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I had to get this physical from the school nurse when I was 18 and I was a bit worried because I thought I had a problem with my cock. Compared to others boys my age, it had always been way way bigger. I always tried to hide my bulge by wearing loose fitting pants, because I was scared I was a freak or something. The nurse was a young 25yo fit bombshell with huge round fake tits and she was real hot. When she asked me to get naked so she could check my junk, I didn’t know what to do. I was getting a hard-on from seeing her generous cleavage. She saw I was nervous so she pulled my pants down swiftly.

Then, she saw IT. My semi-hard dong was already 15+ inches long, with two enormous goose-egg sized balls sticking ten inches underneath. She screamed and I was scared. Then, she tried to reassure me while jacking my hardening tool and telling me there was nothing wrong with me and I was a total stud for having such a massive cock. I was real proud and soon reached my full hard length of 18 inches. She was licking the vast surface of my massive appendage, kissing it and biting it until I felt my precum erupt out of my cumslit. It arched high up in the air.

“Ooh, you’re coming so much!” she cooed, but then she realized it was only my precum. “Damn, that’s way more than a normal guy! Your loads must be gigantic, please, please show me!”

She disrobed and showed me her massive mammaries, playing with them and licking her nipples sensuously. I couldn’t take it and started yanking my shaft with both hands until I came like a cannon all over them. Just one wad was enough to drench her cleavage, I cum so much. But I was far from done. I aimed my dong at her face and my second cumshot splashed her nose and mouth. The next six loads totally covered her hair, neck and face. She put her mouth on the end of my 18+ inch mega-rod and I filled her mouth and throat up several times over. Finally, I plastered the wall ten feet away with ounces of boycream just to show her how powerful my cumshots were. I was done after three minutes of heavy cumming but my raging hardon wouldn’t go down.

She pulled her panties down and I saw her trimmed pussy. She stuck her whole hand inside and showed me where I should be sticking my massive pud next. She had been practising with giant dildoes apparently and was ready for my enormous 18yo monstercock. She impaled herself on half of my dong at first, telling me to stop cos I was so thick and deep already. After ten minutes or so, she managed to fit another 6 inches of my arm-thick rod. Her pussy was so warm and soft, I came after only twenty minutes of heavy fucking. My second load was just as massive as the first. I can usually reload and refill my sperm factories in no time. Her tummy was starting to expand from the pressure of my voluminous discharge so I removed my cum-covered dong from her distended hole and out squirted huge rivers of cum all over the place. I was still firing like crazy and adding more thick layers of goo to her already plastered countenance but she loved it.

“Fuck me some more, stud!” she grunted while positioning herself on all fours on the medical bed.

I held her hips with my hands and pushed ten inches of rock-hard cock deep inside her snatch in one go. With all the cum covering it and the sperm still coating her pussywalls, it was easy. The next five inches were a bit tougher but I was soon banging the back of her womb with my enormous helmet. I loved it and came after ten minutes only. Fortunately, my orgasms last minutes, and she came like five times while I was dumping my heavy load. She asked me if I could still get going so I flexed my mighty shaft and lifted her clear off the table. She was impaled in mid-air of my turgid monster with all her weight being carried on it. So she knew what the answer was. She rode me like that for twenty minutes, bouncing up and down on 15 inches of shaft until istanbul escort I unloaded again for almost four minutes non-stop, I was so horny. Her tummy started aching from the volume of cum inside her so she un-mounted me and took a pause just yanking my crank while the cum seeped out of her gaping hole.

The room was stinking of cum and pussy juices but she wanted more and asked me to reach the ceiling with my next loads. When I felt the cum boiling in my huge balls, I flexed mightily, my six-pack and huge biceps displaying their awesome power and my massive pillar standing vertically. Just then, a super-thick strand over three feet long blasted from my tip and splashed loudly against the ceiling. “More, more, she chanted!” while I was coating the ceiling with more and more huge ropes of thick semen. After two minutes, my shots were still reaching the ceiling and cum was raining down on us in thick yo-yoing strands.

Eventually, I was still cumming but each wad was less powerful and now only a couple of ounces worth so she let it rain down on her with her mouth open to catch as much as possible. I unloaded the final dozen shots directly down her throat, since she was such a cum-hungry slut. I was the last kid for the physical that day and we had been at it for a couple of hours but my stallion-sized boymeat was still ready for more. So she drove me back to her place, not far away and I fucked her all night long. She couldn’t walk for the next two days and had to call in sick. In the morning, after cumming like twenty times, I still had a boner. I guess my first time was pretty wild.

My Second Time

I hit puberty very early and started growing muscles real fast because I have a condition whereby I don’t make myostatin, and that makes my muscles grow continuously. Also, I started hitting the gym at 12, so by 18 I was really buff, with huge muscles that made me look like a pro-bodybuilder.

Anyway, I was at the new local gym pumping iron, curling 100lbs weights in each arm and it was quite late, I think they were about to close. The manager of the gym was a 40 year old fitness pro with huge fake boobs and long blond hair. She told me she was about to close and started turning round when she must have noticed my huge bulge so she did a double-turn. I was wearing pretty tight spandex shorts so my 12-inch soft meat and huge balls were totally overfilling them and clearly visible. She told me she had never seen such a strong boy as me and said I could go on and finish my reps. She stood in front of me and start running her hands along her huge breasts and playing with her hard nipples. I kept pumping but seeing her like this got my dong hard.

She noticed and got down on her knees to run her hands along its 18-inch length and massive girth. I started leaking precum like crazy so she pulled my shorts down and my dong hit my heavy pecs with a thump. Soon, she was giving me a sloppy blowjob, trying to engulf as many inches as possible of my monster cock while I continued curling. She removed her top and gave me a titfuck until I exploded white cream all over the place, plastering her face, hair and huge bosom with ounces of my warm seed. I put the dumbbells down and lifted her up on my still rock-hard member before impaling her with half of my rod. She was delirious and squirting non-stop, telling me I was by far the biggest stud she had ever fucked.

That made me real proud so I dumped a huge load of cum deep inside her pussy until it overflowed and started leaking on the gym floor. I kept going on, pumping my red-hot pole inside her tight pussy. I lied down on the barbell machine and she rode me while I lifted the largest set of the gym. She was bobbing twelve inches up and down the length of my rigid 18yo shaft, engulfing almost all of it. She asked me to cum again and fill her up with another monster load so I obliged, istanbul escort bayan shooting heavy blasts for two minutes. Halfway through my orgasm, she removed my cum cannon from her pussy and aimed the remaining dozen shots all over her toned body.

She was totally covered in the stuff so we headed for the showers, me carrying her on my cock.

There, another female employee of the gym was just getting out of the shower. When she saw us, she immediately jumped on my titanium bar and started rubbing her moist pussy over its length with the other chick. I was in heaven and came like a firehose all over the locker room floor. In the shower, they both licked me clean and gave me another sumptuous blowjob, coaxing another heavy load from my sperm tanks. Huge strands of cum were running down the shower walls. I fucked them both doggy-style for another half-hour, dumping my remaining cream over their asses and back. After that, we had regular hot romps in the gym after closing time, sometimes with 4 or five female employees at once.

My Third Time

I was alone at home, my parents were at work and I didn’t have school that day so I was doing some curls with 200lbs dumbbells in the back garden. I was not wearing anything except my XXXXL sized posing pouches I had to buy custom-made from a special shop for people with huge cocks. My 12″ soft dong was hanging all the way to my knees, with each melon-sized ball making a huge bulge. So there I was, doing curls and my busty blond 40yo neighbor peeked over the edge and saw me.

“Wow, you’re so muscular Timmy, why don’t you come over and show me those huge muscles of yours!” she exclaimed.

So I walked over to join her in her back garden. She was wearing a two-piece bikini and I could see her giant fake tits and super-fit body. She started running her hands all over my body, feeling my huge 24″ biceps and 8-pack abs and I could feel her big tits pressed against my massive pecs. Then, she started to run her hands down my soft shaft.

“You have the biggest cock I have ever felt by far. My husband is only 4 inches, will you fuck me please?” she pleaded.

I nodded and she pulled my trunks down, revealing my now growing monster dong. She licked it as much as possible and rubbed it until it grew rock-hard, then she measured it. I was over 4 times longer and 4 times thicker than her husband at 18″ long and 11″ around. She was totally amazed that a 18yo kid could be that hung and she stripped down quickly and let me admire her huge tits and shaved pussy. She gave me a crazy blowjob, sticking my fist-sized helmet all the way down her throat and jacking the rest of my giant shaft with both hands until I came like a fountain directly in her stomach, cum was running out of her mouth and nose, there was so much of it. I pulled out and finished off over her titties, totally covering them with my cream.

I was still hard so I picked her up and fucked her hard standing up, holding her hips and using her body to jack off my hungry beast. She was coming like crazy, squirting all over the place. I came again in her pussy and filled her up so much with my second load, cum was running down my cock and her legs for minutes. I kept pumping, then switched position and let her ride my pole on top. She was bouncing up and down and taking over half my cock on each stroke, she was that wet and horny. No other woman has been able to take that much of me ever since and I fucked like 400 women so far. I started cumming again but she pulled my cock out, she wanted to see my load blowing, she said it was so hot seeing me blast massive amounts of cum from my giant dick. So I covered her face and tits and came all over the place, there were puddles of cum everywhere on the patio. She said I came like hundreds of times more than her husband.

That’s when he arrived, he was so shocked his escort istanbul wife was fucking the 18yo boy next door. She told him I was so much better than him and showed him my super-hard cock to prove it and asked me to fuck her some more in front of him. I was so horny I didn’t care he was there and I pounded her hard and fast right there. He couldn’t do a thing, I was much stronger than him anyway, I could have beaten him up if I wanted. After she came like ten times, she begged me to stop and to cum again all over her so I pulled out and I showered her with another huge load. I also aimed my cum hose at her loser husband and covered his clothes with my thick cream. The guy was totally humiliated.

She told him to get naked, he had a tiny erection, obviously he was enjoying the show. She put both our cocks together and I was thicker than he was long. She held my heavy staff and used it to smack her husband. I was so hard it really hurt him. But he liked it because he came a tiny drop.

“What a pathetic load, no wonder I can’t get pregnant with you. Timmy, show him how a real man cums!” she laughed at him.

She jacked my huge dong and made me cum again. I came even more than the other times, the whole situation was so fucking crazy. My wads were going six feet in the air and raining down on all of us. She licked my body clean and the ounces of cum on her face and tits too and asked me if I could fuck her more. I said yes, no problem, I was still hard. So I pounded her again in front of hubby who was now crying like a baby, watching a massive 18yo stud fuck the shit out of his wife. She told me to carry her to their marital bed so I placed her on my cock and carried her that way, with my cock supporting her whole body weight. On the bed, I fucked her from behind real hard doggy style, she loved it and came so much her pussy juices were soaking the bedsheets.

That’s when I added my giant load and then the bedsheets were totally covered in an inch-thick layer of my cream. I must have come like 20 shots of 2 ounces each so it was a lot. Hubby had joined us by then and she ordered him to lick my cum from the bed. While he was doing that, she gave me a nice slow blowjob, managing about ten inches of cock in her mouth and throat this time. She was playing with my enormous balls at the same time. When her husband finished, she told him to sit in the corner, then she told me to cum and when I started blasting off, she took my cock and aimed it at him. The cum flew everywhere, on the wall, on the carpet but also on him, the poor guy was covered with my 18yo super-virile cream. My huge spermtanks have so much cum in them and I was still hard and ready for more.

She couldn’t believe it. She said she never saw a man stay hard after cumming and here I was, coming seven times and still wanting more. She said I was a total stud and that made me real proud. So I fucked her missionary this time and we kissed and I licked her tits a lot and finally I came again deep inside her, filling her up with ounces of my goo. This time, she got her husband to lick my creampie directly from her cunt while she wanked my still rock-hard shaft. It took a while for him to finish, her hole was so bloated from the huge amounts and it was running out of her pussy like a river for minutes. Since I was still hard, she asked me if I wanted a titfuck. I said yes so she wrapped her huge mounds around my shaft and gave me a really hot titwank. It was so good I didn’t last very long and blew my load directly in her face, some cum also hitting the headboard and the wall behind.

She told me it would be so hot if I could cum ten times in a row. Her sexy words got me going so I stayed hard to please her and she rode me once again. She said she would offer me her virgin arse for my tenth load and she did. It was hard sticking my arm-thick dong up her backdoor but we managed eventually and then she was bouncing up and down my hard dick like a crazy bitch, taking in like 12 inches up her arse. After half an hour, I came my last load, exploding deep in her arse for minutes. I left her husband to clean up the mess and went back home just in time for my parents to arrive.

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This is part one of a longer story. If you’ve read any of my other stories you might be familiar with my husband Carter and myself. This story will involve the two of us, and Carter’s cousin Skylark who is pregnant.

If pregnancy or the incest angle isn’t to your liking check out some of my other stories and keep checking back because I have plans to write in a lot of categories.

It begins with just Skylark and myself, but the rest of the story is already written and will be published here shortly. Thanks for reading!

IsabellaEmily

*****

Skylark showed up on our doorstep on a cold rainy night. She was soaking wet, crying, and almost three months pregnant.

Skylark is my husband Carter’s cousin. She’s twenty-nine years old, a porcelain skinned, red headed beauty with striking blue eyes, an intelligent mind, a shapely body, and a sense of humor that favored sarcasm and sexual innuendo.

Skylark’s parents had died when she was young, and she’d been raised by Carter’s family. Despite him being ten years older than her they’d always gotten along, and he absolutely adored her. They’d drifted apart a bit when she moved out west to go to college and we moved down south, but when things got bad for her, she’d turned up on our doorstep knowing he would help her.

Her parents had left her a considerable trust fund when they died, and she would never have a financial worry for the rest of her life. After college she’d found work as an artist. It didn’t pay well, but she was talented, enjoyed the work, and didn’t need an income.

However, on the weekend that she discovered that she was pregnant, she also learned that her boyfriend and the father of her child was married. Since she knew she could afford the baby she knew she would keep it. But getting over the heartbreak of being in love with a man who turned out to be a liar was tougher than she thought it would be.

She cried for two weeks and then decided she needed a change of scenery. She’d thrown a change of clothes in the car and drove more than twenty-four hours straight through to get to her cousin Carter, the one man she’d always been able to count on.

By the time she pulled into our driveway she’d convinced herself she’d made a mistake by showing up unannounced. So we found her on the front porch, crying, embarrassed, wet, cold, single, pregnant, and feeling all alone and foolish.

Carter and I immediately put her in a hot shower, and then a warm bed. The next afternoon she told us the whole story and we insisted she move in with us for as long as she needed to.

And so she did. Her pregnancy progressed healthily along, and her outlook on life returned to one of optimism and hope. She and I spent time in our heated pool every morning, took long walks around our property, and were getting along fabulously. I was making a great new friend, and she and Carter were re-bonding.

The only downside was the dent that having her with us put in our sex life. Before her arrival Carter and I walked around our house and secluded property mostly naked. We’d grown accustomed to fucking anywhere and everywhere that the mood struck us, and to say we were noisy about it would be an understatement.

We also swing a bit and have regular pool parties with a few other couples where everyone ends up naked and playing.

Now we were sexually confined to our bedroom, and I especially was having a hard time orgasming without yelling and screaming. As much as we loved having Skylark with us, we were both anxious for the day when we could resume our pursuit of perversion and kink right out in the open. Even though we were fucking almost every night, we were both feeling a bit stifled.

One afternoon when Skylark was out with her realtor looking at houses and Carter was at work I settled in with an erotic novel and a cup of coffee. One thing led to another, causing Skylark to get home earlier than she’d expected to and finding me on the couch fantasizing about Carter and his best friend having their way with me. I had a vibrator buzzing between my legs, beads in my anus, and a vibrator in my mouth while I moaned my way towards a desperately needed orgasm.

She was embarrassed.

I was embarrassed.

She apologized.

I apologized.

She made a filthy joke about me being a degenerate. I told her she had only scratched the surface of my degeneracy.

“I am sincerely sorry though.” she said again. “You have every right to play, especially in your own living room.”

“Well if you’re around long enough eventually you’re going to catch me in every room of the fucking house.” I said with a grin.

“Maybe if you let me know which day you plan to be in which part of the house I can better time my entrances.” She stated.

Her formal tone made me start to laugh, and before long the two of us were giggling like idiots. I finished pulling the robe on and put both vibrators on the coffee table, next to my butt plug and the lube.

“I istanbul escort hate to break this to you,” I said, “but this is usually a daily thing for me. And if I’m alone I tend to do it all over the house.”

She grinned again. “Daily? Not only am I impressed, but I’m also downright jealous.”

“What can I say?” I replied. “I have a really high sex drive and I crave a lot of different kinds of release.”

“That certainly makes me feel a bit better about my own weird cravings.” She replied. She moved to one end of the couch and sat down.

“Weird?” I asked.

She laughed again, and I could see her make her mind up to share something with me.

“Let’s just say that my current condition, combined with my regular urges, has left me fairly unsatisfied in that department.” She answered, while patting her considerable baby bump.

