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“Ma’am, please sign here,” the deliveryman instructed.

Lisa figured it was another package of comic books that Collin had ordered. As Lisa leaned over slightly to sign for the package, she sensed that the deliveryman was trying to stare down her cleavage. It was probably because the man in his mid-forties checked her out on a regular basis. At this point, Lisa just ignored it and closed the door after she grabbed the package.

I can’t believe they do the same thing all day every day, Lisa thought to herself as she placed the package on a nearby chair and continued to vacuumed the carpet in the living room. She couldn’t believe that her son, who she had been taking care of after school ever since he was 2, was spending all of his time reading comic books with his friends.

It wasn’t as if Collin couldn’t be out doing more important things. He had a ton of friends on the hockey team he could go out and have fun with despite being sidelined with a knee injury for the last few months. He was muscular and attractive, and Lisa wondered why he was spending his time with geekier friends like Lenny and Sean, instead of dating the cute girls at his school. Every day he just comes here from school, Lenny and Sean come over, and they spend all day reading comic books. Why does he do that? I don’t even understand the appeal of that lifestyle!

Curious to get to the bottom of her son’s life choices, Lisa stopped vacuuming the upstairs and decided it was time to pick up clutter in the basement where she knew the three boys would be sitting in bean bag chairs reading.

Sure enough, when she walked down the flight of stairs, Collin, Lenny, and Sean were sitting in the mushy colorful chairs, eating snacks, and intently analyzing the pictures and captions of different super beings. Lisa was fairly surprised to see the excitement on their faces as they quickly turned the pages.

They were so focused that they didn’t even realize that she was standing there.

I don’t get it! I mean, I get Lenny and Sean having nothing better to do, she looked over at the scrawny Lenny and the plump nerdy Sean, but you’d think a handsome 18 year old like Collin would be more excited by going out than doing this!

“Oh, hi, Mrs. Carter,” Sean glanced up before quickly looking back down at his open book.

Collin and Lenny shot their heads up and gave an obligatory hello.

“So what do you want, Mom?” Collin asked the woman who usually introduced herself as his nanny (the result of an inside joke among Lisa and Eliza that started back in their twenties and ended up sticking).

“I don’t want anything, I was just cleaning the house and I wanted to make sure things were looking good down here.” Out of the corner of Lisa’s eye she thought she saw Sean staring at her in a funny way, but by the time she turned her head, his head was already in between the pages of his comic.

The there was silence. Before she knew it, all of the boys were back to reading silently to themselves and it was like she was invisible. Wanting to dig deeper into their fascination with their hobby, Lisa restarted the conversation. “So what are you boys reading?”

Each of them responded with some hero or super being that she had never heard of and then went back to reading. “Ok…”

Clearly communication was not the way to go. Well, I guess the easiest way would just be to see what they are looking at all day.

Lisa noticed the stacks of comics sitting on a nearby shelf. “Would you boys mind if I open up your comics and see what they’re like?”

Collin, Lenny, and Sean nearly gasped. “You want to read comic books?”

“No, no, it’s just that you boys are clearly very interested in these. And if my son and his friends spend all of their time with something I should at least have an understanding of what they are like.”

The three highschoolers all looked at each other suspiciously as if Collin’s guardian was setting them up for a trap. In the end, they couldn’t come up with a good reason to say no.

Collin shrugged, “Go ahead, Mom.”

Lisa chose a random comic book about a group of superheroes that she faintly recognized. She skimmed through the first couple pages and she could understand why Collin enjoyed reading these but she couldn’t understand his newfound obsession with them.

Oh, well, uh, that’s interesting…

As she continued to flip through the pages, she began to notice a common theme. All of the female characters in the comic had skinny waists, massive breasts, and large firm asses. They were scantly clothed as well.

The married mother felt a little dirty holding it so she decided to read another one in order to understand Collin’s new hobby. But once again, the new comic portrayed women in the same light. And it turned out that every one Lisa picked up had the same theme.

She studied the female characters and then looked at her own body. Lisa was proud of her body and she knew that it was something that a lot of other men desired. She Ataşehir Escort had 36D breasts on a 5’7″ hourglass frame with tone legs, supporting a round butt. Yet, compared to the exaggerated women in these comics, she felt inferior.

Lisa peered across the room at her son and his friends with smiles on their faces at they read. No doubt that their comics depicted its female characters in the same sexualized way.

A wave of concern came over Lisa. She wondered if the reason Collin no longer went out with girls in his own school was because he was obsessed with a body type that he could never possibly have.

Rather than confront Collin about the potential dangers of his comic books, Lisa decided to let him be. Maybe she was wrong to assume that the sexy women were the reason he loved the comics so much. Maybe the sex objects weren’t distorting his view of women after all. At least he’s reading…

*****

In the few days after she was introduced to comic books, Lisa still felt uneasy about Collin looking at women depicted in an unrealistic way. It was a Friday night and Collin was once again down in the basement reading comic books with his friends. He should be out trying to get laid, Lisa bluntly said to herself.

It was one thing for him to relax with some comics after school, but Lenny and Sean also came over after dinner everyday to read more comics. Since her husband worked late into the night, Lisa didn’t see him much. The brunette mother worked shifts early in the morning Tuesdays through Saturdays, Lisa was rarely up past 9PM on nights before work. She usually ate dinner, watched some TV and then went to bed. Usually her husband, Aaron, was away on business trips that often left Lisa sleeping alone.

This night though, Lisa found herself not tiring despite it being past 9. She knew Collin likely assumed she would be asleep and he’d virtually have the house to himself, along with his friends. With her concern mounting, Lisa began to reaffirm her suspicion that Collin’s attachment to comic books was due to more than simply the titillating storylines.

Worrying that Collin was going down an unhealthy path, instinct caused the suburban housewife to check up on him. She knew Collin and his friends were likely sitting in the same beanbag chairs and reading comics at the very moment.

The white door to the basement swung open and Lisa started to move down the flight of stairs. The first thing she noticed that was odd was that the lights were dimmed. Why would they be reading in the dark?

As Lisa reached the basement floor, she made out three figures sitting in the same beanbag chairs. Lisa pushed the dimmer switch as she walked into the room and announced conversationally, “So what are we reading now, boys?”

Everybody froze.

Lisa’s pink plump lips parted as her jaw dropped. Sitting in front of her were Collin, Lenny, and Sean with their pants and boxers around their ankles. They sat in the colorful chairs with open comic books covering their crotches and looks of horror on their faces.

Nobody could say a word. The three young men sat there trembling, while Collin’s mom rubbed her eyes, almost as to wake herself up from a bad dream.

“We are so sorry, Mrs. Carter,” Sean lamented with a shaky voice.

Lisa still didn’t say a word. She turned her attention towards Collin, whose cheeks were bright red as he pressed the comic book into his groin. What was worse was that Lisa’s suspicions had been true. On the cover of the book that Collin was using as a paper loincloth there was a blonde woman with massive jugs wearing a superhero outfit that was practically lingerie.

“I am so sorry, Mom,” was all Collin could say.

The startled woman continued to stare in shock at her son. Just a few pages of paper were separating his erection from her view. The athletic teen was still squirming with discomfort as he continually adjusted himself, trying to always make sure he was covered up fully.

Collin could see Lisa glaring at his crotch like she was witnessing a bad accident that she just couldn’t look away from. He became nervous that he wasn’t covering everything and he continued to fidget with the comic book in his hands to make sure he was leaving nothing exposed.

Lisa lost her breath as it turned out Collin’s fidgeting had the opposite effect. For one brief moment, a frantic Collin moved the comic an inch lower on his body in fear of his scrotum being exposed. In that moment, Lisa saw his bulbous pink mushroom head pop out from behind the paper.

Holy shit! I can’t believe I just saw his penis while he was masturbating. They do NOT tell you how you’re supposed to deal with this! How the hell was it as high up as his belly button?!

Snapping back to the situation at hand and realizing that her son was more embarrassed than he had ever been in his life, Lisa tried to diffuse the situation in a reasonable way while also putting an end to Collin’s unhealthy habit.

Lisa Ataşehir Escort Bayan took a deep breath and closed her eyes to think without distraction. “Listen, I understand what you boys were doing and I honestly couldn’t care less if you do it. However, you will not do it to those ridiculous books. Those things are going to damage what you think a real woman looks like. Do you understand?”

The boys looked at each other and then back at Lisa and nodded their heads.

“So we can’t do it to comic books, but you don’t care about other things?” Lenny tried to clarify.

Lisa shrugged, “I don’t even care if you do it to comic books, just not with ones that have women with Size-F tits and a waist you can wrap your hand around!” She showed her disgust with the drawings.

Sean motioned over at the stack of comics and quipped, “I have a feeling we are going to need new comics.”

Lenny chuckled lightly, but Collin was still terrified and of very few words.

Realizing that her entering the room unannounced made the intervention more uncomfortable than it needed to be, Lisa ran her fingers through her long hair and decided to make up for their suffering. She reached into her pocket and pulled out some folded bills. She counted it under her breath. “Okay, here’s $74. Go buy some comics that have real women in them.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Carter!” Lenny reached for the money. “Don’t worry. We will get different comics.”

Lisa turned to go back up stairs before she heard Sean call out behind her, “You won’t tell our parents, will you Mrs. Carter?”

“Of course not,” Lisa assured, “what happens here can stay between us.”

Lenny and Sean couldn’t help but to notice how Lisa’s butt stretched out the back of her jeans as she walked away. Once they heard the door close, Lenny turned to a more relaxed Collin. “You know, your mom is kind of hot.”

“Shut the hell up, Lenny! I’m tired of hearing you guys talk about that.”

*****

“How’s this one?” Collin, Lenny, and Sean were desperate trying to find a comic that satisfied their needs to get off from their favorite source, and Lisa’s need for it to be a woman that looked ‘real’. They searched the bins at the comic book store downtown thoroughly.

“This is ridiculous. All of these either have the same type of women as usual, or the main character is a normal woman who isn’t hot at all,” Sean complained.

“I know! I don’t know if we’re going to be able to find one. I can’t go back to watching porn either or looking at pics of girls on the Internet. I need a story that I can imagine in my own mind and kind of bend it how I want,” Collin explained to his friends.

Sean pulled a comic book out of a bin and opened it up towards his friends. “Like, look at this. The woman is either mediocre-looking or unnaturally hot. You’d think there would be one of a real-looking woman.”

Laughing out loud first, Lenny pointed to the scantly clad female protagonist in the book and cried out to his friends, “Holy shit, guys! Look! Collin, she looks like your mom.”

“Wait, what?!” Sean turned the comic back towards him and started chuckling. “Dude, you’re right! She has a similar body and everything.”

Collin was frustrated and pulled at his short brown hair. “Would you guys shut up already?!”

Trying to rationalize with his friend, Lenny pleaded, “C’mon, man. Tell me this doesn’t look like your mom but with beach-ball fake boobs?”

“Lenny, I’m not going to think about that! Just drop it.”

“You know, actually, your mom may even be hotter. I’m beginning to see what she meant about real women being better. It’s a shame we can’t find comics with women like your mom in them.”

“Seriously, Lenny, I’m about to throw you through the fucking wall! She’s my mom.”

“Well it looks like Mr. Cool Collin Six Pack gets ornery whenever he goes too long without a workout at the gym,” Lenny teased.

Meanwhile, Sean stood alone, ignoring the arguing before him. He was deep in thought. “Wait guys!”

Both Collin and Lenny stopped fighting at looked at their friend.

“I have an idea on how we can get what we want.”

“How’s that?” Collin was doubtful.

Sean continued, “You know how I’ve been getting really good at drawing and design lately?”

“Yeah, Sean, you’re the envy of us all,” Lenny teased dryly.

“What of it, Sean?” Collin added.

“Instead of spending money on comics, I think I may just need money for printing something. Do you guys trust me?”

Lenny and Collin looked at each other before agreeing, “We guess so.”

“Great,” Sean was excited; “I’ll have a surprise for you on Monday.” The fit redhead ran away in a hurry.

*****

It had been 3 days since the awkward encounter in the basement and Lisa had been thinking all weekend about the event. Her mind kept replaying the encounter over and over again. She knew she had left off on a surprisingly casual note with Lenny Escort Ataşehir and Sean. The only thing she was not sure about was where she stood with Collin. He wouldn’t tell his father would he?

Lisa felt as if there was some tension between her and Collin. But she wasn’t sure if that was real, or if she was just feeling that way because every time she thought about him she immediately flashed back to the image of the tip of his cock. She was concerned about her mixed feelings towards seeing it.

“Hi, Mrs. Carter!” Sean and Lenny said in unison as they walked into Collin’s house after school at the usual time. They snapped Lisa out of her deep thoughts.

“Hey, boys, how was school?” Lisa replied smiling.

“Pretty good!” Lenny grinned. Sean and Lenny had a confidence about them. They figured that if their friend’s mom could see them jerking off in her house and not only overlook the activity, but also help fund it, then they didn’t have to worry about getting into trouble.

Lisa could almost sense the subtle change in the relationship she had with Collin’s friends based on Lenny and Sean’s tones of voice. She kind of enjoyed the more casual vibe and wanted to go along with it. “I’m glad to hear that. So, did you have a successful shopping trip with the money I gave you?”

Sean mulled over the question. “Well, yes and no.”

“What do mean by that? Did you find comics with real-looking women in them?”

“No. There honestly weren’t any,” Lenny explained. “We looked everywhere.”

“Yeah, so we decided to write, draw, and publish our own,” Sean jumped in.

The 38-year-old mother bared her white teeth and sat up on the living room sofa with interest. “Well I’m actually really impressed by that. Can I read it?”

“No!” Sean abruptly blurted out as a stark look came over his face. “I mean, uh, it’s probably best you don’t. It’s, um, pretty graphic.”

Lisa raised a son for 18 years so she knew what it was like when a child was hiding a secret. She figured Sean and Lenny were just embarrassed about the racy content of the female character. Attempting to rekindle the casual exchange, Lisa laughed, “Listen guys, it’s okay! You don’t have to worry about offending me. I understand you’re young men just trying to get off. If you want to draw hot women with big tits and nice asses I don’t care, as long as it’s realistic.”

The brunette could see how excited the two budding adults were by her comments. She felt liked by them and it was nice to be the cool mom she never tried to be before.

“Yeah,” she continued with the added encouragement, “trust me, I can promise you that there’s nothing in that comic book that you have that female superhero doing that I haven’t already done or seen myself. Honestly, I think it’s great you’re being creative and you can do what you want down there.”

Lenny and Sean were stunned. “Thanks, Mrs. Carter! Oh, and where’s Collin?”

For a moment, Lisa almost had forgotten about Collin being in the house. She began to imagine what he would have thought if he had walked into the middle of that conversation. Why was I talking like that?

“Collin’s downstairs,” Lisa informed before going back deep into thought about her predicament with her son.

*****

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” Collin set aside his phone. “So let’s see that ‘surprise’ you had for us, Sean.”

“Alright,” Sean prefaced, “you know how we couldn’t find a comic with a real woman in it that was also hot enough for us to beat off to?” Collin nodded in agreement. “So,” Sean continued, “I thought since I knew how to draw that I might as well create one. I drew a character and Lenny helped write the story for her. We had them professionally printed like actual comics with the money your mom gave us.”

“Dude, that’s awesome! Let me see it!” Collin was just as ecstatic as his friends were about the concept. However, when Collin asked to see it, Sean and Lenny shot themselves a mischievous smirk.

“There’s one thing you have to promise us first,” Sean started.

“What’s that?”

“That when you read it you won’t get angry with us and that you’ll try to enjoy it no matter what.”

Collin was confused. “What do you mean by that? Why would I get angry? Will I not like the story or something?”

Lenny responded with an uncertain voice, “Something along those lines.”

“Just let me see it already.” Collin was insistent.

“First you have to swear you won’t flip out and that you’ll read it through before commenting on it.”

Collin rolled his eyes. “Fine, I swear.”

“Swear on your comic book collection.”

“What?”

“Swear that you will read the whole thing before commenting and not get angry. And if you do flip out, then Lenny and I get all of your comic books.”

The hockey player figured he was disciplined enough to control his temper regardless of what was on those pages. He was getting antsy and he couldn’t wait any longer. “Fine, I swear on my collection. Let’s just read it already.”

*****

After Sean and Lenny were comfortably seated in the plush chairs along with their anxious friend, Sean reached into his backpack and retrieved three professional-looking comic books. He took one and then passed the remainder down to Lenny, who then gave one to Collin.

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Marcy jumped up from the hot bath she had drawn. The water was getting cool, anyway. She reached her cellphone before the voice mail picked up.

“Hi Mom. You aren’t busy, are you?”

“Not too busy for you. You caught me in the tub. I’m naked and dripping water.”

“Ooh, tell me more!”

“Well, my hair is pulled up, I have suds on my tits, and I just finished shaving my legs and then some.”

“No! You shaved it all? I have to see that. Is that new since Dad left?”

Dad had moved out a while back. As they say, it’s complicated.

‘Yeah, he was old school about that, and, no, you can’t see. We have talked about that.”

“I know, but I can’t speak for my cock, it’s getting hard.”

“Do something about it. Here I will let you talk to Marcy.” She took a moment to assume her alter personality. “Hi, how’s it going? I hear you have a problem that needs a woman’s touch.”

“When I heard you were standing there naked it got me excited. I think we both need a little help. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, thinking of you with a hard dick is getting me excited. I wish you were here.”

“Me too. I want you to go into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. I want you to start rubbing your shaved pussy for me.”

A minute or so later, He heard her heavy breathing through the phone. He began stroking himself, thinking of her rubbing her hairless twat.

“Describe what you are doing.”

“I started rubbing the outside of my pussy, and now I have two fingers inside my wet hole. I’m thinking of the last time you fucked me, wishing you could be here now!”

“Oh Marcy, me too. I want to fuck you again. and many, many more times.”

“You do? I’m going to cum!”

When her moans culminated into an orgasmic scream, it triggered his orgasm.

After catching their breath, Mike got back to the purpose of his call; he would be able to spend the summer break with her after all. He would be there Thursday.

******

When Mike arrived, he slept most of first day from sheer exhaustion from final exams and the trip home. When he awoke, he made his way to the kitchen.

“Well, the dead has risen again. Good to see you up and about. Come give your aunt a hug!”

Mike was puzzled, but went with it. He hugged her.

“Aunt Marcy, I assume?”

“That’s right. I’m your mother’s younger sister. Here to help you while your mom is in Europe for the summer.”

“But Mom, I mean Marcy, I thought we were through with…”

“We are, but I am your aunt. It will serve me for the pool party.”

“What pool party?”

“The one you are going to throw for your friends that still live around here. The cutest ones anyway.”

Mike was catching on now. He knew about her affair with Dave, and he approved. He wasn’t so sure about pimping her out like this. But she wanted it , so he was okay with it. He could set it up and sit back and watch her get hit on by guys his age. It could be fun.

“Are you sure? It will be like throwing meat to a pack of hungry dogs.”

“Let your Aunt Marcy handle it.”

“If you say so. I will set it up.”

Mike got on the phone and managed to find four of his friends to come to the party. He knew they were the horniest of his old gang. He wondered which one would get lucky with his ‘aunt.’ His money was on Tom Meyer. He always seemed to have better luck with the high school girls.

Jim Olinsky also had gotten his share of attention from the ladies back in the day. Both of them were tall and athletic, Jim was blonde and had played basketball. Tom was brunette and heavier than Jim. He had been the back-up quarterback for the football team.

