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If I don’t get this all down right now, the details will start to fade. You know how dreams start to fade once you wake up. So he and I are in a bakery-restaurant looking at the cakes in the display case. We chat a bit about some ingredient name that is unfamiliar – like ganache – but it’s not that. The perky lady behind the counter offers us a taste, from a sample cake. She brings it to the countertop and presses the crumbs from already cut pieces down to the plate with her hand (not everything makes sense in a dream!) My ‘friend’ is given a nice round piece. I reach in and take a small one, eat it, and proclaim how much I enjoy rum in a cake. Smiles all around, although I have yet to see HIS face, I saw hers.

We entered through the bakery, on our way to lunch in the restaurant part of the building. Now he is close to me as we pass through the alcove and into the reception area of the restaurant. There is a lectern and a person taking names. We move close to the lectern, cutting off another patron entering from elsewhere; and my ‘friend’ sidles up close to me…putting his hand in mine. I am torn between telling the staffer my name, and talking with my friend.

“You can hold my hand if you like.” He had already released it. “Really. You can hold my hand.” He lets his hand brush mine.

“Two, please.” The staffer now has our information.

I turn my hand slightly to take his. We are standing very close together. He only needs to move an inch to place his warm cheek onto mine, and brush across my face. Then I turn to see him. He is smiling. He is beaming. He is in love with me.

“Hungry?” He asks as we pass into the main dining area. My eyes open; the dream starts to fade a bit. But I will never forget how wonderful it made me feel.

I have the feeling…no, I know for certain that he and I (at least in the dream) have already been lovers. The touch of his cheek to mine was heavenly. I felt his warmth, his silky skin, his very soul touch mine.

After yesterdays melancholy start, this is a revelation. I feel uplifted, light, and ready to tackle my day. Breakfast fills me up with food. Now I need to continue the good feelings of my dream. A walk in my nearby park should do the trick.

I am surprised and amused that on my short ride there, my dream stays fresh, and completely fills my thoughts. As I park the car, I get this rush, and a tingling up my spine. What a great day this will be!

“Hello.” The voice is coming from the car next to mine. I don’t recognize it, but the man in the drivers seat is now leaning out his car window. His arms are resting on the door frame. He is clearly interested in talking with me. I would respond, if I could. In this current state of shock, my words have left me. It is the man from my dream.

Part 2 –

Where do I start? I do not claim to be clairvoyant, although there have been several episodes of ESP experiences in my life that shook me to the core. Some expressed themselves in the ‘real’ world…though nothing to date like this!

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, bud. You okay? My GPS took me here. Just moved in and needed a breather. Name is Gavin.” He is extending his hand to me.

“Tom. Nice to meet you.” I am fixated and staring at him like a stalker. I know I am not smiling. I probably look as bewildered as I feel. His hand is still in mine; and it feels exactly…it feels exactly like it did in the dream. I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.

“Good to meet you, Tom. I always like to make a new friend on my first day in a new town. My job at the Cafe starts in a few days…but we can hang out if you like. A local is the best source of info, you know.” I am reluctantly releasing his hand. A smile is finally Görükle Escort able to make its way onto my face. This is truly a case of meet, greet, and marry, as far as my imagination is concerned. I have all I can manage to not lean in and feel his cheek against mine! That would clinch this, for sure.

“South Street Park is wonderful, Gavin. There are pathways, ponds, nature hikes and lots of places to sit and talk. Come on.” He is out of his car now; standing close to me. His hand just brushed against mine. I want to ask if he wants to hold hands. I can’t.

“Good. This is just what I need today. Moving in was tough. Had to do all the small stuff by myself. Movers did the big things. You know how that goes.” I do indeed. These last years have seen me move half a dozen times. After losing my business to the recession, let’s just say it has not been easy.

“Wow. This is amazing!” We are standing on a path overlooking a Japanese garden in the valley below us. “I like you already, Tom.” He is smiling at me, beaming really. His arm is now around my shoulder; and we are walking toward one of the benches that line the perimeter of a lovely little pagoda. We sit there, close to each other, bound by the arms of the small bench. I can’t help myself.

“Have we met before, Gavin?” Maybe I regret saying that.

“It’s a small world, Tom…but…” His thigh is pressing against mine. Our eyes are locked together in a mutual exploration of each other’s soul. He is pondering how to finish his last sentence. “You do seem familiar to me, somehow. Could be we just click, right?” I nod. But it’s more. It has to be more than that.

My life has taken me on a difficult journey to my present age. At just over sixty, I have spent my years in a battle against loneliness and despair. My inner nature is one of joy and optimism, but as an outsider to mostly everything and everyone, fitting in anywhere has been a challenge for me. I have prayed often for this to change, like the way you pray often to win the lottery.

“Let’s walk to the pond and feed the ducks.” I feel emboldened. As I bolt to my feet, I extend my hand to him. He seems to be about my age; and is as energetic as I am in his appearance and stride. He takes my hand, stands, and we begin the five minute walk to the largest of the ponds in the park. He has not let go of my hand.

Part 3 –

The day is glorious. It is early Springtime; and the sky is clear, the temperature is just right; and the slight breeze is very refreshing. The air is filled with a familiar fragrance. My spirit is high. As I glance over to Gavin, he is looking over at me. We smile. The pond appears.

“Oh, wow!” Yes, Gavin. It is like a scene from a movie. Young children flitter about, throwing pellets of food to the hungry ducks. Adults and parents lazily stroll, taking in the beauty of the place. Our pathway leads to a covered bridge, and we cross over to a secluded meadow. We sit on the only bench there. We are alone, yet not alone.

“Can I call you ‘friend’, Gavin?”

“For starters.” Can this be? Have I found someone to share the journey with? Okay. Stay grounded, Tom.

“Those ducks have the right idea. How about we take my car and get something to eat?” Now I have to come down from this daydream, as nice as it has been, and make a decision. I know very little…nothing really…about this man. He may be a serial killer for all I know. But the pull to fulfill my deepest desire for companionship, my dream, is too strong to resist.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

We drive about ten miles and he parks near a country style building, the sign of which states:

Skytop Bakery Cafe – Heavenly Food and Drink

Oh, come on. Görükle Escort Bayan Fine. It’s just a name. We are at the crest of the biggest hill around. It’s just a name.

“I start here in a few days, Tom.” I am once again at the precipice of being in shock.

“I can’t.” He looks puzzled. Concerned.

“You can’t what, Tom?”

“I can’t go in there, Gavin. I had a dream last night. It’s a long story. But…” He reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh.

“Okay. We’ll go somewhere else.” I start to breathe again.

“No. I’m just being silly. I want to see where you will be working. Let’s go in.” Yet deep down I have no confidence in myself at this moment. Somewhere inside I feel a reservoir of tears begin to fill.

“This door, Tom. It’s the bakery side.” He holds the door for me, and terror wells up. I enter and that reservoir continues to fill.

“I’ll be working in the dining part, Tom, but I just had to show you these cakes. Great, huh!?” Let’s just skip forward. We’ve all been here before, after all. With tears welling up, I pass through the portal to the lectern, Gavin now by my side. His hand finds mine. The feel of his cheek to mine…it burns with a familiar warmth and pleasant memory. I feel quite faint. I…no…not here…

Part 4 –

There is a bright spot in my otherwise cloudy vision. It’s a ceiling light. I am lying down. On a bed. My shoes are off. Gavin is sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a cloth to my forehead.

“Welcome back.” I see the face from my dream. He wipes the tears from my cheek with his finger.

“I’m so sorry…I…”

“Hey, it’s okay. We can eat later. Right now I have a confession of sorts to make.” I lift upwards onto my elbows and wait for Gavin to begin.

“This may sound weird to you. It still is weird to me. I had a dream the other night, just before moving here, about bringing a guy to my new workplace. When I saw you park next to me, I just knew you were the man in my dream. I never would have been so bold otherwise. Crazy, huh?”

I take a deep breath, lean in, and place a swift and gentle kiss on his lips. Gavin reaches to hold the back of my head and kisses me with more passion and intent than I have ever known.

“Me, too.” He looks puzzled.

“Me too, what?”

“My dream was of being in the bakery, with a guy. He and I stand at the lectern. We hold hands for a moment. He brushes his cheek to mine…”

“Like this?” Gavin duplicates the exact sensations from my dream.

“Yes.” I am crying like a baby. He is holding me in his arms; and moving onto the bed. We are both fully clothed, yet with him now atop me, and my arms hugging him close, all the world recedes before us. We are kissing as lovers do. I feel like my lottery prayers have finally been answered!

“How about we move from ‘friends’ to ‘friends with benefits’?” He is smiling at me. I nod in agreement. My heart is racing with anticipation. I have been with very few men through the years. Mostly just sexual hookups, though I was looking for more. This feels different. Way different. As Gavin rises from me, he lifts his polo shirt over his head. The slightly hairy body of a very fit ‘dad bod’ begins to show itself. As his pits are revealed, my weakness by the way, I start to feel a familiar stirring down below. Before the shirt passes over his face and hair, I am diving into the wonderfully pungent man scent of one of his pits.

“Damn, Tom. Nice!” He is caressing my back; and lifting my shirt from under my belt. It soon joins his on the floor. We are, at 5’10” the same height. Just about the same build. About the same weight. A match made in heaven? I am licking at one of his erect nips now, Bursa Escort Bayan gently nibbling it and…

“You are one sexed up hottie!” He has no idea!

I am reaching for his belt buckle, in a desperate mood to get him naked as fast as possible. Hookup or something more, right now I need to feel his entire body pressed against mine. My need is urgent, and he knows it.

“Right. Let me help.” Gavin is down to his briefs. he is grappling with my jeans, and as I raise my butt off of the bed, he pulls them off my body. Red bikini briefs fill his gaze, and with a slack jawed lust, he is hungrily attacking them with his mouth. My hands roam lazily through his thick hair, encouraging his efforts at my crotch.

“Gavin. Please. I need you.” He knows what this means. With a swift tug, my red briefs are on the floor. His join them. He lowers himself gently to me; and we kiss. My mind is not my own to command. I am on auto-pilot with only one goal. My one goal is to connect as completely with Gavin as I can.

“Can I fuck you?” His mind and mine are in synchronicity.

“Yes.” At our age, and having briefly shared our sexual histories, we have no fear of going bareback. All I want is for him to be inside of me. To connect his body with mine. To join himself inexorably with me in the most passionate and loving way possible. He knows this. It is what he wants, as well.

“I want you to be mine, Tom. Really mine.” I open fully to him, his mouth and tongue dancing on and within me, capturing and holding me at the edge of my ability to contain myself. The taste of him is wonderful. As he probes me, his tongue penetrates as deeply as it can, covering mine in its attempt to get into my throat. Suddenly, he is upright, and my hands are torn from his ass cheeks. His wet lips are caressing my hard shaft with feather touch kisses. Can I actually stay this hard? We’ll see.

“Got a nice stiffy there, bud! Let’s see how it fits inside my throat.” I gasp.

“G…G…Gavin!” At this rate, I will blow a load any second. The muscles of his throat are contracting and releasing around my cock, milking me like a teat-sucker attached to a cow. He has me on the way to an explosive ejaculation. My head is spinning out of control.

“Gotta do this, you must be loose now.” His is a statement and a question. I just nod.

“Please, Gavin. Take me. Make me yours. Please.” Muscular arms are lifting my legs to his shoulders. One hand tugs my junk up toward my belly; the other is at his mouth. He spits a wad onto it, and rubs the warm saliva onto both my hungry hole, and his raging hard-on. As he presses himself to my entrance, I hear a voice inside my head congratulate itself for this moment. Gavin moves his hips toward me; and he sinks in easily to the hilt of his crotch. We are one.

Part 5 –

Long, slow, and deep thrusting takes Gavin and me to the brink. Feeling him inside of me and seeing the joy on his face, I just know that ours will be more of a permanent joining than I ever could have hoped for. As his chest strains to fill with air, the flush spreading across his body telegraphs his impending orgasm. With head thrown back, and a guttural groan, he lets go and releases into me.

“God! Oh, God!” His first ropes rip through the swollen glans of his penis, causing him a momentary pain that quickly morphs into the most pleasurable sensation he has ever known.

“Gavin! Oh, Fuck. Gavin!” My own cock is spewing a stream of warm cum onto my belly. It has been years since I shot this far, this many ropes, this much cream. I want him to fill me like this and never let me go. As he sinks onto my body and sighs, I wrap my arms around him, and we lay there joined as one. I know this is only the beginning of our relationship. His penis is still full and warm inside of me. We have given ourselves to each other.

No way I could have dreamt this up by myself. Thank you…wherever and whatever you are. Thank you for making my dream come true!

To be continued…

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(Authors Note. First things first this is my first story so go easy on me. Second this is hopefully the first part of a short series. I didn’t want to write a rushed story instead I prefer one with atmosphere and some depth and a lot of build-up but likewise I didn’t want a huge story so instead decided to split it into parts. Not much happens in this first part except some background and setting so if you are looking for something quick you can skip to a later chapter or look for something else but I promise things will get a lot more “interesting” in future instalments. Thanks)

Hello, my name is Emily and right now I’m lying in my bed, one hand tenderly caressing my breasts under my t shirt, the other playfully tugging at the waistband of my jeans trying to gain access to the dripping wet folds concealed within my panties, all the while I’m thinking of the boy who is probably laying less than a meter away from me albeit separated by our dorm room walls.

Woah maybe I should back up a bit, bring you up to speed? As I said my name is Emily, Emily Watkins and my story begins a couple of months back when I started my freshman year at college.

First a little bit about me. I’m not exactly the most outgoing girl but I wouldn’t say I’m particularly shy either, I mean I used to be but I’d be lying if I said my confidence didn’t receive a boost in the last year or so when I found out that, well, I suppose you could say I’m pretty hot. I always thought of myself as just average looking but in my last year of high school several events occurred that suggested otherwise. I won’t bore you with the details as most of it was pretty insignificant just the odd comment from a girl saying that they wished they looked like me, the stares I noticed I attracted from my male classmates (and some of the girls too) and of course that fateful night at my friend Kate’s 18th Birthday party when Mr Mega Jock Uber Tool captain of the football team tells me that if he wasn’t dating Miss Super Bitch Head Cheerleader he’d “so totally do me”

I mean I suppose it came down to self-confidence because looking at me I suppose there is nothing to be ashamed about. My shoulder length light brown hair frames my fair skinned face (“with cheekbones that should be on the cover of Vogue” as my friend Kate would often say). My mother always said she loved my deep green eyes (which I confess are kinda cute). I’ve always been athletic and this has given me a great body, I particularly like my toned, flat stomach but I always receive quite a few stares thanks to my tight little butt. I’m pretty tall for a girl and have the long lustrous legs that come with it and to top it all off I have a pair of perky C cup breasts. Yet despite all this, despite what friends tell me I just don’t see myself as anything particularly special. I mean there are definitely women prettier than me out there I’ve certainly always prided my brains over my body but I’m pretty sure you don’t care about my grade point average…

Anywho back to the story, I was moving into my dorm (a mixed gender dorm that thankfully gave each student their own room, a pokey little room mind you but at least I had four walls and a lockable door to gain some privacy should I wish) and since it was the first day moving into the dorm everyone seemed excited and anxious to meet people. There were istanbul escort nine other rooms on my floor and when I arrived I found a small group of students waiting to greet me. Seven of the ten students on my floor had already moved in and they were waiting in our little communal area to greet their new neighbours (I would later find out this was the plan of Hannah, the girl in the room next to mine who I would quickly become great friends with) While playing meet and greet with my new neighbours another girl arrived and was dragged into the excitable mass of hugs, names and introductions granting me a moment of respite.

So we were just waiting for one other student who I deduced would probably be another guy since there were six of us girls and only three boys and I assumed the faculty would maintain some degree of balance in a mixed gender dorm.

You might be getting the impression so far that I’m not a particularly sexual person. Well that’s not entirely true, I mean I’m no nymphomaniac but I’d had a couple of boyfriends who I’d slept with in high school and I’m open enough to admit I regularly masturbate. Why am I telling you this now? Well it would figure that as soon as my own thoughts turned a little bit sexual things became A LOT more sexual in the real world. After the meet and greet session there was a brief lull in the conversation and I took the time to examine my male dorm mates to see if it was worth “getting to know them better” Now I hate to sound shallow but one of the guys Frank did nothing for me, the guy was clearly an absolute sweetheart and we would become great friends over the coming months but I just didn’t see him that way. Kyle was kinda cute but his mannerisms ad persona told me immediately that he was probably gay (feminine intuition would later prove correct) so that left me with Adrian. He was also a handsome fella and I could definitely see myself being interested if he turned out to be a nice guy…

Before my thoughts could become any more lurid though Hannah broke me from my reverie and suggested that I go get settled in and perhaps starts unpacking since the group had pounced upon me the moment I walked through the door, luggage still in hand. It wasn’t long after I entered my room and begin to unpack that I heard Hannah’s over excited squeals from the hallway, a tell-tale sign our final dorm mate had arrived. I felt I had to be a part of this ritual so I left my room and approached my fellow students.

