middle of another pizza-eating delight when we heard the front door unlock. I turned my head to see who it was while Becky and Amy froze with surprise. In walked mom. She was clad in the same outfit she had worn that day, and from my vantage position on the floor, I caught sight of her white panties under the short skirt.

Amy yelped and tried to hide herself with a cushion while Becky just continued staring. Mom saw all three of us sitting in a messy pile in the middle of the hall and laughed. “My goodness,” she said, “I thought I had done a better job in teaching the three of you how to eat.”

I saw the fear in Becky and Amy’s eyes. Although I had told them that I had fucked mom, it seemed that I hadn’t gotten the message across that mom was also privy to our incestuous situation. So to relieve their fears, I got up and walked to mom, my dick flopping around loosely. I put a hand behind mom’s head and pulled her to me. “Hi, mom,” I said and kissed her loudly on her lips. Mom responded by wrapping her arms around my chest and head and opened her mouth, letting our tongues meet and our salivas mix. She put a hand on my bum…

… and pulled back. “Yuck!” she exclaimed, looking at her tomato sauce-covered palm. “What’s this?”

I looked at the stain and laughed. “Err, I guess that’s what’s left of our dinner.”

She looked at me, then at Amy and Becky, who were unsure of what to think about. Mom glared at Amy. “And I suppose you have sauce on your chest, which is now being rubbed onto the pillow.”

Amy slowly removed the pillow. True enough, it was stained with sauce and some toppings. “I… I’m sorry, mom,” she whimpered.

“You’ll just have to clean it up then.” She looked at the three of us, then at the pizza box. “In fact, all of you will have to clean this mess.”

Becky and Amy, who were already horrified and embarrassed about being caught in the buff by mom, now were totally speechless. Mom must have sensed that, because she walked up to them, pecked them lightly on their cheeks, then looked over their bodies. “My goodness, you two have really grown up to be beauties.”

The girls were still speechless. Then Becky, being the braver of the two, touched mom’s arm lightly. Mom encouraged her by putting her hand on her breast. Then she took Amy’s hand and placed it on her other breast. “Does that feel good?” she asked them.

They knew what to do them. Both sisters alternately kissed mom as they fondled her body. I just Niğde Escort sat back and watched the amazing lesbian scene. This was better than any porn video I had ever seen. The sight of two naked and beautiful teenagers making out with a woman whose clothes hid the beauty and mystery of her body was more than I had ever wanted. I took hold of my dick and starting jerking it slowly.

Mom stopped kissing to look at me. “Dean, dear,” she said, “stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Masturbating yourself.”

“Why? That’s what guys do.”

“Yes, but you’ll want to keep your cum for your gift.”

Then I remembered. Mom had promised me a gift for fucking my sisters. I had totally forgotten about it. A wide smile spread across my face and I stopped jerking. “Ok, mom, give it to me.”

“Not here, it’s… private.” She turned to Amy and Becky. “Why don’t the two of you just have fun together while your brother and I have a private moment?”

Amy giggled. “Sure,” Becky said. They took each other’s hands and went into the kitchen. “C’mon, there’s more stuff to play with inside,” Becky said to Amy.

“Just don’t finish it all or you’ll be paying for groceries next week!” mom yelled at them.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around mom, pressing my hard dick into her back. “Now, about that gift.”

She didn’t say anything. She just took hold of my dick and led me up the stairs. As we walked, all I could see – and enjoy – was her swaying ass. I reached out and grabbed it. She didn’t stop me, so I just left my hands there until we were in her room. Then she let go of me and walked to her dresser.

“So what happened today?” she asked as she took off her jewellery.

I moved behind her. As I helped her undress, I recounted my many sexual exploits that day, making sure not to leave out any juicy, intimate and sensual details. I had started off the day by managing to seduce and fuck Becky and Amy. After that, Becky, Amy and I had a bit of fun in Amy’s room, with them sucking my dick, then going on all fours to let me penetrate them from behind. After I had cum into Becky’s pussy, Amy leant down and swallowed whatever dripped out. We then decided to have a bath to freshen up, so into the shower we went. We never knew water, soap and shampoo could be such a potent combination. By the time we had finished bathing, I had fucked them again in the shower, over the sink and on the toilet. The bathroom became misty not from the heat of the hot water but our perspiring bodies.

The fun didn’t stop there. Over breakfast, Becky and Amy decided to change their diets and feasted on my dick. I came into Becky’s mouth and she fed some of it to Amy, who spat it out. Apparently, she still had a bit more to learn about properly eating out a guy to the end. By then, I was spent, so we spend the rest of the morning playing with each other. Amy was still all over the both of us and Becky was the one who suggested that we try to have a normal lunch. And by normal, I meant that we ate lunch at the dining table – naked, of course.

I decided to watch some TV, so Becky and Amy had a little fun by themselves. I watched them kiss and suck each other’s bodies, focussing their attention on their breasts. In fact, they spent so much time on their tits that I thought they had forgotten about the rest of their bodies. It turns out that women really had something about breasts, something that guys had forgotten, so I made sure that I learned my lesson at that moment. Later, they went into a sixty-nine position to eat each other out. Needless to say, I didn’t watch much TV that afternoon.

By evening, I was back in the saddle again. We fucked all over the house. Wherever there was an empty spot, there would be one of the girls with my dick firmly implanted in her pussy. We did it on the dining table, in the laundry room, on the stairs and against the walls. We even made some interesting music on the piano.

