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My mother stood beside the chair dad was in with eyes bulging from her brown face tented red with anger. She was pissed to say the least. My little brother, Justin was barely outside of the glass doors. He was also shocked but remained silent by the sliding doors.
“What the fuck, Joseph! You’re naked and so are our children! What’s going on??” My mom,Tamela or Tammy for short, is stunning. She is five foot seven inches, light brown skin with hazel eyes and long, thick shoulder length dark brown hair. She was shaped with small B cup tits, a small waist, and a rounded hips with a big ass. My mom has never really gotten over the body she gained from being pregnant. She always said that she was a small woman until she had my eldest brother, Jamal. That’s when her hips spread and her ass grew. My mom now wore a black blazer over a white tank top and tight fitted dark washed jeans. Her feet were bare.
Dar rose from his chair to confront my mom. James also stood from the recliner we were sharing and walked over to help dad. Jamal followed behind his brother but walked over to Justin to talk quietly to him for a minute. My mom and dad were screaming incoherently at each other. I looked over to see Justin and Jamal still talking, and surprisingly, Justin was openly staring at Jamal’s big dick. Jamal noticed this and smiled a bit but still ushered Justin inside the house. Jamal closed the door and walked over to stand behind mom. I tuned back in to mom and dad just as my dad yelled, “Well why are your nipples hard Tamela?” Everything stopped as my mom gasped and reached down to try to cover her hard nipples with the sides of her blazer. “Nothing to say?” my dad teased. I saw that James had folded his arms across his chest and smiled at Jamal over mom’s head. I layed back in my recliner to watch the scene unfold. Jamal reached up and tugged the blazer from her body. Mom was too shocked to register Jamal’s hands cupping her tits. “No bra, Ma?” he asked as he pulled on her nipples. Dad laughed and moved in closer to press his lips against hers. She was rigid at first but soon allowed her husband to tongue kiss her. Deeply. Mom was turned on. Jamal had lowered the straps of her tank top to caress them more freely without barriers. James reached between my dad’s naked body and mom’s clothed body to try and undo her jeans. Dad held onto mom’s head with both hand in her hair as they passionately kissed. Jamal had licked his fingers on both hands and tweaked her nipples as he licked and sucked on mom’s neck. James worked her jeans down her hips and revealed a black thong. He knelt to kiss her thighs before he lowered the thong and tank top to the ground. James obviously loved to eat pussy because it looked as if that was what he was about to do. Dad stepped back a little and spread his legs to make room for James. James lifted a leg to put on his shoulder when mom started to struggle. She raised her hands to push dad by off of her. When he held on to her and tried to keep kissing her, she tried harder, pushing against his chest until he had to back off. “What are we doing Joseph? We could go to jail for this.” Dad smiled at her and covered her hands with his on his chest. “Who’s gonna tell?” he asked her. Jamal let go of her nipples and knelt to spread kisses on her ass. “Yea ma, who gone say anything?” This came from James as we worked to get mom to spread her legs. “I don’t know you guys.” she said, still unsure. James opened her pussy lips with one Küçükbakkalköy Escort hand and stroked her thigh with another. He ducked his head and chuckled a little, “your pussy is soaking wet.” Before mom could respond, James stuck out his tongue and licked the juices out of her pussy. Mom moaned and grabbed onto dad by the arms to help keep her balance as Jamal stuck his head between mom’s ass cheeks. Mom was lost as she began to move against them. James was fingering her pussy and sucking on her clit. Jamal was shaking his head back and forth, growling as he ate mom’s ass. I was so turned on, I spread my legs and began to touch myself. Mom took her hands off of dad’s arms and placed one on James’s head and one on Jamal’s. “Ohh yea boys. Eat momma good. Mmmmm that’s eat right there.” Her eyes were closed and she rocked herself on their faces. Dad looked over to see me stroking my pussy and smiled smiled at me as he started to walk over towards me. “You like seeing yo momma like that, baby girl,” he asked me as he came to sit down in front of me on the recliner I was on. I nodded my head and licked my lips at his hard dick. Dad reached over and flicked my clit. I bucked my hips in response and he removed my hand. He leaned down to lick my juices off of my finger. He closed his eyes and groaned. “Damn girl. I can’t get over how sweet this pussy is.” He leaned down and grabbed my hips with both hand bringing my hips up to meet his mouth. I wrapped my legs around his neck and moaned as Dad stroked my pussy with his tongue. My dad pulled me closer to him and started to fuck me with his wet tongue. He fucked me nice and slow with his long tongue as he rubbed my ass with his large hands. I grabbed his head with both of my hands, trying to get more of his tongue into me. As I rocked my hips, I heard my mom scream her orgasm. I panted as dad licked and sucked at my pussy. I was so close. Without warning, dad pulled away from me and unwrapped my legs from around his neck. He rose up and looked over towards mom and my brothers. Jamal walked to sit down in a recliner beside me. He spread his legs with one on each side of the recliner. Mom and James both walked over to Jamal. When mom reached the recliner, she turned so that her back was to Jamal’s chest. Jamal held his hard dick straight up so that mom could sit down on his dick. Jamal pointed his dick at her asshole. Mom placed her hands on his thighs as she closed her eyes and worked herself on Jamal. “Ohh. This dick is big baby,” mom said. She licked her thick lips and moaned as she kept grinding her big ass on Jamal.
Dad was staring at them while stroking his dick. I took his dick in my hand and urged him to enter my pussy. He never took his eyes off of the scene as he fed me his dick. I reached around with my hands and grabbed his ass as I rocked my hips. I rubbed my clit against him and my pussy quivered around his dick. “Ahhhh yea baby girl. This pussy is so good,” he moaned as he started to move against me. Mom was now riding Jamal’s dick and moaning loudly. Her moans were muffled and I turned my head to see why. Mom had James’s dick head in her mouth while she stroked his shaft. James had the shortest dick out of all three. It was 8 inches and really thick. Mom seemed to deep troat his dick without much of a problem. James was stroking mom’s head while Jamal fucked her ass with his 10 inch dick and fingered her pussy. She was so wet, you could here her pussy Escort Küçükbakkalköy juices as Jamal played with her.
Dad was fucking me slowly and kissing on my neck while I watched mom. She took James’s dick from her mouth and told him to fuck her pussy. James cames around to straddle the recliner and lift mom’s legs to his waist. He teased her with his dick head, coating it with mom’s leaking juices. “Damn Ma. This pussy is so fucking wet.” He slid his dick in slowly, relishing in her pussy. Jamal wrapped one arm around mom and ground her ass against his dick while James established a rhythm. Jamal reached one hand around to tilt her head towards his for a kiss. My pussy clenched around my dad as Jamal stuck his tongue down mom’s throat. James pounded into mom’s pussy, “Ahhhh yea. This pussy is good.” I watched as James’s cum covered dick fuck my mom. Mom and Jamal kissed as Jamal started to move with James, fucking mom’s holes. My snatched her head away and moaned loudly. Dad grabbed my ass and matched James’s rhythm. He pumped into me and bent to suck my nipple into his mouth. I came hard. Grinding my hips against his my dad also came in my pussy. He kept pumping until his dick jerked inside me one final time. I opened my eyes to see my mom completely lost in pleasure while her sons fucked her. “Fuck yesssss. Ahhh yea. Fuck momma good boys. That’s it.”
Dad leaned down and whispered into my ear, “your brother’s been staring at you.” I couldn’t believe him because James had his eyes closed with his head thrown back as he fucked mom’s pussy hard. Jamal was staring at mom’s ass as she bounced on his dick. Dad rose up off the recliner and walked over to the glass doors. I was lying back fingering myself as dad walked out with a naked Justin following him. Justin was hard and his dick was leaking pre cum. Unknown to mom, James and Jamal, dad and Justin walk over to me. Dad stopped and nudged Justin towards me. When he is close enough, I reach out to stroke him while looking up at his face. Mom was starting to cum. She yelled her release, quickly followed my Jamal. “Ahhhh yea Ma, I’m gone cream this asshole good,” he said through gritted teeth. “Yea baby cum in my ass. That’s it baby.” James leaned over his mom’s shoulder and kissed his brother as his body started to jerk. I watched James and Jamal tongue kiss while I placed Justin’s dick into my mouth. He was standing in between the two recliners my mom and I were on. Mom opened her eyes to see me sucking Justin’s dick. As James climbed off of my mom, she stood so that Jamal could stand as well.
Dad was stroking his dick while standing at the end of the recliner I was sitting on. James walked around behind my dad and stroked his chest. Jamal sat down between my legs facing dad and sucked his dick into his mouth. James reached down to stroke dad’s balls with one hand as dad opened his legs to allow him better access. Mom sat down on her recliner and leaned in to lick Justin’s shaft while I sucked hard on his head. Justin’s body shook and he came into my mouth. Mom grabbed his dick and he turned towards her. I saw James and dad kiss while Jamal sucked dad’s dick. Dad reached around and stroked James with on hand and placed another hand on Jamal’s bobbing head. I could hear Jamal and mom slurp and suck. Before dad cums, Jamal gets on hands and knees facing me. “Fuck my ass dad,” he says. Then he looks at me and says, “spread those pretty legs and Küçükbakkalköy Escort Bayan let me fuck that sweet pussy.” I slide down a little and he pushes that big dick into me. “Fuck yes Jazz. This pussy is so tight.” After a few strokes, Jamal stops so that dad could work his dick into Jamal’s ass. Once he was all the way in, he smacked Jamal hard on the ass before grabbing his hips and fucking him good. Jamal grunted in my ear as dad fucked his ass. Jamal started to move against dad, fucking himself on dad’s dick while fucking my pussy good at the same time. I heard Justin moan loudly,”I’m gonna cum in your mouth James. Ahhhh yea.” I looked over to see James and mom licking Justin’s cum from each other’s faces. Mom lies back and grabs Justin by the dick. “Fuck me Justin.” Justin straddled the recliner and let mom guide his dick into her. “Ohh yea baby. You’re just as big as your brother.” James put his dick against mom’s lips and she immediately opened to him.
Jamal kissed my neck and I closed my eyes to let myself feel him work his dick inside my pussy. “Ohhh Jamal, you feel so damn good,” I moaned. He licked the spot below my ear and then sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “Yea Jamal. Fuck this dick good boy,” dad said as he smacked Jamal on the ass again. I hear mom moaning loudly around James’s dick as Justin fucks her wet pussy. Justin threw his head back and his mouth falls open as he picks up his pace. I reach up and stroke James’s ass. He spreads his legs and I stick in a finger. James moans and starts to fuck mom’s face. Jamal comes into my pussy first. “Fuck yea!! Fuck this ass good dad,” Jamal said as he came in me. That triggered my orgasm and I came on Jamal’s dick. Dad keeps fucking Jamal in the ass, grunting hard. Justin comes next. He grabs my mom’s legs and puts them on his shoulders to get in deep into mom’s pussy. “Ohhh yessss,” Justin moans loudly as he came into mom’s pussy. I worked two fingers into James’s ass and he cums into mom’s throat. Dad thrusts one last time into Jamal and yelled his release. “Ahhhh FUCK.” Mom came last while Justin stroked her clit. After she came, mom stroked Justin’s chest. “That was good baby,” she said. Dad pulled out of Jamal and leaned down to kiss his ass good. Sucking and slurping at his hole. “FUCK yea. That was good boy,” dad said. He stood up and smacked Jamal on the ass one last time. James sat down behind Justin and Jamal collapsed unto me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, welcoming his weight.
“I know y’all better not be going to sleep. Family dinner is here tonight and we got a lot to do,” my mom said.
“Shit,” dad said,”I forgot all about that.”
“Yea I bet. You were kind of busy,” mom said smiling at her husband of 28 years. We all laughed at that. After a minute we all raised up to walk inside the house. Mom gathered her clothes from the ground and started giving orders once we were inside. We had an hour and a half to bathe ourselves and cook a dinner large enough to feed at least 20 people. The boys were sent to shower first while mom and I started the meal. We moved around the kitchen while singing and humming a new R&B song. We had started to belt out the high notes when the garage door opened and closed. We were standing in the kitchen naked as my Uncle Jim walked around the corner. My dad’s brother whistled loudly between his teeth to get our attention. Mom and I jumped at his surprising entrance. “Well well well,” he said with a smile on his face,”y’all look good enough to eat.” He smiled sexily and I hoped he meant that literally. I looked over at my mom as she smiled at him.
“Why don’t you come get a taste then Jim.”
My jaw falls open as my mom walked towards him. Hot damn!! This day will never end!!! I thought happily.

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After having forbidden sex with his mother, Val has incestuous sex with his aunt Victoria, his aunt Isabella, and his grandmother, Mary.

Author’s Note:

This is a true story as told to me by Valentino that he wanted me to write and share about his identical triplet mother, Elizabeth, his aunts, Victoria and Isabella, and his grandmother, Mary.

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Continued from Chapter 04:

Val kissed his mother again. This time, passionately kissing her, he kissed her as if he hadn’t kissed her before. He kissed her as if she was his girlfriend, his significant other, his wife, and/or his lover instead of his mother.

Then, surprising him, when she returned his passionate kiss with her passionate kiss, they made out with one another. He made out with his mother and she made out with her son. He couldn’t believe he was making out with his mother while having incestuous sex with her. Having kissed lots of women, never had he felt such sexual excitement when kissing his mother.

If it wasn’t enough that he was naked with his naked mother, he couldn’t believe he was French kissing her. He couldn’t believe he was touching her, feeling her, and fondling her beautiful, naked body everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother while French kissing her. Always difficult to have a conversation with her before, instead of talking with her now, he had his lips and his hands do all of his talking.

With him able to break it off at any time, he couldn’t believe that he continued to make out with his mother. With her able to break it off at any time, he couldn’t believe that she continued to make out with her son. She returned his passionate kisses with her passionate kisses. Even if he never saw his mother without her clothes again, and even if they never had illicit sex again, he’d remember making out with his mother while having sex with her for as long as he lived.

All that he’d never forget, he’d remember her stripping naked in front of him. He’d remember him stripping naked in front of her. He’d remember her stroking his cock before sucking his cock. He’d remember fingering, licking, and fucking his mother’s pussy. Now that he knew what she looked like naked and the sexual animal that she was in bed, he’d never look at his mother the same ever again. Even though she was still a bitch, as if she was a wild horse that he broke and tamed, after riding her hard and fast, she was his bitch now.

Yet, surprisingly, in all the times he masturbated over imagining seeing her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked he never imagined French kissing her. In all the times he masturbated over the imagined thoughts of having forbidden sex with her, strangely enough, he never masturbated over making out with her. Yet, now that he had made out with her, never had he been as sexually excited as he was now to be with her in her bed. She was the best kisser he ever kissed. It took his mother to show him all that he was sexually missing.

Now that he had kissed her, French kissed her, with his mother a great kisser, kissing her was so hot. Blanking his mind with her kisses, she made his cock even harder. With her red, full, soft lips, was it any wonder why she’s such a great kisser? With her red, full, soft lips, was it any wonder why his whore of a stripper, exhibitionist mother gave such incredible blowjobs? Usually dreaming of having sex with her, tonight he’d dreaming of kissing her and making out with her while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere before fucking her again.

# # #

“I love you, Mom. I really, do,” he said. “I’m in love with you,” he said as if he was the bachelor and she was the bachelorette.

She kissed him and held him tight while whispering in his ear what he hoped she’d say.

“I love you, too, Val,” she said pausing to look at him before continuing to make out with him.

The first time she ever said she loved him, he looked at her shocked. He was so happy. He was on cloud nine. He loves his mother and his mother loves him. After seeing his mother naked and having sex with her naked body, his life couldn’t be any more complete.

“Oh, Mom,” he said pulling her to him and parting her lips with his tongue to give her another, deep, wet kiss. “If only I could marry you, I would. I’d love to sleep with you in the same bed every night and be together with you every day. I’d love to live with you as man and wife.”

He looked at her with love. He looked at her with lustful, sexual passion. He looked at her as if he was dreaming. Ignoring him saying that he’d marry her, she looked at him as if he was insane. Something that comes with maturity derived from all of her sexual experiences with so very many men, she was more of a realist than a dreamer. She had sex with him not because she wanted to have sex with her son but because he had blackmailed her and threatened to ruin her.

“Now that I stripped myself naked and allowed you to have sex with my naked body, done with Kozyatağı Escort incestuous sex, I hope that we can finally put this all behind us. I hope we can move forward as mother and son instead of as incestuous lovers.” Making sure he understood, she lifted her head up from the pillow. “Never will you see me naked ever again. Never will you have sex with me ever again. Never shall we speak of this ever again. Do you hear me, Val? Do you understand,” she asked while poking his forehead with her manicured fingertip?

