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As promised, here is mom’s story. I just read it for the first time. You can imagine what I did after reading it. Rick

Hi. I’m Liz, Rick’s mother, from the Teaching Mom series. In the last chapter, I had left a note under my panties that I had a story to tell. I had Rick sign on to his account so I could use it. I wanted to maintain continuity with his other stories since this one is related. He wanted to stay but I shooed him out of the room. He’ll get to read it when you do. I also took off my panties, handed them to him, and told him to “make a contribution to the cause.” (Can’t wait to get them back.) So, right now I’m sitting here in my robe with nothing on underneath. I put a towel on the chair because I know I’m going to drip. In fact, I can feel it starting. My lips are already wet.

On that last day when we made love for the first time, I had phoned Rick and told him I bought something special – a pair of see through panties. You see, that morning I had determined that I wanted us to fuck. I wanted to feel his cum in me for the first time. I hadn’t felt a man spurt in me in 20 years. And there wasn’t that much to it. Like I said earlier, with his father, it was stick it in, thrust once or twice, ejaculate, pull out, roll over, go to sleep. Now I was going to feel the loving deep thrusts and hard spurts of a man who truly loved me, desired me, and cared deeply about my pleasure. I knew when I felt him cum, I would cum too. That morning I masturbated as I thought about what was to come … or rather cum.

I wanted to dress extra special for him. I wanted to be as sexy as possible. I wanted him to want me so bad he couldn’t stand it. So off to the lingerie store I went. I found a little boutique shop called “Next To The Best Thing.” I didn’t know if that strange name had any hidden meaning or not. Turns out it does. Guess I was just a little naive. I’m not going to give away the meaning. If you figure it out, leave a comment, email me (that is Rick, who knew what it meant immediately. The smart ass).

I walked in the store and started looking around, not sure of exactly what I was looking for. The clerk came over. She extended her hand. “Hi I’m Laura, the owner,” she said. “What can I help you find?”

I shook her hand and said, “Hi Laura. I’m Liz. I’m looking for something real sexy.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Not only is everything I have sexy, it’s designed to arouse not just your partner, but you too. Y’know they say that sexy lingerie is designed primarily to turn on the male. But I’ll tell you, when I wear sexy panties and a sexy bra, it turns me on too. And if there’s no man around, I like to wear it just for me and as an aid to … well you know.”

Did she just admit to me, a total stranger, that she masturbated? I shouldn’t have been that surprised. My sexual awakening showed me that most women pleasure themselves. I’ll bet even the

pastor’s wife enjoyed a self-induced orgasm. I made a promise to myself to find out. Maybe we could masturbate together. Oh my, did I just say that? Did I just admit that I’d like to masturbate with another woman? I did and the idea intrigued me. For the first time I realized that I wanted to see another woman’s pussy in person, not just a picture. I shuddered to think I might have lesbian tendencies. I dismissed that thought when I remembered some things I had read about girl/girl sex. A lot of women were ‘bi-curious’, that is they wanted to have sexual contact with another female, but were still committed to sex with men. I tucked the thought away for a while. It was going to come back … big time. More on that later.

She added, “We even have granny panties that are sexy.”

I wondered how that was possible, but didn’t ask. “I want something that will send my man’s arousal through the roof.”

“See through Tüyap Escort panties is what you’re looking for. They’ll do that even if your man has seen you without panties. There’s just something about seeing a woman’s pussy in transparent panties that

drives a man wild. I’ll show you.”

She selected a pair of pale blue see through panties from the rack and walked behind the counter. She was doing something under the counter I couldn’t see. Then, she brought up an object that turned out to be a mannequin of a woman’s lower half. The panties were on it. I could see the perfect form of a woman’s shaved vulva through the material.

“Touch it,” she said. I did. It was as soft as mine. I could feel every contour of the lips through the panties. I said, “This will drive him crazy.”

“That’s what they’re designed to do,” she said smiling widely. “He can see you, he can feel you

and the panties both. And when he presses the material between your lips, it’ll send you both into orbit … provided you’re shaved or waxed. There’s nothing that diminishes a luscious sexual experience with panties like a mat of hair.”

“My lips are completely bare.” I couldn’t believe I was sharing such intimate details with a woman I had just met. But it felt so natural. “Wrap ’em up,” I said.

“Excellent,” she said. I could see a wry knowing smile on her face as she rung them up and placed them in a bag. I was a little embarrassed by the fact that she knew exactly what was going to be happening with these panties. “By the way, your man, is he a new flame, or an old flame?”

“I’ve known him for over 40 years, but in a way this is a new flame.”

“You’ve known this guy for 40 plus years and you’re just now getting sexually involved?”

“Yes.”

“what kind of relationship did you have with him before? If you don’t mind my asking.”

A moment of truth was staring me in the face. Was I going to evade the answer, or come right out and admit it, admit to a total stranger that I was having sex with my son. Yet, at the same time I felt comfortable with her. After all, we both shared a little bit of our personal sexual sides. I decided to go for it. She would either be totally repulsed or politely ignore me. I wasn’t prepared for what happened.

I handed her my credit card and said, “The man is my son.”

She stopped in mid swipe. With a sudden intake of breath she put her hand to her mouth. Then I saw a single tear roll down her cheek. She came out from behind the counter and threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. I was confused, but I hugged her back. I wasn’t expecting this reaction. Nor was I expecting the next thing she said to me.

“Oh Liz, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“For what Laura? I just admitted to you that I’m having a sexual relationship with my son.”

“I was beginning to think I was perverted. You see, I’m having sexual thoughts about my son. And I’m in so much turmoil over it. I get so aroused when I’m with him or think of him. I masturbate to him, imagining us doing all kinds of things to each other. When I cum, I call out his name. Then I feel so guilty about it. I shouldn’t be having

thoughts like this, but I can’t help it. And then you come in here, a normal, healthy, attractive woman, a mother and a grandmother I presume. And calmly admit to having intercourse with your son. When you said that, the weight of guilt just flew off me. I’m so grateful to you. You can’t imagine how relieved I feel.”

I didn’t tell her that we hadn’t had intercourse yet. It might have lessened her relief. The fact was I had decided that that night was going to be our first time. I was going to take my son’s penis into my body. I was going to cum with his beautiful cock in me. And he was going to cum in my cunt. Just the thought Escort Tüyap was making my panties wet.

We hugged again. “You’re welcome Laura. Where do you go from here?”

“I’m not sure. But at least I can fully enjoy masturbating to him. And instead of feeling guilty, I can revel in the orgasmic after glow. I don’t know if it will ever graduate to sex or not. But for the time being I’ll be happy with what I have.”

“Do you want it to graduate to complete sex?” I asked. She looked at me intently and said quietly, “Yes. I want to feel his hard cock in me, thrusting in and out till we climax together. You have no idea how much I want to feel his cum spurting in me. I find it hard to believe that I’m telling you this. But you’re probably the only woman, the only mother in a hundred miles that understands.”

“Honey, I do understand. I understand completely.”

“Have you got a few minutes to talk?”

“Sure I do.”

“Let’s go into my office where we can sit and relax.”

She walked to the front door and locked it. Then hung a sign that said, ‘Back in 1 hr.’

We walked into her office where there was a desk, a recliner and a couch. There was also a treadmill. I thought that was a strange item for an office. Maybe she used it for exercise.

“Do you exercise in here?” I asked.

“No, that treadmill has a very special purpose. I’ll tell you about later.”

We sat on the couch an talked for an hour. We talked about families, husbands, careers, where we grew up, how we grew up, just everything. I found out she was 51 years old, her son’s name was Steven, and he’s 24. She showed me a picture, very good looking young man. She and her husband have been divorced for 10 years. We exchanged phone numbers and addresses. We laughed and cut up the way girlfriends do. The subject of sex came up again. Turned out her ex was as much a dud in bed as mine was. But she had an advantage. She wasn’t saddled with the ridiculous religious proscription against masturbation that I was.

By the time the hour was up I felt very close to Laura and she to me as well. During our

conversation we repeatedly touched each other in reassuring and comforting ways. I felt like we had a real woman to woman sisterhood going on. And we were fellow travelers on an exciting

sexual journey. I think that brought us closer together than anything.

Finally I told her, “Laura, you can’t imagine how much I’ve enjoyed our time together. We must get together often and share where we are.”

“Oh Liz, I agree. Let’s do. And I can’t thank you enough again.”

“You’re welcome, girl.” I decided I needed to share our story with her. After all, since we were on this journey, nothing needed to be held back.

“I assume you have a computer at home connected to the internet,” I said as we walked out of her office back to the counter.

“Sure.”

“Have you ever heard of .com.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“It’s an erotic story site. My son Rick has written our story and posted it on the site. Go there and look for member chefgiovanni. The story is called ‘Teaching Mom about Orgasm.’ It’s in 6 chapters. It’s all about how he revived me sexually. I hope you like it.”

“Wow, I can only imagine. I’ll do it as soon as I get home. I can’t wait.”

“And please call me after you’ve read it. I want to hear your reaction.” Laura handed my package to me along with my credit card and said, “Those panties are on the house. I hope they bring both of you an ocean of pleasure.”

“Why thank you. That’s very sweet.” We hugged again and said our good byes. As I was walking out of the store, I said “Don’t forget to call.”

“I won’t. Oh by the way. If your son’s name is Rick, why does he go by chefgiovanni?”

I turned around. “His real name Tüyap Escort Bayan is John Richard, but everybody calls him Rick. Giovanni is

Italian for John, and he is a very accomplished chef specializing in Italian cuisine. That’s how he came up with the name. His food keeps my tummy happy and his cock keeps my pussy

even happier.”

We laughed and I think she blushed a little. I turned and walked out the door. I couldn’t wait

for her phone call. That night I wore my panties for Rick. As you read in chapter 5, we made love for the first time. It was glorious feeling his cock in me. And when he came in me. I can’t begin to describe the pleasure. As we were lying there after our orgasms, I couldn’t but think of Laura and what she was doing while reading the story. I hoped she was reading about us fucking just as we were doing it. I was anxious for her call. It came early the next day.

“Oh Liz!” she said excitedly. “That story was so hot. Did all those things really happen to you? Please say they did.”

“Everything you read is true.”

“Thank goodness! You won’t believe what I’ve been doing.”

“Let me guess. You’ve been touching yourself.”

“Yes, and I’ve been imagining Steven and I doing all the things you and Rick did. I though of him sniffing and cumming in my panties. I pictured him standing in front of me with his cock in his hand masturbating and cumming all over my pussy. I pictured my hand wrapped around his gorgeous cock, rubbing it all over my lips and clit till he

came all over me. And I came rubbing his semen on my clit. I imagined that I had his cock in my hand and was slipping it into my cunt. He thrust in and out of me till he couldn’t hold it any more and he exploded, spurting a river of cum into me. I climaxed as soon as I felt it.”

Listening to her got me aroused, I put my hand in my panties and started touching my pussy. “Laura, listening to you has got me so hot! I’m masturbating!

“Really, Liz? So am I. I’ve got my finger between my lips and I’m touching my clit. I’m so close to cumming.”

“I am too Laura. I’m almost there.”

“Liz, let’s cum together!”

I felt the orgasm overtake me. “LAURA, BABY, I’M CUMMING. I’M CUUUUUUUMMMMMMING!” I screamed.

“LIZ, I AM TOO, HONEY!” I heard her moan loudly several times as her own orgasm washed over her.

We could hear each other breathing heavily. Finally I said, “That was so good girlfriend.”

“It certainly was. I’ve never masturbated with someone before.”

“Me either, except for Rick.” There was a pronounced pregnant silence. Both of us seemed to be sidestepping the fact that here we were, two grown women, and we masturbated with each other.

“Does it bother you, Liz?” she finally asked. I knew what she meant.

“Not in the least. I think only a woman can fully understand another woman’s orgasm. Whether it’s through masturbation or intercourse. Because only another woman can appreciate that soul stirring pleasure. It’s a level of intimacy that’s different.”

“I wholeheartedly agree. Where do you think we go from here?”

“We’ll talk about you and I later. Right now I think we need to get you and Steven to the next level.”

“How? I’ve got these feelings for him but I’m sure he doesn’t have the same feelings for me.”

“When a boy starts puberty, his first sexual thoughts are for his mother. He never truly loses those feelings. But when he realizes his mother is off limits, he transfers his sexual thoughts to other girls. But mom is always there. Those thoughts just need to be awakened.”

“How?”

“When you get to work, you’ll see the answer all around you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Call me when you get there. Trust me, you’ll figure it out as soon as you walk in the store.”

“I will?”

“You will. Now get to work, girlfriend.”

“Ok. Bye doll.”

“Bye, baby.”

I hung up the phone and smiled. She’ll figure it out, I’m sure. She’ll take one look at those panties in the store and the lights will go off like Fourth of July fireworks.

To be continued

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Historians tell us that the ancient Incas believed their kings to be so sacred that they could not mate with mere mortals. Instead, the Incan kings were required by law to marry their sisters. How the kings felt about this arrangement, we’ll never know. State-sanctioned incest, however, would have made me a very happy citizen indeed.

Ten years ago, when I was 18, my family inherited the task of organizing a Culpepper family reunion. This was a bi-annual event and responsibility for it rotated among the various branches of the Culpeppers.

“I’m tired of returning to all these damn small towns,” my dad bellowed as we sat around the dinner table one night, trying to figure out how to orchestrate the reunion. “Let’s have it somewhere special – – somewhere my damned cousin Bill can’t afford to travel!”

We all laughed. Bill was the great family thorn in my dad’s side. Then, my older brother, Sam, proposed a radical and most excellent idea. Why not hold the reunion at a beach resort? Soon, we were in constant phone, mail, and email contact with a big resort on an island off the Gulf coast of Texas. A month later, we all flew down and settled into our 3 bedroom, deluxe suite, with access to the private pool on the resort’s rooftop.

Over the next day, the rest of our family – – all 42 members, including cousin Bill – – trickled into the resort. That night, my immediate family gathered in the resort lobby to await the arrival of the family matriarch – – my grandmother, Sally June.

A word about grandma. She had left her family’s tiny farm in Ohio to make it big in Hollywood sometime in the 1950s. She ended up as a showgirl in Las Vegas where she met her first husband, a big-time aviation executive. By the time she had found her third husband, she was living in a tony Chicago suburb. Her showgirl body had charmed her string of husbands but it was her sparkling, outgoing personality that always closed the deal. Now in her late 50s, her personality had only grown sharper and more vivid; her body had grown lusher but thanks to modern science she still retained her generous curves and shapely lines.

All of us breathed a sigh of relief when the resort doors whooshed open and in strode Grandma Sally June. She looked fantastic. Somewhere a little over 5 feet tall, her dark hair cut close and stylishly, her abundant breasts, slender waist, and generous hips all balanced on full, shapely legs and a pair of high-heeled sandals. We surrounded her, bathing in her gleaming smile and laughter. She bestowed kisses on all of us.

“Oh my lord,” she gushed as she grabbed my hand and leaned in to peck my check. “Look at how big and tall Jimmy is getting!”

Her hand squeezed mine, her lips brushed against my cheek, and I practically suffocated in the cloud of perfume she emanated.

“Thanks, granny,” I said, grinning. “You look great!”

She smiled and squeezed my hand again.

“Well,” she announced to the family gathered around her. “I know who my chaperone will be this week!”

Everyone laughed.

“Come on, Jimmy,” she said, still clutching my hand. “Grab my bags, will you?”

I took her two large suitcases from the resort employee trailing along behind her.

“Hey, mom,” my dad shouted from the edge of the group. “Why don’t you freshen up and meet the rest of us up at the pool. Jimmy will show you how to get there.”

“Great idea,” grandma said. “And, by the way, when will I get to say hello to Cousin Bill?”

The family exploded into laughter, and grandma grabbed my upper arm.

“Wow,” she whispered to me. “Have you been working out?”

I grinned in embarrassment. In fact, I had.

“Take me to my room, chaperone,” she mockingly commanded me as we turned away from the group and made our way to the elevators.

Once the doors closed behind us, grandma let out a sigh.

“I am tuckered,” she said with a bright smile. “That was a long trip.”

We made small talk on the way up to the room. Grandma’s large, sparkling brown eyes captivated me. And the scent of her rich, sweet perfume had me reeling. This was a real woman, not like one of the college girls I was dating. Slyly, I ran my eyes over her body, absorbed by her large, swelling breasts and the smooth bare skin of her shoulders.

“So, Jimmy,” grandma said, flashing a smile. “How many girls are chasing you theses days?”

I blushed. She had caught me staring.

“Jeeez, gran,” I said. “I don’t know. A couple . .maybe.”

She chortled and squeezed my arm. “A couple dozen, you mean.”