“Well Skylark I might have a solution for you. But please know right up front that I’m a pervert.” I told her. “Any advice I can come up with won’t be very vanilla. And please know you’re welcome in our home whether you take my advice or not. You are family and nothing is going to change that!”

“You have no idea how much I appreciate you both.” She said.

“Well, for better or worse, here’s my advice,” I began.

“As long as you’re not about to suggest masturbation.” She interrupted, “I’ve had my fingers inside my panties practically every night since I’ve been here, and I’ve had to replace my vibrator because I wore it out. I’m having plenty of orgasms, if that’s even possible.”

“Okay,” I laughed, “we’ll skip my lecture on the merits of vibrators. Why don’t you tell me a bit about what you’re craving? What isn’t satisfying about the orgasms you’re having?”

She blushed, turning a deep crimson which highlighted her natural pale features. With her red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and embarrassed flush she looked positively exotic. Without thought I reached out and took her hands in my own.

“I’ve always liked sex.” She continued. “A lot. Hell, I had multiple orgasms the night I lost my virginity, and that frat boy had zero clue what he was doing. Just the feeling of being fucked did it. I’ve had orgasms with every man I’ve ever been with. Some were talented lovers, but even the ones that weren’t got me off over and over.”

She took a deep breath and then went on, “My body just responds really well to being fucked. When I started dating that fucking sperm donor, he and I did everything two people can do to each other. And I miss that so much. Not him though. Just, well, it’s hard to put into words. Fuck, this is hard to talk about.”

“It’s okay,” I squeezed her hands and gave her what I hoped was a reassuring smile. “there’s nothing you can tell me that will shock or offend me.”

“Fine. I’ll just say it.” She looked me straight in the eyes and held my gaze. “I miss being fucked. I miss real cock. The feel of a real, live man pushing a real, live, throbbing cock into my body is not just something I miss, it’s something I need.”

She looked like she was about to die of shame, as if she’d admitted that there was something wrong with her. I pulled her to me and gave her a hug, holding her close to let her know that I valued her honesty.

“First of all, Carter and I have no judgements to make about anyone else’s sex life, or their desires, or their kinks or fetishes or inclinations or orgasmic needs.” I told her.

I continued, “We are far from vanilla ourselves. In fact, when it’s just the two of us here we usually run around the house naked and are very openly sexual and kinky with each other.” I gestured at the sex toys on the coffee table “In fact I’d like to show you something.”

I took her hand and pulled her to her feet and led her down the hall to the master bedroom. I took her to the foot of the bed and opened the large hope chest that sits there. Her mouth opened in shock, and she looked at me and then back to the contents of the hope chest.

It was filled with vibrators, dildos, cock sleeves, wands, and some restraints. It is also stuffed with some old comforters and blankets that we use as sexual drop cloths, to keep lube, and other bodily fluids off the bed. Sitting on top of the pile of folded blankets was a double ended dildo that was about two feet long, two different floggers, and a ball gag.

While she was staring at our collection in awe I went and opened our middle set of closet doors. The first thing she noticed was the leather whip hanging on the inside of the first door. And then her eyes took in the rest of the closet.

Hanging inside were several outfits that I use for roleplaying with him, or if I just want to dress sexy while I play online. Sexy skirts, shirts, bras, nylons, and thigh high socks paired together in clear garment bags to assemble outfits as varied as superhero, sexy librarian, slutty nurse, prim teacher, skimpily dressed country girl, and even a horny mom.

Along with a variety of boots istanbul escort bayan on the floor, there were also several leather items that run the gamut from sexy to downright intimidating. On the shelf above the hanging clothes were clear plastic bags filled with dozens of pairs of sexy panties. Some cost good money, and I wear those to the club, or in a cam show, or just to drive him crazy. Some are inexpensive and those are the ones I wear to swinger parties where I might want to give a particularly attentive partner a souvenir, or if I suspect that they’ll end up saturated in cum or other bodily fluids, or if I think they’ll get torn.

“Go to the headboard and open those drawers.” I told her.

With a disbelieving smile she walked around the bed and pulled open the first drawer. She found it filled with every kind of lube you can imagine, and the drawer under that was stuffed with blindfolds, cuffs, gags, and even some domino masks for when we bring the camera out. The last drawer contains batteries, wipes, hand towels, nipple clamps, cock rings, ticklers, and ping pong paddle.

“In the second drawer,” I gestured “you see those masks? We use those when we bring the camera out. If you know where to look there are videos of us online, although the masks would keep you from recognizing us. But you’d recognize the bedroom. And the living room. And the back deck and even the guest room you’re living in.”

I reached out and took her hand, before jerking my head at her and guiding us back to the living room.

“As you clearly saw, this was just the tip of the iceberg.” I said while pointing at the toys on the coffee table.

“I guess so.” She marveled.

“Not only do we enjoy sex, but we also love to fuck in a variety of places and environments, and while we do have limits, they are pretty far away from what most people consider normal.”

I sat back down on the couch and folded my legs underneath myself. She sat down next to me, biting her bottom lip as if searching for a particular way to say what was on her mind.

I had an idea of what she wanted to ask for, so I decided to help her out. First, I’d start with something easy to discuss though.

“How long has it been since you’ve cum the way you really need to? With a real cock inside you?” I asked.

She hesitated for just a moment before replying.

“The weekend before I found out I was pregnant. The relationship was over within an hour of me finding out I was pregnant.”

“If I was a magic genie who could grant you a sexual wish right now, with no repercussions and no limits, what would it be?” I asked.

“That’s easy. I want a real man to fuck me. Not fast, and not just once either. I want to really experience full on sex. As much as I can being this pregnant anyway.” She sighed.

“You wouldn’t have to worry about safe sex at least.” I stated.

“That’s part of the wish.” She said shyly. “I love feeling a man cum inside me. Not just how he throbs, but the feeling of his cum pumping into me all hot and slippery. That’s a huge part of what I need.”

“So if I were a genie, I’d have to arrange someone who you knew was clean, so he could fill you up with absolutely no worries.” I said

She nodded at me.

“I’m not a genie Skylark, but I do have a solution to suggest to you. Two of them actually, if you’d like to hear them.” I said.

“I would.” She answered.

I leaned over and put an arm around her, pulling her close to me and letting her rest her head on my shoulder as we sat side by side.

“Thank you Skylark. We love you. I love you, and I’d never hurt you. And that’s my first solution for you, and I just want you to think about it.”

“Sure.” She said.

“I’d be very willing to help you. Sexually. I don’t have a cock of course, but if you want to orgasm with a human touch, I would be more than happy to do anything you need to give you that. I even have a strap on that I’d be happy to wear. It will still feel like a toy of course, but a toy with real human hands and fingers and lips and a tongue attached to the person using it.”

It was probably my imagination, but it felt like her body had gotten hotter as I was talking. It was very possible that it had, although I had no way to know whether it was sexual arousal or embarrassment.

I continued “It would be just between us of course, no one would ever know. And even though I’m a very touchy-feely type I’d be incredibly careful to not cross any lines with you. It wouldn’t have to be romantic with hand holding and kissing and cuddling. If it’s something you need, I would certainly be willing to provide some comfort, just like if I were massaging a pulled muscle or helping you scratch an itch.”

“What would Carter think?” she asked with a slight tremor in her voice.

“Carter and I have an agreement about sharing orgasms with other people. We don’t play without the others consent, so I’d tell him I was going to help escort istanbul a female friend with a bit of sexual frustration, but I’d explain that she needed total secrecy. He trusts me and wouldn’t push for details.”

“Wouldn’t that make him jealous though? Like he was being left out?” she asked in a tentative whisper. I felt like I knew where this line of questioning was leading.

“It would definitely make him horny because he thinks about sex as much as I do and wants it as often as I do. But he wouldn’t feel left out. He and I give each other orgasms all the time, and he has seen me play with other women before. He’d know he wasn’t being denied any part of me.”

“Would it be different though if it was me? If it was family?”

“For me it wouldn’t be different in a way that would make it uncomfortable. How it would be different though, is that I love you and want you to have every chance to experience all the good things you want in life.”

She sat up and looked at me with her big blue eyes, biting her lower lip again and I could see in her eyes the simultaneous desire to take this conversation further, and to run and hide in shame.

“And if you did decide we should include Carter in this decision it wouldn’t be different for him either. He loves you too and would want you to enjoy every bit of life you can.” I was whispering now, not just because we were close but because I was trying to keep a lustful tremor out of my voice.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never really tried anything with a woman and I’m not sure if I’d be able to give you any enjoyment.” She said, her voice thick with both lust and hope. I could tell this conversation was physically influencing her.

“You wouldn’t be under any obligation to reciprocate for me. I’d be very willing to give you anything you needed to feel what you need to feel. I’d adore giving you an orgasm, or two. Or even five or six. And if touching me is outside of your comfort zone I can respect that. As long as you wouldn’t be freaked out if I retreated to my bedroom afterwards for a few loud orgasms.” I told her.

“I’d really like to, because just the thought of fingers that aren’t mine touching me is making me crazy. But I think what’s causing me to feel so frustrated is that I need cock. I mean, I really NEED a cock inside me when I orgasm. What if your help just makes that need worse? I can’t stand it as it is.”

I pulled her in front of me, so she was laying on the couch with her head in my lap.

“There’s only one way to find out what sort of orgasms I can give you.” I whispered.

I resisted the urge to kiss her, wanting to give her the option of keeping this on the level of one friend helping another without any of the romantic entanglements that can come with sharing anything physical.

I reached down and put my fingers on her stomach. I began tracing them gently around her protruding baby bump. She closed her eyes and drew in a deep shuddering breath. I poked my fingers between the buttons of her blouse and caressed her belly flesh to flesh.

She snuggled a bit closer to me and I used both hands to unbutton her blouse and untuck it from her pants. Keeping one hand tracing lightly along her warm flesh I used my other to unclasp her belt, undo the snap of her pants and drag the zipper down.

“Oh wow…” She murmured softly, as I pushed my fingers through the opening of her undone pants and felt the heat of her through her panties.

I used my fingers to massage her there, back and forth as she began to rock her hips up and down on the couch. I purposely went slow, wanting to savor this moment, but her hips were rising and falling with need.

I moved my fingers to the elastic waistband of her panties and hesitated just a moment, wanting to give her time to resist or change her mind. Her hand went to my forearm, but instead of pulling my arm away she tugged it down.

“Please…” She begged, and her trembling voice made me wet.

I pushed my fingers into her panties and through the thatch of pubic hair there. She spread her legs as wide as she could and I wished I’d taken her pants off, but by the urgency of her writhing body I knew she needed my fingers in her immediately.

I pushed them further down towards her pussy lips and my heart thumped when I felt her pubic hair drenched with her arousal. I rubbed my middle finger up and down her lips and she grabbed my hand that was on her belly and squeezed. I moved our hands to her chest and pushed my finger into her molten hole.

“Oh fuck yes…please…do it…” she moaned.

I moved my finger in and out and then pushed another inside. Continuing to hold my hand she released my forearm with her other hand and moved it along my arm and then shoulder, up to my head to tangle in a fistful of my hair.

I closed my own eyes and felt my entire body respond lustfully to what was happening. I twisted my hand in her panties so that I could move my thumb over her clit while my fingers continued to slide in and out of her.

At first contact with her clit, she let out a low moan and began to push herself against my fingers. I opened my eyes to watch her face, and felt my own vagina clench at the sight of her eyes staring up at me.

“I’m so close,” she told me.

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I’m sitting in a chair, facing the doorway. Brooke walks in, wearing regular clothes: a tight little white top, short denim shorts, and plain white socks and shoes. She stands in front of me, arms hanging naturally at her sides, making eye contact with me. She slowly takes off her top, pulling it over her long dark hair, revealing her bra underneath. Then she opens and pulls down her jeans, lifting each leg to remove them completely. Then I watch closely as she removes her bra, revealing her large, perfectly symmetric breasts. Finally, she turns away from me, giving me a look at her smooth ass as her panties come down, the same way as her shorts did, leaving Brooke completely naked, down to her ankles.

She continues to stand facing me for a while, as she did when her clothes were on, allowing me to view her whole magnificent form. After a minute or two, Brooke squats down and slowly spreads her knees wide apart, giving me a great look at her bare pussy. She places her hands on her knees and again pauses several seconds istanbul escort for me to see her, all the while keeping her eyes locked on mine, surrendering herself entirely.

Eventually she puts her second and third fingers of one hand into her mouth and sucks on them, making them wet with her saliva. She then pulls them out and delicately moves her hand down to her open crotch. She inserts the two fingers and closes her eyes, paying close attention to the sensation. She repeats this procedure using her other hand, ever so slowly, to drive me crazy.

With her pussy lubricated, she crawls towards me on her hands and knees, looking into my eyes, with a naughty smile on her face. She reaches my seat and starts opening my jeans, still kneeling, switching her eyes back and forth between my eyes and the bulge in my pants. Once she has me open, she pulls down my jeans and underwear together, down to my ankles, exposing me completely. Brooke stares at my swollen cock and anxiously bites her lip, istanbul escort bayan while running her hands up and down my sides, teasing me wickedly.

Finally, after an eternity, she takes my penis into her hand and holds it tenderly. My heart jumps as her soft hand finally touches my cock. Unable to resist, Brooke squeezes it as hard as she can, then brings her gorgeous face closer in order to give me head. She licks only the very tip to start out with, and then sucks on the head of my cock, making me insane with lust for her. After a few moments, Brooke slowly takes my entire penis into her mouth. I can feel her lips at the very base of my cock and her throat at the very end.

She pulls back and swallows the extra saliva in her mouth while jacking me slightly. She comes back up and licks gently around my tight balls, making me just a little bit harder, teasing me a little bit more. At last she stands up again, steps over to my side, and lifts her long leg across my body, straddling escort istanbul my thighs. I look up at the goddess above me, at her flawless breasts that I would soon be holding. Brooke reaches down and guides my penis to her wet opening. Then, she sits down on my erect cock, taking it into her depths. She places her hands on my shoulders and rides me slowly, causing her breasts to sway before my eyes. I reach up and finally hold them in my hands. Nothing in the world feels better than those two globes. I squeeze them and hold onto them, finding them momentarily impossible to let go.

Brooke presses her pelvis against me, again and again, faster and faster. Her tight vagina grips my penis closely as it fucks her. I move my hands down to her hips to feel her rhythm. I can feel my orgasm coming on. I hold her tightly and pull myself in further, as deep as I can go. My body lifts itself off the chair a little as I push up and let go inside of Brooke. I can feel myself ejaculating more and more into her wonderful vagina. Finally it passes and I sit there, holding Brooke’s wonderful waist, totally spent, fully satisfied. Brooke kisses me deeply and I happily kiss back, not wanting it to stop. Then she leans forward, rests herself against me, and we nap that way, my half-erect penis still inside of her.

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Kitty Cavalier was quoted in a “Psychology Today” article about seduction:

“It’s interesting that we associate seduction with sex, when in fact, true seduction is the opposite of sex. Sex is when desire is met. Seduction is not about the culmination or gratification of desire; it is about the thrill of the desire itself. It is the game that is played as the desire comes closer, and closer, and closer, and being able to maintain that tension of wanting for a long, long time.”

So…yea. Seduction is about making him, or her want you, not necessarily letting him or her have you.

Everyone in this story is at least eighteen years of age.

Logan Mitchell is an athletic, 6′ 1″ ruggedly handsome twenty-year-old college freshman. His broad smile, blue eyes, and blond hair catch the eyes of both young and old females. He is aware of his good looks and mindful of the fact that his hormones are hitting on all cylinders. Describing him as a horny young man is a gross understatement. It takes very little to trigger his erections, and every time his Mom, Lucy, or his teenage Sister, Becky, come into the same room with him a substantial bulge develops in his pants. He is just weeks away from his twenty-first birthday and is ashamed to admit that he is still a virgin. He finds that extremely embarrassing.

It’s Sunday morning, and the family is having breakfast together. Logan’s mother is wearing a terrycloth robe that comes down to mid-thigh. It is apparent to Logan she is not wearing a bra, by the way, her breast jiggle when she flips pancakes. Logan often wonders what else she has on under that short robe. Does she have on a sexy nightgown? Is she wearing lace panties or maybe going commando? He would really love to know.

Logan’s Sister is wearing her usual sleeping attire, which is a long sky-blue cotton t-shirt that comes down just far enough to easily cover her panties; that’s assuming she even wears panties to bed. He doesn’t know for sure, but he would like to know. It is apparent she doesn’t have a bra on because her nipples rousingly poke at the thin cotton fabric. Logan squirms in his chair and tries to adjust his throbbing hard cock covertly. His actions don’t go unnoticed by his father, Jim.

After breakfast, Becky and her Mom leave the kitchen to get dressed for their weekly shopping trip to the mall. Logan has to wait for his cock to deflate before attempting to stand. After a minute or two, he pushes his chair back and starts to rise but his father motions for him to remain seated.

Logan’s father clears his throat and then says, “Logan, we need to talk.”

“About what, Dad,” Logan innocently asks?

“Are you still a virgin, Son?”

“Why would you ask me that, Dad?”

“Because you exhibit all the signs of a young boy who wants to fuck every female he gets around but doesn’t quite know how to go about it.”