# # #

Angered now, as if she headbutted him instead of poked him, he swiped her finger away from his forehead. He laughed and looked at her as if she was the one who was insane. Now, that he had her, with him in control of her, he’d never let her go. Now, that he had sex with his mother, he’d be having sex with her again. He’d have as much sex with his MILF of a whore mother for as long as he wanted. With him threatening to ruin her life, she was now his sexual slave.

“Never say never mother. Never is such a very, long time,” he said with a dirty laugh. “Now that we’ve had forbidden sex, I hope to have illicit sex with you again and again, as many times as I want to have incestuous sex with you,” he said feeling and squeezing her naked breasts while pulling, turning, twisting, and fingering her erect nipples.

As if she was a running back trying to avoid a tackle, she gave him a straight arm to his chest before slapping his hand away from her naked breasts.

“Val no. We mustn’t. This was all a tragic mistake. Incestuous sex between a mother and her son is wrong. It’s not normal for a son to have sex with his mother. It’s not normal for you to want to marry me,” she said. “We can’t continue like this. This must stop now.”

He laughed.

“We can stop and put this all behind us after I’ve had sex with my aunts, your sisters. We can put this all behind us after I’ve had sex with my grandmother, your mother, too,” he said. “I need you to arrange for me to have a sexual rendezvous first with Aunt Victoria, then with Aunt Isabella, and finally with Grandma Mary” he said.

She looked at him stunned. Yet, helpless to fight him and deny him what he sexually wanted, with him holding all the trump cards and now taking control of her life, reluctantly, she obediently obeyed him. After all that he discovered about them, the naked photos, their stripper costumes, and their diaries, what else could she do?

He threatened to blackmail her if she didn’t strip herself naked and have sex with him. He threatened to blackmail her sisters and her mother if they refused to have incestuous sex with him. He threatened to ruin all of their lives in the eyes of their socialite friends. He threatened to pull the plug on everything they all worked so hard to get. With the morality clause her ex-husband had placed in her divorce settlement, she could lose her house.

Surely, after she explained to her sisters and to her mother that Val intended to blackmail all of them in the way that he was blackmailing her now, she hoped they’d capitulate and have forbidden sex with him, too. In the way that she had incestuous sex with him, she hoped her sisters would have incestuous sex with their nephew. In the way she had forbidden sex with her son, she hoped her mother would have forbidden sex with her grandson.

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Chapter 05:

Elizabeth had a real dilemma on her hands. It was bad enough that her son had found her trunk, saw her naked pictures, and read her diary but he blackmailed her into not only stripping herself naked but also into giving him incestuous sex. Now, threatening to blackmail her sisters and her mother, he threatened to ruin their lives, too. Unless, they gave him what he sexually wanted, they’d lose their way of life. They’d lose all of their friends. They’d lose their luxurious lifestyles.

At first thought, it made her skin crawl to even think about having sex with her son. It made her sick to her stomach to imagine sucking and fucking her son’s prick. Yet, on second thought, she had done much worse as a stripper, as a whore, and as a hooker. Men she wouldn’t look at twice if she saw them on the street, she had taken their erect pricks in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy for money.

After doing horrible, sexual things that she thought she’d never do for money, even having incestuous sex with her sisters for a man willing to pay, why not have sex with her son? Seemingly, after having sex with everyone else, why would she resist having sex with Val, now? Besides, with him giving her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, the best sex she has had in a very, long time, he was a passionate and generous lover.

Yet, now, ready to expose her and her family for the whores that they all are, he expected to have incestuous sex not only with her but also with her sisters Victoria and Isabella, and even with her mother, Mary, too. She wasn’t worried Escort Kozyatağı about approaching her mother to ask her if she’d have sex with her grandson. The biggest whore of the bunch, after having had sex with practically anyone and everyone, she’d definitely have sex with her grandson. With him always her favorite, soliciting her mother to have sex with Val was the least of her worries.

Yet, respectable women now with high social status and moral standings, she feared her sisters would resist having sex with their nephew. Even if she could arrange for her son to have sex with his Aunt Victoria, how could she arrange for him to have sex with his Aunt Isabella and his Grandmother Mary without Vicky telling them? As it happened, lucky for her, she needn’t worry about telling her sister, Isabella, and/or her mother, Mary, about Val wanting to have sex with them. As if sex between them all was meant to be, it all happened serendipitously.

# # #

Elizabeth invited her sister, Victoria, over for a surprise celebration. As soon as her sister arrived, she greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the lips. She escorted her in the living room where there were bottles of chilled champagne, shrimp, crab cakes, and an assortment of cookies, cakes, and pastries.

“What’s all this,” asked Victoria looking over at her sister? “Are you having a party?”

Liz smiled at her sister while pouring her a glass of champagne.

“I’m celebrating,” she said. “Crab cake,” asked Liz holding out the tray to her sister?

Victoria made a face while waving her hand.

“No thanks. I’m dieting again. I need to fit in my dress that I bought for the upcoming charity event,” she said. “With him always staring at my cleavage and at my ass, the last thing I need is for my tits to fall out of my dress in front of the governor.”

Liz laughed.

“No doubt, he’d like that. With the rumors of women arriving at his mansion late and leaving early the next morning, I’m sure he’s seen lots of naked breasts,” said Liz laughing with her sister.

Identical triplets, difficult to tell one sister from the other sister, unless facing them head on, they all looked so much alike, especially when seeing them from the back. Hard to tell them apart on the phone, they all had identical voices, too. With their mother, Grandma Mary, still a beautiful woman and still having a sexy and shapely body, it was easy to discern where they all got their good looks and their great figures from, too.

“What’s the celebration,” asked Victoria sitting on the couch? “And what’s with the towel on the couch? Did you have an accident,” she said with a laugh?

Not answering her, Liz sat next to her sister and moved closer to her. She brushed a long strand of her lush, blonde hair that had fallen in Vicky’s eyes. Then, with two fingers on her sister’s chin, she turned her head to her and stared into her blue eyes. As if she was a man sexually seducing her, Liz kissed her sister.

When she parted her sister’s lips and French kissed her, Vicky didn’t resist. Instead of pulling away, she returned her sister’s wet kiss with her wet kiss. While Liz continued kissing Victoria, she felt her abundant breasts through her pink, silk blouse while fingering the impressions of her emerging nipples through her pink, low-cut bra. In the way that Liz had made out with her son, she was making out with her sister.

# # #

Watching them from the second-floor landing as if he was watching and waiting for Santa Claus when he was a child, something he never expected to see, Val couldn’t believe his eyes. His mother was kissing and feeling up his aunt. Spellbound, he watched his mother making out with his aunt while feeling her big breasts.

Something he yearned to do with his aunt in the way that he had yearned to do with his mother, was what his mother was doing with her sister. He’d love to make out with his Aunt Victoria. He’d love to feel her big breasts through her blouse and finger her erect nipples through her bra while French kissing her.

Not stopping there, suspecting that Val was there on the second-floor landing watching, giving him a sexy, incestuous show to see, Liz lifted the hem of her sister’s, short skirt to expose her matching, pink, silk panties to her son. As if she was a horny man with three hands sexually seducing a woman, she slowly slid her hand beneath her sister’s skirt and along her shapely thighs. Reaching higher and moving her hand in between her sister’s thighs, she rubbed Victoria’s pussy through her panties while continuing to French kiss her.

‘I don’t believe this. I can’t believe I’m seeing my aunt’s, pink panties,’ thought Val. ‘I can’t believe my Mom is making out with my aunt. I can’t believe she’s fingering Aunt Vicky’s pussy though her panties. I can’t believe my MILF of a mother is about to have sex with her MILF of a sister.’

Something he had never seen before was something he thought he’d never see. Kozyatağı Escort Bayan He couldn’t believe he was seeing his aunt’s pink, bikini panties. With her panties custom made and form fitting, he stared at her panties as if she wasn’t wearing panties. Easily able to discern it all, he saw her camel toe, her pussy mound, and her pussy slit.

Obviously, determined to have her wicked, sexual way with her sister’s cunt in the way that Val had his wicked, sexual way with his mother’s cunt, Liz reached her hand all the way up her sister’s skirt. Slowly sliding them down, she removed Victoria’s silk, bikini panties. Now, with her skirt bunched around the top of her thighs, her naked, glistening pussy was clearly visible for Val to see.

Something he had never seen before was something he was seeing now. If it wasn’t enough that he saw his aunt’s panties, now he was seeing his aunt’s naked pussy. Hoping she would, he’d love to watch his mother fingerfuck her sister while rubbing her clit. Hoping she would, he’d love to see his mother give her sister oral sex.

Then, not taking no for an answer, as if reading his mind, she pushed her sister back on the couch and moved to her knees in front of her. As if she was a man having his forced, sexual way with a woman’s naked pussy, she spread her knees and moved between her sister’s legs. Taking her sweet time, teasing her with her big, blue eyes, she stared at her sister’s blonde, trimmed pussy before looking up at her with sexual arousal and incestuous wickedness.

Liz gave Vicky a sexy smile and a naughty look before fingering her naked pussy. Then, she kissed her cunt while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. Not stopping there, she licked her sister’s pussy while fingerfucking her cunt. Hard to believe and too much to take in, his mother was giving her sister oral sex.

Shocking and something so very unexpected, Elizabeth was eating her sister. Shocking and something as equally unexpected, Val couldn’t believe his aunt allowed her sister to give her oral sex. As stunned as he was sexually excited watching them having lesbian, incestuous sex, Val couldn’t believe his mother was eating his aunt’s cunt. He’d love nothing more than to trade places with his mother.

# # #

“Oh, Liz,” said Victoria with a sexy laugh. “We haven’t done something like this since that Russian, oligarch billionaire invited the three of us on-board his yacht to have incestuous sex with one another.”

While Liz continued licking her sister’s pussy and rubbing her clit, getting ready for more incestuous, sexual action, Victoria unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her front-snapping bra, and released her big, shapely breasts from her sexy brassiere. She moved her sister’s hand to feel her breasts and finger her nipples. Then, Victoria ran her fingers through Liz’s blonde hair while her sister felt her naked breasts, fingered her erect nipples, and continued licking her pussy.

‘If it wasn’t enough watching my mother making out with my aunt while feeling her through her clothes, I can’t believe they’re having lesbian sex. If it wasn’t enough seeing my aunt’s panties and her naked cunt, now I’m seeing her naked breasts, too,’ thought Val.

“I love eating your pussy,” said Elizabeth. “I love licking my sister’s cunt.”

Victoria put a gentle hand to the back of her sister’s blonde, pretty head and applied a little pressure to move her face more comfortably closer to her pussy. Then, applying a little more pressure to the back of Liz’s head, she mashed her sister’s face in her warm, wet cunt. She moved her head to direct her tongue where she wanted her sister to lick her.

‘This is too much,’ thought Val. ‘I only wished that was me eating my aunt’s pussy and not my mother. Yet, if watching them having lesbian sex is the only way that I’ll have sex with my aunt, I can vicariously live with that.’

He continued watching his mother having lesbian sex with her sister.

‘Still, I’d love to stick my erect dick in my aunt’s mouth. I’d love for her to blow me. I love to cum in her beautiful mouth. I’d love to give her a cum bath and cum all over her pretty face, in her lush, blonde hair, and across her big, naked breasts. I’d love to fuck Aunt Vicky’s pussy. I’d love to cum in her cunt. I’d love to see and hear her cum while screaming my name.’

He unzipped his pants and removed her erect prick from his underwear. He slowly stroked himself while watching his MILF of a mother having lesbian sex with his MILF of an aunt. Unable to wrap his head around all that’s happened in such a short while, he couldn’t believe his mother was having lesbian sex with her sister.

“Liz. Oh, Liz. You’re going to make me cum,” she said putting a heavier hand behind her sister’s head and mashing her face harder in her sopping, wet pussy. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Lick me faster. Rub me harder. I’m almost there, Liz. I’m almost there.”

As if she was being fucked by a man instead of being eaten by her sister, Vicky humped Liz’s mouth. While Vicky humped her sister’s mouth, Liz licked her sister faster while rubbing her clit harder and fingerfucking her deeper. She squeezed her breasts and pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples. Continuing to lick and finger her pussy, it didn’t take her sister very long to cum.

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This is a follow up to—– My Girlfriend Delivers

*

It was a dull Saturday morning I was emptying the dishwasher from yesterday afternoon. My roommate Grant came into the kitchen after finally getting out of bed. “So how did your date with Karen go?”

I had only gone out with Karen a few times but as most of my dates with her went, we ended up in bed. And we both thought that our relationship was going just fine because of it. “Well we enjoyed a wonderful evening my boy.”

As I bent over the dishwasher Grant came up behind me and put his arms around my waist, bumping up against my ass and said, “Oh from this view I can see what your girl Karen likes about you Steve. Since we share a common interest I think we might enjoy some exciting sexual adventures.” I answered, “Why Grant I didn’t know you found the big girls to your liking.”

Grant responded, “Oh my interests are wide ranging. I’m sure Karen would be up for some double man action.” Then as he reached into my sweatpants to take my dick in his right hand added, “She seems to enjoy this bit of Steve as much as I do, I’m thinking a threesome would be a good time for all.”

Well in case I hadn’t mentioned that Grant and I besides being roommates are both Bi and lovers. We met in high school where we had some mutual girlfriends, had some threesomes and once we were freshmen in college we were getting it on without them around.

As Grant bumped his obvious boner against my ass and massaged my stiffening dick with his right hand I stood up and thought Karen might enjoy that action. She’s a strong girl 5-9 tall and 185 pounds and finds my 6-1 220 pound frame to her liking so Grant being 6-2 tall and 230 pounds wouldn’t be off her radar.

So with Grant having stroked my nine inches good and hard he turned me around and squatted in front of me taking my pants to my knees then took the head of my cock in his mouth. Grant is a big strapping young man but he has an incredible talent for sucking cock. He was quickly working half of my dick between his lips.

When Grant started humming I knew he had hit his stride so I reached down to take his head in my hands and began fucking his face. Grant is more than able and happy to deep throat my nine inches but he has a thing about getting his head held firmly and having me work it in his mouth. No reason not to please the boy.

With his hands free Grant was stroking the backs of my thighs which he knows makes my knees a little weak and hastens me getting off. So when I felt ready to go I eased Grant’s head back so that only the head of my cock was in his mouth before I came. Oh what a pleasure, for both of us, me getting off and Grant swallowing a big load.

Licking his lips Grant stood up and I unzipped his pants letting them fall to the floor then pulled his dick from his boxer briefs. As usual while giving head Grant developed a hard on, his own nine inch dick, OK nine and a quarter because he likes to be the top gun, throbbing in my hand. Smiling Grant opened his left hand to show me a condom and tube of lubricant he had pulled from his pocket. Prepared as always, at least when he wants something, like to bang my ass, which I do have to say, I enjoy very much.

I turned to allow Grant to lube up my back door with one then two and finally three fingers before I rolled the condom on his stiff dick.

Then spreading my legs wide I leaned over the counter and waited as Grant squeezed my butt cheeks and slapped my ass with his boner. Grant spread my cheeks with one hand and we both grunted as he poked Koşuyolu Escort the fat head of his dick into my asshole.

I caught my breath as Grant paused with one hand on my shoulder and the other guiding his cock into me. We both relaxed and enjoyed one of our regular activities.

As Grant slowly pushed his dick in me part way he moved both hands to my hips and began to go a little deeper with every push. It is a sweet feeling to have my ass good and stuffed by my bi buddy. After a few minutes of pushing I could feel Grant’s belly smacking into my big butt which meant he was putting his nine inches all the way in.

Then as Grant began thrusting upward as he pushed my hips up with his arms so I was on my tip toes at first then bracing my arms I was basically lifted off the floor when he pushed all the way into my ass. Now I’m a big boy so it takes some power to fuck me off my feet but it feels so exhilarating and I’m damn fortunate to have Grant.

The next few minutes were glorious as Grant pounded my ass. Finally with me off the floor and balanced just so Grant pushed his cock to the balls deep in my ass and held me firmly until he came.

Grant set me down and pulled out then said, “Now you can’t tell me your girlfriend wouldn’t want to get some doubleheader dose of that fun.” I was catching my breath as I answered, “She’ll be here about noon why don’t you ask her?” Grant slapped my ass and said, “You bitch you could have said something before.”

“Why, you wouldn’t have held off and waited.” I replied.

“No I wouldn’t have” he said “But I hate it when you hold out on me.”

Grabbing my dick I said, “Now when to I hold out on you Grant?”

We both laughed and grabbing my balls he said, “Well not when it really matters.”

So about noon Karen arrived. She and I were in the kitchen when Grant came in and said, “So what kind of plans did you two have for the afternoon?” Karen took a drink of water and answered, “Well Grant I was hoping to get a big heaping helping of hot sweaty sex, would you be able to give Steve a hand dishing that out?”

Unbeknownst to Grant I had texted Karen that if she was up for it Grant would be more than happy to join me in fucking her brains out. Which, no surprise, she was all for.