It was here that I first laid eyes on Tom…

Now I know what you’re thinking, love at first sight? Or perhaps something much more sexual and animalistic like I saw him he was absolutely gorgeous and I instantly drenched my panties and right there I pounced upon him and became infatuated with him ever since? Well not quite, this is real life after all and things don’t quite work that way.

I admit I was very attracted to Tom the first time I saw him and while no drenching occurred I did get a slight tingling down below upon laying eyes on him. He had perfect chiselled looks (Kates line about cheekbones and Vogue immediately came to mind) piercing icy blue eyes and dark brown hair styled perfectly to accentuate his good looks. Truth be told I didn’t have much to go on regarding his body type because he was wearing a thick winter coat (it was an unseasonably istanbul escort bayan cold day outside) All I knew was that he was a really tall guy, 6,4 or 6,5 which I liked what with being a tall girl myself. From the information that I had to go on he was probably the most attractive guy on the floor but I was still impressed with Adrian and was eager to get to know both.

After exchanging pleasantries it was agreed (again at the behest of Hannah) that we would all go out that night to get to know each other more. I was eager to get to know my neighbours (no not just the boys) and was excited for the evening ahead. Now don’t ask me how but apparently the college’s main rec area was “unofficially” converted into a bar, and with a lax approach to identification and age restrictions it is apparently THE place to go for those new to the college. The night went as you would expect any drunken college night out to go, people drank, danced, drank some more, started playing stupid drinking games, became violently ill, the usual. The only reason I mention it was because my opinion of Adrian took a pretty big hit when I realised he was a pretty mean drunk and was being fairly disrespectful to everyone around him. The other highlight of the night was I got to know Tom a lot better.

When we all met up on our floors communal area at the start of the night I was again struck by Toms good looks in fact his grooming routine clearly worked because he actually looked even better (if such a thing were even possible) also with his winter coat removed I could see he was in really good shape. A muscular guy, broad shoulders, athletic but not too beefed up, just how I liked it.

Over the course of the night we chatted a lot, he was funny, charming and at one point late in the night when some other guy who had clearly drank too much (wearing of all things a red beret!!!???) was getting a little bit too friendly with me Tom was quick to intervene when my protests were ignored and got the guy to back off.

It was probably the alcohol but my thoughts were suddenly filled with images of Tom in shining armour riding a white stallion…I’m sure there was a metaphor in there somewhere.

“Thanks for that” I managed to garble. Why did I feel so light headed all of a sudden?

“Its fine, people really need to learn when to back off” he shot a menacing glare in the general direction of red beret “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Its fine, just drunken douchbags, not the first time I’ve had to deal with them and it probably one be the last” God! Why was I blushing so much?

It was in this brief lull in the conversation that Tom was upon me, he had is arms wrapped around me pulling me into a tight embrace with his lips planted firmly but tenderly against mine. I got over my initial shock and was soon enthusiastically kissing him back. Rubbing my arms up along his shoulders, fingers caressing the firm muscles through the fabric of his shirt, I melting in his strong embrace, intoxicated by his kiss. As his hands ran down my back and his tongue probed deeper into my mouth, just as I was really getting into it he pulled away. Leaving me whimpering at the loss of his touch, wishing more than anything we could carry on.

“I’m sorry” he said ruffling his hair “here I am moaning about guys needing to back of and then escort istanbul I pull that off on you” he looks momentarily quite anxious perhaps trying to determine my response. “I mean I’m drunk, your gorgeous I don’t know what came over me…”

He looked extremely nervous and then I realise my expression was probably not helping, one of immense disappointment and sadness not at him having kissed me but of him stopping. I figured without him being able to read my mind there was really only one way he could interpret my expression. I tried to mutter something about me wanting him to continue but a combination of my own nerves, and the loud music meant my feeble utterings were lost and he carried on

“Seriously Emily I wouldn’t blame you for thinking I’m a total hypocrite but I…” he trailed off waiting for my reaction.

“I…err…” KISS HIM YOU IDIOT!!! My brain clearly had an opinion on the matter.

“Its fine” I managed with a faint smile mustering all my ability to feign my disappointment in myself. He visibly relaxed and returned said smile to me.

“Great but err we should probably gather everyone up and head back, I mean I think Frank passed out a while ago, Kyle had to take him back to the dorm, the girls are in the bathroom, pretty sure most of them are throwing up” he sighs in exasperation “And it looks like Adrian is about to get into a fight with the guy who tried to grope you earlier”

Sure enough I turned around to find Adrian and red beret squaring off, faces inches from each other looking incredibly angry.

“You go get the girls I’ll fetch Adrian before he hurts himself” Tom said with a grin on his face.

Upon entering the girls bathroom sure enough all four cubicles were occupied with the unmistakable sounds of one who has drank too much and is starting to regret it while Hannah was at the mirror re-applying her make up while teasing her inebriated friends.

“Bunch of light weights, you especially Sam I mean what did you drink exactly, two beers?”

Soon we were back in our dorm. The totally wasted amongst us put to bed leaving just me and Tom outside the door to my room.

“Oh look at that next door neighbours” he said while pointing to the door to the left of mine “I didn’t even realise until now” For some reason the knowledge that Tom was in the dorm next to me made me extremely happy.

“Yeah well here I am” pointing moronically at my door acutely aware of how much of a goof I probably looked. I found myself painfully aware that I wanted him to kiss me again, to sweep me up in his arms, throw me onto the bed and then fuck me hard for what remained of the night. While these thoughts certainly excited me they were like the thoughts of another woman, “It’s the drink” I told myself.

However much my thoughts pondered the subject though Tom didn’t make any further advances. Instead all I got was a hug (which I relished) and a “Yeah it was really great meeting you” before he departed to his own room. I stood there wistfully looking at the cheap wood panelled door for longer than I probably should have (good thing nobody saw) before departing to own room where I flopped onto the bed in the dress I had been wearing that night and went to sleep feeling exhausted (from the dancing) dizzy (from the alcohol) and horny (from you know who)

My last thoughts before drifting off were that tonight had been a weird one but it was all because of the alcohol and the excitement of meeting new people, I’d behave normally in the morning.

Oh how wrong I was, how little I knew that my lust for Tom would only grow stronger.

To be continued…

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April 2005 – Helen’s Holiday

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years and is based on the complicated lives of Sara and Sam, lovers who are brother and sister, and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories. Although designed to be read in sequence, I have tried to make each chapter stand as a complete and satisfying story in itself.

This Chapter is long – I hope not too long – but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t do justice to Helen’s story in fewer words.

I hope you have the patience to read it through to the end. I think you’ll like it.

*****

“….And we expect to be on the ground in Toronto at 18.25.” The blond, slightly camp steward announced in an impossibly correct English accent.

Helen pressed the small silver button in the arm of her window seat and stared out of the small round window. The wide, comfortable business class seat reclined smoothly, its base lifting to support her legs and feet. She sipped the chilled Buck’s Fizz and tried to relax as the bright white clouds sped past her. She was on her way.

Her children, Sara and Sam with their her two grandchildren had all come to the airport to see her off, not fully understanding the importance to them and their future of Helen’s mission in Canada.

Sara and Sam, her beloved but incestuous children, were now living as a couple with their own two children in a beautiful cottage in a small picturesque village in the north of Britain, far away from anyone who knew them. They were deliriously happy – more so because their mother knew about and approved of their forbidden relationship.

But Helen knew this could only be one step on a long road to security and that they would soon have to emigrate and start a completely new life together. This visit to Canada, to their Uncle Steven who had lived there for over 25 years, was a vital step on the way.

Helen hoped so badly that she would be successful. She hoped – no, she believed – that Steven would understand and help them. She had good reasons to believe this.

To her right, a tall, well dressed, middle aged businessman was tapping away at the keyboard of his small, expensive laptop computer. She watched his surprisingly nimble fingers as they dextrously tapped out a long document which he periodically paused to read.

He noticed her watching and smiled at her. His eyes were bright and warm and ….interested! He was actually interested! Helen smiled back.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be nosy.” She said apologetically.

“That’s alright. There’s not much else to do on these flights, is there?” The man responded warmly. “I’m William – Will, by the way.”

“Helen.” She replied and they shook hands slightly awkwardly over the console between them.

“Are you on business?” Will asked, observing Helen’s smart travelling clothes. “I have to make this trip every month.”

“I’m visiting my brother in Toronto. We’ve not seen much of each other for a long time.” Helen replied, enjoying the novel experience of a handsome man chatting with her.

“Alone?” He asked, observing her wedding ring.

“My husband died last year.” Helen said without self pity.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” Will said, embarrassed.

“No! Don’t be.” Helen quickly responded. “We had a wonderful life together.”

And as the flight progressed, she found herself talking freely about her late husband, her children and grandchildren (but not the real truth, of course) and about her excitement at visiting a country she knew so little about.

Will was an excellent listener. He told Helen truthfully that he could barely believe she was old enough to have grandchildren, which made her blush. Was he flirting with her? It had been so long that Helen couldn’t be sure. Will himself was a lawyer based in London. He was married, on the whole happily, but there were always tensions; partly as a result of his spending so long away from home. Helen thought how very lucky she had been in her own choice of husband.

The time passed easily until, after the meal had been served and Helen had enjoyed two glasses of rich red wine, the cabin lights were lowered and the movies began. Will put on his headphones and concentrated on the small, bright screen in front of him.

But Helen couldn’t concentrate on the movie and soon gave up trying to watch. She turned her headphones to relaxing classical music and tried to sleep. But it was no good. After so many years she was going to see her brother Steven again! She had spoken to him briefly at the funeral, but there had been no opportunity for them to get to know each other again and he had had to return to Canada after only two days.

Helen had initially wondered if he had deliberately avoided her, the memories of their early life and love too painful for him. But when she had telephoned him at Christmas, the week after breaking the news to her children that she knew all about their incestuous relationship, there was no mistaking the joy in his voice at the prospect istanbul escort of seeing her again.

But it had been so long! How would they feel? Did he now regret all they had done? Had she ruined his life? Would he be prepared to help Sara and Sam?

Helen closed her eyes and dozed, her head full of powerful emotions.

Born during the war years, Helen and her brother Steven had known little of the actual fighting and almost nothing of their father, an RAF airman who had been killed fighting the Germans. Helen had been born in 1942, barely a year after her brother. Part of a single parent family, they had grown up through the long post-war years of rationing without a father, their mother being too busy providing for her young family even to consider allowing a new man in her life. She worked in a factory all day, and looked after Helen and Steven all the rest of her waking hours, which were long and arduous.

The two children understood how difficult things were and tried hard to make life easier for their mother. With her long hours away from home, they had grown closer and closer together; they had cooked for each other, washed each other’s clothes, cleaned the house together and as a result had found only little time to see friends outside of school.

Inside school, the hard working pair had been academically bright and had both passed their eleven-plus examinations with sufficient ease to secure places in the local single sex grammar schools. This, of course, provided them with even fewer opportunities to meet the opposite sex and they grew up inexperienced and naïve, even for that innocent era.

Physically, they were both healthy and strong, as so many ration-raised children were. Steven became tall and athletic with jet black hair; Helen was shorter and slimmer with long curly locks. Inevitably they began to attract the attention of the boys and girls around them, but all the time were fiercely close and loyal to each other.

Their mother continued to work hard and after some years acquired a boyfriend, the foreman in the factory in which she still worked. Their ‘courting’ took their mother out of the house for many evenings as well as the working days and Steven and Helen were left to help each other both with their schoolwork and with the myriad of emotional problems that beset teenagers worldwide.

One night in the spring of 1960, Steven was awakened around midnight by a soft but frantic knocking at his bedroom door. He quickly jumped out of bed in his pyjama bottoms and opened the door to see his sister, now eighteen and beautiful, standing in her nightgown shivering. Her eyes were tearstained. Steven pulled her into his room and shut the door. Helen sat on the edge of his bed and he put his arm around her.

“What’s the matter, Helen?” He asked. “Come on, tell me! What’s wrong?”

“It’s Mum…..she’s …..I don’t know. She sounds like she’s in a lot of pain and the door’s locked. I can’t get in to see her!”

“Come on! Show me!” Steven had said and together they crept down the short corridor towards their mother’s room at the front of the house.

The sound was low, but unmistakeable. Behind the door, their mother was making short, sharp high pitched noises. Silently, Steven tried the door handle. It was locked from the inside. The noises grew louder and the two children looked anxiously at each other.

Then the noises were joined by another sound; a low, grunting sound in what could only be a man’s voice. Steven’s face underwent several changes from realisation to relief to confusion to revulsion.

“What is it? What’s the matter?” Helen insisted, grasping his arm.

“Come here!” He whispered. “Keep quiet!” And he led her quickly back to his bedroom and closed the door behind them once again.

“Can’t we help her?” Helen begged. “Please Steven, she’s in pain.”

Her brother held her by the arms.

“Relax, Helen. She’s alright. She’s not in pain. We’ve just got to leave them alone.”

“No! She’s hurt, I’m going to…”

“No!” Steven almost shouted. She doesn’t want to see you right now. She’s ….well, she’s busy.”

Helen looked puzzled.

“Helen! She’s not alone!”

Helen sat back on the bed. Suddenly her mouth dropped open and her face flushed bright red.

“You mean she’s….doing it!”

“Yes, little Helen. She’s ‘doing it!'” Steven replied, holding her hand.

“With him? In her bed?” Steven nodded.

Helen sat still, her mouth wide open in surprise. Finally she said vaguely “It must really hurt! I thought she was dying!”

Steven laughed. “I’m sure she’s fine. We’d better go back to bed.”

Suddenly Helen gasped loudly. “Steven!”

“What? What’s wrong now?”

“Look!” She said and pointed to his groin.

Unbeknown to Steven, the sound of his mother making love had given him a large erection which was at that moment sticking vertically upwards through the open fly of his pyjama bottoms. Flushing as red as his sister, he quickly grabbed a pillow to cover himself.

“You istanbul escort bayan had best go to bed now, Helen.” He urged. “I’m….I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have seen that.”

Keeping his hand against his groin, Steven hurried Helen back to her room and rushed back to bed.

Nothing was spoken about the incident for nearly a whole week, but the following Friday evening there was another knock on his bedroom door. Steven opened it and let Helen into his room again.

“They’re doing it again!” She whispered, excitedly.

“Doing what?” Asked Steven, sleepily.

“You know, ‘it’….making love……doing it!” His sister replied and sat down next to him on the bed.

“What can I do about it? Can’t you just ignore it and go to sleep?”

“No, I can’t. It makes me feel all funny inside, Steve, and I keep thinking about ….”

“About what?”

“About your …..you know….your thing that popped out last Sunday.”

“Helen!” Steven gasped, truly shocked. “You mustn’t say things like that!”

“I’ve just realised that I’m eighteen, Steve, and I don’t know anything about….about sex.” He made to object, but she interrupted him.

“Oh I know how babies are made, but I don’t know anything about making love….having sex…..” He voice died away in embarrassment, but then she forced herself once again.”…..you know, doing it!”

Steven was speechless.

“Steve…” She went on. “I’ve got nobody I can ask. Mum just won’t talk about things like that, and if I ask my friends they’ll laugh at me for being so childish.” She paused, obviously distressed.

“Can’t you explain it to me? I don’t want to be this stupid and naïve all my life. I’m worried I’ll never know how to behave with a man.” She looked at her feet, embarrassed.

“I let Jim kiss me tonight outside the cinema. It was nice, but then he tried to get his hand inside my blouse and he pressed his…thing….against me.” Steven smiled. “I didn’t know what to do and I froze up and stopped him. I was so embarrassed I just ran away. He yelled after me that I couldn’t be a baby all my life.” Her eyes were wet with tears of shame.

“I don’t want to be a baby, Steve, but I can’t let Jim just do it to me, everyone will get to know and I’ll become one of ‘those girls’. What can I do? Can you tell me?”

“To tell you the truth, Helen, I’m not very experienced myself.” Steven said quietly. “I’ve never actually done it properly either.”

“But you do know all about it, don’t you? You’re a boy. You know what boys think and what they feel. Please explain it to me, Steve. Please help me understand. I don’t know who else I can ask.”