The other two invitees were Lynn and Terry Jameson. They were cousins that went everywhere together. The cousins were short maybe 5-8. They both had jet black hair. Lynn stood out because he was handsome. Terry was on the pudgy side and plain.

The cousins were not really in his sphere of close friends, but Mike was trying to get guys that had never met his Mom.

Mike didn’t like the thought of any of these guy’s hitting on her, so he decided to really buy into her identity as his his aunt. When he did, he found it easier to take and even somewhat exciting.

On the day of the party, Arnavutköy Escort Mike picked up the food and drinks while Marcy had a pedicure and a manicure. She also shopped for a new bikini. Whatever she thought about her soon to be ex-husband, he provided for her financially.

Tom was first to arrive. Mike always had felt intimidated by Tom’s physique, and had to admire how he looked in a swimsuit.

The twins came next. Mike had knick named them Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum in high school and now saw no reason to change that now.

Jim, alway late in school, was the last to show up.

“Mike, is this another one of your sausage fests?”

“That is for your benefit, Jim.”

Tom laughed, “Yes Green, where is the eye candy? I’m so horny I would even do your saggy old momma!”

“She’s not here but my aunt will be here soon.”

“What is she, 70? Maybe if she takes her dentures out.”

As if on cue, Marcy came out of the house in her new, rather skimpy bikini. All five jaws dropped. Mike muttered under his breath, “70, my ass.”

Marcy had purposely worn baggy clothes around the house since Mike had been home. So he was surprised to see how fine she looked. She had obviously been working out. Her body was toned and tanned. Her freshly painted fingernails and toenails we a brilliant red. The new bikini was hardly more than scraps of black fabric held together with red strings. She wore high heeled sandals to boost her 5-2 height as well as make her legs and ass look their best.

She was the dream of every 20-something man. She could pass for a 30-something herself.

Mike marveled at her body and swimsuit as walked by. He then saw that it was a thong and that her entire ass was exposed! While admiring her taut ass, it occurred to him that only the thinnest strip of cloth covered her asshole. He realized that she was serious about getting laid. He also realized that he was getting hard, and suspected his guests were as well.

“Holy shit,” said Tom. “That’s your aunt?”

“She’s holding up well for her age. What was it you said…70?”

He ignored Mike and kept staring at Marcy’s ass. She bent at the waist to set her things down, giving the two guys a glimpse of the outer edges of her little rosebud peeking out from the thin strip of bikini bottom. Tom’s swimsuit got tighter for sure.

Tom shifted a bit to hide his erection. “She married?”

“Divorced. Recently. I’m guessing she hasn’t had any for awhile. A long while.”

“Hmm, really?”

Mike got everyone’s attention. “Hey y’all. This is my gorgeous Aunt Marcy. Marcy this is Tom, Jim, Lynn and his cousin, Terry. Watch out guys, she is recently divorced and ready.”

She playfully slapped at him causing her right nipple to pop halfway out. She didn’t seem to notice but the guests and Mike certainly did.

After that the party was everyone (except me) drinking beer and trying to coax Marcy into the pool. When she went in the water, she was immediately surrounded by horny guys. Tom soon separated her from the herd and had her cornered on the edge of the pool.

“So you are Mike’s aunt? I had no idea he even had an aunt, much less one so beautiful.”

“Thank you. I am his mother’s sister. I moved back here after my divorce.”

“So I heard. Tell me, how a man can be crazy enough to let you go?”

“He wasn’t crazy, He just couldn’t keep it in his pants. He was putting it to his secretary.”

“I can’t believe that anyone would ever want to cheat on you.”

“Thank you again. Believe me, he did. Caught him in the act.”

“He’s crazy then,”

“To be fair, I didn’t look like I do now, but still…what was crazy was that he asked me to join them.”

“What?”

“Oh don’t act like you would’ve turned down a threesome. The question is: would you do a threesome with me and, let say, Tim?”

“It’s Tom. I suppose. If I didn’t have to touch him.”

She reached down and felt his hard cock. “I take that as a yes. I will hold you to that.”

Marcy pushed her hand into his swim trunks and gave his cock several strokes before going to Tom.

“Did you come over here to feel inside my shorts. Or is Jim that smooth of a talker? And, yes, Arnavutköy Escort Bayan I could see well enough to know what you were doing”

“I can’t play favorites, can I?”

With that she tugged his swimsuit down over his erect cock. She moved in closer to keep the others from seeing. His hard dick brushed her abdomen as she gripped it.

“Is that a harpoon or are you happy to see me?”

“Maybe both. You work fast, if I may say so. Not that I’m complaining.”

“I’m divorced, I’m horny. What can I say? By the way, you have a very nice ‘harpoon. It’s been along time since any one harpooned me!”

“Well, I can help you with that.”

He ran his right hand down to cup her all but naked ass and pulled her into his cock. His left hand slid up and he felt her nipple under her top.

“I’m sure you can, in due time. But easy on the groping until then.”

She picked Lynn next. He was quite handsome, she chatted a with him and felt the front of his trunks. Nothing too big.

She had saved Terry for last, He just didn’t appeal to her, but she put on a smile and swam towards him. Was he moving away? She caught up with him.

“No need to be shy. I am just getting acquainted with everyone.”

“I know, but you are so pretty, that I…I get a little shy with pretty girls, er, women.”

“You ever go out to eat or dancing with a pretty girl?”

“Yes, at least she was pretty to me. Lynn didn’t think so. But I did.”

“That’s nice. Would you like to go out with me sometime?” He nodded. “If you let me feel your dick, I will take you on a date. How’s that?”

“Ok. I would like that. A lot.”

After she felt him, she leaned in and whispered something in his ear. He smiled and did what he was told.

When she finally left Terry and swam to Mike, he could see that her face was flush. When they were out of earshot, she confided in him.

“Terry just pulled my swimsuit aside and fucked me!”

“That was bold. I didn’t peg him as that forward.”

“It was my idea. He has the best cock here. I’m sorry but he does. It is so thick! I couldn’t wait to try it out. He didn’t cum by the way. I’m saving that for later.”

“Wow, so he’s your pick. I never would have guessed.”

“I didn’t say that. There are other factors beside dick size. I haven’t sorted through everything yet. And who said I wanted just one?”

She got out of the pool and said, “Everybody let’s go in for snacks.”

Then to Mike she said, “Did you bring the mustard I like, the one with the burgundy wine in it?”

“No.”

“Would you mind? You are the only sober person here.”

“But the only place that sells it is clear across town.”

“Yes it is, so you had better get going soon.”

Mike knew this was only a ploy to keep him away for the better part of an hour. He dutifully obeyed her request and headed across town.

Everyone congregated in the living to graze on the snacks laid out on the coffee table.

The cool air caused Marcy’s nipples to stand proud. When she noticed the attention they were getting she made an announcement.

“Your shorts are all wet, so you can’t sit down. Unless…unless you take them off! I will start it off.

The 45 year-old mom had the full attention of the guys as she slipped her top off. She paused for effect before she pushed the tiny bottoms to the floor, leaving her naked except for her heels. Everyone else stood dumbfounded.

Finally, one-by-one, they took off their swimsuits off, leaving four very hard dicks pointed at her.

“Wow, that looks like a firing squad. Ready, aim…”

She dropped to her knees and took the closest cock in her mouth. She alternated, going clockwise every minute or so. They were all similar, all in the 6 inch range give or take. The odd man out was Terry. He was closer to 7 inches, but it was much thicker than the rest. When Marcy got to him, She lingered a bit more.

The next round she suck each one longer. Jim was the first to explode in her mouth. She made a point of showing everyone her mouthful of young sperm before swallowing it, After seeing that display, Lynn lasted less than a minute, spurting most of his load in her hair.

“Terry’s Escort Arnavutköy already had a little of this pussy. So, Terry, do you mind if the others go ahead of you for now?” Terry nodded, gripping his thick cock.

Marcy laid back on the soft couch. Her legs went skyward, splaying wide. Tom wasted no time in filling her pussy. She pulled him closer.

“Harpoon time,” she whispered.

He nodded and began to roughly pound into her. In a one on one session her would have been much gentler, but this situation called for raw sex.

Mary/Marcy had not been properly fucked in a while. Mary had several dates with co-workers and clients when Ed moved out. The sex had been good but she missed young cock.

And she was getting it today. Tom was quick, unloading into her forcibly.

Jim took his place and was treated to an incredibly slippery pussy. Jim’s cum lubed the way. Jim lasted longer, having already cum from the oral pleasure he had received. While Jim fucked her, she grabbed and stroked Lynn’s cock. He was primed and ready when Jim unloaded.

Lynn also buffeted her now tender pussy.

“Easy,”

She motioned to Terry to come closer and took him into her mouth. For the first time she had two men invade her body at once. She tried to concentrate on Terry’s thick cock but Lynn was getting close and he increased his thrusts. She was working up to a massive orgasm herself.

After Lynn had pulled out and shot his load over her tummy, she was spent.

“Terry, Honey, you don’t mind waiting a while for your turn? I have to have a break.”

She got up and went to the kitchen to bring out more snacks. No one had eaten any yet, but it gave her a moment to evaluate what had just happened.

It was then that Mike returned. He was surprised to see his Mom, or rather Marcy standing naked at the sink. She had lines of semen in her hair, cheek, stomach and running down her thigh.

“Oh my, what is going on?”

He well knew what was happening. He had figured she would pick on of his friends and set something up for later, or maybe discretely take him to her room. One guy could not have produced that much cum.

“Join us in the living room. We are having snacks.”

“I can see that.”

“Let’s go. I owe Terry a fuck.”

Mike followed and saw his friends naked and looking satisfied. Except Terry, that is. He was the only one who was hard. Marcy kneeled on the sofa with her ass wiggling playfully. She implored Terry to get behind her. He slowly worked his tool into Marcy’s open cunt. Her mouth came open in silent ecstasy.

Cousin Lynn encouraged his shy cousin. “Fuck her good, Terry.”

Jim and Tom joined in on the fun, urging Terry on.

Mike, seeing Mary/Marcy having sex with someone else for the first time, was very turned on. He was out of his clothes in a flash. He went behind the sofa and offered his cock to Marcy. She was enjoying Terry’s thick member. She glanced up to see whose cock was in her face.

“Mike, I don’t think we…”

He moved the head into her mouth. “Well, I say we can!”

“Way to go Mike, face fuck you own aunt, you douche bag,”

Mike ignored the harangue. His Mother’s warm mouth made it worth it.

When Terry had finished and had shot what seemed like a world record load on Marcy’s back, Mike stepped in to replace him. She had a look on her face that he didn’t remember seeing before. It was a genuinely loving look. He didn’t dwell on what it might mean. He was intent on once again having sex with her Marcy personality.

*******

When the guys had gone home, Mary, no longer pretending to be Marcy, took a long soak in her bathtub. When she finished, she put on a sheer night dress, and returned to the living room. Mike was asleep on the couch, still naked. She shook him awake.

“Mom, er Marcy?”

“You had it right the first time. I am your mother. I have buried Marcy for good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Marcy had a great time today being a slut and having those young men wrapped around my finger. But that’s not me. And that is who I need to be true to.”

“I made another decision. I am going to sell this house and get an apartment for us close to your college and then move to wherever you find a job.”

“But why?”

“There is nothing for me here. Besides, how will you fuck me everyday if we live apart?”

“Really. That will be wonderful. But don’t you need Marcy for that?”

“Not anymore. I don’t care who knows I am sleeping with my son. Now let’s get you showered and in bed. My bed. Our bed.”

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Mom married Pappy’s son, Herald, when I was ten. Then our merged family, including my older step-brother, Able, moved to Texas. The minute I first stepped out onto the dusty soil of Pappy’s stud ranch, smelled horses, and met the old man—I fell in love with the place. Maybe even him.

It didn’t take long to find out Pappy’s tack room in the second barn was always locked. There’d been times Able and I had wanted to steal a peek inside, but I respected Pappy too much to piss him off—he had a soft heart, but a temper that ran hotter than the Texas sun in August. All in all, Able eventually tried to pick the lock without me. When Pappy caught him…let’s just say I was glad I hadn’t participated. Able was banned from the stables by his own grandpa.

Pappy always watched me closely, even while I mucked stalls. He protected me, guided me, taught me, bolstered my confidence around large animals. He was the wisest, smartest, toughest man alive, and even now, looked like a weathered forty even though he was over sixty.

In my early teens he’d stand behind me to make sure I didn’t fall when I climbed round-pen rails and curiously watched stallions hook mares. He’d whisper close to my ear and explain things as the mating happened. His raspy southern accent would lower by octaves until I was straining back against his chest to hear him, the area between my legs warming at the change in his voice. I liked that heat I felt, and how his peppermint breath always stirred the wispy baby-blond hairs around my neck. He sucked on mint drops from sunup to sundown.

Mom and Herald knew I loved the ranch, and that I one day wanted to run it for Pappy unlike Able, who resented my relationship with the old man. When I was seventeen, both parents were enraged when I refused to plan for college. Pappy took up my defense. He’d said I could move in with him after I graduated high school. If I proved myself, I’d have an inheritance.

Now, the night of my eighteenth birthday, I made the last rounds in the second barn. Yup, the tack room was still locked. Tomorrow was my graduation ceremony, but I planned on being here in the morning to learn the summertime feeding routine before I left to collect my diploma.

Peering into the horse’s stalls at the water levels, I noticed the damn trough that still had a broken auto-fill sensor needed to be topped off. I headed for the nearest bucket, started filling it.

I was eighteen now, had never been kissed let alone had a boyfriend. Pappy always complimented my blond hair and big green eyes, but said that boyfriends were distractions. I needed to focus on taking over the family business.

Anyhow, I was about to pour the last bucket of water into the trough, when Pappy walked confidently into the open space between the two rows of eight stalls on either side of me.

“You’re a damn hard worker, Amy.” He sounded impressed. It was hard to impress him.

I poured the water without looking or responding, feeling his eyes on me. As usual. But I liked that he cared. I hadn’t ever been truly hurt out here, other than minor bruises and bumps, all because he took the time to teach me how to handle myself. I’d grown a steely spine as a result.

“Don’t you think you should be celebratin’ your birthday?” he asked, his Texas drawl like warm caramel to my Californian ears. Again, as usual, he sucked on a peppermint drop.

“But I am, Pappy. No other place I’d rather be.” I finally turned to face him, taking in the rough growth along his sharp jaw, speckled with gray. He had to shave every morning, no doubt.

The older man that I’d worshiped for years still had a full head of hair. I always coyly joked he should stop wearing his cowboy hat to show it off. The spots that weren’t ashy were almost black. His lean body was solid and broader than most men his age. He still seemed like the most powerful man on earth to me. I’d seen pictures of him younger. He’d have put the mid-century actor, Montgomery Cliff, to shame.

“No other place, huh?” His thick ashy eyebrows rose. “No boy you’d rather be with? Billy, Pete or Buck not appealin’ enough for you?”

I laughed at him mentioning his stable boys. I walked up to Pappy with the empty bucket in my hand and a humorous sparkle in my eyes.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.” That silver gaze kept roving over my denim jeans and t-shirt.

I couldn’t explain the sudden heat that made my cheeks feel freshly shucked. Or the sudden spear of something I didn’t know about, a moisture that pooled between my legs that only happened when Pappy was around. My body was alive with restless energy.

“You know I don’t play with boys, Pappy,” I nervously huffed, shifting on my feet.

“Cuz you’re such a focused girl, Amy.” His pale silver eyes met mine, those pupils large and making him look like he could rearrange the earth’s gravitational pull, they were so heavy. “You straighten out…the female issues…?”

I lightly laughed again at the discomfort in his voice, Anadoluhisarı Escort reaching forward to squeeze his hand. “About a month ago. The doctor gave me a prescription.” Up until I’d been on birth control, my periods and moods had been shaky. The leveling of my hormones helped a lot.

The hand I held in mine stiffened while he looked down, into me. I was so close to him, I felt the heat from his body as well as his wisdom, his life experience, streaming into my eyes.

“What kind of prescription, hon?”

“The kind that makes women…” My cheeks were going to set fire to the hay loft.

“Birth control?” he supplied.

I nodded, tucking my lower lip between my teeth, anxious. He was stubborn, always said my generation didn’t have any work ethic, that we took too many pills and didn’t know about consequences. Maybe that’s why I tried to impress, gain his approval. I wanted to be worthy, another reason I didn’t dally with boys. Well that, and the fact he provided a high standard.

“That changes things,” he mumbled, but clearly enough for me to hear.

I lifted the bucket to signal I had to put it away, moved to pull my other hand from his grip. But he didn’t let me go, and I immediately met his gaze in surprise.

“Tonight’s special, Amy. You’re eighteen now.” Those silver eyes turned into smoldering coals. “And I want to give you somethin’, which is why I’m out here.”

The first thought that came to mind was the tack room. I hesitantly glanced at the locked door behind me, located square underneath the hay loft, then back at him.

“Yup. You got it right,” he stated, low and sultry. “Before I let you inside, you need to agree to somethin’.”

I saw the heat in his gaze, how the wrinkles tensed around his full lips. His expression enflamed the heat between my legs into a full wildfire. It was the same reaction I’d had when he explained how the stallion’s ‘cock’ entered the mare’s ‘sweet spot’ and he left a ‘gift’ behind.

“What?” I hated the breathless quality in my voice. I sounded weak, indecisive.

He kept his hold on my free hand and leaned in close, his scent so rugged. Like salt and leather and crisp soap. And peppermint. He might’ve been old, but he smelled virile as a stallion. “You won’t tell anybody what happens behind that door.”

I shook my head, swallowing hard. I dropped the bucket, the metal handle ringing as it hit the plastic. I jumped at the sound. “Don’t you mean don’t tell anybody what I see?”

“That too,” he smiled softly, his other work-roughened hand slowly reaching up and cupping my cheek. “Just don’t tell about—what happens, what you see, or what you feel.”

“Okay,” I breathed out, wondering if my limbs would vibrate right off my body. Dang.

This wasn’t supposed to—I shouldn’t be feeling so…alert or aware of myself. Not around Pappy. He was the man I admired most. Without another word, he led us to the door. His free hand reached into his Levis and took a single key from a back pocket.

When I walked into the room in front of him, I took in the cozy smell of old leather and jasmine. There was a bouquet of my favorite flower in a vase on the small desk to my left on top of what looked like a closed book. The financials, no doubt.

“You got me jasmine,” I whispered, touched. Most days he was gruff, had a sandpaper-personality. I was surprised a man so full of grit and abrasive qualities could be so considerate.

My gaze wandered over the hooks on the walls, the plethora of prize-bridles he’d won before I was born, decades ago. What surprised me most was the double bed set low on a flat wooden frame in the corner to my right, with built-in bookshelves that extended up to the eight foot high ceiling. There was enough space in here for a small party.

“You sleep in here sometimes?” I asked, turning to him as he locked the deadbolt.

That was odd. For some reason the area between my legs moistened more. Maybe in response to the whole atmosphere. Pappy had prepared the room for its reveal, and this showed me he cared. No matter how hard he pushed me to get tougher around horses, he loved me.

He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at me through hooded lids. “Temperpedics are good for the sore joints and all.”

“Translation: You don’t want people to know that you’re getting old? This mattress has to be brand spanking new because the mice haven’t eaten it yet.”