Grant looked a little shocked that it was that easy but composed himself quickly enough to take Karen by the hand saying, “So that’s settled, let’s get to a bed and get to it.”

We all got out of our clothes and seeing Grant and me already getting hard Karen said, “Damn you boys make for quite a pair.”

As Karen took his semi hard dick in her hand Grant bent down and kissing her tits replied, “You’re quite a pair yourself Karen.”

With Grant’s dick still in her hand Karen patted him on the head and said, “You smooth talker, now let me take a crack at this baby first, I’d like to get acquainted with my new toy.”

She then sat down on the bed and after kissing the head of Grant’s dick took the knob into her mouth. With Grant gently stroking her hair Karen got going, easing an inch at a time further up the shaft of his now hard cock.

I got on the bed and sat down behind Karen. Kissing her neck I put my arms around her cupping a bountiful tit in my left hand and fingering her pussy with my right. That got Karen going and she was some squirming against my body and before too long was working seven inches of Grant’s cock between her lips.

We were all enjoying ourselves when Karen pulled back releasing Grant’s dick from her talented mouth and Koşuyolu Escort Bayan said, “I’ll take all of this in a second but don’t you dare cum. He’s got my pussy good and wet and since I’ve got this baby good and hard there’s no sense waiting to get fucked by this big stiff dick.”

Grant looked down and smiled, “If that’s your plan, you go right ahead because I’m on board with you.”

Karen smacked Grant on the ass and said, “Hard and smart, very good.” She then went back to sucking his cock.

Moments later, true to her word Karen locked on and after quickly taking the first nine inches down she moved to swallow the last quarter inch of Grant’s cock. She reached around and squeezed Grant’s ass as she slowly pulled back and let his cock slip from her lips and said, “OK big boy, it’s time to hit this bitch in the sweet spot.”

I rolled out from behind Karen and got a condom which I rolled onto Grant’s dick. Karen bounced to the center of the bed on her back and rubbing her pussy said, “Now that’s what I like, some teamwork from my boys. It speeds up the action if I’m not the only one handling the meat.”

Grant said, “Well we’ve got some experience doing this you know.”

“So you’ve shared your girls before?” replied Karen.

I decided this would be as good a time as any to let her know he meant more than that, “Well we don’t always need a girl around to be part of the action.”

I don’t think Karen got that at first but as I was holding Grant’s stiff cock in my hand she then blurted out, “BULLSHIT!!”

Karen gave me a look of disbelief so I said, “Yeah, Grant and I swing both ways. Sometimes two horny guys can’t stand to wait to have a woman to take care of them so you gotta get some action.”

Grant laid down next to Karen and rubbing her sides said, “That’s right Karen, Steve and I have been together a long time

Karen was lying there with a stunned look on her face and said, “You know what would be really wild would be the two of you giving to each other, I’d love to watch a pair of big boys butt fucking.”

Grant rubbed Karen’s pussy and said, “We did that this morning before you got here girl, if we had known we could have waited.”

“FUCK you two are full of surprises.” She said, “Now I’m in a real conundrum. I want to see some big boy butt fucking but I’m a selfish greedy bitch with two big stiff cocks here for my pleasure and I don’t want to pass up my chance to keep them both aimed at me.”

She paused and then said, “Will you boys promise to put on a man fuck show for me next time?”

As I kissed Karen, Grant reached over to squeeze her tits and responded, “Oh I think that’s a promise we can keep Karen. Now let’s get back to putting some dick in you where it counts.”

And with that Grant got between Karen’s legs and taking his cock in his hand aimed it at her wet pussy. As Grant slipped the big head of his dick into her pussy Karen gave out the little ‘squeak’ like always followed by a ‘sigh’ as he made that first push in.

I moved to Karen’s side and began sucking on her fat tits as Grant took his time working his cock in and out of her sweet snatch. Karen had her eyes closed and was just getting off on the double team. By the time Grant was pounding all nine inches into her Karen had reached out with her left hand and was stroking my already stiff dick and said softly in my ear, “Oh Steve you be ready to jump on and give me this puppy as soon as he’s done. Fuck I’m so hot, this is great.”

Well with Karen getting off Grant finally Escort Koşuyolu was ready so he put his arms around her thighs and lifted her big butt off the bed pushed in all the way and came with a series of grunts. He was a little out of breath and set Karen’s legs down and sort of rolled onto his back.

Karen patted me on the head and said, “Next shooter.”

Circling around after rolling a condom on I took up right where Grant left off. Karen was wet and hot and it only took a few strokes before I was giving her the full length of my dick. And that was exactly what Karen needed to be satisfied and get off.

I was continuing to fuck Karen at a leisurely pace when Grant recovered and after kissing Karen came around behind me to hug me and push with my thrusts into Karen. I thought it might be too much weight pounding onto her but she got off on it moaning, “Oh yeah that’s it, both of you sticking it to me, plant my ass deep.”

I didn’t last long after we started that and held my cock deep in Karen. Grant sensing I was ready hugged me around the chest and pushed down on top of me and we plastered Karen into the bed as I came. She had a red face to go with her wet pussy but damn she was happy.

Grant and I laid on top of Karen for a minute or two, she was in no rush to move. I was kissing her and Grant was feeling us both up. Karen said she needed a shower and I offered to show her the way. Grant said he would go make some margaritas, partly because he wanted a drink and because he knew what I was thinking and there was no way the three of us would fit in the shower.

So Karen and I showered and played with each other under the warm water. We then dried off and returned to the bedroom where Grant had the margaritas waiting.

After a leisurely drink Karen sat down on the edge of the bed and directed Grant in front of her on his knees. As he went down on her Karen motioned me to stand up on the bed in front of her and she went down on me. I had to keep a hand on Karen’s shoulder to keep my balance as I stood on the edge of the bed with her head bobbing back and forth sucking my dick. I didn’t want to fall and miss the blowjob or fall onto Grant.

I could feel Karen below me getting off on Grant’s muff diving and she was working all of my cock between her lips. My knees were getting a little weak with pleasure when she released my dick from her mouth, laid back and said, “Oh Steve your boy Grant has gotten me off and I need to get it again.”

I felt Grant move behind me and looked down to see him rub Karen’s thighs before he said, “Yeah she’s ready Steve climb on and give it to her.”

As Karen wriggled on her back to the center of the bed Grant grabbed a condom and put it on me. I quickly slid between Karen’s widely spread thighs and poked the head of my dick into her wet snatch. I was quickly pumping my dick into Karen’s pussy and she had on a happy face.

Grant moved to the side of the bed and Karen reached out to help him get hard, she does love to plan ahead. I eased Karen’s legs up over my shoulders which gave me a different angle to slam my cock into her harder as my balls slapped against her ass. I couldn’t hold out long doing that and I hugged Karen’s thighs as I came.

Grant came around after putting on a condom and took the same position with Karen’s thighs over his shoulders and pounded her pussy until he came.

After that Karen laid between us and we fooled around, Grant and I both fingering Karen’s pussy until we could get it up again. Then we went another round, this time Karen on her hands and knees going down on me while Grant fucked her from behind and then I took his place.

By the time that round was done Grant had to go and I think Karen was finally satisfied. We took a nap and agreed there was more fun to be had and not only with Grant.

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The familiar ring of the bell awakened me from my zombie like state. Finally math class was over, I could barley stand another minute of lecture about new formulas, dividing fractions, trigonometry, blah, blah, blah. But now came the next part of the regularly boring day, English.
I made my way up the crowded hallway and into Mrs.Holloway’s class and took my normal seat, the one in the back corner. I sat down and watched as everyone else entered the room, I was really just waiting for “HER.” I waited and waited and waited some more, the classroom was practically filled now and my hopes of seeing “HER” were gashed. Mrs.Holloway walked to the door and began closing it, “Just my rotten luck,” I thought. Suddenly a lone voice rang out in the empty halls, “Wait Mrs!”
My glanced up quickly, just in time to see “HER,” Meagan, run in through the door with her gracious tits jumping up and down.
“Sorry Mrs, I had to finish writing my biology exam,” she said, clearly out of breath.
“I’ll let it slide for now,” Mrs Holloway began, “But try not to let it happen again.”
Meagan was about 5’10” and a year older then me. Her hair was a naturally dirty blond color but she had it died brown. Her eyes were a deep hazel color, accentuated further Kocamustafapaşa Escort by her golden brown shirt which plunged down into a deep U-shaped neckline, caressing her beautifully shaped breasts, about the size of water balloons. She took her seat at the front, her tight jeans clinging to her body, Mrs.Holloway began speaking.
“Today I am going to divide you into groups of 3, each group will have to write a summary on Romeo and Juliet which will have to be passed in before the end of class. Each group will be put into a separate class. Now if their are no questions, listen for your groups.”
I listened intently as she read the names… and I was rewarded with my patience.
“Group 4: Martin, Eric and Meagan.”
I scanned the room twice but could not find Martin anywhere. My luck had increased 10 fold.

***
Meagan and I entered one of the empty classrooms down the hall, followed by Mrs.Holloway
“Since Martin isn’t here today, you two will have to continue without him,” she said before turning and leaving the room.
“Well I guess we get started,” Meagan said, tossing Escort Kocamustafapaşa her bag on the the floor.
“I guess so,” I answered, removing my own book bag. As I began lowering my bag to the floor I turned back to Meagan. Now was my chance.
“Do you have a pencil I can borrow, I kinda lost mine.”
“Sure,” she answered.
Meagan bent right over in front of me, digging her way through the book bag. Her tight jeans straining to keep a hold on her mound of ass. I prayed that this moment would last. Sadly she found the pencil with ease and stood back up.
“Here it is,” she said handing it to me.
My mind instantly calculated step two. I pretended to grab it, so when she let go it barely bounced off my finger tips and fell to the floor.
“Oops! Clumsy me,” she said bending over again.
This allowed me to see down the abyss of her shirt and glimpse or succulent breasts with those perky nipples, but once again this barely lasted a second or two. She handed me the pencil and turned back to the table. And once again she bent over to show the world mother natures masterpiece.
“So where should we start?”
I couldn’t take it anymore, Kocamustafapaşa Escort Bayan and that’s when I spoke those dangerous words.
“I know exactly where to start.”
I walked over to that ass and rubbed my rock hard cock over its surface while beginning to peel off those jeans.
“What the hell do you think your doing!?,” she screamed.
I managed to pull her jeans just far enough to expose her smooth contours. I leaned all my wait on her to try and stop her from trying to break free, and with my free hand, covered her mouth, trying to muffle her screams. I pushed my cock deep into her tight ass as far as it go and began to work it in and out. I myself was on the verge of screaming, due to the tight pressure that surrounded my shaft. I started to work faster, Meagan’s screams of pain and fear were now mixed with moans of enjoyment. I groaned once more and knew I would be at my climax within a few moments and could feel it building inside me. I groaned again.
“Eric Hess!”
I opened my eyes to find Mrs. Holloway staring at me sharply from the front of class along with all the other students, including Meagan.
“What in the world do you think your doing?”
Everyone in class began laughing as I stared down at my now cum soaked pants. I blushed feeling ashamed, realizing that all was a daydream. With the class now in an uproar I began to leave to call him. And as I left, there was Meagan, giggling silently to herself knowing that I couldn’t take my eyes off that monster mound of ass.

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They caught my attention about half a block away, walking toward me as I waited at the bus stop. Young, very white, casually dressed with backpacks, obviously European tourists exploring Miami Beach on the cheap. They arrived at the bus stop and inquired which bus to take to North Beach where they were to get a room at a relatively cheap hotel.

My guess was right, Jean and Michelle were college students from France, touring as so many young Europeans do, staying at cheap hotels or hostels. Shades of my youth, as I am of the “Hippie” generation that traveled such a casual route when I was their age.

Both were wearing faded, cut-off jeans and sandals, the same as myself, giving us the appearance of a family of free spirits spanning the generations. Jean was shirtless, his white hairless chest showing the pink beginnings of too much sun. Michelle was wearing a short tank-top, exposing her slim, flat abdomen and the small ring hanging on the edge of her navel. The tank-top also revealed Michelle’s curly fine underarm hair as she raised her arm to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Both were exuding a discernible underarm odor, even out here in the ocean breeze. It was a fragrant reminder that some young people were still into the natural realities of our bodies instead of the sterile, odorless or perfumed American values.

As we talked at the bus stop and during the bus trip to North Beach, I really enjoyed connecting with images of my own youth, backpacking around the country, crashing with strangers who became brothers and sisters in our extended family. I suggested to Jean and Michelle that they could sleep on the floor at my place and save the expense of a hotel. By now, they had sized me up as a kindred spirit and were grateful for the offer.

My apartment is small, a one room efficiency with a mattress on the floor. But, by the standards of crash pads of my youth, the three of us wouldn’t even be crowded. Jean and Michelle seemed to really feel at home as they threw down their packs and unrolled their sleeping bags. I immediately got rid of my shirt upon entering the apartment. Michelle, seeing that both Jean and I were comfortably shirtless, removed her tank-top as well. It was such a natural, unselfconscious movement that I hardly noticed, although I detected that they were studying me for any reaction. I suppose they’ve been exposed to the puritanical values of most Americans.

My decor should have sent the message that I am not of the puritanical mindset. Being a nudist and a photographer, my walls are filled with nude studies, some of them quite erotic in style. It was a very pleasant afternoon as we went to the supermarket, came back and fixed supper, all the while relating our various travel tales of Europe, Asia and America. By early evening we were all comfortably nude, looking at nude and erotic art books from my library and finishing off the wine from dinner.

Jean and Michelle were discussing a photo in Mapplethorpe’s Black Book, and as I leaned over their backs to see, I noticed an increase in the underarm odors, especially near Jean. I also noticed his penis was slightly turgid, the glans just showing at the tip of his foreskin. What to do now? Kirazlıtepe Escort My young guests were obviously getting amorous, but what should an older third wheel do? I didn’t particularly care to go wander the streets while they consummated their lust. Perhaps they could make out under a blanket while I amused myself across the room. Perhaps Jean’s erection would just subside and we could continue with our small talk.

I glanced back at Jean’s penis. It was still hard, the head was now half protruding from the foreskin. By now, of course, my own penis was betraying my feelings and as Michelle turned her head to say something she noticed it. Surprisingly, she showed no surprise and didn’t react in any way, just returned her attention to the photo as she and Jean had a brief conversation in French. Jean then asked me if it would be alright for them to make love in my apartment.

Were they asking for themselves or was this an invite? Maybe they were so uninhibited that they wouldn’t mind if I watched. I offered to take a book and some cushions and stay in the bathroom if they wanted a moment of privacy, but Michelle said they couldn’t impose on me. Besides, she said that she and Jean have had third persons share their love before, either a man or a woman, since they both could make love to either.

Where to begin? I’ve been in group sex before and know that eventually in the height of ecstasy two people inevitably pair. I said I would love to share in their lovemaking, and offered to give each of them a full body massage before having sex. Massaging sex partners is one of my joys, as it affords me a complete exploration of their body, while they are receiving pleasurable sensations from my hands.

I got a small bowl of heated oil and placed it by the mattress. A couple of candles and a Sade disc in the stereo set the mood as Michelle lay face down on the mattress. Jean sat at her head as I straddled her legs and began working the muscles of her back. Jean continued the strokes to her back as I moved to her feet and legs. She had cute feet, little round orbs of toes aligned in a curve along the edge of her foot. I rolled each little berry of a toe between thumb and forefinger and was sorely tempted to squeeze them with my lips and tongue.

With long effleurage strokes up her legs, my hands would glide over her butt and back down the hip. Each time the inner hand would slide ever more into the cleavage of her butt and I could clearly see the wrinkled sphincters of her anus and smell the aroma of her ani glands wafting up on the warm air.

When she turned over, I continued the long strokes on her upper leg, while Jean stroked her breasts and nipples. As my hand on the inner thigh slid up over her pelvis, it would brush the hairs in the crease between her leg and labia. After this teasing touch of both inner thighs, I spread her labia with both thumbs and bent over to massage her clit with my tongue. Mixed with the cumin fragrance of her labia was the slightest whiff of smegma from her clit as I pushed the hood back with my tongue.

I lifted her legs up and pushed them back, exposing her entire underside. I ran my nose down Escort Kirazlıtepe the edges of her labia, savoring the apocrine smell. I sniffed around the edges of her anus where the ani glands had made an even more exciting fragrance. By now my mouth was out of control as I sucked the edges of her outer labia and licked inside her. I lost it for a moment, quit thinking about hygiene or anything. I was intoxicated by the natural fragrance of her pubic area and stuck my nose into her vagina and started licking the raspberry surface of her anus, only for a moment before I slid my mouth back up to her clit.

She was very wet and slick as I pushed my two middle fingers into her with my palm up and hooked my fingers upward. Gently massaging inside her as I sucked her clit in and out of my lips, she started to move her hips, then writhed more rhythmically as she softly moaned. The tempo increased with my fingers going in and out of her until she clamped her thighs tightly to my head as her vaginal muscles clamped on the sides of my fingers. Her tension loosened and she lay still on the bed as Jean softly caressed her breasts. I slid my fingers out of her, ending a thoroughly relaxing massage.