There had been a long silence. Steven’s head filled with strange thoughts. He felt a powerful stirring in his loins and the head of his growing erection pressed painfully against the cloth of his pyjama bottoms.

He tried to dismiss the dreadful idea that was growing within him, but Helen was still standing in front of him, looking at him with pleading eyes, her body taut, anxious and beautiful.

Silently, gently, he reached towards her and slowly unbuttoned the front of his sister’s nightgown, all the time expecting her to scream, or object or to slap his face. She did none of these and, feeling bolder, he slipped his warm hand inside to caress her small, firm breasts. Helen gasped.

“Did Jim do this?” He asked.

Helen nodded and held her breath as his rough fingers touched her soft tender flesh for the first time. Steven hesitated at the warm, smooth sensation, then gently cupped his sister’s soft breast in his palm. She breathed out heavily and shivered a little.

“Is it alright?” Steven whispered. Helen waited what seemed like an age, but then nodded again. He gently kneaded her breast and felt it become firmer under his touch, the nipple hardening noticeably. Steven felt his chest tightening with excitement and moved his hand from his sister’s right breast to her left with the same miraculous result.

Helen’s eyes closed as her brother’s hands spread over her warm chest. Her breasts were firm and pointed and ached as she trembled gently while he cupped them and kneaded them. She flicked the straps of her night dress off her shoulders. It slipped down her pale torso, leaving her naked from the waist upwards.

“Is it nice?” Steven whispered. Helen just nodded again, as if deprived of the power of speech.

Steven instinctively pressed himself against her waist. Helen could feel his erection hard within his pyjamas. It felt big and hard and frightening – but not as frightening as when Jim did it. She trusted Steven.

“Did Jim do this, too?” He asked. Helen nodded again.

“He put my hand on it too.” She said, so quietly that Steven could hardly hear her. He took her right hand by the wrist and placed it on his bulge.

“Like this, Helen?”

“Yes!” She replied but this time Helen did not pull her hand away as she had done with her boyfriend. Rather she nervously pressed her palm against his swelling, and her fingers explored its shape through his pyjamas. escort istanbul Hot and hard, it felt strong and manly. A shiver passed up her spine.

Steven moaned very softly as his sister caressed his young, still virgin erection. One or two of his girlfriends had gone this far – a couple had gone yet further – but he was still strictly speaking almost as much a virgin as his lovely sister. And now her fingers were upon him, softer and gentler than any before. He pressed himself harder against her, trapping her hand between their two groins. He kissed her sweet breasts, feeling her hardened nipples under his tongue and between his lips.

Helen felt the pressure against her lower belly and it scared her a little. Steven was strong and could, she knew, do whatever he wanted with her. But she trusted him and cared for him and besides, this was perhaps the most exciting thing she had done in her sheltered life.

She nervously closed her fingers around his shaft, still feeling him through his pyjamas. She felt a slight thrill of power as her brother immediately moaned and tightened his grip on her. She squeezed his cock in her fingers and heard his breathing becoming tight.

“Steven?” She whispered, hardly daring to speak the words.

“Mmmmm?” He replied, the pleasure mounting.

“Can I…..can I touch it……inside?” Her face was bright red with embarrassment. She could hardly believe her own wickedness, but she asked all the same.

Steven could hardly believe his ears and moaned in assent. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt his sister’s fingers slide tentatively through the open fly of his pyjamas. They closed around his shaft and squeezed it lightly.

Helen let out a small squeal of surprise. It was firm and strong, yes, but it was also so hot and she had not expected the soft smoothness of its outer flesh or the way the skin slid so easily up and down the firm shaft.

Steven moaned much more loudly as she slid her hand from its strange, smooth, rounded tip all the way down to its thick, hairy base. She moved her fingers lower still until she felt the tight sack between his thighs. It was firm and hairy and strange and she didn’t like the feel of the rough pubic hair that covered it. Nevertheless, she squeezed it between her fingers, cupping its rock hard contents in her palm. Steven moaned loudly, bringing his lips onto hers forcefully in a passionate kiss.

Instinctively, Helen responded to his kiss in a way none of her few boyfriends had induced. Their lips slid over one another’s, their eyes wide open, each searching for signs of objection or revulsion on the other’s face. There were none.

Helen felt her brother’s tongue sliding between her lips. It was strange and tickled her. It ran along her front teeth. She opened her mouth to do the same to him but instantly his tongue was thrust into her mouth. She was initially shocked. This was entirely new to her, but after a few seconds she relaxed into their embrace. Their tongues touched and writhed together in her mouth.

She felt a wonderful tingling as his hands slowly reached and touched all over her body, drawing her firmly towards him. Her fingers moved up and down his erection as his played up and down her spine and across her breasts whose nipples were so sensitive they ached.

Suddenly Helen’s whole body stiffened as she felt her brother’s hand drop down to her buttocks and knead them. She felt a totally new burning between her thighs as his hand slipped round to her front and to her horror, she felt him slide a single finger deep between her legs to stroke her vulva through her night gown.

She broke the kiss and looked into her brother’s eyes.

“What are you doing?” She whispered, her voice sounding a little dreamy or drunk from her aroused state.

“I’m sorry, Helen.” Steven mumbled. “I thought that as you were touching me I……well that you might want me to……” He didn’t know what more to say.

Helen seemed to think about this for a long time as if weighing up the idea in her mind.

“Alright. It’s sort of nice.” She eventually said. “But you must stop if I tell you to.”

“In that case the same goes for you, Helen.” Steven countered. Helen nodded in assent.

Helen shyly removed her nightgown and they lay awkwardly together on Steven’s bed. As their hands moved tentatively towards each other’s groins once again, the atmosphere became more loaded with tension and passion. There was no giggling or crudeness. Rather it was sweet and oddly innocent as very nervously they touched each other once again.

As her brother’s fingertips brushed against her short, soft pubic hair, Helen felt an unfamiliar wave of pleasure spread through her body. At first she found it frightening, but within seconds her body had instinctively shown her what to do. Her tight, nervous legs began to relax and, eyes closed, her mind filled with images of opening flowers as she felt a man’s fingers exploring her most private zones for the first time.

Helen’s long, slim fingers wrapped themselves again around her brother’s shaft and she pumped him a little more firmly. She felt his chest heave with pleasure and his body stiffen and relax in time with the strokes of her hand. She loved the strength of his manhood, the raw animal pleasure his body was obviously feeling seemed to match her own.

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“Would you look at him?” Bianca took a deep breath and just sighed as she watched the tall suited man walk across the office floor. She leaned against her arm and fanned herself with a spare manilla folder. “He’s so hot, Emi. Come on.”

“Wasn’t Kay from IT enough for you?”

“Is that how you remember people?”

“Yes, you’re Bianca from Corp Sec.”

“Oh, come on. Anyway, my boyfriend doesn’t count,” Bianca laughed it off. “Besides, apples and oranges. Look at him. He’s massive! Do you think he still does sports? No one has that much muscle without working out.”

“I swear you’re somehow worse after you got attached,” Emi rolled her eyes but glanced at the colleague in question. Of course, it was Alex from Marketing. Or as she liked to call him, Aleksander. She had done that once when she asked him a question about some compliance to an obscure financial procedure and he had raised an eyebrow at her.

“No one’s called me ‘Aleksander’ since I was 10,” he told Emi as he stood up and pulled up a seat so he could explain things a little easier since he would tower over her if he stood and he didn’t feel like making her stand while he sat. Emi had been warned that Aleksander was a complete gentleman. To say the man was handsome was somehow right but also failing terribly at describing him. He had sharp features, slate grey eyes that reminded her of an oncoming storm and hair that was so dark, she wondered if he would ever become one of those sexy silver foxes.

Emi remembered shrugging slightly at that remark. “I know far too many Alexes,” she told him. “This way I know ‘Aleksander’ means ‘the guy from Marketing’.” It was a lie, of course. She just liked the way it sounded – Aleksander. The way it rolled off the tongue with the hard consonants. She couldn’t explain it. He was a tall fucker with broad shoulders and a strong chest. He was also well-mannered and exceedingly considerate of people but one didn’t shit where they ate and so Aleksander from Marketing was going to remain a fantasy until one of them decided to quit, she supposed. Emi realized Bianca was staring at her. “What?”

“Alex,” Bianca repeated. “Do you think he’s single?”

Emi chuckled and shook her head. “A man like that? No. Definitely not. Not that it matters,” she fished a printout and neatly stamped it before passing it to Bianca. “Here. There’s the approval you needed and I need to get this pile of shit done.”

Bianca smiled and got what she came for. “Are you coming to the office party?”

Emi winced. She wasn’t one for these occasional gatherings but she had cancelled on the last two and these things were a huge thing in the company culture. “I suppose,” she replied. “When is it?”

“Friday after next,” Bianca supplied as she walked away.

Emi pursed her lips and decided to pencil it down. She tapped a short note into her phone, sitting primly at her desk, legs pressed together before she got back to processing the rest of the procurement requests. “What’s this?” she frowned and glanced at the paperwork. She bit the inside of her cheek trying to wrap her brain around it. Sighing, she walked over to the larger marketing department, tapping the forms against the flat of her palm as she tried to find someone to talk to.

“Looking for something?” she heard and turned around abruptly only to bump into a large chest. The flat of her palms pressed against his middle, sending the papers she held to the floor.

“Oof-” she sputtered. So much for dignity, she thought, recognising the cologne. Aleksander the devil himself was there. She nudged her glasses back into place with a gentle tap of her knuckle and crouched down to gather her papers. He naturally helped and Emi tried her best to keep her knees together so as to not flash him inappropriately. It was a miracle she didn’t totter over and trip on her heels. She exhaled in embarrassment as he passed her the rest of the forms and helped her up with a gentle grasp of her fingertips. His hands were large and she felt positively miniscule. Ah, a thin golden band on the ring finger glinted at her accusingly.

“Aleksander from Marketing,” she blurted.

“Emi from Finance,” he echoed, looking at the relatively new hire. She was rather sweet-looking and apparently friendly, if a little distant. She only came up to his chest with wavy black shoulder-length hair, tanned skin with almond shaped eyes and apparently, from Jakarta but had spent some time with the Osaka office before making the move stateside, according to the grapevine. She had full hips and a proportionately narrow waist and reminded him very much of a living doll. Her lips were pink and currently pursed tightly as she gathered herself.

“I’m sorry about that.” She smiled civilly, regaining her composure. “Yes. I was hoping to talk to Steve about these claims he filed. I think we’re missing a few receipts. It’s a little urgent.”

“He’s on a work trip in Maine.”

“Oh.”

“He’s under me so what can I help you with?”

She tried not to stare at him for too long, keeping her gaze carefully on the spot between his eyes instead of looking istanbul escort directly at him as she pulled her hand away. She felt herself split into two – professional Emi was explaining why a consolidated credit card statement didn’t fly as proof of purchase for reimbursement while personal Emi was imagining climbing Aleksander’s frame, running her hands over that broad chest, slipping her hands under his shirt-

“I see,” he frowned and took the form from her. He had crouched slightly so that he could see what she was talking about. “Mind giving me your number? In case you can’t get him. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this.”

She could see the dark 5 o’clock shadow on his sharp jaw. Gods. This man. Emi broke into a bright polite smile as she looked up at him just as soon as she gave him a missed call. “Thank you.”

Aleksander gave his usual slightly friendly expression. “You’re welcome. Nice shoes, by the way.”

She glanced at her classic black pumps and blushed a little. “O-kaay,” she replied, looking up at him quizzically before adding quickly, “I mean, thanks. Yes. Classic pumps. Can’t go wrong.” She took a step back and flashed him another polite smile before she turned on the balls of her feet and walked briskly back to her seat. The hell was that about? No. Classic overthinking, she told herself and decided to try and forget it.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, the way Emi liked. Still he thought these ratty old pumps were ‘nice’, eh? She took them off once she got home and after some deliberation, decided to polish them a little. If these shoes helped the people from Marketing be nicer to her, who was she to deny their magic, right?

+++

Emi liked a boring work life. She saved all her excitement for her travels, the hobbies that she never shared beyond a few select colleagues and kept to the time. Work was work. She stood at the photocopier, perched on one foot as she scanned some items. Her other foot rotated her ankle to ease some of the stress of wearing those said black high heels. The marketing people vacated the meeting room and Emi pressed herself closer to the machine so as to stay out of their way. She kept her eyes on the scanner, suddenly very interested in the little LCD screen that spat numbers at her. It didn’t take long before a large shadow fell over her, lingering over her like a cloud.

“Emi from Finance,” he greeted, his voice low enough for only her to hear.

“Aleksander from Marketing,”

“Is the issue with Steve settled?”

“Yes, we’ve sorted it out. No harm, no foul. Thank you,”

“Good to know it’s all done.”

She nodded appreciatively and watched as he followed the rest of his colleagues back to their cubicles on the far end of the floor. She blinked and exhaled, enjoying that woody, slightly musky cologne he wore. Gods, she thought, what a man. Her phone buzzed as soon as he turned the corner.

“‘Nice shoes’?” she read the text. Emi blinked and stared at the name of the sender. Surely not? Oh no no no. Emi thought. No way. She pursed her lips and tapped one foot against the other as she pondered the text. No. It was just overthinking. She took a deep breath and suddenly looked up. Towards the direction of marketing. Aleksander was speaking to someone, his large hand playing with his phone as he shot a glance at her.

Emi felt her ears grow hot. Gods, she thought again. She exhaled and shoved the phone back into her skirt pocket, turned and walked away.

++++

“What’s your excuse this time? Intermittent fasting?” Bianca asked as Emi refused to go for lunch yet again.

She shook her head. “I brought my own lunch and I’m not hungry yet so you guys go on ahead. Catch me up on the hot gossip later.”

“Pity. Alex is buying. Apparently, Marketing scored some huge deal and they’re giving Finance a treat since you guys helped them out.”

“How did you get roped into it then?”

“He asked me along since you and I are friends?”

Emi nodded, adjusting her skirt, running a hand over her bottom to flatten out the creases. “Ah, just get me a coke on the way back then.”

“Okay but don’t cop out of the party. Seriously,” Bianca rolled her eyes and walked back to the group. “Emi’s brought her own lunch. She told us to head out.”

Emi heard the group chat among themselves and she busied herself by clearing her tasks, ignoring the hunger in her belly, eyes fixed resolutely on anything but the large figure at the corner of her eye.

++++

“So are the office parties this crazy back in-” her colleague shook his head, snapping his fingers as he tried to remember where it was that Emi came from.

“Bali,” she supplied helpfully, downing a beer and blinking away the haze. Around them, all their colleagues were joking, laughing and drinking like there was no tomorrow. A few were hogging the karaoke machine and some were dancing.

“Right.”

“No. But I can tell you that the parties in Japan are wild.” She sighed and rubbed her neck as she relaxed with her friends. “They drink a lot more than you guys, honestly. But istanbul escort bayan they were always fun.” She looked at the other tables and noted who sat with who and saw Aleksander sitting with the other managers at the table across from hers. He nursed some wine and smiled politely at her over the rim of his glass. Emi nodded and turned back to her friends. She suddenly became aware of her appearance. She wore a black dress but changed her shoes from sensible ballet flats to a pair of red high heels. It took some maneuvering but she got used to it. Her shoulder length hair was brushed to the side and kept off her face with a simple hair clip. Classic but effective.

Just like Aleksander’s dark blue suit and tie. Gods, the man could wear anything and look good. She watched as he finished his wine and got up to make his rounds around each table. Someone had put on music and the dance floor was open. Emi swallowed her words as soon as he came to theirs.

There was a cheerful chorus of ‘hey Alex!’ as he sat down next to her.

“Emi from Finance,” he greeted.

“Alex from Marketing,” she nodded and became determined to not look at him.

He raised an eyebrow at that before they both fell into conversation with the group at large. “Your hair looks nice,” he said to her once there was a natural lull when another round of drinks came.

“I didn’t do anything different,” she said, downing yet another can of beer.

“Maybe it’s the light. Those shoes are a nice change too.”

“Mmhmm, you got any other words besides ‘nice’?” Emi replied as someone suggested a group photograph, thereby squeezing all of them together. She sat up and sat back down only to feel a large set of knuckles under her ass. “Oh gods, I’m sorry,” she blushed deeply and looked at Aleksander who only pulled his hand away.

“It’s all right.”

“Picture time!” somebody yelled. The group pushed them together as she felt a hand steady her waist. A large palm landed lightly on her lower back as her side was pressed against his. She melted a little as the photograph was taken. God, he was comfortable. All muscle and steel under the cloth. It took all her control to not nuzzle his chest and press herself against him more. She didn’t even know him, what the hell.