He laughed at my practical comment, a hardy sound that came from his chest. “Yeah. But there’s somethin’ else I do in here. It’s the reason there’re jasmine on the desk, on a regular special order with the florist. There’s always jasmine in here.”

“You know they’re my favorite…”

“You’re my favorite, Amy.” He pointed to his bulging crotch.

I didn’t understand. “Pappy?”

In an instant his chest was flush with mine, that peppermint breath panting down, his hands grasping my waist. Those Anadoluhisarı Escort Bayan full lips surrounded by wrinkles and age were on mine, pressing, pushing for something. This was my first kiss. I was innocent and he knew that, even though a kiss was hard to deny. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but his tongue filled my orifice.

And then I realized. He wanted to mount me. Like a stallion ready to fill his mare with that ‘gift’ Pappy always talked to me about. He’d also called it sap, sticky juice, baby batter.

He finally lifted his head, piercing me with pale eyes. “I’m the stallion, darlin’.”

“And I’m the mare?” I tried to sound cheeky, sassy. Like I knew what to expect or what was going on. All that occurred to me in the moment was that I felt alive, livened. My veins pumped fire. A strike of adrenaline spiked the bottom of my stomach, then I looked up at him with clueless eyes.

“I’ll show you. Just like I talked you through watchin’ all those breedin’s, I’ll talk you through this.” He stepped back, turned towards the bed. “You’re legal now. It’s okay for us.”

Fear overtook me the moment I felt his warmth disappear. “Pappy…”

His arms returned to embrace me in my budding panic. “Sit down on the bed, sweetie. Come on, Pappy’ll give you your gift over here. I’m going to take my time, though.”

He guided me over, sat next to me on the mattress and on top of the clean brown comforter, one arm remaining around my shoulders while the other did short work with my waistband. In an instant his rough fingertips rested at the top of my panties, flat on my abdomen.

“I’m gonna twinkle you, sweetie.” He put his forehead to my temple and scented me like a horse sizing up a new handler. “Mmm, your smell is strong.”

“Twinkle?”

“That’s going to be our code for this.” His tone was firm, but I could tell by how tense he was, that he really wanted whatever was about to happen, to happen. “I’m gonna twinkle you. Lay back, let’s take off your pants and panties.”

I helped him slide my jeans and white cotton bikini-cut underwear from around my ankles, feeling naughty but needing his touch. Somehow I knew he could help relieve me of my ache, the moisture, the budding burn between my legs. Pappy had filled all the male roles I’d been missing in my life for the past eight years. Not even his son Herald or my real, worthless dad would compare.

I wanted Pappy’s fingers like I wanted candy—I knew it was bad, but craved it anyway.

“Under the covers,” he urged, shifting to draw back the comforter and top sheet.

I moved to do his bidding, paused once I’d gotten underneath out of confusion. Shouldn’t I be naked? Everything I’d heard about bedtime with men involved flesh. And wasn’t this wrong? It was incestuous. I wanted Pappy to give me…what I needed, whatever that was. Which wasn’t normal, was it? I didn’t know about any of this. The sheets trembled over my half-bare body when I finally glanced up.

He’d been watching me. “Take the shirt and bra off, too, darlin’.”

“What about you, Pappy?” I asked, even while I rushed to do his bidding. My nipples were already pebbled, and a surge of absolute heat rushed my cheeks when I finally lay bare. He stood over the side of the bed and took in the sight. “Is this wrong?”

“No, sweetie. It’s all kinds of right. As for me? Tomorrow. If you like bein’ twinkled tonight, we’ll come back tomorrow. Makin’ you feel good is your gift for now.”

“Okay.”

So he lowered himself next to me fully clothed, his body vibrating tension, as he rested on his side and faced me. He supported his head with one arm and a pillow. I liked how he felt next to me, how his plain undershirt seeped heat into my skin closest to him.

“You don’t need to do anythin’. Just be yourself, Amy. It’ll come natural,” he breathed out, looking at my body like the sight of it was his present. “Twinkling is a form of love. And I’m gonna love you right now.”

In an instant his free hand lowered, skirting the valley between my exposed breasts, then flattening over my abdomen, and dipping lower. Lower.

The moment his thumb circled over what felt like a nerve bed at the apex of my legs, his mouth hungrily took in one of my nipples. Sucked on it. Hard. I arched upward as the spike of pleasure shot through. The movement caused friction where his fingers worked down below.

“Mmm, you like this, too,” he said, between alternating from one nipple to the other. “You like it when Pappy touches you. You’re already wet for me.”

“Yessss,” I hissed, feeling his special touch slide into my girly folds.

Pappy played. He suckled my flesh, my moisture pooling where he spent most of his attention. “Wanted to twinkle you for sooo long, Amy. But it was wrong. I couldn’t do this for you before you came of age. Pappy wants to mount this.” He shoved his forefinger into my vagina but stopped when I gasped.

There Escort Anadoluyakası was something blocking him from sliding it deeper. “Sorry, Pappy.”

“No, sweetie, it’s your hymen. I like that it’s there, even though you’ve ridden your fair share of saddles,” he cooed with his deep drawl, sounding pleased. “I’ll be the first in this.”

My pelvis moved on its own accord in reaction to his whispers and expert fingers. I knew something was building towards an end inside of me. I whimpered, I cried, I sounded weak. But in the end, when Pappy twinkled my whole body into shaking quivers, I let go of all thought.

A burst of pleasure I hadn’t ever experienced before shuddered my insides.

“That’s it, sweetie. Good little girl. Goooood girl. Twinkle for me. Mmmm.” Pappy sounded so calm while he shook with me, ground his fully clothed crotch into my thigh and stuck his finger as deep as it would go. “You liked that?”

“Yes,” I whispered, knowing what we were doing was wrong.

The wrinkles around his lips shifted as he frowned. “Both of us liked it. There’s nothin’ to be ashamed of. Pappy is showin’ you how much he loves you, that’s all.”

His fingers trebled my wet flesh, nursing me into a euphoric slumber. I awoke with a start, to the feel of lips on my ear and fingers down there again. In a minute he had me exploding in his hold again, shaking and crying out ‘Pappy’ in shuddering breaths. This time, afterwards, he pulled his jeans down and his cock sprang out while he faced me on his side, stroked his genitals with his hand. I watched with wide, innocent eyes. Recognizing that I was aroused.

“Gonna give you a little gift, sweetie. I’ll help rub this baby batter onto your tummy, okay?” His voice was strained, but I couldn’t drag my attention from the tip of his cock, all red and bulbous. It had a little hole and a creamy juice dripped out the harder he worked the sizable length of his shaft.

His breathing changed. Became harsher, catchy, as his hand moved faster. Faster. Now that I recognized the feel of arousal in my body, watching him get so close to finding the same pleasure made me heat up with anticipation. He gripped his cock and pumped. So fast.

Both his legs trapped one of mine, his hand stroking furiously. He let out a grunt, then a moan. And then a stream of baby batter jetted out as he grunted again, in obvious pleasure. The same I’d found. The liquid lashed out, covering the skin on my abdomen. When Pappy stopped stroking, he started rubbing the sticky thickness into my skin.

“There you go,” he whispered, working his delivery into my pores. “You’re marked, Amy. You’re mine now. Tomorrow night I’ll show you more.”

*****

“There’s somethin’ different about you, Amy,” Buck said, confused, while I handed him a round of wormers to be shoved down the throats of three unsuspecting stallions as they ate. “You find a boy to give it to you finally?”

Hell, none of my friends from school had commented during the graduation ceremony this morning. Hmm, but Buck worked with me daily and despite being a cute brunette with sparkly blue eyes, his most remarkable quality was his ability to observe people and horses.

“Don’t you know by now, Buck?” I cast a more-confident-than-I-really-was expression his way, glancing casually at the main office door. Pappy wasn’t around.

“Know what?” he asked, falling into my trap like a trooper.

I quirked a brow up high on my forehead. “I need a man, not a boy.”

“Ha!” he slapped his knee and winked. “Who brought a spitfire like you down?”

“No one, asshole. Get to work.” I had to finish my chores before the afternoon ended.

That night, exhausted and covered in dust from a hard day, Pappy walked down and met me at the tack room door. He’d just finished a shower, judging by his damp marbled hair and the scent of musky masculine soap. His knowing smile was enough to make my cheeks color.

“Ready, sweetie?” he asked, unlocking the deadbolt.

“I need to wash up at the house first, Pappy.”

“Always so practical,” he chuckled, leading me in, turning on the light, and twisting the lock. “You didn’t see the bathroom last night?” He pointed to a small door farther inside, past the full bed. “Strip down, and I’ll watch you wash up.”

He made me keep the little curved sliding door to the corner shower open while he sat on the toilet lid and took in the sight of me washing.

“You looked pretty in your graduation gown, sweetie. Made me want to twinkle you the whole time.” His southern drawl came out strong over the sound of running water.

I paused while cleaning between my legs. “You haven’t spared me a glance all day.”

“Only because the boys’d clue in on what I’m doin’ with you, darlin’.” His silver eyes held humor. Heat. Gravity, as he looked straight into my gaze.

My nipples puckered, the area between my legs sparked with sensual awareness.

“Finish up. Come on, be quick, sweetie.” Pappy rubbed his crotch and shifted.

By the time I turned the water off, he’d gotten a towel and held it wide for me. I stepped into it, felt the ends and his strong arms wrap me up tight from behind. “Thank you, Pappy.”

“Anythin’ for my little girl.” He rubbed his crotch against my rear end, making me feel how hard his cock was.

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One would be wise to read in the following sequence, “Marcia and Daddy Confessions I”, “More Confessions From Marcia” and finally, “Marcia Spies on Daddy” in order for this story to have more continuity.

Regardless, reading just “Marcia Spies on Daddy’ will suffice to bridge a natural segue way to this story.

Those three chapters were written specifically for a female friend of mine who confessed she had strong sexual feelings for her farther starting when she was 14 after she discovered her father’s interest in incest and specifically in her, while using his computer. Her sexual feelings for her father continued to her 30th birthday.

Those feelings were never acted on by either Marcia or her father. The segments were written for her as a fantasy way for the father and daughter to communicate their feelings to each other. The segment titled “Marcia Spied on Daddy” has a good deal of truth woven into the story when dealing with her discovery of what was on her father’s desktop. That happened when Marcia was actually 14, not 18. The rest of the story is a fantasy.

Because Literotica cannot allow any sexual contact with story characters under 18, those segments needed major editing to conform to that policy. Unfortunately a good portion of the natural continuity of the fantasy relationship was lost due to that editing.

I may rewrite those chapters someday and include the three with this story. Regardless this story can stand alone and hopefully will bring a pleasurable experience to some of those who read it.

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Marcia has discovered several folders on her father’s computer dealing with father/daughter incest. She found one folder that had stories written by her father involving the two of then sharing intimacy. She has been looking into various files for some time now and is concerned she may be caught. The story follows.

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Marcia looked at the clock on the screen and realized that daddy could walk in any time now. Frantically, she closed the folder and shut the computer down. She strode briskly to her bedroom, closed and locked the door. She pulled her tee-shirt over her head, removed her bra, and then pushed her shorts down her legs. Her panties came off with the shorts. She stood naked in front of the mirror taking in her nude reflection. Yes, she told herself, she was still the same 18 year old daughter; the same daughter she’d been all her life, but what she just learned from snooping in her father’s computer added a new twist to her life.

She well knew she could get the boys at school to jump through hoops for her if she gave them a sexy look or smile. She had a very good idea of the power a pussy held over the silly guys in her classes who always tried without success to feel her up or beg to have her jerk them off. These were not guys she dated but rather just “boys” who felt the need to try their luck with her.

This was different, very different. She now understood she had the ability to turn on a handsome, virile man who was more than twice her age. The fact that it was her father made it even more amazing to her. “My Daddy wants to fuck me. He wants to cum in my pussy. He wants to do to her what her girlfriend Jean did to her a few months earlier. Daddy wants to eat my pussy! “

She ran her hands up her flanks to her chest She began by cupping her large breasts enjoying their weight in her hands. Next she rolled and squeezed her nipples. She continued to caress a breast with her right hand and moved her left hand across her abdomen and continued downward until she reached her pussy. Using a finger Marcia began to stimulate her clitoris through the sparse curls of her trimmed blonde bush. She put her index finger into her wet opening moving it around to get wet and brought the moistened digit back to her clit.

Marcia could feel the heat building in her crotch as she played with her clit. She moved her other hand down between her legs and gently pushed a finger into her pussy making sure she did so without rupturing her hymen. She stared at herself in the mirror wishing the hands that were caressing her sexy slit were her father’s.

She needed more, so she squatted not missing a single stroke as she fingered herself. She opened her bottom dresser drawer and reached under the sweatshirts to where she kept the remainder of a candle. She felt around until she found it. She deliberately chose a short candle for her pleasure because she knew it would not go in her deep enough to pop her virgin pussy’s cherry. Marcia fantasized it was her father Anthony’s cock that she would soon feel in her pulsating pussy.

She took the candle out of the drawer and stared at it for several seconds disappointed it wasn’t longer before she ran her tongue over the bottom end. She placed it in her mouth and sucked it like a cock taking its entire length with little effort, fantasizing she was sucking her Aşağıdudullu Escort father’s s cock. She got it very wet with her saliva pretending it was daddy’s big hard prick in her mouth.

Marcia wanted more. She pulled her makeshift dildo from her mouth, moved it between her legs and pushed it into her waiting slit. She sinuously moved up and down on the fake cock. Her eyes were closed imagining it was daddy’s cock that she was riding. A long, loud groan escaped her lips as she slowly pleasured herself to oblivion.

The noise caught the attention of Anthony who was in his bedroom changing into some comfortable clothes after coming home from work. Marcia was so into her sex play that she did not heard him come in. She was so worked up at that point she probably would have continued the fantasy of making love to her father even if she knew he was at home.

Anthony reacted instantly when he heard what was going on in the next bedroom. He discovered sometime after he allowed Marcia to move into the larger bedroom, formerly an office and workout room for his ex-wife Diane, that the placement of the air conditioner vents between the two rooms made it easy for him to hear whatever was happening in his daughter’s bedroom.

If he sat in his closet it was almost like he was in the same room with his daughter. He spent many a night on his bedroom chair, stroking his cock while listening to Marcia masturbate. He knew she had a high sex drive and was fairly sure she was still a virgin. She did not date much and in fact had not gone out on a date with a guy for over a year and a half to the best of his recollection.

More important, he did not think she would masturbate every night if she was fucking someone. Listening to his young daughter pleasuring her body every night before she went to sleep was one of the things he loved about his “Marcia”. She gave him ample opportunity with her evening activities to fill an encyclopedia full of erotic thoughts and fantasized scenarios.

Anthony thought, “Marcia masturbating before she goes to sleep? This is highly unusual. I wonder if something got her worked up. Perhaps she found one of my porn videos and got hot from watching.” Anthony could feel his cock swell as he listened to the gasps and moans his daughter made as she touched herself. He slid his boxer shorts off and stood naked by his closet, slowly stroking his stiff cock.

Continuing to jerk himself lightly, he went to his drawer, reached in and pulled out his trusty pair of panties. He got a tremendous thrill using his daughter’s panties for this purpose. The idea of where they were, on his daughters hot pussy, before he sneaked them from the laundry hamper was a huge sexual turn on for him. An added bonus was the way the satiny fabric they were constructed from felt on his cock. He had cum in them so many times he took to secretly hand washing them to get rid of his dried crusty discharges.

He reached into the drawer of his night stand and pulled out a tube of K-Y, squirted some on his cock and began working it up and down his shaft. He was imagining this would be how Marcia’s juices would feel around his cock. He moved the chair into the closet taking a hand towel with him. Anthony positioned the chair where the sounds from Marcia’s bedroom were best heard. He sat down he began to stroke himself knowing he was going to work his prick until he came. As he played with his cock his head was full of erotic images of him and his daughter fucking.

Marcia’s legs started to ache from being in the squatting position for so long. She decided to stand while keeping the candle/dildo firmly embedded in her pussy. Her cunt was so tight there was no need for her to hold it in place as she walked to her bed and lay down on her back. Now she began to seriously fuck herself. She could feel her climax beginning to get close. She had done this many, many times since discovering how wonderful it felt to play with her pussy. Lost in the mental image if her fantasy Marcia moaned audibly as she thought to herself,” Oh daddy,” then, “Mmmmmmm. Fuck me with your beautiful cock. I want to feel you fill me up. Ummm, ahhhh, yeeaaaahh.”

Anthony’s hand was moving rapidly over his red/purple prick as he listened to his daughter’s sexy moans. “God, I wish that was my cock fucking that pussy,” he thought. He looked down at his cock and he was certain he could please her with it. He was not huge, but big enough at 6 ½ to 7 inches and medium thick with a nice head. He imagined his cock would be the perfect size and shape for Marcia’s petite physique. He so wanted to feel it enter her taboo virgin pussy.

Marcia’s pussy lips were large enough to stick out from her mound allowing her easy access to her pussy. When she had something inside her cunt it gripped like a vice. She was imagining that it was her father who was getting that feeling of tightness on his cock instead of the candle, and the wickedness of the thought Aşağıdudullu Escort Bayan spurred her arousal higher and higher.

As she approached her orgasm she began to pump the candle stub faster and faster in her cunt. It was making squishing noises as she fucked herself. These sounds were very sexy to her; they were almost obscene she thought. A series of involuntary guttural groans from deep in her throat told her she was getting close to her climax.

Then it was there; the now very familiar feeling reaching to the core of her gut and cunt. She emitted a loud moan and caught her breath. For a split second she hung on the edge as she slowed down her movements in an attempt to prolong the indescribable sensations rippling through out her body right before the explosion. With a deep groan her body went into convulsions as a massive orgasm swept her body from head to toe. Without thinking about what she was saying Marcia spoke out loud, “Oh daddy. Oh my God daddy. Fuck me, fuck me daddy.”

For several indescribably fantastic seconds she was overwhelmed with her climax; her pussy exploded on the home made candle/dildo. Her cunt walls were having spasms and contracting much stronger than ever before. Marcia was in a sexual stupor for some time. She came back to reality when she felt the wetness of her orgasm discharge on her hand.

As he heard the telltale sound of Monica’s orgasm getting close Anthony stroked himself harder and harder, feeling the tightening in his prostate as the gland prepared for an ejaculation. When he heard his sweet young virgin daughter shout, “Oh daddy. Oh my God daddy. Fuck me, fuck me daddy,” he knew his orgasm was seconds away. With his mind lost in the fantasy fuck, he stroked a few final times then watched as his cock spewed out several strings of cum one of which landed on the hand towel on his lap.

The first shot flew nearly two feet in the air and the rest went almost as far until the pulsing stopped. The last few were weaker and the last of his cum flowed over his hand.. His body shook as he squeezed out the final few drops of semen. He squeezed his prick to push out any remaining semen and got up to clean himself. He realized it had to be at least a year before his wife Diane left since he climaxed that hard.

His thoughts went back to what he heard his daughter say as she came. He took a second or two to process what he just heard Marcia say as she came, his brain too caught up with the wonderful sensations his climax was causing. What he heard puzzled him. He was sure he heard her say “Daddy” more than once and was confused by her action. He put the thought on hold as he prepared to clean up the mess caused by his climax.

Marcia stayed on her bed as the afterglow of the massive orgasm waved throughout her hard young body. It had been a first for her. She had many very nice climaxes since she started to masturbate, but never had she cum that intensely, that completely. She felt totally satisfied. She gave some thought about what just happened.