But the biggest shocker was to come. When the pizza guy arrived, Becky and Amy greeted him in the buff. He was so shocked that he nearly dropped the pizza. Luckily, Becky had quick reflexes and took it from him. Meanwhile, Amy quickly undid his pants, took his cock out, then pulled him into the house. This shocked Becky and me, Amy was always the courteous, considerate sibling, but now, she was a wanton sex femme fatale. She went Niğde Escort Bayan down on the poor guy and he came into her mouth almost immediately. She had no time to react and swallowed his cum as it he shot it out. She quickly turned away and started coughing and gagging, while her hand continued working on his dick. When she had recovered, she gave him another good long lick. Unfortunately, the guy was such a prude that all he could do was pull away and rush out of the house with his dick still hanging out. He didn’t even bother to wait for us to pay. Then we had some dinner fun, which is when mom entered the house.

When I finished my story, mom was already naked and sitting at the edge of her bed. “My goodness, that Amy,” she said. “Who would’ve known?”

“The funny thing is, that slut still refuses to let me cum in her,” I added.

Mom looked at me sternly. “Don’t speak about your sister like that. Although we have this… thing going on, we are still family and family members don’t call one another names.”

I apologised sheepishly. She might be my lover, but she was still my mother and I had to obey her.

She reached up and took my dick. She stroked it gently and kissed the tip. “I hope you still have enough cum for your dear mother,” she purred.

“Oh yeah, mom, you can count on it.”

“That’s good.” And she took my whole dick into her mouth. She pushed it all the way in and let it stay there for a while. I was shocked at watching my mother deepthroat. I never knew her mouth was that, that flexible. I moaned and felt a tugging at my balls, but I managed to hold back. My legs nearly buckled from the intense feeling. Then mom pulled out and looked at me. “Did you like that?”

“Holy cow, mom, don’t stop!”

So she didn’t. She continued deepthroating me and I continued screaming and groaning. Her mouth was incredible, it was one helluva sucking machine. And her tongue, the way it roamed all over my tongue and licked my balls, it was like it had a life of its own. I pulled mom’s head against me each time she went down, I had to have more, more! But I knew she had her limits and let go when I heard her gagging.

Finally, she stopped and took a deep breath. “Oh wow, I’ve never done it like that before,” she said.

“Even with dad?”

“Your dad’s another story, one I don’t want to tell right now.”

“Ok, whatever. So, was that your gift to me?”

“That was just part of the gift.” She crawled back and rested against her pillows. I crawled up to her and bent over her body. I kissed her on the lips, then her neck and shoulders. I cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my fingers, and swallowed her beautiful mounds. She couldn’t help but moan uncontrollably. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into my face. Knowing what I had learnt from watching my sisters earlier that day, I continued feeding on her breasts and sucking her nipples. My hands massaged them sensually, then moved down her chest to her belly button before coming back up for more breasts.

Mom started shivering and her hips bucked against me. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned louder. Suddenly, she pulled me against her and held me tightly as her whole body trembled. And when it stopped, she let go of me and lay back on the bed.

“Oh my god,” she sighed, “you made me cum so badly.”

“And that was just with your breasts,” I replied. Now that I had given my mother some pleasure, I decided to give myself some too. I moved down and started eating her pussy. Each time my tongue darted around her pink clit, mom would groan and buck her hips against me. My tongue entered her a few times and she yelped. She coated my face with her juices.

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me!” she demanded.

I didn’t need to hear that a second time. I pushed my dick into her and started fucking her furiously. I had been waiting for more than ten hours to reenter her hot hole and was rewarded with the feeling of her tight, wet pussy. She worked her body against me as I pounded into her, her cunt muscles squeezing against my member.

“Oh mom, this is great!” I yelled. “Oh fuck, yeah!” I looked down at my balls slamming against her crotch, enjoying the wet slapping sound. “I think I’m gonna cum soon!”

“No!” she screamed. “Not yet!”

“But, mom…”

“Your gift, I need to give you your gift!”

“You’re Escort Niğde giving it to me now.” And I banged into her to show it.

“No, not my pussy, my ass! My gift is my ass!”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Did she just say that she was giving her ass to me? I was so shocked that my body worked on intertia, continuing to fuck her while the words settled into me.

She groaned, then yelled, “Fuck my ass!”

This time, I heard her loud and clear. I pulled out, grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs over her body. Her little pink asshole was now exposed to me. I grinned as I fingered it. It was so tight, I could barely fit a finger in. “Mom, are you sure you can take my dick?”

“I said fuck it!” she ordered.

“Ok, it’s your ass.” What did I care? As long as I fucked her, it didn’t matter to me whether she felt pain or pleasure, I needed to satisfy my needs, which was to fuck and cum in her, no matter which hole I used. Man, I felt evil. I supposed I should since I was fucking the very person who had given me life. But at that moment, the only thing that mattered to me was fulfilling my desires.

I placed the head of my dick against her asshole and pushed in. She screamed at the top of her lungs and her whole body became tense. I continued pushing. It was going to take a long time since her hole was so tight. It even hurt me as I entered her. Soon, I had the head of my dick in. I let it rest there for a while, then took a deep breath and pushed again. Mom screamed again, her hands squeezing her breasts until the marks of her fingers could be clearly seen.

“Oh Dean, oh, you…you’re so big…oh fuck, yes, yes!”