“Damn, they drank a lot, huh?” he leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear, lips brushing against her skin.

Emi felt a flush of heat go through her. It pooled in the depths of her belly and culminated in an involuntary leak of wetness between her legs. She sighed and looked up at him, eyes a little glassy from the drink, nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra. “Yep. I could use some water to sober up, to be honest.”

Once the picture was taken the group dispersed and she pulled herself away from him, injecting normalcy back into their dynamic. He seemed to get the message too and kept his attention off her. Perhaps, it had all been in her head. “Well, It’s late,” she blinked and stifled a yawn. “I’m going to ride… I mean, get a ride home.” She paused and blushed as she moved past Aleksander again, her ass right at his eye-level as she moved. “God. See you all on Monday.”

She spent some time at the door of the restaurant, a little less drunk and a lot more sober as she fiddled with her phone. “Fucking Grab,” she swore under her breath and momentarily considered returning to the restaurant and perhaps depend on the kindness of her colleagues to get a ride home. She turned, only to see Aleksander walk up to her. “Are you leaving too?”

He seemed surprised to still see her. “Yes. It’s getting quite late. I thought you left.”

“No luck getting a driver and I left the car at the office,” she sighed and bit the inside of her cheek, eyes slightly wide as she looked at his chest and shoulders before finally settling on his eyes; naked desire apparent for a fleeting second. “Could you do me a solid and give me a ride home?”

She saw the tip of his tongue run over his left upper canine as he gave it some thought. “I can give you a ride.”

Oh fuck, she thought but nodded. Beggars can’t be choosers. “Okay, then,” she smiled politely and walked with him as he fished his car keys from his pocket. She climbed into his mountain of a car and secured her seatbelt, pulse racing.

“So, where do I drive to?” he asked as he turned on the GPS and waited for her instructions.

“Umm,” Emi frowned. “I know this sounds silly but I suddenly cannot remember where I live.” She checked her phone and flashed him the address. “I know the shortest way there is to drive along Rosetta Avenue until we hit the junction. We take a left and then another left at the next junction after that one. My apartment building is the first compound on the right.”

He glanced at her, able to clearly see the route in his head. “You’re good at giving instructions.”

“I’m also good at taking them,” she replied, a little faster than she had intended. She sighed and shook her head. “Thank you again.”

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled politely and started the engine.

Emi took a deep breath escort istanbul and crossed her legs. It was all in her head, was it not? She was attracted to an image of him. The tall, handsome, athletic, most-probably-married beast of a manager from Marketing. She cleared her throat and felt her pussy drenching itself. How long had it been since she got any? She didn’t want to think so she kept quiet and held on the seatbelt, knees pressed tightly together, her nipples screaming to be pinched. He parked the car at an empty guest lot and turned off the engine. Emi bit her lower lip. It was now or never. “Do you want to come-” her voice grew breathless suddenly as he turned to her, grey eyes running over her body.

“-Yes.”

“-upstairs, I mean,” she finished as he leaned in towards her.

“I don’t quite care as long as I get to fuck you,” he replied, pulling her in for a kiss, one large arm nearly pulling her out of the passenger seat. Somewhere in the background, she heard her bag hit the floor. She tasted of wine and all things free and delicious. “Say my name properly, Emi. None of that Alex bullshit.”

“Aleksander…” she smiled into the kiss. “Aleksander from Marketing.”

He chuckled into her mouth, tasting her fully as large hands ran over her slight shoulders and down her front. One large hand on each breast as her small hands caressed his thighs and stroked his hard cock through his pants. “Fuck, touch me.”

“Upstairs now,” she pulled herself away reluctantly and got out of the car. With some urgency, he took her hand, laced his fingers in between her and followed her into the elevator. The door barely closed when he pulled her to him, briefcase in one hand as the other crushed her small body against his. She whimpered as she held onto him, their mouths open and urgent. A few times, she felt their teeth clashing in their desperation to taste the other. Once on her floor, she led him to her apartment. Alone in the hallway, she felt his hands go up under her skirt as he stood behind her. Grunting slightly as he fumbled with her underwear, he managed to push aside the damp panties and slipped a cool, hungry finger into her already dripping cunt. “Aleksander… no…”

He leaned down and nipped at her neck, ignoring her as she fumbled with the keys. His fingers continued to please her, as Emi bit down on her lip to keep quiet. “You’re so hot,” he breathed into her neck as she moaned, pressing her forehead against the door. He began to pump a long finger into her wet cunt, enjoying the way it clenched around his digit.

“Fuck,” she breathed and finally got the door open. She pulled him in somehow and tossed aside her shoes and bag as he dropped his own bag and coat at the door. Emi threw her arms around his neck, one hand snaking a palm to sit flat against his chest. She had imagined this for so long and it felt almost perfect.

Aleksander carried her easily, his large hands cupping her round ass as he guided her legs around his waist. He tossed her gently against the couch and pulled her to the edge. He knelt in between her knees as she breathed hard, skin flushed and damp. He reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties, rolling them off her ankles. They felt damp in his hands and he sniffed them before grinning. “Spread those legs, princess.”

She blushed but did as he asked, feeling so vulnerable as he watched her offer her pussy up for him. She had a neat little cunt, pink and with only a little patch of hair on the mound. She gasped as he planted an open mouth that swallowed the entirety of her needy pussy. Bucking her hips, she sought some ease by riding his tongue as it lapped away at her. His large hands went to hers and pressed them down, making her unable to touch him. She groaned. “Let me touch you.”

He laughed, his breath hot as he licked away at her clit, making her squirm deliciously under him. She was so tiny and he had always loved the difference in their height. “Say please.”

“Please!”

He released her hands and felt them go immediately to his head as she began to guide him on how to please her best. He undid his belt, kicked off his pants and undressed as much as he could while he lapped away between her legs. “Such a sweet cunt, Emi,” he spoke in between long licks, opening his mouth wide enough to encase her entire pussy. That seemed to drive her wild. He inserted a finger and watched as she whimpered and groaned over it. Her little tanned body, made from sunlight and heat, trembled as he lightly sucked on her pink clit.

She looked at his head between her legs, his handsome face devilishly grinning at her as she laid vulnerably before him. “You’re the worst,” she breathed. “I hate you so much.”

“You love it,” he replied dismissively and straightened up, his hands on her knees to keep her from putting them back together. “Be a good girl and keep these open. I love seeing that pussy. I’ve been thinking about it for ages.” He undid the tie and unbuttoned his shirt as she shimmied out of her dress as well. He stood up and pulled her towards him, his nakedness pressed against hers. His cock raged between them and he sighed as she rested her head against his chest. She was far too small for them to do a proper 69, he thought but was cut short when she slid to her knees, eyes wide as she opened her mouth and used her tongue to flick at the sensitive, turgid cockhead.

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My Mother in Law is a beautiful lady. She grew up a larger than average child, but after all of the teasing, she has made it a life mission to be fit. She is 48 years old and her name is Kate.

I have always thought that she would make a great exotic dancer. She wears a 34D bra and medium panties. Kate has red hair and fair skin. She loves to wear tight clothes, because she knows that she looks great.

I went to her house one afternoon to have a chat. We have always been close, and she loves to touch me. Hugs, touching my leg when we sit close to each other. I had decided that it was time to mature our relationship.

I walked through the front door without knocking, which is standard at her house. I did not see her, so I called out her name.

“Kate!”

“I am in the bathroom” she said.

I went over to the bathroom door, which she never locks, and I pushed it open.

Kate said “What are you doing!!”

I said “Admiring your beautiful body.”

She did not say anything, but looked pretty red in her face.

She was still sitting on the toilet, trying to finish her liquid release quickly.

I walked in and stood right in front of her. I got on my knees and started running my hands up and down her freshly shaven legs. I pushed them apart and admired her almost bare pussy. She had a cute little landing strip that ended before it reached her womanhood.

I said “I have been wishing for this moment for a long time, you tease.”

She said nothing but kept looking at my hands on her legs.

When istanbul escort she was finished using the toilet, I grabbed some toilet tissue and wiped her glistening lips. While wiping, I used my thumb to massage her clit. I was looking at her face to see how she would respond. Once I heard a little moan, I knew to continue.

I grabbed her by the hands and pulled her off the toilet. She reached down to pull up her shorts, but I said “Leave them, you won’t need them today.”

She stepped out of her shorts and I picked her up and carried her over my shoulder. I was in heaven having her beautiful ass right next to my face.

I said, playfully “Have you showered today?”

“No” she said.

“Well, you are about to, with my help.”

I carried her up the stairs to her shower. She has a large shower, so I was looking forward to this.

I started to lean down so she could stand up. While she was getting on her feet, I grabbed her shirt and pulled it up. All she had left was her sheer bra. I stood there and admired her stiff nipples. I grabbed her left nipple between my finger and thumb and rolled her nipple around. More moaning. She has such wonderful fat nipples.

I reached around her back ro remove her bra. When I did, I gently kissed her neck. She leaned her head back and with lust in her voice, wispered “More”.

I said “That is a teaser for later. Right now I want you clean. Do you shave your anus region?”

“No.”

“Well, it looks like you are in for quite a few firsts today.”

I istanbul escort bayan got the water nice and warm and let her go in. I grabbed a new blade for her razor and some shave gel. I quickly got undressed and walked in behind her. My cock was the largest it had ever been. I wrapped my arms around her and rubbed her breasts. I moved my cock so that it was between her ass cheeks. I started moving up and down. Then I stopped. I did not want to start too early.

I said “Bend over.”

She did and stuck her ass out like a good girl. I lathered up her ass and started shaving. When I was done, I took advantage of her slippery ass and slowly inserted a finger in her anus. She moaned and moved her ass toward my hand, taking more of my finger inside her. I pulled out my finger and finished washing her.

We got out of the shower and dried off. I picked her up again and went o her bed. I layed her down and said “You have teased my cock for years, and now you get to see what you have done.”

I climbed on top of her and stradled her chest. I put my cock between her large breasts and she squeezed them around me. I started moving back and forth on top of her. She tilted her head forward and started licking my cock when it got to her mouth. Then she grabbed my ass and pulled me toward her and started sucking me. I leaned forward so that she could have all of it. I never would have guessed that she is a deep throater, but damn she is good. I was so close to cuming down her thrat, but I wanted to wait.

I pulled escort istanbul away from her and turned her over. I grabbed her ass and pulled it up, pushing her knees under her. I said “Don’t move.”

I grabbed some vaseline and lubed her ass. I climbed up behind her and slowly pushed my way in. She gasped as I entered her, but quickly started moving her ass to me, asking for more. I gave her all of it. I loved the feeling of my shaved pubic area against her ass.

I fucked her ass until I was about to cum again. I yanked my dick out and had to let it calm down a bit.

I rolled her over so I could finish in her pussy. Before I got too far, she said “I want your big dick in my pussy right now!”

Not wanting to let her down, I stuck it deep inside her.

Kate looked wild eyed and yelled “NOW!”

I pumped harded and faster and she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her. She yelled and came, drenching me and her bed.

Kate said “God, it has been years since I have orgasmed. Thank You.”

I said “Well, I am still waiting for mine.”

She got a devilish grin on her face and got on top of me. She slid down on my raging cock and stuck her tits in my face. I started licking and sucking while she was bouncing her pussy up and down on my cock. I started breathing hard and was now ready to unload inside her. She pulled down on top of me and pulled my dick in deep. I spasmed for what seemed like hours.

We both laid there and stared at each other.

I finally stood up and got dressed.

“Coming back tomorrow about the same time?”

“You bet I am.”

“Good. I will be showered and shaved so we can spend more time fucking.”

“I will bring some toys with me for next time.”

“I can’t wait.”

I left and had to go home and take a nap. That was a great day.

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The story I am about to tell you is how I remember it truthfully. I was at my house when my older brother, John had come over very upset about the divorce papers he had just received from his spouse Brenda. I was not home but my brother had a spare key to my apartment just in case. He had a key, as long as, I care to remember so, if I had to go out of town he could tend to my cat and plants. Well growing up John and I were always close as siblings. He being my older brother I always looked up to him because he was so strong and masculine.

My brother, John McClendon, was born with his Norse looks because our ancestors were from Sweden and travelled to the United States after a brief stop in Canada because Grand Father was very good in the watch making business. Soon he had amassed a small fortune selling watches which could tell time to the second. John my brother had blonde hair, blue eyes, standing six three in height, and a narrow one hundred ninety pounds. He had broad shoulders and no facial hair which gave him almost boyish good looks.

I explained that bit about our Grand Father to explain why my brother now third generation, McClendon was as wealthy as he was. I am, Danielle Mary McClendon, I too have long blonde hair, green eyes with a tiny frame of 5’01 and a mere one hundred and eleven pounds. I have a nice 30 B-cup size in the brassiere with a Brazilian little cut beaver. I am a submissive tea cup toy. I enjoy when a man takes me it is in my nature.

Most men, when I tell them I am a toy get me mistaken for a sex slave or a pet. I am neither, for I am, I believe way higher on the food chain then they are. I am a toy which stays fit by doing physical activities such as run, swim, cycle, or aerobic exercises. I also use soft body oils which are light to the touch such as sesame oils or aroma therapy oils. I stay pampered with lotions and powders smelling good for my Master at all times waiting to be played with.

I explained that because a toy likes to be played with roughly but does not like being tied up, beaten, whipped, or eating out of bowls like slaves or pets. A toy has a choice as to whom she gives herself to and when. A slave is owned just like a pet is owned they have no say so what so ever. A slave can be tied up for hours humiliated by being used by multiple partners and then hosed off like an animal. Just the same as a pet that is forced to eat from bowls, shit in corners, urinate on them, tied for hours and let’s face it, have multiple partners as well in the worst unwashed conditions.

I will say a toy is exclusive to their Master and they are considered plastic or beautiful without a hair out of sorts. A toy can have multiple partners but only if she desires it. A toy is not owned and has no binding contract but in fact is loyal to her exclusive partner. A toy if mistreated or hurt can leave and be someone else’s toy if it’s Master no longer desires it or fails to take care of it. A toy can be tied up if it desires it to be so, but it normally has free will from its Master. A toy is polite, neat, and calls its Master either “sir” or “Master” at all times.

Now that I have explained the particulars I will say this, that on the day I brought my brother his ill-fated divorce papers, I was a toy uncommitted to any Master. I always loved my older brother, respected him because of his skill and dominance in growing his empire even further into the twentieth century. My brother is an Alpha-Male, dominant and it shows in his life. He is aggressive, territorial, and can be vicious handling business matters and employees. Yet he ran to me like always when troubled to see me and had forgotten the dreaded papers.

It appeared that John had been in my house for quite some time because he drank a cranberry juice and ate a chicken salad sandwich leaving the bread undone on my kitchen counter. It appeared he had lain down on my bed as well because I found his divorce papers on my bed almost under the pillow. I knew I always make up my bed every morning. I do not know what he was looking for but I found my underwear drawer and several others opened. I guess he was looking for a pen or something. I then remembered about my trusty vibrator in the drawer in the nightstand table. I hoped he hadn’t found it I began blushing because I didn’t want my brother thinking of his sister in the throes of passion like that by herself having an orgasm.

I remember it was the longest walk in the hallway to see John my nerves were on edge as I brought the papers to my brother’s home. I kept thinking of him seeing me with the vibrator sticking out of my little pink soft slit and my hand wrapped around it moving in and out with a humming noise. My lithe muscular little legs spread, my almost hairless blonde thatch, my eyes half closed, and mouth agape breathing passionately as I fuck myself thinking of him watching me. I felt my pussy getting wet as the idle thoughts raced then of my older brother, John kissing me full on the mouth and passionately pulling my hair istanbul escort at the very same instance. This was a secret desire and fantasy that if any man knew of me, they could have me sexually doing anything.

I walked in the library because that is where the butler explained where John was. I entered and it was as if my legs became heavy like lead weights. I was looking forward head high, shoulders back, in my multi-colored sundress with sheer white panty hose and my hair was braided back with lacquered pink nails and matching soft pink lipstick. My brother was turned towards the window standing looking out into the garden area and fountain but never turned to receive me. This made me worry for an instance as I kept walking forward slowly and my legs became heavier still.

Without turning to look at me which was a sign of utter dismissal behavior John said, “You know what they say about the main root of the grapevine Mary?”

He always called me Mary and never Danielle. I came up to him kissing him on the cheek and said, “No sir, but I bet you have knowledge to explain it to me. Here I believe you forgot these papers on my bed.”