Marcia understood and accepted the simple fact so obvious to her; she knew the amazing intensity of this climax came as a result of her fantasy of fucking her father. As her wits and focus returned she became aware of movement in her father’s room. Marcia realized he was home.

What had he heard? Not sure if she was more embarrassed than frightened with the knowledge her father may have heard everything, Marcia wondered if he had been home for the entire time she fucked herself. Then a slow, almost sinister smile played across her face as she realized that she didn’t care if he had heard her or not. She came to the realization some time during her frantic masturbation session; she had made up her mind. She was going to do it. She was going try to get her father to fuck her. So what if it was incest. She didn’t care if it was taboo.

She needed to be a woman for her “Daddy”, and based on what she found in his drawer and his computer, he obviously wanted her to be his woman. He had professed his love for her during the course of the stories about them in the password protected folder. Marcia clearly understood that love was not father/daughter love. It was, “I am in love with you love.” Yes, he loved her and wanted her in a carnal way. Marcia accepted a simple truth; she loved him and wanted him in the same fashion. Those odd feelings for her father had started when she was 14. Now, four years later she was sure of what she wanted to happen. She wanted to make love to her father.

Anthony threw on a pair of cargo shorts added a polo shirt and headed for the kitchen to wrangle up something to eat. He still did not equate what he heard his daughter say or why she shouted out daddy several times while climaxing.

He nearly bumped into Marcia as she emerged from her bedroom. He couldn’t help but notice that she was flushed, her hair was tousled and she smelled of sex. He took a long look at Escort Aşağıdudullu his daughter and noticed something unusual about her appearance.

From the way her nipples were poking through the material of her tee-shirt he was sure his daughter hadn’t bothered to put on a bra. That was very unlike Marcia. He could count the number of times she was bra-less since her breasts developed into her now generous cup size. He wondered if she simply forgot or if there was more to it than that.

Marcia had long known that men liked to see women in tee-shirts without a bra, and she figured her father was no different. Truthfully, bras for Marcia were mostly because of her modesty or to keep her nipples from becoming irritated especially when she was practicing with the marching band. There was something about the stiffness of the uniform front that was very annoying to her nipples.

She was thought by most of the boys in her class to have the biggest and nicest shaped breasts in the high school. She was extremely well endowed, a generous D size cup, blessed with very dense breasts and really did not need a bra for support. Her breasts sat up high and proud on her chest with only a minimum of sag.

Not finding much in the refrigerator they decided to have pizza delivered. They sat down at the table after the pizza delivery discussing various subjects. Marcia was intelligent enough to know now was not the time to mention anything about what she had found earlier that day. She still had some serious concerns about that. She was not sure how Anthony would react if she told him what she discovered while snooping in his personal computer files.

She didn’t want to discuss what she had seen just yet. Marcia wanted to think this through in order to formulate a plan that would culminate with the seduction of her “Daddy”. For his part, Anthony was pleased to see her in a tight tee-shirt giving him an ample eye full of her lovely ample breasts.

As they worked together in the small kitchen cleaning up after eating, Anthony found himself for at least the thousandth time over the last four years tempted to simply take his daughter in his arms and make his feelings known. His cock was hard again with the thoughts he was enjoying about her. He wanted to so badly, but morality issues coupled with the fear Marcia would think of him as the worst kind of sick pedophile pervert for desiring her in a carnal way again caused him to stifle those urges.

If she were looking at incest porn and fantasizing being with her father that still was not the same as actually wanting to do it for real. Another caveat in need of serious consideration was the fact that if he touched her and she resisted his affection he could very well ruin his excellent relationship they did enjoy as father/daughter. In addition was the fear of being disgraced in his daughter eyes by his actions.

After getting her lunch ready for school the next day, Marcia kissed her father on the cheek the way she always did before going to her bedroom and was in bed by 9:30. Lying in bed with a hundred thoughts in her head she was conscious of how exciting the day’s events were for her. She was about to embark on an adventure.

She still had many questions concerning how she should go about getting her father to make love to her. Added to that was the prospect of doing something so forbidden, the thought of which thrilled her to the core. She had wanted to have sex so badly since the night she and Jean spent exploring each other on a sleep over. That was already several months behind her and yet she was still a virgin.

Marcia knew why she had not allowed any of the boys she once dated to fuck her. She felt they were so immature, especially when she compared their behavior around her with her fathers. They would look at her breasts and body and rudely gawk at her making her feel like a sexual object to them. She had heard a few guys crassly refer to her as a hot piece of meat. Because of that and because of her growing interest in her father she stopped dating almost two years ago.

Daddy, on the other hand, was so much more adult about the way he admired her sexy body. There was just something different about the way he made her feel when he took her in. Somehow when daddy looked her over, rather than making her feel like a sexual object or dirty, he made her feel like an attractive woman.

Another important consideration was her reputation. A few of her high school girl friends had slept with boys. It didn’t take more than a couple of hours for that kind of news to spread through the high school the next day. These girls were immediately the focus of attention from all the “cool” guys who wanted only one thing from them; to get laid. In short order every one of these girls earned reputations as being sluts. They soon were hearing stories about how they had fucked guys they didn’t even know. The male need to brag about sexual conquest was far stronger in high school boys than honesty or discretion.

Eventually she was able to shut out the myriad of thoughts spinning through her head. Still sexually charged after all that happened today, she felt the need for another release and masturbated to climax for the second time. Marcia’s head was full of positively erotic thoughts about her “Daddy” as she fell asleep .

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All characters engaged in sexual activities are at least 18 years of age. Be forewarned, this story involves a very lucky and hugely gifted male who learns there can be a golden side to what he thought was a curse. If you can’t handle stories involving much bigger than average equipment then just move on to the next story. This story is total fiction so any resemblance to real persons or actions is totally coincidental.

The first time I felt different was when I was ten and my mom took my waist and leg measurements and bought me new blue jeans for school. When I put them on, with her help, I winced in pain. She asked me what was wrong and I said through gritted teeth, “Too tight, Mommy, too tight!” She put her fingers in the waist band and jiggled it as I grimaced again. She told me I had plenty of room and I said, “Not there, here,” and I pointed to my crotch.

My mom stood up and closed my bedroom door before she knelt before me and unsnapped then unzipped me. As soon as she tugged the jeans down just a little bit I moaned a sigh of relief. She looked at me with a very puzzled expression before pulling them down all the way. “Oh thank you Mommy,” I said, “the pain is gone now.”

“Okay, Jimmy, please point to exactly where it hurt you.” Mom raised her eyebrows when I pointed to my cock in my briefs. “You’re sure, honey?” Again I pointed with my finger right on my cock. She looked very nervous and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why. “Well, maybe these are too tight,” she said and tugged my underwear down to my knees.

I noticed mom was staring into my eyes as she did this and then still looking in my eyes she said, “Is this any better?” When I told her not really she said, “Let me get your dad.” He came in and pulled my pants back up making me wince in pain again. Taking one look at me he told me to take them off, then told my mom that I needed to have dress slacks instead of jeans…that I needed more room. She never bought me blue jeans again, and the kids at school teased me all the time about my ‘business suit’ like pants that I always wore.

I guess I should tell something about my family, so here’s a brief synopsis. Mom and dad got married when she was almost 14 ½ and he was 19, which resulted in my sister being born when mom was 15. I was born 10 days after mom’s 16th birthday. There were complications and mom could no longer have children. I am now a high school senior of 17, my sister Meg is 18 and goes to the local community college. My dad showed he is still just a little prick when he packed his bags 3 years ago and left to shack up with his 21 year old secretary. After he left that night, when my mom finally stopped crying she said to me, “I guess that really makes you the man of the house now.” I never caught the significance of her wordage till after my 18th birthday.

Just before my junior year started, I turned down an invitation from my grand father and my uncle to go fishing with them. My mom really thought I should go but I didn’t like leaving her alone so I stood firm in my decision. They called the day before heading back home telling me I’d really missed a great time as they had caught tons of trophy sized fish. I told them I’d believe it when they got home. They never made it. An over hours semi truck driver crossed the center line at 90 miles an hour and flattened grandpa’s F-150 pickup.

My mom told me after the funeral that I was now the man of the entire family. Grandma Karla had my mom when she was 18; she had my aunt four years later. Then her doctor found some cysts on her ovaries and had to remove them. So anyway, here I am, 17, almost 18, with Meg also 18 years old. Mom is 34; her birthday was eight days ago. My aunt Peg (who never had any kids) is a few months away from being untrustworthy (30) and my grandma is a very nice looking 52 years young.

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It was a Friday night and I had a date with a new girl in school – none of the girls I’d grown up with would go out with me due to the rumors about my having a tube sock stuffed in my shorts. (Our school had no gym class and I wasn’t into sports so nobody there had a chance to know the truth.) Just before midnight that night I walked in the house, slammed the door then stormed off to my bedroom. Shortly my mom tapped on my door wanting to talk but I didn’t feel like talking. I felt like a freak and thought I should see a doctor to get my problem fixed. Tomorrow I’d be 18 and inherit some money from my Grandpa and I would use that to end my torment.

“Please, honey, let me in so we can talk. I know you are upset, maybe we can talk it over and you’ll feel better,” my mom said. After the fifth time pleading with me I unlocked the door and told her to come in if she had to. I was lying on my stomach on my bed when she entered the room. “Jimmy, what’s wrong, what happened tonight?”

“Oh, mom, it’s the same shit, just like always!” I said as I buried my head in my pillow.

“Jimmy, you always say that but you’ve never told me just what the ‘shit’ was the first time. It’s just ‘the same shit’ what ever that is. How can I Atakent Escort help you if I don’t know what it was to begin with?” Mom’s face was painted with anguish and I could tell she really wanted to help me with whatever was bothering me.

I surprised her by flipping over, my hand grabbing my shorts shrouded crotch as I yelled “This, mom, this is my shit, it has ruined my life and I’m sick of it! As soon as I get my inheritance I’m getting my life back!” Then I quickly rolled back onto my stomach.

My mom slowly reached out and lightly stroked my arm saying, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about! Please talk to me, please, let’s go down to the kitchen and talk comfortably.”

“Oh all right, mom.” I answered. “Let me put on my sweats and I’ll be right down.”

I entered the kitchen and mom was sitting at the table still in her nightgown. It looked new to me, a lacy shear violet thing that showed a lot of her 36D cleavage. I sat down and gulped when she leaned towards me asking what I had meant before. My throat was suddenly dry and my eyes were flitting everywhere in an effort to not let on that I wanted to stare at her beautiful breasts. I tried to speak but was too dry to get anything out.

Mom noticed my problem and said, “I’m thirsty too, I’ll get us both a Coke.” She then walked to the refrigerator and I noticed her gown reached just to mid thigh on her long shapely legs, she is 5’10” and 125 pounds of mostly legs and boobs. When she opened the fridge the light came on, then she bent to get the drinks and had to bend way down to reach them on the bottom shelf. Her gown practically disappeared with the refrigerator light behind her and I salivated watching her luscious tits hanging sexily off her chest. She stood up smiling at me as she held up two cans of Coke then walked back and sat across from me. I swear my eyes were locked on her nipples as they jiggled and swayed as she crossed the room.

Mom blushed and said, “I’m sorry, honey, I’ve never worn this before. Maybe I should go get a robe…”

“No, you’re fine. It’s my problem, not yours.” I said. Then I cleared my throat before, “It’s a really pretty color, mom, you look really good in it. Um, I mean, er…”

“Thank you, but enough about my gown. Now back to why we’re down here, just what about doing something to your crotch to get your life back”

After seeing her body through her back lit gown, my cock had risen it’s ugly head and was still begging for attention, so I stood up and thrust my hips out saying, “This! This damned thing has ruined every chance I’ve ever had to have a steady girlfriend! Once they find out about it, BOOM, date over! I’m sick of it! I’ve felt like a freak of nature ever since I stopped wearing blue jeans when I was ten. TEN! I hate it!”

Mom was trying to speak but gibberish was all that came out, her eyes still locked on my huge tent in my sweat pants. Slowly she finally said, “Oh Jimmy, young girls don’t realize what a beautiful thing a huge cock can be! Trust me, as they get older they will crave a cock like yours!”

“Mom, did you just call THIS ‘beautiful’?” I asked in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me!”

In answer she leaned out to get closer to my tented sweats. This gave me an unobstructed look down her cleavage and I could see one rock hard nipple. On seeing that my cock twitched and my mother moaned before me. “Oh son, I never knew you felt so bad. Please, just let me see it.” Then her shaking hands reached for my waist band and started tugging my sweats down. The elastic caught on my cock and bent it way down, so my mom pulled it forward and then quickly slipped it over the tip. Freed from its confines my cock smacked her under her chin as it reached for my stomach, where the tip stopped about two inches above my belly button.

“Oh my god!” she cried out and I was certain it had repulsed her. Then she surprised the shit out of me when she licked her lips before breathlessly asking, “May I son, oh please may I?” Before I was able to comprehend the question mom reached out and grasped it in both hands. A shudder went through her body and I thought she must be cold. Her hands on my shaft felt better than anything I had ever felt, then she upped the ante as she tightened her grip while stroking up and down the entire shaft.

“Oh mom! Oooooooooooh” I moaned as she stroked me. Mom smiled up at me as she stroked me again, then looked down and saw a drop of precum on my cock head. Looking straight in my eyes mom leaned in and licked the drop off of me, causing me to groan loudly as my knees weakened.

Her eyes then went back to my shaft as she stroked me two more times. This was feeling better than anything before ever had. Suddenly my mom said, “I haven’t been with a man since your father left us. And it’s now 12: 45 A. M. so you are officially 18, so forgive me son, but, happy birthday!” With that said she lowered her lips to my cock and swirled her tongue around the head before she sucked in mightily on me and my cock slid to the back of her mouth and tickled her Atakent Escort Bayan tonsils.

I never knew when she slid off her chair onto her knees before me but there she was on her knees worshipping at what was quickly becoming her alter. On the third down stroke of her mouth on my shaft, she opened her throat and I slid my entire rock hard shaft down her slender throat. I groaned in pleasure as the sweet sensations of her tongue and throat swept me towards an early orgasm. Mom was bobbing her face on my shaft as her nose kept being buried in my pubic hairs.

Nobody had ever touched my cock before but me and this felt – and looked – totally unbelievable. A quick glance at the clock showed only 7 minutes had past, but oh what a seven minutes! My hips were thrusting on their own and mom was giving me the blowjob of the century. I looked down at my mom and noticed I had my hands holding her head to me, not that I needed to. “Oh god, mom, I think I’m going to cum!” I shouted out.

She looked up at me and she grunted out “um hum” or something like it. It was hard to tell with my entire cock down her throat. She stared straight into my eyes as she intensified her efforts while her hands pulled my ass closer to her chin. Her head was pulling back till only an inch or two was inside her wonderful mouth then she would slam back onto me till my shaft bottomed out against her chin and nose. All the while her tongue was swirling all over my happy stick.

She pulled back and tried to smile before, working in tandem, she slammed back onto me while I thrust my hips hard into her face. I came! Oh shit but it was good! My groan echoed throughout the house as my sperm raced up and out of my cock, shooting straight into her stomach. My eyes were closed tight on my first two spurts but after that I looked down and watched my mom suck, stroke, love and worship my cock as she coaxed another 4 spurts into her throat and mouth. I continued twitching as she continued madly sucking and licking the first 3 inches of my shaft while she used both hands to forcefully stroke my cock as she moaned with each extra drop that she managed to get. I had to brace myself with a hand on the table or I would have fallen for sure.

Even though my mom knew I had no more cum to give her, she continued gently sucking my cock head, her tongue roaming tightly around the rim of my helmet. “Oh shit, that was fantastic, mom! I never knew this would feel so good!” She sucked hard on me again and the sensation was just too much for me. “No mom, oh shit, no more! Oh fuck!” Mercifully, she took pity on me and gently pulled her mouth off of my totally drained cock. A small drop of cum was on her chin and she scooped it up on a finger and then licked the entire finger off with gusto. My mom then kissed my tip before slipping down to sit on the floor. I slowly dropped to the floor beside her.

“WOW! That was so nice! You taste really good son. Yummy!” Mom’s chest was still heaving as though she’d just run a marathon. She looked so sexy. “Now, um, can you tell me more about that nasty problem that you want to get rid of?”

My face must have turned seven shades of red before I said “As far back as I can remember, all this thing had caused me was grief and pain. I couldn’t wear the jeans I wanted to, all the guys laughed at me and the girls…well…they mostly wouldn’t even date me. That’s why I was so hopeful for my date with Maureen tonight. We were making out and having a good time until she touched my cock, and once again it was ‘I’ve got a headache, take me home now’. No girl has ever really touched it. The moment they found out how big it was, they all had to get away from me. Sometimes I felt like a Leper or maybe worse.”

I must have looked awfully sad cause my mom was suddenly hugging me and stroking my face telling me everything would okay. “Jimmy, they were just young girls who had no idea what a treasure they had before them.” I looked at her in disbelief and she said, “Let’s go back upstairs and finish this talk in my room. Bring your drink.” Then she got up while dragging her fingers the entire length of my shaft before she grabbed her Coke and walked sexily from the room. I quickly followed her and found her in her room on her bed.

“Why did you put your sweats back on? Take them right off, young man,” mom instructed as she patted the bed beside her. I quickly pulled them over my hard cock, slipped them off and got on the bed next to her. “Much better, Jimmy. So you are telling me that none of your dates wanted anything to do with your fabulous cock?”

“Fabulous! None of them found it to be fabulous! None of them wanted anything to do with it!” I told her. “You were the first, um, girl to like it and, er, definitely the first to go down on me. Wow! That was the best birthday present ever!”

My mom looked at my cock bobbing above my waist before she said, “That wasn’t your only present, it was just a preview of things to come. I love you Jimmy.” Then my mom leaned over and kissed me fully on my lips before her tongue snaked into Escort Atakent my mouth and latched onto my own. As we kissed she climbed over me and straddled my waist. I looked down in shock to see the tip of my cock, squeezed flat against my stomach, poking out from under her sexy gown. Mom shivered again before she grabbed the hem of her nightgown and quickly pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.

“Oh god, mom, you’re body is beautiful!” I said as my eyes scanned her trim and toned frame. She had her bare pussy – when did she take off her panties? – directly on my shaft. Her pubic hair was trimmed short and shaped like an arrow pointing the way to her slit. Looking up I saw her trim belly, above that were her full luscious breasts. Her boobs were full and ripe, definitely much more than a full hand full each, and capped with quarter sized aureoles each of which sported a rock hard nipple pointing out about ¾ of an inch. “Honest, mom, I never knew you were so hot!”

“Why thank you Jimmy, normally I’d say it’s a good thing not to notice one’s mother, but not right now!” She kissed me again as her hand reached down to find my cock. My hands had found her breasts and were squeezing them both making her moan. “Oooo, that feels so nice. Now it’s time to make my little boy feel really nice.” She had positioned her pussy opening over my cock head and slowly slid her hot and wet body down onto me.

“Oh god, mom! You feel really good!” I gasped.

She had a dreamy look as she slid further onto me saying, “You don’t feel so bad yourself. Oh god it’s been so long since I had a cock inside me.” Mom wiggled her butt on me and corrected the angle before she sank fully onto me. “Oh fuckkkkkkkkkk, that’s soooooo good, Jimmy!” She sat motionless, my 11 inch shaft firmly inside her hungry cunt. Finally she started rising up off of me before sliding back down till I again was deep inside her.