“Well, you pretty much have me pegged correctly. I’ve come close several times, but I have not yet been able actually to get into anyone’s panties.”

“In other words, you don’t know how to seduce them to the point that they want the same thing you want.”

“You’re absolutely correct, Dad. I get to a certain point, and then I freeze. I know what I want; they know what I want, but I never seem to be able to close the deal and persuade them to want the same thing.”

Logan’s father wastes little time getting directly to the point of his query and sternly asks, “Logan, how long have you been fantasizing about fucking your Mom?”

Logan is astounded by his Dad’s blatant accusation and stutters and stammers before saying, “What are you talking about, Dad?”

“You know damn well what I am talking about, Logan. I was young like you once, and I notice how you constantly eyeball your Mom’s body. A superbly sexy body, I must admit. Anyway, I know what’s going through your horny young mind. So, don’t try to bullshit me.”

Logan drops his head and stares at his hands which are nervously twitching and trembling. He knows he has been caught in the act and has no idea how to answer his Dad. Logan has always tried so hard not to be too obvious, but his Mother’s breasts are like magnets drawing his eyes to them every time they bounce or jiggle under her clothes. He knew sooner or later either his Mom or his Dad would notice his ogling but chose to do it anyway. Now that he has been caught red-handed, he decides the only thing he can do is be truthful with his Dad and hope for the best.

“I am sorry, Dad, but I can’t help it,” he whines. “Mom is so beautiful, and her breasts are so inviting. I keep wondering if they look like the breasts I see on the internet. I wonder if her areolae are large or small; dark or light. I envision her nipples being long because of the way they poke against her clothes. I shouldn’t admit it, but I sneak around trying to get a glimpse of them for real, but so far, I haven’t been successful.

“You’ve seen her almost naked plenty of times when she wears her skimpy bikini. I would think that would be enough to satisfy your curiosity,” his Dad istanbul escort responds.

“Theoretically, that should be enough, but in reality, it only makes it worse. I end up with a hard-on and a strong desire to rip away Mom’s top and suck on her luscious nipples,” Logan timorously confesses.

“Wow…you ARE a horny young bastard,” Logan’s Dad says as he reaches over and understandingly pats Logan’s hand. “Just so you don’t have to wonder any longer, Son, her areolae are about the size of a quarter, and they are a pinkish brown.”

“I appreciate that info Dad, but that doesn’t satisfy my curiosity, in fact, it makes me want to see them that much more.”

“Well then…there’s Only one thing we can do to remedy this situation. We need to arrange for you to get naked with your Mom and to give her the fucking you have apparently dreamed about.”

Logan does a double take because he can’t believe what he’s just heard from his customarily conservative Dad. He looks at his Dad and exclaims, “Are you fucking serious, Dad?”

“I am as serious as a heart attack, Son! It’s the only way you will ever get past gawking at her every time she comes into the room.”

“Wouldn’t it bother you if I actually had sex with Mom? I mean won’t you be jealous? I know I would be jealous if she were my girlfriend and some other guy was hanging around her and putting his hands all over her body, and God knows what else.”

“Well, I do have a selfish motive for encouraging you to pursue your desires to have sex with your Mom.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you probably know that your Mom and I both have strong sexual appetites and neither of us can go more than a few days without sex of some kind.”

“I suspected as much because I hear the two of you several nights a week going at it like a couple of deer rutting in the forest,” Logan laughs. “Which makes me wonder even more why in the hell you would be willing to share her with someone else.”

“I don’t want to share her with someone else; that’s my point.”

“I don’t understand, Dad.”

“I travel several weeks out of the month with my medical equipment sales job, and the travel may become even more frequent since my recent territory re-alignment.”

“I still don’t understand, Dad.”

“Your Mom’s sex drive is every bit as strong as mine, and I am a shame to admit that a few times I have become weak and succumbed to my desires and had sex with other women while traveling.”

“Oh shit! Does Mom know?”

“No! And you better not tell her. I need you to keep that a secret and I need for you to help me out on the home front.”

“Sure, Dad. I will do whatever you say, but I still don’t understand why you would want me to have sex with Mom.”

“Well…your Mom is only human, and when she needs sex, her desires may become so strong that sooner or later, she could weaken like I have a few times. I am concerned that if I’m not there to satisfy her desires, then sooner or later someone else will notice that yearning look that most women get when they really need to be fucked and they may take advantage of her weakness. I want her to be happy and sexually satisfied, but I don’t want her hooking up with some stranger. I worry it might be with someone whom your Mom could form a lasting emotional attachment. An attachment which could eventually lead to her possibly falling in love with that individual; or at least think is in love with them.”

“Mom would never do that, Dad.”

“Well…it wouldn’t be the first time a woman did that because women tend to get more emotional about sex. Unlike men who can fuck just about anything and move on; women often become emotionally attached to a sex partner.”

“I don’t think Mom would do that to you.”

“Probably not, but I don’t want to risk it. That’s why I want you to seduce your Mom and fill the need that I can’t fill while I am traveling on business.”

“Do you honestly think Mom would let me or anyone else fuck her?”

“Yes. If the seduction is done properly .”

“No, not Mom. I can’t see anyone making love to Mom but you. She’s not that kind of woman.”

“Son, practically any woman can be seduced by any man, or woman for that matter, if she has an unfulfilled need and the seduction is done properly.”

“You really, honestly believe my Mom can be seduced by someone other than yourself?”

“I do. If it is done properly.”

“Well…that’s the key phrase; if it is done properly,” Logan says. “I don’t have any idea how to seduce a woman; much less my own Mom.”

“That’s where I come in, Son. I am going to coach you through the essential steps to appropriately seduce your Mom. When I am through, you will have the skills necessary to seduce any woman.”

“Really, Dad? Any woman I want?”

“Wait a minute. I know what you are thinking. I’ve also observed the way you look at your little Sister, Becky. She is off limits because she is just a senior in high school, and still a teenager and not yet, in my opinion, considered a consenting adult.” istanbul escort bayan

“Dad…she’s eighteen years old. So, when, in your opinion, will she be considered a consenting adult?”

“After she graduates from high school and is college bound.”

“As long as we are being honest with each other, what about after she’s considered, by you, to be a consenting adult? You know her graduation is only a few months away. Would you object to my using those seduction skills on Becky after she is out of high school?”

“Well…as long as we are playing, what if. If or when your Sister is out of high school and in my opinion, within the age of consent, I won’t give you a hassle if you try your luck with your Sister, but I would prefer you wait until after I’ve had my shot at her first.”

Logan is totally shocked at his Dad’s response. “Daaaddd!” He draws out the word. “I’ve never even seen you looking at Becky that way. How long have you thought about fucking her?”

“Practically every day since she started developing those fine tits that poke through her t-shirt every morning.”

“I would’ve never guessed it because I’ve never seen you looking at her in that manner.”

“Well…I have observed her like that, but I don’t make it so obvious others would notice. There is a reason I don’t gawk, and that is lesson number one for you to learn. Stop ogling Becky and your Mom because it only makes them feel creepy, and it can be a real turn off for most women. You will never get to first base with any woman if you stare at her body like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat. An admiring casual glance is okay and is often taken as a compliment, but lustful staring is a real no, no.”

“I never thought of it that way, Dad,” Logan replies.

“And remember, your Mom is not a slut, so don’t expect to talk her into your bed in a few short weeks. Seduction is all about paying attention to someone else’s needs and moving forward accordingly. If you truly want to seduce a woman, spend time getting to know her and her body language. Set an appropriate atmosphere for the seduction, and move slowly, very slowly before getting too physical.”

“What should I do first?”

“Well, you already hug her occasionally. I suggest instead of gawky; you hug your Mom more often and maybe follow up the hug with a kiss on the nape of her neck. The neck and ears have many nerve endings and are generally not touched as often as they should be. Your Mom loves it when I kiss her neck where it intersects with her shoulder. Nibbling on her earlobe is a real turn on for her, but that’s not something you want to do right away. Let her gets used to the gentle kisses on the neck before you move to an advanced technique such as earlobe nibbling. Remember to go slow and pay attention to how she responds to different things.”

Becky and her Mom interrupt Jim and Logan’s strategy meeting when they drop by the kitchen before leaving for the mall. Logan takes that opportunity to slip away to his room and Googles “How to seduced a Woman.” He finds several articles and spends the next few hours studying the information. All of the essays recommend going slow, paying attention to body language, listen more than you talk and not revealing your ultimate intentions right away.

Around six o’clock, Logan goes downstairs and discovers his Mom is back from the mall and is in the kitchen hovering over the stove. Dad is sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. His Mom is wearing a light blue polo shirt and khaki shorts that hug the contours of her firm butt. She is as sexy as a teenage girl in that outfit. Logan walks up behind his Mom and encircles her waist with his arms and gives her a gentle, loving squeeze. He is also tempted to go higher and fondle her tits, but his better judgment tells him that would fall under the category of moving too fast.

“What are you cooking, Mom?”

“It’s your Dad’s favorite; beef stroganoff,” she cheerfully answers.

Logan rests his chin on his Mom’s shoulder and says, “It smells wonderful. So, do you, Mom.” He then gives her another gentle squeeze and a quick kiss on her neck. The effect is immediate. She blushes and goose-bumps spread across her arms. She says nothing but Logan’s Dad winks at him and gives him the thumbs up.

Logan turns away and buries his head in the fridge looking for something cold to drink. His Mom glances around to make sure no one is watching and tugs at her wet panties that are beginning to stick to her moist vagina. She feels a moment of guilt because her son’s doting attention had had that effect on her. She blushes again and squeezes her thighs together.

Becky enters the kitchen and opens one of the overhead cabinets. She rises on her tip-toes to retrieve dinner plates from above. She is barefoot and wearing ultra-tight cut-off denim shorts that look like they are painted on her curvaceous little butt.

Logan and his Dad both dwell a long moment on her tight round ass. After a few seconds of gaping, Logan clears his throat and smiles escort istanbul at his Dad who is still examining her sexy little butt. Logan’s Dad gives an approving nod, and a wink then returned to his newspaper.

After dinner, Becky and her Mom clean the kitchen and then join the guys in the family room to watch TV. Dad has settled in his comfortable chair, and Logan is sitting on the sofa. Logan moves to the middle of the sofa to allow Becky to sit in her usual place to his left and his Mom to his right. There are about twenty minutes left to the western Logan, and his Dad is watching. As soon as the final credits begin to roll, Becky grabs the remote and finds a romantic “chick-flick” for them to watch. Logan and his Dad both grumble but agree it is only fair for the girls to pick the movie since they had endured part of the western.

A few minutes into the movie, Becky loops her right arm through Logan’s left arm and cuddles against him with her head resting on his shoulder. It’s her favorite position while watching a movie with the family. Everything is fine until Logan becomes aware Becky’s right breast is pressing against his arm. He prays that the stirring in his gym shorts doesn’t grow into a full-fledged boner. After a while, his cock settles into a semi-hard bulge. Then he decides that the lump is probably a good thing because one of the articles he read suggests women can get turned on when a man gets an erection in their presence. Especially if they think they caused the erection.

There is a hot love scene taking place on the TV and Logan notices his Mom’s breathing is more substantial than usual. He uses his peripheral vision to watch her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her polo shirt and become very apparent. One of the internet articles he read implied casual touching promoted erotic thoughts when a woman is in an evident state of arousal. He is convinced that her heavy breathing and erect nipples are ample proof she is in a state of arousal. Logan cunningly places his right hand on his Mom’s bare thigh just above her left knee. She immediately puts her hand on his hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, and holds it in place. Logan feels his cock twitch and his bulge growing.

Moments later, he feels a rush of confidence and tries to move his hand a bit further up his Mom’s thigh, but she holds his hand firmly in place. She never takes her eyes off the TV screen and doesn’t give any indication she thinks Logan’s hand is out of place on her thigh. Logan’s cock is uncomfortably hard and needs to be adjusted, but his Mom continues to hold his hand firmly in place on her thigh.

There is a commercial break in the movie, and Becky pauses the movie to see if anyone needs a break. Logan rushes to the downstairs bathroom to relieve the pressure building in his balls. When he returns to the family room some ten or fifteen minutes later, Becky and his Mom have changed into their sleeping attire and are back on the sofa. Becky is wearing her usual long cotton t-shirt and probably a pair of cotton panties. His Mom has on her white thigh length terrycloth robe. Logan squeezes between the two women then Becky resumes the movie and returns to her cuddle position against Logan. She naively presses her braless tit against his arm and repositions her head on his shoulder. Logan takes immediate notice of her breast resting against his arm and wonders if she did it innocently or to tease him. His hormones have him so confused he can’t separate fact from fantasy.

Mom takes a similar position as Becky’s on Logan’s right and rests her head on his right shoulder. She loops her arm through Logan’s arm, and her braless left breast is resting against his right arm. He can feel himself getting hard again. He makes a quick adjustment then casually slides his hand back on his Mom’s thigh. This time she appears as though she doesn’t notice the placement of his hand and concentrates on the movie. After what he thinks is a reasonable pause, he furtively advances his hand up her thigh a couple of inches and gives it a gentle squeeze. She doesn’t react at all to his slight encroachment. Logan’s heart is beating so loud he is afraid everyone in the room can hear. He takes a deep breath and inches his hand a bit further. She emits a low, almost inaudible moan and snuggles closer to Logan.

“Oh my God, she is going to let me ease my hand all the way up to her pussy,” Logan thinks to himself. The exhilaration he experiences at that moment is almost overwhelming. Logan feels as if he may not be able to take his next breath. He becomes light-headed and feels as if he may pass out.

Logan calms himself and glances around the room. Everyone, including his Mom, appears to be glued to a love scene taking place on the TV screen. He makes a bold decision and moves his hand the final few inches and touches his Mom’s wet panties with the backside of his hand. She stiffens as she gasps and quickly places her hand on his hand, holding it firmly against her wet vagina. She pauses a few seconds that seem much more like minutes. He is almost sure she is going to leave his hand resting against her panty covered pussy, but then she casually moves his hand to his own lap. She lovingly pats the back of his hand and gives him a quick peck on the cheek and goes back to watching the movie as if nothing had happened.

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Two weeks had passed since Nanny left the household to look after her ailing mother. I had received no word yet on the improvement or decline of the illness, but that was to be expected, as the post from outlying villages was often notoriously slow. We did as always and made do without the trusted servant in hopes that she would return as promptly as circumstances allowed.

Frederick remained in good health and good spirits as long as I administered Nanny’s remedy with my hands and mouth, or offered my own more vigorous form of release to my inexperienced eighteen year old boy. I visited his room nightly in my bedclothes, often returning to my own room with my nightcap askew and my dressing gown loose at my shoulders. I prayed nightly that no staff would see me in such an unseemly state.

These bedtime visits seemed, at first, enough to keep Frederick strengthened, but soon he was requiring more of my attention.

Frederick and I were sitting down to a light lunch one afternoon, side by side as to enjoy the view of the summer garden afforded by a large window, when my boy, quite suddenly, took my free hand from off my lap and placed it on a considerable bulge in his trousers. I swallowed hard and attempted to keep my composure. “Molly,” I turned to the maid standing patiently in the corner, “you may go help Missus Cooper with her work. We will ring if we have need of you.” I said as calmly as I was able.

“Yes Madam.” Molly replied, dipping a small curtsy and quietly seeing herself out.

Frederick turned in his chair to face me, his legs spread, the swelling in his trousers stretching and testing the fabric in a most extraordinary way – perfectly outlining the shape of his manhood. Frederick looked up at me, his eyes wide and child-like. “Please Mama,” he whined, “it has been like this since you came in the room.”

“Oh Frederick, you are such a silly boy.” I teased as I rubbed his stiff member through the fabric of his trousers, pressing it lightly into his thigh. “You need Mama’s special attention, don’t you dear?” Frederick nodded as he squirmed against my hand, letting out a sad and strained moan. Frederick’s situation was having an effect on me as I felt the now all-too-familiar tingling between my legs. I wanted to tease him though, as he had been much too spoiled the past two weeks with my ardent attention. “You will have to ask Mama properly Frederick.” I said sternly, removing my hand from his lap.

My now rather forlorn son knelt down before me, wrapped his arms around my legs and placed his head on my knees. “Please Mama, please give me the release? My manhood is so swollen with my weakness wanting to get out.” Frederick practically whimpered.

I considered his plea for a moment before taking his head in my hands. “First you will need to do something istanbul escort for Mama.” I said with a kind smile. I had been wondering since that very first night when I used my mouth and hands on my son what it would feel like to have him use those very personal tools on my own sensitive nether regions. I spread my legs underneath my skirts and moved forward to the very edge of the chair. “Lift my skirts please, dear.” I requested and Frederick did as he was told. My various skirts and undergarments now piled up around my waist, only my split bloomers were left covering my soft thighs. My pink, wet sex with its crop of tightly curled hair was on full display to my son kneeling down between my legs.

My cheeks darkened as Frederick stared at my nether lips, unsure of how to proceed. “You must touch it Frederick, explore Mama and she will tell you when you are doing a good job.” My son licked his lips as he placed one hand on my thigh and began to investigate my sex with the other. A thrill went through me the moment his fingers met my hot skin and a gasp escaped my lips.