Now he turned with his intense blue eyes which pierced straight through my soul and made my body quiver. Oh, how I lusted for my brother secretly. I consider his soon to be Ex-wife a fool because my brother is so handsome and dominant in his every move. He prances like the lion truthfully unafraid of anything or anyone. John then said, “It is said that the best and the strongest comes from the main root of the vine. Do you know why Mary?”

I smile then and said, “Enlighten me dear brother for I cannot afford to be high minded at this time.” I said this in gest and sarcasm as he well knew. He cut his deep blue eyes at me and chuckled.

My brother walked around me then and whispered in my ear gruffly, “It is because the wine from the main root isn’t diminished because it hasn’t been cut down and spliced as often. It is the strongest and sweetest because it is from the vines main vein.”

I smiled and clapped for him as he sauntered around me again taking a bow. My brother is thirty and I am twenty eight but look much younger because of how small I am. Most people believe I am only like seventeen or so. Not bragging because it is hell when a high school aged male asks you out to the prom and you have to explain to him that you are almost thirty.

I was sitting there being facetious with my brother when he sharply looked at me then said, “Hey, I am being serious here.”

I looked up at him and then said, “Yeah, Serious about what? You haven’t said anything really except something about a grape vine big deal.” I was getting agitated now and my brother sensed it and I shuffled the divorce papers on his desk in front of him.

John’s eyes narrowed and I could tell he was about to explode because the vein in his forehead began to twitch. He then said through gritted teeth, “I was explaining that the wine is stronger when it isn’t separated into other little vines from the main vine.”

I looked at him with a plain look on my face and then said, “Yep I got it the very first time you said it and still nothing has changed. Unless you are referring to this,” I picked up the divorce papers and tossed them down on the desk again. I then finished, “Which in your case, the bitch is doing you a favor. Brenda isn’t asking for much except for the chateau in Paris, the two vehicles that aren’t truly worth a shit, and two hundred fifty thousand for her troubles with her attorney’s fees. Please you could do that standing on your head and if you start looking deeper into little Mrs. Sunshine I bet you could find out who it is that she’s seeing.”

It was then that I saw my brother turn getting angry at me because of my lack of respect towards him and candor I guess at his shitty relationship. He flew over to me grabbing me by my hair which is an instant turn on for me because I could cream my panties when he did that. He then gritting his teeth said, “Who do you think you are speaking about my relationship like it is nothing but a lie? Remember I was in it for almost six years and I do not remember ever asking you for any advice at all.” His right hand was tangled in my tresses and my panties were slowly soaking as his lips and face were inches from my own. I kept thinking in my mind if he kisses me I am done for, I cannot contain myself if he just deeply kisses me right now.

I was still and tears began falling as if on cue and his grip softened a bit as he was still intensely leaning over me. I was breathing faster and faster as my heart began quickening as well. My brother, John then did what I had feared he would do and he kissed my soft sweet lips deeply and passionately while wrapping his hands in my golden tresses. I couldn’t help but moan and accept it as I returned his kiss with more passion of my own. We were lost in that very moment in time locked into one another as we devoured each other istanbul escort bayan right there.

I was on fire my heart beat faster and louder it seemed every nerve ending in my entire body came to life I had never felt this way with anyone else ever kissing me but my brother was the very best sexiest kisser I had ever felt in my life. The burning crept up from deep within my core as the moans and passion consumed me then at once he stopped. John then said, “Oh um my goodness Mary forgive me. I do not know what came over me. I am so sorry.”

I looked at him then said, “Seriously, so you mean to tell me that you didn’t mean that which was the realist thing in my entire life and you apologize for doing it? I want to know that you didn’t mean what just happened?” I had my hands on both hips and for the very first time in my entire life I was angry with my brother because he was acting stupid with me. It was the first time I ever seen him acting like a silly pussy about kissing me.

John looked down and walked back towards his desk and I noticed that he purposefully was creating distance between us so I followed him around his desk to be standing directly in front of him awaiting his answer. John mumbled, “I am emotional right now and I shouldn’t have.”

It was at this point when I became infuriated and slapped my brother John hard across his face then I said, “You are a lair. You have always wanted to kiss me and you know it John. You are using the papers, emotions, and the situation right now as an excuse. I know that I have panties missing from my bureau drawers and only one man has a key to my house John. I kept this quiet as well because you are my blood.” I was bluffing about the last statement because I never noticed anything missing but I was going to see if he would admit to anything at all.

John’s eyes met my own as I in defiance wanted answers and demanded them John turned towards his inside breast pocket and removed from it one pair of baby blue cotton bikini panties which belonged to me. John handed them over to me and then said, “Okay Mary you caught me. I don’t think it was a mistake kissing you but I was afraid that if I ever did that you would freak out. I did steal your panties because I thought, I could fantasize about you later being in them for me or spreading your legs for me. I will say that no other woman can hold a candle to your beauty or likeness for me and that yes, I would love to make love to you. There I said it and it’s out in the open okay?”

I was at the front of his library desk leaning my ass on it but not fully sitting on it as my brother revealed to me these things and I asked, “So what you are saying is that you meant to kiss me and you do want to make love to me even though I am your sister?”

John looked at me and the lion came out in him as he answered, “Yes that is what I said and meant.”

I looked at him smiling gently then said, “I see.” I then stood up walking toward the door when I felt his hand grab me.

John spun me around quickly then said, “I wasn’t through talking to you. Now you need to listen to me for a minute. I have been in love with you ever since I can ever remember when you hit me in the mouth with a stick trying to knock down a peach from a peach tree and busting my lip instead making me go get stitches in my mouth.”

I smiled looking down then I asked, “Why are you telling me all this now? It is because you are just emotional about the divorce you don’t truly desire me? I am leaving you have your divorce papers John but do me a favor do not ever play with my emotions like that again because I love you too much for that and probably not in a Christian way.”

John looked astounded because I had just confessed to wanting him as well and he needed to say or do the right thing as I was walking towards the library door. John just ran towards me and grabbed me again. He spun me around with one motion grabbing me up under my shoulders lifting me slightly as he turned me. John began kissing me deeply and pulled my hair again at the very same time with a passion that only a true lover can deliver. He kissed me deeply and with a love that I could feel. I returned his kiss and the animal wild came out in me.

I kissed and snaked my hot wet tongue into John’s sexy mouth and began nibbling his bottom lip passionately desiring him. My Emerald colored eyes wide open as John devoured my neck and I was sliding my arm through the arm in the sundress needing him to take me. I then whispered in a rasping voice, “Oh God John please takes me to the bedroom now I am all yours.”

John smiled his eyes deep blue and wild as he lifted me easily sweeping me up then said, “Perfect idea Mary.” He took me into his Master Bedroom where I had only dreamed of spending with him and many nights I spent hating on his stupid beloved Brenda because of my inner jealousy. I always knew she was never a good wife for my brother.

The strangeness that I was expecting from escort istanbul this first time being with my brother and apprehensive feelings never came with me it was only fascination, passion, lust, and greed of wanting more. I remember John throwing me down on the bed and him removing his shirt and trousers so fast with a skill of a fireman putting on his gear. Only my brother began a renewed attack on my lips and neck as I slid off my sundress allowing it to hit the floor. It was so heated that my insides were turning as if it were to mush inside. The inner core to my entire being was burning as I damned the panties which I tried to slip out of and this is when my Alpha Male lifted me backwards once more using his mouth to remove my panties between his teeth sliding them down to my ankles.

It was then that the very first powerful feelings entered into my ever fogging brain and every nerve ending, synapses and electrode which penetrated my being came to life in the singular moment when my brother’s sweet hot tongue penetrated the softness of my pink folds where my love button hid. Madness rushed through as I moaned without caring spreading for his boyish good looks and his devil of a tongue as he devoured my pussy with moans of his own. I remember crying out not clear words but just sounds of mumblings and requests which were unintelligible as his licking, slurping, and moaning continued. I thrashed my hips into his face my pelvis was bouncing up and down as my lover, my brother, held my ass cheeks in both of his hands as he circled and sucked my love button into and out of his hot supple mouth. I then felt him add first one finger inside my hot sopping wet pussy then a second as his fingers fucked my pinkness sweetly with two inside of me while he nibbled and sucked on my clitoris.

John was so skilled that the heat began as the moistness grew with every devilish stroke, circle, and suck of his tongue. He moaned into my softness as I screamed, whimpered, and delighted in his tongue. I knew in my mind that no other woman would have him, as long as, I was living. I knew right then that this would be the beginning of a wonderful agreed relationship and my brother had no idea but he was mine forever. My goodness new heights he reached with my pussy and the heat when I froze in the stillest of forms. I then felt the rush, the sudden push of heat and fulfillment. I thrashed about and began shaking, squirting, and thrusting into my sweet brother’s face. I was orgasming with force again and again. I squirted his face as he wickedly laughed. I was so satisfied when he finally let my hips and ass touch the bed. My eyes were like glass as I blinked in unbelief from not only how great it was but how quickly he took me there.

My brother sat back on the bed and was about to get in between my legs when I said, “Oh no you don’t, it’s my turn.”

I then laid him on the bed and making sweet eye contact with him I slowly licked the tip of his huge, massive, eight and a half inch cock ‘s bulbous head like it was a snow cone around real slow. I heard John moan as he watched me do this then I popped in the head sucking the tip swirling my tongue around and around with my soft velvet tongue. I danced my tongue around and around, down the shaft to his balls, licking sucking and moaning so my sweet dear brother knew and understood that I loved doing what I know his wife wouldn’t do for him. I looked up making eye contact with my brother as he watched me taking the tip again into my hot wet velvet mouth. I heard him again moan his approval.

I began to then bob faster and faster, up and down, over and over again sliding my hot mouth leaving saliva slick sheened on his veined shaft. I felt his hands grip my hair as he grabs it pulling my face up and down, and up and down fucking my tiny little mouth forcing his cock deeper into my throat and I moan loudly. I then cup his balls and massage them as I suck, slurp, and moan louder and louder. I take his fat cock now, as deep as, I am choking and gagging on it tears begin falling down my cheeks with the black eyeliner from my eyes. John is now fucking my face without mercy for about ten furious seconds before he lets loose his cum into my hot sexy little mouth. He is panting, breathing, and gasping for breath as he lies back onto the bed.

I then continue to suck it and cleaning up the waste semen and ejaculate with my mouth as I moan loudly. John just looks at me and begins laughing as he looks at me in disbelief. He then says, “All this time I was married to that dumb ass and this little mystery girl was here all along. I am ashamed truly. I wish I would have made a move on you sooner than now. My goodness I do believe I am in love with my Mary.”

I sucked the tip of his cock making one last loud pop as I released it from my sucking mouth and smiled at him. Then I said, “You know what this means right?”

John looked at me then asked, “What?”

I smiled demurely then responded, “You can never go back to her ever again. If I hear of it or think it is a whisper on your lips. I will never speak to you again and this,” I pointed with the wave of my entire back hand over my sexy little tight body, “Will never ever be touched by you again. Are we clear?” I finished raising my eyebrow so he knew I meant business.

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This story started a few years ago when I was dating Cindy, a gorgeous 38-year-old blonde. She had always reminded me of Stevie Nicks in a way. Cindy was in the process of finishing her degree at the same time that she was going through a very nasty divorce. Not very long after I had started seeing her, she lost her job and had her car repossessed. In short, she was having a very difficult time.

In order to help her out, I offered her a job. Being that we lived a fair distance from one another and she did not have a car, I started staying the night with her and driving her to school in the morning, waiting for her and then we would go to work. Spending this much time together, the relationship soon became very intense. Everything was clicking, including our sex life!

At first, Cindy was very uncomfortable with me staying over because she had an 18-year-old daughter, Nikki. She was afraid that she would be sending the wrong message to her about pre-marital sex and such. Actually, Cindy was pretty uncomfortable about sex in general, at least at first. One of the reasons for this was that she had married young and had never had a very unsatisfying sex life with her husband. She described it as “non-existent”. As our relationship grew and Cindy became more aware of what a “good” sex life could be like, her inhibitions lessened. Before long, we were openly sharing her bed.

Like I said above, everything was clicking. Cindy was getting back on her feet and we were both having the time of our lives. Things just kept getting better and better. Including our sex lives. As time went on, she became more and more adventuresome in the bedroom. It was very playful and fun. We experimented with all kinds of different things, watching videos, oral sex (both giving and receiving); eventually she even wanted to experiment with anal. In essence, she was experimenting with just about anything sexual. Which led us to experimenting with role-play.

One night before going to bed we were folding laundry and Cindy took Vicki’s cheerleading outfit out of the basket and was holding the dress up to her body as she brushed some small wrinkles out. As she did this, I let out a soft wolf whistle and teasing told her that she would look sexy in that outfit. She told me to cut it out that she would never be able to fit in it and that she would feel uncomfortable wearing Vicki’s things for my sexual enjoyment. I dropped it and we continued talking until the laundry was all put away.

Later that night, after having gone to bed, Cindy asked me if I would really enjoy seeing her in the cheerleading outfit. I told her that I would indeed! She made me promise that I wouldn’t tell anybody and slipped out of bed and out of the room. When she returned she was wearing the outfit and had put her long blonde hair up in pigtails. She looked all the part of the high school cheerleader. I called her to the bed and we proceeded to make out. I was very excited by the scene. As we kissed and petted, she asked me if she really looked like a teenager. I told her that yes she did and continued to rub her full breasts through the material of the sweater. As my hands explored her body I flipped the skirt up and rubbed on her pussy through the material of the matching panties that went with the outfit. She told me that she felt like she was a teenager making out in the back of some boy’s car. As I proceeded to undress her, I ran with that scenario and pretended to be a high school stud, making it with the hot young cheerleader.

She got into her role too. She pretended to be a nervous virgin and made me “seduce” her. Much like two teenagers in the back of a car, I went from first base to second base and then to third, where she “attempted” to stop me. I retreated and went back to the safety of second base. Kissing and sucking on her firm, full titties and massaging the inside of her thigh. Slowly, I moved my fingertips back up to where they were massaging her pussy through the thin material of the panties. Eventually, I removed her sweater completely and kissed my way down her stomach and began licking and nibbling her pussy through that same material. Between the moisture from my mouth and her pussy juices as she became more and more excited, the panties became soaked.

I pulled the elastic aside and started fingering her. First with one finger, then two and eventually three. All the time, still licking her clit area through the material. As she got into the sex more and more, she didn’t seem to notice me pulling her panties down and going to work on her clit minus the panties. The panties fell on top of the skirt and sweater at the side of the bed.

I continued to eat her until she had an enormous and loud orgasm. I then climbed on top of her and slid my throbbing member into her. With my entering her she continued in what seemed like a series of orgasms. I fucked her hard and with abandon. Unnoticed by us the headboard was pounding into the wall that separated Cindy’s room from Vicki’s. After several istanbul escort minutes of this pace, I came and collapsed on top of her. Rolling over, I took her into my arms and we just laid there, breathing hard and recuperating. I think that both of us were totally surprised that we had gotten so carried away!

As we laid there, Cindy asked me if I had enjoyed myself. I joked with her that it had been “alright”. To which she punched me and teasingly told me that now that she knew that I was into such “younger” women, that she would have to watch me around Vicki. I told her that she was out of her mind! She said, “Right! That she had seen me checking Vicki out before. I told her that she was nuts, that I wasn’t a pedophile. She said that Vicki was 18, so it wouldn’t be being a “pedophile”. I told her that she didn’t have anything to worry about, that I would never look at Vicki that way! She said, “Bullshit! That there wasn’t a heterosexual man alive who wouldn’t at least sneak a peak at Vicki if she was wearing that cheerleading outfit.

Knowing that she was probably right, I finally agreed that if she were any other 18 year old hard body in that outfit, I probably would sneak a peak, but that would be it! This seemed to placate Cindy and kissed and rolled over to go to sleep. Later that night I awoke to the feeling of Cindy’s hand on my cock. She was jacking me off and my cock had already responded and was at it’s full length. Cindy nuzzled up to my ear and whispered, “Bobby…. you can’t tell me that if this was Vicki playing with your cock, that you would tell her to quit”. Not being fully awake, I didn’t know what to say. So, I just laid there. She continued to kiss me and play with my cock and then rolled on top of me, placing the head of my cock at the opening to her pussy. As she slid down on it, her face came to my ear and she said, “Ah come on…. Tell the truth…if this was Vicki, you’d fuck her wouldn’t you?”

As she said this she slid her pussy down on my cock and back up really slowly. I could feel the sides of her pussy gripping the shaft of my dick. She whispered in a commanding sort of way, “Tell me! You’d fuck her, wouldn’t you?” She started fucking me faster and faster and as she did, she looked me straight in the eye. This time she didn’t whisper, she told me out loud, “TELL ME you’d fuck her, wouldn’t you!”