As Michelle relaxed on the side of the mattress, I started with Jean’s massage. He was not an overly built young man, but had firm muscles that I could knead with some pressure. Massaging his legs and butt was so different to the touch than Michelle. Although they were close in size, his body was so much firmer. I could feel the resilience as I pushed against his tight round ass. When he rolled over onto his back, his erection was sticking strait up. The foreskin, showing protruding bluish veins was straining at the edge of the swollen head. Like myself, he was dripping viscous fluid from the continuous erections we had while we massaged Michelle. There were little wet spots and streaks all over the sheet from our combined leakage.

I massaged the top of his legs around his hard cock, sometimes “inadvertently” letting my arm brush against it just to watch it strain even harder. Finally, just looking at his fine hard member was too much for me to take. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave a gentle squeeze. It withstood my grip as if it were made of wood. I slid the skin back, exposing the soft swollen head and ran my nose behind it along the shaft, savoring the faint fragrance of smegma. Moving my nose further into his crotch I could smell the cumin fragrance of his scrotum as I put my mouth over it and sucked in one ball. Sliding my hand up and down the loose skin on the shaft of his penis, several beads of viscous pre-cum rolled across my knuckles. I wiped it back onto his penis, making it slick and shiny.

I straddled his legs and my balls were laying on top of his. Our cocks were touching, side by side as we faced each other. My hands were on his pecs, squeezing the firm rounded muscle while my thumbs darted across his stiffened nipples. I leaned forward, pressing his and my penis between our abs, our own viscous fluid spreading the surface with a slick lube. I pushed forward, our penises being rubbed between us as we started a rhythmic thrusting Kirazlıtepe Escort Bayan that became a fluid sliding as our sweat and pre-cum soaked us. His underarm fragrance was wafting up in the heat as we held hands with our outstretched arms. I lowered my head into his armpit to drown my senses in his fragrance. Impulsively I started licking the fine wet hairs in his pit, savoring the taste of salt on my tongue and lips.

The tempo of our thrusting increased as we slid up and down in the beads of sweat that rolled off us, until the moment that our bodies tensed and we gripped each other’s hand tightly and filled the space between us with cum. Exhausted, Jean and I lay there together as our retreating cocks ebbed along our slimy abs. Michelle, who had been watching from the side stroked Jean’s sweaty hair then ran her other hand gently down my back as the three of us lay there serene and quiet and satiated.

I reached up for some tissue and wiped the cooling cum from Jean’s and my abs. I got up to go piss while Michelle slid close to Jean and they were embraced on my twin sized bed. When I returned they were sleeping, so after admiring their beautiful, naked young bodies for a moment, I covered them with a sheet. Doubling both their sleeping bags and putting it next to my mattress, I wrapped myself in a sheet and soon nodded off beside my two young lovers.

I awakened in the morning light and saw my still sleeping young lovers lying side-by-side on the mattress. Jean was on his back with his morning wood tenting the sheet. My own turgid cock got a little stiffer thinking about it. Michelle awoke and reached over with a familiarity and grabbed his erection, gently sliding the skin back. She threw back the sheet exposing their beautiful young bodies as Jean opened his eyes groggily while Michelle stroked his very stiff cock. They both looked at me, watching them.

Then, as if it was no more than sharing a meal in front of someone else, they started making out, kissing passionately, stroking the others’ body, squeezing nipples, fingering her pussy while she stroked his cock. Soon Michelle straddled Jean and slid herself over his cock, holding for just a moment before lifting up and down in rhythmic fluid motion. Jean thrust upward to meet each of her downstrokes and this went on for several minutes as I held my straining cock, occasionally stroking it. Michelle looked over and smiled.

Jean lifted up and turned Michelle over where he was on top of her sliding in and out of her with some force. Michelle pulled her legs back so far her knees were touching her shoulders as Jean rammed his cock in and out of her with increasing tempo. By this time I was stroking my own cock to the same tempo as Jean’s thrusts.

I could hear the young lovers breathing increase until they became actual sounds of building ecstasy from Michelle and grunts from Jean. The heavy breathing of my own building orgasm was lost in their increasing moans until both Jean & Michelle let out a scream of climax at the same time I shot cum all over the sheets, some landing on the two lovers but went unnoticed at the time. As they lay there recovering, I quietly got up to go piss, then went to the kitchen and started the coffee.

My two young lovers joined me shortly for coffee and pastries, then started packing up to hit the road again. I walked them to the door and gave each a hug and kiss goodbye. They thanked me for my hospitality and I thanked them for the wonderful evening and morning of intimacy and memories.

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Mindy finished in bathroom, yelled that she would be right back and was out the door. I’m supposed to be pretending I’m asleep.

Yeah, at this point in time it doesn’t make sense to me either.

Mindy and I are in Las Vegas. We are co-workers, and have been for more than a decade. Working in different departments we have had little contact in that time. I was very aware of Mindy and her sexy body. She knew me, but was never more than polite until just over a week ago.

It was then that Mindy came to visit me in my office with a problem. She needed $30,000 to repay money she had borrowed, without asking, from her church building fund. Her boyfriend, and co-homeowner, is the church treasurer and knows nothing about the “borrowing”. He also doesn’t know that Mindy gambled the money away in the Colorado casinos. I had recently come into enough money that I was quitting the company. I agreed to give her the 30 grand, if she would be my sex slave for the weekend. She was less than thrilled (pissed actually), but very desperate to keep her relationship and freedom. Desperation won out, and here we are.

Today is Saturday, late morning. Mindy was to have found a creative way to wake me up this AM, but she forgot. So, I just spent the last 20 minutes using my hand and a ping pong paddle to make sure her ass, and the rest of her, would not forget again. Towards the end of her spanking she convinced me to stop beating her very shapely ass; by saying she would find a creative way to wake me up, like she should have. My hard-on overruled me, and here I lay.

I’m not tired, as I had slept for 10 hours. I had already been up to pee. I am hungry. I am bored. My hard-on had dropped to Def Con 2, as the minutes have dragged by. Fantasizing about what is to come isn’t working.

You see, Mindy is 37 (10 years younger than I am), but could pass for 27. She has round, c-cup breasts, on a medium frame. Mindy’s tits have the most delicious looking erasure nipples this side of the Playboy mansion. In heels, her long, tanned, and gym-enhanced legs look to on forever, and her high, heart-shaped ass, causes men to get slapped back to eyes-forward whenever she walks by.

In the past 18 hours I have tapped that three times, including cuming in her ass twice, spanking her once, making out with her half naked in the elevator, using a vibrating egg to get her off in the restaurant downstairs, and made her run naked to our room. I’m pretty much living the fantasy.

I hear door open and think “Finally” and so does Bruno. He is instantly trying to peek up to see what she is up to. Mindy walks over, kisses me lightly on the cheek, and says

“Just a few more minutes, stud. I need to get ready.”

“Shit!” I think. I’m tired of waiting. My cock is suggesting that I just grab her, bend her over the bed, and fuck her as I knead her firm breasts. But, after three orgasms in 2/3 of a day, his appetite is more under control. So I just reply, with eyes closed and feinting sleep;

“This better be good. I am dying to bring out the riding crop.”

“It will be.” she says with a slight quiver, betraying the apprehension she has about her plan.

I hear her walk away, close the bathroom door, and then the shower comes on.

“Oh, hell no”. I’m thinking. “A few more minutes, my ass.”

I’m starting to work up a little anger, when an idea occurs to me. I should be videoing some of this action. I don’t why I didn’t think of this before. It’s all happened so fast. Plus as I have been violating every orifice of her body as fast as I could get it up; there hasn’t been a lot of blood in my brain.

But, now with a few clear minutes it hit me. After this is all said and done, Mindy and I are back on even terms. In theory she could try to make some sort of issue of what we are doing, later on. I mean I could too, but you never know who might have more to lose by then. Not to mention I am sure I would love to relive some of this fantasy when we get back home.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone and iPod. Yes, I still have an iPod. I like it, and it has video capabilities. I figure I will get a couple of angles and zoom levels. It takes me about ten minutes to get everything set up. I finish about the time the shower stops. I was married for twenty five years, so I know that she isn’t done. But, I am surprised that it is only about five more minutes before I hear the door open, and Mindy walks out.

I had already gotten back into bed, with the covers to my waist. I’m facing out, eyes closed, on the side that faces the bathroom. My senses were on high alert, and so was my dick. We both had no idea what to expect, but we both had high hopes. I could feel Mindy put her weight onto the bed, in two spots. I assumed she was about to lean over me. That was confirmed when something lightly touched the top of my cheek, and left something behind. I was about to open my eyes, when Mindy whispered.

“Shhhhhh. Keep you eyes closed, baby. I have your breakfast ready. Just roll onto your back. Shhhhhhh”

I did as I was told, and I felt her slowly move the covers off my body, turning my tent into just a tent pole. She climbed on top, straddled me, Escort Kıraç and I felt her stop just short of my very hard cock, and then shift her weight forward.

“Open your eyes.” She said softly.

I did and there to greet me were Mindy’s beautiful, bare, breasts. The left one was dangling just an inch from my mouth, and both nipples were hidden by a dollop of whipped cream.

“Are you hungry, stud?” she asked in a sexy voice she had not used with me before.

I was and I licked the closest tit, while both of my hands rose to grab one each. I was careful not to disturb breakfast with my hands. I wanted all of that creamy goodness in my mouth. I licked again, and then rose up to engulf her hard, erect nipple into my mouth. The sweetness of the whipped cream, and the hardness of the nipple mixed together to produce a response that I almost could not control. Instead of the near reflexive biting down, I just lightly caressed it with my teeth. I felt her shiver slightly, and then I pulled back.

She guessed, correctly, that I wanted the other breast’s treat, and I went at this one with more gusto. I licked her nipple, hard, like a child with his ice cream. I took most of my own cream treat with the first swipe. I continued licking, this time around the edges, still catching her erect nub with my tongue. Both hands were now busy squeezing and kneading each breast, feeling their fullness and weight. With the whip cream gone from the second, I went back to the first to insure I had missed nothing, and enveloped that nipple again. Mindy moaned, just slightly under her breath.

“I’m still hungry” I said

Motioning to the bedside table, she said “There is plenty more. Do you want to me to do the honors?”

I didn’t answer her, as I leaned over to get the bowl of whipped cream. When I was back into position, she leaned closer allowing her firm melons to dangle closer to me. Rather than use the spoon, I decided to let gravity take care of it, and I dipped each nipple into the bowl and set it to the side.

This time I took as much breast, nipple and whip cream into my mouth as I could and sucked deeply. I drank in the sweet cream and felt the half inch nub glide over my tongue and lips as I swallowed. Then I greedily attacked it again, this time with the intent of suckling like a pig, while mauling her melon with my hand. Finishing, I turned to her other breast and with two aggressive licks I had most of the cream vanquished leaving the nipple bare for my next assault. Again I could not resist a long pull on Mindy’s ripe breast. Sucking on them, while also alternating between gentle squeezes and rigorous massages sent waves of pleasure that culminated in a cry for release from my groin.

But, as delicious as Mindy’s breast had been, I wanted to taste her lips and tongue. These did not need the flavor of whipped cream. Mindy’s may not have done a great job giving head, but I had found out that she could kiss. I intertwined one hand in her hair and pulled her down to meet me. She opened her mouth willingly and our tongues began to dance and play. My hands, unable to enjoy Mindy’s breasts in this position, caressed her back, hips, and one found her well reddened, and slightly swollen, backside and gave it a squeeze.

Mindy winced from the jab of pain, but did not break our embrace. My hands continued their travels all over her body, occasionally stopping to feel the heat of her ass and to give her butt cheeks a gentle massage. I really loved Mindy’s ass.

I reached down to try to guide Mindy onto my cock, but she broke our clench, leaned back to an upright position and asked with a pronounced pouty voice.

“Aren’t you still hungry? I made sure to get you a clean plate to eat from.”

I followed her eyes down to her now hairless pussy. That shower had not been a waste of time. As horny as I was, the thought of eating Mindy’s pussy full of whipped cream was irresistible. I reached for the bowl, as Mindy rolled over on to her back and spread her legs for me to take in the sight. And what a sight it was. The lips of her labia were swollen in anticipation and glistened with her own juices. The baldness of her pussy uncovered and enhanced her evident desire. It seemed to cry out, ‘My defenses are gone. Take me’. I moved over in between her legs and reached in with my head. I gave her clit a flick with my tongue. She jumped, and then moaned out.

“Eat me. Please eat my pussy. Do it now, please”

I dipped the spoon into the creamy fluff and came away with a nice measure. I hovered over my target and let gravity be my spatula. The cream oozed off and then landed with a silent plop right at the top of her pussy. I waited for just a second, as it started to slide, down and then used two fingers to smear it around her blood engorged pussy.

Then I began my tongue maneuvers between Mindy’s legs. I worked my tongue outside in, going around and around her opening. As my tongue filled with cream, I swallowed it and savored the combined sweetness of the whipped cream and the honey of Mindy’s own juice.

Mindy moaned in pleasure, and squirmed with anticipation.

“What do you want me to do?” Kıraç Escort Bayan I teased.

“God! Keep going! Eat my pussy! Lick up that cream!”

With the outside devoid of white, I made one pass starting just above her little rosebud, and licked right up the middle, ending with another flick of her clit. There was a long moan following that flick. I worked around the top of her pussy, avoiding the little pea, and driving her crazy with anticipatory pleasure. Then I licked each side of her lips, slowly, with just a bit more than the tip of my tongue cleaning all of the whipped cream away.

With this accomplished I began my probe on the inside of her pussy, pushing my tongue in as far as it would go. I began down at the bottom of her opening, and moving it in and out, trying to both gain depth and spread her apart with my mouth muscle. I slowly worked my way up to the top and began a direct assault on her pussy nub with my tongue.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she began to cry.

I did not stop, licking her clit directly, for just a moment and then focusing on the areas all around her little pea. Every few seconds, I would add a lick or a flick to her clit. Each time I was rewarded with an involuntary twitch or a moan. I went about bringing her anxiety level up and up, adding a little more attention to her nub, with each cycle. But it was when I put my clenched teeth on it and started to hum that pushed her over the edge and she cried out

Oh Jeez! Oh! Oh! I’m…….I’m cumming!

With that she clenched her legs around my head, and I got an idea of how she must have felt when I held my cock down her throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t panicky. I was impressed by the duration of this orgasm. She released my head, and I crawled up between her legs, stopping to lick a stray wisp of cream from her glistening stomach and getting side tracked long enough for a little nipple play. Then I was lying on top of her, face to face.

“I’m full. But, you look hungry to me.” I said.

She grinned, and as I rolled off her, she rolled off the bed, grabbed the bowl, and moved to the bottom of the bed to approach my very erect rod from that angle. Mindy decided to take an aggressive approach. She swooped her hand into the whipped cream, and grabbed my cock with that hand, in one motion. The white sweetness went everywhere, including my balls. She moved her sticky hand down around to cup them for a fast second and then began her own oral assault.

With a light grip established she leaned and took me into her mouth to just past the head. She wrapped the underside of my organ with her tongue, and then slid slowly down, like Bruno was a cherry popsicle. She kept going down until I touched the back of her throat. I felt her swallow the accumulated whipped cream. Then she began to lick the underside of my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure each time her warm touch caressed my member. She withdrew completely and turned her attention to my balls, where she tried to clean up all of the white mess that she had made. I squirmed with arousal, wanting her to take me back into her mouth. I waited only a few seconds longer before directing her back to my cock, where she took me at once.

Once I was inside her mouth, Mindy began to slide my cock in and out while maintaining both suction and her tongue on the underside of it. The up and down motion combined with Mindy’s tongue sliding up and down the underside of me, felt incredible. I was starting to lightly thrust, and had Mindy’s hair in one hand. My other was fondling one of Mindy’s hanging breasts, alternating between kneading her melon, and rolling her erect little erasure. I was beginning to lose it.

Mindy felt me start to tense, and grabbed the base of my cock. She squeezed firmly, but it did not hurt. She then straddled my cock and I felt the warm, silky wetness of her pussy, as I easily slid inside her. She waited only a moment to savor the fullness before she started to gyrate up and down. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down. Their momentum was arrested at the bottom of each bounce, causing a slight shutter before she ascended again. I could only endure that sight for a few strokes before both her breasts were in my hands, being manhandled and fondled.

I pulled her into me so I could enjoy sucking her nipples while she bobbed endlessly on my rod. My now free hands worked their way up and down her back, finding her ass. I slid my hands all the way down to cup the cheeks of Mindy’s fine bottom. After squeezing them for a few moments, I grabbed hold and arrested her up and down motion, while I was mostly out of her pussy. I then began thrusts of my own, rising to ram into her suspended cunt, all the while squeezing that fine ass cheeks.