Then I gave one loud grunt and pushed my whole member in! Mom bucked, her back arched, and loud guttural groan came out of her throat. Before she had a chance to settle down, I was moving in and out of her, and with each thrust, I sent her into intense excitement. By my fifth stroke, mom had come again. I slipped two fingers into her soppy pussy and finger-fucked her as I continued fucking her ass. Mom was screaming unstoppably now and the whole neighborhood must have heard her. I didn’t care and neither did she. We were so into each other that the whole world could explode and we’d still be fucking each other right there and then.

Well, the whole world didn’t explode, but I did. The sensation was too great for me and my dick started shooting into her rectum. Mom gasped and groaned with each spurt while I continued moving in her. I removed my fingers and fed it to her. She sucked them dry hungrily while her ass muscles worked on my dick, emptying me completely.

Finally, I pulled out and let go of her legs. She kept them apart as it was still too painful down there. I looked at her. She was covered with perspiration and, as it glistened on her body, she looked so beautiful. I moved up and kissed her forehead. “That was wonderful, mom,” I said. “Thank you so much.”

“No,” she said, still panting, “thank you. I’ve always wanted to be fucked in the ass but your dad would never…”

I placed a finger on her lips. “Remember, we’re not talking about dad now.” And I kissed her.

“God, that was so strong and intense.” She turned to me. “Was it the same for you?”

“What do you think?”

She smiled and pulled me towards her. We kissed, our mouths open, tasting each other’s perspiration and saliva. I reached down and fingered her pussy. She winced.

“Sorry, dear, but it seems that I’m a bit sore all over.”

“That’s ok, mom. Anytime you’re ready.”

There was a knock on the door. Becky and Amy were standing there, an arm around each other’s back.

“We heard you screaming, mom,” Becky said, “and we couldn’t help but come and watch.”

Amy walked in first. “Did you really fuck her ass?” she asked me.

All I could do was smile.

“God, that’s so nasty!” Then she leaned in and kissed me.

Becky sat next to mom and caressed her belly. “You are beautiful, mom,” she remarked. “I never knew…”

Mom took both girls’ hands then looked at all three of us. “Listen,” she said, “what we have here, it’s something special and different. We might enjoy it, but the world doesn’t think it’s right, so we’ll have to keep it a secret.”

“No problems there, mom,” I said. “I just have one question.”

Mom looked at me. “What’s that?”

I cleared my throat and made myself look as serious as possible. “This started out as my summer job, so my question is: do I still get paid?”

Mom grabbed my dick while Becky and Amy moved towards me. “Each and every day,” she said.

And that was how my summer began.

End

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I stood in the bedroom under the ceiling fan, naked, cooling off after a job well done. On the bed, my new wife Emma lay asleep in a sweaty heap, tangled in sheets. She always crashed after our evening sex marathons. She gave it everything she had, so by the time we were done, she was typically fast asleep within minutes.

I was a lucky man to have found Emma. She was the polar opposite of my first wife, Meredith, whose personality and sex drive had steadily declined over the years to the point that by the time we reached the ten-year mark, we were really only going through the motions. The divorce had been difficult, but it was necessary. I wasn’t what she needed, and she definitely wasn’t what I needed.

But Emma…she was something else. She recently come out of an oppressive marriage to an overly-conservative husband (her high-school sweetheart), and now found herself newly liberated. She was hilarious, fun, and sexually adventurous. She’d only ever had vanilla sex during her previous marriage, and was making up for lost time. She was everything I needed.

Well, almost everything.

I’d been hoping that our frequent sexual escapades would finally be enough to satisfy the animal urges inside me. I’d always had a high libido, but as I powered my way through middle age, it only seemed to be growing. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I could swear I was hornier now than I had been as a teenager. It was driving me crazy. Even after great sex, I never seemed to be satisfied.

I gazed at Emma on the bed, admiring her womanly curves, her large breasts, her full lips. I had just used and abused every beautiful feature on that body for more than an hour, and just fifteen minutes ago had pumped a heart-stopping load of cum deep inside her.

And yet standing there in the bedroom looking at her, my cock begin to twitch and swell. I was getting aroused again.

What the hell would it take to finally satisfy me?

I turned and headed for the door, but then remembered I couldn’t walk around the house naked anymore. Emma’s 19-year-old son, Cameron, had been kicked out of his apartment for not paying rent and was crashing with us until he could find a new job. It couldn’t happen too fast, as far as I was concerned. He’d only been there two days, and already I was getting tired of not being totally free in my own house.

I sighed, threw on some boxers, turned out the lights so Emma could rest, and headed for the door. I’d go jerk off in the guest bathroom, then probably watch some TV until I could fall asleep.

In the hallway, though, I noticed the light on in the guest bathroom, and heard heavy breathing from inside. What the hell? I padded closer. The door was partially open, and I peered through into the mirror on the wall. In the reflection, I saw the back of Cameron’s head bobbing rhythmically. From the motion of his right shoulder, there was no mistaking what he was doing. He was jerking off in my damn bathroom. I couldn’t believe it. At that moment, I was about ready to pay for his rent myself so he could move out tomorrow.

I was never one to shy away from conflict, so I pushed the door open. Cameron, a tall, slender boy with a mop of unruly blond hair, sat on the toilet with his legs spread wide, relentlessly stroking a spit-lubricated cock. At least I had the satisfaction of knowing he didn’t compare to me in that area. His narrow six inches didn’t compare to the beefy eight inches I was packing.