She moved slowly for about 3 or 4 long strokes before her body stiffened as she arched her back, screaming my name. I couldn’t believe how tight her pussy muscles were. As her cry ended she started bucking wildly on my shaft fucking me for all she was worth. Quickly she tensed again as moans emanated from deep inside of her and her orgasm slammed through her body for the second time in a minute.

After she recovered from her cum, mom kissed me as she again moved her hips on my cock. Then she rose up so she could really lift high above me before she would squeeze tight around my cock and pound her pussy back down onto me. Even though I had just cum in her mouth not more than 15 minutes ago, if she kept that up I knew I’d be cumming again soon. “Oh god mom, that feels so damned good! Don’t stop, please, I never want it to end!” I cried out as my body tingled in pleasure. My hips started thrusting up in time with her down strokes and we were both panting hard.

Mom looked down at me as her hands held my hands to her breasts and said, “Oh god, Jimmy, that’s it! Fuck mommy, fuck me with your beautiful cock. OH god, fuck me and make me cum.” Her head was rolling on her shoulders and her eyes rolled back into her head as moans slipped from her clenched teeth. Suddenly her eyes shot wide open as she looked right into mine, her breath caught in her throat. Her hips were wiggling on my pelvis as she continued pounding her pussy onto me. “Oh Jimmy, I’m going to cum again! YES! God right there!” she cried as I lifted my hips high off the bed forcing even more of my cock into her. “Oh so good, oh fuck, oh my god, yes, Jimmy fuck me hard, ohgodJIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYFUCKKKKMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Her body shook wildly above me as her orgasm slammed her like a tidal wave.

Seeing and feeling her cum pushed me over the edge and I cried out as I started pumping my cum into her cunt. This started mom on another new climax as her pussy muscles went nuts squeezing and grabbing my cock hard as it pumped and spurted inside of her. “FUCK YES! Oh Jimmy I’m cumming again!!!! Oh so good, oh shit, never so good! Oh. Oh. Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Then she collapsed onto my chest, her pussy continuing to spasm around my deeply buried cock. We hugged to each other as our bodies slowly recovered from our mutual orgasms.

My mom lifted her head a couple times and kissed me gently before laying her head back on my chest as we held each other in our post coital bliss. My cock was still firmly encased in her well fucked pussy and I was in no hurry to change that. I heard her moan softly and noticed she was asleep on top of me. Gently I kissed her on the top of her head and hugged her before I too fell asleep.

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Light was just starting to filter in through the window when I awoke, at first not sure what the light weight was on my chest. Then I smelled my mom’s shampoo and realized that my dream was not a dream. I looked down towards my feet and saw my mother’s naked body stretched out on top of me. When I wiggled slightly I realized my shrunken cock was still held captive inside her pussy. When I moved again the sensations made my semi-hard cock start to regain its full size. I started thrusting gently into her and heard her moan before she tensed above me. Her body quickly relaxed and she looked up to my face saying, “That is a nice way to wake up. I could really get used to that.” Then she kissed me and started rotating her hips on me, fucking back at me.

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I was making breakfast when Ryan hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. It sent a tingle right down my body. I was worried he would be regretting what happened last night. We didn’t have time talk about it this morning, as I was soon pushing him out the door.

As I walked up the path to Ray’s house, I heard a click, and I pushed the door open and headed to the spare room. “Morning, Ray, did you get some good footage?” I asked, excited to see it. “Good morning Abby, come and see for yourself,” Ray said, as I raced up the stairs with only my G-string on.

When I got to the room at the end of the hall, the TV flickered to life. The vision from the end of the bed left nothing to the imagination. As Ryan applied oil to my back, you could see the moisture flowing from my pussy. Ryan looked nervous, but his cock was beautiful and hard. I slid my fingers inside myself as I watched the vision from the night before, having an orgasm when I watched Ryan’s cum splash onto my body.

“I will have another go tonight, I don’t think it will be a problem from here,” I said, making sure the deal was still on. “You don’t have to worry Abby; Ryan already has the scholarship. I have seen enough to fill my fantasies for the rest of my life,” Ray said, letting me off the hook.

“No, we said the deal was full sex, and that’s what we will provide,” I said, not wanting to shortchange Ray, and secretly wanting to be able to enjoy the event again here if it happened. “OK. OK, what are you going to do then?” Ray asked, still watching me for sure. “I will tease him until he can’t stand it anymore, and has to have me,” I said, as I laid back on the bed with my legs spread, one hand playing with my nipple and the other lazily playing with my clit.

“He won’t last two seconds looking at that,” Ray said, and I looked at the camera on top of the TV and smiled.

I could have given myself an orgasm right then, but I wanted to be turned-on tonight to tease Ryan. The rest of the day went well, and I got a fair amount of work done. Ray and I talked a lot, and that made the day pass quickly. “Goodnight Ray, I will see you tomorrow and hopefully collect my prize,” I said, after putting my skirt and shirt on. “I will have the video ready for you in the morning,” Ray said, like he could read my mind.

I made it home first, and I changed into a short light robe and left the crotchless underwear on. I was cooking when Ryan came in the door. He came up and gave me a wonderful hug from behind, and my nipples hardened under his arms. He sat at the kitchen table as I cooked the meal.

“Are you ok with last night?” I asked, as I reached up for something in the overhead cupboards.

“I was only worried I might have upset you,” Ryan said, and swallowed hard.

“I am good with it, Ryan. We will always have each other, even if we don’t have much else,” I said, bending over to put something in the oven.

I knew I was exposing my ass and possibly most of my pussy to Ryan, but I was too horny to stop even if I wanted to. We ate the meal while we were chatting, and I let my robe open at the top a few times. After we finished eating, I washed the dishes as Ryan dried, and he bumped into me often. “I could do with another massage if you don’t have to study tonight,” I said, hoping he would take the hint. “That would be my pleasure,” Ryan said, smiling brightly.

I had a shower tonight. I could not waste time on a bath, and I went to my room with just the light robe clinging to my damp body. Ryan followed me in from his room, and I slipped off my robe, no towel this time. I lay down on the bed with my thighs spread enough for Ryan to kneel between them and give me a massage.

“Take off your clothes, we don’t want to get any oil on them,” I said, looking in the mirror to my left.

I could see Ryan’s hands shaking as he pulled off his clothes, and his cock sprang free. God, he had a beautiful young body, and my pussy leaked some fluid in appreciation. He started the massage on my back and worked my back and shoulders. His cock was poking my ass each time he moved forward. He ran his oily hands over my butt cheeks, and I stopped him.

“Don’t use any oil down there I am lubed up enough already,” I said, not wanting to rule out him licking me because of the oil.

“OK, Mom, what about your legs?” He asked and waited for my answer.

“That would be nice,” I said, still looking in the mirror.

He moved down to my legs, and his face was level with my crotch, and I heard him inhale deeply, he liked my smell. I could see in the mirror that he was leaning down and almost touching my ass with his nose. I let out a low moan, and he lightly kissed the top of my butt crack. I let out my breath. I had to stop pretending this was a massage and turned over.

“Can you clean this up? I am about to drip on the sheets,” I asked, laying back on the bed Atalar Escort with my legs spread.

Ryan looked at me, and with his hands covered with oil, he touched me. He bent down at my dripping pussy and lapped at me. The feeling of his tongue dragging up my pussy lips and passing over my clit sent shivers all over my body. I gently placed my hands behind his head and guided him to the places I wanted him to lick. He was a fast learner sticking his tongue in as far as he could, then lapping at my clit softly. I was going to cum to quickly, so I pulled him up to kiss me. I could taste my pussy on his mouth as I kissed him deeply. His cock trapped between us, as he ground it on my clit.

“What are you going to do now young man?” I asked, pulling back from the kiss.

“This,” Ryan said, and pushed his whole body back off me.

I thought he had changed his mind until he stopped, holding his body on his hands and toes, his cock bobbing at the entrance to my body. I put my hands behind his biceps and pulled on him. He thrust his whole body forward his cock filling me in one stroke. I was so wet he slid right to the bottom. I was stretching muscles I hadn’t used in a few years, and it felt delicious.

“Now fuck me, baby boy.”

He grunted and started pulling his cock out until only the tip was still in me, then he thrust back into my depths. I was on the verge of an orgasm when Ryan speed up. Slamming into me at an ever-increasing pace, forcing the orgasm from within my body. I started to spasm and thrust back up to meet his blows. Soon my orgasm began to die away, and I drew Ryan’s head down to kiss him. His lower body kept pumping, but the deep kiss set him off. He could no longer hold the plank position and collapsed on my body, pumping me full of his cum. I could feel it pumping into me, making my pussy overflow.

“Did I do alright Mom?” Ryan asked, with a worried look on his face.

“You did wonderfully, you were perfect,” I said tears were filling my eyes.

“Then, why are you crying?” He asked, rolling over to the side to take his weight off me.

“I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm as strong as that,” I said, in answer to his question.

I hugged him tightly and started to kiss him again. Within a few minutes, he began to get hard again. I had to have him inside me, he lasted a little longer, but it didn’t matter since I had an orgasm soon after we started the second time.

In the morning, I made breakfast, and Ryan hugged me from behind, as usual, only this time, he played with my tits for a few moments as he did. I was out the door soon after Ryan and arrived at Ray’s door to hear the click. I quickly went to the spare room and stripped. I inserted the vibrating buttplug that was on the bed and almost ran upstairs to the end room.

“Morning, Ray,” I said excitedly.

“You sound very chipper this morning, did something special happen last night?” Ray asked, holding me in suspense.

“You know very well what happened last night,” I said, sitting down on the bed opposite the TV.

“No, I didn’t watch last night, I am asking you permission to see it now with you, to confirm our deal was satisfied.”

“Just put it on, I have to see it,” I said, leaning back on the bed with my legs spread showing off the butt plug.

The TV flickered to life, and the view was of the bathroom and me getting out of the shower. Ray fast-forwarded through the boring parts until we went into my bedroom. While I watched Ryan slide his cock into me, I slid my fingers into my pussy and played with my clit. I felt the buttplug start to vibrate. I fingered myself to orgasm just as the TV showed Ryan collapsing onto me. I could see the cum overflowing and running down my ass crack.

“I guess the deal is done. Ryan will receive the offer soon, and he can start in a few weeks. Most of the students live on campus so that they can take advantage of the tutors and staff at the school,” Ray said, as I wiped myself and looked for some things to clean myself up.

“He could travel and stay at home,” I said, not wanting to lose Ryan now.

“I would suggest that maybe he could be at school to concentrate on that during the week and come home on weekends. Room and board are part of the scholarship, as well as books,” Ray said, making too much sense for my liking.

“I will be alone all week,” I said, knowing it sounded selfish.

“Well, that brings me to the next point that I need to talk to you about,” Ray said, worrying me.

“I need a live-in housekeeper, and it includes living quarters and food. Ryan can stay here with you on weekends. The room will be camera and speaker free, it’s your own private area, I promise,” Ray said, stunning me with his offer.

“I don’t know what to say,” me being at a loss for words.

“Say yes and save me from filling the house with dust and grime, You don’t have to do it without clothes, and you will be in charge of the house, and have your budget,” Escort Atalar Ray said, my eyes filling with tears because I was so happy.

“I guess that’s a yes given the big smile on your face,” Ray said, “We will work out a salary, for you, that’s as good or better than any others I can find out about in the area, so you aren’t shortchanged.”

“I will leave that up to you Ray, I trust that you will pay me well enough,” I said, not worried that Ray would be stingy.

“You pick a room, and I will give you the phone number of a decorator to help choose furniture for you,” Ray said.

“I will have this room, and we have more than enough furniture in this house already, I will move around some of the ones we have,” I said. “What about my furniture at home?”

“I will send movers to pack it up and store it while you are employed here. Just work out what you need in your room or rooms, and they will bring it here.”

“You realize that it will be the quickest move they have ever done. It would be cheaper for you to burn it all, than store my second-hand crap,” I said, as my little furniture was not worth the price of storage for the first month.

“Abby, I don’t care what you own or not. You are a really hard worker, even when I am annoying you all day. So, I will do this for you, you mark what you want to bring here, and I don’t care how much because I have plenty of rooms to store it in. Then I will get someone to buy all the rest, and give you the money, and when you leave my employ, I will replace everything with new for old. I will get that in writing for you just in case something happens to me,” Ray said. Blowing me away.

“That’s more than generous and will end up saving you a fortune if you keep me more than a few months,” I said taking him up on his offer quickly before he changes his mind.

I went about my cleaning with the buttplug still in place, and within an hour, I felt the low vibrating inside my body. I just wiggled my bottom and kept cleaning. The vibrations went from low to high and back again. He was trying to get my attention, and I was trying to get more work done. Eventually, I had to stop as the buttplug was on pulse at a very high setting. I had to bend over the bathtub I was cleaning and hold onto the side.

“Is there something you wanted, Ray?” I asked, panting and holding on as the pulsing continued.

“I was wondering if you could have an orgasm from this alone,” Ray said, and I could hear the glee in his voice.

“I would need something in my pussy or touching my clit, would you like to do it for me, Ray?” I asked, teasing him.

“I don’t think you would be able to remain excited if you saw me, Abby, could you play with your pussy for me?” Ray asked in a very soft voice.

I moved back into the bedroom and lay back on the end of the bed with my feet facing the overhead camera and started tracing my fingers along the edge of my pussy lips and pulling my nipples with the other. The pulse was back to low at the start then slowly building up to about mid-level. I pulled my legs back until my thighs were touching my breasts, exposing my pussy and ass to the camera. I pinched my clit, and my muscles contracted around the buttplug, and I could feel it being gripped in my rectum. The vibrations went up another notch, and I could feel my orgasm approaching, I strummed my clit as my ass spasmed around the vibrating buttplug, and my orgasm washed over me.

At around 3:30, I was just about to start the next bedroom, and I was standing in the doorway trying to build up the strength to take on the dirt and dust again.

“Abby, I have a car waiting outside to take you home. I want you to be there when Ryan gets the letter from the courier tonight. Please explain what we have discussed, so he won’t be worried about you being safe without him during the week. Don’t let his self-doubts stop him from reaching his potential. Mark says he is capable of much more than he is already showing,” Ray said, and I toOk him up on his offer, changing and heading for the door.

“Goodnight Ray, I will see you tomorrow,” I said, pulling the door closed as I left.

I was at home when Ryan walked in. He was acting normally, except he kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back and held him close for a bit longer than I should have. I was serving dinner when there was a knock on the door.

“See who that is Ryan?” I asked, nodding towards the door.

Ryan came back with a puzzled look on his face. He had an envelope in his hands with the word Harvard emblazoned on it.

“Open it,” I said, looking at the envelope shaking in his hands.

“What’s this all about?” He asked, looking at me, then the envelope again like it wasn’t real.

I waited for him to start processing again and soon enough, Ryan opened it and read to himself for what seemed like forever. He looked up at me and just stood there with his mouth open.

“I have been accepted into Harvard on a full scholarship,” Atalar Escort Bayan Ryan said, looking astonished.

“I know you think this is out of the blue, but Ray, my boss that arranged Mark to tutor you, has a scholarship trust fund, and Mark suggested you for it. He thought you were wasted at a community college. The only catch is that Ray’s investment company wants to be the first offer at employing you when you graduate. I think that’s fair, don’t you?” I said, leaving the deal between Ray and me out.

“Why would Mark and Ray do this? It’s a lot of money.” Ryan asked, shaking his head.

“Baby, His car cost more than that scholarship. He doesn’t care about the money, and he is looking for talent, and it’s not always found in people that can already afford to go to Harvard,” I said, moving to hold my shaking son.

“This includes room and board at the college. I don’t want to leave you alone,”

“I accepted a full-time live-in housekeeper position with Ray. I will have two connected rooms. I don’t want to be without you either after last night, but I think you should stay at Harvard during the week and come back to stay with me on the weekends. You will have to work hard, and not be distracted from your studies,” I said, pressing my body to him to prove my point.

“I don’t think I am up to that standard, and I’ll only make a fool of us.”

“You can never make a fool of me, as long as you try, Fear of failing is the most rational fear of all. No one that has seen real success has never seen failure. Thomas Edison failed ten thousand times before he found the right material for the light bulb then that material was used for the next hundred years. Not trying is the real failure. You will be as good as anyone there, Mark is going to work with you for the rest of this year, and I will pay him next year too if you still need him. Harvard will have their tutors and staff to bring you up to speed quickly. I know you can do it, and Mark thinks so too, or he wouldn’t have suggested you,” I said, kissing his cheek.

“This was an easy dream, it was so far away, it was safe to dream about, now that it’s a reality I am scared out of my mind. This is Harvard, and it’s one of the best schools in the world. It’s my dream, and I can have it if I can stop shaking long enough to take it,” Ryan said, and smiled for the first time.

We ate and cleaned up, chatting about Harvard and my new job. We both speculated about Ray when I said I had never seen him in person, only spoken to him through the intercom at the house. I had a quick shower and then when I walked into my bedroom, Ryan was in my bed with a sheet up to his waist. There was a tent in the sheet, so I pulled it down, exposing Ryan’s erection to my gaze.

I slid my leg over his hip and straddled him dangling my breasts in his face, all while positioning my pussy over his cock head. Ryan sucked one of my nipples as I lowered myself down the length of his hard cock. I kept up the motion of raising and lowering my body, as Ryan switched from one nipple to the other. I could tell he was about to cum, and I sped up my motion. When he was cumming, he gripped my hips to stay inside.

I laid on Ryan’s body as he finished filling my pussy with his sperm, then rolled to the side. I kissed Ryan and pulled his hand to my pussy in the hope he would bring me the pleasure I desperately needed. He didn’t disappoint me, fingering my pussy and strumming my clit for the short time I needed to cum.

_________________________________________________________

I pushed the door open and walked through the hall.

“Morning Ray, Ryan is on board with Harvard,” I said, as I entered the spare room.

“That’s good. I knew sending you home early was a good idea,” Ray said, as I was taking off my clothes, and putting on the crotchless underwear on the bed.

No vibrator or buttplug today, I was suspicious. I walked up the stairs to the end room and looked at the big TV.

“Any video to watch today, Ray?” I asked, waiting next to the door.

“I know it recorded something, but I will only play it if you ask me to,” Ray answered.

I sat at the end of the bed, “OK, I give, play it already,”

The TV flickered to life with the camera in my bedroom, capturing Ryan getting undressed and climbing into my bed. Ray fast-forwarded to when I came into the room. From the angle of the camera, I could see Ryan’s cock sliding into my pussy, and when Ryan came, you could see the cum running down his cock. I resisted playing with myself this time and was going to go without playing with myself all day if I could, so I could take it out on Ryan when I got home.

In the room, I had just cleaned the day before I found something covered with a sheet.

“I got something for you yesterday afternoon,” Ray said in a sultry tone.

“What is it, Ray? Should I pull off the sheet?” I asked, moving forward.

I pulled off the sheet revealing a machine with a dildo attached to a steel rod, and what looked like a piston at the other. I could only think that it pushed the dildo in and out of a pussy.

“What’s this for Ray?” I asked, looking at the machine.

“I am continuing my experiment with making you orgasm remotely,” Ray said, like it was a normal conversation.

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I sat holding her as she cried. “It’s ok mom! It’s not the end of the world!” Mom’s face was buried in my chest. The sobs that wracked her body caused her chest to jiggle against my shirt. And this didn’t do anything to help the raging hardon that was threatening to push thru my pajama pants.