I held my skirts out of the way as Frederick used his fingers on me. First he touched all around the outer lips, remarking how soft my pubic hair was before moving inward to my pink wetness. His fingers travelled all up and down my sex, spreading my wetness and increasing my pleasure. Soon he found the small protrusion that so often was the source of my personal releases and he rubbed it back and forth lightly, eliciting a moan from me. “Oh yes dear that spot especially feels very good for Mama. Why don’t you stroke it and perhaps pinch it lightly?” I asked, starting to breathe heavily.

Frederick did as I requested and rubbed that spot with vigour. “Oh Frederick, yes!” I murmured, my breathing quick and my hips moving in tandem with my son’s fingers. “Don’t stop! Yes, oh yes!” I moaned loudly as pleasure washed over me and the wetness between my legs increased conspicuously.

“Mama you’re dripping!” Frederick exclaimed as he scooped up some of my juices with a finger before taking in its odour and eventually licking his wet digit. He let out a brief “mmm,” and then leaned in to take some straight from the source.

The feel of my son’s tongue on my sex took me by surprise — it was so warm and moist and explored me like some wriggling creature. I could barely contain my pleasure and gripped tightly to my skirts as Frederick enthusiastically licked between my legs like an over-zealous puppy for some time. “Ahh! Ohh! Good boy!” I gasped before gripping Frederick’s hair and pulling his head away to catch my breath.

“Dear, that is very enjoyable, but I would like you to try something different now.” Frederick did not respond, but licked his lips and looked up at me expectantly. I took istanbul escort bayan his one hand in mine and guided two of his fingers into my dripping wet opening, moving them in and out while pressing them against the upper wall of my sex. “Now,” I said, “keep doing that while you use your mouth on that spot from before.” My son did as I said and started to lick and suck on that most wonderful spot while plunging his fingers in and out of me.

“Yes, Frederick. Oh, that’s good!” I moaned as I held back my skirts and watched my son hard at work between my legs. “You’re making Mama feel … oh! … you’re making Mama feel so … ah! .. so in — INCREDIBLE!” I cried as a tremor of pleasure shook my entire body. “Oh Frederick! Oh goodness that was extraordinary.” I sighed as I struggled to regain control over my breath and limbs.

“Stand up now dear.” I instructed, and when Frederick rose, his bulging trousers were nearly at face level. A small, dark spot had appeared on his trouser leg. “Tsk, you have made a stain on your trousers you naughty boy.” I scolded as I unclasped the slacks and pulled out his throbbing hard manhood. Frederick moaned as I held him and licked his member up and down before starting to suck gently on it.

“Please Mama, I want the other one today.” Frederick begged, and I smiled up at him, feeling that he had waited long enough for his own release. I indicated my still lifted skirts and bare sex with a small nod and my son received the hint. “Oh thank you Mama!” he grinned.

Frederick eagerly entered my wet opening, his stiff manhood filling me up inside. I gasped as my son wrapped one arm tenderly around me, supporting me in a more horizontal position, while his other hand gripped the edge of the still laden table. His face came in so close to mine I could not help but kiss his sweet mouth. He returned the kiss with enthusiasm, our lips pressing eagerly against each other in an even more intimate display than we had ever engaged in.

My son broke our kiss and buried his face in the nape of my neck as he began to thrust his hips furiously between my legs. The china rattled on the table, glasses tipped their contents over the cloth, but Frederick and I were locked in our forbidden embrace.

His thick member pistoned in and out of me as he panted into my neck, “Oh Mama, Mama this is the remedy for me I just know it!”

“Yes, son, Mama will get you well again no matter how much work it takes!” I moaned as I wrapped my legs around Frederick, bringing him even deeper inside of me. “Give all of your weakness to Mama my precious boy, she can take it!” Frederick moaned and ground himself inside of me, rubbing against my insides in a wonderful way.

“Oh yes Mama!” he murmured, clutching me and pulling me into him as he began escort istanbul to pump himself in and out with renewed vigour. “Mama it’s coming soon!” he whined.

“Not just yet dear!” I commanded, “Mama isn’t done.” I pushed Frederick off of me and back onto his own chair. His swollen manhood, sticking straight out of the opening in his trousers, was slick and shining with my juices. I kept my skirts hitched up and mounted Frederick’s lap as if he were a stallion. I guided his member back inside of me and Frederick put his hands on my hips to steady me and help hold up my considerable skirts.

I sat on my sons lap for a moment, savouring the feeling of having his thick manhood inside of me. I grasped the back of the chair and leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. Our lips opened and we explored each other with our tongues in a deep and passionate kiss that no mother and son were meant to share. I felt Frederick’s member throb inside of me as we kissed.

I moaned as I began to move up and down, setting the right pace for my own release, using my son’s body for my pleasure. Frederick moaned and sighed as he stared up at me, visibly struggling to hold in his own release before I gave him permission to. “Just … oh! A little longer dear. Hold on for Mama!” I breathed as I bounced in his lap with more force, as if I really were riding a stallion. “Good boy Frederick, so patient for Mama.” I moaned and Frederick let out a long groan in response, gripping my hips tighter and burying his face in my chest. “Ohh go ahead.” I whispered as I felt my body tighten up. “Now my good boy, do it now!” I shouted as my sex spasmed around my son’s member. I looked into his eyes as his mouth gaped wide in a soundless moan and I felt his own release deep inside of me.

“Mama, Mama!” He eventually groaned, “that was the best yet. Nanny’s remedy is good but yours is so much better.” Frederick continued to hold my hips and raised his face to mine to give me another kiss on the mouth. “I will have to try this method with Nanny when she returns!” He grinned.

A spark of jealousy awoke inside of me and my mind worked quickly to come up with some way to dissuade Frederick from attempting something with another woman — and a servant no less! I put my hand on Frederick’s cheek and looked into his eyes, “Oh dear, didn’t I tell you?” I said kindly, “This particular remedy only works with another member of your family, and works best with a very close blood relation. I’m afraid it would be ineffective with your dear Nanny.”

“Oh.” said Frederick, looking rather disappointed.

“Don’t worry dear, Mama will work very hard to keep you healthy. You will be a good boy for me, won’t you?”

“Of course Mama, I’m happy that you’ll be giving me my release from now on.” Frederick smiled and gave me another kiss.

“That’s my good boy.” I said as I removed myself from my son. We both did our best to tidy ourselves from our exertions, though the table was a sorry sight and beyond help. I rang the bell for a maid as Frederick and I made our exits back to our own tasks for the afternoon.

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James was never too excited about going to see his doctor, an affable older man named Doctor Williams, who he’d been going to see for most of his life. He was a nice enough guy, but he was a doctor, and that was enough to make him leery of the medical professional. It wasn’t that James didn’t trust doctors, it was just that he was quite healthy and, like most people his age, he had the irrational belief that he was going to live forever. This irrational belied led, quite logically, to the question as to what someone who was going to live forever might need from a doctor?

Unfortunately, James worked in an industry that required an annual physical. Today happened to be the day for that exam. He groaned inwardly at the thought of the older doctor sticking a finger where the sun didn’t shine to check his prostate gland. James had recently celebrated his 45th birthday and one of the joys of that distinction was making sure his body wasn’t starting the spiral of falling apart. It was all bullshit, he thought to himself, as he had gotten dressed that morning. Looking at himself in the full-length mirror behind his bedroom door he could clearly see that there wasn’t a single indication that he was a day over thirty, or even twenty-five for that matter. He still didn’t have a single gray hair and his abs were as tight as they’d ever been, if not tighter.

In fact, James thought to himself with some satisfaction, he felt better today than he did when he was in the Air Force Academy. An annual physical was only on his agenda because he required it to maintain his status as an active-duty pilot. What galled him the most was that he’d had to book the appointment to coincide with a day off, but, after a long-haul from the far-east, he’d have a few days in town to rest and relax, so it wasn’t going to be a completely wasted weekend.

As he prepared to leave for the doctor’s office his phone rang, “Hello, Sandy,” he replied, recognizing the number of Dr. Williams’ office on the Caller ID.

“Oh, good morning, James,” the pleasant voice of the nurse-receptionist purred into his ear.

“Nice to hear your voice again, Sandy,” James replied, smiling to himself as he thought of the pretty brunette making the call, “What can I do for you this morning?”

“Oh, James, there’s so much …” he could hear her take in a deep breath and was reminded of the time they had spent together after his last appointment. As his thoughts travelled back to that time he felt that familiar stirring between his legs and stifled a groan as the image of the young nurse, naked before him, beckoning him to taste her as he went down between her delightfully spread legs, seemed to appear before his eyes. James was suddenly aware that the phone was still pressed to his ear; Sandy was still speaking, “… was just calling to tell you that Doctor Williams is no longer at the office …” James blinked, unsure if he had heard correctly, “I’m sorry, are you calling to cancel my appointment?” He felt a burst of frustration rise as he realized he could have accepted a flight to Milan for the weekend if he’d had some more notice.

Sandy quickly finished, “Oh, no, not at all,” her voice was breathy, like that night, when his tongue was buried deep inside her and she had been begging him to keep going, to go deeper, to give her everything he possibly could, all of which he’d done, with enthusiasm. “At least,” she continued, “not if you don’t mind seeing another doctor. We have someone here who has taken over his patients. Will that be a problem?”

James thought about that for a second then nodded, “I suppose not, a doctor is a doctor, right?” he laughed, looking forward to seeing the young nurse-receptionist again. He didn’t really expect anything to happen, this time, but … as the saying went, hope springs eternal.

“That’s great, I’ll tell Doctor Francis that you’ll be keeping your appointment. See you soon.” She hung up the phone before he even had a chance to say goodbye.

“Hmm …” he muttered to himself, “that was odd.”

His thoughts returned to their night together and he suddenly remembered that one of the reasons that neither of them hadn’t pursued the relationship, as enjoyable as the sex had been, was because Sandy had been involved in an off-again-on-again relationship that she had been hoping would turn into something serious.

On the day of his last appointment, one year ago, Sandy had been in a bit of a funk because, as she had said, her “Jerk-off boyfriend had stood her up the night before and obviously had no idea what a good thing he had …”

It was the opening that James had needed, and he’d pounced. “He’s obviously blind,” the handsome pilot had said, seeing the distress on the beautiful face of the young nurse.

“What makes you say that,” she asked, rewarding him with a glowing smile.

“I’m looking at all the evidence I need,” he smiled back, feeling his manhood twitch. “Any man that can’t see how painfully attractive you are—and obviously intelligent—doesn’t istanbul escort deserve to walk in your shadow let alone hold your hand.”

Sandy was more than painfully attractive, she had everything any red-blooded man could desire: she had an athletic body that seemed to be filled with boundless energy, perfect, shapely legs that gave the impression they had been plucked from one of the great sculptures; her skin was flawless, with a beauty mark that reminded him of Audrey Hepburn, and breasts that made his mouth water. Not overly large, but not too small either. Just perfect.

As he waited for her to respond his reward was silence. For several seconds James had thought he might have gone too far, but the look in her eye told a different story.

Taking a deep breath, “Are you doing anything this evening?” he finally asked. “I’d like to show you how a real man appreciates a beautiful young woman.” It was a calculated risk, but one he was willing to take. After all, the worst she could do was turn him down. In truth, James knew that the worst thing she could do was scream an obscenity at him, but his experience with other women had shown him that this was not something he had to be too concerned with—at least, not so long as he was careful, and he was trying to be careful—for now.

“No …” Sandy replied tentatively, “I mean, uhm … I have no plans for …” she blushed furiously, shook her head and met his gaze, “I’d love to go out with you.”

“Good,” he said, “give me your address and I’ll pick you up when … how about seven?” She nodded, her long hair, pulled back into a ponytail bobbing, “That would be perfect,” she replied, writing her address and phone number onto a piece of paper for him. It had turned into a memorable evening. Apparently, revenge sex was on Sandy’s mind. Good for James, not so great for whatever-his-name-was.

Dinner had been wonderful, but that had only been the beginning. After talking through a lovely meal, enjoying the sight of the young brunette sitting across from him, James had found it difficult to focus on the words coming out of her mouth. At one point he realized that Sandy’s hand was on his, “You’re not hearing me, are you,” she teased, caressing his hand.

“I’m sorry,” he replied, “it’s just …”

“You don’t have to make excuses,” she fluttered her eyelashes at him.

“No,” he interrupted her, “really, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, it’s just that you’re so beautiful.”

She looked down at the plate in front of her, a half-eaten Tiramisu, “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Her voice was soft, but it penetrated the hum of the restaurant as though she had been sitting right next to him.

James looked around, suddenly afraid that someone might have overheard the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He slowly shook his head, surprising her, “No …” he saw the surprised look in her eyes, “I mean, that’s not the way I’d put it …” his smile was intoxicating as he whispered his response, taking her hand in his. “This will be a night you remember—a night we both remember.” He was pleased to see that she was blushing, the color spreading down her long neck, into her cleavage.

He leaned forward in his chair, pulling her hand toward him to make her lean in as well, “You need to understand something, Sandy,” he whispered.

“What?”

“I don’t fuck women.” He wasn’t closing the door to upcoming activities, but, for an instant, a cloud crossed the young woman’s face as her eyes took on a look of uncertainty. Had she been wasting her time this evening with—no, she refused to give life to the thought. “What I mean to say,” he continued, seeing the look of confusion on her face, “is that I don’t JUST fuck women … I make love to them. Tonight,” he licked his lips, slowly tracing his tongue over both his upper and lower lips while watching Sandy’s response, “you are going to experience more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced in your life.”

She shuddered.

“How can you be so sure?” It almost came out as a croak.

“Are you wet yet?”

She nodded.

“How wet?”

Again, she shuddered.

“Oh …” she shifted in her seat, “sopping.”

He nodded, “THAT is how I know, my dear,” he said, releasing her hand as he sat back in his seat, taking a sip of his coffee. It wasn’t about being in control, but there was a certain pleasure to be had in knowing that you had the ability to bring someone an inordinate amount of pleasure, even without touching them. After all, he mused, the most powerful sexual organ was the brain.

As much as Sandy wanted to slip her hand under her dress and deal with the wetness that was spreading under there right now, this was not the time or the place. As a medical professional there was no way she was going to risk her career for a quick orgasm in some fancy restaurant. Not when she had just been promised an evening of pleasure. There was, however, no reason why she should have to wait longer than necessary. istanbul escort bayan Sandy took another look at her dessert, picked the napkin up off her lap and wiped her lips, then placed it over the plate before trying to catch the attention of the waitress.

“What are you doing?” James asked.

“I think it’s time to get the bill.” Her eyes darted around the restaurant, but she couldn’t seem to find their waitress.

“Good idea,” he laughed, catching the eye of the waitress as she passed their table. Once the bill had been paid they returned to his place and indulged in a night of passion that would, as promised, be a night to remember for them both. What Sandy may have lacked in experience she made up for with exuberance and athletic ability. James, on the other hand, was a practiced hand at the art of love, and treated a woman’s body like a temple. An opportunity to make love was an opportunity to worship, an opportunity to bring the ultimate sacrifice of praise to the altar of love. If flying was his profession, how he made his living, then making love was his calling, how he wanted to spend his life. Flying was a way to take people places, to take them from one continent to another; making love, on the other hand, was a way to transport someone out of this world.

That evening, he was pleased to recall, Sandy had slipped the surly bonds of the earth as they made passionate love and yes, they had indeed fucked each other senseless, but not before he had driven the young nurse to the most earth-shattering orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. That was just for openers. Apparently, it turned out, her good-for-nothing semi-boyfriend had never gone down on her. Oh, he wanted her to give him blowjobs—of course—but he had never returned the favor. That was the first thing that James had taken care of when they returned to his place.

Once Sandy had slipped off the dress she was wearing James knew he was going to have to pace himself. When he slipped his fingers inside her sopping pussy she groaned in delight. Inarticulate sounds as she threw her head back, relishing the touch of the man who was guiding her to a manual orgasm.

He gently guided her to the couch and positioned himself between her sexy legs, and then began the real worshipping at the temple of love. James had discovered, at a fairly young age, that there was nothing quite like the taste of a woman. He loved the way their kisses tasted, but more than anything, he loved the way their sex tasted. Whether it was called a vagina, a pussy, or a cunt, he could have it as a meal, a snack, or anything in between: it was something he could never grow tired of, and everyone he’d tried was different.

International travel had given him the opportunity to taste more women than he’d thought possible, and it had only reinforced his belief that all women were beautiful. It really didn’t matter whether they were tall or short, plump, or thin. Every woman had their charms. He had also discovered that almost every woman he’d been with had the potentiality of being multi-orgasmic. Many of the women he had met had complained, before their lovemaking, that they had never experienced an orgasm from “straight sex” … well, none of them could make that claim afterwards.

Sandy had experienced orgasms, but never by manual stimulation, and never from having someone eat her out. That all changed before James slipped his throbbing cock into her sopping pussy. By that time, she had already experienced her fourth orgasm of the evening and was well on her way to her fifth.

A sound distracted James and he realized he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his erection in his hand as he relived the memory of that night from one year ago. Shaking his head and smiling ruefully, he released himself, replaced his phone into his shirt pocket, and rearranged his clothes. He then grabbed his jacket and keys and left his apartment. He had a few errands to run before his appointment and didn’t want to be late for the new doctor.