I didn’t know what to say? I’m a kinky bastard, but this was too much! Did she really want me to tell her that I would fuck her daughter? Was this some kind of weird test? I didn’t know? I guess that she saw my indecision and she again put her mouth to my ear and told me, “It’s alright, I want you to pretend that I’m Vicki, please?” I said, “Okay” and told her, “Fuck me Vicki”. With that she moaned and went back to riding me like a horse! As we fucked she rolled off of me and I had no choice but to follow her to where I was now back on top of her. She told me to tell her want I wanted to do.

I told her, “I want to fuck you Vicki!” And, “Oh, Vicki, you’ve got such a tight young pussy! Oh God, I want to fuck you!” and things to that accord. The dirtier I talked, the more Cindy got into it. The more she got into it, the more I did too! Soon, we were banging the headboard against the wall again! As she came, she cried out, “Fuck me Bob! Fuck your little girl!” With that, I shot another load into Cindy’s tight little pussy!

Again, I rolled off of her and she reached up and kissed me tenderly on the lips and said, “Thank you! I love you Bobby”. With that we rolled over. I laid there thinking about what had just happened. After a few minutes I heard the rythmatic sound of her breathing, telling me that she was asleep. As she laid there I looked at her and then at the bedroom door, which led to the hallway and then to Vicki’s room. For the first time, I actually did imagine what it would be like to fuck Vicki.

I imagined what it would be like if it were Vicki laying there next to me, not Cindy. What it would be like to reach over and run my hand over Vicki’s firm young ass. What it would be like to kiss her. To kiss my way down her supple body, to suck on her smaller, but very nice titties. To taste her sweet young pussy. To fuck her, like I had just fucked her mom. As I was thinking these things, I got hard again. Not bad for a forty year old guy! Trying not to wake Cindy, I jacked myself off to a third orgasm of the night. Fantasizing about fucking Cindy’s sweet little Vicki.

The following morning I awoke to the sound of a light knocking on the bedroom door. Without thinking Cindy told Vicki to come in. Vicki stepped into the bedroom wearing an oversized basketball jersey as a nightshirt. I sat up as Cindy asked her what she needed.

Vicki responded that she needed her cheerleading outfit and did Cindy know where it was. As she said this, her eyes looked down at the outfit and still damp panties piled next to the bed. Before Cindy could say anything, Vicki said never mind and retreated back out the istanbul escort bayan door.

Cindy rolled over and told me “that’s weird. Why does she need that outfit on a Sunday?” I responded that I didn’t know. Thinking to myself that it was weird. She wouldn’t have any games or other school activities on a Sunday? I also thought to myself that it was weird that Cindy didn’t seem to have wondered what Vicki would have been thinking when she saw her cheerleading outfit rumpled on the floor next to her Mom’s bed?” “Oh well.” I thought to myself as I bent over and pulled on a pair of jogging shorts so that I could dash to the rest room.

As I closed the door to Cindy’s bedroom and headed down the hallway, past Vicki’s room to the bathroom, Vicki’s door opened and Vicki stepped out into the hall way wrapped only in a towel. Almost bumping into her, I pulled up so that she could come into the hallway. Not thinking, my eyes immediately traveled the length of her beautiful young body. Catching myself, I stopped but not before she had noticed me looking at her. I said, Excuse me! She said, “No problem!” Smiled at me and took a quick glance at my jogging shorts which did little to hide my semi-hard cock under the silky material. She then casually kind of skipped down the hallway and into the bathroom ahead of me. As she closed the door behind her, she called out, “If you need to go, use the downstairs bathroom, I’ve got to get ready”.

With that I went downstairs, wondering if I was just being a dirty old man or what? After finishing my business and washing my hands I went into the kitchen and fixed a pot of coffee. Grabbing two cups, I went back upstairs to rejoin Cindy. As I was carrying the tray up the stairs Vicki, again wrapped in just a towel with one wrapped around her hair crossed the top of the stairway. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or if she had really paused at the top of the stairs, but I damn near spilled the coffee as I stumbled up a stair looking at her!

Regaining my composure, I reached the top of the stairs. I looked at the closed door to Vicki’s room. My mind racing, “Is she flirting with me?” That thought combined with the previous evenings activities had my mind in a whirl.

Entering Cindy’s bedroom, she sat up and I handed her a cup. She took it and smiled at me. I went around the bed and got back in. Cindy set her cup on the bed stand and looked at me and asked, “Did I go too far last night?”

I looked at her and told her, “No, we were just playing and as long as we both enjoyed it, that it had to be okay!” She said, “You’re right. But that was intense, wasn’t it? I told her that it was and that I had enjoyed myself big time!” She said that she had too and that we would have to play that game again sometime. I agreed and started to make a move on her, saying that, “ I wouldn’t mind playing it again right now!” She just smiled at me and hopped out of bed saying, “Later, I’ve got to get going. I told my Mom that I would stop by her place this morning. Go back to sleep and I’ll be back in an hour or so.

With that, she threw some jeans on, ran a brush through her hair and dashed down the hallway to the bathroom. I laid in bed, still thinking about last night and this morning. After I heard the garage door open and close their was a knock at the door. I told Vicki to come in, which she did, still dressed in just the basketball jersey. As she bent down to pick up her cheerleading outfit one of her beautiful little titties came into view from the side through the large armhole of the jersey. She just smiled at me when she saw what I was looking at.

She stood up with the outfit in her hands and said, “It looks like you guys enjoyed yourselves last night”. I was embarrassed, but intrigued. Where was this going? I replied, “Well, we did.” She looked me straight in the eye; much more determined than I ever could have imagined a young 18 year old girl looking and said, “So, tell me, did you enjoy pretending that mom was me?”

I was flabbergasted! While I wasn’t sure what she would make of her cheerleading outfit being on our floor, I hadn’t thought of her in any way knowing what we had role-played last night! Before I could say anything else, she went on, “I heard everything! You guys had me sooooo turned on! I shouldn’t tell you this, but I played with myself listening to you two. I’m not sure who came more, mom or me!

Again, I didn’t know what to think! Here I was laying in the bed of a woman that I had really only known for about a month or two, having just fantasized with her about fucking her daughter and now the daughter was standing just a few feet away from me dressed in just an oversized basketball jersey that showed her tits every time she leaned one way or the other! Suffice it to say that I was dumbstruck!

Vicki asked me if she could sit down on the bed, which brought me out of my stupor. I said, “of course.” When she sat down the jersey rode up and I could see all the way up escort istanbul her leg to where her other leg crossed it. She asked me if I enjoyed looking at her and I told her that yes, I did! She asked me if I would like her to take the jersey off? I tried to recoup and told her, “No, we shouldn’t do that” She ignored me and stood up and took the jersey over her head. Now she was standing there completely naked in front of me!

I was torn! I knew that I should put a stop to this. But I didn’t want to! I mean, really? How many 40-year-old men would kick a 18-year-old hard body out of their bed? Now, the problem was that this wasn’t MY bed. It was my girlfriend’s bed and this was HER 18 year old daughter. As I was mulling this over she slid in to the bed next to me. Her body came to rest along side of mine and her hand reached down and gently grabbed my rock hard cock. She mewed as she rubbed it through the silky material of my running shorts. She told me to tell her what happened last night. I know that I shouldn’t have, but I did. I told her. As I did, she threw the sheet off of us and slid down and tugged my shorts. Now, I could have resisted. I could have refused to raise my hips to allow them to be removed, but I didn’t. She kissed her way down my body telling me to keep talking. Soon she had the tip of my cock in her mouth and was jacking off the base.

As I finished the story, she climbed up and put the mouth of her pussy on the tip of my dick. She smiled mischievously at me and asked me if I wanted her to stop. With that, she rotated her hips which caused the tip of my cock to slide in just a little bit. I said, “No, don’t stop! With that she slowly slide herself down. Impaling her firm young body on my cock. Looking at her, the resemblance to her mother was remarkable! I couldn’t believe that this was happening! I felt guilty, lucky, excited, scared and a hundred other feelings. The most pressing of which was turned on!

Then the wildest thing happened. Just as her mother had done the night before, she rolled off of me. Knowing that I would follow! I ended up as I had the night before. Face to face with my lover. Only this time, it wasn’t Cindy pretending to be Vicki. It was really Vicki. Throwing any inhibitions that I had to the wind, I laid my body down on top of Vicki and put my arms around her pulling her close to me. Vicki’s legs wrapped around my back and she looked me straight in the eyes again and told me to fuck her!

I did! I fucked her every bit as hard as I had fucked her mother the night before! The only difference this time being that I took note of the headboard banging against the wall. As I fucked her my imagination went wild. I pictured her playing with herself last night as I fucked her mom. I pictured myself fucking her mom last night. My concentration returned to the job at hand, making love to this beautiful young woman. I didn’t care if it was right or wrong. It was way past that now. I just wanted to make her cum. I wanted to feel her, to hear her, to fill her as she came. We fucked at a frantic pace. Vicki matched me stroke for stroke. Our passion rose to a fever pitch. It was taking all of my concentration not to cum yet. Then she let loose. She screamed out, “I’m Cummmmmminnnnngggg!!!!” With that, I let loose and filled her tight young pussy with my seed. My balls pumped and pumped. Again, I collapsed on top of a beautiful woman who I had just made love to.

After we laid there for a couple of minutes we heard Cindy’s car pull into the driveway and the garage door opening. Vicki kissed me on the lips and hopped out of the bed. She grabbed her nightshirt and turned and looked at me. She said, “Our secret?” What else could I say? “Of course!”

Epilogue: I dated Cindy for about a year after this story took place. After graduating with her degree she was offered a great job in another city. We tried to make a long distance thing work, but it didn’t. We parted friends. She never knew about Vicki and I and never brought up that scenario again, though we did role-play a couple of wild ones!

Vicki and I continued as lovers off and on over that next year. There was one time she came home drunk and I was watching TV downstairs while her mom was asleep upstairs. She sat down and one thing led to another and we ended up making love on the sofa.

There was another time when Cindy had to leave town for an interview and Vicki and I had the house to ourselves for two whole days. Other than those times it was pretty much a random occurrence. We would hook up during the times when her mom was away from the house. Right after her Mom took the new job, Vicki left for college.

I sometimes talk to both of them on the telephone. Cindy is doing great on her job and is now involved with a guy that she thinks that she might marry. Vicki is having the time of her life in college and is trying to talk me into coming and visiting her. I have a couple of women that I tease with, but that’s about all. I’m still torn about what happened, but consider it to have been probably the best thing that has ever happened to me! The fact that nobody got hurt makes me happy and I haven’t made up my mind if I’m going to take Vicki up on her offer. If I do, I’ll be sure to write another story and let you guys know what happened!

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Manny stood out on the back patio and opened the grill. He began to turn and rearrange the burgers that were simmering on the heat as a cloud of smoke rose around him. He could hear the chatter in the kitchen behind him as his wife excitedly talked about the coming baby. Being a grandmother seemed to agree with her, he thought.

The family had gathered Sunday to discuss Melanie being pregnant and have an impromptu baby bar-b-que. It had been his wife Carol’s idea, and Manny had been only too happy to agree. His only problem was keeping his eyes off his daughters toned legs as she wandered around in that short sundress she arrived in. God; how he wanted to bend her over and drive his cock deep into her right now. He could feel his shorts twitch at just the thought of it.

“How are they coming?” Manny almost jumped at the sound of his wife’s voice behind him.

“Almost done” he said, turning the last burger.

“Good, everyone is starving.” His wife told him.

Then, without warning, her hand slipped around his body, hidden from view between him and the grill. She gripped his semi hard cock in her hand.

“Looks like the hamburgers aren’t the only meat that’s cooking”; he heard, as his wife gave his cock a squeeze and then silently vanished from behind him.

Manny stood in shock, the spatula limp in his grip. What the HELL had just happened, he wondered. Where did that come from?

For the next hour the two couples ate and sat on the patio. They talked about the baby, what names they had considered, how they planned to remodel their house. Through it all, Manny tried to watch his wife for any indications of what had happened earlier. There was nothing, as if the incident had never occurred.

As his attention drifted back to Melanie, he could see the outline of her breasts through the summer dress, and when she leaned forward talking with her hands, the expanse of her bare cleavage filled his vision. He knew his cock was thickening in his shorts, and worried his wife would see. Finally, Manny just couldn’t take it anymore. Excusing himself, he headed into the house and into the bathroom on the first floor.

Manny dropped the seat on the toilet, and sat as he slid his shorts and boxers down. Taking a firm grip of his now throbbing cock, he began to slowly stroke as he closed his eyes. Visions of Melanie on her hands and knees as she took his thick cock from behind filled his mind. He could almost feel her tight walls gripping his shaft. Seeing in his mind as she slid her tight cunt lips down his shaft; the memory sending a shiver through him.

He could feel his balls start to tighten, as his orgasm neared. His hand began to pick up sped as he sought for that release. It was then the tapping on the door penetrated through to him.

“You OK in there?” he heard his wife call out.

Quickly stuffing his still rock hard cock into his boxers, he pulled his shorts up as he flushed the toilet. His shorts were still unfastened at his waist as he gripped them with one hand, as he opened the door to find Carol standing at the entry.

“I’m…I’m OK.” Manny told his wife.

“You sure?” she asked. “It looked like you had a…hard problem.”

Manny was about to exit the bathroom but stopped cold as his wife emphasized the word hard. He could see a light blaze in her eyes, something different than what he was used to.

“I’m all right hun” he tried to say back.

Then, he felt his wife press against his chest with her small hand, slowly pushing him further back into the bathroom. He could only watch as she slipped in the small room with him, turning and flipping the latch on the door behind her.

“I don’t think so” Manny’s wife said firmly. “You looked rather…stiff when you came in here.”

“Carol…” Manny tried to choke out.

“Do me a favor” his wife stared straight into his eyes. “Shut up.”

Before he could move or reply, his wife Carol slid to her knees in front of him, she reached up and swiftly drew his shorts and boxers to his knees. Manny felt paralyzed as his thick hard cock sprang free, only inches from his wife’s face.

“Oh fuccckkkkk” Manny moaned.

He could only watch as the unthinkable happened. His wife leaned forward, and her hot mouth engulfed his throbbing member. He couldn’t remember the last time his wife had given him a blowjob; she had always hated giving oral, considered it dirty she had told him time and again.

Now, here she was, in their bathroom, on her knees, and sucking him like a professional hooker at a glory hole. The hand stroking from earlier, the shock of what was happening, was all causing Manny to feel his balls race towards release. The sensation of her tongue running along the crowned head, then seeing her cheeks puff out as she sucked harder on him drove him to the edge.

“OH shit” he gasped. “I’m going to cum baby.”

With an obscene plop, Carol Andrews spit her husbands’ cock out and looked up at his face.

“Good, cum in my mouth, right now.” She told him. istanbul escort “You know why, because I swallow too.”

Manny’s eyes almost bulged out of his face at his wife’s words. He opened his mouth to speak, just as his wife slammed her mouth back down onto his throbbing cock.

“Unngggggggggghhhhhhhhh” Manny groaned. He could feel his hot cream speed up his shaft, and jet into her tight throat. One, then two, thick ropes pumped out as his balls emptied on the spot.

“Mmmmmmmmmm” his wife hummed as her mouth filled with his hot cum. She could feel his body shaking as she sucked every drop from him, while Manny could hear her swallow as his thick cum filled her mouth.

Manny shuddered and felt his knees almost buckle as his wife drained him in their bathroom, with their daughter out on the patio. He could feel his cock softening as she pulled her mouth free and rose to her feet. A thick trickle of white cum dripped from her lips as she looked into her husband’s face. He stared as she used a finger to wipe up the hot glob, and then suck it off her finger.

“Now” his wife told him firmly. “Get it together and come to the living room. We have something to discuss…stud.” Carol turned and left the bathroom as Manny stood in dumbfounded shock at what had just happened.

Manny fumbled with his shorts to fasten them around his shrinking cock, and then slowly left the bathroom. When he entered the living room, he found his wife sitting on the couch while Melanie sat beside her.

“Sit down” Carol told her husband, gesturing at the chair opposite the pair. She turned to Melanie.

“Your husband has a terrible headache and went to lay down” she smiled, “I suspect it may have something to do with the lemonade he drank.”

Melanie’s eyes grew wide as she stared at her mother. “What’s going on?” she asked softly.

“That’s just it…darling daughter,” she looked hard at Melanie. “I know exactly what is going on.”

Manny opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a sound, his wife turned on him.