The only light on was the moonlight coming thru the window. The cover that mom had pulled over herself had slipped down a bit from her crying and I could clearly see her big tits. Her nipples seemed huge. I wanted to bend my head and capture one in my mouth.

“Oh Sammy! I’m so embarrassed! What must you think of me?” I rubbed her back, marveling at how smooth her skin felt. “To walk in and see your own mother acting like some wanton slut!” This caused a new set of wracking sobs.

“Mom! You are not some wanton slut! And there is no need for you to be embarrassed. Hell! Remember when you walked in on me? I was standing in the middle of the bathroom, a pair of your dirty panties wrapped around my dick, jerking for all I was worth. Now that was embarrassing!”

Mom sniffled but I could hear a slight chuckle in her voice. “I thought you would kill me! Instead, you took me in the room and explained that it was normal for a young boy to want to masturbate. Hell, you told me more about sex that day then at any other time in my life.”

I stopped talking and continued to rub her back. Mom snuggled a bit closer to me, working her head deeper into my chest. “Mom?” I could feel her skin against the open shirt. Her face felt hot and warm and I felt my dick throbbing. I’m sure that she felt it too.”

She sniffed again. “Yes Sammy?” Her voice had gained some of its composure. “Do you remember what I told you when you asked me what I had been thinking about?” I felt her stiffen. I was afraid that she would push away from me and tell me to leave.

“Yes Sammy I do remember. You told me that you were thinking about me. I told you that it was normal for a young man to be in love with his mom, but that good boys didn’t let that kind of thinking go on for too long. Besides, I was much younger then and a lot prettier.”

I laughed. “Mom, you are still the prettiest, sexiest woman I know.” She laughed and nudged me in the ribs. “No I’m not! I’m old! And this medicine has blown me up to look like a blimp!” I gave mom a harder hug. Then I began to laugh.

“Mom! If you look like a blimp! Then you are a blimp that I would love to make love to any day of the week. Hell! You look twice as hot as any woman I have ever gone out with.”

Let me tell you a bit about us. Mom is 49. When she was pregnant with my sister Gwendolyn, my dad decided to split. Mom had a few boyfriends, but mostly it has been just the three of us. I am 28. I have my own business and live just outside the city.

Mom had gotten sick and was taking some medicine that seemed to have an adverse on her. She gained weight and was depressed most of the time. Gwendolyn, my sister, is 4 years younger than I am. She moved out west and has a good job as a business executive.

Mom got quiet as I held her. But she made no move to move away from me. “It must be hard for you with me here Sammy. I know that you have a lot of girlfriends and with me here, you can’t have them over the way you would like to.”

I began to laugh. “Mom! I don’t have near as many girlfriends as you think I do.” Which was the truth. Not too many girls like the kind of sex I truly enjoy. Mom gave a short laugh. “What?” I asked. This only caused her to laugh a bit more.

“Oh I was thinking about something, but I couldn’t say it out loud.” My hand slipped to just below her armpit. In a joking voice I said to her, “we have ways to make you talk”. My fingers slipped in and she began to squirm.

This was a game that we used to play when I was smaller. Both mom and I are very ticklish. And we would tease each other to get them to talk by tickling. Mom gasped and tried to move away. But my arm just tightened further and held her in place.

“Sammy No! That’s Ataköy Escort not fair!” She was laughing as she struggled to get loose. I held her as my fingers began to tickle. “Sammy please! You’re gonna make me have an accident.” Mom was squirming around now trying to get away, but I held her firm.

“Tell me and I’ll stop. Or you will be making up this bed in a few minutes.” I knew that too much laughing would make her have an accident. After a few minutes, she shouted. “Ok! I’ll talk! Please don’t torture me any more?” These were again words from our younger years, and we both laughed out loud.

I eased up my hold on her, but was ready to grab her at the first sign of movement. I knew that she would sometimes do this. Get me to let go, then bolt for another room and lock the door laughing at me. And sure enough, when she thought I had relaxed my guard, she tried to jump from the bed. I grabbed her and this time pulled her back and held her down as both hands sought her armpits.

In a few minutes, she was laughing hysterically, begging me to stop. I had inadvertently, straddled her as I held her down. And the covers had come completely down leaving her big tits exposed. But mom was laughing too hard to even notice.

“Ok! Ok! I give!” she cried! I stopped tickling her but didn’t move my hands away. Mom looked up at me and I could see the seriousness in her face. The moon was bright enough to light the room. Her nipples had grown hard and must have stood out about an inch. Damn, but I wanted to put my mouth on those twin nubs!

“I was thinking, what you must have thought when you opened the door and found me like that. Your own mother, lying in bed naked! Not only naked, but with clothespins attached to her nipples and pussy lips, and working a dildo in and out of her cunt.”

Mom looked at me with apprehension on her face. Her eyes bore right into mine, and she held her breath waiting for me to answer. Then her voice grew even softer. “You must think me some kind of slut!”

I looked down into her face. She was afraid. Afraid, that I had started to see her differently than I always had. My knees were on either side of her hips. And my hands were still between her armpits.

“No mom! I didn’t see you as some kind of slut. In fact, that scene almost made me cum in my pants. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I wanted to rush into the room and take you. I have heard you on other nights, but didn’t have the nerve to open the door. Tonight I decided that if I didn’t do it, I never would. And the image of what you were doing would burn in my brain forever.”

We didn’t say another word to each other. Then she shifted. Mom must have felt my hard dick throbbing against her. The way I was straddling her, it was pressed right up against her pussy. And the covers had disappeared from between us. Mom began to fidget. “Sammy let me up before this goes too far.” I slid my hands from her armpits down her arms and grabbed her wrist. I pushed them up above her head and held them there. I looked down at her and even though her breathing had grown a bit harsh, my actions caused her face to cloud with fear.

“I looked at you lying there, and thought that I had clamps that were so much better than those clothespins you were using.” My hips had begun to slowly rock back and forth. I was dry-humping my own mom. And my dick was throbbing harder than ever before.

“Sammy, let me up! We can’t do this.” I looked down at her. She was frightened. And yet, there was the slightest movement from her hips also. She looked into my face. “Sammy this isn’t right! Mothers and sons are not supposed to act like this.”

But I didn’t let her go. “I told you that I have heard you before tonight. And sometimes just when I hear you cumming, I hear you call out my name. This is right mother. This is more right than you lying here thinking about me using some toy. What do you think I’m doing lying in the next room listening to you?”

Mom shook her head from side to side. “I don’t know. Sammy we can’t do this! You can’t do this!” But I ignored her words, increasing the movement of my hips against her. And mom didn’t stop moving her hips in response. In fact, her breathing had grown faster and her hips Ataköy Escort Bayan moved to my rhythm.

“I lay in my bed, stroking my hard dick, thinking about you. Thinking about coming into this room and taking you. Feeling you struggle as I push my dick deep inside your pussy. Making you mine! Making you do things to please me, the way I have fantasized about for so long.”

I bent my head, and captured one of her nipples in my mouth. Mom arched her back, even as her words came from her mouth. “Sammy this is not right! Stop this instant! You mustn’t! You can’t!” But I didn’t hear her words.

Feeling that hard warm nipple in my mouth was heaven. I moaned softly as I softly suckled upon it. Mom struggled for a few seconds more, and then I heard her moan in return. I lifted my head and did the same for the other nipple. And I heard her soft whimper. “Sammy please!” But her body didn’t tell me to stop. Her hips became more animated and her breathing grew faster. “Sammy Don’t! Stop! Sammy please! Don’t so this! Sammy! Don’t! Please Stop! Oh Sammy! Oh Sammy!”

I was sucking harder. Softly biting down on the sensitive tit. Mom groaned and ground her hips up to mine. “Don’t! Stop! Sammy! Oh Sammy! Don’t stop! Please! Don’t stop!” Mom’s hips were bucking up to meet my downward pressure. I knew that if I didn’t stop dry-fuckin her I would cum.

I stopped and lifted my head up to look at her. Mom was breathing hard, licking her lips with her tongue. I bent down and kissed her. She struggled for the briefest of seconds, then sighed and returned my kiss. When I let up, I looked at her. Our eyes locked on each other.

“We really shouldn’t do this.” I looked at her and didn’t say a word in return. But I started to slide down her body. I never let go of her wrist, and was not too surprised that she didn’t struggle. In fact, as I slowly kissed and licked my way down her body, mom spread her thighs open.

I licked the spot right above her cunt, slowly letting my tongue tease her. And mom’s body jerked and squirmed. Then I slid my tongue lower. I didn’t go right for her cunt, but let my tongue slide up and down her swollen lips. She was still slick from her earlier pleasure.

The scent of her heated sex was intoxicating. And I breathed deeply, as my tongue traveled over her soft hair. Mom’s hips moved to the movement of my tongue. She kept trying to maneuver my tongue to her clit, but I was determined to make her wait for it.

I licked inside her soaked slit. And mom’s moans grew louder and more insistent. “My clit Sammy! Please lick my clit!” I chuckled. She would beg even more before I touched her clit and made her cum. I let her wrist go, and used my fingers to spread her lips open wide. Then I licked up and down her slit, letting my tongue slide into her hole.

Her whole body shook, and I felt her hands on my head. But I would not let my tongue stroke her clit, and it was driving her crazy. “Suck my clit Sammy! Bite it! Make me cum! Make me scream! Please son! I need it so bad!” But instead of giving her what she wanted, I slipped down even further and began to tongue the skin between her holes. Mom drew her knees up and I felt her hands press against mine, pulling her slit open even more.

My tongue began to stab at her asshole. And mom’s body almost lifted off the bed. “Shit! Sammy! What are you doing to me! Fuck! You’re licking my asshole! Sammy! Oh Sammy! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

I pulled back and mom shook in frustration. “NO! Don’t stop! I was almost there!” She bean to struggle, grabbing my head, pulling me back to her. My hands reached up and grabbed her wrist, again pinning her to the bed. I moved up until I lay on top of her.

“I told you mom, I thought about coming in here and ‘Taking’ you! Making you do what I wanted! That’s how I’m going to please you. By making you do what I want.” I had pushed my pajama bottoms off as I slid up along side her. And now, the tip of my dick was pressed into her warm, wet slit.

As I slowly pushed it in, mom gasped. “Oh Sammy! It’s so big!” I felt her begin to move, but I stopped when just the head was inside. Slowly I began to stroke into her. Mom groaned, as her pussy lips grabbed the head of my dick.

Mom’s Escort Ataköy hips matched my rhythm. I looked down at her and her eyes were glazed with lust as she looked back. “You did look like a slut with those clothespins on your nipples and pussy. That dildo smeared with your thick white cream. You were cumming so hard, you couldn’t stop it. Could you?”

Mom shook her head. “No Sammy! Seeing you watch me made it even more intense for me. I couldn’t have stopped no matter what. Shove it all the way in. Please? Let me feel you fill you mom’s hot pussy. Please Sammy. Fuck me ‘til I cum!”

I bent down and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. As I sank the length of my dick into her, I bit down harder. Mom cried out but pushed her body up to bury me even deeper. Then I pulled out completely to her dry of disappointment and frustration.

“I told you that I would take you! Make you do what I wanted! That is how I enjoy it! And you will not cum until I tell you I want you to. Do you understand mother!” My words were hard and direct. And I saw a flicker of fear once again cross her face. Her eyes looked deep into mine. The tip of my dick was nestled between the lips of her pussy.

With a hard shove, I buried it completely. Mom cried out in pain and alarm, her eyes closing tightly. Then she opened them up and there seemed to be a new attitude about her. A new understanding! Then she smiled. “Yes son!”

Her words were said with full understanding. And her meaning was not lost on me. Mom had submitted. I began to give her long slow strokes, and I felt her legs come up and wrap around me. Her hips bucked to meet mine and she gasped and groaned.

Then she opened her eyes wide. “Please Sammy! Please son! Let me cum? I can’t hold it much longer. It’s been so long! Please?” I smiled. She was trying so hard not to cum until I gave her permission. I began to fuck her even harder and faster. Driving my dick hard enough to make her grunt with each plunge.

“You are gonna be a wanton slut, mom! My wanton slut! You will do what I tell you to and you will please me how I have fantasized about all these years.” I was like a machine, driving into her with abandon. And mom met my thrust and gave them back with gusto.

“Yes son! Fuck me! Fuck your mom! Make her your slut! Make me do what you want! Sammy! Now? Please now?” I looked down at her face. It was contorted with lust and animal need. I knew she couldn’t hold back any longer.

“NOW! Give it to me mom!” Mom’s body rose off the bed, as her cry echoed in the room. I had never heard a woman cry out so when she was cumming. Mom’s body jerked like she was having a fit, and I felt a warm rush of fluid splash my dick and balls.

“I’m cumming Sammy! You’re making me shoot my cum all over your lovely dick. I haven’t done that with anyone in so long.” I wasn’t listening to her. Instead, I felt my own cum boiling up from my balls. It felt like my dick exploded as it splashed into her. And this caused her to cum again.

We lay in each other’s arms spent. When our breathing grew to where we were able to talk, I held her close and kissed her. This time, mom gave fully into my kiss, letting me feel her tongue slipping in and out of my mouth. Then she pulled back to look at me.

With a twinkle in her voice, she laughed. “You wouldn’t really turn your old mom, into your own personal wanton slut, would you?” I pulled out of her, feeling the gooey mess her pussy had created on my dick and balls. I got up on the bed, until I was lying with my back to the headboard. Then I grabbed her by her hair.

“Clean my dick! And make sure that you get it all.” Mom whimpered as I roughly pushed her head to my crotch. But she opened her mouth and was loudly slurping and sucking her juices off my soft dick. I held her by her hair, directing her mouth over my shaft, then down to my balls. I even lifted my legs and felt her tongue tip licking my asshole.

When she finished, I pulled her head up to me. Her face was smeared with our mixed juices. I kissed her hard, and she whimpered as her hands slid around me to hold me tight. “What do you think?” I said to her. Mom kissed me hard then. Her body, melting against mine, as we slid down on the bed.

“I think that my life will never be the same. And I couldn’t be happier.” I felt my dick beginning to grow hard. Mom felt it too. This time, she bent her head and gave me the best head I have ever had. Looking at her ass, perched up in the air, as her head moved slowly up and down, I couldn’t wait to hear her cries as I fucked it.

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It was a Friday night–Saturday morning, actually–around 1:30 A.M. I couldn’t sleep.

Everyone else in the house was sleeping like logs, I figured, and here I was, on my back in bed, hands behind my head, counting the little pips of plaster protruding from the ceiling. The count had reached 29,788.

“This is bullshit,” I growled.

I sat up and looked across the room. “I don’t want to do this,” I whispered, eying the bottom drawer of my dresser. Inside it, beneath a layer of flannel shirts and other wintertime stuff, was a thin fan of DVD’s belonging to my younger brother Dave, away at his freshman year at Penn State.

I was a freshman at Maryland U. myself, having dawdled away a year between graduation and the commitment to a higher education, and so, un-blessed by the dormitory life. He’d left the disks in my care, although, unlike Dave, I had never developed a liking for porno. Until tonight they had remained un-watched. I got up and got them out of the drawer.

The disk that got my attention was titled All the Right Holes. Clever title, I thought, unable not to grin. The disk pictured a young blonde with a distracted look on her face, lower lip caught between her teeth, scrutinizing what could only be called a monstrous dildo affixed to the end of a steel shaft. The monster hovered a foot and a half above the edge of a mattress, leaving no doubt what the blonde was contemplating. This movie, I thought, I just had to watch.

Fifteen minutes later, I was extremely aroused and extremely frustrated. Beating off is no less a pleasure for myself than it is for other guys, but at times like this it seemed more a torture than pleasure. I didn’t want to be watching the blonde girl with the undisguised expression of alarm on her face (seen also in her clenched fists, curled toes, rigid posture, and tendons popping out like steel cables all over her body) being ass-fucked by the goddamned machine; I wanted to be doing that myself.

“Michael,” my mother said softly.

I started and whirled around. “Mom?” I said stupidly.

She was leaning against the door jamb, arms folded across her chest, wearing an undisguised look of disgust.

“Shit,” I said, fumbling with the remote control. The action jumped to double-time, then extreme fast-forward, then slow-mo for an unfortunate close-up of the girl’s stuffed anus. I finally got the machine turned off.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, clutching the remote hard enough to shatter it. “I didn’t know you were standing there.”

“Obviously,” she said in a very dry voice.

Both of us understood that my cock, straight up out of my undershorts like a flagpole, had to be put away, which I did, shamefaced and awkwardly. It still was plainly evident within my shorts, however, and I found myself, for once, wishing to be of a more normal size.

“I thought my door was locked,” I said, apologetically.

“I’m sure you did.” She gestured toward the entertainment center with a fingertip. “That, I assume, is your brothers property?”

I nodded slowly, feeling shameful for transferring blame. “He just asked me to hold onto them for him,” I said, taking back the responsibility. “Watching it was my idea.”

A smile crept across her lips. She said, “Rather explicit, I must say. Better quality than the last tape I watched, which must have been . . . ten years ago, I guess. More . . .” She searched for the right term. ” . . . adventurous too, from what I just witnessed.”

Right. Argue the merit of porno from her heyday to the predilections of today’s bumper crop of stars. What was she doing up, anyway? It was five after two and the volume was down to one bar, barely audible from where I sat. To my knowledge, stroking eight inches of cock was pretty much a silent operation. Had I been panting too loud?

Neither of us knew what to say next, and after a moment she straightened up, took the doorknob in her hand, and said, “I’m going back to bed. Please make sure the door is locked next time.” The smile came back. “Your sister would die of a heart attack.”

I wondered which sister she meant: Sixteen year old Christine, mentally-stunted (if not physically), or bright little Kesta, only nine.

I nodded and she closed the door and left me in peace.

Left me in peace. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die. How long had she stood there and watched me beat my meat? What does a mother think, seeing the boy she raised, grown into a cock-stroking degenerate. My face crunched miserably at the thought, but then I reminded myself that I was the same age as her own first boyfriend, later her husband, when she let him knock her up with yours truly at the age of fifteen.

I sighed, and gave up on it for the night.

*

Saturday in the daylight was better. Mom acted un-remembering of our little incident, in fact, bantered with me over dinner in a a most uncharacteristic manner.

“I wish you wouldn’t call your sister Brain-dead, Michael. It’s very demeaning.”

Kesta giggled convulsively, Atışalanı Escort then stifled it at Mom’s withering glance. I poured Coca-Cola into my glass, let the foam settle, topped it off, then did the same to hers. Brain-dead was out somewhere with her friends.

“I realize there’s a less disporting description of the girl out there someplace,” I admitted. “But Googling “Christine Whittle” keeps coming back “Brain-dead Individual.” Help me out here, will ya?”

“Very funny,” she said, stabbing Kesta with another glare. “But it’s not conducive to her self-respect. You should learn to be more tolerant of her.”

“Tolerant? May I remind you who abandoned your bright little ES 3000 in the middle of the road just because she ran out of gas on the way to the concert?”

“That was not entirely her fault,” she said, reddening slightly. “I forgot to fill it up. I forgot to warn her about it.”

“She has eyes, doesn’t she? Maybe not a brain, but eyes.”

“Stop it, Kesta,” she said. Then to me: “It turned out all right.”

I pulled a slice of pizza free of the pie and stuck the point in my mouth. “Yeah,” I said, between chews. “Calling you at the intermission. That was real thoughtful of her.”