He was so deep in his reverie, head back, eyes closed, that he didn’t notice me standing there. I watched him for a few moments. I’d never seen another man masturbating before. It was fascinating. Rize Escort And I had to reluctantly admit that he was a good-looking kid. Not surprising given how pretty Emma was. He was deep into his fantasy, thoroughly enjoying himself, and I was a little jealous of him. My own cock continued to swell, and I needed to find some privacy so i could go jerk off again and try to get enough sexual release to fall asleep.

I realized I should just leave the kid alone and let him get his nut. We all needed it, after all. I started to back out and close the door, but then he turned and startled when he realized I was standing there.

He said nothing. He just looked at me. Right into my eyes.

“Hey, sorry,” I said, “Didn’t realize you were in here.”

“Don’t you have your own bathroom in there?” he asked, nodding toward the master bedroom.

I backed out of the bathroom door. “Didn’t want to wake your mom up. I’ll use the one downstairs.”

“Wait,” he said.

“What?”

“If you just finished banging my mom, why are you still hard?”

“What the hell…?”

“I can hear it all, you know. I appreciate you guys trying to be quiet, but you can hear everything in this house, so don’t worry about it. Just do what you need to do. I’m a big boy. I can take it.”

Cameron hadn’t actually removed his hand from his still-hard dick yet. In fact, as we’d been talking, his hand had slowly wandered up to the head and then back down to the base again.

“Yeah, well, sorry. We’re used to having the place to ourselves. I’ll see if I can help you find a job tomorrow.”

His hand came back up, every so slowly, to the head of his dick again, and he gave the tip a little swirl with his thumb. “You’re obviously not finished yet,” he said, his eyes fixed on my boxer shorts.

Sure enough, my cock had continued to swell, pressing against the fabric and reminding me of the liability my libido was becoming. It was becoming increasingly hard to keep under control.

“Yeah, well, it takes a lot to keep me satisfied.”

Cameron looked back up into my eyes, his mouth widening into a playful smile. His hand slide down his slippery dick, and he exhaled as he reached the base. Then he stroked again, arching his back slightly and closing his eyes with pleasure at the sensation. “I know how you feel,” he said. “I can’t ever seem to get enough.”

Moments passed, and I realized I was just watching him stroke himself. We really was a remarkably attractive young man. Fit, but not muscular. He had soft, pale skin and a slender physique, a major contrast to my own tanned, more muscular, and hairier body.

His cock throbbed as he gripped it more tightly. I looked back up into his eyes and realized he he was full-on smiling now. He’d been watching me watch him, and he’d enjoyed it.

“Close the door,” he said. “In case mom wakes up.”

My head was spinning. I should have walked right out, but instead I stepped inside and closed the door. What was I doing? What was going on here?

I stood there for another minute or so as he slipped back into his fantasy, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, gripping his tight dick and stroking it up, and down, and up, and down, slowly, savoring every moment. It was so beautiful to watch him that I couldn’t turn away, and he seemed so completely at ease with me being there that I couldn’t seem to convince myself that I should leave.

I looked down. My own cock was engorged now, and had pushed through my boxers and was hanging out in front of me. I reached down and gave it a quick stroke, and it throbbed even larger.

Eventually Cameron Rize Escort Bayan opened his eyes again and looked over at me. When he saw my cock hanging out, there was no shock or surprise. He licked his lips instinctively, then stopped stroking and motioned for me to approach.

At this point, I was incapable of conscious thought. My heart pounded in my ears, and I was operating in a daze of animal instinct.

I stepped toward him, not sure what was going to happen next.

When I got close enough, he leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth. The warmth and wetness of it immediately sent tingles through my body. He rocked his head from side to side, twisting his lips against my shaft, moaning softly as he pulled back, letting its thick head pop out of his mouth and bounce up and down.

At that point, I didn’t know what was going to happen next, except for one very clear fact. I was damned sure going to make him finish what he’d started.

He stopped. “Oh, my god,” he said.

I took a deep breath to try to control my racing heart. “What?”

“I can taste her,” he said. “I can taste my mother.”

The insanity of that twisted statement took a moment to process, but then his obvious pleasure with it sent a forbidden thrill through my body, ending with a surging throb in my dick.

Before I could respond, he leaned forward again and took me back into his hot, wet mouth, his tongue working hard against my shaft to lick up everything he possibly could. He reached out with both hands and grabbed my hips, then reached around to my buttocks, pulling me closer. As I stepped forward, my cock slid further in. I felt the back of his mouth. He hesitated for a moment, inhaling deeply, then pulled again and pushed the head of my cock down into his throat.

It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I reached down and ran my fingers through his mop of blonde hair, which felt as soft as any woman’s I’d ever felt. I wrapped my fingers around his skill and pulled him even closer, burying his face into my public hair.

After several seconds, I released him, allowing him to come up for air, but he didn’t hurry. Instead, he let my cock emerge from him slowly, allowing me to cherish every bit of the sensation. By the time he’d removed himself from around me, his eyes were watering from lack of air. A tear ran down his cheek, and his face was read. He gazed up at me with pure joy in his eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to taste her,” he whispered. He put his thin hand around my shaft and began greedily licking me like I was a popsicle. “She tastes so damn good.”

“Sure does,” I said.