The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and with grandma still clutching my arm, I led her to her room. I had the key card already – – so I opened the door and dragged the suitcase inside.

“Wow,” gran said as she surveyed the room. “This is a definite improvement over Wopner Türkali Escort Falls.”

I laughed.

“Put the suitcases over there,” she said, gesturing toward the closet. “I’ll grab my swimsuit and unpack later, after I freshen up. Do you want to wait for me?”

“Sure,” I answered.

Grandma ran her hands through her hair and asked me to pull one of the suitcases onto the bed. She clicked it open and began rifling through it.

“Honey,” she said to me. “Can you get me a coke or something. I’m so parched.”

I consented and headed out into the hall to find the vending machines. When I returned, her room door was slightly open so I entered. She was in the bathroom. I knocked lightly on the door.

“Got your coke, gran,” I said.

“Great,” she answered. “Come on in. I’m decent.”

Inside the bathroom, grandma was fixing her hair in the mirror. I almost gasped. She had changed into a white two-piece bathing suit and slipped on a gauzy, extra long shirt. She wore short-heeled sandals. Gran looked at me in the mirror.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Wow,” I said, my eyes running up and down her body in the mirror.

Her body was a plush, curvy vision of heaven. Her top pushed her tits upward, piling up two snowy mountains divided by a deep canyon of beautiful cleavage. Her belly was soft but not droopy and her thighs were thick but incredibly shapely. I looked down to see her ass cheeks swelling against her bottom, stretching the fabric taut.

“Wow,” I repeated. “You look incredible!”

Gran smiled and her eyes shone.

With her gaze locked on mine, she asked, “Baby, I’m a little sore from the plane trip. Can you give your gran a quick massage. My shoulders are killing me.”

“Sure,” I said, putting the can of coke next to the sink.

Grandma slipped her gauzy overshirt off her shoulders and leaned her head forward. I placed a hand on either side of her neck and began to slowly knead her full, firm flesh.

“Oh yes,” she murmured. “Perfect.”

As I kneaded her shoulders, grandma twisted her head back and forth.

“Hmmmmm,” she said. “There’s nothing like a strong pair of hands to relax you.”

I gulped. The sight of her body and the feel of her smooth, warm skin was working magic on my cock, which was starting to stir inside my baggy surf trunks. Grandma pushed her ass backwards a bit and her nylon clad cheeks pressed lightly against my shorts. I heard her take a deep breath. I almost screamed in agony.

“Okay, baby,” she said suddenly, straightening up and looking at me in the mirror. “That’s great. Thanks so much.”

She turned around and planted a warm lingering kiss on my cheek.

“Now, let’s see what’s happening at the pool. Show me the way!”

Five minutes later, we were surrounded by family members gathered around the rooftop pool. Everyone was gabbing and smiling and joking. Overwhelmed a bit by my bathroom encounter with grandma, I retreated to the edge of the action and found a cold beer. From a shadowy corner of the rooftop, I studied the ocean below and enjoyed the sound of the surf on the distant beach.

Suddenly, I felt a small warm hand pressing against my back. I turned. “I was wondering where you wondered off to,” grandma said in a low voice, grasping one of my hands.

I smiled. “Just relaxing. Sometimes things get a bit crowded.”

She laughed. “Tell me about it,” she whispered. “Especially when Bill and his crowd are in town.”

We both laughed and grandma joined me at the railing. We both took in the sight, sound, and smell of the ocean below, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

“Hey, auntie,” I heard Cousin Bill’s voice ringing out over the crowd. “Come on back. Art is going to do his impersonations of Uncle Cal.”

Grandma sighed. “That’s the signal,” she giggled to me.

“I’d love to hear Art doing Cal,” grandma shouted back. “But I’m all tuckered out after my trip. Gang, I’m going to call it a night.”

Everyone oohed and ahhed, but granny looped her arm in mine and pulled me toward the doors leading off the rooftop.

“Night all!” she said, waving her free hand at the family.

The door closed behind us and we both sighed in relief. When the elevator arrived, granny and I stepped on board and I punched the button for her floor. It was an old and slow elevator. We had passed one floor, when granny turned to me.

“Oh damn,” she said in exasperation. “I haven’t worn this swimsuit in so long it’s gotten a little tight.”

I smiled dumbly.

“Baby,” grandma said, smiling sweetly at me. “Can you just help me adjust it a bit. It’s so uncomfortable.”

She put her hands on her hips and thrust her massive bosom toward me.

“Just see if you can adjust that little strap in front. Can Escort Türkali you?”

I gulped. Her huge tits were straining against the cups of the bikini top and I could see the small bit of fabric that joined the cups together was stretched to the breaking point.

“Sure,” I answered, unbuttoning her beach shirt and raising my hands to her bikini top. “Right here?” I asked as I delicately fingered the strap.

“”That’s it, honey,” she said, flashing a blinding smile at me.

I pulled the strap down a bit.

“Better,” grandma said. “But it’s still biting into my skin. Baby, try pulling the top down just a little.”

As I hesitantly tugged at her bikini top, my right hand brushed against the fabric that covered granny’s left tit. She let out a little gasp and seemed to press her tits forward more.

“You know, honey,” she whispered. “That’s better. But I really think you’re going to have to help me adjust the whole top. Can you pull it down some more.”

Again, I tugged at her top, pulling it down over her massive tits. This time, my hands rubbed against her tits as I struggled with the top. I could feel her big nipples beneath the smooth nylon fabric. Grandma gasped audibly now and pushed her tits against my hands. Meanwhile, my cock was going crazy in my shorts.

I looked into grannny’s eyes. They were big and glowing. She smiled at me and shoved her tits forward. Taking a deep breath, I put a hand flat on each of her huge tits. They were huge and taut against the fabric of her bikini top. I was mesmerized as I began to squeeze her massive mounds of titflesh with my hands. Grandma smiled and then placed her hands on mine – – pressing my hands hard against her tits.

“Ohhhhh, yes, honey,” she cooed. “Harder baby. That feels wonderful.”

I took a deep breath and dug into her bikini top with my fingers in search of her nipples. Grandma groaned and rested her hands on my shoulders. She pushed her tits hard against my probing fingers. I found her big, hard nipples and began squeezing and slowly twisting them. Grandma moaned with pleasure and reached up to squeeze her big tits together, creating two huge mountains of warm smooth flesh.

The elevator slowed and a bell went off. We were too absorbed with each other to notice until the doors began sliding noisily open. Flushed and breathing hard, with my hands still plastered to grannny’s tits, I turned to the open door where an older couple had suddenly materialized. Their faces froze in surprise and then I saw the man’s jaw drop. With an “oh shit,” I dropped my hands from granny’s tits. She was startled for a split second, then without missing a beat, she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the elevator.

“Pardon us,” she said to the couple as she tugged me between them. “My boyfriend and I are just a little eager.”

She giggled. I flushed from my head to my toes. The couple just stood there in shock until the elevator doors started closing. They leaped onto the car just as the doors shut.

“Oh baby,” grandma said to me. “That was just too delightfully funny!”

I laughed.

“Where’s my room?” granny asked.

“Down the hall to the left,” I said, my cock still tingling in my shorts.

Granny looped her arm in mine and we proceeded down the hall. I slid the key card into the room door and held the door open for granny, who swept into the room.

“Come on, honey,” she said to me, putting a hand on her hip and cocking her body toward me provocatively. “We don’t want the whole world to watch. Do we?”

“Hell no!” I said as I shut the door behind me.

Grandma opened her arms and I slid into a warm, tight embrace, pulling her curvaceous body tight against mine. Our lips met and we were soon sucking on each others’ tongues. My cock felt like a telephone pole. And grandma, trying to feed furiously on my tongue was at the same time grinding her crotch energetically against my swollen, aching cock.

Suddenly, I felt two warm, dry hands reaching down the front of my trunks and then surrounding the base of my cock. I groaned and I could feel granny’s lips forming a smile. She pulled her face away from mine.

“Honey,” she panted, her lips parted in a wicked grin. “I can’t believe how big you are.”

I groaned again and leaned back, offering my cock to her eager hands. She stroked me up and down, squeezing hard on the down stroke and twisting her hands on the upstroke.

“So hard for me, baby,” she panted, her massive tits heaving with her deep breathing. “You must really like me.”

I nodded and mumbled yes.

“Hmmmmmm,” she sighed. “Hard young men are so much fun.”

She dropped her hands from my cock and yanked my shorts down, pushing them down over my thighs. My cock sprang free.

“Get on the bed,” she said, Türkali Escort Bayan gently pushing me backward.

I flopped back onto the bed, my cock rising up into the air.

Grandma wiped her brow. “We need to slow down just a little bit. Young guys are always so damned eager.”

She pulled off her gauze shirt. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“No,” I said, choking on my desire.

“Play with yourself,” she said. “I’m going to pour myself a drink.”

I began stroking my cock. My eyes feasted on the curves of granny’s body while she opened up the mini-bar, took out a tiny bottle of liquor, and poured it into a glass. She took a swallow and hummed.

“That’s better,” she said, walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Here, let me help you.”

She took my cock in one hand, finished her drink, and set the glass on the night stand. I arched my hips up from the bed to meet her hand as it jerked me up and down. With her other hand, granny began tracing her fingernails across my groin and my chest. Then, she began flicking my nipples.

“Oh shit, gran,” I wheezed. “I’m so hard I’m gonna cum.”

She smiled. “Wait, baby. Not yet.”

She squeezed the base of my dick hard and stopped playing with my nipples. I stilled my hips and tried to count to ten.

“Better?” she asked.

I nodded yes and granny began stroking me again, this time with both hands.

“Baby,” she murmured. “I haven’t seen a cock this hard in ages. It’s beautiful. Do you want to cum for granny?”

“Yes, yes,” I muttered, reaching out to grab her thigh as she sat next to me.

“Cum for me then,” she whispered as she began to jerk my cock more quickly.

With a groan, I raised my hips. I could feel one of granny’s hands gently squeezing my balls. Her eyes were glued to my dick. It felt like she was milking me and within a few minutes my cock twitched and a huge wave of pleasure rolled over my groin. Moaning deeply, I let loose a tremendous climax, cum shooting out of my dick for what felt like five or ten minutes.

“Oh shit,” I groaned when it was over. “Oh shit.”

Grandma laughed. “Good. Now that that’s out of the way, we can have some real fun.”

She stood up and reached back to undo her bikini top. She let the top drop to the floor and took a huge tit in each hand.

“You like?” she asked me, pushing her tits together.

“I love,” I answered as I began stroking myself.

Granny laughed and pushed her tits up to lick each nipple, first one and then the other. My cock started to rise again. She bent down and her tits dangled in front of my mouth. I reached out and pulled one of her wide nipples between my lips. She groaned and wrapped her hand around the back of my head. I fed on granny’s tits until her nipples were bursting hard.

She stood back up and slowly pushed her bikini bottom down over her hips and then down her legs. Her belly curved gracefully above her trimmed pussy. It was my turn to groan at the thought of my cock buried deep inside that inviting pair of lips. Granny smiled and ran a finger over her pussy. Then, she crawled onto the bed, her titties swinging back and forth, until she was on top of me.

She bent her lips to mine and we kissed. My cock was rock hard yet again. With a murmur, she grasped it and slowly began to sit backward. The feeling of my hard cock sliding slowly between her lips and then deep inside here was indescribable. She must have thought so too – – she moaned deeply with every inch my cock sank further into her hot, wet pussy. Soon, I was in all the way, and granny settled her hips onto my crotch. She began gently grinding her hips against my crotch and I responded by slowly pumping my hips up and down. We were both groaning and moaning. Our pace increased – – and soon, I was bouncing granny’s luscious full body up and down on my cock. Her fleshy body quivered and rippled with every thrust deep inside her and she grunted deeply every time I rammed my cock into her hot, moist pussy.

“That’s . . .the . . . way .. .. baby . . . . faster . .. .baby,” she snorted as I fucked her fast and furiously.

I was so intently focused on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her that I didn’t even touch her big full tits as they swung up and down wildly. Granny planted a hand on either side of my chest and let me do the work of drilling in and out of her.

“Oh . . Jimmy . . .” she moaned. “Oh . .baby . .yesssss .. .baby!”

Her cunt spasmed around my cock and she let out a huge gasp. Then, she froze above me, her head arched upward. I drove my cock all the way into her and shook my hips. I was rewarded with a burst of tingling pleasure as my cock jetted a load inside her. Granny pushed her hips down hard against mine and we came together in a chorus of deep and high-pitched moans.

After two or three minutes, granny collapsed on top of me, her big tits crushed against my chest. We were both panting, trying to catch our breath. I closed my eyes and squeezed one of her big, fleshy ass cheeks in each hand. Gran mumbled something and I kissed her shoulder. Then, I fell asleep.

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Now that Paige knew where her sister was sneaking off to, she began to wonder how she had never suspected anything before. Bree’s excuses were becoming increasingly flimsy. She would tell Paige she had forgotten her bag in the cafeteria, or that she had to return a book to the library, and be gone for hours.

At first Paige hoped Bree would come clean with her… that her trysts with their mother had just recently begun and that any day she would confess everything and ask Paige to join their incestuous romps. It wasn’t long, however, before she realized that just wasn’t going to happen.

She was disappointed initially. Her sister and lover was deceiving her… sneaking away into the arms of another woman. The idea also aroused her profoundly, however.

The first few times Bree sneaked away, Paige resisted the temptation to follow. Try as she might, however, she couldn’t keep her mind off the image of her two sexy family members together, and soon she was going to the visitor’s wing herself. She listened at the door and masturbated furiously at every available opportunity.

Throughout her knowledge of her sister’s affair, Paige didn’t let on that she knew anything. She continued to fuck Bree regularly. The sex, in fact, continued to get better. She loved her sister… she just wished she could be included in their mother’s taboo visits as well.

Paige was in the science lab one evening, finishing up a biology project that was due first thing the next morning. She couldn’t wait to get it over and done with, so she could get back to her sister and have a few strong orgasms before going to sleep.

After leaving the lab, she headed quickly for the dormitories. On her way, she passed the public phones, and paused, an idea suddenly popping into her mind. She looked around anxiously, then went to one of the booths, picking up and dialing her mother’s office.

“Hello, this is Lilian Nixon’s office, Krista speaking.”

“H-hello, Krista! This is Lilian’s daughter… Breanna.” Paige stammered.

“Hi Breanna. Would you like me to put you through to your mother?”

“No! No, that’s ok! I don’t want to bother her at work. Can you just give her a message for me?”

“Sure thing, Hon.”

“Awesome! Can you please just let her know that I’m going to be too busy to see her on her next visit… and I was hoping she could come up tomorrow morning instead. At, say, 10 o’clock?”

“I’ll pass that along, Sweetie. I’m looking at her schedule now and it looks like tomorrow morning shouldn’t be a problem.”

“That’s great! Thanks so much, Krista!”

“No problem, Breanna. Have yourself a nice evening.”

Paige smiled, thinking of the evening with Bree she still had ahead of her. “You too, Krista. Later!” She hung up and stepped out of the booth. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her mind reeled at the possibility of what might happen the next morning. Could she really go through with it? How would her mother react?

She giggled excitedly to herself, and rushed back to the dorms. Putting her plan into action had her body on fire, and she couldn’t wait to get fucked by her sexy big sister.

——-

The next morning, Paige had a free period at 10am. Her stomach did flip flops as she headed toward the visitor’s wing.

“Good morning!” she said cheerfully to the guard at the visitor’s desk. “I’m here to see a visitor for Breanna Nixon?”

The guard looked at her sluggishly, then scanned his clipboard. “Yup.” he grunted. “She’s waitin for ya, room 512. Go on in.”

Paige’s heart hammered in her chest, and she grinned excitedly. “Thanks!” she chirped, before heading past him toward the hall of visitor’s rooms. She got to room 512, took a deep breath, and knocked.

She heard a voice from inside call out to her: “Come in!”

Paige turned the knob, pushing the door open, and stepped into the room. The bedroom seemed empty, and without thinking, she called out: “Mom? Where are you?”

“In the bathroom, Baby. Why don’t you come join me?”

Paige’s cheeks burned, and she slowly walked across the room. The door was Tozkoparan Escort slightly ajar. She took a deep breath and gently pushed it open. When she stepped in, she saw her mother laying naked in a large, foamy bubble bath.

“Paige!” Lilian cried when she saw her daughter. She tried in vain to cover her nudity. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“What’s wrong, Mother? Expecting someone else?” Paige asked, stepping coolly towards the bathtub. She tried to seem casual, but inside, her stomach was doing flips. Paige knelt next to her mother, looking her straight in the eyes, and started to unbutton her blouse.