“Not a word out of you” she hissed at her husband.

“I wondered how you got pregnant so quickly” Carol turned back to her daughter. “After all the talk about Paul’s sperm count, and your year long struggle. Then…wham…fat with a baby. I knew how badly you wanted a child that I guess I overlooked the obvious.” She stared at Melanie. “Paul didn’t get you pregnant.”

Carol turned and looked at her husband. “YOU did.”

“Honey…we just…” Manny tried to say.

“I said shut up” Carol barked, and then leaned back on the couch to glare at her daughter and husband.

“So here we sit with my daughter who is just glowing with a baby in her belly. Oh yes…” she smiled, “being pregnant is the best thing for you I can see that.”

Carol turned to Manny; “with a husband that not only cheated on me; but committed incest AND deliberately knocked up his own daughter.”

“Mom…” Melanie gasped.

“Don’t start with me young lady” Carol stopped her. “My daughter the slut, begging for her father’s seed. I heard every word.”

Melanie was so stunned she couldn’t even find the words to reply to her mother as she sat silent. Heard them? How and when, she wondered.

“Ohh give it to me daddy…fill your daughter’s pussy”; Carol mimicked

“Take it little girl” Carol dropped her voice lower, echoing Manny’s words.

“You two sounded better than a fucking porn movie in that hotel room.” Carol told them.

“What are you going to do?” Manny finally found the words. Listening to his wife’s words, he had no doubts that she had actually heard them fucking.

Carol laughed. “Well, as I see it; I have two choices.” She turned and faced her husband. “Turn you in for incest, watch you get drug through the mud, take everything you own, and send your fucking ass to jail.”

She turned and faced Melanie “You baby, you would see that hard earned law degree go sailing away in the breeze when they find out you fucked your own father just to have a baby.”

“You said two choices.” Melanie watched her mother closely.

Carol stared at her daughter silently for a moment. “Strip” she commanded.

“What?” Melanie asked, horrified.

“You heard me” her mother told her. “The dress, the panties; I want all of it off right here and right now.”

As Melanie rose from the couch and began to slowly slide her dress off her shoulders, Carol turned to her husband.

“You too big boy, strip it all off.” She told Manny.

Manny could only do as his wife commanded. He raised his hips and slid his shorts and boxers free. His semi flaccid cock lay along his thigh as he sat back down. Looking up, his eyes were drawn to Melanie, as her dress slid free and fell to the floor at her feet.

Against his will, Manny could feel his body respond even at the sight of her. Her toned thighs glistening, as a pair lacy green panties barely hid her treasure. Her firm breasts were standing out proud, capped by istanbul escort bayan two hard nipples. He could feel his cock thicken against his thigh as he drank her in, even the recent blowjob form his wife made no difference in his body reacting.

Carol reached out and cupped one of her daughters’ breasts. “Look at those…so firm. Her nipples are even hard already.”

She turned to her husband. “Wouldn’t you just love to suck on those; or would you rather slide your dick between them until you cover them in your cum.”

“Oh God Carol” Manny moaned. He could feel blood rushing into his cock, feeling it hardening at her words.

“Look Melanie” Carol whispered in her daughters ear. “He’s getting all nice and hard for you.” She could feel her daughter shudder at her voice. “Now the panties slut” she commanded her daughter.

As Melanie hooked her thumbs in the elastic waist, she bent and slid the thin cloth over her hips. She didn’t know whether to look at her mother, or that growing hard cock only a few feet away from her.

“Choice two” Carol said softly as Melanie rose back up. “Go over there, and FUCK him.”

“MOM!” Melanie almost shouted as she stared at her mother in shock.

“What’s the problem?” Carol asked her daughter. “I heard it all Friday, every bump and grind. Now, I want to SEE it.”

“What about Paul?” Melanie asked, as she stepped closer to her father.

Carol laughed. “What I put in his drink, that boy will sleep like the dead for the next two hours. Now fuck your daddy slut.”

Melanie straddled her fathers’ thighs, turning with her back to him so she could face her mother. Staring at her mother, she reached down and gripped her fathers’ now rampant tool, standing it straight up. Without a word, she slowly lowered herself down onto him.

“Fuck” Manny couldn’t help but grunt as his daughters’ tight cunt slowly slid down his length. He could feel her heat and wetness envelope him.

“Oh Jesus” Melanie moaned and she felt that familiar fullness in her belly. She used the weight of her body to drive herself down his full length.

“Unnggghhh” Melanie moaned as she felt her walls stretching to fit his girth. Her ass now rested against his thighs as she settled onto him. She held still for a moment, trying to adjust to his size inside her tight channel.

“Fuck her you bastard” Carol grated, watching. “Fuck her like you did two days ago.”

Almost possessed, Manny gripped his daughters’ hips, raising her up, and then he released his grip, letting her drop back down onto him hard. The sound of wet slurping filling the living room as his cock split his daughter again and again.

“Oh shit yessss” Melanie couldn’t stop herself. “Fuck me daddy.” She groaned as she felt his engorged head bump against her cervix as he drove deep inside her.

Manny was quickly losing control as he slammed up into his daughters’ hot cunt. His eyes stared at his wife, watching as she used one hand to brush over her own breast through the blouse she wore. Jesus Christ, he thought, she’s getting turned on watching us.

Melanie now moved her own body up and down the thick pole filling her. No longer needing Manny’s hands to guide her, she picked up the pace as her own needs took over. She could feel her juices flowing freely, seeping out to soak his balls under her. That familiar knot was growing in her belly once again.

“Oh fuck…oh God” she gasped as she rode faster and harder on the meat beneath her.

Carol rose from the couch and slowly walked to the coupled lovers. “You’re going to cum on him, aren’t you bitch” she growled at her daughter.

“Yes” Melanie grunted back as she thrust down, her eyes closed as she felt every inch of his cock filling her.

“Can’t help…oh SHIT” Melanie almost screamed as she opened her eyes and saw her mother standing only inches from her.

She watched as her mother slowly unbuttoned her own blouse, seeing the creamy skin slowly come into view, until her mothers’ heavy breasts swayed in front of her face in all their glory. Her gaze locked to the two hard nipples in front of her.

Carol reached out and drew her daughters head closer. “Suck them you fucking slut” she whispered. “Nurse on your momma like you did when you were a baby.”

Melanie had only experimented with another woman once in high school, men had always been her focus, having a huge cock shoved between her thighs the ultimate goal. Now, she leaned forward with total abandon, and sucked her own mothers throbbing nipple into her hot mouth.

“Ooohhhhhh” Carol cooed, feeling the warm sensation spread through her breasts. “That’s it you little whore” she gasped.

Melanie didn’t know why, but her mother’s language, so vulgar sent shivers through her body. This was a side to her mother she had never dreamed existed.

Manny could only stare in shock at the erotic sight before him. His cock wrapped in a tight velvet vise, as his daughter suckled on his wife’s swaying tit. He grunted escort istanbul as his nuts spasmed, feeling that boiling quickly rising in his balls.

“That’s it” Carol told her husband, her eyes locking to his. “Fuck your little girl you son of a bitch. Don’t you dare stop, until you fill that pregnant belly with your hot seed.” she told him.

“Fuucckkkkkk” Manny roared hearing his wife. He drove his hips up hard, literally lifting his daughters’ feet from the floor with his strength. Leaving her sitting impaled on his pulsing cock.

“Fill her filthy twat” Carol told him. She felt her own walls spasm without even being touched. The sight of her own daughter, riding her father’s pounding cock pushing her body to the brink. The large dark spot in her jean shorts showing her own juices flooding out of her.

“Mmmmmppppfffffff” Melanie moaned against a mouthful of tit as she felt her fathers’ steel hard cock jerk inside her cunt.

“Arrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhh” Manny roared, feeling his hot seed erupt from his cock, to wash his daughters clutching cunt. His body exploded for the second time in less than half an hour. He swore to God his own toes curled as his orgasm literally ripped through his balls.

Freeing her mouth, Melanie clutched at her mother, as her own body convulsed. “Moooooommmmmmm” she screamed, feeling wave after wave roll through her. She tried to hold onto her mothers’ hips as her body shook so violently she thought she would fall from her fathers’ lap.

Melanie’s eyes rolled back as the intensity of her orgasm shredded her mind, turning her into a quivering faucet for the cream that gushed out of her and dripped to the carpet of the living room floor. “Oh my Goddddddddddddddddddd” she screamed, not caring if she woke her husband.

Carol watched raptly as her husband pumped his hot cream deep into her daughter. She could tell on both their faces that the intensity of their orgasm was like nothing they had experienced before.

Melanie’s limp body collapsed back into the chair against her fathers’ chest. Small quakes made her limbs twitch as the after-shocks of the hugest orgasm of her life still rippled through her. Carol could actually watch as the muscles of her daughters stomach rippled with each wave.

Through half lidded eyes, Melanie watched as her mother headed back to the couch, discarding her open blouse on the way, then dropped the jean shorts as she slid nude onto the couch. Carol spread her thighs wide as she sat down on the seat, reaching down to drag her fingers over her own soaked lips.

“On the floor” Carol commanded, as she slid two fingers into her hot pussy.

“Please Mom” Melanie gasped.

“Mount her” Carol stared at her husband. “Fuck her like the little bitch in heat she is.” She looked at her daughter. “As for you” she said softly; “just admit it, you want your big…strong…daddy to FUCK you; don’t you.”

“Yessssssss” Melanie moaned as she slid from her father’s lap. She rested on her hands and knees in front of him as she stared at her mother only feet from her. She could see the wetness dripping from her mothers’ fingers as they sloshed in and out of her soaked pussy.

Just as she felt her father drop to his knees behind her, seeing her mother lewdly spread out on the couch, hearing her words; something clicked in Melanie’s head. If she had wanted them arrested, Carol would have done that long ago. No, her mothers’ perversions were as deep as her own if not deeper as she fingered her soaked pussy while she watched her husband about to fuck her daughter.

“That’s it you daughter fucker” Melanie told her father as she looked over her shoulder at him.

She could see by the lust hazed look in his eyes he was so far gone now, it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge.

“Shove that big daddy dick so deep into me I fucking scream” she egged her father on. “Own your little girls slut cunt.”

With an almost feral growl, Manny rammed his entire length into his daughter in one stroke. “FUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK” Manny roared as he felt her velvet vise squeeze his cock.

“Aaarrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Melanie screamed as she felt her fathers’ huge cock rip into her. “Fuck meeeeeeeeeee” she cried as her eyes began to roll back. The sound of Manny’s hips slapping against her cum slick ass echoed in the living room as he pumped into her with a vengeance.

“So fucking hot,” Carol growled from the couch. “That’s it, this is what heard” she told them. “Fuck that tight bitch you bastard.”

Melanie’s eyes grew wide as she watched her mother pull her cream slick fingers free and slowly lick her own juices right in front of the rutting pair.

“This is better than a hot porn film” Carol told them. “It makes a woman so fucking horny,” she added. “I think it’s my turn for a little shagging.”

Manny started to pull back from his daughter, as his cock dripped their mixed cream from his withdrawing rod. “Noooo” Melanie moaned.

“STOP” Carol barked at her husband. “Keep fucking her you son of a bitch” she told her husband. “I said I want to be fucked but I don’t remember saying anything about you.”

“But I thought…” Manny started to say.

“You can come in now” Carol called over her shoulder to the kitchen doorway as a wicked grin crossed her face.

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We stared at the note.

“Dear Kids, Running to Costco for supplies. Found the camera on the couch and saw that it was used up, so I’ll get it processed for you. Be back with prints and dinner in an hour or so. Love, Dad.”

I felt like I was going to faint. Jessica looked white. Maggie was blushing a deep red.

“I am so sorry…”

“We have to think!” Jessica was trembling as she spoke.

Slipping my hand into the pocket of my pants, I pulled out my cel phone and dialed my father’s number.

“Hey, Dad! Um… Listen, that camera you grabbed actually isn’t ours. It’s Maggie’s. Just bring it back and we’ll get it to her. Thanks! See you soon!” I clicked off.

“I left a message.”

We stood there, wondering what would happen. The minutes crawled by. Every car that drove down the street sent us leaping to our feet, pressing our faces to the front window. Finally, right on time, our father eased his Volvo wagon into the driveway. We all tried to act cool, tried not to reveal our worry. He came in, still dressed in his corporate business attire, toting a number of bags. We all leapt up, taking them from him and bringing them to the table.

“Chris, I got your message but I’d already dropped the camera off.” Jessica looked pale, and I could feel myself blushing. istanbul escort Reaching into a bag, he pulled out an envelope of prints and tossed it to Maggie. “Here you go. I hope I didn’t screw anything up for you!”

“Oh, no, sir. Thanks. I appreciate it.” Maggie stood, moving toward the door. “Sorry I can’t stay for dinner, but I’ll call you later Jessie!”

“Ok. Say hi to your Mom!”

I could tell that Jessica was relieved to see the pictures were leaving, safe with Maggie. Dinner was uneventful, and we chatted happily with dad, asking about his day, him asking about ours. Of course, we didn’t mention any of the torrid goings on. Finally, when dinner was done and everything was put away, we went down to the basement to call Maggie. She answered right away.

“I looked at the pictures. Some of them are really hot! There’s one where Chris is all blurry because he’s fucking you so hard.”

“What about the one of you, Maggie?”

“I look like such a horny slut, shoving my fingers into my snatch like that! Wait a minute, ok?”

There was a long pause.

“I think we have a problem, guys.”

At that moment, our world came crashing down around us. Turns out that the package had the negatives, and one set of prints. The writing on the istanbul escort bayan outside of the envelope showed an order for one set of prints. The cash register receipt, taped to the outside, showed that Dad had paid for two sets of prints.

“We’re totally fucked.” I said this matter-of-factly. “The only thing I can’t figure out is why he’s not busted us yet.”

Days dragged on, and Jessie and I were nervous wrecks. Both of us, having had a taste of the pleasures we could share, ached for more but, given the current circumstances, we both were too scared to try anything.

The following Tuesday Jessie and I met with Maggie and, for the first time, saw the pictures. Most of them were blurry, or at least suffered from window reflections. The last few, when Maggie had stood mere feet from our naked rutting, were crystal clear.

Driving home, I felt flushed and almost sick. Neither of us spoke until we were back home, sitting on the couch where, just a few days before, we shared such pleasure.

“What’s he thinking,” mused Jessica. “Why would he keep a set of prints and not bust us?”

“Maybe he’s waiting until you run for president, Jessie,” I joked. She didn’t look at all amused.

“Chris! Seriously! What is he doing with those pictures?”

We escort istanbul decided to snoop. We were raised to respect the privacy of others and it was with no small measure of discomfort that I eased my father’s desk drawer open. His basement office, once completely out of bounds for both of us, was his private haven, his place to escape from the frenzy of sleep-overs, parties, and other noisy goings on.

The room had all the usual office necessities: A screaming computer with all the peripherals, a shredder, and a small bar. I carefully peered into each desk drawer, even checking out the contents of every hanging file folder. Nothing. Somewhat dejected, I hung my head. Looking down, I saw a Costco photo envelope in the trash can.

“Jessie! Come Quick! I found something!”

She came bounding down the stairs, her chestnut hair fanning out around her head. She’d dressed for work, teaching a step class at the local gym. Her body was gripped by lycra and spandex and, but for a thin layer of material, looked all but naked. She walked around the desk, leaning over me to look where I was pointing.

“Shit, Chris. That’s it.”

She reached down and plucked it up. It was empty.

“He had them here. What would he do with them?”

Our eyes began darting around the room. I went to the bar and looked in the fridge. Nothing notable there.

“Chris! Check this out!”

Jessie was kneeling down next to the shredder.

“Look there.”

I followed her finger and, sure enough, there were the remains of the second set of prints.

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Continued from Pt. 2. Please read that first then come on back!

Part 24.

Tommy and I are close to graduating High School, then will have the summer off. We’ve been planning on attending a local college together and it looks like that’s happening. In the meantime, we both have summer jobs lined up to keep busy. Although I continue to have mixed feelings about the wisdom of pursuing a relationship with his Mom, we seem to be drawn to one another.

I still go over to their house two or three times a week and sometimes Mrs. Singer will flirt with me and we’ll fool around a little, other times she’ll just be sweet and motherly and I’ll just hang out with Tommy. Then, on occasion, she will come on to me hard and we’ll hook up. It’s never predictable and it’s rarely safe and boring. Despite her sometimes expressing affection for me, I don’t think she’s interested in having a steady relationship and a normal sex life after years of marriage.