*****

When James arrived at the Keys Medical Clinic he was pleased to see that the waiting room was nearly empty. Sandy beamed at him as he approached the front desk, “Oh, James,” she blushed, “it’s good to see you again. How are you?”

Even though they had spent an entire evening making passionate love to each other, not to mention most of the next day, Sandy seemed to be trying to be as professional as possible as she welcomed him to the office.

At the same time, her interest seemed genuine, but James saw it as a well-practiced routine, much like what the flight attendants he worked with on every flight showed to the passengers they dealt with every day. Many of them were young and attractive, but they were all highly trained professionals, and while there were many stories about high altitude hijinks, most of them were just that: stories. Of course, there were some cases where flight attendants did have some adventures in the air, especially with other escort istanbul off-duty crew, but that was another story, one with which James was intimately familiar.

“It’s good to see you too, Sandy,” he smiled, pleased to see the young woman blush as he gave her an appraising glance. “What’s new?”

She glanced to her left, then right, then offered him a view of her right hand, showing off a small but elegant antique engagement ring. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” she whispered. “My boyfriend proposed to me last month. We’re going to get married in November.” James looked at the young woman’s extended hand, imagining for a moment what it would be like to be her fiancé, to spend another evening with this enchanting creature, spending another night making slow, passionate love to this woman, bringing her to one orgasm after another. He was so lost in thought that he missed what she said to him and she had to repeat it, “… you’ve ever seen?” she asked again.

“I’m sorry?” he replied.

He was rewarded with a sly grin.

“I recognize that far-away look, Captain,” she chided. “You were remembering something, something … special, weren’t you?” she winked, licking her lips seductively.

James swallowed hard, “How’d you guess?”

She leaned toward the ledge separating them, “I remembered,” she whispered, then held up her hand. “Well,” she repeated, “isn’t that the most romantic thing you’ve ever heard?” she asked, without having repeated the first part.

Not knowing what he was agreeing to, James nodded, looking again at the ring, “Yes, Sandy, it is … congratulations. I’m really happy for you.”

She beamed, “Thank you, that means a great deal to me,” she looked at the files on her desk, “Doctor Francis will see you next, just take a seat.”

“Thanks,” he said softly. He was about to move to the waiting room when he thought to ask the young nurse another question. “Has he ever …” he began to ask.

Sandy grinned, reading his thoughts, “Oh yes,” she replied, “and then some.” She bit her lower lip, “Not as well as …” she lowered her voice, “well, as someone else I know,” she coughed lightly, “but well enough …” she giggled. “He’s learning.”

“That’s good to hear,” James replied. “You deserve to be happy.”

“You do too,” she whispered, as he walked into the waiting room.

A few minutes later Sandy called him into the back of the Clinic and him ushered into Exam Room 1. She handed him one of the ubiquitous blue gowns that everyone receiving their annual physical was asked to wear and instructed him to strip down to his birthday suit. He groaned, but she only laughed, winking at him as though he was missing some joke.

“Don’t worry, James, you’re going to love Doc.”

“Doc?” he asked, confused.

“Oh, that’s just what Doctor Francis likes to be called.”

“A bit old fashioned, isn’t it?” James replied.

Sandy shrugged, “Perhaps,” was all she said before leaving the exam room.

Several minutes after stripping down to his birthday suit and donning the gown, the door swung open again and a strawberry-blonde walked in, “Good afternoon, Captain Joseph, I’m Doctor Francis, Danielle Francis, but you may call me Doc,” she smiled at him for a moment, then cocked her head to the side, “or Danielle,” she added softly, smiling again as she looked at him wearing the skimpy examination gown.

James sat there for several seconds, staring in awe at one of the most attractive women he’d ever seen. Doctor Danielle Francis, or Doc, was not what he would have described as a beauty queen, but she was, without question, a stunningly attractive woman. She was slightly shorter than he stood, about five-seven, though she was wearing a pair of low heals, so it was difficult to tell for certain. There was no doubt that underneath her clinging sweater was a well-toned body, along with a pair of medium-sized breasts that were crying out for attention.

More than anything, however, were her eyes. Danielle had what James referred to as ‘smiling eyes’, the type of eyes that captured you from across the room, or the opposite end of an airplane. They were the eyes that you could see once and know, without question, that they had captured your soul. As soon as she had entered the exam room and looked at him, meeting his gaze, she had done just that. They were an emerald green that seemed to possess an internal light, perfectly complimenting everything about her beautiful face.

“Are you alright?” Doctor Francis asked, a look of concern on her coming over her arresting face.

“I’m sorry,” James responded, looking uncomfortable, “I … it’s just that …”

“You weren’t expecting a woman?” she nodded, smiling knowingly.

“Please, don’t be offended, I didn’t mean …”

Doctor Francis held up her hand, which James noticed was devoid of a wedding ring,

“No, let me explain,” she said softly. “I specifically told Sandy not to tell you that I was a woman.”

James looked confused, “Why would you do that?”

“Why? Well, let’s just say that I have my own reasons,” she winked. Then, it seemed, her resolve weakened; she decided to tell him the truth. “All right,” she began tentatively, sighing, an action that caused her bosom to heave in a way that made his loins stir again.

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Thank you to Jen for the inspiration for this story.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

*****

Prologue

“Why don’t you date again?”

It’s a question that’s been posed to me virtually every day from the time my divorce from my former husband Nils became final, some five years ago.

My pat answer is, “I’m not interested in another long-term relationship.”

It’s a lie.

I am interested in a long-term relationship. In fact I’m in one.

It’s a secret that’s been bottled up inside me for five long years. I’m writing this story as my way of unburdening myself of this deep, dark secret. It’ll now be our secret to share until my dying breath.

Chapter One

Hella is short for Helga, a Swedish name (and nickname) that was given to me by my mother Helga. It’s a family name that’s spanned four generations. My grandparents emigrated from Sweden to Minnesota back in the 40’s, setting down roots in a small town about an hour’s drive from Minneapolis. Our town was a tight knit one, revolving around our Lutheran church and the church’s co-ed softball team.

My parents Lars and Helga, as the first generation born in the United States, assimilated in this country more easily than my grandparents, who still spoke their native tongue at home. My father was a skilled tradesman, a carpenter, and my mother, a librarian in my grade school. It was a pretty insulated childhood growing up in a small town with a large Swedish contingent. It was in high school when I discovered the opposite sex. Yes, being Swedish I had naturally blonde hair, blue eyes, and an ample bust that attracted the attention of many of the boys in class. I was quite shy and didn’t know how to deal with this unwanted attention. I met my future husband, Nils Karllson, in my high school math class. He was sitting next to me and befriended me when we were assigned together on a class project. The friendship morphed into more during our senior year, and it was the night of my eighteenth birthday that I lost my virginity to him.

The party itself could have been a staid affair. My mother arranged it, with my father barbequing in the backyard by the pool. There were about thirty people at the party, and many of them had brought hard liquor in flasks. My parents retired to the house sometime in the early evening, and by late evening all of my classmates were feeling no pain. There were two boys, Nils and Marty, and me, left at the end of the party. It was probably 10:30 p.m., so my parents were already in bed. By my senior year I’d filled out to a 34D. Marty, with raging hormones and a belly full of Jack Daniels, decided to make his move. I was wearing a tight fitting low cut white top and jeans. Marty, all 6’3″ of him, stumbled towards me. He was able to catch himself by putting his left hand on my shoulder. Somehow, despite his drunkenness and clumsiness, he was able to navigate his right hand inside my top and under my bra, copping a good feel of my breast and nipple.

Ordinarily I would have slapped him and that would have been that. But it wasn’t an ordinary moment in my life. It was my eighteenth birthday party. I had been drinking for four hours. I did what a newly minted woman would do when drunk – I kissed him.

He was caught off guard by my reaction, probably half expecting a slap to the face. Then I whispered in his ear, “Rumors have it that you have a small dick. You’re going to prove those folks wrong, aren’t you?” He pulled his hand out of my bra, backed away, and made up some lame excuse and left. It’s the last I saw of him. That left me with Nils, who hadn’t been drinking. He was the one I wanted.

Nils was happy to see that Marty had left. He shared with me that he was hoping to have some alone time with me. He was a strapping young man, also of Swedish descent, blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders and a large stature. Despite his hulking presence, he was also one of the smartest kids in school, taking all of the advanced placement classes I was in.

Nils suggested that we go into the pool house. It was a small room, no larger than ten by ten, with pool toys and floats in it. We had already had a number of make-out and pettings session in that room, so we were both comfortable in it. I had already decided that Nils was going to be my first. It wasn’t a particularly memorable coupling, though since it was my first I had it committed to memory. I took off my top and bra and with us standing and facing each other he excitedly started pawing at my breasts. I reached down to feel that his hardened penis was about to burst through the fabric of his pants. istanbul escort He had me lay down on one of the foam floats and to shimmy out of my pants and panties. There was no foreplay. He guided his cock between my legs. Because I was somewhat drunk and we hadn’t done any petting I was pretty dry down there, and his penetration was painful, both from the lack of lubrication and it being my first time. After the second stroke he pulled out of me and came on my stomach. So much for young love.

Fortunately the second time was much better, and having no point of reference I thought that sex with Nils was good. We went to college together, and during that time got married. After graduation we moved to a suburb of Minneapolis in a starter home in a planned development. Most of our neighbors were our age. We had Chase shortly after moving there so in short order we had a large group of friends where life revolved around our young children. I will say it, not as a boast, but as a reason my marriage with Nils was knocked off kilter, that I was the looker in the group. At that point in time we were in our mid-20’s so the men weren’t far from their hormonal peak. I had 34D’s, which after the birth of our son Chase, blossomed into 36DD’s. Being naturally blonde, with blue eyes and first rate knockers, it was difficult to avoid men, and even older boys, from flirting with you. I’m the first to admit I’m not perfect and did enjoy the attention so I did flirt back, but for me it was harmless. For Nils, who was a good looking man in his own right, it wasn’t harmless. His blood pressure would go up with he could see his friends lustily eyeing my breasts, and would become even more enraged when I would encourage it. Nils was weak. Instead of confronting his jealousies he strayed, having an affair with a neighbor that ultimately resulted in me asking for a divorce. I was devastated by the affair and then the divorce.

Our son Chase was an innocent bystander to this drama. He was a witness to it his entire life, and the last chapter played out when he had just graduated from high school. That’s the year I found out my husband of twenty years had been having an affair for the past five. My most vivid memory of this dark time was the night I found out, and found out by accident. I’m the one to pay the bills in the family and review our credit card statements. I saw that Nils had incurred a charge at a local hotel that I thought was a mistake because he had no reason to stay at a local hotel. I called the credit card company. I told them about the suspect charge and requested they reverse it. The woman on the other end was sympathetic, but advised me to talk to the hotel before I protested the charge. She said in no uncertain terms that she was familiar with this situation and that the charge might be legitimate. I was offended at the inference that Nils might be cheating on me, but nevertheless called the hotel’s front desk. The person at the front desk gave me the answer I didn’t want to hear. She replied cheerily, “Oh yes, we’re familiar with Mr. Karllson. He’s a regular here.” It turns out that Nils was seeing a woman he’d met at the local health club and for the past five years had been meeting her at this hotel. One time he forgot to use the credit card he secured just for charges related to his mistress, where the statements were sent to his office, and mistakenly used the family credit card. I confronted Nils with this information when he came home at 6:00. By 6:30 I was watching him pack his bag and leave for a friend’s house. He never came back.

That night, about a half hour Nils was walked out of the house, I was upstairs crying in my bedroom, sitting at my dressing table, wearing my negligee, with the door ajar. I didn’t see Chase come in to comfort me. I saw his reflection in the dressing table’s mirror, his six foot plus frame towering over me. I saw his eyes, staring down the top of my negligee, at my breasts, which were heaving with each sob.

“Don’t cry Mom. Dad’s being an asshole,” he said reassuringly, now putting his hands on my shoulders. His touch felt good. Nils hadn’t touched me in so long that I couldn’t remember the last time, and my body was longing for the touch of a man. To have my son kneading my shoulders with his strong grip distracted me from my pain. I turned my head and looked up to him, the motion stretching my body and exposing more of my chest to his gaze. I felt his penis hardening, stiffening as he leaned against my back. My guard, which had been down, told me this was going down a road that I didn’t want to go down. I rose up out of my seat and walked away from him until we were a good ten feet apart.

“I know your father’s had some serious issues to work through, and it looks like our marriage is one of the casualties,” I told him, wiping a tear from my eye.

“I’m not surprised,” my son replied, his eyes having difficulty turning away from my breasts. “It’s been a long time coming.”

“I know,” istanbul escort bayan I said. “I’m so sorry that you had to witness this.”

“It’s not your fault Mom. I guess Dad just couldn’t get over the jealousy.”

I was surprised by his observation. “You saw it?”

“The jealousy?”

“Of course. I’m not blind. Mom, you’re hot, and Dad couldn’t stand the attention you were getting. It’s my guess that he had to step out of the marriage to get the attention he craved.”

My son called me hot. That was a first. He was also right about Nils. “You’re wise beyond your years,” I told him.

“Not really. I have two eyes.”

“Well, I appreciate your support,” I said, the crying jag now over. “Let me clean myself up and let’s see if we can find something to eat downstairs.”

“Sure,” he said as he left my room.

We shared some left over pizza. I opened a bottle of wine. Not surprisingly, I ended up having too much to drink that night. His offhand comment about me weighed on me until the wine finally loosened my tongue. “You said I was hot. Did you mean it?”

Chase rolled his eyes, the mannerism I’ve seen a legion of times when he thinks I’m clueless. “Of course. Everyone knows you’re hot. All of my friends tease me about you.”

“In what way?” I was vulnerable and tipsy. I wanted details. I wanted my shattered ego to be rebuilt.

He screwed up his face as if I was asking him to reveal a state secret. “Do I really need to tell you?”

“I want to know. I think my ego needs a boost right now.”

“Well, OK,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders. “This is weird saying this to you, but my buddies call you a MILF.”

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think I’m a MILF?”

“Mom, you’re my mother. I don’t think of you that way.”

I was embarrassed that I asked the question. “You’re right. My question was way out of bounds. I’ve been drinking. I’m sorry.”

“No problem. That was a weird question,” he said as he shook his head and left the room.

The drinking just allowed me to say what I was thinking. I was about to proposition my son. I was glad my son had the good sense to shut it down before something was said that couldn’t be taken back. I went to my room with a light head, the alcohol still putting me in a foggy, fuzzy world. I took a shower, hoping it would clear my mind. I couldn’t believe that I had actually considered having my son as my lover. The hot water did nothing to cool my ardor. Rather it inflamed my passions, making me feel good about my latent and forbidden desire. I was lying in bed, unable to go to sleep, images of his young, lean body racing through my mind. I felt that I was at a breaking point, and that if I didn’t relieve the tension building up inside me that I would explode. I put my hands on the waistband of my pajama bottoms and slipped them off, feeling the warm air under the covers mix with the pool of wetness between my legs.

I reached over to my nightstand drawer and pulled out my trusty vibrator. It had become a reliable companion as it had been months since Nils and I had had sex. I switched it on, running it lightly over my clit. I almost jumped out of bed, the sensitivity of my body being as high strung as a cat. I allowed myself the indulgence of letting my mind wander. Thoughts don’t necessarily translate into actions, I told myself. These were my secret thoughts – the ones that I would never tell anyone, especially my son. I had seen my son nude before rather recently, catching a glimpse as he slipped on his bathing suit when his bedroom door was open. I thought about what his large flaccid cock would have looked like fully erect, and what I would have done with it. The scene unfolded vividly in my mind. He was stepping into his bathing suit. I walked in his open bedroom door. He would look up at me with a puzzled look on his face. He would get ready to say something. I would put my finger across his lips. I would see the recognition in his face of my intentions. I would shut the door behind me. I would stand in front of him, and looking him in the eyes, pull my blouse over my head and shrug off my bra, flaunting my tits in front of his wide open eyes, allowing him to reach forward and cradle one, then the other, in the palm of his hand, feeling his gentle touch sending a sizzle of pleasure through me. I would kneel in front of him, using only my lips to capture his cock in my mouth, sucking in its entire length and using my hands to caress his scrotum, watching his eyes close and a soft moan to escape his lips. I would then use my hands to grip and squeeze the globes of his muscular ass, pulling him toward me as his cock hardened and the massive head penetrated my throat, sliding in as I gagged and dripped saliva on his bedroom floor.

“Mom,” he would croak, “I’m going to cum.”

It would be my cue to stop. I wanted more than just oral sex. I put my perverted escort istanbul fantasy on hold as I inserted the vibrator into my sopping wet cunt, sliding it in and out as I imagined it was his bar of steel probing the depths of my womb. I pumped the vibrator in and out of me as I pictured it was his cock driving into me with great urgency, him wanting to cum deep inside me.

“Fuck me Chase,” I cried out loud, thankfully to an empty room, as waves of pleasure crested and fell until I could take no more. I let the vibrator slide out of me as I drifted off into a contented sleep, not to awaken until morning.