Lilian’s eyes darted to her youngest daughter’s chest, then back up to her face again. Paige pulled her shirt off, followed quickly by her bra. She leaned over the edge of the tub, letting her naked breasts rest against the cool porcelain.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Mom.” Paige dipped her hand in the water, sliding it between the older woman’s thighs. She cupped Lilian’s pussy and started to stroke it with eager fingers.

‘No… I can’t do this… not with my baby girl too…’ Lilian said to herself, even as her thighs slid open, allowing her daughter greater access to her moistening cunt.

“Paige… I w-want you to stop this im-mediately.” she stammered. Paige smirked and started to rub her mother faster. The older woman groaned, leaning back in the soapy water.

“Does Mommy like the way her little girl is touching her?” Paige asked. Her tone was almost mocking. She was obviously growing more confident in her position of control. Her mother seemed to be melting in her experienced hands.

The girl’s teasing caused Lilian’s eyes to flash with sudden anger, and she grabbed Paige by the arm. She pulled harshly, dragging her surprised daughter over the edge of the tub and into the water with a large splash.

Paige sputtered in astonishment, causing water to cascade over the sides of the bath and onto the floor. Lilian moved swiftly, flipping Paige over until she was kneeling on top of her.

“Listen to me, you naughty little whore. I am still your mother, and I do not tolerate such horrible behavior.” She pinned Paige down with one arm, and reached between the girl’s legs, tearing her drenched panties down around her ankles. She plunged two fingers inside the girl’s pussy, pumping them savagely in her daughter’s steamy channel.

“Shit, Mom!” Paige cried. Her heart still pounded with shock, but her body was immediately responding to her mother’s rough actions. She still wore her skirt, which ballooned around her hips as it filled with bath water.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson, Dear.” Lilian chided. Her fingers continued to piston in and out of Paige’s wet pussy. Her daughter gaped up at her with wide eyes. Her jaw hung open, and she whimpered helplessly as her mom fucked her needy cunt.

Lilian reached over the edge of the tub with her free hand, feeling around for her bag. She found it, and pulled out a large, 14 inch, flesh colored double dildo. “This wasn’t meant for you, Sweetie. But I think it’s just what’s needed at the moment, don’t you?”

Paige didn’t respond, but her eyes bulged as she stared at the massive rubber phallus. Her mother slipped the large dildo under the water. Paige groaned as she felt it pressing against her dripping opening. Lilian shoved it slowly inside her, stretching her pussy walls to their limit.

“Oh my God, Mommyyyyy…” Paige whimpered as she was steadily filled to the hilt. She looked up into Lilian’s face with pleading eyes. She began to tear up, and bit her lip as she fought to take the gigantic monster in it’s entirety.

Lilian reached forward, stroking her daughter’s cheek gently with one hand. “That’s it, Sweetheart. There’s a good girl. Take it all.” She leaned forward, and her lips joined with the younger girl’s. They kissed sweetly, their tongues sliding together inside their open mouths.

As they kissed, Lilian climbed over her side of the double dildo, and began to lower herself on top of it. She sucked in her breath Escort Tozkoparan as it filled her gradually. Paige reached up tentatively and held her mother steady as the woman slowly impaled herself.

“Ok, Dear. I think we’re ready.” she said with a shaky voice.

Paige remained quiet, but nodded her agreement. The two women kissed again, and Lilian began to rock her hips steadily against the giant toy. Her daughter moaned into her lips as she felt her end begin to move inside her.

“I’ve wanted this for… s-so long, Mom…” Paige stammered.

“Oh, Baby… You turn your mommy on so much… I just can’t help myself any longer!” Lilian replied. She started to fuck her hips faster, and the younger girl squealed in response. Water began to splash over the edge of the tub as the two women began to fuck more furiously.

“Oh, shit, Mom!” Paige cried. She was instantly silenced by a passionate kiss from the older woman. They made out hungrily as they pounded their wet bodies together in the soapy water. The dildo slid easily in and out of their gooey pussies, forcing itself deeper with every desperate thrust.

Paige reached around Lilian, grasping her bottom with both hands and pulling her harder into her own needy cunt. They slammed together over and over again, until their gaping pussies devoured the entire phallus and they felt their clits mash together.

Both women threw their heads back, howling with pleasure when their cunts first made contact. Their hips bucked frantically, driving their open cunts together again and again.

As Lilian arced her back, her tits jiggled enticingly in front of her daughter’s flushed face. Paige craned forward, running her tongue eagerly over the wet, fleshy orbs. They were still covered in soap from the bubble bath, but Paige didn’t seem to care. She lapped at her mother’s chest with enthusiasm, covering her chin with the fluffy suds.

Paige clamped her lips tightly around one of the woman’s nipples, sucking it deep into her mouth. Lilian squealed, pushing her chest eagerly into her daughter’s face. She held Paige’s head with one hand, encouraging her not to stop, while supporting herself against the edge of the tub with the other.

By now the bathroom floor was covered in bath water. The tub was barely half full, as most of it’s contents had spilled over the edge already thanks to the two women’s wild fucking. Paige’s skirt still clung to her wet thighs, the fabric now twisted and wrinkled.

Lilian had pulled away from her daughter’s lips, laying back on the other side of the tub. One of her legs hung over the edge, and she was pushing herself hard against her end of the double dildo.

Paige was laying in a similar position. Her legs were tangled in her mother’s, spread wide to allow the rubber cock to thrust deep inside her hungry cunt. Both women were dripping wet, their asses sliding around on the bottom of the tub as they continued to fuck.

“Don’t stop, Mommy! Don’t stop fucking me… I’m getting… getting close!” Paige cried. Her eyes were twisted shut, her head hanging back as she continued to thrust her tired body.

“Cum for your mother, Baby! I’m going to cum too… I’m going to… to… OOOOOOOOOHH!!”

Lilian’s wet body went rigid and she began to convulsed as a powerful orgasm erupted from her mangled cunt. She bucked her hips, pummeling her daughter’s cunt with the double dildo.

“Jesus, FUCK!!” Paige wailed, her own climax exploding from her boiling pussy. The two women writhed together, causing the remaining bath water to slosh around their trembling bodies. Their cunts gripped the thick shaft, coating it with their combined pussy juices.

The churning water eventually began to calm as the two women slowed their manic thrusts. They both sank back into the water, dropping their heads over the edge of the tub.

“Oh my God, Mom… Holy shit!” Paige gasped. She struggled to lift her head, gazing across at her disheveled mother.

Lilian reached between them and winced as she slid the large dildo from their battered pussies. She Tozkoparan Escort Bayan dropped it to the floor with a wet thud.

Paige sat forward, and the two women kissed tenderly, wrapping their arms around one another. They pushed themselves closer, and wrapped their aching thighs around each other’s torsos as they continued to kiss.

“Darling… that was incredible… but we have to keep this between the two of us.” Lilian said in a low voice.

Paige nodded distractedly, then shoved her tongue back in her mother’s mouth. She kissed Lilian with renewed excitement, and began to paw greedily at the older woman’s body. Lilian shivered, returning her daughter’s passion.

The two women started writhing together again, and pushed their hips forward. Their burning pussies melted together as they wrapped their legs around one another. They began thrusting against each other again, this time without the dildo between them.

“Oooooh, Mommy…” Paige groaned. Her mother ran her tongue along the girl’s throat. She sucked at the sensitive flesh, sending shivers through her daughter’s inflamed body.

Paige smacked her pussy harder into Lilian’s, pounding their clits together with increasing desire. Their lips collided again, and they made out ferociously as they fucked.

Lilian eventually leaned back against the tub once more, letting the younger girl climb on top of her. Paige scissored her legs with her mother’s, and slammed her cunt down frantically into the older woman’s. The two women squealed and grunted as they pummeled each other’s cunts. Their pussy juices gushed over each other’s slick lower bodies.

Paige dug her fingers into her mom’s slippery tits. She kneaded the pliant flesh savagely, supporting herself on them as she gyrated her hips.

“Yes!” Lilian cried. “Harder, Baby! That feels so good!” She grabbed Paige by the back of the neck, pulling her down and kissing her passionately. The younger girl whimpered into her mother’s mouth, her body hurdling to another powerful orgasm of her own.

Lilian gripped Paige’s skirt with both hands, pulling her down into every thrust. Their wet pussies slapped together relentlessly. It finally became too much, and Paige tore her lips from her mother’s, screaming desperately as she exploded in ecstasy.

Paige pummeled her climaxing pussy into her mom’s. Lilian lay back in the tub, holding her daughter’s skirt tightly, and tried to help the frantic girl stay perched on top of her. The force of Paige’s fucking drove her mother over the edge with her, and the older woman tossed her head back and wailed with her own intense orgasm.

Pussy juice cascaded over their stomachs as they ground against each other. Their mouths frothed as they hung open, their screams melding together and filling the small washroom.

Paige fell against her mother and buried her face in the older woman’s neck. Lilian slid her hands up her daughter’s back and hugged her tightly as their pleasure began to fade. The room fell silent, and the two naked women lay still in the now cold bath water.

After recovering from the intensity of their sexual encounter, Paige lifted her head again, and looked down into her mother’s eyes. She started to tear up, and broke into a wide grin.

“I love you so much, Mom! Thank you! Thank you so much for this!” She started to cry, and Lilian wrapped her up in her arms and shushed her affectionately.

“I love you too, Sweetheart. This was incredible… I feel so close to you.”

They lay together for several minutes, cuddling as lovers. Paige eventually looked up again, wiping the tears from her face. “Shit… What time is it?” She looked down at her mom and gave an apologetic smile. “I should get going… I have a class at one.”

“Of course, Hon. Let’s get out of this cold water before we freeze!” Lilian replied.

The two women stood, dried off, and got dressed in silence. Paige’s skirt was still soaked, so she did her best to ring it out. She decided she would have to run back to her room in it to change.

Before she left, Paige hugged her mom again, and gave her a tender kiss. “Can we do this again? Please?”

“Certainly, Sweetie. But remember… It’s our secret.”

Paige gave a mischievous smile and pulled away from her mother’s arms. “Don’t worry, Mom… Who would I tell?” She said goodbye and left the room, rushing back to her dorm to change out of her damp clothes.

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Been busy for a while and just got around to finishing this off.

This contains descriptions of pee play, so if that’s not your thing, please be aware.

This describes an adult incestuous relationship, and is a work of fiction. Any similarity with anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I hope you enjoy this and if you do please vote. Constructive feedback always welcome, and who knows, you may even get a reply.

TTC

*****

It was 4 months after my mother and I had buried my father and at 25 years old I felt it was so unfair to be burying him. I loved my dad, and we always got on well with each other. We were as much friends as we were father and son. I’ll miss him but I can’t say that for the only remaining member of my family, which is my mother.

The funeral was a little traumatic with my mother and I having a row and her saying that she didn’t want to see me again. What made it worse was that I was happy with that outcome, but with me the only other member of our family it meant that Mum had sentenced herself to isolation. She only had a couple of real friends and even I never understood why they put up with her. She was opinionated and wouldn’t accept any challenge to her point of view. If anyone dared challenge her she would cut them down with a glare or a word. Where most of us would laugh off a comment that may have been a little ill-chosen, my mother would consider it reason to hold the culprit responsible for the rest of their lives, with no possibility of any apology ever being accepted, and my mother never considering that anything would ever be enough to resolve the issue. The biggest problem with this was she was the most likely to make such a comment and then demand that those around her accept it. Even worse, if they didn’t she would take offence at their lack of understanding and actually hold them responsible.

The other thing with Mum was that even at 47 years old she was extremely attractive and you were drawn in to her by her beauty before you ever got to experience the personality, which is where it often fell apart for those around her.

#

It was a spring evening and I was sitting in the lounge watching a film with a drink. There was a knock on the door. I was surprised and checking the clock as I got up, it was only 7:20pm and I wondered who it was. I opened the door and was somewhat shocked to see my mother standing there. I just stood and was so taken aback that I wasn’t able to speak. Mum suddenly said, “Well don’t just stand there, can I come in? I want to speak to you.”

I came back to the real world and held the door open for her to enter. I followed her into the lounge wondering what she was doing here after what she said at Dad’s funeral. She sat down and waited looking at me. I sat and decided I would wait to hear what she had to say before I spoke. With that decision made I just looked at her and waited for her to say what she came here to say.

She began, “James, I know you probably regret what happened at your father’s funeral but I suppose I didn’t consider the impact of his loss on you. I decided I would let what you said go.”

I was beginning to get slightly annoyed but decided that I would not react for now and wait to find out the real reason for her change of heart, because this kind of acceptance was completely out of character for her. So I simply responded, “What caused you to reach that conclusion?”

Staying very matter of fact, she answered, “I thought that as you and I were the last members of the family you might feel a little isolated.”

“What makes you think that?” I asked.

For the first time my mother’s gaze dropped momentarily and there was a sign of uncertainty before she gathered herself and replied, “I just thought that despite our little disagreement we’re all we have.”

I was now very curious. This was not one little bit like my mother. When she ‘excommunicates’ you there is no coming back from that. I had an idea and wondered whether she was still in touch with Janine and Angela, the only long-term friends she has.

So I asked, “How are Janine and Angela. They keeping well?

Mum’s eyes dropped and she suddenly looked very unsure of herself. She replied quietly, “They’re fine, I guess.”

‘I guess?’ I repeated to myself in my head, wondering what that meant. So I decided to press a little with another question. “When was the last time you saw them both?”

She got her ‘attitude’ back and said, “I haven’t spoken to either of them since the day after the funeral.”

“How come?” I continued to question.

“They both thought that you were right when we had our disagreement at the funeral.”

Then realization hit me. “You told them where to go, didn’t you?”

“I don’t expect my closest friends to not support me. So I told them that if they felt I wasn’t justified in what I said they could leave and not to bother coming back.”

I took a deep breath as the truth of the situation began to emerge fully. I pressed ahead in the knowledge that Topselvi Escort things could go pear-shaped at any moment. But what did I care, it would be no different to her not having turned up at my door. So I asked, “Have you seen anyone socially since then?”

Again, that hint of a lack of confidence from her again, “I’ve been out and spoken to lots of people, had drinks with them and enjoyed myself.”

Pressing again, trying to get to the heart of what has brought her here, “But nobody has visited you and you haven’t visited anyone since seeing Janine and Angela after Dad’s funeral then?”

Mum’s head dropped and it took considerable effort to eventually admit to me, “No.”

It suddenly became very apparent that for the first time in her life she had nobody to bully, argue with, or condescend. She was alone and the ultimate irony for her was that having lived a life saying she didn’t need anyone else, she had managed to manoeuvre herself into exactly the situation she had bragged that she would be happy with.

My mother’s name is Paula; she is curvy with wavy blonde hair. She stands five feet five inches tall and keeps herself in shape. Despite her venomous nature she is an attractive woman. She was dressed in a skirt, that came to just above her knees. Sitting there opposite me the hem had ridden up a little showing her lower thigh. Her blouse showed off her camisole top and with the top 3 buttons undone a little cleavage was on show. She had make-up on and as I had always thought throughout my late teenage years and early twenties she was a desirable woman. Sadly, she was one of those women that every man wishes he had, but who would destroy him if he tried to possess her.

From the time I became sexually active, at 18, and experienced what sex was like, I began to fantasize about having sex with Mum, but I knew it would never be anything other than a fantasy. But suddenly I could see an opportunity to do something that I never would, or if I did I would pay for it for the rest of my life.

I took a deep breath and asked, “So you’ve been completely on your own for the last four months?”

“Yes.” she replied keeping her head lowered.

I laughed, making sure she knew I was laughing at her and said, “Well this is a turn up for the books. All of your life you’ve prided yourself on your strength and independence and here you are alone, no friends and only me left. Why shouldn’t I just kick you out of here and tell you that you’re just reaping what you’ve sown?”

Looking up at me seeming scolded by my laugh she answered, “Because I’m all you’ve got left.”

“I can assure you, you’re not all I have left. I’ve spent the last ten years making a life for myself away from you. Why do you think it is you sitting in my lounge rather than me sitting in yours today looking like it was the end of the world?”

A little more retaliatory she spat, “So you’re going to throw your own mother out then.”

I looked at her, showing my own annoyance and spat back, “No I’m going to think about how much crap I’m prepared to put up with from you and whether it’s worth the grief.”

Mum went to speak and I held up my hand to stop her and said, “I think you should go now. I’ll consider what you’ve said and I’ll call you in a few days’ time.”

After a moment of uncertainty, she got up and followed me out to the front door. As she passed me I called to her, “Mum.”

She stopped and looked back.

I continued, “Look, today has been a bit of a surprise and perhaps I’m not ready to make things up at the drop of a hat. Give me a few days and I’ll give you a call.”

She looked at me, almost staring into my mind through my eyes and then seemed to make a decision. She seemed to relax and simply said, “Alright James, I’ll wait for your call.” With that she turned, straightened herself and strode out to her car and drove off.