Taking control had thrown the switch, triggering the start of my orgasm, but I caught it time. I still had one more hole to fill. I released Mindy’s ass, worked my hands up, to her head and pulled her in tight for a long kiss. As I released her, I whispered.

“Put me in you ass.”

She hesitated for just a beat and then found herself and replied

“OK, stud.”

“Tell me you want in your ass” I said in a louder Kıraç Escort voice.

“I want you in my ass” she repeated, not quite as enthusiastic as I wanted. I knew that her butt was sore from both the spanking and the earlier reaming. I decided to add a little incentive.

“You want me to add stripes to your sexy bottom, instead” I whispered.

“No!” she said just a little too quickly. She recovered herself and then said, in her best sexy whisper, emphasizing the word “fuck” each time

“No, stud. I want you to fuck my tight ass. Fill me up. Fuck my ass!”

“Much better” I thought as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and began to line it up for a rectal plunge. I felt her tighten and wince slightly as my cock touched her little starfish. Then she slowly applied pressure until I began to breech her tight opening.

She drew in a gasp as I made it past her outer ring. Not being patient, I began to apply pressure to her hips trying to force her down faster. She resisted

“Ow! Ow! “Let me relax first!” she replied.

Not liking her having this much control I pulled out and told her to beg me to fuck her ass from behind.

“Do me from behind! Fuck my ass! Please fuck me ass!” she moaned.

She really did not want that riding crop to flay her already tender bottom, wide open.

She got off of me, got on her hands and knees, and dropped her face to the bed, sticking her red and inviting ass in the air. The she added, while starting to slowly rub her clit.

“Do me! Do my tight little ass!”

Impressed, I lingered just long enough to grab the KY jelly from the night stand, and applied a liberal amount to my shaft, and added a little to her awaiting orifice. Having just penetrated her ass, I did not hesitate once my cocked touched her opening and I was able to get past the outer muscle with little trouble. Feeling the now familiar tightness of Mindy’s ass squeezing my shaft, I slowly, but persistently, pushed in. I felt the tightness that was at the head of my organ, envelope it, as I drove all the way to the bottom of Mindy’s ass.

I lingered for a couple of moments to take in the sight. My cock was buried as far as it would go in Mindy’s bung hole. I could see her, eyes closed and mouth part way open. Mindy was looking to the right side with an expression half way between pleasure and pain, on her angelic face. Her weight rested on her left side, as her right arm disappeared beneath her body. The flexing of the muscles in that arm and shoulder told me she was working her pussy as hard as she could, not waiting for me.

“Talk to me” I said

“Ooooh, that feels good. Hurry! Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Make me cum!”

I began to slowly pump her in and out. I felt her pick up the pace of her own manipulations, striving to both bring about pleasure and forget that her ass was now being stretched well out shape.

“Do you like having a dick in your ass?” I asked in an authoritarian voice.

“Yes. Ohhhhh Yes. It feels so goooooood. Faster! Make me feel it!”

That was no problem and I picked up the base, giving an extra thrust as I bottomed out. Each time I hit home, I felt my balls bounce off her fingers, and I felt the rapid rhythm she had developed. She was finger fucking her pussy, much faster than I was doing her ass. This was bringing her to fruition much faster that I was and I felt her ass tighten around my cock, and all but stop me in place.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried out “I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

I fought through her muscle contractions with a few thrusts and then felt her release me, as her orgasm waned. Mindy’s ass still held me tightly, but I was now free to pump mercilessly. So released, I began to pound her ass just as hard as I could, using her hips as my fulcrum to leverage myself deep into her anal canal. I felt the beginning of my climax, and after being denied twice already, there was no stopping me now.

Mindy sensed what was coming and was now merely trying to survive the pounding her ass was receiving. She relaxed as best she could, and I could see the pained looked on her face and hear the soft grunt each time I bottomed out.

“Awwwwwww Shit!” I exclaimed as my balls tightened. With the beginning of my first rope, I pulled her hips deep into me and met them with a powerful final thrust. I held her ass against me as I felt one, two, and three ejaculations fill her ass. I continued with tiny thrusts trying to find another fraction of an inch of Mindy’s incredibly tight ass. But, there was a limit to her depths and I had found it. A few grunts and small gasps escaped Mindy as she held tightly to the blankets with two clenched fists, and buried her face in the mattress.

For what seemed like a full minute I held both hips tight against me as my wave of pleasure flooded over me and then passed. Then with an exhale, I slowly pulled back and watched as I inched back out of her back door. When my softening member came out, I reached underneath, found a breast handhold, and rolled us into a spoon position.

“Oh fuck!” I said “That was the best breakfast in bed I have ever had.

As she caught her own breathe, and likely letting the pain subside, she indulged me, gaining a few points in process by replying

“My pleasure, stud. But, I don’t think my little ass will ever be the same again.”

I just smiled as I mindlessly squeezed her breast.

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Journal Saturday, June 17, 1989 – Victoria was my queen.

I’m posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. For those of you keeping score at home this would be #8 in the series. 1-7 are posted. Cheers!

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Pat and I had made plans for this weekend but she had called earlier in the week and told me she had to do a family thing. She was living with her parents for the summer. “They’re going away next weekend, though,” she told me, “so we can spend the entire weekend together if you want.”

“Oh, I want, baby,” I told her, “call me next week and we’ll decide what to do.” I felt kind of weird dating the girl my best friend just broke up with but I didn’t think it was going to lead to anything serious.

As luck would have it Steve called shortly after Pat hung up. “Do you remember I took Brenda home last weekend?” he asked.

“That’s all you did was take her home?” I joked.

“Well after we stopped for a little back seat action,” he replied. “Anyway,” he continued, “guess who she said was in town this summer and was asking about you?”

“Stevie Nix?” I asked, intrigued.

“Not even close, moron. Who did you date for 3 years in high school?” he replied.

“Vicki Smith!” I said, “no way.”

“Yeah,” he went on, “they want to know if you and I want to go out with them Saturday.”

“That would be cool,” I replied, “tell them we can take the boat out for a midnight cruise.”

So that is why Steve and I were sitting on the boat with a gallon of Long Island tea waiting for the girls to show up. Vicki and I had dated off and on throughout most of high school. She had strawberry blond hair, a thin waist and was quite good looking. She had a nice chest which I had never so much as got to lay a finger on. The reason we ultimately broke up was I got tired of waiting for her to put out.

“So Vicki must be a pretty good lay if you dated her all through high school,” Steve said.

“That’s the sad part,” I replied, “I’m embarrassed to admit I never ever got to feel her tits.”

“No fucking way, dude.”

“Yeah,” I had to admit, “I was a huge nerd. I didn’t know stop meant go and no meant yes until college. That’s why I finally dumped her for Robin senior year. I sure hope she’s changed or this night is going to be a huge waste.”

“Brenda hasn’t changed,” he smiled, “she still loves to fuck. Tell you what. If you can’t get Vicki naked I’ll swap you and have a go at her. I always thought she was hot.”

“Who’s so hot?” Brenda asked as they surprised us.

“We were just remarking on how hot both you girls are,” I replied.

Steve helped Brenda into the boat and I helped Vicki. “How have you been?” She asked, giving me a quick kiss.

“Great,” I replied, “you look great.”

“Thanks,” she said, shyly.

She did look better than ever. I couldn’t be sure in the dusk but it appeared as if her tits were bigger than I remembered too.

“What are you guys drinking?” Brenda asked.

“Just some ice tea,” I replied, “would you girls like one.”

“Sure,” they said in unison.

I poured them 2 large tumblers. “This does have some alcohol in it,” I said, handing a glass to Vicki. As far as I knew she never drank.

“That’s cool,” she said, taking the glass. That was an encouraging sign at least.

“To hot fun in the summer time,” Steve toasted.

The girls drained their glasses so we followed suit.

“That is very good,” Vicki said, holding out her glass for a refill, “I think I can taste some alcohol.”

I didn’t tell her it was about 180 proof but instead said, “You might want to sip those,” as I handed her glass back.

“Nonsense,” she replied, “we’re not in high school any more.” She chugged that one nearly as fast and handed me the glass for a refill. “They taste like kool aid,” she said with a grin.

I looked at Steve and Brenda sitting in the back of the boat. I thought Brenda might say something to her friend. “What the heck,” Brenda smiled, “I’ve never seen her drunk before. This ought to be fun.” She drained her drink too.

“Why don’t you take care of the girl’s while I get this cruise started.”

“I’d be happy to take care of two hot babes,” he replied.

Vicki stumbled toward the back of the boat with her empty glass and Steve filled her up. The three of them sat in the back drinking while I drove. I was heading down to a sand bar area where we could beach the boat. I looked in the back and Steve was sitting between the girls, an arm around each. Brenda had a hand in his lap and was nibbling on his neck while he and Vicki were making out. I figured I’d better break it up before Steve got both the ladies naked for himself.

“Is anyone going to come up here and help me navigate?” I asked.

“I’ll help,” Vicki said, standing up and nearly falling back down. Steve grabbed her ass to steady her but she still managed to spill some of her drink down her top.

“Shit!” she slurred, “I spilled my drink. That sucks. Now my top is wet.”

It was too dark to see through her wet t shirt but fortunately Brenda came up with Kınalıada Escort a wonderful idea. “Take it off,” she suggested, “it’s warm enough tonight.”

“I don’t know,” she said, “I don’t want to be the only one topless.”

“I’ll join you,” I said, whipping my shirt off. Steve followed my lead.

“I don’t know, Brenda,” Vicki said, handing her drink to Steve, “do you think we can trust them?”

“I sure as fuck hope not!” Brenda laughed as both babes pulled off their tops. I could see what Steve saw in Brenda. She had nice, round tits, easily bigger than his ex-girlfriend Pat’s knockers. They were nice and full and a little bit flabby. They lay nicely on her chest with her long, erect nipples standing straight out, begging to be sucked. I was somewhat disappointed that she was with Steve until I turned and saw Vicki’s naked tits.

Vicki’s tits were at least a full cup size bigger. They were smaller than Jane’s beauties but not by much. Large and oblong shaped, they spilled out and down her chest, then turned back out again. Her cute little nipples pointed slightly up. I guess her nips were normal sized; on her large tits they just seemed small. Steve whistled his approval. She turned and shook them for him as she was making her way up front.

“Hey,” Brenda said, punching him on the shoulder, “you’re supposed to be looking at my boobs.”

“Yes dear,” he said, turning to her and sucking a tit.

Turning back to me, Vicki stumbled and fell into my lap. “Look at that,” she exclaimed proudly, “barely spilled a drop.” She chugged the rest of her drink.

“You really should be careful,” I said, “there is a lot of alcohol in those drinks.”

“Fuck the alcohol,” she cried out into the night, “let’s party!”

I had never heard her use the word fuck before. My only concern was if I’d get to fuck her before she passed out. Fortunately we were at our destination. I beached the boat and turned off the motor. Vicki spun around in my lap and faced me. Her tits were breathtaking, only inches from my lips.

“Would you like to suck them?” she asked, seeing where my gaze was fixated.

“Baby,” I replied, “I’ve dreamed about sucking your tits for years.”

“What are you waiting for, silly?” she asked, pulling my head to her breast, “a written invitation.”

I stuck out my tongue and started licking. Vicki shook her tits back and forth, chasing my tongue from nipple to nipple. Her tits were even better than I had imagined; they certainly were bigger than I thought. I latched onto a nipple and bit down slightly as I sucked. Vicki moaned her approval. She ground her pussy into my lap as I licked and sucked her tits. From the sounds emanating from the back of the boat Steve and Brenda were having a good time as well.

I was trying to think how to get Vicki’s shorts off when she stood up and announced, “I have to pee. Want to go for a swim with me?”

Even though the water was only waist deep I figured I’d better tag along to keep her from drowning. I had to hold her up by the tits to keep her from falling down as she pulled off her shorts and panties. From what I could see in the moonlight, she had a cute, bushy snatch. Steve had Brenda bent over the motor cover and was hard at work fucking her doggie. Vicki paused and watched for several minutes.

“That looks like fun,” she exclaimed. She leaned over and gave Steve a big, sloppy kiss telling him, “save a dance for me, will you baby.”

“No problem,” he said as I helped her over the back of the boat. We waded over to the waist deep water. I had to hold her up and soon I felt a current of warmer water swirling around my cock and balls. Vicki giggled. I didn’t mind, the river water washed it away.

When she finished she slipped away saying, “If you can catch me you can fuck me.”

Fortunately she swam toward the sand bar. She was a good swimmer but no match for me. I let her get a few strokes ahead and caught her just as she was crawling out onto the sand bar. She looked more beautiful than ever under the stark contrast light of the moon. She looked over her shoulder, wordlessly begging to be fucked. The moon turned the drops of water clinging to her pussy hair to Silver as she bowed her legs, waiting. I hesitated briefly to grave the sight into my memory; I was only going to get to fuck Vicki for the first time once. I suppose naked, dripping wet under the moon and stars was as special as it ever got. I think she caught sight of my ten inch cock only moments before I slid it into her pussy. Her eyes grew as large as the moon and she moaned as my cock made its way deep inside her.

“Sweet holy fuck,” she exclaimed, “where have you been all my life?”

“Trying to get you into this position,” I replied.

“If I knew you had a cock like this we’d have been fucking 6 years ago.”

“I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time,” I told her as I started pounding my rod in deep.

After that her replies became mostly unintelligible other than a few “fuck me harder” or “oh fuck, I’m cuming.” She was a surprisingly good fuck. She was either too drunk to care or was just a natural Escort Kınalıada talent because she fucked with wild abandon. About the third or fourth time she threw her head back and howled at the moon I joined her orgasm and filled her pussy. Afterward, we lay in the ankle deep water making out. “That was so lovely, ” she sighed, still slurring her words quite a bit, “why didn’t we ever do that in high school?”

“You wanted to be a virgin,” I replied.

She laughed, “I have a lot of catching up to do,” she said as we made our way back to the boat.

Steve and Brenda were sitting in the back seat making out. “I was just getting ready to come find you,” Brenda said.

“Were you worried?” Vicki asked.

“Naw,” Steve replied, “we were just going to leave without you.”

We laughed as we helped Vicki back into the boat. She was still feeling no pain. I had to help her get dressed. We made it back and dropped the girls off with no further incident.

“Dang!” Steve said as he helped me tie the boat up, “who would have guessed Vicki was that big a cock hound.”

“It just goes to show the power of alcohol,” I replied, “she’s probably had that in her for years.”

“Let’s do this again, ” he chuckled, “I wouldn’t mind giving her a try.”

“Sounds cool,” I said, ” if you hear from Brenda, let her know we want to go cruising again soon.”

Journal Wednesday, June 19, 1984

Vicki called Wednesday and said she wanted to talk. I wasn’t doing anything so I told her to come on over. I was hoping she wanted a repeat performance so I made sure I had plenty of beer and wine in the fridge and hit the shower. She arrived about 45 minutes later and I immediately got that sinking feeling; she was dressed like the old Vicki with loose jeans and a bulky shirt that made one wonder if she even had breasts. She gave me a peck on the cheek before sitting on the couch. “So, ” I tentatively began, “did you have a good time the other night?” “That’s what I wanted to find out, ” she said, blushing, “I don’t remember much. Brenda said I did but I wanted to ask you.”

“The answer is yes!” I joked. She just smiled shyly. “Would you like a beer?” I asked, heading to the kitchen.

“I don’t think I should drink,” she replied, “that seems to be my problem.”

“One drink won’t hurt,” I told her, “and it might help you relax.”

“Maybe just one drink,” she agreed, “do you have any wine?”

I returned with a bottle and two glasses. I poured the wine and toasted, “To good friends.”

She took a pretty hefty drink. She didn’t chug it like before but she emptied half her glass. I refilled it. “Do you really think I should?” she asked.

“I’ll keep an eye on you,” I smiled as she took another drink, “and I did try to warn you Saturday you were having too much to drink.”

“That was nice of you,” she admitted, “I probably should have listened.”

“Well we did have an awful lot of fun,” I told her. “If you’re worried about remembering, I can set up my video camera and then if you have any questions we can play back the tape next time we get together.”

“That might be fun,” she grinned, blushing again, “I’m pretty sure I can trust you.”

She smiled and took another drink while I set up the cam. I was coming to the realization that she was somewhat of a lush. She wanted so badly to get fucked that she used alcohol to overcome years of inhibitions. Her body language did seem to loosen up as she finished her glass of wine. She reached down and unbuttoned her top button while I refilled her glass. I had the TV on and she was starting to play to the camera a bit; another good sign. I figured I’d cut her off at two glasses. I was guessing that would be just enough to loosen her up without zapping her memory. “Would you like some help with those buttons?” I asked, setting down the bottle.