The next morning I woke up. The bedroom lights were still on. My vibrator was resting next to my leg, and there was a large dark spot on my sheets. I couldn’t believe that I had actually taken the first step to seducing my son and had masturbated to its imagined completion. Telling myself it was wrong was of no comfort in my agitated state.

My job allowed me to momentarily take my mind off of Chase. There were a different set of challenges at work. I was an insurance adjuster with a major insurance company, and my direct supervisor, Rick, was always supportive of me, and allowed me the time off of work to deal with my personal issues with Nils. He was also recently divorced, and understood that dealing with the issues head on was much preferred to letting them fester. I rewarded his understanding with my productivity at work, settling a much higher percentage of my claims within thirty days than anyone else in the office. Rick was a good looking man in his mid-40’s, suffering from the common afflictions of middle age with a bit of a paunch and thinning hair, and I knew from stolen glances that he was infatuated with my body. He was currying favor with a large business account and asked me to accompany him to a dinner at a high end Italian restaurant. I accepted, knowing that his agenda was both winning the account and perhaps advancing our relationship beyond one of mere co-workers. As to the latter, I wasn’t really interested as my thoughts were with Chase, but I accepted nevertheless out of both a sense of duty and an acknowledgement of Rick’s unwavering support over the past year.

That evening I got ready for the dinner, picking out a dress that I’d worn to a wedding – light blue, cut slightly above the knee, and low cut enough to show a fair amount of cleavage. I found my one hour pumps; pumps with four inch heels that I could wear for about an hour before I had to take them off. I put on my night time make-up and made my way down the stairs to leave. Chase was sitting in the kitchen and spotted me on my way out.

“Hey Mom, looking good.” Chase was eating a sandwich and was holding it with one hand and a can of soda in the other.

I decided to detour to the kitchen to say goodbye. “Thanks, honey. I’ll be back late.” I kissed him on the cheek.

“Hot date?”

I laughed. “I haven’t been on a date in twenty years. This is a business dinner.”

I could see his eyes travelling to my cleavage. “Yeah right. A business dinner,” he said sarcastically.

“Well, mind your own business. I’ll be home late, so don’t wait up for me.”

“That’s a good one Mom. Have fun.” He went back to devouring his sandwich. I stole another glance at him, chiding myself for doing so.

Rick came by my house to pick me up. He pulled up in a black late model German coupe. He was old school. He went around to the passenger door and opened it for me. He was wearing a well-tailored navy sport coat and tie, a crisp white dress shirt, black slacks and tasseled loafers, a classic look that suited him. He flashed a big smile, and there was no mistaking his intent when I went to sit in the passenger side seat and with him standing over me his eyes travelled to my breasts, which I’m sure looked good from his topside angle. Rick innocently placed his hand on my shoulder as I got in, then pulled it back to close the door.

The trip to the restaurant was uneventful but the sexual tension was palpable. Rick knew I was separated from my husband and his interest in me was unmistakable. The client, a wealthy man in his 60’s who had founded a successful building maintenance company, was in the market for a new insurance carrier, and Rick thought my presence would help him make the sale. He assumption was well placed. The client took more interest in me than he did in the sales pitch, although he promised at the end of the dinner that he would take Rick’s proposal to his attorneys to review, which made Rick a very happy man. My boss ordered an expensive bottle of champagne to celebrate, and after two glasses of wine with dinner and then two glasses of champagne I was feeling no pain. By the end of dinner Rick was unabashedly fixated on my tits. He paid the bill and we went outside to retrieve his car from the parking valet.

“Hella, I’m sure you know this, but you look ravishing tonight.”

“Why thank you Rick. It’s nice to hear a compliment from a gentleman.” I thought that perhaps calling him a gentleman would check his amorous intentions.

He slipped his arm around me and pulled me against his hip. “I know a great club in town. How would you like to have another bottle of great champagne with me?”

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As soon as I woke up, I called Ryan.

“You’re not going to believe this.”

I then quickly told him about the conversation I had overheard, between Bethany and Rupert Grant.

“No fucking way!”

“We’ve been best friends since the age of five. Have I ever lied to you?”

“Yes, all the time.”

“I mean about anything that is important.”

“Yes, all the time. For example, last week you said…”

I cut him off with, “But that wasn’t important.”

“It was to me.”

I gave a deep sigh. This was hard work. I was now beginning to wish that I hadn’t told him.

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not, on the first Saturday of next month, my Sister will be at the club. And she is going to be serviced by, The Stallion.”

He was silent for a while, thinking about what I had said, and then he spoke.

“OK, I believe you. But I want to be there, and I want to fuck her as well.”

Then, before I could reply, he said more.

“Can you arrange it?”

Of course I could. Without hesitating, I said, “Yes, leave it with me.”

We had now finished speaking, and I was regretting what I had said. Could I deliver what I had promised? I had confidently said yes, but now I wasn’t so sure. Aunty might be able to help in getting Ryan hired again, but him and my Sister getting together, was the bigger problem. She was a size-queen, and he, The Rabbit, only had a five inch cock.

I stayed in my room until Mother called me for breakfast. As we ate, I kept glancing at Bethany. It was as if I was seeing her for the first time.

She was a younger version of Mother, but with subtle differences. Her tits were as big as hers, but more rounded. Her mouth was fuller, and her nose broader. Both beautiful, but in their own way. The differences in personality were less subtle.

Mother was basically a gentle person, with a kind heart. She was always smiling, and it didn’t take much to get her to laugh. However, Bethany was more self-centred. She was selfish, and at times, she could be cruel. Ryan’s opinion of her was that she was a spoilt bitch, and I had to agree with him. Being truthful, I would have to say that I didn’t like my Sister, but I did want to fuck her!

On Monday, I rang my Aunty. She was eager to help.

“Leave it with me. I’ll speak to Rupert.”

I then rang Ryan, to tell him. He was pleased, and excited, in equal measures. As far as he was concerned, it was a done deal. I was optimistic, but it was far from certain, that Aunty would deliver.

“And I have something to tell you. Using data from the last Census, and the old Kinsey Report. If you do manage to fuck Bethany, then you will be in the 0.006% of men aged eighteen or over in this country, who have had their Mother, Aunty, and Sister.”

That was certainly something to think about.

“And if you eventually get around to fucking another close family member, for example a Grandma, then it’s even smaller. Approximately, by a factor of ten.”

Sarcastically, I said, “That’s nice to know, but three is my limit.”

“And if it was both Grandmas, it would be…”

I stopped him before he could finish. It was now getting silly.

When the call was ended, I thought about what Ryan had said. I had no idea how he had managed to calculate it, but Statistics was what he was studying, and it was his passion, so I had confidence in the number. However, it was a very small percentage. I didn’t know if I should be proud of it, or be ashamed. But what I did know, is that if my Sister was to attend, The Saturday Night Club, then I, The Stallion, was going to fuck her!

Eventually, Aunty did get back to me, but it was bad news.

“Sorry James, Rupert said no.”

“Thanks for trying, I’m sure you did your best.”

“I did. If I was to tell you what I offered to do to him, it would make you blush,” then she sighed, before adding, “But he still said no. I must be getting old.”

I was surprised that he hadn’t given in to her. I would have. And next time, when we were together, I was going to get her to offer me, what she had offered to him. And hopefully, it would indeed make me blush!

When I told Ryan, I said that Mr. Grant would hire him, but not for the next meeting of the club.

“So I will be going back?”

I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“Definitely, but not next month.”

I had said it confidently, and with a smile, but I had no reason to believe that it would happen. I would speak to Mr. Grant, but if Aunty, with her beautiful face and supple body, couldn’t persuade him, what chance did I have?

The next day, I spoke to my boss. It was a brief conversation, and I was glad when it ended. He didn’t shout, and he wasn’t rude, but he made it clear that he didn’t appreciate being told what to do, by one of his staff. His parting words were a warning.

“I am pleased with you James, and I do hope that you will be able to continue working for me.”

I waited a week, before giving Ryan the bad news. He was surprisingly istanbul escort philosophical about it.

After shrugging his shoulders, he said, “I was hoping for a yes, but I’ll get over it.”

While waiting for the first Saturday of the month, to come around again, I managed, without too much difficulty, to remain calm. That was until the night before. Then, I was so excited, that it was after midnight before I got to sleep. And I didn’t appreciate being woken at seven, by Ryan calling me.

“I have a plan.”

I groaned. I knew what the plan was about, and I also knew that at best, it would be a five out of ten. But I let him continue.

“It’s simple, I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. When Lily meets us at the door, I’m sure that she will agree to me coming in with you. And I think she will keep her mouth shut.”

I was wrong, it was a two, and it was so full of holes, that I didn’t know where to start.

“So what do you think?”

I let him down lightly. I didn’t laugh, or rip it apart. I just pointed out all the problems with his master plan. What if it was Agnes, or one of the other maids? What if one of the guests talked about it, or worse, complained? They were expecting to see just, The Stallion, but there would be another man in the room. How would he feel, if one of the maids lost her job, because of it? In the end, reluctantly, he had to agree with me, that it wasn’t a good idea. But he did end our conversation, by telling me, that his next plan would be better. It would need to be.

Now that I was awake, and it was only seven fifteen, I took the opportunity to do some work on my thesis. I had another month to complete it, but I wanted to impress my tutor, by completing it early.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door that was so loud, that it startled me. It was opened before I could respond.

“I’ve being calling you. Breakfast is ready, and we are waiting for you.”

It was my Sister, and she didn’t look happy.

After giving her a nice smile, I said, “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“I was shouting. You need to clean your ears out.”

Then, before I could stop her, she snatched some papers from my bed. After quickly reading a few lines, she threw them at me.

With a snort, she said, “Dirac Equation. What the fuck is that?”

I didn’t attempt to explain it to her, because I knew that even if she could understand it, she had no interest in knowing. She was just mocking me for being a nerd.

“It’s no wonder that you don’t have a girlfriend. I bet you can’t remember the last time you got laid.”

I could, and it was with Aunty. I was tempted to tell her. That would shut her up.

“Next time you get lucky, and you have your little cock inside a pussy, let me know,” then she laughed, before adding, “But it’s going to be a long wait.”

As she was leaving, she slammed the door. I had no idea why she had acted like that. Her teasing me, especially about my studying, wasn’t uncommon, but it wasn’t normally with this amount of anger and venom. Something must have upset her, and she was taking it out on me. However, I was going to have the last laugh, because tonight, my cock was going to be in her pussy.

When I joined them for breakfast, my place was opposite Bethany. It was the worst place to be, because it meant that I could see her miserable face. I didn’t understand it. This evening, she was going to The Saturday Night Club, and she knew that she was going to be fucked by a big cock. That should have put her in a good mood. Then it hit me. There could only be one explanation for the way that she was acting. For some reason, she now wasn’t going to the club. I didn’t want to ask, because I knew that the answer would disappoint me, but I needed to know.

Casually, I said, to no one in particular, “Doing anything special tonight?”

That got a quick no from Mother, and a shake of the head from my Father. But nothing from my Sister.

Looking at her, I said, “What about you?”

“I was,” then, after scowling, she said, “But they put a stop to it.”

That ended the conversation, and nobody, especially me, was eager to start it up again.

So they knew where she wanted to go to, and what she wanted to do, but stopping her going, was hypocritical of them, because they also attended The Saturday Night Club. I could now understand my Sister’s anger. And I wasn’t happy either. I had set my heart on fucking Bethany’s sweet pussy, and now it wasn’t going to happen. But hopefully, Aunty would be there.

After I had finished eating, I went to my room, to do some more work, but also to be alone. Today, my Sister was a powder keg, and it wasn’t going to take much to make her go off. And when that happened, I didn’t want to be anywhere near her.

I worked solidly for two hours, and then I decided to take a nap. It wasn’t long before I dozed off.

When I woke, I stretched my arms, and then I opened my eyes.

“Hi big Brother.”

I sat up, with such istanbul escort bayan speed, that it made her laugh. My Sister was standing at the end of the bed, and it was obvious that she was in a better mood.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long enough to shake you a couple of times, so that you would wake up. I want to apologize for being a bitch.”

That surprised me, saying sorry, was something that she never did.

“I was upset, and I took it out on you.”

I rubbed my eyes, and then I looked at her. Yes, it really was Bethany. Then I groaned.

“This is a dream.”

When she reached over, and pinched my arm, I yelped, and that made her giggle. So it wasn’t a dream.

“I spoke to Rupert, and now I’m going out tonight.”

I already knew where she was going, and who he was, but if I didn’t ask, she would wonder why.

“Who is Rupert, and where is he taking you to?”

“He’s just a friend, and it’s a party at his place.”

“So why did they not want you to go?”

“Because it’s an adult party,” then, in case I was too stupid to understand, she said, “That means lots of fucking.”

I was now looking shocked, not because I was, but because it was how she expected me to be.

“Can I come?”

After laughing, long and hard, she said, “Sorry, nerds are not allowed.”

Then she left, but this time she didn’t slam the door. She was wrong, nerds are allowed, but only if they have a big cock!

When I got to the mansion, it was Lily that let me in. That wasn’t a surprise, but her suddenly kissing me, when the door was closed, was. And it wasn’t a peck on the cheek, it was on the mouth, and it was full-blooded. It took my breath away, but I quickly recovered, and then I gave her as good as I was getting. We were only kissing, but it was highly erotic, because it was spontaneous. It felt dangerous, this was something we shouldn’t be doing, and we shouldn’t be doing it here. That was adding to the excitement.

“It’s not my turn.”

Then her mouth was back on me. Those few words, explained everything. Tonight, she wasn’t supposed to be serviced by, The Stallion, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her from having him, and having him now.

When I put my hand up her short skirt, she stepped back, so that she could lean on the wall. Then she widened her legs.

“Put your fingers inside me.”

I did, two of them, up to the knuckles, and with a force that made her gasp. She then started rocking her hips, moving her hot wet pussy against my still fingers. She was a bitch on heat, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long, before she wanted more than just being fingered. Surprisingly, it was several minutes before that happened.

“I need to be fucked, and with a big cock.”

I got it out in record time, and her hand was quickly on it. Three frantic strokes got it rock hard. She was now looking at it, almost drooling.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day. Your big cock deep up my little pussy.”

I could believe her. As soon as I had stepped foot inside the mansion, she had pounced on me, and, as I had discovered, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

It was now time to give her what she wanted.

Her back was now against the wall, with her legs wrapped around me, and I was fucking her hard. This position would be impossible with Agnes, she was too heavy, but with Lily, it was perfect.

I had started fast, but now it was insane. I was brutally fucking her little pussy, stretching it to its limit, with my nine inches. It should have been too much for her, but instead of begging me to stop, between loud moans, she kept asking for more. And I was happy to give it to her.

Then I froze, mid-stroke, because I heard footsteps, and they were getting louder. I didn’t dare turn my head and look, because I just knew that it would be Mr. Grant.

“Don’t stop. It’s Anne, one of the maids.”

As she passed us, we were fucking again. She didn’t stop, or say anything, she just carried on walking past. It was as if we weren’t there.

I waited until Anne had gone, before giving Lily the brutal strokes that finished her off.

“Fuck, my dirty little pussy is going to come!”

It then did, and with an intensity, that took me by surprise. She was so animated, that I almost dropped her. Then, when she opened her mouth, I remembered that she was a screamer. I managed, just in time, to stifle it, by covering her mouth with mine. I waited until she had come down from her high, before putting her down.

When she saw that my cock was still erect, she said, “If you want, I’ll go and get Anne. She never says no to a big cock.”

I shook my head. I was saving it for my Sister.

When we got to the room, she handed me a piece of paper.

“That’s my number.”

I gave her a nice smile, and then, before I could tell her that I would definitely call her, she spoke again.

“Will you please give that to your friend, The Rabbit, and what’s his real name?”

I was disappointed, escort istanbul but I tried not to let it show, when I said, “I will, and he’s called Ryan.”

“That’s a nice name. And I do hope he will call me.”

Then, after kissing me on the cheek, she left. So she preferred him to me. I shook my head. She had just enjoyed my big cock, but it was Ryan that had got her number. But would he call her? Then I laughed, of course he would.

The food was always good, but tonight it was exceptional, and, for the first time, there was wine. They were trusting me to drink in moderation, but that was going to be difficult. I like a nice red, but this was at least two levels above nice.

I was on my second glass of wine, when the first guest arrived. It wasn’t Bethany, but I didn’t care. As soon as I saw her, even though I had never met her before, I knew who she was.

“Hi, I’m Margaret.”

That was a nice polite name, but to me, she would always be, Linda Lips.

She was wearing a long dress that had a high neck. With the body that she had, you didn’t need to flaunt it, you could be subtle, and still excite men. However, even though her body was covered, I knew everything about it. Her nipples were a nice size, and they were darker than her pearly white breasts. Her clit was big, but to see it, you had to part her very large lips. She was called Linda Lips for a reason!

And I knew all this, because a year ago, Ryan had lent me a DVD with her in it. It wasn’t a great film, just an excuse for a lot of fucking, in lots of interesting, and sometimes amusing, positions. I had lost count of the number of times that I had jerked off while watching it, or more specifically, while I was watching her. I still had it, and I wasn’t going to give it back, without a fight.