I went back into the house, mulling over what had just happened. I pondered and planned for several hours before deciding to go to sleep, exhausted mentally. I had formulated a plan and decided that if there was ever an opportunity to do something that very few people ever have the guts to consider, let alone try and even more rarely achieve, it was now. What made it more appealing was that if it didn’t come off the worst thing that could happen is that I never saw my mother again.

#

I had considered the detail of what I wanted to do over the course of the next few days and had convinced myself I would get what I wanted or I wouldn’t have to deal with my mother ever again. For me there was an equal attraction to both outcomes. So, on the Sunday afternoon I braced myself and picked up the phone and dialled my mother’s number.

The ring tone suddenly stopped and my mother’s voice spoke, “Hello.”

“It’s me, James.” I said announcing myself.

There was a pause and neither of us spoke for almost half a minute. Mum’s voice came over the handset, “Have you decided what you want to do?”

“Yes.” I replied Escort Topselvi and after a short pause I added, “But it may not be what you think.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, let me put it this way. If you really are desperate to maintain contact with me, it will be on my terms.”

There was another pause that lasted nearly a minute this time. At one point I thought that she may have put the phone down. Eventually she asked, “And what terms are those?”

It was my turn to pause, momentarily unsure of my next move. I regained my confidence and said, “If you want me to stay in touch with me you will have to do anything I say.”

“Alright, what do you want me to do?”

It was obvious that my mother thought I was going to give her a single instruction, so qualifying my previous statement I said, “I don’t mean now I mean all the time. Any time I tell you to do something you have to do it or it will probably be the last time you see me.”

There was a gasp from her before she asked, “You’re not serious?”

“Yes I am.” I shot back immediately.

“Well if you think you can control me you’re very much mistaken.” she came back with and then the line went dead as she hung up.

It seemed that it was going to be a life without the hassle of my mother, so I replaced my phone and went back to my life.

#

It was exactly a week later that my phone rang and answering it I was greeted with my mother’s voice, although somewhat subdued. She said, “Hello James, it’s me.”

I recognized her voice but decided to make her work a little and replied, “Sorry who?

“It’s me.” she repeated.

Feeling a little devilish I repeated, “Who?”

She sighed and repeated, “It’s me; your mother.”

“Oh. Hello.”

I then waited for her to say what she wanted to say. It took her a few moments to force her words out.

“James, I’ve decided I’ll do what you want. I’ll do anything you want me to do, but please don’t make me live alone.”

“Are you really sure about that?”

Sounding like she was on the verge of crying, she replied, “I haven’t spoken to anyone outside of work since I spoke to you a week ago. I just need some company.”

I decided to test her. “Do you have a mobile phone?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the number?” I asked.

She gave me the number.

I grabbed my mobile and sent her a text message.

Back on the phone, “I’ve just sent you a text message. Just do what I’ve asked.”

I heard her mobile chime over the phone and after a short pause there was a gasp. This was followed by Mum saying, “He’s got to be fucking kidding.” not intending for me to hear.

She came back to the phone and asked, “James, why do you want me to send you a picture of my bare breasts?”

“I just want to make sure that you understand the terms of us staying in touch.”

“But isn’t that a bit perverse? After all you’ve just asked your mother to show you her breasts.”

Smiling to myself I replied, “I have, haven’t I. You don’t have to do it you know, but if you don’t you may as well hang up now.”

After a few moments I heard a sigh followed by Mum saying, “Give me a minute.”

I knew my mother wasn’t a prude and wasn’t embarrassed about nudity, so it wasn’t particularly surprising to feel my phone ping and vibrate to find a new picture message.

Mum’s voice came across the phone again, “You should have a picture now James. I hope you enjoy it.”

I opened the message on my mobile and whistled, intentionally loud enough for her to hear.

Speaking down the phone again, “Nice tits.”

There was no response.

Wanting to shock her a little, I followed up with, “I might print this off, take it to bed with me tonight and knock one out.” I then waited for a reaction.

After only a few seconds Mum said, “Oh my God. That’s disgusting James. Have some respect; I’m your mother.”

“I guess it probably is to some, but if you want to avoid me closing the door on you for good you’re going to have to put up with it.”

I decided to try something a little more outrageous. It was obvious to me that Mum was now prepared to do whatever it took to avoid being alone. I grabbed my mobile phone, undid my jeans and freed my now erect cock, I took a picture and then sent to Mum’s mobile with the comment, ‘This is what your tits did to me.’

Down the phone I announced, “I’ve sent you a picture back.”

Mum came back with, “Let me check.”

After about thirty seconds there was an “Oh my God!” exclamation from her away from the phone. A few moments later she said, “That’s not you.”

I laughed and said, “I can send you another showing my face if you like.”

“No it’s alright, I believe you. What I can’t believe though is that you sent a picture of your erect penis to me. Do you think I’m that desperate?”

“Considering what I’ve asked you to do and the fact that you haven’t slammed the phone down on me, I guess you must be.”

There was a pause and Topselvi Escort Bayan then her voice sounded down, and somewhat dejected, “Please don’t humiliate me like this James. I just don’t want to be alone and you’re the only family that I have left.”

Still wanting to press my advantage I replied, “I don’t want to be alone either, but the difference is I have friends that want to spend time with me, whereas all your friends have deserted you because you treat people so poorly. I’ve decided to take what I want from you if you choose to allow me, by staying in touch. You always have the choice to walk away, and to be honest I don’t care whether you do. So Mum, get used to it. By the way, I need to go now. I may speak to you tomorrow, but for the time being I want you to consider that at some point it is likely that you and I will commit incest together. Later on, today I want you to send me a picture of your pussy shaved, and your face must be in the picture.”

There was a gasp before she shouted, “JAMES! How can you want to have sex with me?”

“Because I’m in the position of being able to fulfil one of my fantasies, and I know you haven’t had sex for ages and I also know that you find it difficult to live without it.”

“I can live without sex.” She spat back at me.

Smiling to myself I replied, “Fine hang up, don’t send me the picture and don’t call me again.”

I paused to let her absorb my comment, but before she could respond I said, “Goodbye.” and put the phone down.

#

Later that evening a picture message came in from my mother’s mobile. I opened it to see my mother sat on a chair naked, with her legs spread wide and zooming in on her pussy it was clear that she was completely hairless. I laughed to myself now knowing that I had her completely. My mother would do anything I told her to do to avoid being on her own. With that knowledge I sat and considered many things I could do to her, as well as just fuck her.

I had a few little fetishes that I might be able experience with her, and her being a willing participant, regardless of whether she complains or not.

I also decided to press my advantage and sent her an email:

[Mother,

Come over to my house on Wednesday evening. Shave your pussy again before coming over and wear a short dress, no longer than mid-thigh, heels, you can put a coat on if you wish, but nothing else.

If you decide to come over I could fuck you, or just feel you up. You are likely to spend most of the evening naked, parading yourself to me.

With this knowledge if you arrive, expect this to happen. If you decide that you’re not prepared to comply, have a lonely life.

James.]

I requested a read receipt on the email and sent it. About 15 minutes later, the read receipt arrived telling me that Mum had read my email.

#

I had worked from home on Wednesday and had just finished off some work and decided to call it a day. It was still only 4:30pm but I decided to have something to eat. I had eaten and cleared up by 5:15 and decided to shower and change into fresh clothes.

I was sat watching television with a glass of wine when the doorbell went. I got up, took a deep breath, headed to the door and opened it. My mother stood there in a mac, buttoned and belted. She had heels on and her head was lowered avoiding eye contact.

“Hello James.” she said.

“Hello Mother. Come in.” I replied.

Stepping in through the doorway and closing the door behind her we stood facing each other in the hallway.

“Let me take your coat.” I offered.

She seemed to shudder and replied, “I’m okay to keep it on thanks.”

I stood and glared at her, waiting for her to look at me doing so. After a few moments with me not moving she glanced up and realized my offer was closer to an instruction.

Her shoulders appeared to slump a little and she undid her belt and buttons and removed her coat and gave it to me. I looked her up and down and enjoyed the fact that she had picked a plain cream summer dress. It came down to mid-thigh and would have displayed any underwear worn. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing any. What was also interesting was that although there was a slight sag to her breasts her nipples were pushing hard against the material of her dress.

I hung her coat up and led the way into the lounge.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked.

“Yes please.”

“White wine okay?”

“Yes thank you James.”

I said, “Take a seat.” as I headed into the kitchen.

I’d picked up my glass and refilled that along with a glass for Mum before heading back into the lounge.

“Here you are.” I said offering her the glass.

“Thank you.” she said taking it from me.

I sat opposite her and made it obvious that I was looking at her legs and body. She moved around a little in the chair looking a little uncomfortable.

“I like your choice of dress. It shows off your body and makes it clear that you’re not wearing anything underneath.” I said in a matter-of-fact way, not trying to make any special point.

“Thank you, I think.” she replied a little unsure if there was a motive behind my comment.

“Take it as a compliment. You are a physically desirable woman, and seeing you in that dress is arousing. Especially as I know you have no panties on.”

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When I came into my step-daughters life she was 10 years old. Not your average 10 year old. RahRah was very bright. She was an A student and excelled in every class. As the years went by she was always a very smart young lady, but I always noticed that she was also turning into a woman throughout the years.

Here she is 18 and in her senior year of high school and graduating in a few days with top honors. She has really turned into a beautiful young lady. She does everything you would expect a bright young lady to do. She studies hard and concentrates to her education. RahRah is the perfect step-daughter. She doesn’t party, drink or hang out at night, and she is still a virgin.

Here is a story about her senior prom night. I hope you enjoy it because I sure enjoyed living it.

It was RahRah’s senior prom in a few days. I took her shopping for a prom dress and she picked out a very pretty red strapless gown. When I saw her in it I could not help but notice just how grown she had become. She is 5’5” and has a 36-28-38 measurement. She is such a young thing with a sexy body. I couldn’t help staring at her cleavage as she posed in her dress and the dress being red really did it for me because I love red.

As we drove home from shopping for her dress and shoes I told her to be careful not to drink because teenage guys love to take advantage for teenage girls on prom night. She assured she was not drinking anything. Then I asked her if she was going to kiss her date goodnight after the prom. She hardly knew this guy named Steve from her school and said she had no interest in him like that. I was relieved to hear that because I remember what my date and I did on my prom night.

As prom night moved closer and closer I realized I was looking at RahRah in a new light. She was no longer a little girl, but a very pretty young adult. I would catch myself staring at her butt or tits any chance I got. In fact my loins were starting to ache for her. I was thinking about things I could do to such a young untouched innocent body like hers. I had to go and jerk off every time I thought about that young body of hers. Whoever gets that virgin cherry will be one lucky guy I would always tell myself.

It was finally prom night and my wife was very excited as she was helping RahRah get dressed and doing her hair. The limo finally arrived and Steve, RahRah’s date rang the doorbell. I made sure to have “The Talk” with Steve about respecting and protecting my lil girl. I knew they were going to a house party after the prom, So I was not expecting RahRah to be home until very early in the morning. It was no big deal as I trusted RahRah. But Steve, him I didn’t trust. I told RahRah to call if she was in any type of trouble no matter what time it was and I would Topkapı Escort come and get her. They got in the limo as my wife was taking pictures. Finally the limo drove off. There goes my not so lil girl going off to her senior prom.

It was about 1:00 in the morning when the phone rang. It was RahRah and she was crying and asked me to come and get her. She was ok but Steve left her at the house party and she was stranded at the party. I wrote down the address, told my wife she was ok and headed to pick her up. The house was 20 minutes away but hard to find. When I pulled up I saw RahRah standing in the front lawn by herself. She got in the car and I asked her what happened. She told me some of the couples were making out and Steve tried to kiss her but she stopped him and he got mad and left with another girl from the party. She was really upset.

As we started driving she told me she was upset because she wanted to kiss him but was too scared because she never kissed a boy before. I told her she would be ok and that the first kiss is always awkward. Then she said something that almost made me run a red light. She said she needed to learn and she wanted me to teach her. I told her I couldn’t do that because I was her dad. She reminded me that I was not her real dad and that I didn’t have to worry because she wouldn’t tell anyone, especially my wife, her mother.

Before I knew what happened I had leaned over to her and started kissing her. Her lips were so soft and she was trembling as our lips met. I felt her tongue go in my mouth and thought to myself that she was a fast learner. We kissed for about 10 minutes and I started thinking about other things I wanted to do to her, but I fought it off as I slowly pushed her away. I told her that it was time to head home now, but she said she was hungry and we decided to stop at an all-night diner to grab something to eat.

After the waitress took our order I called my wife and told her RahRah was ok and we stopped to get a bite to eat. As we sat at the table I could see that RahRah was glowing. She really enjoyed that first kiss. She said she had something to tell me but was scared to say it and I told her it was ok. Just say what you want, and I would understand it. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear that she wanted me to be her first. Being confused I told her that I thought I was the first person to ever kiss her. RahRah said I was not her first kiss because she practiced with some of her girlfriends. I was shocked to find out my daughter was a freak. My dick moved in my pants when she said that.

Then she said that the nights events was a plan she put together. She has kissed girls before but she wanted me to be her first lover and this was the only Escort Topkapı way to get me and her alone that night. No way could I do this. I mean I always thought about it but actually doing it. No way could I do this. She said she really wanted to experience her first time with someone she trusts and loves. Who else could that be but me, plus she said she always hears me and her mom making love and wants me to make her feel as good as I make her mom feel.

My horniness got the best of me as I thought of that virgin pussy and what I wanted to do to her. I was about to tell her that it would be wrong but I felt her hand under the table rubbing my dick. I was getting so hard as she looked at me with her deep chocolate eyes and said ” PLEASSSSSEE Daddy” How could I resist something that I really wanted anyway. We took the food to go and luckily there was a hotel a half block away. She stayed in the car as I went and paid for the hotel room and I made sure to get a room in the back.

As we entered the room RahRah put her hand on my dick again and whispered in my ear, “Please be gentle with me daddy.” That put me over the top. I grabbed her and started kissing her as she grabbed me and held me closer. I slowly unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor as she back away from me to the bed. She was a vision of beauty standing there in her red satin bra and panty set. As she laid on the bed I moved closer to her and laid on top of her just low enough to have my face in her tits. I undid her bra and low & behold I was staring at the most perfect tits in my life. They were so firm and the nipples were perky as they called to me. I put my mouth on one and started sucking as a pinched the nipple of the other. She just laid back and moaned.

I slowly ran my hand down to her thighs and asked her if her girlfriends ever kissed her between her legs. She said no but she probably would enjoy it if I did it. I stood over her and took her panties off. I was looking at a virgin pussy. It was so pink with very little hair. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it. I took her hand and we walked to the bathroom. I started the shower and we got in together. We washed each other and then dried each other off. As I led her back to the bed all I could think about was that I was the luckiest man on earth right now.

As she laid back on the bed she knew exactly what to do as she spread her legs open and invited me to taste her forbidden nectar. I started at her calf slowly licking and kissing my way up. I got to the back of her knee and placed one gentle kiss there as I slowing worked my way up to her thighs. I could see her pussy was getting really wet and she started moaning and bucking her hips. Finally I reached the prize. I teased her Topkapı Escort Bayan clit with my tongue and slowly licked up and down her pussy lips. She kept moaning and finally begged me, “Please daddy please.” I finally went in for the kill and started sucking on her clit like a mad man. She tasted so sweet. I was sucking on something that has never been touched by another man and I loved it.

After about 10 minutes of licking and sucking on this sweet virgin meat, I felt her get tense and her legs clamping down on my head. She was cumming and I was enjoying it. I sucked on her clit harder until I felt her getting wetter. She came with such force I thought she was going to break my neck as she closed her legs tightly. She laid there for 3 minutes breathing really hard but she just stared at me with a sparkle in her eye. Now it was my turn to cum. I knew it would be tough because she was still a virgin but I was determined to get all my manhood in her.

I got on top of her and slowly inched my throbbing dick head in her pussy. I almost came right there feeling just how tight she was. She told me not to worry about cumming because she takes birth control for her acne. I positioned myself for better leverage to slowly enter her. I humped in and out of her tight but wet virgin pussy as with every stroke I’d go deeper and deeper. Finally I couldn’t take it any longer and I gave one final push as she screamed with pain and pleasure. I could feel that she was wetter than before and realized that that virgin cherry was popped.

I was finally able to fuck her the way I wanted to since I de-virginized her. I grabbed her ass and started fucking her like there was no tomorrow. She finally got the hint as I was trying to drill her deeper and deeper and she grabbed my ass pushing me in her womanhood even deeper. She was really enjoying every thrust and stroke as she kept saying, “Fuck me daddy, fuck me.” I felt her pussy tighten and knew she was about to cum. I also felt that tingly feeling in my balls and knew I was about to cum myself. We were humping and grinding in unisom as we both came together. Her pussy muscles had tightened around my dick as it seemed she was trying to drain all the cum out of my balls.