“Michael.”

“Michael,” I mimicked. Then, “She always was your favorite.”

A grin fought its way onto her lips. “No. She was always my most needful. There is a difference, you know.”

Kesta laughed again, though not quite sure of the reason.

I sighed dramatically. “How about–“

“How about Christine?” she said sweetly, “Or I cut off your Coca-Cola allowance?”

“I was just going to suggest Christine,” I said.

This might not sound like the height of levity to you, but Mom’s idea of light banter is the Sunday morning sermon. Dave and I had long ago named her “Solemn Sister” and then later, “Sister Agnes.”

We cleaned up the mess and I headed out to see Rachel, my girlfriend. It was one a.m. when I got back home and the house was nicely quiet. Even Brain-dead was asleep. I like the quiet. Quiet is good.

Before heading upstairs, I detoured to the kitchen, considered the two remaining slices in the Domino’s box, then decided on a sardine and tomato sandwich instead. I sat down with a glass of milk and some Doritos to eat with it.

“You could just drink chlordane,” Mom said, running her hand across the my shoulders before sitting down opposite me at the kitchen table. “And save yourself years of unnecessary eating, Michael.”

“Oh, there’s an interesting rebuke,” I said. “Coming from the woman caught eating pickle and asparagus sandwiches at three o’clock in the morning.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I was pregnant,” she said. “I had a defense.”

“And you were cute pregnant, too,” I said out of nowhere.

That ironic smile from the night before appeared on her lips again. She tilted her head, questioningly, an amusement in her eyes. I had never before, in all our years together, spoken to her with a sexual undertone in my voice. Let’s clarify that: A sexual undertone directed at her.

*

I am writing this account on my Apple iBook. The story so far has been told First-Person, past-tense, but let’s switch over to present-tense for a moment. Mom is thirty-five years old. She is a brunette with hair just touching her shoulders. She is lightly freckled from the summer sun, the freckles fading stubbornly now that it’s September. Her driver’s license states that her height is 5’6″, and that her weight is a comfortable 135 lbs. I don’t believe she is that heavy anymore, having gone on a diet and taken to the gym in the last six months. Driven to it, I’m sure, by her job as a systems analyst. But she looked good at 135.

Her eyes are brown and she has a perfect oval face. Her nose is cutely pointed and she has a strong chin and high cheekbones. When she puts her hair back she looks twenty-five, thirty at the oldest. Her breasts are not large but they are very well formed (a recent discovery), and she is trim-waisted and slender-hipped. You should see her legs. In short, she is beautiful.

Try being nineteen years old with a mother everyone wants to fuck, including, not to put too fine a point upon it, every one of your friends.

She and my father married in 1987, Mom being almost four months pregnant and starting to show a little potbelly, as evidenced in their wedding photographs. The marriage lasted two years, not quite to the day of my brother David’s birth. Dad continued child support for the two of us until Mom’s third marriage, which I will get to in a moment.

Her second marriage was to Harry Whittle, Brain-dead’s father. He was my dad’s best friend during his junior high and high school years, and who (evidently) never made it a secret how much he desired my mother. Harry and Mom married two days after the divorce decree in 1990, freeing her from Dad. Ten months later, Brain-dead was born.

Here’s where things grow complicated. Mom was such a stick Atışalanı Escort Bayan in the mud sexually (her own confessed flaw), that Dad abandoned her in 1989 and so did Harry Whittle in 1994. Following that second divorce, Mom swore off men completely. She saw no one for two years (becoming “Sister Agnes” in the bargain), and then suddenly, in the summer of 1996, she and Dad sat the three of us down in the living room and told us they were getting remarried. Talk about your bombshells. I hadn’t even seen Dad in two months and where had this come from, we didn’t know. But true to their word, the loving couple retied the knot on June 6th, 1996, their original anniversary date.

And that’s how Kesta came to have the same father as David and I.

*

“Are you ever going to date again?” I asked.

This was not the question she had anticipated. She blinked, said “Uh–,” a monumental lapse for her, before recovering. “Where did that question come from?” she asked.

“You’re thirty-five years old, Mom. You haven’t seen anyone since Dad passed away. That’s four years now, going on five, and your biological clock is slowly ticking down.”

She shook her head, as though to clear it. The smile had drifted away but there was still interest in her eyes. She wanted to know where this was going. So did I. So I just told the truth.

“I had the worst crush on you when you were pregnant with Kesta. Don’t take that the wrong way.”

Her eyes grew big. “How am I supposed to take it?” she said, almost hoarsely. “Did you–“

“I did not mean it sexually,” I said, very firmly. “I meant that you are adorable with a baby inside you. It makes me covetous of you, protective. I want to protect you. That’s all I meant.”

It looked like she couldn’t breath. I had that problem myself. The problem was, I was lying through my teeth. Her being pregnant with Kesta, and to a lesser degree, Brain-dead, had fired up a need in me that blew any feelings of protectiveness out into orbit. I was in love with her, and had been for years.

She pushed back from the table, shaking her head. Her extraordinary brain, up for any challenge on a day to day basis was, for once, failing her.

“I–I don’t know what to say,” she. “I have to go to my room.”

Embarrassment had already reddened her face, right to the roots of her hair; this only embarrassed her more. She walked away stiff-legged and I sat there with my sardine and tomato sandwich before me, wondering what the hell I’d just done.

*

It was the next evening and I was diligently completing my homework assignments. Two texts and three notebooks were spread out on the desk before me, along with my trusty iBook. My iPod lay somewhere beneath the mess, unused but not forgotten. Math and music don’t co-habitate well in my brain, and calculus, the worst possible of all math’s, was the subject I was laboring with. I looked up and Mom was standing in my doorway.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hello,” she said back.

She wore her customary late night lounge wear: sturdy cotton pajama’s beneath a terry-clothe robe; “bundled up” as David and I liked to call it. She was a cautious person by nature, the caution extending even to family members. I don’t remember ever seeing her braless beneath her clothing, and with the exception of just one time, had never glimpsed her in her underwear, The exception occurred when I was thirteen years old and I couldn’t even remember the circumstances, only that she wore a long black skirt–leading me to believe it was Sunday after church–and a low-cut black brassiere. The image of her small breasts snugged tightly into the bra cups–captured by them, really–still comes to me at night.

So far, we hadn’t talked about last night.

“I was thinking about last night,” she said, getting to the point.

I said, cautiously, “You were?”

“Yes, and I think you were right. I should begin dating again.”

My heart sunk and I put down the pencil I was holding, before it fell from my grasp. Okay, asshole, I thought. Reap what you sow.

“I think that’s a good idea,” I lied. “Anyone in particular?”

She shook her head. “It’s been so long, that I don’t have any prospects.”

Right, I thought. Men probably ask you out two or three times a week. Or maybe not. Her Victorian facade was pretty formidable.

“Do you . . . like anybody?” I asked, hoping she missed the hesitation.

She shook her head. Then she laughed, pretty mirthlessly, I thought, and said: “I know my looks are nothing to be ashamed of, but I don’t exactly exude sexuality, Michael.”

No, you don’t exactly, I thought. More like you erupt with it. I said, “Put out your thumb and see who picks you up.”

“Michael,” she said, mock-horrified. “Is that anything to say to your mother? I’m not a tramp, you know. I don’t buy drinks for men at the local roadhouse. Have some respect, will you.”

She was smiling, evidently enjoying the repartee.

“But Escort Atışalanı you’d look devilishly good as a cowgirl,” I said.

Her smile broadened. “Should I take up line-dancing?” She began a dance in the doorway, doing a very passable imitation of a roadhouse-girl, needing only boots, a Western shirt and too-tight jeans to complete the impression.

My heart reacted to a sudden jolt of adrenaline, beating anxiously. Or maybe it was testosterone I was reacting to, because I felt it between my legs also. She was giving me an erection, or the stirrings of one.

She leaned back against the doorjamb, hands in her pockets. The pressure drew the top of her robe apart, enough to expose the left side of her pajama top. The pose was unconscious, I’m sure, but very provocative for Mom. The equivalent of baring her cleavage, in another woman.

“Listen,” I said. “No one says you have to jump in head first. But you must know a man, maybe a couple men, who spark an interest in you?” She nodded in not-complete agreement. “So, the next time one of them begins to . . .” I didn’t want to say flirt. “. . . shows an interest in you, show an interest back. Just be yourself,” I added.

She snorted. “I’m asking for your help, not a way to polarize myself. Being myself freezes the air enough to show your breath.” She smiled sadly. “I’m not very good with men, Michael.”

And then she said something that shocked hell out of me.

“Do you know how many men I’ve slept with, Michael?” She held up two fingers, which shocked me even more. For another woman, the equivalent of admitting she had fucked the entire football team, including the coaches and the other cheerleaders, on the way home on the bus.

“Uh, gee, Mom,” I said, “that’s, uh, great.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve embarrassed you.” She stood up straight, a prelude to leaving me in peace.

“No, no!” I said hurriedly, closing the text books, the two notebooks and stacking them off to the side. “Come over here and sit down with me.”

She hesitated, then moved over to the chair opposite me and sat down. Her hands clasped together before her on the tabletop and began tugging at one another immediately. She was agitated, I thought, even more than normal.

“Do you want to know something funny?” she said in a low voice. She looked back at the open bedroom door, then lowered her voice again. “The reason you were conceived, was because of a porno tape.”

I just sat there and stared. We both grew red-faced. She swallowed uncomfortably, ground her hands together, and then pressed on.

“It was a Saturday night in July. I was at your dad’s house and I shouldn’t have been. because your grandparents were out.” She recollected a moment. “Maybe they were at the movies, I don’t remember exactly. Your Aunt Betty was there until eight o’clock or so, and then she went to the movies with her friends.

“That left just him and I,” she said, still wearing away her at her palms. “I was fifteen, he was seventeen . . .” She shrugged. “. . . the next thing I knew we were doing it.”

Time for caution, Michael, and some tact. So I asked: “Was it your first time . . being with a man?”

She nodded slowly, gazed fixedly on her hands. “It wasn’t a very good experience for me. He was all worked up from the tape–” An embarrassed grin played across her lips. “–and I was absolutely turned off.”

“Doesn’t do it for you,” I said.

“No it doesn’t,” she replied, with a very definite shake of her head. “In fact, it made me want to go take a bath.”

“But not dad.”

“No,” she said, with a sigh. “Not your father. He was like a rutting dog. Ready to mount me as soon as the movie started. Which he did, eventually,” she said, sighing again. “Like it or not.”

We were both quiet a moment. Then, knowing this was perhaps not the right thing to say to her, only knowing that it was the truth, I said, “I’m glad you did do it. I really am. If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now, trying to comfort you.” I reached out and put my hands over hers. “I’ll tell you something else. You don’t like porn for the same reason I don’t like porn: It’s impersonal, degrading, especially to the women. It’s a good part of why men see women as possessions, not their partners. Dad wasn’t making love to you, he was fucking his imagination.”

“Michael!” She recoiled a bit, but didn’t pull out her hands. “That’s a bit crude, Michael. And unjust. Your father was not a bad man. Only . . .”

“A man?” I said, and she laughed.

“Yes. A man.”

We sat there and I held her hands. They were momentarily still and I liked the warm feel of them. I guessed she suspected this, but she allowed me to keep on holding them. After a moment, she said, “I like sex, Michael. I just don’t like having it.”

Not knowing what else to say, I ventured, “With a man,” to which she nodded, not quite positively. “Well, have you ever considered . . .?”

She looked up, the smile creeping back onto her lips. “I have considered that, and I think making love to another woman might be very satisfying for me, and very pleasurable, something tells me I’d be no more adept at bedding a women than I am a man.”

Shock upon shock: a bisexual mother.

I cleared my throat, again asking the obvious. “Anyone in particular?”

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You don’t have to have read the previous chapters to enjoy the story but it would probably help. All comments are greatly appreciated.

Everyone in this story is 18 or older.

*****

The dreaded alarm started up and Tom groaned immediately but when he reached for his phone to shut it up he found someone lying in his way. His incredibly hot step sister, Louise, lay stark naked beside him. Gingerly, Tom reached past her to his mobile and swiped off the irritating bleeping.

Louise mewled softly but didn’t wake up fully. Tom found he was holding in his breath staring at the beauty lying so close to him. On her side, her tits looked amazingly big and soft, spilling onto the bed. He quickly found that it wasn’t just morning wood hardening his cock. In Tom’s single bed this led to his bellend nudging into his step sisters thigh.

Before he could try and adjust himself Louise stirred slightly and reached down to absently grasp his engorged shaft. Tom once again held his breath as his step sister began gently rubbing and milking his huge member. Sleepily Louise blinked awake and looked up into her brothers nervous face.

Tom was not feeling nearly as enraged or as bold as he had felt last night when he had confronted his step sister and was fully expecting Louise to push away from him and start screaming at the very least. What he did not see coming was his step sister’s face breaking into a big, contented smile.

“Morning,” she murmured with a wide yawn.

“Morning,” Tom replied, stunned.

‘Why isn’t she ripping my head off?’ Tom wondered.

Louise gave a big, full-body stretch and groaned, (giving Tom an even better view of her amazing tits) before dropping her arms back down and again taking hold of her step brother’s cock. Tom could only stare in bewilderment as Louise resumed wanking him off.

“Last night was…interesting,” Louise smirked, gradually picking up her pace, rubbing and squeezing her step brother’s monstrous member.

“Yeah it, eh, sure was,” Tom stammered lamely.

‘Smooth, Thomas, smooth,’Tom chastised himself silently. ‘You’ve got a sexy Goddess stroking your dick and you can barely string two words together…’

“Fancy another go?” Louise grinned.

Tom decided not to trust his words and instead sprang into action. Quite smoothly, he moved to his knees and slid Louise to the middle of the bed so that he was knelt between her open legs. She looked up at Tom with growing hunger, eagerly awaiting his next move.

Tom was too horny and excited for any foreplay and immediately lined up his bellend with his step sister’s opening. It was quickly clear he was not the only one incredibly aroused as Louise’s already wet pussy slowly opened and Tom slid his huge cock home in one long, slow push. Louise groaned and gasped as her step brother filled her to bursting. In this position, lying on her back with her knees raised, she felt like his monster of a prick was reaching up to her stomach. Tom gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size and enjoy the feeling of her tight, hot pussy surrounding his length.

When he felt she was ready to continue, Tom began sliding back and forth, moving his bellend back to just inside her entrance before shoving his full cock back in. He began slowly but even doing this was enough to quickly give Louise her first, powerful orgasm of the day. He then started to pick up his pace until he was rapidly pounding her, making her cum again and again.

The combination of the incredible sight of his step sister’s bouncing tits, the sounds of her moaning,and the hot, wet tightness of her pussy was soon too much for Tom and he knew his own climax was fast approaching. He just barely had enough self control to warn her he was getting close.

“Yesyesyes, do it, cum in me. Cum in my pussy,” Louise hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes alight with passion. “Fill me with your hot cum. Pump it deep inside me.”

Her dirty talking was just enough to push him over the edge and with a final hard thrust Tom buried himself fully in his sister’s cunt and unleashed pulse after pulse of thick jizz.

Normally in the past when Louise had let guys cum inside of her she would pretend she could feel them shooting their load in her to protect their precious ego, but when it came to her step brother, and his insanely massive phallus, she could actually feel the hot semen being sprayed deep in her pussy. This intense, erotic sensation was enough to make her cum one final time. Instinctively she wrapped her lovely legs around Tom’s waist and held him inside her while her cunt milked every drop from him.

Tom continued to hold him self propped up as he enjoyed the shivers of bliss running down his spine. He knew he couldn’t risk lying back down as there was always an inevitable wave of exhaustion that came with such a good climax. The knowledge that he couldn’t risk falling back asleep reminded him of the time and he reluctantly began to withdraw from Louise’s soft embrace.

His step sister Eğitim Escort made a soft moan of disappointment as Tom moved away but this was cut short by a sharp gasp as his still swollen cock popped free of her drenched hole.

“Gotta go for a shower,” Tom explained, equally dismayed at having to get up and out of bed.

Louise simply closed her eyes, gave an almost wistful sigh, and rolled over onto her stomach. Almost immediately she began to drift back off to sleep.

Tom gave his step sister’s round ass one last, longing look before grabbing his phone and clothes and heading for the shower. He didn’t bother pulling on even a pair of boxers as he headed to the bathroom as it just didn’t feel necessary anymore.

Tom entered the bathroom, dumped his clothes in a pile, and turned the shower on. With a few seconds to kill while the water heated up Tom checked the time on his phone. Fortunately he always set his alarm early as he hated rushing around in the morning. This meant he still had enough time for a decent shower and he could grab some breakfast. At that thought he realised he was practically starving as he had missed dinner the previous night. This train of thought was quickly forgotten as the bathroom door gently swung open.

In the doorway stood one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen – which was saying something given the events of the previous day. In nothing more than a skimpy black bra and matching thong stood his bombshell of a step mother.

Tom stared in literal open mouthed shock and his dick, which had only just began to deflate, immediately reared its purple head.

“I believe I was promised a nice, big cock to suck?” Sara smiled and raised one perfect eyebrow. “You seemed a little…preoccupied last night so I thought I might wait until this morning.”

‘What the hell is going on…’ Tom thought to himself, and not for the first time in the last 24 hours. ‘So she knows I fucked her daughter? Does she know I was just fucking Louise again 2 minutes ago? Why is she not kicking my ass?’

Tom thought better than to voice any of these thoughts and simply stared dumbly as his sexy step mother stepped into the bathroom and approached him. He opened his mouth to try and say something witty or sensual but found himself at a complete loss for words. Talking to women was never his strongest skill at the best of times nevermind when he was face to face with one of the hottest women he knew, who was clothed only in sexy underwear, offering to suck him off.

Fortunately he was saved the embarrassment of having to produce an answer as Sara wordlessly dropped to her knees before him. Clearly she hadn’t really been expecting an answer.

Without further hesitation Tom’s step mother looked up into his eyes, leant forward, and took the engorged head of his cock into her hot, wet mouth. Tom hissed and gasped quietly as Sara swirled her tongue around his bellend then pushed almost half of his length into her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth for a few seconds before releasing his cock with a wet “pop “.

She then grabbed hold of his prick with both hands and began expertly squeezing and rubbing his length.

“Someone’s already been busy this morning I see,” Sara smiled ruefully.

‘Aw shit!’Tom’s thoughts screamed, ‘she can taste her daughter’s pussy on my dick!’

Tom tried to quickly think of a plausible lie but realised it was completely hopeless, and, as his step mother inhaled his cock once more, he realised with a start that she didn’t seem to care!

Sara continued to suck and slobber on the first half of her step sons cock while she wanked the bottom half. She marvelled at the size of this monstrosity as her fingers struggled to circle the girth of his member. Sara actually enjoyed giving blowjobs, getting to have the man at her mercy, and felt she had gotten pretty damn good at them over the years. She was determined she would show her step sons her skills and master this immense cock.

Before he knew it, 10 minutes had passed and Tom’s step mother had begun forcing most of his prick down her throat. Great strands of saliva coated her chin and dripped over her scantily clad tits. Some tears marred her mascara and ran down her cheeks but Tom thought it just made her even hotter. As more and more of his member was being swallowed down her throat Tom knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Sara could see she was close to her reward of a stomach full of cum but was determined to deepthroat the whole, glorious dick before it erupted. Sara pulled back and took a few deep breaths as she pumped Tom’s cock with her hands.