“You went down on her tonight?” Cameron asked.

I paused, then nodded.

He stood up, looking intently at my mouth. This was getting seriously weird, but I also couldn’t help myself. I needed something from him and I was going to get it. And why not let him get what he needed from me? I mean, it’s not like I was gay or anything. We were just two guys trying to get our nut.

His breath was warm on my face. I bent down and kissed him. His tongue was immediately inside my mouth, and I returned the favor. His moan vibrated against me. He was tasting Emma’s pussy juice on my face and in my saliva. His own mother. And he couldn’t have been more excited about it. Weird kid. Although I remember having crazy thoughts like that when I was his age.

I pressed forward against him, our cocks rubbing against each other. We kept kissing, and it was absolutely as good as any girl I’d ever kissed. There was something intoxicating about the taboo of it. I’d never even thought about being with a man Escort Rize before, and yet here I was was my stepson. Even worse, it felt amazing. I was loving it.

“This isn’t enough for you,” he whispered breathlessly. “You need my pussy.”

He turned around, facing the toilet, and bent over, reaching back and pulling his ass cheeks apart to reveal a tight little asshole.

Holy shit, we were really going to do this.

My cock was as hard as I’d ever experienced it, the skin tight with anticipation. I stepped forward, pressing the head against his anus. It was still sloppy with his saliva, and I rubbed it around to lubricate the area.

I took a deep breath, then grabbed his hips and pulled him toward me as I pushed forward. I felt his muscles tensing and relaxing, and then finally his hole gave way and the head of my cock plunged inside. A high-pitch moan escaped his lips, and the muscles squeezed around me. Then he relaxed again, and I continued to push deeper.

He whimpered.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked.

“Just use me,” he said. “I can take it.”

“If you say so,” I said gripping his hips tightly.

He braced himself against the wall, and I thrust myself all the way inside him. He yelped, and I prayed that he didn’t wake Emma up.

The warmth and tightness was incredible. It was different than a woman’s pussy. Tighter. Dirtier. I loved it. He was exactly what I’d needed right now.

I pulled back, then pressed forward again, slowly at first, then started thrusting him with increasing speed. It was obvious that he was in pain, but also obvious that he was enjoying it. He got into it, pushing his ass onto me in time with my thrusting. I loved his submissiveness. He was allowing me to use his body for my pleasure, and the fact that I was taking advantage of him seemed to give him great satisfaction.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whispered.

“Do it,” he said, and leaned back against me, arching his head back next to mine.

I reached around and wrapped my hands around him, embracing him and pulling him close to me. I turned my head and instinctively sucked on his ear and kissed his neck. His left arm came up and reached around my head, encouraging me to keep kissing him, while his other hand reached down and back to grasp my buttock as I continued to thrust into him. He smelled so good.

“Cum in me,” he whispered. “Cum in me.” He kept saying it, a pleading mantra as I shoved my cock into him with increasing insistence.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The tightness. The excitement of being inside another guy for the first time. The forbiddenness of him being my stepson. The taboo of his sexual desire for his mother. The desperation we’d both felt. It was too much.

I erupted inside of him. I squirted as hard as I ever have in my life, and I lost track of how many times my cock pulsed inside of him. He whimpered with each one, enjoying the delivery deep inside of him. I squeezed him so hard I was sure I’d leave bruises.

Finally, breathless, I had completely finished. For the first time in years, I felt completely depleted. Satisfied. Spent. Cameron had truly emptied my balls. I pulled out slowly.

“Wow,” I said. “That was…amazing.”

“Seriously,” he said. “I’m gonna feel that for days.”

“Do you…need to cum?” I asked, trying to be polite. I mean, it was only fair, right?

He half-turned and side stepped, revealing a thick trail of cum running down his own dick, and motioned his hand to show where cum had splattered over the toilet, wall, and cabinet.

“I came twice during that,” he said. “You were amazing.”

I took a deep breath and sighed it out. “So, uh…what now?”

He smiled. “You go to bed now. I’ll take care of this.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Let’s just consider it my rent.”

“Fair enough. Thanks.”

“Anytime,” he said. “And I mean that.”

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Hi all. Its Ali here!

I’m back with the conclusion of the last post – Sexy Cuz Dee and I Decide to Live-In – where I described the first day. This account is the continuation of the post and details the events of the second day, when Dee enjoys a truly memorable birthday and we finally move to the new apartment to begin our live-in relationship.

A little background first…

I am Ali. I stand over 5’10” tall. I am fair, with light brown eyes and dark, straight hair. I have a ripped, athletic body because I have been an avid soccer player all my life.

I live in one of the large cities in central India and belong to an ultra-conservative Muslim sect. I have a huge extended family that lives together on a huge property on the northern outskirts of the city. My home is within an enormous walled and gated compound. There are three 3-storied buildings with large, comfortable apartments for the families of my father and each of my seven uncles. Despite being quite well off my family is deeply religious and strict when it comes to following the tenets. This meant that the women are prohibited from socializing with males from a very young age. Puberty meant that they have to wear a Hijab to cover their heads and a Burka to cover their bodies when they stepped out of the house. However, as a family, we are very close. I was one of the few boys so I was the most favorite among everyone, including my aunts and cousins. This eventually led to several of us caving in and giving in to lust and we started a secret and taboo but regular sexual relationship.