“What?” she asked, feigning surprise.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” I smiled, “I saw them Saturday night.” I slowly undid the rest of her buttons, revealing a cute, pink lace bra. “And,” I added, “If you didn’t want me to see them tonight, you probably wouldn’t have worn such a cute bra.” Her face blushed again but she smiled, bravely. I think the wine was kicking in nicely. “They’re far too pretty to be covered,” I told her.

“Do you really think so?” she asked. I thought I detected a slight slur to her voice. She pushed out her chest and looked at herself in the TV. “I guess they’re not too bad,” she sighed.

“Most girls would love to have your boobs. To the prettiest set of breasts I’ve ever seen,” I said, raising my glass. We toasted and she drained her glass. I took her in my arms and we started making out, giving the wine time to kick in. She started slowly but before long she was pushing my tongue aside and thrusting hers deep into my mouth. She seemed ready for the next step so I asked her, “Did you want to slip out of that bra? I’d really love to see the rest of you.”

“Are you sure I took my bra off last Saturday?” she giggled.

“Would I lie to you?” I smiled.

“I suppose I can trust you, ” she sighed. She grabbed the bottle Kınalıada Escort Bayan and emptied it while I fumbled with her bra. “Do you have any more of this?” she asked.

I figured what the fuck, if that’s what it took to get her to go wild, who was I to stand in her way. I retrieved another bottle of wine. “Do you think I drink too much?” she asked.

“Honey,” I smiled, “as long as I get to look at the most beautiful set of tits I’ve ever seen, I don’t mind.” They were very fine looking tits, not quite as big as Jane’s, but not by much. They were firm and oblong shaped with nice, hard nipples. “These look happy to see me,” I grinned as she raised the bottle, “do you mind if I feel you up?”

“Did I let you Saturday night?” she asked.

“You sure did, ” I smiled.

She raised the bottle back to her lips which I took as a green light. I squeezed her tits together and flicked my tongue back and forth between her lovely, hard nipples. She guzzled the wine with one hand and held my head tight to her breast with the other. The way she was going it was a good thing we had the camera running. The way I saw it, the more she drank, the better she fucked. I was more concerned with getting both of her nipples into my mouth to suck.

“You do that so well, ” she moaned, setting down the bottle.

“Tits as beautiful as these deserve special attention,” I replied as my tongue snaked from one boob to the other. She seemed to enjoy it when I bit down on her nipples. “You should see what else I do well,” I added between sucks.

“I’m curious,” she grinned. She seemed to be getting just about drunk enough to take advantage of. Not quite as wasted as Saturday, but drunk enough.

“To show you I’ll have to slip your pants off,” I smiled.

“I don’t know,” she giggled, “did I let you take my pants off Saturday night?”

“Actually no,” I replied, “you took them off before I got the chance to ask you.”

“Well,” she laughed, “I guess if you’ve already seen me naked…”

She unbuttoned her pants and slid down the zipper. I knelt between her legs and pulled them off revealing her cute pink lace panties which were already wet. She grinned when I told her she must have been counting on my seeing her panties. I leaned down and licked her slit through the panties while she squirmed about the couch. “As pretty as these are,” I said, “I think we’re going to have more fun with them off.”

She raised her ass in the air and helped me slide them off. “What do we do now?” she sighed.

“I go to work and you lay back and cum all over my face,” I told her. I helped her pick her feet up and put them on the cushions. I looked back at the TV as she spread her legs wide and saw we were getting a great view of her cute little red haired pussy. I grinned and gave the camera a thumbs up with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Vicki lay back into the couch and moaned softly. As much as I enjoyed looking at her pussy on TV I enjoyed eating her more. I slipped my tongue between her luscious pussy lips to taste her nectar.

“You taste divine, ” I told her.

“My boyfriend never does that,” she moaned, “it feels so fucking good. Is it alright if I cum?”

“That’s the point of the exercise,” I explained, “cum early and cum often.” Show me a guy who doesn’t eat pussy, I thought as I slid my tongue deep inside her pussy, and I’ll show you a guy about to lose his girlfriend. “The more you cum, ” I added, “the better I like it.”

“Oh fuck,” she cried as her body began to quiver, “sweet holy fuck!”

I reached up and squeezed her tits while she came. She grabbed the back of my head and held on until she finally finished. “That was wonderful,” she sighed as I gently lapped up her fuck juices, “I need a drink.” While she raised the bottle to her lips, I ran my tongue across her pussy lips. “Would you like a drink?” she asked.

“You taste way better than any wine,” I said with a grin, “but I might have a little sip.”

“You’re so sweet,” she slurred “and you make me feel so good.”

“Not to ruin the moment, ” I said, “because we’re just getting started, but are you going to be OK to drive?”

“I told my parents I was staying at Brenda’s,” she smiled, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s great; we can play all night,” I said, taking a swig of wine. She squealed as I drizzled some wine across her clit and pussy. Her squeals turned to moans as I licked it off, paying particular attention to her tender clit. “Oh fuck baby,” she cried as she began to cum again, “how do you make me cum like this?”

“Your pussy tastes so good,” I replied, “it just cums naturally.”

“I wish my boyfriend felt that way, ” she sighed, “he doesn’t like oral.”

“Forget about your boyfriend and just relax,” I told her. As I went back to sucking her clit I slid a couple fingers into her warm, wet pussy. I slowly finger fucked her while biting down on her clit and flicking it with my tongue. I had a free hand so I slid a finger between her ass cheeks and started playing with her asshole. That’s all it took as she started cuming again. She raised he ass up off the couch and started fucking my face with wild abandon, crying loudly as she came. I finally found the wild cum slut from Saturday night and it was great. All it took to turn her from a mild mannered sexless, conservative girl was a couple bottles of wine and a well placed tongue. She came long and loud and hard, covering my face with cum.

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18 year old Jarrod stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom and looked down at his rock hard cock trying to push its way out of his swim team Speedo. He woke up with a raging hard on and that had been three hours ago. He had tried everything to get rid of it but it just would not go away. He had stroked it several times but to no avail. He could not get his nut off and it was getting pretty uncomfortable between his legs not to mention embarrassing considering he had to be at swim practice in an hour. He certainly could not walk out of the locker room in his current state. What was he going to do? He hadn’t even left his bedroom yet because he didn’t want his mother or sister seeing him the way he was.

Suddenly there was a knock at his bedroom door. “Honey, are you okay?” It was his mother. “You didn’t come down to breakfast and practice is in an hour. You know you should eat something before you go and jump in that pool.”

“I’m not hungry!” he called. “I’ll get something after.”

“Well then let me in to get your laundry,” she huffed, “I’m getting ready to start a load. I already have your sister’s stuff and I want to get yours.”

I’ve got a load, he thought to himself. “Just give me a minute, Mom.” Jarrod grabbed his team sweat pants, stepped into them and pulled them up his legs trying to cover his enormous cock that was leaking a heavy flow of pre-cum into his tight suit. He grabbed his sweat shirt and wrapped it around his waist, tying the arms over his bulge hoping to make it disappear. I really didn’t help much but he went to let his mother in his bedroom anyway. He stepped to the door, unlocked it, pulled it open and stepped to the side to allow his mother access to his room.

38 year old Hannah Jenkins stepped into her son’s room with a laundry basket tucked under her arm. She brushed past her son, who was standing next to the door a little hunched over, and wondered why he was looking so flushed. “Are you feeling okay, honey? You look a little pale. And why are standing there like that. Do you have stomach ache or something?” she asked, a look of concern appearing on her face.

“No nothing, mom.” he said a little too fast turning from her so that she couldn’t see what he was trying to hide between his legs. “It’s just a little cramp that’s all.” He limped away from her toward his closet to retrieve his dirty clothes for her.

Hannah put the basket holding his sister’s clothes beside his bed and said, “Jarrod, are you sure you’re okay? Turn around and let me look at you. Come on honey maybe I can help.”

Jarrod swallowed hard and turned to face his mother who was now sitting on the edge of his bed staring directly at him.

“Come here honey,” she beckoned him, “let me see if you have a temperature.” She held out her hand and encouraged him to move closer to where she sat.

As Jarrod approached her she noticed him keeping his hands in front of himself as if he were trying to hide something. “What’s wrong, dear? What do you have there? What are you trying to hide from me?”

“Nothing mom,” he replied through clenched teeth.

“Well then, move you hands.” She said with mock irritation.

Jarrod slowly moved his hands away and saw his mother’s eyes widen when she realized what he had been covering up. He stood with his hands at his sides and felt his embarrassment rise as his mother scrutinized his “problem.”

Hannah’s mouth went dry as she sat staring at her son who was sporting a very large lump in the front of his sweat pants. She thought she could actually see it throbbing inside its confines. She had never seen anything so huge Kemerburgaz Escort before. He certainly did not take after his father, though he was no slouch in the cock department either. She felt her panties dampen as she wondered what it would look like in the light of day. She noticed the look of sheer embarrassment on her son’s face and tried to assuage it by saying, “It’s perfectly alright dear. Things like this happen sometimes. It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed about. You’re a normal healthy boy and sometimes THEY,” she pointed to his problem, “have a mind of their own. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and take care of it.”

“That’s the problem, mom.” Jarrod said exasperatedly. “I can’t get rid of it. Nothing I do does any good. I woke up with it and it is really starting to hurt some. Should we call the doctor or something?”

“I think we can probably take care of your problem without a trip to the doctor. Come closer so I can get a better look.”

He took a few steps toward his mother and stopped when he was a foot in front of her. She had spread her legs to either side of him and he noticed that her skirt had ridden up and he could see the bright yellow silky panties she was wearing. Hannah made no move to cover herself up. He could see a wet spot forming on the front of her damn sexy panties. His cock throbbed out more pre-cum as she let him look.

Hannah saw him staring at her. “You like to see mommy in her panties?” she cooed and spread her legs farther apart, forcing her skirt even higher and exposing more of her panties to him.

Jarrod croaked out a very hoarse “yeah” and licked his lips. He used his mother’s and sister’s panties every now and then to jerk off with but to see his sexy mother still in them made him ache all the more. He watched his hot mother rub the front of her panties with her right hand grabbing for the waistband of his sweats with the other. Hannah tugged at the knot on the drawstring of his sweats and her son’s pants fell to his ankles. She took a quick intake of breath as she ogled the obscenely large cock her son possessed straining against its bright blue nylon prison.

“My but you have made as mess of your Speedos, young man.” She said watching his pre-cum flowing freely through his swim suit. “I’ve never seen a cock leak so much. You must have some set of nuts to go with that monster.” She teased.

Jarrod self-consciously reached to cover himself again and Hannah stopped him. “Don’t be embarrassed by it, honey. Be proud of it. Any girl would be damned appreciative to discover what you have in your pants. I think most guys only wished they had what you do.”

With that she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his Speedos and began to slip them slowly down his muscular legs. She leaned forward a little to get more leverage and the waistband pushed down past his throbbing member releasing it form its confines. His 11 inches snapped up and hit his mother in the chin, smearing a large blob of pre-cum on her lips. Her tongue flickered out and tasted her son’s essence for the first time. The freshness of it made her head swim and her pussy gush into her already soaked panties.

Jarrod’s swollen cock head pulsed only inches form her face. Hannah reached out, grasped it in her hand and felt the full weight of the cock her son had sticking straight out from his loins. She pumped it slowly a few times letting her hand become slick with her son’s juices. It felt like steel in her palm. God he had been carrying this thing around all morning. It was a wonder he hadn’t passed out from having all Escort Kemerburgaz the blood in his body re-routed to keep this monster hard for so long.

Hannah pumped his large fuck stick slowly marveling at how much juice was leaking form her son. It was a steady river that coated her hand with a slimy slick coating that she could smell when she leaned closer to him. She waived the huge cock head under her nose and took a big inhalation of his boy scent sending shivers to her pussy which throbbed in her little yellow panties.

She reached up to cup her son’s swollen nut sack. It was smooth and hairless and extremely bloated. His two egg sized balls jumped in their confines as she tickled them with her long manicure nails. This made his cock let out a long stream of pre-cum which dripped from the head and stretched toward her ample bosom. Before it reached her shirt, she stuck her tongue out and followed the string back to his head and gently kissed the tip siphoning the juices from his overly swollen mushroom cap as if sucking a milkshake through a straw.

Jarrod let a low moan. “Mom,” he said shakily, “No one has ever done that before. Your lips are so soft. I can feel something happening but my balls still ache so much. Show me your panties again. You look so hot in them.”

“I’ll go one better, my little boy,” she said looking up into his wide open eyes lovingly, “if you like them so much, I’ll let you look at them up close.” She held just the very tip of his throbbing cock in her lips, lifted her ass slightly off the bed and tugged her panties down her very shapely legs. When she had the silky wet panties in her hand she offered them to her speechless son and said, “I know you use my and your sister’s panties to relieve yourself sometimes so go ahead and sniff on these wet dirty panties and see if that helps you pop that gigantic nut backed up your sweet balls. Go a head, naughty boy, sniff mommy’s dirty panties.” She grasped his cock again and speeded up her pumping.

Jarrod took the wispy yellow panties from his mother with shaky hands and held the soaked crotch to his nose and took a huge sniff. His cock grew another half inch as he inhaled her heady aroma. Panties fresh from his mother’s wet pussy were better than any pair he had previously sniffed on. “Oh my God, mom,” he moaned around the wet gusset covering his nose, “the wet spot in you panties smells incredible. My nuts are really tingling now. I’m so close.”

“Wait,” Hannah said sexily, “We don’t want you to make a mess all over Mommy. You’ll need something to dump that big load into. Hold on and let me see if there is something in here.” She said rummaging through the laundry basket by his bed.

“Ah, her we go.” She said with a smile in her voice as she pulled a pair of his sister’s hot pink silky bikini panties form the basket. “These should do just fine. She must have had these on last night on her date with Jon. The pussy stain in them is rather large and they’re still damp. Would you like to dump your load into your sister’s dirty panties?” She smiled up at him showing him where his sister had left her naughty mark in the silky panties.

Jarrod couldn’t speak as his nasty mother placed the head of his leaking cock into the crotch of his sister’s panties and began to pump him with renewed vigor. His juices rewetted the mess that his sister left behind as his pre-cum soaked through the dirty gusset.

Hannah leaned in and again waived his giant cock under her nose taking the smells of her extremely excited son and her 19 year old daughter as well. “My goodness,” Kemerburgaz Escort Bayan she cooed to his throbbing member, “you’re going to cum right in your sister’s dirty little pussy stain aren’t you? You’re going to fill these silky pink panties up and by the way your looking, that should be real soon.” Hannah pumped him even harder and noticed that her daughter’s panties were stuck to the head of his engorged cock head. “Go ahead, darling boy, let Mommy fix your problem. You need to cum in your sister’s panties. I want you to cum right in her naughty pussy stain. Soak her dirty little panties with that huge load.”

Jarrod looked down at his sexy mom jerking his giant fuck stick in his sister’s panties and could not hold back the flood of cum that had been building up in his bloated balls all morning. His mother’s panties smelled way too good! And she was pumping him so hard in his sister’s panties.

“Mom, something’s happening! I’m gonna cum! Keep pumping, I’m gonna cum! Make me cum in Sissy’s panties! I need to cum so bad! I’m gonna unload in her dirty panties. Here it comes!” and with a loud shout Jarrod began pumping his pent up seed into his sister’s panties.

The first blast pushed through the soaked material of his sister’s dirty gusset and made a large dollop of thick white cum cling to the thin silken panties. The second blast added another large dollop of his cream to the mess and completely covered his swollen head. His load was thick and viscous and clung to the dirty panties wrapped around his cock.

The sight of her son’s thick mess pushing through her daughter’s dirty panties was too much for Hannah. Her sons load was inches from her mouth and she leaned forward and stuck her tongue into the large glob of cum clinging to her daughter’s panties. As the third large blast shot into the panties, Hannah opened he mouth and let the head of her son’s emptying cock rest between her slimy lips. She kissed and sucked and tasted her son’s cum mixed with the mess her daughter had left in the sexy panties. His load was so huge it was completely obliterating her full luscious lips. She used her index finger and swiped a large cum drip from her chin and hurriedly thrust it into her sopping pussy. She rubbed her son’s thick cum on her clit and came instantly.

She held on tight to her son’s softening cock as her giant orgasm subsided. She pumped him a few more times making sure his balls were completely and utterly empty. She licked the remains of his load off her hand as she removed her daughter’s panties from his spent cock. She used her daughter’s panties to wipe the thick cum from her lips and chin and then held them up so her son could watch her clean all the mess out them with her tongue. When she was finished she tossed them back into the basket of dirty clothes.

“There,” she said lifting his now deflated cock, “this should fit into those little Speedos of yours now.”