As we both were panting and slowing our strokes down, I just laid there on top of her enjoying the best fuck I had in a long time. I was very thankful that she decided to let me be the one to bring her into womanhood. We knew it was time to head home as I’m sure my wife was wondering where we were. We took a shower, got dressed and jumped in the car. There were no words spoken as we drove home but I knew she enjoyed the night’s pleasures because of the smile she had on her face. We pulled up in the driveway and my wife met us at the door. She asked if everything was ok and I assured her it was. As RahRah headed upstairs to her bedroom she turned to me and said, “Thanks dad, I am so glad that you were there for me tonight.” I told her that I was glad also. I headed up to bed to get some sleep and think about the fun RahRah and I had that night.

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For years now I’ve read numerous stories and articles concerning the subject of incest. The sheer amounts of them on the Internet has always made me believe that little if any had an ounce of truth to them. I’ve read articles about fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, aunts and nephews, nieces and uncles, brothers and sisters and even grandparents and their grandchildren. The pure sanctity of the parental relationship with their children always brought that one question to my mind. “How could this happen, how could a parent or grandparent allow this type of thing to occur?”

In the past I never really understood my fascination with incest, especially in light of the way I was brought up. I was born out of wedlock when my mother was 14 and raised by the strictest of grandparents until I was 12. My Grandfather was an old fashion bible-thumping minister who had the strongest theological morals of anyone you would ever meet. His view concerning sex was one of procreation and that’s all it was meant for. It was a pure evil that had to be fought with on a minute by minute basis and must be overcame to save your soul. I can only imagine what it was like for my mother after she became pregnant with me, living daily with my Grandfather hammering her about sex outside of marriage. It must have been hell; if my Grandfather ever found out my conception happened in the balcony of his church I’m sure it would have meant certain death for her. All I know the day she turned 18 she moved out of my grandparents home.

Mother was always around me but wouldn’t live under the same roof as my grandparents, so for the next eight years I was raised and guided by my grandparents. When I was 12 my mother told me the entire story of how things had happen and she wanted me to live with her and my biological father. After all this time they had married and now she wanted us to be a family. Almost to the day a year later when I was 13 my father was killed in a construction accident, so my mother and I were alone for the first time in our lives.

Still today I can hear my Grandfather’s sermons concerning the evils of sex. Now that I’m grown I’ve realized sex has always been a major portion of peoples lives and their thought process down through the ages; the world has been so consumed about the ultimate sexual experience most would try any and everything to satisfy that hunger. I won’t deny I’m the same way–as the world is, so am I. Totally consumed in the search for the ultimate, wildest and most sexual encounter a human could experience.

Being a fairly attractive thirty-one year old man and regardless of my past teachings, I ‘ve had a wide and varied sex life that started when I was 18. Many times I’ve reflected back on that first sexual encounter with a great deal of pleasure and some remorse. My first experience was with a 32-year-old woman who at the time I thought I was the love of my life, however at the age of 18 what did I know, all I can say is she taught me everything about sex.

Rachel was married to a man 15 years her senior who had been stricken with MS about five years before they moved into our neighborhood. Later on in our friendship she explained to me the disease which had over taken her husband caused him to be completely impotent and she had been sexually inactive during the entire period of his illness. You could best describe Rachel as one of those people we think of in society as a plain Jane, her face was ordinarily looking, her fashion sense and personal demeanor were always a little on the side of old fashion and never wore clothing which would accent the body.

The first time I saw her was while mowing my uncle’s lawn that lived next door to her. It was one of those steamy hot summer days in mid July and she was lying in her backyard sunbathing in a very tiny multi colored string bikini. I had taken a little break and as I pulled the cord to restart the mower, her movement caught my eye as she raised from the lying to upright position. No one could imagine the body this woman had from the way she dressed and looked when she was out in public. Her waist was so extremely tiny, legs and ass were contoured as beautifully as any centerfold you would have ever seen, and the upper portion of Rachel’s body; the nicely rounded shoulders, firm arms, and petite firm breast were as perfect as any model you could think of. You would have never guessed she had three children and it was clearly evident she had put a lot of effort into getting and staying in shape after her children they born.

She waved and motioned for me to come over to where she was laying. Approaching her I could see there wasn’t a blemish, stretch mark, or an unsightly wrinkle anywhere on this woman’s body. As I stood there and looked upon her I developed a raging hard-on. She asked if I would mow her lawn after finishing with my uncle’s. My eyes couldn’t resist the temptation of running up and down the entire length of her body as we talked, she told me her husband would pay me well Tokatköy Escort if I decided to do this for them. I nearly creamed my jeans while staring at her and I don’t think I heard a word she said, Rachel could have persuaded me to agree to anything at that point and I wouldn’t have even known what I was agreeing with. The only thing I knew was I better get the hell out of there before I cum right in my shorts.

Well that started a two-year sexual adventure that I will never forget. Rachel taught me everything about making love to a woman and it wasn’t anything like Gramps had portrayed. From the first time she began teaching me all the ways to kiss, touch, stroke, feel, lick, all the things that pleasures a woman. She taught me about oral, anal, and just out and out fucking. Within the first 6 months she had taken a 18-year-old teenager who knew nothing about sex and turned him into a lust crazed fucking machine.

Publicly everyone knew Rachel as shy, quiet and withdrawn, the epitome of propriety, my Gramps would have loved her. No one would have ever guessed she was such a wild sexual animal. During the summer months her and I would fuck three or four times a day and during the school year we would sneak away to secluded wooded areas, marinas, parking lots; anywhere we felt safe.

Almost two years later it was late August and I was working my summer job at the local boat club. Rachel showed up and was horny as hell nearly raping me right there in the parking lot. Well old Mrs. Burns the local snoop, gossip and busy body must have had her field glasses out that day. Unaware to Rachel and I old lady Burns had telephoned my mother. Before mom had shown up we had made our way down to one of the vacant boats in the cove and were into a very heavy sucking and licking session. Rachel had already cum three times before my mother stepped unto the houseboat and with my face still between her thighs hungrily licking away at her pussy she began to moan out another orgasm as mom burst through the door. I jumped from between her legs with a face covered in pussy juices as mom came flying towards me. She hit me across the face with such force it knocked me off of my feet and over the kitchenette table. Then she went flying towards Rachel.

Now keep in mind my mother was a couple years younger than Rachel but looked ten years older. Mom’s a little on the frumpy side with large heavy tits and she’s so physically weak that moving a kitchen chair is a chore for her. It surprised me she had knocked me for a loop the way she did but she was no match for Rachel. After being pushed down on the floor with such ease I think mom realized she wasn’t going to be able to scratch her eyes out like she was screaming she would do. Mom’s resistance faded and picking herself up from the floor she was greeted by me standing in front of her with an enormous hard-on. With me not more than a foot away with an fully erect eight and a quarter inch hard-on, her mouth gapped open and she just stood and stared. For the first time in about five minutes she was speechless, mom simply told me, “cover that thing up and get dressed before Ms Slut here gets any further ideas.”

On the drive home, mom kept prodding and questioning me about how I ever learned to do “that thing” she saw me performing on Rachel. She wanted to know where I ever got the idea to do that with a female, she must have ask it 10 times before we arrived home. She wanted to know how long it had been going on, what other types of things we had been doing, and where we had been doing them. When I didn’t answer she became enraged, yelling at me “her and my father never done anything like that”, I retorted back at her by telling her “maybe they should have then she might not be such a bitch about it if they had!” She started to slap me across the face and I probably deserved it but this time I caught her hand as it started for my head. She ordered me not to see her again and if she ever heard of us being together she would find a way to put an end to it. That angered the hell out of me, shouting back at her, “I would never forgive you or speak to you again if that happens!” For the next few minutes we stood silently looking at each other and then we turned and walked away.

The next several months my mother and I barely spoke. Then one afternoon when I came home from school I found her sitting at the kitchen table crying like a baby. I stood in the doorway listening to her sobs and my heart felt like it sank to the floor. I startled her by asking if she was okay and she jumped from her seat and ran over to me telling me “I’m so sorry if I’ve done anything to hurt you, it was just a motherly instinct to protect her baby from the bad things in life.” She wanted to start being close, her desire was to be family again. We put our arms around each other and stood there for the longest time. Mom snuggled into me as I held her in my arms pressing hard into each other it felt as if she was trying to force Escort Tokatköy her body into mine.

Sobbingly she asked me “hold me baby” and as I stepped in as tightly as I could she explained she hadn’t realized how much I had grown and how strong my arms felt around her. At that point it felt as if our entire bodies where completely entwined, touching and pressing hard into each other. I felt the fullness of her breast crushed against my chest and began to feel a developing hardness in her nipple area. To my surprise my cock begin to thicken causing it to press down my leg and against the material of my jeans.

Mom’s sobs had stopped and silence engulfed the kitchen, it was if we both stopped breathing at the same time and just stood there felling the reaction to each other’s body. My cock became so stiff it strained to be freed and to my shock I felt my mother kind of gyrate her pelvis against my stiffened cock with a slight moan escaping from her throat. In an instant she quickly released me and stepped back, I could see her bodies’ reaction by her hardened nipples pressing against her tight fitting blouse. Our eyes met for the slightest of moments and then I watched her eyes trail downward resting upon my cock. We stood for a few minutes in silence and then she said we needed to have a long conversation after dinner.

After we ate and cleaned up we sat at the kitchen table. The conversation started off with another apology and how sorry she was things had turned out for the two of us in the way it had. Then the question of Rachel came up; mom wanted to know all the details. She wanted to know how it started, how long it had been going on, the things we had done, and the places we had done them at. Mom was talking to me as an adult instead son. I explained to her I felt uncomfortable telling her everything she wanted to hear but she insisted we should be able to talk about anything and it was all right for me to take my time and just tell her about it.

I started by explaining how it all began, from first meeting Rachel in the backyard until the first time her and I had sex. Mom seemed impatient she kept asking me about the sexual aspects of what had occurred so I went on to describe in more graphic detail our sexual relationship. As I became more descriptive about Rachel I noticed mom’s face glowing with a little reddish tint. I told her how Rachel loved being taken in the ass and how wild she became when she was fucked in that manner, mom appeared to become more nervous with each image I described to her. At first I feared she was growing angry, then I realized it wasn’t anger it was something I had seen in Rachel many times before. Mom’s face was now a bright reddish color and she had this wild glazed look in her eyes. As she settled back into the chair and I noticed her nipples were visibly hard, protruding outward through the fabric of her blouse. I was certain now it wasn’t anger; my mom was totally turned on by hearing the things Rachel and I had done together in the past.

I stopped and suggested that she tell me a little about her sexual experience. She explained that her and my father really didn’t have a sexual relationship. The first time she experienced sex she became pregnant with me and that sex consisted of my father mounting her, cumming and it was over. She explained he was the only man she ever had sexually and that was the extent of what she could tell me about sex.

In the weeks and months ahead I began to notice changes with mom, she started taking more time fixing her hair, wearing make-up, eye shadow, and dressing a little more stylish. Like I said she was a little frumpy but had a very cute face. She was never one to exercise or do to many physically related activities, then out of the clear she starts buying these exercise videos and home gym equipment. At a early age and as long as I can remember I was always interested in lifting weights and worked out daily; mom approached me one evening and asks if I would help her start a exercise routine.

For the next several months she become completely consumed with her workouts. The under the arm flabby she once had disappeared and her thighs, butt, and legs became lean and trim. Mom’s breast was always the one thing you noticed when you saw her now that she had lost weight and trimmed down, their size were even more prevalent than in the past. They seemed to set a little higher on her chest and even appeared to be larger; she was stacked! She laughed more easily and even began to be a little touchy-feely with me; everyone noticed the change in her.

Gramps chastised her about becoming a harlot of the world in the way she was dressing and fixing herself up. As usual with mom anything Gramps said fell on deaf ears and only added fuel to her desire to do the opposite of what he was harping about. To me she had become an absolute beauty to look at and I know that infuriated the hell out of Gramps.

For the next year and a half Tokatköy Escort Bayan mom and I continued to grow closer, every once in a while she would ask me about things between Rachel and I. This one particular evening she asked if I would describe Rachel’s reaction when I went down on her. At first I was a little surprised by the straight forwardness of her question but I began describing the way she would trash around grinding her pussy into my face and how vocal she was right before cumming. I noticed mom had laid her head back against the sofa tightly shutting her eyes. From her facial expressions she was imagining the things I was describing and was being carried away in her mind. She abruptly got up off the couch stating she was going to shower and get ready for bed. I heard the shower running in her room and this devilish thought came to my mind but I resisted acting on it.

The next day was going to be a difficult time because I had kept the fact away from mom that I had enlisted in the military. We had become very close in the last two years and I knew it would be painful when I finally told her. As expected the moment those words came from my mouth she actually passed out in the middle of the floor. Scared beyond believe I didn’t know what to do so I ran to the phone and called Gramps. He rushed over immediately but by the time he arrived mom had regained her senses and was sitting up in a chair. I hadn’t noticed but Gramps did, as soon as he walked in the door he starts going off on mom, calling her a shameless slut and asking her what thought crossed her mind by dressing this way in front of her own son. I finally realized what he was ranting and raving about when she straighten herself up in the chair. The short skirt she had on rode nearly all the way up her thigh and as she sat down and you could clearly see the hair that covered her pussy. Gramps continued to verbally bash mom about what a terrible daughter and mother she was; at that point I had heard and taken enough of him speaking to her in the manner he was.

It appeared he was about to backhand her when I stepped in between them and boldly proclaimed, “I had heard all I was going to hear and that he better never raise a hand toward her again in his life!” ‘If he ever came against my mother like that again I would be compelled to take whatever actions needed to put a stop to it.” Gramps was completely thrown back by what I had just brazenly told him, but being Gramps that didn’t stop him. I brought to his attention I was no longer that little boy that he use to spank for what he called sinful acts of the world and now I had ten times his strength and would never allow him to harm her again. With that he stormed out of the house shouting biblical phrases back at both of us.

Well two weeks passed very quickly and during that time mom tried everything to persuade me to stay but my mind was made up. So off I went to 11 weeks of boot camp and then another 18 weeks of specialty training. It would be sometime before I would get back home or so I thought. I called mom almost daily and each time we spoke I could tell she was becoming more depressed as time went by. I suggested she start dating or going out, do something to get her mind off of things, however it had no affect on her.

Before I knew it the 11 weeks of boot camp was over. After the final pass and review exercise of graduation the unit commander gathered our squad together to issue our first set of orders. He informed us those who were to report for their 18-week’s of specialty training would have a delay of approximately a month prior to reporting. So I requested a few days of leave and headed home for a visit.

When I opened the front door and entered the living room I couldn’t believe what my eyes were seeing, it looked like a cyclone had hit the place. Mother had always kept our house so clean and orderly now it was in a terrible sight. There were clothes, shoes, kitchen plates, silverware, thrash thrown everywhere, and the carpet looked like it hadn’t been vacuumed since I had left. I walked in the kitchen and mom was sitting at the table. If I had thought the house looked like a wreck I never imagined how a person could fall into such an unsightly condition as she was at that point. Her hair looked like it was all matted together, huge dark circles around her eyes, her nightclothes looked as if she had worn them for weeks. Her physical appearance was utterly repulsive, the women I had left 11 weeks before was almost unrecognizable as my mother. She had lost weight to the point of being a sack of bones sitting in the upright position; it was clear see she wasn’t well. Here was a woman that three months before was at the top physical condition of her life and now she looked as if she was the walking dead.

Being so disgusted with what my eyes where seeing I lost all composure, yelling at her “what the hell is wrong with you, what have you done with our home and yourself?” It seemed to startle her as if she hadn’t even realized or heard me come into the house. She looked up at me as if it took all the strength in her just to lift her head. Not a single word was spoke between the two of us for the next week. It took me an entire two weeks to clean the house and get her back to where she could stand on her own two feet.

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I had gotten in the Electricians Union very soon after graduating high school. My father was a big wig in the union, so I was fast tracked in. I was employed for 5 years at one of the east coast’s largest power suppliers. The money was great, especially for a guy in his early twenties. But then, due to a ‘weak global power market’ I was laid off.

Between the union benefits, state unemployment benefits and the money I had in the bank, being laid off was actually pretty great. I was told by the union to just be patient. They expected I would be back at work in about a year. I was living with my girlfriend at the time. She was working on her master’s degree. Suddenly having me home all the time was making it hard for her to study. So I thought it would be best if I took this free time to visit my mother in California.