Dee’s father was the eldest among my father and his brothers and his widow, Aunt Sheen seduced me a few weeks after he passed away. Dee is a year older to me with lovely, soft brown skin in contrast with the rest of our family who is remarkably fair complexioned. Dee stands a little over 5’6″ and large brown eyes with lovely, pouty lips. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair outlines her round face. Dee has always been curvy with a coke-bottle figure, thanks to the genes on her voluptuous mother’s side. Dee has large, perky C-cup breasts with light brown nipples. She has a significantly flat tummy and a slim waist that broadens into a pair of lovely, curvy hips on the side. What I most love about her is Dee’s large, rounded 40-inch bubble booty. Her butt cheeks are noticeably firm and jiggle remarkably when she walks.

Dee was especially close to me since we were little. This led to us becoming physically attracted to each other as we grew up. Dee had finally seduced me a few years ago and we lost our virginity to each other.

COMING TO THE STORY

(8 AM – 10 AM – Monday Morning, July 2008)

Making Her Moan In The Morning

I woke up immediately after my cell phone alarm went off. I quickly reached over to the bedside stand and shut it off before it woke Dee. I turned my head and looked to the side. She lay completely nude and deep in sleep. I gingerly moved her arm from my chest and got out of the bed, trying not to wake her up. I was praying that last night’s intense, long fuck would make sure Dee slept late, at least till I was done with my plan for the morning.

It was Dee’s 19th birthday and I wanted to make the day special for her, starting with a breakfast in bed.

I stepped into the bathroom and came out wiping myself dry from the quick shower 10 minutes later. I put on the cargo shorts and Tee shirt from yesterday, picked my wallet, cell phone and Dee’s moped keys before softly sneaking out of her apartment. I rode to shopping complex across the Marigold Mall intersection and quickly bought the few things I needed.

I rode back, parked the bike and let myself in quietly with the key into Dee’s apartment. I peeked in the bedroom and was glad to find Dee still asleep. I watched the large mounds of her breasts heave up and down softly as she slept a sound sleep. I returned to the kitchen and lit a cigarette while I busied myself preparing a simple breakfast of French toast, coffee and fruits.

Around 45 minutes later, I set the breakfast neatly on a large serving tray and quietly entered the bedroom. Placing the huge tray softly on the foot of the bed I rummaged around in my backpack and quickly found the presents I had bought for Dee back home. I had bought a pair of dainty gold earrings and a lovely gold pendant for Dee. I put the gift-wrapped presents on the tray and set it on the bedside table near Dee. I walked over to the large glass doors to her bedroom balcony and pulled the curtains apart. The cloudy morning light drifting in from the glass doors lit up the bedroom in a dull, hazy light.

I walked over to the foot of the huge bed and looked at Dee’s sleeping form for a few seconds. She lay on her back, covered to her neck under the thick, soft duvet. I began to gently pull the duvet off of Dee. I gazed at the lovely, large brown boobs in the gray light. I pulled the duvet lower and revealed her soft, curvy hips before I caught a glimpse of her clean-shaven cunt. Ordu Escort I watched her shapely, smooth legs as she settled on her back.

I grinned to myself before climbing on the bed and settling myself between her spread legs. I caught her soft thighs and gently pried them apart, careful not to wake her. Dee only mumbled in sleep but lay still with her feet far apart. I went down on my hands and knees and brought my face close to her crotch. I looked up from between her thighs and saw her big brown breasts softly heaving with her breath. Her small, dark brown nipples were outlined clearly in the dim morning light. The next second, the musky, familiar scent of Dee’s cunt hit me.

“Fuck!” I swore softly when I got a whiff of her clean, young pussy.

I immediately put my mouth over her cunt and began to kiss it softly.

“Mm…” Dee mumbled sleepily and shifted a little, still asleep.

I used my lips to spread her tight pussy lips as far apart as I dared before I flicked out my tongue and licked her small clit. I tasted her lovely lips with my tongue and this made Dee stir from her sleep finally.

“Ooohh…” I heard Dee moan softly as she tried to close her legs but her head jerked up when she found my head preventing her from doing so.

“Oh, baby!” Dee exclaimed the next instant when I began to lick her clit with the tip of my tongue.

I let my tongue tip slide up and down her tiny clit till I felt it harden. I then let my tongue slip into her now-moist pussy.

“Ohhh!” Dee moaned out loud as my tongue slid into her creamy, hot vagina. I flicked my tongue in and out of her tight labia and tasted our juices from last night.

Dee instantly clamped her curvy, sexy legs around my neck and held my head smashed against her crotch as I increased the pace of my licking. Now my tongue dipped in and out of her creamy pussy before flicking over to lick her ultra-sensitive clit. I could her warm, smooth body begin to tremble as my tongue worked harder and harder to lick her cunt.

“Ohh!.. Ohh… Yes!.. Baby… Yesss!” Dee’s moans of encouragement were getting louder at this point.

“Mphh!” I cried out in a muffled voice as Dee grabbed my long hair and forced my head deeper into her crotch and her legs tightened around my head in a vice-like grip.

“Mmm… Uhh… Uuhh… Yeah… Just like that… Oh, yeah!” Dee groaned and moaned and urged me to keep licking her clit and I began to roll my soft, wet tongue all around her pebble-hard cunt button.

“Ooohhhh!!” Dee growled long and hard as her climax hit.