With that she pulled his swim suit back up and tucked his very happy cock back in the tight nylon. “Jump in the water as soon as you get there and no one will notice the mess in you Speedos.” She gave his big bulge a kiss and told him to pull his sweat pants back up if he didn’t want to be late for practice. “You can keep my yellow panties for later when you get back from swimming. I’m sure there is more in those giant balls of yours to load them up later.”

She stood, gave him a peck on the cheek and gathered his soiled clothes from the closet. “Wait a minute,” he said to Hannah as she was leaving his room. “I need something else for later, too.” He sifted through the basket she held and came up with a silky purple pair of his sister’s dirty panties. “These will do just fine!” he said and stuffed both his mother’s and sister’s panties under his pillow.

As she left his room heading for the laundry, Jarrod quickly pulled his sweats up and raced out to practice. He wanted to get back home as soon as possible.

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“Hey, Trish? I didn’t see any–“

My husband stopped dead as he opened the door of the bedroom and saw the two of us there, naked on the bed. His eyes grew so big I almost laughed in spite of everything else I was feeling at that moment.

‘Us’, was Karen and I. It was Mike’s 44th birthday. Karen was his gift. I was the one giving her to him. At least, that was how simple it was supposed to be…

The threesome idea started when I ran into Karen online not long ago. She had been me and Mike’s neighbor years ago, when we were all in our 20s and before Mike and I were even married. Back then, blonde bombshell Karen was the hottest thing on two legs. She was nice enough, but I never got close to her because I was admittedly jealous. And when, one day all those years ago, Mike had confided in me that his fantasy was to have me and Karen in the same bed, I politely said ‘no way’. And he’d been fine with that.

In fact, he’d been so great about it that when I saw a picture of the older, 40-something Karen online, I decided to finally give Mike his wish. From the picture, Karen looked like she’d put on a good deal of weight, and while still quite attractive, I had the assurance that my body was now the better eye-catcher between the two of us. It gave me the confidence I needed to invite her into my little party. I was thrilled and terrified when she accepted.

Things started to change when I finally saw Karen in person, just moments before my husband was expected home from work to find his ‘gift’. Yes, she was bigger than she used to be, but somehow no less sexy, and as I watched her undress, the more clothes this woman removed, the better looking she became. And this coming from a strictly heterosexual woman.

The plan was to get naked and surprise Mike, but Karen and I ended up being the ones getting the surprise. As we undressed in the bedroom, I kept stealing looks at her body. Her eternal tan was gone, but her milky skin was smooth and mouth-watering. Her ass increased at least as much in its appeal as it had in its size. The C-cup breasts that used to jut out so proudly from her chest hung lower now, but they were also bigger and looked less plastic, more womanly…More beautiful. And they were tipped by the most astonishing areola–the color was so faint I literally couldn’t tell where it started until she showed me. The weight Karen had put on was distributed perfectly, with no unsightly rolls of flab or cellulite. And her face was still gorgeous, always sporting an effortless smile. But it was when Karen showed me her fuzzy strip of vanilla-colored pubic hair, the real hypnotizing began.

She caught me staring at it, then offered me the chance to touch it, as it was her feature she was most proud of. When I put my fingers into the warm fur, I understood why. Her pubic hair was as soft as the down of a little bird. I petted her for a long time before I realized what I was doing.

This led to a kiss, which led to more, which ended with us intertwined, rubbing our bodies together on the bed, climaxing together. When I was done, my body felt like it had experienced something from another reality. The pleasure I felt seemed impossible. I had done this with a woman; that thought kept running through my head. But overshadowing it was my body’s demand for more.

As my husband took his time making his way to the bedroom, Karen and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Or our lips. I kissed her more deeply than I’d ever kissed a man. I’d never been so fulfilled, yet so needful for more at the same time. Without words, I knew Karen felt the same way. She went down on me. Finished me with her mouth. I cried out as I held her to me.

And then we heard my husband, Mike, approaching.

I didn’t want him to know. I told Karen that. She understood. And I understood when she told me she wasn’t ready for Mike anymore. She wanted to continue this impossible thing we’d discovered. And so did I.

But there was no hiding it. Mike was seconds away from finding two women on his bed, naked, sweaty, desperate…but not for him. There was no time to call this off. Either he would know what we’d done, or we would cover it up and just go through with this threesome as planned.

I knew it wasn’t the best of options, but I had an idea. And I told Karen to trust me…

…and now Mike was here, naked and a little wet, having just gotten out from the shower.

“Happy Birthday!” I said, forcing enthusiasm into my voice. I wasn’t unhappy, but I was scared. I wasn’t sure I could make this transition when my body had made it so abundantly clear what it wanted. I was afraid Mike would notice.

He asked the obligatory questions, making sure this was real, and that I was really okay with all of it. I nodded as best I could. I really was happy for him. It was just hard showing it after everything that had happened. I expected to have to fight through a little jealousy this evening. I just hadn’t expected it would Kemankeş Escort be Mike who I was jealous of. And knowing that Karen shared my thoughts made things even harder.

For a daring moment, I wondered if I should just confess and tell Mike I wanted Karen to myself. I’d be ruining my marriage and changing every aspect of my otherwise typical life. It was insane. But for an instant I considered it. And I didn’t go through with saying it only because I knew I would need more time to make that kind of decision. For now, I had to pretend Mike was the only person on my mind.

Mike climbed onto bed. I offered him a glass of margarita. Karen and I had been drinking too much of it in the last moments before Mike came in, hoping the alcohol would mask the flavor of woman that lingered in our mouths. He declined the drink. Wanted to get down to business. I couldn’t blame him.

It felt hot, and I hoped it was the room, not just me, because there was no other way to explain why Karen and I were covered in a light film of sweat. Thankfully Mike didn’t seem to notice. He and Karen chatted. He tried to make normal conversation, but his straining erection gave his real thoughts away.

Mike leaned in and kissed me. It felt so weak, so cold, compared to the way Karen had kissed me just seconds before he opened that door. But I knew he was putting love into it. He whispered a thank you into my ear with a trembling voice that I barely recognized. I couldn’t help but love him right then. I wanted him to be happy, and his tremendous appreciation, now evident, helped me to finally get into it. Karen and I would come later. But right now, this was about Mike.

I gave Karen a nod, letting her know it was okay to begin. Okay to touch my husband. As soon as I did that, I knew everything would be all right, because the nerves I felt about sharing my man came back. The feelings were faint, but they were there, and growing.

Karen took my husband’s erection in her hand, wrapped her delicate fingers around it, and stroked him slow and firm. The head of his penis grew so purple-red and big that I feared he’d lose it right then, but he held on. He took Karen by the shoulders, half following and half guiding her as she bent over, bringing her face down between his thighs. She stopped just short of him, puckered her lips, and then blew a gentle breath across his pulsing head. His whole body shivered. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and gasped.

I made my move, and I made it fast. I knew if I wasn’t quick about it, I would miss the chance. I reached between Karen’s thighs and rubbed a finger up along her wet lips. She wasn’t expecting the touch, but she knew it was me. She thrust her hips back, pushing against my finger, and as she did this she rose, speeding up Mike’s stomach and chest, licking him the whole way. His eyes were still closed and his head was still back. He couldn’t see what I was doing. So I kept my finger against her. She licked up his neck, over his chin, and then they kissed.

At the moment my husband’s tongue swirled into this other woman’s mouth, I pushed my finger inside of her, and her reaction was instant. Karen rose up and away from me, then back down hard, urging me deeper as she took out her frustrations on my husband’s lips. There was the passion I’d missed when Mike kissed me. And I took a deep breath as I realized Karen’s passion was for me.

As they made out, Mike rose up on his knees, and so Karen had to follow. So did I, keeping my finger inside her and scooting up beside the both of them, hoping Mike wouldn’t steal an unexpected glance and catch me.

But Karen wouldn’t let him. She was enjoying what I was doing to her too much to let the kiss die. I fucked her deep, trying to go slow, reveling in the feel of her hot, wet, velvet interior clenching my finger.

Mike had been busying himself with Karen’s gorgeous breasts, holding the heavy white flesh in his hands even as they squashed against his hard chest. But then I saw his fingers gliding across her sides, around her back, toward her butt. Karen had a beautiful ass, large and full, but firm and smooth. Her crack was deep, and Mike worked the tips of his fingers until they disappeared in between those two hugging globes. He gripped her tight, squeezed her, and though his fingers were still safely away from bumping into my hand below, I didn’t dare risk that he wasn’t moving there next. I pulled my finger out of Karen and she stopped kissing Mike immediately, desperate to catch her breath.

Her face was flush when she looked at me, and the look told me that it was all because of my doing.

She sunk down, eyes on me the whole way, but Mike was too excited to notice. From his perspective, all he saw was Karen’s head moving down, down. Her chin bumped into his shaft, and then she licked it, swirled her tongue around it, teasing him.

I jumped when a hand grabbed me, palming one of my breasts Escort Kemankeş and kneading it. It was Mike. He groaned and groaned, looking at me only occasionally. Otherwise his eyes were closed as he concentrated on the pleasure, and even more on not succumbing to it completely.

I loved the feel of his big hand on my tit, and I pushed my body to it, but I would’ve given it up without pause for the chance to touch either of Karen’s. I leaned to him, kissed his arm, trying to imagine it was Karen’s flesh, but to no avail. Still, he felt good. Hard and manly. I rose up on my knees right next to him, kissing my way up his shoulder and to his neck. The top of my thigh pressed the side of his. My chest squeezed against his ribs. His hand rounded my body to my butt, which he grasped and squeezed just like he had Karen’s, fingers buried in my crevasse. It felt great.

But even better was feeling Karen’s eyes on my pussy, which is where I knew they were now that I had lifted myself right next to where she continued to lick and tease my husband’s cock. I hoped she knew what I was thinking, but to be sure I made it obvious and spread my legs a little further apart.

Karen read me perfectly. She covertly slipped a hand between my legs, cupping me fully for a moment before inserting a single finger. I tried not to be too obvious when I pushed myself against her hand. I was very nervous about being caught, and it occurred to me that Karen might not know Mike’s fingers were on my ass just inches away, so I couldn’t risk letting her finger linger inside me for long. But while it was there my body clamped onto her with a death grip, and even when I told myself to loosen up, my pussy held her tight. Karen sensed I needed to let up, and she withdrew, flicking my clit lightly before bringing her hand to Mike’s testicles.

I licked Mike’s ear, relieved that he hadn’t looked down at Karen with open eyes until now. She stopped teasing him with her tongue and finally wrapped her lips around him, sucking and bobbing, her lips wet but his shaft dripping. As Karen went down on my husband, she looked up at him–at us–and I was so excited by the gaze of her gorgeous brown eyes that I knew I just had to have more of her. And soon.

It was getting dark outside, and with the shades closed, the room was getting darker. But it wasn’t nearly dark enough for me to get away with anything even remotely obvious. I worked my lips up, kissed Mike deep and hard, and tried to think of a way to get my mouth off him and back on Karen.

“Oh thank you so much for this, baby,” he panted while our tongues wrestled. He continued to squeeze and rub my sweaty ass, the tip of his pinkie an inch away from my tingling anus, while he brought his other hand to my chest, kneading my left breast. As we kissed, Karen worked her magic by sucking him, causing him to pull his mouth away from often so he’d have room to gasp. Every time he broke away for a breath, after catching it, he’d tell me again how thankful he was and how much he loved me.

Odd that those words didn’t give me an ounce of hesitation in my mission for Karen.

“She said you could cum in her mouth,” I said. “She said she would swallow.” It was treatment he would’ve gotten from me, anyway, but I wanted him to know so he didn’t have to worry about it when the time came. Then, “But she also said she loves getting cum on her face.”

Telling him that might have been too much for the moment, because he groaned as loud as he had since it all started, and I honestly thought he was cumming right then. But instead he pulled away from me, leaned back onto the bed, trying to control his breathing and holding back the orgasm I was expecting. I let him go, but Karen stayed with, making her own muffled, sexy noises as she sucked and slobbered all over him.

Now on his back with Karen between his legs, Mike was able to relax a little more, but I wasn’t about to let him. His new position gave me an opportunity. I leaned over him, licked one of his nipples, then caught his eye and smiled devilishly.

“How ’bout you give me a real ‘thank you’?”

He knew what I meant, and I knew I didn’t have to ask or wait for a reply. I moved up to his head, threw a thigh over his face and lowered myself to his mouth. My clit was in line with his bottom lip, as if we were in a sixty-nine, so I had full view of Karen sucking him and the delicious dual mounds of the top of her ass swaying ever so slightly just beyond. I knew from past relationships that, unless you’re doing a sixty-nine, the natural position to get eaten while on top was clit to nose. But doing it backwards was normal for us when Mike went down on me, and I insisted on being on top when he did it. The reason is a little bit of a story in itself.

When we first got together, Mike and I were both of the same minds when it came to anal sex. Neither of us was really interested, and he’d said that he’d even tried it. Call us prudes Kemankeş Escort Bayan if you want, but hey, look at what we’re doing now! Anyway, exploring that region was never an issue, and we were both fine with that.

But one time when we were in the midst of a particularly long sixty-nine session, I grinded my cunt against Mike’s mouth so fiercely that, over a span of about five seconds, I bumped my little puckered star right against his nose, and twice he inadvertently licked it with an out of control tongue. I almost came right then. The sensation was so unexpected, but also unexpectedly good. It was like someone had pushed a button that electro-shocked my whole body. The sounds I made when he touched me there had to have relayed my feelings, but rather than go with it and see where this new experience took us, Mike pushed me away, positioning me so there was no chance his tongue (or nose) would find anything but pussy. He even used the sheets to wipe his face, an overreaction to be sure, but the signal was sent. I was so disappointed that I wouldn’t have come at all if I hadn’t already been driven so close.

There were other signs that he wasn’t into it that I won’t get into. But the fact is that I loved that little moment, and so I told him I preferred to be eaten out with my clit at his bottom lip, when the truth was I liked that position because, even if he wouldn’t touch my bud again, I could still feel the breath from his nose puffing against it.

Never would I have guessed that such a little white lie would help me begin to make love to another woman. Doing it backwards like this opened a window for me. Being in good shape but still at best average in my weight, my ass was very nice but thick, and I had to spread my legs wide to open my crack enough to feel Mike’s breath there. In this position, my thighs made a veritable wall blocking his vision, even if he craned his neck to look around the curve of my butt. Unless he threw me off of him, he’d never see what I was up to.

Already Mike was into it, eating me out as good as ever, if not a little too eagerly. I thought to myself, even at his best, he’s not as good as Karen. Obviously driven by Karen’s exceptional cock-sucking skills, Mike plunged his tongue into me, sucked me, kissed me, puffed hard up my crack and across my begging anus, and despite him not being Karen, I was still swimming in pleasure before I could even make my next bold move. I had to consciously tell myself to stop moaning so he wouldn’t know where my head was from the sound.

Karen was taking him good. I was actually quite shocked. Mike has a pretty big dick, about eight inches long and fairly fat, with a very soft but very bulbous head. It was the biggest I’d ever had, anyway. When I deep throated him, I had never been able to sink down all the way, and could only hold him in my throat to the count of three before the gag reflex came in. But Karen had her lips at my best mark already, the tip of her nose lost in his pubic hair, and she hadn’t backed up off him since I’d been watching her. The breathing coming through her nostrils blew hard against what little of his shaft remained to be inhaled, and somehow that strong sound and the force and concentration I knew was behind it made me worried that perhaps her little fling with lesbianism was already dead and forgotten.

But then Karen reached up for me, found my breasts, and held one, flipping her thumb back and forth over my nipple. I was so relieved I moaned a very loud “Yes”, then added, “Oh, Mike” to conceal the truth of it.

I arched my back, pushing my chest against Karen’s hand. I never took my eyes off her as she throated my husband. And even though I wanted it be my pussy instead of that cock in her mouth, I found what she was doing terribly arousing. I wanted her to kiss me like that; I wanted my tongue to gag her like Mike’s prick was. I wanted her to suck my tongue, squeeze it with her lips. Just kiss me till I came from it…it, and nothing else.

“Oh God…Oh God…” Mike said from beneath me, from practically inside me. There was an extra tension in his voice, like he was getting too close but couldn’t say stop. Karen read this too, and she gagged right off of him, a long, thick string of saliva webbing from her mouth to his glistening, beet-red pole.

Keeping the one hand on my tit, fondling me, she stroked him with her free hand, the sound very wet and squishy. She looked right at me. She hadn’t yet bothered to wipe or lick away the long string of spit that hung from her lips. It was nasty yet irresistible. I leaned forward to kiss her, shocked but pleased that she was already on her way to meet me.

I had told myself not to moan so as not to tip Mike off, but I just couldn’t help it. The moment our mouths met, I was crying out and moaning so loud the sound overwhelmed every other noise in the room. It was for that reason Karen did close her mouth around mine. She’d later tell me that she feared my moaning, too, and our actions would be more obvious if my sounds were muffled by anything other than Mike himself. So we shared a loud, messy, frenzied kiss. Our tongues lashed out and curled at each other. Our lips rubbed together but never pressed. It was the most heart-breaking tease ever, and I loved it.