She wasn’t in a hurry to start, which was just as well, because I was still in awe of her. But she was eager to talk.

We were now sitting opposite each other, drinking the expensive red wine. She was telling me about her time in the film industry, and I was listening attentively, and laughing in all the right places. As interesting as it was, I was desperate to get my hands on her gorgeous body, but it seemed as if all she wanted to do, was to impress me with her stories. However, she did want more than that, because after ending a rather long, but funny, tale, about a young stud that she had worked with, she suddenly declared, “I think it’s time for us to fuck.”

Holding my hand, she led me towards the bed. This is what I wanted, but I was now nervous, worried that I might not be able to satisfy her. She fucked for a living, and I was just a gifted amateur. My cock was big, but it wouldn’t impress her. There was a scene on the DVD, that was her being fucked in quick succession by two men, and both of them had at least an inch more than me.

When we got to the bed, she started undressing, so I did as well.

We were now naked, and my cock was fully erect. I hadn’t needed to stroke it, just looking at her without her clothes on, was enough to get it to its best.

“That’s a nice cock. Big enough to fill my pussy up, but not so big that it rearranges my internal organs.”

Then she laughed, and I joined in, out of relief, because I was now no longer worried about being able to perform.

I was now enjoying her big tits. They were enhanced, but I already knew that from watching the DVD. She was late thirties, possibly older, and her nipples were still pointing up. That never happens with big natural breasts when you are that age. Some enhancements are a mistake. The tits are too big, and unnaturally firm. These had been done by an expert. They weren’t excessively large, and they felt just right.

As I greedily sucked on her nipple, she made a noise that I had heard lots of times before from her. A loud moan, that seemed to come from deep inside her. I had thought that it was fake, but now I knew that it was real. And when I put my hand between her legs, and started rubbing her pussy, that moan became even louder.

I wanted to get to her clit, but finding it, was proving to be difficult. Her lips were large and meaty, and they were getting in the way. Eventually I did, and when I firmly ran a finger over it, she gasped.

“Yes, that’s the spot. And my pussy needs to be fingered.”

I was happy to oblige. I had seen giant cocks being pushed into her pussy, and they had gone in with ease, so I didn’t need to start with just one finger, and then gradually add more.

“That’s nice.”

I had given her three, and as deep into her as I could go. But there was room for more.

“But that’s better.”

I was now fucking her with four fingers, and at the same time, giving her swollen clit the attention that it deserved.

My throbbing cock wanted to join in. To be deep up her juicy pussy. And very soon, that’s where it would be, but only after I had gone down on her. I had never been with a woman that had lips like hers. I wanted them in my mouth, to greedily suck on them. And I wanted her to climax while I was doing it.

I didn’t ask her if that’s what she wanted, I just quickly removed my fingers, and then even quicker, I pushed my head between her legs. She responded by opening her legs wider, and then gasping, when my mouth and tongue was on her pussy.

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The threesome talk was base on the way Katie reacted to Beth and the jealousy hence the “How did it feel to watch another girl fuck Kyle” it then turned into a ‘how do you feel about a threesome’ deal because I’m running out of ideas! Trying to get a feel for what my readers like. I’ve been going back and forth in my head about ending this series soon, I’m struggling to find some juicy ideas now that they’re not sneaking around anymore. Everyone has been extremely supportive and I greatly appreciate it.

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Pouring another glass of wine as my friends and I finished up laying out everything in the kitchen. Everyone was going to there soon. It was New Years Eve and traditionally Brad and I would invite all our friends over and play drinking games til the New Year.

Even though mom was on a cruise, she still let us use the house. One by one people came trekking in until we were at there. All together, there was 19 of us. We always had lots of fun, these guys knew how to turn any game into a drinking game. We would all hangout in the living room for a bit, let everyone catch up, play a few games, talk and do our annual gift exchange before we moved to the back deck for the crazy drinking games.

“Where’s you’re boy Ty?” Josh asked

“Beer run, everywhere is closed so he’s probably going to the nearest convenience store.” I responded.

I was in the kitchen snacking when Tyler walked in.

“Wow, sexy lady!” He smiled, “You most certainly wasn’t wearing that when I left.”

He was referring to black fitted dress that hugged every curve of my body and stopped just a few inches below my ass.

With no one else around, Tyler grabbed my ass under my dress and grunted, ” I’m going to be so fucking horny for you all night!”

I laughed as he leaned in, kissing me while still grabbing my ass.

“Hey, get a room!” Mike yelled as he walked in on us.

“You coming outside? We’re about to play beer pong.” He asked Tyler.

He kissed my forehead and then disappeared.

The night was still in full swing as midnight approached. Everyone was hammered at this point, including myself and Tyler. A few of us were in the living room as it was freezing cold on the back deck, where some guys were still playing drinking games. I sat in Tyler’s lap on the couch. We sat close to the fireplace all snugged and warm.

A few of his guy friends and a few of my girlfriends all sat around chatting. Tyler would occasionally whisper naughty thoughts into my ear but luckily with the music playing, no one could hear what he was saying.

“Want to blow this joint and go back to my place? We could fuck until 2018.”

“You’re so silly, neither of us can drive.” I laughed, entertaining his idea.

“We can Uber if you would actually leave.” He suggested.

“I kind of want to stay here with everyone, we can just head upstairs whenever you’re ready.” Slurring my words slightly.

“Oh is that so?” He said as he jokingly picked me up.

“Tyler, you put me back down right now!” I protested.

He carefully tossed me onto the sofa where he was sitting and walked off to the back deck.

“Two mins guys!” Giving everyone a heads up so they can join us.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!” We all counted down along with the television.

At that point we were all standing, Tyler wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly, “Happy New Year babe!”

I smiled, “Happy New Year!”

It was about 2am when everyone was finally asleep. Tyler was helping me clean up in the kitchen before we went upstairs but upon getting to my room, some of my friends where sleeping on the bed and the floor, every room of the house had someone in it.

“I know,” I loudly whispered, “Mom’s room!”

But when we got to the door, it was slightly cracked and soft moans were coming from it.

“What the fuck! Who’s banging on my mom’s bed!?!” I said bitterly.

Tyler spied through the little crack in the door.

“Holy shit!” He said as he pulled me towards the stairs.

“What?!? Who was it???” I asked excitedly.

“Brad and Megan!” He whispered.

“Holy shit!” We both ran down the stairs giggling like little kids.

“How is it that Brad gets laid and I don’t?!?” He complained.

“You’re giving up that easily?” I smiled devilishly.

“What do you have in mind you little devil?” He enquired.

I grabbed him by the hand and led him into the downstairs half bathroom. A smile crept onto him face.

“You had to choose the smallest bathroom in the house?” He smirked as he grabbed my ass, lifting me onto the sink.

His hands rested on my thighs, as he closed istanbul escort in for a kiss, I got a whiff of his whiskey stained breath. Luckily, he was already sobering up, otherwise, I don’t think he would have been coordinated enough to fuck me in there.

He kissed me slowly but deeply, his hands moved up my thighs and under my dress. Finding the waistband of my laced thong, “I think I’m going to leave these on you of a little bit longer.” He smiled as his kisses moved across my jawline and to my neck. Occasionally biting my neck; he knew just how much he was turning me on!

He pulled the neckline of my dress down under my bra and tits, then unhooking my bra between the cups, he gained access to my nipples that longed for his mouth. Immediately taking one in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it as he reached a hand up to my other breast and gently massaged it, occasionally tugging on my nipple. Then switching from nipple to nipple.

My head tilted back in ecstasy. I knew I was going to be soaked by the time he was ready for my pussy. One hand rested on the counter of the sink behind me as support the other on the back of his head, my body leaned backwards almost against the mirror.

He wrapped his arms underneath of my knees and pulled me to the edge of the sink then parted my knees. I was now spread wide for him. Using just one finger, he pulled the crotch of my thong aside then drove his tongue into my warm wetness. A soft moan escaped my lips.

I tried to keep my noise non existent but he was doing all the things I loved. His tongue flicked back and forth over my clit as he slid a finger in me, then another. He finger fucked me as he teased my clit with his tongue.

“Shh!” He paused to shush me as my moans got louder and louder.

“Baby, I want you in me!” I moaned, just wanting to feel his hard member in my tight, wet pussy.

He removed my panties and sat them aside on the sink before undoing his pants and pulling his raging hard on out. My eyes lit up as I saw how hard he was for me.

“Fuck me!” I whispered.

With one quick thrust of his hips, his shaft was buried deep inside of me. I moaned out loudly, he quickly covered my mouth with his hand. I knew better, he just knew I was too drunk to maintain a low volume. His forearms wrap around the back of my knees again, pulling me to the edge of the counter as he continuously thrusted in and out. My back and the surface of the counter forming a forty-five degree angle as my head rested against the mirror. My moans still fluctuated in pitch.

His grunts getting higher and higher, I knew he was getting close! He pulled me off of the sink, took my panties up and stuffed it in my mouth before bending me over the sink. He grabbed my hips and entered me from behind. Forcefully thrusting his hips, driving his cock deep in me.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum!” I tried to say with the parties in my mouth. It just sounded like a muffled mess but he knew exactly what I was about to happen.

“Cum on that cock baby!” He whispered to me as his thrusts slowed and his grunts got deeper. He was about to cum too.

My body became rigid and my pussy tightened up on him, squeezing his cock then my pussy started convulsing as my orgasm began, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. His grip tightened on me and he emptied his load in me.

“Success!” He jokingly said, “Now that I’ve conquered that pussy, I must find a place to sleep!” He was so drunk!

The next morning, I was awaken by pots and pans knocking as Brad’s starting on some breakfast. My eyes slowly open to see him standing only a few feet away from me. I somehow ended up on an air mattress on the kitchen floor, Ty was still passed out next to me.

“Well good morning sunshine!” Brad greeted me.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning!” I manage to smile, still groggy.

“You know me, just a morning person.”

“Oh yea?” I smile, “You sure Megan didn’t have anything to do with that?”

“How’d you know about that?!?”

“You left the door cracked last night, smartass.” I giggled, “Tyler saw you two.”

“That stays between us!”

“What do you got to hide? You’re getting divorced and besides we all know she’s had a crush on you for forever now.”

“Really?”

“Yes, the first night she ever slept over she was all googly-eyed for you!”

“That explains it!” He stoped to think for a second as he recalled last night events.

“She asked about my wife, I told her I was getting divorced and then all night she was flirty with me. When the New year broke we were in the back of the living room there and while you were too busy with your tongue down Tyler’s throat, she kissed me. I didn’t think anything by it but then she grabbed me!”

I laughed, “Aww, poor Brad, did you feel violated?” I teased him.

“As a matter of fact I did.” He joked, “We were in the den making out for what felt like eternity before I took her upstairs but all guest rooms were taken, istanbul escort bayan you’re room was taken, that weird little room down here was taken so I had to use moms room.”

“Gross!”

“Wait a minute! You guys were that far down the hall, you were trying to use mom’s room too! You’re the gross ones!”

We both laughed. Tyler only just waking up.

“What’s all the commotion about?!? I’m trying to sleep here!” He complained before kissing me good morning.

“Oh shut up and go back to sleep asshole!” Brad joked with Tyler.

“Damn, salty!” Tyler pulled the blanket over his head and went back to bed.

Brad made us all a fuck ton of pancakes. Shortly after breakfast, everyone started leaving but Brad, Megan and Tyler hung around to help clean up the house.

Megan and I were in the living room. “So…” Looking around to see if the guys were around, “Details!” I giggled.

“OMG Katie! You know how much of a crush I’ve always had on your brother right? Well… I just about died and went to heaven last night! We were playing beer pong together last night, just having a lot of fun when Maria told me that he’d been checking me out all night so I flirted and he flirted back and when midnight broke, I kissed him and he kissed back. He took me upstairs and I think he had all honest intentions to just cuddle and sleep but we started making out and things got hot and heavy.”

“I can’t believe he made such a big deal out of me and Tyler at first and now he’s messing around with my friend, that bastard!” I joked as we both laughed.

The guys walked in at that moment, “What’s so funny?” Brad asked.

“You, doofus!” I joked.

“Turd!” Brad responded.

“Are you ready to go?” Brad asked Megan.

I turned to Megan and smiled with a curious look.

“Brad’s taking me home, I rode with Kelly yesterday but I told her to go on without me this morning.” Megan explained.

“You two be safe!” I said shutting the door behind them.

Tyler jumped on the couch, cutting the tv on and putting his feet up.

“Any space for me on that couch?” I flirted.

“I got a place for you to sit, right here.” Tyler gently tapped his crotch area.

“You’re such a pervert!” I laughed as I moved to walk over to the armchair.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me onto him. I was now laying on top of him, facing him.

“What do you want from me?” I smiled.

“Nothing, I just want to look at you and feel you close to me.” He brushed the hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear, “You have beautiful eyes!”

I blushed and kissed him, “I’m going to get in the tub, keep yourself busy!”

Getting up and heading upstairs, I received a text from my best friend, “Check this out, gimme feedback, no judging!” With a link attached.

I got in the tub, poured in some bath salts and sunk into the water. I opened up the link, “My Extreme Experience” was the title to what looked like a short story on a website.

“What is this? Did she write this?” I asked myself.

As I went onto reading it, the characters fit the description of her and her boyfriend but the names were obviously different. After reading the author’s note, I quickly realized that this was an erotic story.

I went on to read about the night they celebrated one year of dating, they went out on the town, she got a bit drunk, getting back home they pulled over on the highway and made love in the back of his car then getting home, he wanted to try something different.

It read, “He always had a kink of wanting to tie me up and dominate me but I never agreed to it til that night. He instructed me to strip for him then tied my hands together and raising them above my head with his belt and tying it to the bed’s headboard.”

She explained in detail how he made her cum multiple times, eating her out, fingering her and using sex toys. He made her beg him to let her cum every time. He fucked her mercilessly, choked her, slapped her, bit her, made her his slave.

Although this was too extreme for my personal taste, I was so turned on. She explained how amazing it was, every time she came it was like dying and going to heaven. She described it as the best sex of her life!

I was so wet. I put the phone down and my hand traveled down my body and to my wet pussy. I slowly started rubbing my clit, my other hand played with my tits. The warm water soothing my body, swishing around a little as I squirm to my pleasuring touch.

My eyes closed as Tyler popped in my head. Thinking about his shirtless body, his tatted arms and chest, his perfect abs. Oh my God! Colorful artwork come together to complete the sleeves on both arms accentuating his muscles. His sleeves came into his pecs joining the huge owl tattoo across his chest. Unfortunately, his chest hair only grows in patches so he usually keeps it shaved. A huge skull with bat wings completed his tattoos on his upper back.

His abs were well defined and solid, he always let his escort istanbul pant waist drop on his hips, allowing me to see the perfect ‘V’ that formed along his hip bone and disappeared into his trousers. I imagined running my finger along his abs and down his happy trail that remained trimmed that led to his 8.5inch cock.

As I got closer and closer, my moans grew louder. I was interrupted when I heard the bathroom door creek. “Wow, Katie! What have we here?” Tyler walked in with a glass of wine. I was red in the face, caught with my hands between my legs.

“I just thought you could use a glass of wine to help you relax but looks like you need something more than just wine.” He winked as he sat on the rim of the tub. His arms now on either side of me gripping the edges of the tub to support himself as he leaned in to kiss me.

“What got you so hot and bothered?” He asks.

I grab the phone, finding the story and showing it to him. He reads the a little bit before kissing me again.

He pulled away just slightly, his face were inches away from mine, “Wash off and join me in your bedroom.” He said seductively then bit my lower lip. He walked away while he sipped the wine he brought me and read the screen of the phone.

I immediately washed off and toweled off before heading into the bedroom. I crawled up onto the bed, crawling over his body, he still wore his boxers.

“Is this what you want me do to you?” He said softly and low.

I smiled embarrassed as I nodded.

“Are you sure you can handle it that rough?”

“I’d like to think so!”

“You know I would never hit you in the face though, so no slapping but everything else I think I can make happen for you. I’ll just smack that ass enough to make up for it.” He smirked as his hand reached between my legs.

“Wow, you’re so wet!” He smiled as he got off the bed walking across the room to my dresser where I now kept my sex stuff.

“Get off the bed, get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.” He commanded.

“Yes, Sir!” I got off the bed and did what I was told.

“Today, I’m your master, not your sir, get it right!”

“Yes master!” I smiled, I loved how into it he always got. Getting in front of him, kneeling, sexual tension building.

He pulled out my cotton rope from the drawer, he walked behind me and knelt to bind my hands together with the rope. “Is that too tight?” He asked.

“No, it’s perfect.”

“Ok, now snap your fingers.”

“Huh?” I was confused.

“You’re going to have my dick down your throat and your hands are tied so you can’t tap my thigh like you do, so you’d need to snap repeatedly if you need me to stop.” He explained.

“Ok!” I smiled at him and snapped my fingers. I just loved how caring and thoughtful he was even when we were about to do something like that.

After my hands were bound, he hand moved to my ass, caressing it then his hand lifted and came down, smacking my ass cheek hard. He repeated this a few times then walked around in front of me, undid his jeans and slid them off, his erect cock popped out at me.