“You getting close, baby?” Sara panted, her gaze full of hunger. Tom could see clearer than ever the similarity between her and her daughter when she looked at him so hungrily.

He groaned and nodded once to confirm he was approaching his climax.

“Yeah? You gonna empty those biiig heavy balls down my throat? You gonna fill your step mommy’s tummy with hot jizz? Eğitim Escort Bayan I want to swallow every last drop.”

Clearly looks wasn’t the only thing that Louise got from her mother. They both knew just what to say to drive Tom wild.

Seeing her words and hands had worked their magic and brought her step son to the brink of cuming, she knew it was time to finish him off.

in one fluid movement, Sara dropped her hands and engulfed the massive member with her hot, eager mouth. The engorged bellend reached the back of her throat and she forced it down with only a slight gag. She then pushed on and before she knew it she had her nose nestled in Tom’s short pubes and his entire length shoved down her tight throat. She moaned with pleasure and satisfaction which sent incredible vibrations running up Tom’s cock. She then bobbed slightly at the base of his prick, fucking his member with her oesophagus.

This sensation was finally too much for Tom and he threw his head back and groaned so loudly it was almost a roar as he unleashed his biggest load yet.

Spurt after spurt of thick, white cum blasted deep in his step mother’s throat. She loudly swallowed what she could but it quickly became too much. She pulled back and held the head of his cock in her mouth as he continued to spray huge loads of semen. She tried to keep swallowing but the volume was insane. Her cheeks swelled absurdly before his dick burst free of her mouth and a great rush of cum flowed from her mouth and down her chest and stomach. Yet Tom still wasn’t quite finished and couldn’t help himself from grabbing his shaft and milking out the last few bursts of seed which splattered over his step mothers face in great lines.

“Holy-fucking-shit!” Sara spluttered and coughed, his eyes squeezed shut as the last few drips ran down her face. When she opened them again she looked down at her self then up at Tom in amazement. “So much for swallowing every drop!”

“You did pretty well to be fair,” Tom observed happily, panting a little from the exertion.

“Jee thanks! You just kept cuming and cuming. I am absolutely plastered in the stuff!”

She wasn’t wrong, Tom thought. Looking down at her quite literally dripping in his cum. He had the sudden urge to grab his phone and take a couple photos but he resisted, just. Instead he offered her a hand to help her to her feet.

“Such a gentleman,” she laughed but accepted his hand. She groaned quietly as she stood due to the ache in her knees, she hadn’t realised quite how long she had been down there. “I need to go wash up. You better get your shower before all the hot waters gone.”

“You could always join me,” Tom offered with his best rougish smile.

“Oh nice try, Mister,” Sara laughed. ” But if I step in there you’ll have me bent over and split open in 2 seconds.”

Tom’s cock visibly jumped at the idea, drawing another giggle and playful slap from Sara.

“You’ve got school today, if I’m not mistaken,” she chastised half heartedly, putting on her best mum voice. Truthfully she was practically dripping with her own juices as well as his at the thought of getting fucked again.

“You could always phone in sick for me…?” Tom grinned, new feelings of confidence pulsing through him.

“Indeed I will not. You’re father would hang you for missing school without a broken bone to show for it.”

Tom sighed resignedly as he watched his step mother walk out into the hall. She was right, of course, although if there was ever a reason for his father to actually hang him, Tom felt it would probably have something to do with what they just did together.

“In any case,” Sara called back over her shoulder with a mischievous smile, and gave her own rear a light slap. “This ass will still be waiting here for you when you come home.”

Tom swallowed hard as he fought back the powerful urge to literally chase after his impossibly sexy step mother. Instead he just settled for shaking his head in disbelief as the bathroom door swung shut.

Now that that incredible moment had passed, Tom realised he was actually really should be getting ready for school and burst into action. He hurriedly checked the time on his phone. 8:09 am. Shit. He would normally be leaving in the next 5 minutes.

Tom hopped into the shower and frantically rinsed off the sweat and sex. He then dried off as he bolted down the stairs and grabbed a handful of cereal bars to shove in his bag. His school uniform was pretty crumpled from spending the night in a pile on his bedroom floor but it would just have to do. Tom only slowed to sneak back into his room to pick up his shoes. Louise was snoring quietly in his bed and once more Tom had to fight back the urge to join her.

Back downstairs, he did a quick check of his bag to make sure he had everything. Fortunately as he was in his last year at school his supplies largely consisted of pens, some blank paper, and (most importantly) his wallet so he could get a decent lunch. Escort Eğitim

All set he rushed out the door at just after 8:20 am and speed walked to school.

*****

The first half of the day passed fairly uneventfully, Tom was slightly late to Registration Class at the start of the day and got a disapproving tut from Mrs Davies but nothing more. He didn’t have Miss Rose on a Friday so he didn’t have to worry about that encounter, just yet anyway.

He went to the nearby chippy with a couple of his friends at lunch time and had a large fish and chips to make up for the missed dinner and lacklustre breakfast.

After lunch he had a free period which Tom generally enjoyed as it was 50 minutes of relative freedom, however none of his friends had a free period at this time so he always ended up spending it in the school library, bored out of his mind.

So it was in the library that Tom found himself staring mindlessly out the window, alternately dreaming of Sara’s and Louise’s awesome assets waiting for him at home.

Suddenly a very pleasant, sweet smell drew him out of his reverie as someone walked past behind him. Tom turned lazily to see the source of the fruity fragrance. His eyes fell on the back, then ass, of Tanya – arguably the hottest girl in his year.

She wore a white shirt and black skirt like most girls at his school, however unlike most girls, her shirt was almost entirely translucent, showing off the red bra underneath. Her skirt was equally chaste as it hugged her slim figure and perfectly showed off the curve of her ass. She was generally well liked but had a bit of a reputation for acting slutty, particualrly at parties, but rarely putting out.

Tom didn’t actually know her very well as there were a lot of people in his year all through school and they had very much different friend groups. Any interactions he had had with her had been brief but pleasant enough. Tom had fantasized about her on occasion as any straight male would but only now did a real hunger for her start to burn.

Tanya was heading to the library’s exit when Tom had noticed her. Any other day he would have simply glanced at her ass, had a couple of dirty thoughts, then carried on being bored shitless. But this was not an ordinary time for Tom and the moment his eyes had found her the powerful, undeniable lust reared up inside him.

Before he had even finished any kind of reasoning Tom had got to his feet, grabbed his bag, and found himself following her out of the exit. As soon as he stepped into the deserted hallway he knew instinctively which direction she had gone, almost as if he could still smell that exotic perfume.

Walking quickly but with his mind in a daze Tom turned right and strided down the corridor. As soon as he turned the corner at the end he found himself directly behind her. She was walking slowly while typing rapidly on her phone, clearly absorbed in some kind of conversation. It was unusual to see her walking around without a few of her friends and Tom reasoned she was probably in a similar situation to himself.

Now that he found himself stood so close to her, with nobody else in sight, Tom began grasping for some sort of plan. The immense desire was pulsing through him as it had yesterday when he had attacked his teacher, neighbour and step mother, but this time he had a slight grasp on what was happening and he knew he needed to get somewhere more private before he completely lost his senses.

Just on the left before the next stairwell there was an alcove with a staff toilet and a disabled toilet which Tom knew for a fact was always unlocked. But how to get her in there without making a scene?

Tanya walked past the two toilets and Tom was quickly running out of time. He could already see what would happen if he didn’t get her into the toilet – he would lose control and take her in the stairwell she was heading towards, a very, very open stairwell.

Tom hurried over to the disabled toilet door and grabbed the handle. Maybe he could pretend there was something interesting in there and lure her over. It was a ropey plan to say the least and immediately fell apart as he turned the door’s handle. It was locked. Shit.

‘This is always supposed to be open!’ Tom’s thoughts screamed internally as he wrenched fruitlessly on the handle.

“Hey, you okay?”

Tom physically jumped in surprise. In his frustration he didn’t realise he had been cursing loudly at the locked door and had attracted Tanya’s attention.

“Oh, uh, yeah yeah I’m fine,” Tom stammered, acutely aware of how crazy he looked. “This, this is meant to be open, isn’t it?”

“Yeah normally. Apparently it got vandalised so they locked it. You need to ask a teacher for a key,” Tanya explained, slowly turning away from the weird guy she assumed was about to shit himself.

As she had been speaking Tom’s gaze had automatically dropped to her practically see though shirt at the racy, red bra underneath. For her slim figure she had a nice sized, perky set of tits which he longed to grope.

He could see he was rapidly losing her attention and losing his hold on his common sense. In a moment of absolute desperation, Tom stepped back and tugged on staff toilets door handle. Beyond all hope the door sprang open and the toilet was empty.

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What begins here is a tale of love, heartbreak and a rekindling of a love that will not, cannot be snuffed out. A story of lovers, soul mates, cousins who find a deep bond one summer that lasts to this day. Surviving a distance of 2000 miles, a betrayal and 15 years of silence, I cannot tell you how this story ends as it has no ending in sight…

CHAPTER 1: Lovers, Soul mates, Cousins

“Drop me off here Dad, I will go meet her plane and wait at the curb” I say as my dad pulls over to the curb at Ontario airport in Ontario California. I jumped out and almost ran into the terminal looking for my cousin Brandi. Almost immediately I am tackled as my cousin jumps into me hugging me tight.

“I was so scared, I have been waiting 20 minutes for you to get here,” she exclaims as she wipes tears from her eyes.

“I’m sorry we were late, bad traffic on the way down,” I explain.

“It’s ok, you are here now and I feel better already,” I pick up her bag and walk outside just as my dad drives up to the curb. Bag into trunk, cousin’s seat belted into back seat and away we go back to my home for what I hope is a fun summer.

At the time my cousin Brandi was a typical teenage girl, slightly below average height, fair skin, and long brown hair and in my opinion, perfect. I myself was tall at almost 6’1″, medium build, kind of lanky and goofy looking and definitely the shy one. For her birthday My dad and Brandi’s mom, bought plane tickets for her to visit me in California for three weeks and then the two of us back to visit Michigan where she lives for three weeks and then I fly home. We had both been looking forward to this trip for a long time. We had started talking on the phone earlier that year along with meeting for the first time in Las Vegas. Our parents bought us calling cards, sent out for free ones from Pepsi during a promotion they were having and downright running up phone bills for 6 months or so. We had become inseparable on the phone and I don’t think either one of us thought it would be different in an extended period of personally hanging out for the summer. Man was we wrong about the different part.

The first week or so was normal teenage summer stuff in a town with nothing to do; we played cards, watched TV and movies, and the occasional video game. With my sister back in town Brandi stayed in my room sleeping on the top bunk. We would be up to all hours of the night just talking and making jokes. Now I am a perfectly healthy human being, male, straight and a virgin and at some point Brandi was no longer just my cousin, she was a beautiful girl sleeping in my room that I could literally tell anything. She was my best friend and I found out one night, my lover and soul mate.

We were on the bottom bunk one night laughing and joking when the conversation somehow moved to sex, a subject that we had not really talked about a lot. We discussed sex from an assortment angles, Virgin? Yes I was, she was not, male or female, straight for us both, etc. Naturally sex morphed into porn, of which I was a self-taught expert, being a horny teenage male and all. I told her I had my own stash and she asked to see it. So I retrieved my stash from the very bottom of my desk “junk” drawer and brought it back to the bed. She thumbs through it for a bit and then Avrupa Yakası Escort pushes it away. I replace the mags and books and lay back down when I notice she is reading one of my racier porn books. The book she was reading was a collection of incest stories that I had just gotten and had not read much of, still unsure of what I thought.

“Brandi I…” my heartbeat is racing at this point. Will she throw the book at me and never talk to me again, silently condemn me and ride out the trip until I come back from Michigan, or…

“Do you like this kind of stuff? Incest?” She asked innocently, I thought.

“I don’t know, I just got it and had not read through much if any” I replied.

“Read some now, it sounds naughty, but read it aloud”

So I pick a story about four siblings who all seem to want to fuck each other to death when suddenly the book is no longer in my hands and my cousin Brandi is leaning into me more than usual. So close I can smell her freshly washed hair, minty breath and peer directly into her beautiful eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

“If I tell you something will you promise not to tell anybody?” She asks shyly, dropping her chin so her hair falls into her face covering her intoxicating eyes.

“Sure, you know that.” I reply. Suddenly a lump forms in my throat and I can barely talk.

“The part about the one girl going nuts when someone caresses her cheek, I have that too, but on my neck”

“Umm ok, you mean like this,” absolutely terrified that I was crossing a huge line, but owing to the fact I had just read porn, I reached out and caressed the side of my cousin’s neck. No burning, no slapping, or hitting but one loud moan escapes my cousins throat. Emboldened I continue to caress, moving to the other side, the back the front, all over, all the while eliciting many moans from my cousin. The feel of her smooth skin under my fingers excites me in ways I had never felt. My stomach was in knots and I could barely draw breath, all of my energy was put into caressing my cousin’s neck, causing those blood boiling moans. Next thing I know I have been pushed onto my back as my cousin climbs on top of me and kisses me passionately on the mouth. For a split second I freeze and then my cognitive abilities run to the battle bridge and I kiss back, pushing her over onto her back and lying on top of her we began an amazing make out session that would set my blood aflame and push my passion to the boiling point. Never once did the fact that Brandi is my cousin ever enter my mind. Here I was with a beautiful young woman in my bed that is kissing me and aching for me to kiss her back.

“This is wrong but it feels so right” my cousin breathes out between kisses.

“I know, I feel that way too, want me to stop?” I respond

“Yes, no, I don’t know. How can something that feels so wrong also feel so right and good?”

“I can stop…”

“Please don’t” she begs and proceeds to kiss me again. By this time I am thinking that if my hands on her neck feel good, what about my lips? So I begin to kiss her neck and chin and ear. She completely freezes all movement and just soaks in the sensations of my kisses on her neck and the few times I am adventurous enough to nibble.

“Do you Avrupa Yakası Escort Bayan enjoy kissing me?” she breathes out as I kiss her neck.

“God yes, this is amazing” I respond between nibbling her ear and a kiss just below her jaw. Suddenly I feel her hand rubbing my cock through the shorts I was still wearing. A moan of my own escapes my throat as it is my turn to freeze up and just…feel the sensations of the first time someone other than me has their hand on or near my cock. For the next, what felt like an eternity, my mouth and her hand were in a war for which could inflame the other faster, we tied…

“Then you are going to love this” Brandi scoots down the bed a bit and quickly undoes my shorts and pulls them down along with the underwear I was wearing. Out popped my cock, a modest six inches with a slight curve towards my belly. Cooing she wraps her hand around my shaft and gives it a small jerk before wrapping her luscious lips around my tip and then down the shaft, taking it all in one shot. Stars started to pop behind my eyeballs as I go through a slight sensory overload, having never received a blowjob before. Bobbing back up I can feel her tongue licking my shaft and then all over the tip as her mouth comes off my cock, only to plunge back down with more and more gusto. My cousin was giving me my first blowjob of my life and I just lay back and soak it all in. Her lips on my shaft, her tongue flicking out as she pulls up to the top. I am lost in a sea of ecstasy and only one thought was able to penetrate my head “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck this feels amazing”

I begin to think that well we have gone this far, what’s next. Brandi is perpendicular to my body as she continues to suck my cock so I reach out and put my hand on her amazing looking ass and dare to caress. I pick up the pace as she moans through a mouthful of cock, and then slip my hand underneath her shorts and start exploring. I find her cunny and touch it; she jumps a little in surprise but never stops her ministrations so I keep at it, noticing that she is getting warmer and moister.

Brandi sits up and looking me straight in the eye slowly undoes the buttons on her pajama top and removes it, displaying her a-cup size breasts, amazing nonetheless, and slides her bottoms off with ease. Feeling paralyzed I take a few moments to drink in the sight of my naked cousin, perfect skin, perfect breasts, almost smooth pubic region with just a sprinkling of hair, I nearly cum just looking at her. She then lowers herself on top of me kissing me again as my hands fall right onto her breasts and begin to play with her nipples. I roll her onto her back and, holding my shirt up, position myself between her legs. As I begin to slide my rod into her hot embrace my bed gives a loud squeak.

“Your bed is too noisy” she complains.

“Floor then?” I ask.

“Fuck yes, I want this to happen, I want you” The emphasis she puts on the word you just threw more wood on the fire in my loins.

“Me too,” I respond and stand up and hold out my hand to help her get up. We stand there for a second and then kiss passionately again for a few moments and then lust takes over again and we lay down on the floor. Once again I prepare to enter her, using a trick I Escort Avrupa Yakası remember seeing in a porn movie I rub the head of my cock up and down her slit, lubing it and driving her wild all at the same time. She helps to guide me into her and as I sink all the way down in my brain explodes with a myriad of sensations and I come to the realization that I have put my dick into my cousin’s pussy. I expect guilt and remorse, but all I feel is a rising temperature and a range of emotions from happy to love and everything in-between. It was at that moment that I realized how deeply in love with my cousin I was, still am today, but it all began right there. This beautiful perfect creature, which would forevermore be my soul mate, the other half to my whole, was at that moment melded with me in a perfect link of life and love. For me it felt as if the world stopped turning and watched as I made sweet love to this young woman. I knew I would never be the same again and never thought to wonder how, I didn’t care, I loved her, love her still and all that mattered at that point was that we were finally whole.

I slowly begin to move in and out of her, slowly gaining speed as she moans louder and louder eventually grabbing a towel from the floor and screaming directly into it. I can feel my balls begin to swell as I approach climax, way too early if I had any say in the matter, so I did the only thing I could think of and stopped.

“Wha-whats wr-wrong?” Brandi asks breathlessly.

“I want to do it doggy style” I respond hopefully.

“Oooh good idea” Mental fist pump as I pull all the way out and reposition so she can get on her hands and knees in front of me. I grab my cock with one hand and her ass with my other I guide my way into her and slide balls deep, way deeper than I had been before and had to concentrate on not blowing my load in her right then. After a moment I am able to move and proceed to fuck her silly for an hour. My cock slamming in and then slowly back out, teasing her with just the tip. Porn was my teacher and I was an avid student now putting what I learned to real use. I can feel her pussy getting hotter and hotter all the while I am slamming into her and her moans match my pace exactly. Quick short pumps, loads of short sharp moans. Long pile driving fucking, drawn out, almost noiseless moans with a sharp “huh” at the end.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me, god fuck me more” my cousin exclaims over and over.

“I’m going to cum soon Brandi!”

“Do it, cum on my ass and back for me, I want to feel it!” Willing to do anything this lovely creature tells me to do I piston hard and fast a few more times and right as I feel like I am going to explode I pull my cock out and shoot ropes of cum across her back and onto her ass. I have never in my life cum so much and I could feel a second orgasm hit me as I spurted my last shot, a wave of ecstasy washed through me causing me to tremble and give voice to a loud moan. Spent, I lean over her back, feeling my own cum sticking to my chest I pant into her hair as she herself comes down from an intense orgasm.

“Holy Shit that was amazing” I say as I sit on the floor next to Brandi who cuddles into me. Running her hands up my leg she nods and turns her head up to look at me.

“It only gets better from here”

“How so? I ask

“You take off all your clothes” she teases as she pulls my shirt away from my sweat slicked back. I smile and kiss her one last time before we go to bed, separately unfortunately, and fall asleep almost immediately.

Chapter 2 coming soon, full of more passion, more love and a small dose of stupidity.

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