My entire face was smothered with her wet, warm crotch as I feverishly licked at her clit and her body shook with the waves of her first orgasm. I loved to see her trembling with her climax as her lovely cunt squirted her warm, sweet juice over my mouth.

“Ohhh, baby…” Dee sighed hard as her trembling became less and less.

A couple of minutes later, she let go of my hair and relaxed her legs from around my head at the same time. Dee lay completely spent on the bed now. Her eyes were closed but she had a huge smile playing on those lovely, luscious lips.

I gasped for air and looked at Dee’s pleased expression with pride.

“Happy birthday, Dee!” I said and girnned.

“Mmm… Thanks a ton, Ali.” Dee whispered softly, still with her eyes closed.

I watched her creaming cunt for a few moments before reluctantly getting off of the bed and stepping into the bathroom. I quickly washed my mouth and splashed water on my face. I had to take a few deep breaths to make my rock-solid cock become less noticeably hard.

“Hey.” I looked at Dee as I stepped into the bedroom. She peeked at me through a half-open eye, “Why are you dressed? It’s so early, baby.” She mumbled and tried to pull me into the bed beside her.

“It’s not that early.” I said, sitting on the bed at her side. I wrapped an arm around Dee’s neck and pulled her up slowly, “We have to go to the college at ten, remember?” I said.

“Oh!” Dee blurted and her eyes flew open in a panic trying to see the clock on the wall.

“Relax…” I smiled and said, pushing her back against the headboard, “It’s not even nine. We still have time.”

Dee relaxed visibly before she yawned and stretched her curvy, naked body in my arms.

“Hmm… Well, then I should make breakfast.” She rubbed her eyes and said, trying to get up again.

“No need.” I said and smiled as I shifted to one side and she finally noticed the large tray on the bedside table behind me.

“Wow!” Dee exclaimed loudly and smiled wide.

She kept looking back and forth at me and the steaming breakfast on the tray, finding it hard to believe.

“Happy birthday, Dee.” I said again and winked.

“Aaw!” Dee murmured, suddenly getting emotional, “This is… so sweet, Ali. Thanks a lot, baby!” She gushed before pulling me into a tight hug.

“Mmmuahh!” Dee kissed me hard on the lips before moving her head back Ordu Escort Bayan and looking at me, “This is really one of the sweetest things you’ve ever done for me, babe.” She said softly as she looked straight in my eyes.

“I want to make this day special, Dee.” I replied, smiling and pleased with her excitement.

“We’re finally going to move in and live together today, Ali!” Dee stated and squeezed me, “This day will always be special to me.” She said before pulling me in for another long, wet kiss.

I wrapped my arms around her warm, bare back and pulled her into a tight embrace. Dee sucked and nibbled at my lips as I caressed her lower back before reaching down to grab her large and round bubble booty. Dee shifted closer and crushed her large, firm tits against me and hugged me even tighter.

“Mmuaahh!” Dee finally broke the kiss a few minutes later and began to reach out for my shorts.

“No.” I grabbed her hands and stopped her.

Dee looked at me with disappointment.

“Let’s have the breakfast first. I’ve been hungry since I started cooking it.” I pleaded.

“All right.” Dee agreed heartily.

I turned around and grabbed the large tray before carefully placing it on the side of the bed.

“Hey! What’s this?” Dee cried out, picking up the small presents.

“Open up and see.” I replied simply, grinning and looking at Dee’s growing excitement.

Dee sat with her back against the wooden headboard and had pulled the duvet to cover her crotch but her large, bare breasts were exposed. I ogled her tempting, perky tits as they jiggled with her movements. I watched Dee remove the wrapping paper before her mouth hung open in shock.

“Wow!” Dee exclaimed softly, “Ali, did you really get these for me? They’re so beautiful!” She gushed with surprise, holding up the delicate gold earrings and watching the pendant twinkle in the dull gray light from the glass balcony door.

“Thank you!” She said excitedly before embracing me once again.

Dee buried her face in the crook of my neck and I held her warm, nude body. I caressed her smooth back softly and heard her sniffle and knew she was really touched by the gesture. She finally let go of me a few moments later and sat back again. I pulled the tray between us and we started to eat.

“This is really great, Ali!” Dee commented as she took a bite of the fluffy French toast and nodded her head.

“Thanks, Dee.” I replied and shoved another spoonful into my mouth because I was feeling famished now.

We sat and ate breakfast while chatting and discussing the plans for the day. It was going to be a busy day ahead. First, we had to go to the college near Symbiosis and finalize my admission. Next, we were to check out the apartment that Aunt Sheen had chosen for us. After that, we had to help the movers shift the various boxes and few items of furniture to the new apartment. Dee and I wanted to get the apartment set the same day because we planned to go to Mumbai for the next couple of days before eventually leaving for home. Our plan was to come back next month when my college starts to a ready apartment.

I was thrilled about the prospect and could barely control my enthusiasm. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamt about this for a long time. I had always wished to be with Dee without the fear of our family finding out about our taboo sexual relationship.

Now my wish was about to come true!

Goodbye Creampie at Old Apartment

(10 AM – 6 PM – Monday Afternoon, July 2008)

After finishing the breakfast, Dee went in for a quick shower and I changed into a black-colored Tee and put on a pair of black-colored Jeans. I stepped into the living room and used the time to roll a J. I sat and smoked in the balcony and watched the huge river rushing by below the apartment as I waited for Dee.

“Hey, bro!” Dee called as she walked into the living room, “I’m ready.”