He started stroking himself inches away from my face, “You want this cock?” He looked down at me, “You want to feel this slide down your throat?”

I nodded, all he was doing was teasing, I just wanted his cock already.

He let out a low chuckle, “I’m going to make you choke on this cock, is that what you want?” His voice low and steady. “You’re my cock sucking slut aren’t you?”

I nodded again.

“I can’t hear you!” He said loudly.

“Yes Master, I want you to fuck my face with your big dick!”

“Good girl!” He slapped his rock hard cock against my cheek a few times before releasing the base, grabbing a fist full of my hair in his hand and pulling me down onto his shaft. Wasting no more time, he immediately started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth building his speed.

He pulled me down on his entire length and held my head down, his other hand now on the back of my head as well. After a few seconds, he started rocking his hips back and forth again, thrusting deep, making me gag on him. He then held me down on it again, longer this time. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat, my eyes watered. I gasped for air as he pulled his saliva covered cock out of my mouth but only for a brief second before he rammed it into my mouth again, using my face as a pussy.

He continued to slide in and out of my mouth for a bit then pulled out again, this time he looked down at me, “You need some pleasure too, don’t you, my pet.” He then pulled my rabbit vibrator out from the drawer.

“Spread those knees apart for me!” He commanded. He knelt as he turned the vibrator on.

“Let’s see how wet that pussy is for me.” He said as he reached a hand to my wet warm pussy.

“Oh God! You love sucking that cock don’t you? This pussy is dripping wet baby!”

I moaned as I felt his touch, my pussy was screaming for attention. His rough face fucking had turned me on so much!

He brought the vibrator to my clit, teasing me at first. He then slowly slipped the vibrator into me. I gasped as it filled my pussy and my clit being stimulated at the same time. He held it in place, “Close your legs!” He ordered, “Tightly! As he got back on his feet.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are inspired by the reverie of the author and thus bear no resemblance to an actual historical figure.

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It is the Iron Age (c. 1200—c. 900 BCE). Society as we know today was just born. Tribes throughout the world had finally settled down and small principalities had emerged every where. These chieftains were in constant mutual wars and internal troubles. But life was existing.

While the world was still understanding the benefits of farming and governance, in India doctors had performed the world’s first brain surgery. The small kingdom of Puruvardhana was going to be the most powerful the world had ever seen at that point of time. The Indian society was governed by Hinduism. A dense but awe inspiring web of values. It projected a way of life. It gave life a purpose. It asked fundamental and spiritual questions about human existence and happiness. In the kingdom of Puruvardhana lay the future. If it thrives it can alter the course of history and scientific discovery. But not everything goes the right way.

King Paru rules Hastinapura, the capital of Puruvardhana. A dignified general in the erstwhile Bharata dynasty’s army, Paru had made his name as a fierce warrior. He was an ambitious man, known among his compatriots as Sher Paru after he saved a woman from a Leopard by using his bare hands. That day changed his destiny. The woman he saved was the daughter of the King of the Bharata empire. The king asked, “Ask what you want and I’ll make sure its yours!”

Paru asked the hand of his daughter Radha. The king was angry but inspired by his confidence. He saw ambition in his eyes. He allowed him to marry his daughter.

They were wed pompously in a grand wedding ceremony. He became the general in the army. And within years was promoted to the post of Pradhan Mantri, the Prime Minister. After the king died Puru succeeded him and coronated the clan of Puruvardhana. Under Puru this small principality of Hastinapura grew into a massive empire stretching from the Himalayas to the Deccan plains and from Karakoram to the eastern Garo hills known for its rainfall.

The empire was stable and functioned as a republic. Although the King was the highest position but the ministers as a body kept a check on his powers. No law could be passed without the approval of a majority of the ministers. Further down these ministers were elected by local bodies of Sabha and Samiti which were two independent houses. Within decades the empire grew prosperous and people had a successful life, of sorts. There was poverty at some areas and corruption among the ministers but all in all society wasn’t rotting away, rather it was progressing.

King Paru fought four wars, and won all of them. At last, reaching 50 he knew his time was up. He had 2 sons. Either of them could be successful by themselves. They were trained and well educated. They were the most desirable princes in all of the subcontinent. Paru nominated his elder son Manu as his heir. The Councils and the ministers supported him in this venture. So it was decided, Manu was to be the new king of Puruvardhana.

Manu was well renowned for his bravery and intellect. He was a shy kid, didn’t talk much but whenever he did everyone listened. He carried a heavy aura of dignity wherever he went. Once a neighboring warrior tribe threatened the borders of the empire. King Puru sent Manu to deal with them. Manu made sure that his enemies got the right message. When the enemy informer arrived he proclaimed in front of the whole Sabha, “If our great lord, the king of kings, Xinyou breaks the barriers of this palace, he will kill everyone of you. If he manages to hold on to any women they will be taken as slaves and their houses will be burnt to the ground. Your society and polity will vanish from the face of history.”

When the messenger finally concluded and asked Manu for a reply he received only a single word, “If.” Neither Xinyou nor any other enemy ever managed to breach through the borders of Puruvardhana again. The war with Xinyou ended with so much humiliation for the enemy that he and his clan vowed to protect Manu whenever he asked for it.

So it was pretty logical to nominate him as King.

Manu became king after his father’s death in 1150 BCE. He continued in his father’s footsteps. He wanted his people to prosper and to help them he built roads and schools. Although he was kind to all he showed no mercy for those who looted and murdered. One day he was reported of the rising number of dacoities in major highways. He blinded all of the dacoits to set an example to those who wanted to become one in the future.

But the King was a bachelor. His mother Radha had been looking for a bride. She selected 14 from India and abroad. There was one from the Fjords of the West. “Her hair was bright as gold and her eyes shone bright like a gemstone”, the people used to describe her as heavenly. But the King did istanbul escort not like any of them. He even told his mother that he did not need a wife. When she failed to persuade him for months, she ordered the audience of the Pandits. These Pandits who had mastered the Vedas and were all knowing creatures, with every word they uttered was regarded as holy. They together looked at the Hindu calendar and tried to explain the cause of Manu’s denial to marry. They were shocked to know the cause. The King was born on an inauspicious day. To break the curse someone related by blood will have to marry him otherwise he will remain heirless. Radha was in deep confusion. Manu had no sisters related to him by blood. He asked his advisors for answers but no one had any. The Pandits were recalled to solve the anomaly. This time they had come with a solution. “You’ll have to marry Manu, my Queen.” This was their reply. Radha was angry and confused at the same time, “But I’m his mother. The Gods would be angry if I committed this sin.”

“But this is the only way out. The Gods wouldn’t mind if it was consensual. Many of the Gods themselves have married their maithers and even have children with them. So the Gods might even be happy and bless this communion.”

The Queen needed time. This didn’t make any sense to her. How could a mother marry his own son? There must be another choice. She locked herself up in her room for a week, thinking. Finally she decided the more important choice was to marry his son. He wouldn’t have an heir without a wife. She didn’t want the kingdom to be taken over by some bigot. As it is the empire had started to face a lot of external aggression. “I shall do it!” Said the Queen.

But this was just the beginning. Incest marriages between blood relatives was illegal in the empire. The Queen Mother Radha had to get a consensus for a new law to be framed which would legalize incestous relationship between blood members. But the King wouldn’t accept it any case, it had to look like as if the people want this and the only way to prove that would be to convince either of the two chambers, i.e. Sabha or Samiti.

The Queen summoned 18 of the most charismatic and influential men and women of the chambers. She warned them that a huge bad omen was about to fall on the empire. The Pandits, her allies, supported this claim stating that if incest stayed illegal then it would upset the Gods, chiefly the eldest of all the Gods who himself had married his daughter. It’s fascinating what fear can do in the face of danger. All 18 of the individuals accepted to convince the Chambers to pass a law which would legalize incest.

With this sorted there was only a single hurdle left; the King himself. If he refuses to give his royal signature, the law is killed. Radha had plans for this too. ‘It is getting dark’, she said to herself as she watched the sinking sun, her eyes glistening with passion.

Night fell upon the earth dwellers soon enough. The Queen Mother Radha had asked for an audience with the King. “It is urgent”, she said to his chief courtier. She was nervous her mind was drifting towards and away to many topics and outcomes that this proposal might bring. She had never talked to her son about any topic even remotly connected to the one she was going to now.

The doors swung open and she saw her son sitting on a chair beside his bed. It was after all his private time.

” You asked to see me mother.”

“Ahh yes. There has been a report which has come to me related to a new trend which has emerged in society. Marriage among blood relatives.” Manu was uneasy and he was about to dismiss the whole idea as nonsense but Radha hadn’t finished, ” I know, it sounds ridiculous. It did to me as well in the beginning but there is a huge cause behind it. Yesterday I summoned the Pandits and they pointed out that the position of the planets had aligned in such a way that if we failed to help this cause our rule will come to a catastrophic halt. A situation like this is very rare, it comes every 4000 years. The last time it had come was when the Gods walked this earth.

The Vedas talk about Gods being compelled to marry their blood relatives in order to survive and defeat the Rakshas(Demons). And such a time has befallen us as well. The proof is their in the society itself. If we fail now we lose this position we hold and take for granted. There is a reason why you didn’t accept any of the brides I chose for you. This is a message Manu, from the Gods. We must act and we must act now.” She thought she had put her case very elegantly. She was now a little more confident but she did not see an answer in the King’s face. He had an unpredictable personality which separated him from everyone else. It made him difficult to tackle and defeat. But why would this act save him and humanity and what relation did it have with his marriage?

“Mother I understand all what you said but there has to be another option. Also there istanbul escort bayan is another problem. Which blood relative would I marry to save my throne. All my sisters and aunts are married.” Radha saw that her son had understood the underlying cause; his marriage.

” You will have to marry me son, your mother. You have no other choice but to make me your wife.”

” What! No way mother. I cannot do that, it is a sin. The unholiest of them all. Even if I do marry you how does that guarantee us offsprings. It would be very awkward if it happened. I don’t think I shall let this happen. It is alright if I lose my throne. Someone deserving will succeed me. After all you always said to me that a King is the reflection of the people he leads. I know the people of my kingdom are good and I trust them in electing someone better than me to govern them.”

” If that is what you’ve decided than I shall not contradict you any further. But think, what if this calamity brings destruction to not just us but the people of this kingdom as well. Will you manage to take responsibility for the lives that might be destroyed if the Gods punish the people and their reflection, you. I had not come to convince you for anything, you have enough wisdom to make the best choices yourself. But think tonight what these actions might turn into in the future, a future which may not even exist for that matter.”

With this the Queen finished her naration and got up. She had given all that she could to convince him to accept. But the final decision lay on his hand.

Now she planned to coerce those 18 individuals to convey a strong message in favor of the argument to the King tomorrow. ‘He’ll accept. He has to!’ The queen thought to herself and went to bed. She had sown the seed of fear in his mind. Fear always makes us think twice before taking any action however obvious it may seem. It is that feeling of uncertainty that ripples the thought process.

The King lay on his bed, shifting side to side, thinking about the issue, blinking not even once as he stared at the wall. He thought of his mother. But this time in a sexual way.

His mom was only eighteen years older than him but she was slim and toned. She did not have an ounce of fat in her body. She could and at times did easily pass as his sister. He would love to have a wife like her but have her as a wife would be a different situation altogether. He knew that she could still bear children as she was still young enough. How would the society react though? He knows that he truly has no other choice than to marry his mom. He imagined his Suhagrat with her.

How blissful it would feel to make love to her. He had thought sexually of her but only rarely. Now if he accepts he could have his mother as his wife. He remembered the first time he had sex. It was with a maiden. He still remembers how shocked and excited she became when she saw his size. It was impressive. Now he could be a father or brother whatever one may call to his children. He knew that if he marries his mother lust might consume his daily reverie and might even affect his governance but he was ready to make that sacrifice.

The Queen Mother Radha had a toned milky physique. Her face glowed and her hazel eyes continued to mesmerize all the men in the kingdom. Everyone dreamt of taking her to bed but nobody could. At the time of her marriage she was regarded as the daughter of the Gods.

Her heavenly beauty was matched by no one else in the kingdom. Her dark hair when untangled reached her knees. She truly represented an angel dropped straight from heaven. Her skin was white as milk and even after being 37 years old there wasn’t even a single sign of aging in her body. Her beauty matched only by her wit and her wit only matched by her devotion to his son. No one could separate the two. As a child she had always protected him from harm and as he grew older she had trained him on politics and warfare and had warned him of the whims of the ministers. It was due to her efforts that Manu had grown into such a man, almost a God to many.

And now Manu was to marry his own mother and have children with her in order to save his dynasty. He was hesitant but knew that if his mother had to come herself to inform her then it must be very important. Manu for the first time that night masturbated thinking of his mother and how soon he could be her husband and protector and a father to their children. It all seemed too childish to him but his devotion and now lust towards his mother was far superior than the silliness of the proposal. He was ready.

He will marry his mother in order to safeguard his kingdom and they will bear a child together. But for now it was a long way forward and he had just taken the first step forward. That night he did not require a concubine to please him, his thoughts were enough.

The next day King Manu decided to go ahead with the proposal and the ministers created awareness escort istanbul about this scheme and its benefits. Each minister was instructed to let the people reply to the King themselves.

The King set a week long period to hear debates against the proposals and he was suprised to see that only a few spoke against the bills. The Queen Mother Radha grinned slightly as she saw it all unfold. Her 18 jewels had done the job well. Finally her kingdom would remain intact. The questioning period passed and both the houses of all the states accepted the proposal and the King gave his blessing. Now was the time for the Royal marriage to be announced. It was heartening for the King to see that thousands in his kingdom were able to marry people whom they truly loved. Finally barriers of the society were broken. He was excited for his own marriage now. He could not wait to have sex with his soon to be mother/wife. But he was unaware of a conspiracy growing right behind his back. His younger brother was hatching a plan to take the throne for himself. The marriage festivities could soon be spoiled if he succeeds.

The evening sky was bright. It was as if humans wanted to change the law of nature. Thousands of candles were lit. It looked as bright as day. The people of the country were happy that finally their King is marrying. His marriage would serve as an example to those who too were planning an incestuous marriage. The festivities were in full roll as night came close. The King waited for his bride to arrive. Everyone was happy and the King wanted the people to celebrate with him so he had opened the gates of his palace for the commoners. They were in constant awe when they saw the celebration decorations. Gold was all around them and it shone brightly when light struck it. There was no dark corner in the palace. Soon everyone became quiet. The Queen was about to arrive. She sat on top of an elephant dressed in a red and gold lehnga. She looked like a goddess herself. The people threw flowers at her as she passed them.

The marriage ceremony lasted for 2 hours until Manu tied the sacred necklace; the mangalsutra around her neck. They were then announced husband and wife. Radha touched his husband’s feet to receive his blessing which he gave. The festivities stretched for another 3 hours. It was midnight when they were finally left alone. ” Eh Manu finally you’re married. Just don’t be too rough on your wife though”, his friends joked.

Manu sat on his honeymoon bed for his first night as a husband. Radha arrived soon with a glass of milk which he gulped down in excitement. “Now I have the energy, give me the prize!”

She laughed looking at his childness.

“Manu now you’re my husband. I know I’m you’re mother but now I wear your mangalsutra in my neck and put sindoor on my forehead as a sign of my devotion to you. I will fulfill my duty as a wife and now we are no longer mother and son so you shall call me by my name. Now as you wanted, you can have me husband, whenever you like, however you like.”

He made her sit down on his lap. He then kissed her passionately on her lips. He tread slowly kissing her cheek in between and then slowly she opened her mouth for his tongue to devour.

Manu started to kiss her more aggressively. His hand guided her head according to his wishes and she complied to all his wishes submissively. He looked at his mother’s eyes. They were a hazel grey and for the first time he saw submission in her as she lowered them. She had set that mindset that she was his wife all in all and staring at his husband’s eyes would be an act of defiance. But Manu lifted her chin and started to kiss her again.

This time she too was passionate and both of their heads moved in constant approval to each other. Manu to prove his dominance bit her lower lip. “Hmff”, she exclaimed with pain. He had cut her lip slightly and it was bleeding. Watching this Manu again kissed her shifting his saliva to her mouth which she accepted without hesitation.

He then got up and said, “Get on the bed and let me have some more milk.” She understood what he meant. He then stripped himself and lay down. She did the same.

Manu made Radha sit on top of him. Her curvy milky body had fat at the right places, her butt and tits. She had a slim waist, noticed Manu as he stroked his hand around her waist. Then he started to suck her boobs like a little baby. He sucked them passionately. Radha moaned quietly as he bit her nipple. She started to bite her lips and caressed his head with her hands. She knew of his fondness for breasts. He would suckle it for long periods even when he was a baby.

After a while she climbed down and kissed his uncut penis. Her massive nose ring looked really sexy to Manu as she sucked his dick with enthusiasm. She slurped and gagged on his penis. She had never sucked such a long dick before in her life and Manu was twice the size of his father with a humungous 9 inch monster.

She felt lucky to have such a well hung husband. Manu tied her head into a ponytale and rough fucked her face until her face grew red and she couldn’t go furthur. Half an hour of rough face fucking had exhausted her and she was gasping for breath by the end of it. But Manu was just getting started.

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