On those occasions when she wants sex, I either get a text from her or she’ll whisper in my ear when I’m over there. It has become clear that Mrs. Singer is into playing games, which I believe is something she has wanted but has never been able to pursue before. With me as her willing and able apprentice, she can explore all kinds of new, fun avenues and express her new freedom when she feels like it.

About a month after I first slept with her, she proposes that it would be fun to try out a prostitute fantasy. She initially suggests that I pick her up on a street corner, but it evolves into the idea of a “happy ending” massage in a motel. She even has the notion that she would put an ad in the paper and work as a masseuse for a whole day, giving much needed relief to all the horny husbands in the area.

She ultimately decides against that, but does book a room and tells me to show up straight after school for my “massage”. When I arrive, we pretend we have never met, I pay her $50 and she proceeds to give me a nice back and leg massage. There is a little bit of suggestion of “extra service” when she brushes up against my balls a few times when massaging my thighs. It feels great. She is great at playing the part, with lots of fun banter and easy going questions.

She tells me her name is “Layla,” a play on her real name, and that becomes a character she would perform with me from time to time. She tells me to “flip over” and proceeds to massage my chest and legs. “Is there any place on your body that needs special attention?” she asks. Is this how it works in these massage parlors, I wondered? I didn’t know how to answer.

“Well, I suppose, yes, I…”

“Well, go ahead and take my hand. Good. Place my hand anywhere on your body that you want me to pay special attention, OK?” I take her hand and move it to my dick. “Fine. Now, if you want a hand job that will be another $30, but I can give you head for another $60. I don’t fuck, OK, so don’t even ask. Hand or mouth?” Man, she is great at playing this part. I’m a little scared of her but thrilled.

“Hand, please, Layla.”

“OK, sugar, go and get your wallet and give me the money, OK?” I grab my wallet and pass her an extra $30. Considering she has probably sucked me off a dozen or so times by now, I don’t mind giving her a little money. She’s earned it. Laura/Layla then jerks me off. It’s hard and fast, not the usual loving and tender service I’m used to from her, but I suppose that is part of the fantasy. She does however, stick a finger up my asshole to enhance the experience, which she has never done before.

It is intense and I come very quickly. “OK, sugar. You can clean up in the bathroom. Let yourself out.” She goes into the other room and I get dressed and leave. This is a pretty cold fantasy. Very real, but it feels dangerous and wild. I love it. Soon after I leave the motel, I receive a text from her telling me to come by the house for dinner.

When I arrive at the house, she jumps up and puts her arms and legs around me as I support her ass. “Baby!” she says, “That was amazing! I loved it! Layla is kind of a cold bitch, right?”

“Totally. But hot. I’d like to meet Layla again sometime,” I say with a smile.

“So, you enjoyed it?”

“I sure did, although technically, that hand job wasn’t up to your usual standard, Laura.”

“No, because Layla has jerked off hundreds of dudes and doesn’t care about you like I do,” she says and we both laugh. She kisses me and holds on to me warmly. It’s times like these that make me wonder if we have some kind of future together, but she always keeps me guessing.

After dinner, I go to hang out with Tommy as his Mom seems to have disappeared. I take a break and go to the bathroom and hear her playing the piano. I’m excited because I recognize that it’s a Chopin prelude and I go over to her and tell her.

“Very good, Nick. You’re such a clever boy,” she says and smiles at me, then moves over on the bench and taps the empty space next to her. “It’s very simple, let she show you,” she tells me. She slowly demonstrates the opening arpeggio istanbul escort and I copy her. My elbow brushes against her breast and she smiles at me. We play around for a while and then I’m feeling bold.

“Can we get together tonight, Laura?” I ask her softly, as our thighs touch.

“Not tonight, Nick sweetie, I’m sorry. And anyway, I thought you’d be all tapped out after Layla took care of you,” she says with a naughty grin. I’m disappointed, but I still give her a hug. Despite her mood swings and manipulations, I still can’t help but have feelings for her. I kiss her on the cheek and turn in for sleep in the guest room.

I’m pretty wiped out, so after reading for a few minutes, I drop off to sleep. I’m not sure how much time passes, but after what seems like an hour or so, I’m woken up after sensing a presence in the room. In my sleepy state, I’m only half aware that another person has joined me in bed and I recognize the soft touch and sweet smell of Mrs. Singer. “Hey there,” I whisper.

“Hi sweetie,” she whispers back.

She cuddles up to me and it becomes clear that she’s completely nude. Her skin feels divine and it’s a heavenly moment. “Are you OK, Laura?” I ask her, as she seems a little more loving and vulnerable than usual. I kiss her forehead and hold her close.

“I’m OK, thanks for asking. Thank you for always being there for me, Nick. It’s been a weird time for me. Really uncertain, really emotional. I know you have taken the brunt of a lot my craziness and I appreciate you being a friend. And more. You’ve really helped me.”

I was taken aback by this rare show of transparent emotion and my heart swelled for her. “I care for you so much, Laura, you know that. Even if we’re not together or whatever, I’ll always be around for you and will always adore you,” I say, trying to be grown up and supportive.

“Oh, Nick,” she says and holds me tight. After a minute, she looks at me and I can see her pretty face in the moonlight through the curtains. “Nick, you can say no, but can we make love?” Of course I’m excited to have sex with her but I’m also rather touched that she would ask me this way. Given her behavior over the last few months, I wonder if this is another game of hers, but she seems genuine.

“I would love that, Laura,” I say and I can see her smile sweetly.

“Thank you, Nick baby. I really need you right now.”

She moves her leg across me and then lifts her body so she’s completely over me, leaving about an inch or two between us. She drapes her nipples across my chest and softly teases my skin. “How does that feel?” she asks me quietly. It feels electric and erotic and I tell her so. She continues to let her nipples fall upon me gently and I just lie back and enjoy it.

She then moves down my body, slides my boxers off, then takes me in her mouth. She is being uncharacteristically loving and there is no edge or angle or motive to her actions. It feels perfect. After a few minutes she asks me if I’d get her ready, meaning would I reciprocate. It’s my favorite thing to do, so she doesn’t need to ask me twice.

Because she seems to need warmth and love, I’m extra tender with her and treat her like a queen. As I lick her yummy clit, I hold her around the waist. I can feel her body tense up in waves of pleasure as I stimulate her magic spot. For me, this is the loveliest sex we’ve ever had. “I’m ready for you, my love,” she says, although I don’t think she’s come, and I move up towards her.

I climb on top of her and kiss her softly. Lately, she’s been putting rubbers on me, so I ask her if she has one before I go further. “No, babe. It’s fine. You can have me like this,” she replies. I wonder why, but don’t question her. She spreads her legs around me and I penetrate her. “Please be gentle with me, Nick,” she says softly and I make love with her softly and slowly. It’s wonderful, and I find myself preferring this to the more outlandish ways we’ve fucked in the past.

I kiss her lovingly as I move in and out of her. I hold her close to me and she strokes my neck and back. “This is nice, Laura,” I tell her and I have feelings of love rising in me again.

“Yes it is, thank you. You’re a beautiful boy,” she says. “You come whenever you like, sweetheart.” I’m quite disarmed by her sweetness and I almost don’t want to defile her with my sperm. But, after a minute or two, my cock is on fire for her and I feel it rising in me.

“Here it comes, darling,” I say, and begin to come.

“Oh yes, sweet boy. You come inside me now,” she says with nice, encouraging words. I hold her tight and let it go. She doesn’t express much pleasure, but I can feel her body trembling beneath me and she’s holding onto me, wrapping herself around me. “Thank you, Nick. Thank you for loving me,” she says with apparent vulnerability.

I wonder if something has happened today and she’s in need of some genuine affection, but I don’t ask. I just tell her. “Whenever you’re in need of someone who loves you, you know you can count on me, Laura.” I mean it. Even though istanbul escort bayan this has been a little sad, it was a beautiful, moving experience and I wish it was like this with her more often.

Our bodies separate but she stays with me as we cuddle up. It occurs to me then that this is the first time we’ve had sex with Tommy in the house, but again, I stay quiet. I begin to fall asleep and she stays with me all night.

In the morning, I’m woken up by banging around in the corridor outside and it’s unmistakably Tommy. His Mom is still in my bed and of course she’s still naked. I wake her up softly and put my finger up to my lips. I make a gesture to indicate that her son is outside, when I hear the door to the room opening. Mrs. Singer hides under the covers and I do my best to cover her up.

“Yo! What’s up, man?” Tommy says rambunctiously, sticking his head around the door. “You seen my Mom?”

“Er…nope,” I reply, and I feel her finger stroke the length of my shaft.

“Weird. Her car is here but I can’t find her.”

“Maybe she went for a run.” I start to sweat.

“Yeah. OK, man. If you see her, tell I’m out tonight. Peace,” he says and leaves, unaware that she’s lying in my bed, playing around with my cock. My heart is racing, but when she brings her head up from under the covers, she has a giant grin on her face.

“Is he gone?” she mouths to me. I nod, eyes wide. She breaths a sigh of relief, and when we hear the door slam, she laughs out loud. “Holy fuck, Nick! That was close. That was bad,” she says as if waking from a dream. “Phew!” she says and laughs again, then collapses on top of me in a state of hysterics. I’m surprised at her reaction, actually. She doesn’t seem that freaked out at the idea of her son catching us in bed and seems to be getting off on the thrill. “It seems we have the house to ourselves, lover boy,” she whispers to me and reaches down to stroke my cock again. It’s playtime.

Part 25.

A week or so before graduation, I’m getting out of school and lined up with various waiting parents, I see Mrs. Singer. She waves and I go over to her. She tells me that she’s taking Tommy out to a game which is why she’s out there. She’s wearing super tight jeans and I get really hot standing near her. Her ass looks fantastic and then she catches me checking her out.

“You looking at my ass, boy?” she ask me, eyebrows raised.

“Oh, no! Of course not!” I say, half-joking, enjoying the return to those lovely days when we’d have conversations like this.

“Well, it looked to me like you were checking out my ass,” she says and puts her hands on her hips. I exhale deeply and shake my head.

“I know there’s no way a boy like me could ever get with an incredible woman like you,” I tell her. A part of me is still in disbelief that we actually have got together. A lot of heads are turning and looking at her as they pass.

“Well, you can look but you’d better not touch,” she says. She told me that once before, back before I’d ever even kissed her.

“You see how many guys are checking you out, Laura? I’m not the only one.”

“Girls too.”

It’s true. She is a star, totally hot and luminescent. I begin to have feelings of love tugging at my heart and then ugly jealousy. Yes, we’ve slept together but I want more. I want a relationship and I feel almost angry that she’ll end up with someone else. I was thinking of saying something to her about going on a date but Tommy appeared through the doors and my moment had gone.

“Hey Mom,” he says then gives me knucks and a cool nod. “Sup.”

“Alright then,” Mrs. Singer says and turns to me. “We’ll see you soon.”

“Say, you wanna come, dude?” Tommy asks me. I look at his Mom and make a questioning face. I can’t read her face but she hesitates.

“I could, but…”

“Yeah, come on Nick,” she says. So, I go with them to the game. I’m paranoid about being an unwanted guest, but it’s great fun. We get hotdogs and soda and there’s lots of talk and laughter. I take a selfie of three of us and then another of just Mrs. Singer and I together. I don’t have too many of the two of us, so it’s pretty special. At one point, she puts her hand on my knee and I melt with her touch.

“Wanna stay over tonight, baby?” she leans in and whispers in my ear and runs a finger down my leg. I get instant butterflies with the promise of sex and comfort from her. I smile and nod, trying to be cool. Apparently, she’s no longer concerned about sleeping with me when Tommy is home. The rest of the game goes by painfully slowly, as does the rest of the evening back at their place.

At about 11PM, Mrs. Singer pops her head round the door to Tommy’s room where we’re engaged in an epic battle of Dungeons and Dragons and tells us she’s going to bed. I stretch and yawn and tell Tommy I’m tired too. “Cool. Later,” he says and turns on the TV. I follow his Mom down the hall.

She jumps up, wraps her legs around me and kisses me with a giggle and wide smile. “Ready to get a closer look at this ass, escort istanbul naughty boy?” she says and I just nod stupidly. She has lost none of her effect on me and I remain in awe and under her power. I hold her in my arms and carry her into her room. “My pussy needs your tongue, sweetie,” she says as I lay her down. I look at her. She’s still wearing those tight jeans.

“Thank you for not taking off those jeans yet, Laura,” I tell her. They are accentuating her lady parts beautifully and I almost don’t want to take them off her. She giggles and lays there in a luxurious pose. “You’re a work of art,” I tell her and she pulls an even more alluring pose.

“Touch me,” she whispers, and I sit on the bed next to her.

“Foot massage, Mrs. Singer?” I say, and she laughs. It’s nice to think back on how this all began.

“Yes, as long as you work your way up and don’t stop,” she tells me. I start on her feet and she giggles sweetly. “Mmmmmm baby. You know, sweetie, that time you gave me the foot massage, I could tell you’d be a good lover and that’s when I really wanted to try you.”

“But you were still married.”

“I’m not sure that mattered much by then. My husband wasn’t fucking me anymore and you came along. I’d been tempted before, but when I felt your hands on me, I wanted you to give me everything. You were so adorable,” she says and puts a massive grin on my face.

“Were?” I say cheekily and move up to her thighs.

“Mmmmm yeah. You still are. You really do it for me, Nick. You’re young, cute and attentive. Men get lazy but you’re still keen on pleasing me. And you have a hot cock,” she says with an sexy smile.

I move my hands up her body and I reach the magnificent camel toe in her tight jeans. I’m in heaven. She groans and stretches out as I touch her with both my hands, wrapping around her pussy and ass. I get right up in her ass crack and have my thumb in the middle of her camel toe. She is very responsive. I start rubbing her.

“Ooooh…uh…yeah…that feels amazing baby…you should have done this to me that first time you gave me a massage…I might have let you!”

“Would you really?” I ask sincerely, continuing to massage her. She lifts up her ass giving me better access. Her tight pants ride up high on her as my thumb goes to work.

“Maybe…I was always tempted by you…uh…” She pauses, moaning at my touch. “That night then you held me on the couch, remember?”

“I’ll never forget any of it.”

“I wanted you to take you dick out and fuck me from behind.” I stop touching her for a second, taken aback.

“What, really?” I say, in disbelief.

“Don’t stop, You might be able to make me come like this. And yeah, if you’d asked, I would have let you fuck me that night, babe.”

“Damn. I wish I’d known,” I said and carried on stimulating her, now doing my best to get her off. “I think you made me wait like 4 months longer, or more.”

“I’ll have to…uh…uh…check my…diary…oooh, yeah…right there…keep going.”

Her diary. This I have to read. I don’t talk anymore, just keep on rubbing her and she is getting close, though it’s a little bit of a struggle.

“Strangle me,” she says.

“What?”

“Put your hand on my throat. Now, do it. Don’t stop rubbing me.”

I do as she asks and her pleasure obviously increases. She’s trying to not make any noise, but her body is tensing up and arching as I rub. My left hand is on her throat. I squeeze a little and her moaning goes into overdrive. I get worried that Tommy might hear. “Keep your voice down, Laura,” I tell her.

“Tighter,” she commands and I squeeze a little more. “Tiiii…tighter,” she says again and it seems like she’s reaching a climax. I squeeze her throat and she’s beside herself. I would never normally have done this and it feels like I’m really strangling her, my grip is tight. She’s losing it. “I’m coming…holy fuck…Nick…tighter…” she says. I squeeze her throat as hard as I am willing to and she closes her eyes and let’s out a high squeak and then says, “fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk!”

She comes and I loosen my grip on her throat. She stares at me with a dangerous look in her eyes, panting. I go to undo her buttons and very slowly start peeling off her jeans. She lifts up her ass and helps. “You know, when I saw you at school today, Laura, that’s exactly what I wanted to do. Did you enjoy it?”

“That was the best orgasm you ever gave me, Nick. That was…hot. No one’s ever choked me before. Oh my god, that was intense and hot.” I’m not sure what to say so I kiss her belly and peel off her jeans, revealing her panties. They are white with a little flower over her lips. I kiss the flower, feel her wetness and she moans again. As I continue to peel off her layers to slowly revealing her groomed pubic hair, I kiss and lick her.

“I need more, Nick,” she says and I want to give her an intense experience.

Her jeans and panties are down by her knees so she’s restricted in how much she can spread out. I’m reminded of a little bondage situation and decide to try something a little new with her. “You trust me?” I ask her and she looks at me strangely, but then nods. I pull my shirt over my head, then roll her roughly on her front. Her arms are behind her back and I tie them with my shirt, tight. I hear her moaning but she doesn’t resist.

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