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I would like to thank “kitten1964” and “ChasP” for editing this story for me.

All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.

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Hi, I’m Randy and this is my twisted tale on family sex, better known as incest. It started 2 years ago when I was 22. At that time, I had been married only a year to a beautiful sexy woman whose profession happened to be a stripper. We actually met for the first time while she was dancing at a local gentlemen’s club.

After we married, Debra, or “D” as she likes to be called, wanted to keep dancing. I’m a very open-minded person and had no problem with her doing that. The greatest part about having a wife as a dancer was we installed a dance pole in our master bedroom and I got to see her newest routine before anyone else. Not to mention all the free lap dances I received. So our sex life had been one fantastic experience.

So how did this turn out to be where I wound up taking my mother to bed? Well, even I couldn’t believe how it happened.

Let me start by saying that I would be lying if I said I had fantasized about having sex with my mother. Or that I jerked off every time I saw her ass sway by me. The truth was my mom, Ronda, was your average 40’sh women. I had never noticed anything special about her breasts, ass, or legs. Her hair was naturally dirty blonde and I’d always seen her wear it up in a bun – I think it made it easier for her to keep it out of her eyes at her job at the library. Yes, mom’s a librarian. So her attire was very plain, also. She wore black framed glasses that covered her dark brown eyes and wore very conservative long skirts. And I’d better not forget to mention the typical white, brown or black sweaters that covered her B sized chest. Yes, there was nothing special or sexy about her to make you say, “Wow, I’d like to tap that.”

I guess while I’m at it I should include dad, George, in this. Well, like mom, he’s your typical hard working blue collar guy. He worked as a mechanic for a shop downtown. He’s a little older than mom, almost 50, with hair turning white. He’s average height and weight, and like mom has brown eyes. The only thing that stands out in my mind is dad’s hands. They’re beaten up and bruised from working on the cars and trucks he dealt with daily.

As for myself, there’s nothing special there. I take after mom with my hair dirty blond and have my parents’ brown eyes. I’m not a hunk as the girls would say, but I’m no slouch either. I guess I’m just as plain as my parents. If you had asked how I got to marry such a sexy woman, my answer would be, “I still have 2 wishes left.” So there you go, my family in a nut shell.

So as you can see, except for my exciting wife, my life had been average. Until the day mom saw D dance.

It happened the day I got a call from mom just before I left work. Her car had trouble and she couldn’t reach dad for a ride home. I told her I had to pick D up and asked if she wanted me to swing by afterwards since she wouldn’t be finished for another hour or so. Mom didn’t want to wait in her car and asked if I could come get her; she’d wait with me for D to finish.

It felt kind of strange having my mom walk into the strip club with me. I found an open booth off to the side and ordered a couple of drinks while we waited for D to come out and finish her last set. Some other girl had been dancing at the time and noticed mom looking around the place at all the people as they watched the girl intently, as she removed small parcels of clothing to the sexy music.

I had a hard time hearing mom as she spoke over the loud music that mixed with all the background noise.

“Guys really enjoy this, don’t they?”

“Enjoy what?” I asked, as I leaned over the table to hear her better.

“Girls stripping and dancing.”

“Of course,” I yelled back. “We’re guys.”

As the girl finished her set, mom noticed a guy left with her to a back room.

“Where are they going?” Mom asked.

I found it difficult to talk to mom about what the girls did when they weren’t on stage. But I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave her the cleanest explanation I could of lap dancing.

I watched as mom blushed at my feeble attempt to explain how the girls did a private strip dance and sat on guys laps while doing erotic moves.

Mom didn’t say anything after I finished but looked back at the stage as D stepped out. We watched as D started her routine wearing a very sexy white laced teddy and a white g string that barely covered her mound.

D smiled as she caught sight of us sitting in the booth. If I hadn’t been feeling uncomfortable before, I was now, as my sexy wife paid more attention to us, showing us her sexy strip tease, than the rest of the room. I looked at mom as her mouth opened in shock when D did a split with her ass facing us and bopped it up and down off the stage.

Mom commented on how fit and nimble D was and I felt my face blush. Finally D finished and walked off the stage. I knew it wouldn’t take Kayışdağı Escort her long before she would be dressed and ready to leave.

This free time had given mom another moment to drill me on some questions.

“Doesn’t it bother you knowing all these guys are watching your wife strip and dance provocatively?”

“No. I find it kind of exciting,” I said. “I know they have to wish for what I already have. She’s leaving with me and they’re going home alone.”

“But, what about those lap dances?”

“Well, those did take me awhile to get used to. I do have a hard time picturing another man rubbing his crotch on my wife while she gets him off. But for some strange reason, I now find it exhilarating.”

“You do?”

I couldn’t believe I was having this talk with my mother, the most innocent, sweet woman I know. I was more or less saved by the bell as D came out dressed in her blue jeans and a white skin-tight tee and plopped down next to me.

“Hi Ronda! I didn’t expect to see you here,” my wife said as she grabbed my drink and took a sip.

“Mom’s car broke down and needed a ride.”

“Oh. So what did you think of tonight’s routine?”

“I thought it was a good one,” I said.

We finished our drinks and made our way to my car. I held the door open for both women and drove to my parents’ house. I couldn’t say the conversation was enjoyable as we traveled down the road. It was mostly made up of mom asking D a whole bunch of questions about her job.

“So was it hard for you to start dancing nude?” Mom asked. My wife has no problem talking about anything. Unlike me, she felt comfortable with the topic.

“At first, yes. But as time went on, it I started to enjoy knowing how my body had an effect on the male population.”

“Is that why you still dance, because you like teasing all those men seductively with your, might I say, very fit body?”

Deb laughed and said, “I think it is. But I also like giving your son his very own private show every once in a while.”

“I was going to ask you about that.”

“Mom!! Please!!! Save this for when I’m not around, will you?”

“What’s the matter? Does this bother you?” D asked.

“Hell, yes. I mean. Shit! You’re talking to my mother about this stuff.”

“Well she is a woman also, you know,” Deb said and continued on with her conversation with mom. “So what do you want to know?”

“Well I think my husband and I have fallen into a slump, and I was trying to think of some ideas that might spice up our sex life.”

“Mom!!!” I yelled as I couldn’t believe she was discussing her sexual problems in my presence.

“Randy. Be an adult,” mom said as Deb playfully slapped my arm.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He isn’t this shy when we’re in the bedroom and I’m dancing.”

“Oh my God,” I said. “Please, can we just change the subject? Or at least wait until I’m not here to listen to this?” Well, that fell on deaf ears as they kept talking. My poor brain was forced to hear all the things that were wrong with mom and dad at home. How they didn’t have that much sex and how dad seemed too tired all the time. I started to feel sick as my mom told my wife how her sexual needs were not being met.

“Thank God we’re here,” I said to myself as I turned into their driveway.

As mom exited the car, D suggested to her “You know, Ronda, I could teach you to pole dance. I’ll bet that would perk your hubby up.”

“That sounds great, D, except I don’t have a pole in our bedroom.”

“Randy could install one for you. He did ours.”

How the hell did I just get elected to do this? I thought as the girls hashed out the details.

I guess until I got around to installing the pole, mom was going to come over and practice with D in our bedroom. D also mentioned to mom that she had a whole wardrobe of sexy clothes that would spice things up. I didn’t want to hear anymore and I did my best to hurry them along. As I drove us home, I had to ask D why she offered such advice to mom. Again I heard her say “Your mom’s a woman and has her own needs.”

I’m sorry. But in my eyes, my mom was so much more than a ‘woman’. I saw her as Mom.

I made sure I wasn’t around when D taught my ‘Mom’ to pole dance, or any other kind of dance for that matter.

I had done my best to stay clear of their dance sessions. But D wanted me to see what she had taught mom. Every fiber in my body screamed Fuck No!

But Deb persisted and grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom. Mom was standing by the pole in clothes very unbecoming of her. Her hair was still up in a bun but the rest of her attire was a pair of tight sweatpants and a very tight T-shirt. D pushed me onto the bed and told me to stay. I watched as she went over to the CD player and started the music.

“We now have an audience,” D said as I noticed mom’s expression looked embarrassed in appearance.

“I.. I don’t know about this, D. I think I agree with Randy on this being Kayışdağı Escort Bayan awkward.”

“Your first time is always the hardest. I think it will be better to get those shy feelings out of your system by performing in front of your son. That way, you won’t hesitate when you dance for your husband in that outfit I gave you.”

Oh thank god she didn’t have on the outfit, I thought as mom started to sway her body slowly to the music. D sat next to me and coaxed her into the routine.

“That’s it, Ronda. Just close your eye and feel the beat. Get your hips moving. Yes that’s good. Faster now,” D said as mom picked up the pace and actually started to dance. Faster and more freely, mom moved. Her body swayed from side to side as her hands began to slide sensually up her body and grabbed her breasts with both hands. Her breasts! I wasn’t looking at a heavy wool sweater, but at my mother’s perky breasts as they hugged tightly to the stretched material. My eyes were fixed on them as her hands seductively rubbed and squished them together. Mom’s nipples became downright sexy, as I admired how firm and large they looked. I was shocked at myself for actually wanting to see more. More of her lush globes that were taunting my eyes.

I felt a twinge in my groin as mom pressed on. Her hips didn’t miss a beat to the music as she faced away from us and placed her ass in plain view. The green sweat pants clung tightly to her body and the material pressed tightly into her crack. The visual effect it had made it seem as if her ass was bare.

In my entire life I had never seen mom’s ass look the way it did then. It was small, round and firm in appearance, and I was awed at its magnificence. My mom has a sexy ass! I thought as mom bent at the waist and swished her sexy tight ass from side to side and then abruptly stopped. Mom leaned slightly over and bent her knees, causing her ass to lift slowly higher in the air. She would then straighten her body out and bend again. And again. And again. Faster and faster mom went until her ass jiggled rapidly for us. Mom quickly turned around and ran both hands down from the side of her breasts to her legs while she lowered her entire body to the floor. When her hands reached her upper thighs, mom was in a crouched position and she spread her legs wide. Her hands then moved closer and closer to her mound until it looked as if she was rubbing herself. Her body rocked back and forth while her hand moved faster and faster across her mound.

I couldn’t believe what was happing, as mom seductively played this erotic show before me. I was getting hard. Mom had turned me on. This is sick… I’m sick… I have to be sick… This is MOM, not some stripper. Not my wife giving me a private dance, I thought as my dick went to full hardness. But I couldn’t help it. I was lusting after my own mother. She was no longer this shy, loving, innocent woman I knew, but a hot blooded female with a sexy tight body. And my cock knew it. The moves she made became more and more seductive and erotic in nature, and I started to breathe heavier and faster.

I felt something and had to look down. D had put her hand on my thigh and was rubbing on my leg. I felt her lightly squeeze and my dick responded by spilling a small amount of cum into my briefs.

Mom had become less self aware as the music played, and her body just let go. She was now on the floor in front of us. Mom had her ass firmly planted on the floor with her hands behind her. Mom spread her legs and braced her weight on her hands and feet lifting her ass high off the floor. Faster and faster mom went, until it appeared like she was humping the air.

My mind raced as her crotch stared at my face and shifted up and down. My mouth began to water as mom again moved her hand to her mound. She moved onto her back and rubbed her mound while her ass continued lifting and falling. Faster mom’s hand went as her hips pushed up off the floor. I thought I was going to die as my heart pounded hard in my chest and sweat formed on my brow, until mom put me over the edge.

Mom got up on her knees with her legs spread wide and straightened her upper body. Her eyes were closed as she swayed and moved to the music. I watched as her left hand ever so slowly reached for her excited breasts and toyed with them. Mom clutched, squeezed, and rubbed as her mouth parted and light whimpers escaped her mouth.

Mom slowly glided her right hand down her body. Down to her waist it went, until her fingers reached the rim of the sweat pants. I gasped as I watched mom twist a knuckle under the material and the rest of her fingers disappeared. The material was so tight the bulge clearly showed her hand as it slithered down to her pussy.

I held my breath as her fingers manipulated and played with her sacred spot. Faster and faster her hand went. Mom’s mouth parted more and her breath quickened. Her other hand still caressed and toyed with her hard nipples as they protruded out of the tight shirt. Mom’s Escort Kayışdağı hips began to move back and forth as her fingers dug at her cunt. Mom moaned, pushed and bucked, faster and faster. Loud whimpers and moans were heard over the music as mom pleasured herself in the presence of her own son. And then it happened. I watched as her body tightened and her hand pushed hard into her mound. “Ohh. Ugh. Ugh. Awww!!!” I heard mom sigh and grunt, as her body shook out of control.

I was so engrossed watching my dear beloved mother bring herself to orgasm in front of me, I didn’t realize I had shot my own load into my pants. Mom had made me cum. My own mother. I felt D shift her hand and reach for my cock as she spoke words of encouragement to my mom as she recovered from her climax.

“Ronda, that was so hot. I think George is going to love it. Don’t change a thing,” she said as her head turned and looked at me. “What did you think of your mom’s performance, Randy?” Mom quickly stopped all movement and opened her eyes. I think in her aroused state of mind she had forgotten I was present because her face went red as she removed her hand from her pants and rapidly stood up.

“I… I… I think,” was all I could say. D had to finish my sentence. “I think he agrees. I mean you did make him cum in his pants.” Oh fuck. I can’t believe she told mom that. “I mean, he’s all wet. See?,” she said as her hand left my crotch and a dark moist spot appeared between my legs.

“Mmmom… I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was…” But mom abruptly spoke.

“It’s okay, honey. I think I’d better go. Thank you D for all your help,” Mom said as she rushed out of the room. I heard mom fumbling with what I think was her coat and heard the front door open then close.

D laughed and commented to me as I heard mom’s car drive away,”See I told you your mother was also a woman. I bet you never thought she could have done that to you.”

I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. I came watching my mother. “I’m a horrible, horrible person,” I said.

“Why?” D asked. “Because your mom got you excited? That was the whole point of this. I would have thought I married a gay guy if you hadn’t gotten turned on by that.”

“But that was my mother. My own flesh and blood. I’m not supposed to see her doing what she did. It was so wrong for my body to respond to her like that.”

“You’re human also, Dudley Do Right,” D told me. “So clear those thoughts out of your head and stop worrying over something that made you feel good, and just accept the fact your mom is hot to you.”

I let out a loaded sigh and D grabbed my hand before I could stand up.

“Soo. Say it… ‘My mom is hot.'”

I know my wife and knew I was in a losing battle over this. So I responded.

“Okay. Okay. My mom is hot,” I said nonchalantly.

“No. No. No. No. Say it like you accept the fact she’s hot. Try again.”

“My mom’s hot,” I said with a little more reassurance.

“More… Put some feeling behind it.”

“My mom’s hot!”

“I don’t believe you.”

D’s teasing had gotten me annoyed and excited, and out of the blue I just went crazy.

“Mom’s a hot fucking cunt! With a great tight ass that’s just begging to be grabbed!”

D went silent and looked surprised.

“Okay. I guess I believe you now.”

“Sorry,” I said, as I got up to change out of my wet pants.

“Wait,” D said as she grabbed my arm and halted me. “I want to feel your cock before you clean yourself up.” And she walked up to me and plunged her hand down into my sticky pants. I felt her hand toying and squishing around my prick and then down to my balls. “I love feeling your dripping dick in my fingers. I don’t know why, Randy, but realizing your mom’s dancing got you off is getting me hot.”

“Honey, please,” I said, as her fingers worked my dick back to life. Harder and faster D stroked until my big fat prick was ready for business.

I grabbed D tight and pushed my lips to hers. My hips pushed against her hand and I felt D wrap a leg around mine.

Her hips pushed against me as her pussy rubbed up against my thigh. I could feel the heat pour out of her mound. My wife had become horny and I knew my husbandly duties were being called out.

I wasted no time unzipping her jeans and letting them puddle below us. D also had mine off in a flash along with the sticky briefs.

“I want to taste that sperm you gave up for your mom.” D said as she slowly knelt before my stiff cock and slipped it into her warm wet mouth. I felt her tongue lick and poke around, on and under my shaft as her fingers touched, toyed and pulled on my balls, building more of my fluids up to the tip.

“Oh. Fuck, D. If you want to fuck me you’d better do it quickly or I’ll blow again,” I said as my hips twitched, pushing more of my slippery dick past her moist lips.

“Mmm you taste so good. We should have had your mom clean up this mess before she left. It is her fault you made it,” D hissed as she licked and lightly stroked on my shaft.

“D. Please stop that. Ohh,” I pleaded as my balls boiled another batch of hot sperm.

“I can’t help it, Randy. I’ve seen other girls masturbate on stage. But seeing your mother do it in front of her own son. Oh. I’m so fucking wet now,” D replied as she inhaled my cock completely down her throat.

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