I was an only child. My parents split up after I was done with school. My mother had family in California. So after the divorce was final, she moved out there. Since then, we talked once a week on the phone and she’d fly in for a few days during Christmas. My girlfriend was in her last month of the school year. She would be extremely busy with papers and exams. It was a perfect time for me to stay with my mom out west. After my girl was done with her school, she’d come out to join us for a couple weeks. Then she and I would fly back east.

Mom met me when I landed at LAX. I was stunned at how attractive she was. She had let her gray grow out, so her hair was a long, straight salt and pepper that hung half-way down her back. She sported faded jeans that accentuated her plump and juicy ass. She wore a light colored blouse that couldn’t hide the fact her c cup breast were unencumbered by a bra. It was all so different than the typical conservative PTA mom she played back east.

Our relationship had changed since she moved out west. Through our phone calls and brief visits, I assumed it was because I had grown up and was no longer someone she had to ‘mother’. But on our drive back to her apartment in the valley, I found out the changes were more profound. She had become a vegan. She was also now into holistic medicine for her mind and body. She meditated daily as well as practiced yoga 3 times a week.

But the biggest instigator in her changes was her medical marijuana card. Back east, she would get debilitating migraine headaches almost weekly. They led to depression, troubles in her marriage and just a generally poor quality of life. When she moved to California, her sister persuaded her to visit her doctor. He prescribed she start smoking weed regularly. Since then, not only had her headaches disappeared, but her whole outlook on life and the world had improved. She was an overall happier person than the woman who raised me.

Now I had smoked a bit in high school but very little since then. I liked it, but not enough to live that stoner lifestyle. My mom had embraced it 100% and I had to admit, it seemed to be working well for her. She seemed healthier and more vibrant than I had ever seen her.

She had a one-bedroom apartment, but it was in a safe, quite neighborhood. She worked part time at a local florist. Between that, alimony and state assistance, she was able to live a frugal but contented lifestyle.

She tried to offer me her bed while she slept on the couch during my stay. I’d hear nothing of it. Arrangements would be cozy but nice for the next month. When my girlfriend came out, she and I would get a hotel room for a couple weeks before going back.

After I settled my things in her pad and washed up, I took mom out to dinner. It was an upscale Spanish-style place. Like most every restaurant in the LA area, they had plenty of vegan options. I offered to get us a bottle of wine, but my mother advised she no longer drank. She had given me a little lecture on why I shouldn’t be eating meat and now that was followed by a lecture on why I shouldn’t drink alcohol, even a glass of wine with dinner. I was glad my mother was blossoming in her new life out west, but she seemed to be a stick in the mud when it came to life’s simple pleasures.

It was clear dinner wouldn’t be followed by a bowl of ice cream, let alone a glass of whiskey, so we headed back to her apartment. She took a shower and put on her bed cloths, which consisted of a pair of men’s silk boxers and a loose-fitting tank top t shirt. I took a shower and came out with my own pair of boxers and a t shirt. She had turned down the lights, lit some candles and a sweet but not over-powering cone of incense. On the stereo was the sound of crashing waves over a dreamy new age piece.

“Would you like to smoke with me?” she asked, as casually as though she was asking if I wanted a glass of milk and a cookie. (Although I was sure she wouldn’t approve of milk or cookies)

“Absolutely,” I replied. If there wasn’t going to be good food or booze for the next month, I sure as hell wasn’t going to pass up the weed.

She smiled. Before her was Teşvikiye Escort a glass jar filled with fat green and purple buds. There was also a lighter and a pack of rolling papers. What looked even more enticing was the vast amount of tit that was exposed by her tank top t. Not only on the sides and the cleavage in the front, but I could clearly see the shadow of her areolas through the thin material. I suppose I was lusting after her because she was so different than the person I knew growing up.

I sat down on the couch. She scooted over so our hips almost touched. She looked like a goddess in the weak candle light. She asked me to roll us a joint. My rolling skills were fair, so I agreed. When I unscrewed the lid to the jar, the skunky aroma smacked me in the face. I knew just a little of this bud would do me fine. I grabbed a fat one by the stem. I was amazed how sticky it was with resin as I broke it apart onto the paper.

“This stuff is called Purple Orgasm. I’ve never tried it. I just got it this morning,” mom smiled as she watched me prepare the joint.

When I was finished, I held it up for our inspection. Not bad, I thought. It was on the thinner side. But this shit was obviously potent. My mom whisper, ‘Nice’ then placed a hand on my shoulder and told me spark it up.

My mom likes to fill her mouth with smoke than inhale it into her lungs where as I like to suck it straight down. Man, that bud was super smooth. We each took two hits. When she passed me the stick for a third, I had to wave her off. I was flying. She took a third hit then put out the roach. I leaned back on the couch. Mom snuggled up to me, placing my arm around her shoulder.

We talked and laughed… laughed a lot. Her body felt soft and warm next to mine. As we talked, she would emphasize a point by placing a hand on my chest or my thigh. It felt good. And when I looked down at her, she seemed the most beautiful woman in the world.

Weed can make you hungry, sleepy or in this case, very horny. I started to hope mom may want to go to bed soon so I could get under the covers and jerk off. Turns out, she was feeling the same way.

“I don’t know about you, babe. But smoking always makes me hot and bothered. Normally when I’m here alone, I’ll get high, relax, then play with myself until I fall asleep.”

She was definitely under the influence to say something like that. But I understood. We were bonding. We were sharing a wonderful experience together.

“I believe it, mom. I plan on doing some playing myself once you go to bed.”

She placed a hand on my bare thigh and started rubbing slowly up and down.

“It a shame we have to go to our different rooms,” she spoke in soft, sultry tone. “I feel so close to you right now. I want to share more with you.”

Her voice became even softer.

“Would it be too weird if we… took care of ourselves, like, together?”

I was feeling so good, so calm, so close to her. I didn’t hesitate.

“I don’t think so. I think it would be beautiful. How do you want to do this?”

She kind of squealed with delight then directed me to lay down on the couch. She laid down next to me. The couch was just wide enough as long as we were snuggled up together. We were both on our backs. My arm was around her, her head resting between my shoulder and chest.

“Should we do it at the same time?” she giggled.

“No. You go first. I want to watch you. I don’t want to be distracted.” I whispered back.

“Oh honey,” she breathed while sliding a hand into her boxers. “I love we can do this together. I feel so close to you. I love you so much, my handsome, sexy boy.”

I watched the silk of her boxers rise, fall and roll as her fingers teased and played underneath. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open, little gasps and coos escaped as she pleasured herself.

“Baby!” she gasped. “I’m so wet already.”

I gently grabbed her wrist and withdrew her hand from her shorts. I brought her glistening finger to my mouth. I licked and sucked away her lube. She watched the erotic sight with disbelief. I directed her hand back to play when I was done. Her t shirt had ridden up, exposing her belly. I placed my hand on the exposed skin.

“Yes baby, touch me. Touch me. I love when you touch me.” She twisted and turned for a moment, removing her t shirt and tossing it to the floor. She then settled back next to me and continued masturbating. Her tits were wonderful. Fat, pencil eraser nipples on top of half dollar areolas. They were soft and sagged as a woman’s breasts in her late 40’s should. I ran my hand all over the exposed skin, pulling and pinching the nipples to her delight.

Her moans became louder, turning into shouts and cries. I could tell her hand was alternating between vigorously working her clit and finger fucking herself. The sloshing sound was musical to my ears.

“Here I cum, baby. Hold me, baby! HOLD MEEEEE!” She threw Teşvikiye Escort Bayan her body on top of mine, jerking and trembling. I wrapped my arms around her as she rode out the orgasmic waves.

“Oh baby… oh honey… that was incredible,” she panted. It took her a few minutes to catch her breath and relax. She eventually raised her face to mine. She wore a happy, satisfied smile. She leaned up and gave me a long, loving kiss. Then she pulled back and giggled.

“From what I’m feeling, someone liked that very much as well.” Her thigh was resting over my shorts. She could feel my rock-hard cock throbbing under the pressure.

“I guess it’s my turn,” I smiled. I gently moved her so I could remove my shirt and shorts. I wanted my cock free for this experience. I also wanted to feel her warm, soft skin on mine. She was on her side, lying next to me, her head on my chest.

“My love, your thing is amazing!”

I knew I had an impressive piece. But her complement made me feel even more sexual and at ease as I began to slowly stroke myself. She moved her mouth up to my ear, causing shivers to run down my spine.

“You’re so sexy, baby. Is there anything mommy can do for you?” she breathed in my ear. Her hot and humid breath driving me out of my mind.

“Would you touch my balls? Please?” I panted.

“You want mommy to touch your balls?” she whispered back. I nodded yes while she slid a hand down my chest. She placed a hand over mine as I continued to stroke. Then she moved her hand down, lightly raking her nails over my sensitive scrotum.

“You like that?” she cooed. “You like mommy touching your balls? They’re so full of cum. Are you going to come for mommy?”

Her sexy talk was driving me insane. She slid a finger down my perineum until she was touching my asshole. She softly circled the crinkled entrance while lightly licking my ear. I moaned in ecstatic agony.

“Ohhh.. baby is just like his mommy,” she panted. “You like your ass played with too.”

It was too much. How I lasted that long, I don’t know. I took my hand off my cock and replaced it with hers.

“I’m going to cum, mom. Please help me cum.”

She looked down at the long, thick shaft she now held. She immediately started jerking me off. In about 10 seconds, the first blasts shot into the air, landing on my chest and her arm. It felt like my entire being was blasting out of my cock with the force of a cannon. I moaned and twisted, lost in the throes of ecstasy. My mom was shouting, “Yes, baby! Yes! Cum for mom! Cum baby!”

I collapsed on my back, amazed at the intensity of what just happened. Mom continued to softly rub my deflating pecker and emptied sack while I caught my breath. She then used her discarded t shirt to wipe off the jizzum that covered both of us. When she was done, she kissed my cheek and laid her head on my chest. I was asleep soon after.

I woke up with your classic stoner hangover. It felt like my brain needed a jumpstart. It took me several moments to realize where I was. I was by myself, naked under a blanket, and this wasn’t my couch. When I heard my mother humming to herself in the kitchen and preparing coffee, it all came back to me. Lastly, I remembered our side-by-side sexual release the night before.

‘Oh God’, I thought. ‘Is she freaked out? Are things going to be weird between us now?’ As for myself, I was totally cool with what happened. But I know most people get hung up on social constructs and will freak out when faced with the ‘taboo’.

I wrapped the blank around my nakedness like a toga and walked into the kitchen. Mom turned around to greet me with a big smile on her face.

“Well good morning, sleepyhead!” she beamed, giving me a big hug. She was in a long terrycloth robe. It was neatly tied up so I couldn’t tell if she was naked underneath or not.

“Baby, I need you to get a quick shower. You can drive me to work and have my car for the day. Then you can pick me up at the end of my shift.”

I thanked her. She kissed my cheek, turned me around and smacked my ass to get me moving. I was so relieved she wasn’t emotionally shaken or doing the whole ‘We need to talk’ thing.

My mind was still fuzzy as I stepped under the warm water of the shower. I was just starting to enjoy the feeling when the shower door opened behind me. I jumped in surprise. There was my mother, as naked as I was. She had done her hair up in a bun. She gave me a naughty smile as her eyes shamelessly roamed over my body. She was a vision of milf perfection. Her breast hung large and a bit saggy. Her nipples were strawberry red and fat. Her hips were wide. She had a cute pooch of a belly. Below it, a nice black bush with flecks of gray.

“Just trying to save some time and hot water,” she giggled as she slid her body between me and the warm shower spray. My cock went from flaccid to full-on stiff in about 15 seconds. She grabbed a bottle of body Escort Teşvikiye wash sitting on the shelf. It was pink and smelled like flowers. She poured herself a handfull then proceeded to soap me down. She started at my chest, squeezing my muscles, pulling playfully at my nipples. She soaped up my belly and pubes. Then, squatting before me, she soaped up my legs, totally bypassing my throbbing, bobbing hard on and balls. In fact, my stiff rod accidently brushed against her cheek a few times as she lathered my legs. She glanced up at me with a wicked grin. But she avoided any further contact with my cock.

She stood up and had me turn around. She washed my back with the slippery, sweet-smelling soap. She really focused on working my ass cheeks; rubbing, squeezing, massaging. She got my asshole squeaky clean as well, even letting a slippery digit slip inside a couple times. Finally, she turned me around to face her once again.

“God, baby. I just love your beautiful body,” she moaned as she cupped my aching balls in one small, soapy hand while the other slowly ran up and down the length of my upright cock. Grabbing the bottle of body wash, I began to clean her as she had cleaned me. Starting at her slender neck, I worked every inch of her torso over. Lifting, caressing, massaging each breast. Pulling, pinching, teasing each nipple. All the while, our mouths were locked in a passionate kiss, tongues erotically dueling as we moaned our pleasure into each other.

I was close to blasting my seed, so I reluctantly dropped to my knees. As she had done with me, I ignored the glistening lips there in my face, begging for attention. Mom even placed her hand on my head, trying to direct me to her sex. I kissed her thighs and pubis, but I avoided her honeyhole for the moment. I finished washing her legs, stood up and turned her around.

I began washing her shoulders and upper back. She pushed her ass back against my cock, sandwiching it between her cheeks. It was such a fantastic feeling… so warm, wet and slippery. I bent her over at the waist. I started sliding my cock up and down between those plump globes. Soon I felt a rhythmic tapping on my balls. I looked up to see mom and one hand against the shower wall while the other was working her clit. It was all too much. I shot 4 long strands on jizz across her back. Before my orgasm was done, I fell to my knees behind her. I guided her fingers away from her pussy. I moved in, placing my nose between her engorged labia. I started strumming her clit with my tongue.

“Oh fuck!” she cried. “Oh fuck, honey! That’s so good. That’s soooo fucking good!”

She rocked her hips back onto my face. She was trying to shove my nose into her pussy while my tongue sped up to triple time on her clit.

“Mommy’s cumming baby! Oh shit! Here I cum!” With that, I could sense her whole body releasing in a massive wave of bliss. Her legs started to give out, so I quickly stood up behind her, holding her body to mine, keeping her from collapsing. Once she was composed, she turned to face me. We made out gently, lovingly. We both giggled over the unbelievable and unabashed passion of what just transpired. Finally, she said we had to get a move on. We rinsed off and got dressed.

I never saw my mother so happy as I drove her to work. She laughed and sang and kissed me at every stop sign and red light. And me? I was loving it. When you love and trust someone completely while at the same time finding them extremely sexually attractive…. that is as good as it gets in this world.

When I pulled up to drop her off, she handed me the address of a vegan grocer and a list of things to buy for dinner that night. She gave me a quick peck and confirmed the time I was to pick her up. I had GPS on my cell phone, so I had no trouble finding this store. A young and cute hippy girl was working there. She helped me find everything on the list, most of which I’d never heard of or could even pronounce. She asked me where I was from. I amused myself buy telling her I was honeymooning in LA from New Jersey. She smiled and pulled a bottle of capsules from the shelf.

“Take two of these a day. It’s made from a special Indonesian root. It will keep your gun loaded, if you know what I mean.” she winked.

As soon as I paid for everything and got back in my car, I popped two of them. I made my way back to my mom’s apartment, put away the groceries and finally called my girl back east. I had texted her when arrived in LA, but she had been out of my mind since. She said she was getting a lot of studying done. When she asked how things were with me and my mom, I told her it was a typical mother and son vibe. I certainly wasn’t going to tell her I face-fucked my mom in the shower that morning.

I picked up my mom when her shift was done. She was as happy than as she was in the morning. I got just as many kisses on the way back as I did on the way to drop her off. She made tofu curry from the ingredients I had picked up. I must admit, it was delicious. We went for a walk after dinner, holding hands and talking about everything lover’s talk about.

When we got back, She took a shower while I cleaned the dishes. When she was done, she came out in her robe. It was very loosely tied. There was no question she was naked underneath.

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My mother has to be the sexiest MILF on the planet, that’s what my friends tell me and I agree. As a child, I took for granted how sexy my mother looked parading around the house wearing nothing but a bra and panties during the summer months. Now that I’m older and attending college, I’m beginning to see my mother in a different light. I love going through the photographs of Mom and me together.

I remember jerking off when I was younger, wrapping Mom’s lacy underwear around my cock as I stroked to orgasm. I loved going through her underwear drawer and fondling her bras and panties as I fantasized about women.

I just completed my freshman year of college and was packing up my belongings to take home when I came across a pair of panties I must have taken from her and forgotten about. I also had some great pictures of Mom and I together, I especially loved the one of us on the beach in Cancun, Mexico. She was wearing a tiny yellow bikini, I thought nothing of it at the time. I stood looking at the photo now, seeing us in an entirely different way.