“Right on time!” I said, “Let’s have a J first?” I suggested, holding up the slim but long J.

“You read my mind!” Dee grinned and said as she stepped into the balcony.

“You’re looking cute.” I commented and winked as I looked at Dee from head to toe.

Dee was wearing a black-colored windcheater which was unzipped just enough to show a couple of inches of her deep cleavage within a fitting, red-colored Tee. I watched the lovely shape of her legs outlined clearly in a pair of tight, black-colored denim Capri. The thick fabric clung tightly to her cushy thighs and her smooth and shapely calves looked enticing. Dee wore a pair of branded black-colored sneakers.

“Thanks!” Dee replied and winked back playfully.

Dee turned around and leaned with her back against me as I stood at one end of the balcony. I wrapped my arms around Dee and helped her light the J in the windy weather. The clouds were still overcast but it didn’t look like it would rain. Dee took a long, deep drag on the J before passing it to me. I did the Escort Ordu same and we held the smoke in for a long time before finally letting it creep out through the nose. I felt my fingertips go numb almost immediately and also felt Dee’s body relax noticeably as she rested against me. I wrapped my left arm around her flat tummy and we casually smoked the J.

A few minutes later, Dee eventually shifted and rested her round bubble booty on my crotch. She leaned her head back on my chest and casually swayed her hips, trying to tease my cock under the jeans. I could smell Dee’s peculiar perfume as she snuggled back into me. The strong stuff had already heightened my senses and I loved holding her soft, warm body against mine.

“Mm…” Dee purred softly as I placed my lips against her lovely, soft neck and kissed. “Oh… baby…” She moaned when I began to suck on her neck softly.

I felt her shiver as she got aroused and I would take a drag and get back to kissing and nibbling her neck. Dee pushed herself back against me and I pulled her even closer. I felt my cock becoming aroused. It felt tight in my jeans and Dee’s firm booty cheeks rubbed it and teased it to no extent.

We eventually finished smoking the J and playfully turning each other on. I felt my cock was now semi-erect and made a visible bulge in the jeans.

“Fuck!” I swore in frustration and pushed Dee away gently.

“Ali…” Dee called my name half-pleading and tried to snuggle back but I kept her at arm’s length.

“No, we don’t have the time.” I said, trying to adjust my thickened cock in the tight jeans, “Shit, Dee… You’ve got me so hard!” I hissed.

Dee simply grinned at this and giggled hard. I looked at her winking at biting her lips temptingly as I took a few deep breaths. My mind was buzzing now but I managed to subdue my excitement after a couple of minutes. Dee shook her head and grinned before stepping back in and walking to the kitchen. I walked in and closed the glass doors of the balcony behind me. I was putting on my windcheater when Dee walked in with a bottle of water. I took a few long gulps of water and wet my parched throat. I remembered to grab the file with my admission documents before we left the apartment. Dee and I had stupid, stoned smiles on our faces as we took the elevator down.

I rode slowly along the crowded roads as Dee sat close to me at the back. She had her arms wrapped tightly around my waist and her firm, large tits crushed against my back as we rode to Symbiosis College.

There was a rush for the admission process so the college campus was crowded. Thankfully, I did not have to wait long and we managed to complete the formalities in a couple of hours.

“Congrats, bro!” Dee cried out and hugged me suddenly right outside the admission office in the college campus.

“Thanks, Dee.” I replied back, suddenly conscious about the several stares we were getting.

Dee sensed my hesitation and quickly let go. Although she did catch my hand as we hurried to the parking lot.

“Where to now?” I asked, as Dee took a seat at the back and I slowly rode out of the college.

“Let’s have a smoke first.” Dee suggested, also feeling the high coming down now.

“Take a left from here. I heard you get great cold coffee here.” Dee said and pointed at the intersection.

I parked the bike in front of a small coffee and tea stall in the side street. Dee went to order our coffee and I walked over to the cigarette stall at its side. The roadside tea stall seemed to be a popular hangout for the kids from college. I could see a bunch of boys and girls just sitting around in small groups.

I picked out two cigarettes, lit them together before placing between Dee’s lips. Dee’s hands were full with the two tall glasses of cold coffee. She was grateful when I took one from her. Dee sat on the parked moped while I stood close in front of her.

“Wow!” I exclaimed pleasantly, “This is really good coffee.” I told Dee.

“I know, right.” She grinned and we began sipping the chilled, chocolaty coffee between drags from the cigarettes.

A minute later, Dee began to tell the plan. We were supposed to call the real estate agent and get the keys to the new apartment for we had to check it out. Aunt Sheen had recommended it highly for several reasons. It was in Kumar Picasso, one of the posh and luxurious apartment blocks near Hadapsar Bus Stop. The apartment belonged to Vandana, one of Aunt Sheen’s close school friends who now owned an advertisement agency in Pune. She was more than happy to rent it to Dee and me as it was fully furnished but she could not find suitable tenants for it. It was extremely close to Magarpatta City so we had access to a mall and a market too.

We finished our coffee and Dee made the call to the broker. He explained the way to me and we were on our way. The broker met us at his office in Hadapsar. As instructed by Vandana, he handed over the apartment keys after describing the short way to the apartment complex.

It was easy to find the huge apartment block as it was at the end of the road. We were let in by the security guards at the door after explaining our purpose. Dee was visibly excited as we entered the huge apartment complex.

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