I’ve always been a Mommy’s-boy, losing my father to cancer when I was only nine years old. I’m also an only child so Mom and I were good friends as well. She was only sixteen when she had me, she’s still a young woman at only thirty five, and I see her as being younger as I grow older and closer to her age.

Mom keeps herself in fantastic shape, works out several times a week and looks better then most of my female classmates. Throughout high school my friends loved spending time at my house, staring at Mom and hoping to get a glimpse of her in one of her bikinis out by the pool. Mom never had a problem flashing her tits around me, usually provoking me into taking a quick trip to the bathroom to jerk off before she’d notice my erection.

As I stood reminiscing about my childhood close encounters with Mom, my cock swelled, begging for release. I couldn’t help myself, I set the photo of us on my night stand and unzipped. My cock throbbed as I wrapped Mom’s panties around the shaft and stroked until I came, spewing within seconds, fantasizing about my cock sliding between Mom’s perfect tits.

I couldn’t wait to get home and quickly finished packing and loaded the car. During the two hour drive home, I found myself again thinking about what sex would be like with Mom. Damn, I needed to get a girlfriend!

Mom was expecting my arrival and was waiting at the door when I opened it. For the first time, I noticed how full and firm her tits were as she hugged me. I swear she was younger and sexier then I remembered only eight months ago. My cock reacted as as I pressed against her. I know she noticed and stepped back, looking me over, her eyes pausing at my crotch.

“You’ve grown into such a man!”

“Thanks Mom, it’s good to be home.”

“It’s so good to have you home, it’s not the same without you here.”

“Why don’t you start dating Mom?”

“Who says I don’t? I’m just not going to get married again, nobody could ever replace your father.”

“Of course not Mom, but we all have needs.”

“And just what would those be?” Mom glanced momentarily at my crotch.

“You know what I’m talking about Mom, you’re a young, beautiful woman.”

“Well thank you Josh. So is there a woman in your life you’d like to tell me about?”

“No, I just hang out with the guys, but date occasionally. Wanna help me unload the car?”

“Sure, then let’s get something to eat.”

As we carried boxes and my stuff into the house, I couldn’t help but notice that Mom wasn’t wearing a bra. It was warm and we were both perspiring, so her top clung nicely to her tits, her nipples were hard and tits were firm. I was thinking maybe she had a boob job while I was at school but didn’t dare ask. She must have noticed me staring and finally said something.

“Do I have something on my shirt?”

“No, why?”

“You just keep looking at my shirt. Is something wrong?”

“To be honest, I just don’t remember you looking so good. You really take great care of yourself Mom.”

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you. Want me to help you unpack?’

“If you have the time, but I can handle it if you have things to do.”

We started opening boxes and hanging my clothes in the closet and putting things away in my dresser.

Mom stopped abruptly as she held up a bra by the straps.

“Isn’t this my bra? I have been looking for this for months.”

“It can’t be, one of the girls who visited my room must have left it.”

“I swear it’s mine, it’s from a specialty shop in New York City.” Mom looked at me curiously but decided not to pursue a discussion on the matter.

“Aren’t these my panties too?”

“They can’t be, why would I have your panties?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know, but I am positive they’re mine.”

I was busted so figured the best way out was to say nothing more and continued unpacking and changed the subject.

“So, what would you like to do this summer? I was hoping to get to spend some quality Tersaneler Escort time with you before I return to school.”

“I’d like to spend as much time as possible with you, I have a lot of vacation time built up and couldn’t think of a better way to use it.”

My best friend Mark barged in the door without knocking. “Hey there mister smart college shit, how’s life?”

“Hey Mark, great to see you,” I said as we did our old high school handshake.

Mark’s eyes went right to Mom’s tits, not even trying to be inconspicuous. “How have you been Mrs. Thompson?”

“It’s been quiet around here with Josh in school but all is good. What have you been doing since high school graduation?”

“I’ve been taking a few night classes and working odd jobs, work is so hard to come by in this economy and I can’t afford to attend school full time.”

“I understand that, we’ve had many lay-offs at work but I seem to be hanging on.”

I could swear I noticed Mom checking out Mark’s package, he was wearing fairly tight shorts, showing a bit of a bulge, not that I noticed. He returned the stares and looked like he was flirting with her.

“You want to do something tonight to celebrate returning home Josh?” Mark asked.

” Sure, unless Mom has plans.”

“You boys, or should I say men, go ahead and have fun but don’t get into any trouble.”

“A bunch of us have planned having a bonfire on the beach at the state park if you’re interested,” Mark said. “Your Mom would fit right in, she should join us.”

“Please call me Angie, we’re almost the same age and I’d be more comfortable if you would.”

“OK Angie, it’s a date then.”

We finished unpacking, I think Mom forgot about the underwear incident. It was a warm, early summer day so Mom and I dressed for the warm evening after Mark left to get ready. Mom wore a pair of very short shorts and a matching bikini top. I just threw on a pair of swim trunks and sandals.

“Damn Mom, that’s a bit revealing isn’t it?”

“Are you ashamed of your Mother? I can go change into something more conservative.”

“I don’t think any of the guys will mind but the girls might get jealous.”

“I have nothing to be jealous of, they’re all fifteen years younger then me.”

“But I bet you’ll be the hottest woman on the beach.”

“I doubt that!”

“We’ll see.”

We packed a cooler with soft drinks and sandwiches and used Mom’s little convertible for the ride. I couldn’t help the naughty thoughts going through my mind as we drove. Her tits bounced nicely, making it impossible to keep from stealing glances at them. I had to readjust a few times as my cock swelled. What was wrong with me? Staring at my own Mother!

As we drove along, Mom couldn’t resist revisiting the underwear topic. “So, why did you have my lingerie packed away in your stuff?’

I sat there thinking, taking a long pause before I could figure out a believable response. “They must have been mixed together with my laundry when I left for school.”

“I don’t mind if you tell me the real reason son,” Mom said, resting her hand on my knee as she drove. “I know you’re a young man with raging hormones, that’s reason enough if it’s true.”

“Not every guy has a Mom who looks like you, I can’t help the way my thoughts drift sometime.”

“And just where do your thoughts drift son?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t know, I can only imagine.”

We drove in silence the rest of the way, getting there just as the bonfire was being torched. At least twenty college aged kids were gathered around the fire. All eyes were on us as we approached, most looking Mom over with a few getting up to greet us, giving us the old neighborhood handshake and hugs.

Mom seamed a little out of place but I knew she’d fit right in, not many guys brought their mother to a gathering like this. But, not many college kids had moms that looked and acted like mine, she was cool and sexy.

“Hi guys, this is Angie, my mom,” she smiled at me for introducing her by her first name, helping her fit in.

Many of the kids stood and shook her hand, some hugged her, especially the guys who may have have squeezed her just a bit more then appropriate, but I could see that some were already drinking and in the partying mood.

Mom was such a flirt, she squeezed right back, grinding into the muscular guys who must have aroused her. One of the guys in particular held on for quite a bit, even grinding into her. Damn, that got me horny just seeing it. I was just a bit jealous too.

“Your mom is fucking hot,” my friend Mark whispered. “She’s the sexiest woman here.”

“She’s my mother, show a little respect.”

Mom was offered a beer as soon as we sat down and took a long draw from it, almost finishing it in one tip. “Ahh, that’s so good,” she said.

Someone brought a portable stereo and the music started playing. Immediately, couples paired off and danced as the flames flickered high into the sky, stoked continuously by Escort Tersaneler two guys throwing huge pieces of driftwood onto the fire.

Mom fit right in, danced with Mark while drinking another beer. I couldn’t believe how seductive she danced, bumping and grinding just like the other girls. I was getting hard watching her move, swaying her tits and grabbing Mark’s ass as they moved together. Mark’s hands were all over her, grabbing her ass cheeks and sliding up and down her torso, pausing just under her arm pits, his thumbs grazing her tits. I couldn’t believe she was letting him!

Out of all the girls at the party, the one I’d choose to fuck would have been my mom. What am I thinking? I had my fair share of attention from a few other girls but kept my eye on Mom, until she disappeared. One minute she sat between two of my friends, the next they were all three missing.

My mom was old enough to make her own decisions and to take care of herself but I needed to know what had happened to her, so I got up and asked a few people if they knew where she’d gone. Nobody knew anything except one girl said she thought the three of them went for a walk down the beach. Being the good son that I am I had to go looking for them, quietly.

I knew there was only one direction they could go so I proceeded down the beach to find them. I had walked probably a quarter mile before I figured out what was going on. I came upon a bank of large boulders along the shoreline and could see three figures in the dark. I didn’t want to spook them so I carefully made my way toward them for a closer look. The closer I got, the more I saw and heard. The two men were standing in front of my mother as she knelt between them stroking and sucking their cocks.

At this point I crawled along the sandy beach so as not to be seen until I could get behind a rock and watch. I was only twenty or so feet from them and could see and hear everything.

Mom slurped on one cock, then switched to the other. Each man had a hand on a tit and one on her head guiding back and forth, from one cock to the other. She attacked their cocks hungrily, gagging and slurping as she plunged downward until one guy pulled away and sat on the sand, his cock pointing toward the stars.

Mom positioned over him, slid onto his tool and reached for the other cock to stuff back into her mouth. It was such a sight, my mother sliding up and down a big cock while swallowing the other. I couldn’t take it, dropped my shorts and started jerking off as I watched. Mom was cumming, moaning and shuddering as the guy beneath her exploded, his ass pushed upward as he roared.

The other guy face-fucked her and came in her mouth, Mom gargled and moaned. I felt my eruption coming too as I bucked, trying to be quiet and shot my load while watching the action.. I fantasized about being one of them, fucking my Mom as she came. As I exploded, I groaned and had to concentrate not to be heard as a steady stream jetted from my shaft in waves.

I quickly pulled my shorts up and tucked behind the rock as the three of them finished and got dressed. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but they scurried back to the group like three little kids, running down the beach holding hands. I was in shock, seeing Mom in action. As perverted as it is, I couldn’t wait to get my chance.

I arrived back at the fire a few minutes after they did and Mom asked, “Where have you been?”

“Just went for a walk on the beach. Where were you?”

“Same here, just went for a walk.”

After a few hours of watching the fire and chatting with everyone, we decided it was time to go home. On the way home we didn’t speak, I didn’t know what to say. As soon as we got home I told Mom I was tired and was ready for bed.

I lay in bed thinking about what I’d witnessed and I started getting hard again. I got out of bed and retrieved Mom’s panties from my dresser, so lacy and soft, and wrapped them around my cock as I slowly stroked. I closed my eyes and envisioned Mom sucking my cock as her panties slid up and down my shaft. It didn’t take long before I felt that tingle and rush of an orgasm build. My pace quickened as I exploded into Mom’s panties, pretending it was her mouth. I grunted so loud I was afraid she may have heard me as I soaked her panties with my sticky cum. I opened my eyes just in time to see my bedroom door close, at least I thought it did.

Could Mom have witnessed me jerking off? Now I had to do something with her cum soaked panties too. I cleaned up as best I could and took the panties to the bathroom with me to rinse out. As I walked by Mom’s bedroom I was tempted to see if she was sleeping but didn’t, though I thought I heard something inside, moaning perhaps. I decided to ignore it and keep moving. I went to bed and fell into a deep sleep until late morning.

Mom must have slept in late too as I could smell the coffee brewing.

“Good morning,” I said, entering the kitchen, going right for the coffee.

“Good morning,. How Tersaneler Escort Bayan did you sleep?”

“Slept great, took a while to fall asleep though.”

“I bet it did,” Mom said with a sly grin. “Did you stay up late in your room?”

“No, just had to catch up on a few things.”

“If there’s anything I can help you with, let me know,” she said, still grinning.

“I just might do that.”

We had a great day together, did some shopping and other things that needed to be done before returning home.

“Anything you’d like to do tonight?” Mom asked.

“I think I’ll turn in early, maybe watch a movie in my room.”

“I’ll watch a movie with you.”

“No, I need some down time.” I really wanted to watch a porn in the room without being interrupted.”

“OK, if you decide you want company, let me know.”

“Thanks Mom.”

I went to bed and finished unpacking while listening to music, then I put in one of my movies I’d collected while living in the dorm. It was an incest movie about a mother and son called Taboo. It was an older movie but exactly up my alley. The star in the movie looked nothing like Mom, she had huge tits, Mom’s are average, yet perfect. I’d seen the movie a dozen times but it was still my favorite. I don’t think I ever really watched the entire movie though, unable to hold off from cumming before seeing it from start to finish. There was just something about the way Christie Canyon sucked her son’s cock that drove me insane, I always came during that scene.

About halfway through the movie my bedroom door opened as Mom peeked in. “Is everything OK? I heard some moaning in here, are you sick?”

I was on my bed, spread eagle with my cock in my hand as she stood staring at me.

“I’m sorry Mom, it’s been a long time.” I pulled the sheets up to cover my raging erection.

“It’s OK son, it’s a natural thing we all do. Besides, I love this movie, especially this part.” It was the part when the mother walked in on her son, then took his cock into her mouth.

Mom sat on the bed, her eyes fixed on the screen. I swear I could detect her breathing getting heavier. Mine was too as I resumed playing with myself under the blankets.

“May I watch it with you?” Mom lay down on the bed next to me, staring at the screen.

She kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye, noticing the bulge under the blanket.

“You know yours is even bigger then his?” she said. “Her tits are so much bigger then mine too.”

I didn’t dare to say anything for a minute, then said, “Yours are nicer then hers though. I had no idea you watched these kind of movies.”

“Your father and I loved to. You really think my breasts are nicer then her’s?” She undid her nightshirt and exposed them.

“Oh yes, they’re perfect.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her heaving breasts.

“So is your penis, it’s just like your father’s was.”

Mom removed her shirt and my cock almost exploded immediately. She moved closer, lifting the sheets, exposing my raging erection. I stopped touching myself, now conscious of how I looked. She stared, first at my cock, then at the movie.

“You go ahead and stroke yourself, it’s a natural thing. I want to watch you.”

“Mom, I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be, I’m your mother and have seen you naked hundreds of times. I remember your many trips to the bathroom when you were younger. I knew what you were doing.”

She reached for my hand, placing it over my cock, her fingers curled around mine surrounding my shaft. She guided my hand upward, then down, slowly encouraging me to jerk off.

“You have a great cock,” she said as she helped stroke me. Then the good part came in the movie, when Christie deep-throated her son.

“Mmm, that is sexy,” Mom said, her chest heaved as she looked back and forth between the movie and my cock.

“Ahh, that feels good,” was all I could say, my eyes rolled back into my head.

“You shouldn’t have to do that all by yourself. Would you think it was weird if I helped you out just a little?”

“Oh my God Mom, I’d love it, please touch me.”

Mom moved closer, her bare breasts were within inches of my face as she wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of my shaft. At first, she gently squeezed the base of my cock, then began lightly stroking the entire length, pausing at the tip to smear the oozing pre-cum over the head with her thumb. She leaned in closer, her nipple now rested on my lips, tempting me to take it. I didn’t want to be too aggressive so just touched the nipple with the tip of my tongue, then circled it before taking it into my mouth. Her nipples reacted immediately by becoming longer and hard. A deep moan followed as her eyes closed and she tilted her head back.

I sucked for a few minutes as her hands explored, caressed and stroked my throbbing member.

“Oh Mom, I have fantasized about this for so long.”

“I know.”

As Christie Canyon’s lips covered her son’s cock in the movie, Mom looked into my eyes, then began kissing her way down my body. First, she kissed behind my ear, whispering, “I love you son.”

Then she kissed my chest, taking time to suck each of my nipples for a few moments, all the while she continued caressing my cock. I was having to concentrate in order to not lose my load too early, I was ready to explode.

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Her name was Patricia, but almost no one called her that – save for Grandma, who could get away with it. Nor did she like to be called “Patty” or any of the other variations of her name. A few of her friends from grade school still called her Tricia and she barely tolerated that.

Everyone who knew and loved her and who wouldn’t? – to a one, they all called her Princess.

She loved being a Princess, acting like one, being treated like one and most of all, looking like one. Princess went through a tomboy stage, as did most girls. The difference was, hers ended after only a few months when she realized that tomboys did not wear pretty dresses, makeup or high heels. No thanks, not for Princess.

Despite her mother’s objections, Princess started turning sexy when she reached the age of 13. She was offered a lucrative deal as a teen model and her mother vehemently voiced her objections. Daddy overruled each and every one of them. “My little girl is a true beauty,” Daddy said proudly. “Why shouldn’t the entire world get to see that?” He allowed his youngest to sign the deal and entrusted her career to a long-time family friend. Princess liked her Aunt Vanessa very, very much. She herself was a former teen model and knew the world into which her friend’s daughter was entering. Jacob “Jake” James would have trusted his friend with his life. He still had the same crush on the cool, leggy brunette that he’d had when they were 14 and juniors in high school. If he could have swayed her after prom, she would be his wife, Princess’ mom and he would have lived his very own “happy ever after” existence.

By the time Princess James reached her 16th birthday, she was known for her great beauty and her sexual allure. Even the teachers fell all over themselves trying to do for her. She took it all in stride. Despite her beauty, fame and fortune – there wasn’t anyone she knew who had more money than she did – Princess was not a snob. Selective yes, a snob, no. She loved people, after all, she loved being the center of attention and people provided her with attention. Aunt Vanessa had instructed her that she should never be too busy or too proud to give someone a kind word. Those people had helped her climb up the ladder of success. Princess adored her aunt and took those lessons to heart. Her mother and her aunt had reached a truce, but only barely. Princess wanted so very much to like her mom, but she couldn’t. Her mom had stood in the way of her success. Her mom was loving and kind to her other children and cold as the girl in “Frozen” to Princess. Princess had enough money to spoil her mother rotten, she suggested shopping trips or lunch dates or vacations – they could have gone anywhere – all entreaties seemed to fall on deaf ears.

She adored her daddy and wanted to be around him all of the time. The handsome football coach looked like a man of 30, not like a man nearing his mid-40’s. Strong, broad-shouldered and intense, he was the kind of man the lovely teen aspired to be with. No wimps for Princess, she wanted a man who could take command. She made more money and had more success than any man she knew. Only a strong man would be able to take command in the relationship so she could be free to be spoiled and adored, the way that a Princess should be.

Princess wasn’t going to sit around her home and feel sorry for herself that she didn’t have a special guy in her life. Nosirree, not this gal! She would dress herself in something sexy – and usually, short – complete with high heels that cost more than many of her friends earned in a month – do her makeup as Vanessa had taught her, pick out some nice lingerie – a girl should always have on something silky or lacy and frilly – and call her friends to go out.

Several of her friends were kids she had known for years, Princess was loyal to a fault. If you loved her, she loved you. There were lots of handsome boys in her crowd and she flirted with them, dated a few, but nothing came of it. They were just boys and she had seen the world. How does a high-school student compare with that? There was also a legion of girlfriends, pretty to a one, not quite as attractive as Princess. All of her girlfriends liked clothes and shoes and she could talk to them. Still, their worlds were equally small. They were nice to look at and be around, Princess did enjoy that. Vanessa – she had dropped the “aunt” last year – was always telling Princess that she should enjoy her time being young and pretty as it didn’t last forever. Princess just thought her aunt was being silly – she was stunning and carried herself very well. By now, she also realized the reason for her mom’s hostility. Daddy had a thing for Vanessa and her poor mom had been second choice. Despite her mom’s treatment of her, Princess felt sorry for her. That couldn’t have been an easy situation to deal with.

Now there was another situation looming on the horizon and its name was “sex”. Princess was now eighteen Tepecik Escort and the kind of girl that drew gasps and stares when she entered a room. She had the elegance of a runway model and the wardrobe that made people, men and women alike, sit up and take notice. The offers started coming, not that they hadn’t before she had turned eighteen and became legal. Vanessa had been her chaperone and rebuffed those offers on Princess’ behalf. No longer.

Still somewhat naïve about sex, Princess was understandably confused.

“You’re eighteen now, baby,” Vanessa said as she hugged the 5’10” model. In heels, Vanessa was about 5″ taller, without them, she was only an inch taller. “I can’t protect you forever and I shouldn’t. If there is some guy – or gal, these are modern times – you want to fuck, I say go for it. Just be smart and careful, otherwise, enjoy the ride. I sure did!”

Princess smiled and nodded and got ready for her night out. Vanessa’s statement had both confused and shocked her. Girls? Really? She knew about lesbians and bi-sexuals, some of the other models had already made passes and she herself had a few bi girlfriends. She hadn’t considered sex with a girl as an option for herself, although she was always quick to notice an attractive girl or woman. It had also surprised her when Vanessa used the “F” word. She supposed that Vanessa was now going to treat her as an adult, which made her warm all over.

Out with her friends at a popular dance club, Princess watched them all interact. She was never lonely and had lots of friends, but no one special as yet. She admitted that she wasn’t actively looking, but a steady partner would be nice. She had been offered a lot of work for the coming year, so after graduation, Princess would be taking a year off from school. It would be nice to have someone to spend time with and she did have – urges. She’d had those for quite some time and in conversations with her girlfriends, she learned a vital fact. She was a very sexual, very sensual young woman. If Princess had a steady companion / lover, she knew something – she would spend a lot of time fucking. She would act the part of the slut, take pleasure in being thought a whore. Why the hell not? She had the face and the body for it. She now possessed the sexual allure of a magazine model and had been approached by magazines like Playboy to pose for them, now that she was of age.

Vanessa said no – Princess replied by saying that she would think about it. She was flattered by the offer from the infamous magazine and she felt really sexy. It was the very first time that she and Vanessa had disagreed on anything.

An attractive stranger sent Princess a drink, she turned and smiled at the man who had sent it. He was tall, dark and handsome, which appealed to Princess a great deal. Too bad he was only in his mid-20’s. Had he been ten years older, she would have joined him at his table, flirted a bit and perhaps allowed herself to slide down that slippery slope. Thank God Princess earned enough money to buy all the sex toys she wanted because she had been so horny for months. She sure as hell wasn’t going to wait for marriage to get fucked, which made her giggle. It was the first time she had thought of herself in a sexual situation. She sipped the Singapore Sling and enjoyed the fruity flavor. Technically, she wasn’t old enough to drink as yet, although she knew that no one in the bar would say a word. It added to her prestige to have her here. Everyone by now had gotten word that she was here in a sexy little outfit, showing off those famous legs of hers.

Her closest friend came running over to Princess, a host of male admirers following her every move. Candy was so sexy that she could have been a model, it only so happened that she was only 5’2″. Still, adorable and super-smart, despite her bubbly blonde persona. “Oh my gawd Princess, have you heard the latest rumor about you?” Candy giggled and took a few sips of Princess’ drink.

“No – and do I want to?”

“Hmm – prolly not,” the slightly older Candy giggled. Princess noted that her friend was already a few sheets to the wind, but it only made her cuter. “I’m going to tell you anyway, because we’re besties!”

Princess rolled her eyes. Candy could be such a ditz, despite her IQ being somewhere around 145. Still, it was the dichotomy of those two personas that made Candy the intriguing little sexpot she was. Princess wasn’t without an intellect of her own.

“They’re saying, like, that you’re a lesbian!” Candy said as she sat down beside Princess, her short skirt riding up. Now that there were two women, they were attracting a lot more attention. Princess soaked up as much as she could. “Like, not that there is anything wrong with liking girls!”

Candy was very “out” with the fact that she swung both ways. She had been enjoying sexual escapades for some time now and delighted in relating them to an interested Princess. A Escort Tepecik few of them had served as masturbatory fantasies for Princess, as Candy’s descriptions were very graphic.

“You know that isn’t true, you’ve spent the night at my house lotsa times,” Princess said as she rolled her eyes. “Have I ever made a move on you or indicated I was interested in girls?” Princess knew if she ever found herself liking girls, someone like Candy would top the list.

“No, but a girl can always hope,” Candy giggled. Princess knew that Candy thought she was oblivious to her friend’s girl-crush on her. She wasn’t.

“Candy, you know my daddy intimidates people. He watches me like a hawk and that’s also why Vanessa is my chaperone.” Princess sighed. “My place is like a fortress. I couldn’t sneak a guy or a girl in there without daddy catching me.”

“How is your dad?”

“I thought he’d be lonely since mom left, but nuh-uh. He’s perfectly happy and he isn’t seeing anyone that I know of,” Princess said.

“I’d see him in a heartbeat, your dad is gorgeous,” Candy smiled. “I bet he’s got a big cock – I love big cocks!”

“You really are a fucking nympho!” Princess exclaimed. “This is my dad you’re talking about!”

“Wow, since when does the Princess use the `F-word’?” Candy squealed with laughter. “Relax, he’s still a guy and if he wanted me, I’d fuck him in a New York minute. Maybe he’s screwing one of those cute university cheerleaders – mmm, a cheerleader, how yummy!”

“Yep, total slut!” Princess groaned, although she knew a lot of her girlfriends had a thing for her daddy. She supposed she couldn’t really blame them, he had everything a girl could want. She was glad that her mom was moving on, but daddy deserved some happiness.

Princess partied up a storm that night, partly because graduation was a week away, partly because her 19th birthday was in two days and only partly because of her upcoming trip to Paris. She loved it there, it was so sophisticated. Candy would have probably loved it for the sexually-charged atmosphere.

As she had enjoyed several drinks, Princess left her car at the bar and took a taxi home. Her BMW was only a month old, an early birthday present to herself. She had no intention of wrapping it around a telephone pole. The guys at the bar would keep a watchful eye on it in an attempt to curry her favor.

The house was dark when she arrived home, which was no surprise at 2AM. Tomorrow was Saturday, so her daddy could have stayed up and watched a movie, but the den was dark as well. Princess was ready to kick off her Jimmy Choos and call it a night when she heard the noises.

She followed them and began to recognize the whispers, grunts and moans for what they were. She saw the light shining from her daddy’s bedroom. Princess should have turned back, but she didn’t want to turn back. She wanted to see …

… and she got an eyeful!

“Oh yeahhh baby, fuck me, fuck me good with your big, wonderful cock!” The woman who was on top of her daddy’s supine body groaned. Only it wasn’t just any woman – it was Vanessa! “I’d forgotten just how great, how fucking big your cock is!”

Princess had to stifle a gasp as she saw Vanessa sliding up and down on her daddy’s cock. Candy had been right on the money, her daddy’s cock was massive. It was thick and long, at least 8 inches and maybe more. Vanessa didn’t seem to be complaining and she was really giving it to daddy. Princess felt a bit guilty for playing the voyeur but only a bit. This was better than any of those porn films she had borrowed from Candy. This was the real thing and she was on a first-name basis with both of the actors.

Giggling to herself, Princess wondered if perhaps they might like a co-star?

Candy would have died, but watching her daddy fuck Vanessa was a huge turn on. Princess had played it safe – until now. She knew immediately that she wanted to join them, she just didn’t know if it was her daddy or Vanessa that she was into. Or was it both? She didn’t care about what that might imply, just that it looked hot and she wanted in.

Princess knew one thing very well – it was time. Tonight might not be the night, but it had to be soon! Being constantly horny was frustrating and she sure as hell did not intend to go to Paris as a virgin. She wanted to unleash the inner Princess on those snooty Europeans and teach them a thing or two about fucking – once she learned those lessons herself. She watched Vanessa fucking her daddy and marveled at how beautiful she still was. Perfect body, great legs, great tits and a mouth that … well, that answered one question for the teen girl. It was both of them she wanted to fuck.

Fuck it, no time like the present! She pushed the door open and entered the room.

The older couple broke apart and stared at Princess. “Wow daddy, you sure as hell know how to fuck,” she said as she sauntered over to the bed, her hips Tepecik Escort Bayan swaying as she had been taught. “You were really giving it to her. Hi, Aunt Vanessa,” she smiled, thinking this was the first time she had called the woman “aunt” in some years.

“Wow,” Vanessa said, not even bothering to cover her nudity. “This is really happening.”

“What is really happening?” Jake said, covering himself as best he could under the circumstances. Princess could see that her daddy still had his hard-on despite all of this. “Patricia,” her daddy said sternly, using the name she hated and he only used when very angry “You do not belong in here!”

“Yes, she does,” Vanessa muttered quietly under her breath.

“Daddy, every sexy, 110 pound inch of me is dying to get in that bed with the two of you and join the party,” Princess said. She did not intend to be dissuaded. “It might be different if I was a kid, but I’m almost 19. I decide what to do with my life. You are two sexy, gorgeous, mature older people who can teach me a lot about fucking. So, the only thing to be decided is if you are man enough to go for it and not worry about the societal BS?”

Vanessa was still acting as if she was in a dream. “Oh God, it’s as if all of my fantasies are coming true,” she moaned softly.

Jake spun around. “Vanessa, for God’s sakes, you’ve fantasized about …?”

“Sex with Princess? Yes Jake, I have. She’s gorgeous and now, she’s totally legal. I’ve seen her naked, I know what her body is like – and I want to feel it against mine. You know I like girls more than guys, it’s one of the reasons I didn’t marry you. Look at her – she’s one of the most gorgeous young things I have ever seen and yes, I want her – and so do you, look at your cock!” Vanessa exclaimed.

It was true, Vanessa saw it and so did Princess. Jake should have been turned off and fading, but he wasn’t. His cock was bigger and turgid. He was turned on, the forbidden thoughts were as hot to him as they were to the two women. All that he had to do was give the go and let Vanessa and Princess do all of the work.

“Christ,” Jake murmured and shook his head. “I suppose that I can’t deny the fact that my daughter is one sexy little bitch.”

“I could be your little bitch, daddy,” Princess urged. “Yours and Vanessa’s, just give the word.” She posed herself on her high heels, presenting herself in the best light. Vanessa was already sold and salivating over the prospect. Princess only had to break Jake’s resolve.

Jake looked at his daughter. Her outfit was intended to entice, a blind man could have seen that. Her blonde hair fell in golden ringlets almost to her waist. Her long, tanned legs were accentuated by her new shoes and her face, that sex kitten face of hers, was beaming at him.

“I’m out of my fucking mind,” Jake shook his head. “Okay, you’ve got me. If you think you can handle this, feel free to join daddy and Vanessa in bed.”

The pretty blonde squealed and went to kick off her heels, then noticed Vanessa shaking her head “no”. She picked up on the cue and left them on, only removing her top and tight skirt. She stood proudly before her wonderful daddy in the sexiest lingerie and heels he had ever seen. “Christ,” Jake croaked as she moved to the bed.

“You said that already,” Princess giggled. She wrapped her slender fist around his cock and it jumped. Vanessa moved in behind her, one hand on the small of her back.

“Let’s do him together, okay?” Vanessa purred and leaned in for a soft, sensual kiss, albeit with lots of tongue and heat. “I know that this is your first time giving a blowjob, your daddy is 9 inches of man, so follow my lead and you’ll be fine”

Princess nodded and kissed Vanessa again. It was so very wonderful, kissing another girl. The next time she got together with Candy, look out! She appreciated Vanessa’s instructions and made sure to take her time. She mimicked Vanessa’s moves, going up and down the thick shaft and all around. It was a bit weird to suck her daddy’s balls, but if Vanessa could do it, so could Princess.

Vanessa was a bit stunned to see what a fast learner the pretty teen was. Her hands stroked the small of the girl’s back as she allowed herself to luxuriate in the reality. Princess was truly the loveliest thing she had ever seen and to possess her, even for a minute, was an incredible feeling. Every so often, their mouths would meet and they would kiss again. These were the moments Vanessa never wanted to end. She looked over at Jake, who had his eyes closed. Was he trying to block out reality or overcome with the intensity of his dual blowjob? Vanessa decided that it had to be the latter.

Princess had never before, at no point in her life, been this happy! She was sucking a cock, she had made out with another girl and there was more on the way. She thought that she might have ruined her sexy little thong because she was so very wet. That didn’t matter because the lingerie manufactures practically forced it on her and she could always get more. She moved about the bed as Vanessa instructed and was perched above her daddy. Vanessa nodded and the thrilling moment came as Princess lowered herself to her daddy’s tongue. He was going to eat out his sexy little girl.

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Mark always liked his Friday nights. It is a night when his wife and two teenage daughters leave him alone to play poker with his father, two brothers, and two friends. It has been like tradition for them to get together and bond, ever since his mother died four years ago and needed to spend time with his dad. Tonight started out like every normal Friday but ended differently which would change not only his life but his family’s as well.

Everyone arrived around 7pm. Paul, his dad arriving first, followed by his friends, Jim and Bob, and finally his brothers Tim and Tom, with his wife Amy. Amy and Mark’s wife Kerry had planned to have dinner together and afterwards see a movie. His 18 year old daughter, Anne, was getting ready to go to her friend’s house wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, her usual attire and Heather, 19, had already left to go on a date with her boyfriend. The night was set and the beer is sitting cold in the refrigerator. As soon the girls left the house, the game started.

A little after 9 they were all gathered in the dining room, cards and chips being tossed on the center of the table when Heather stormed in the front door, slamming it close. Mark could tell that she was upset about her night. She entered the room and said his to everyone and gave her dad, grandfather, and two uncles a kiss on the cheek. As she bended over, he noticed his friends eyeballing his daughter. Who could blame the both of them? Heather was hot, wearing a black skirt and a low cut silky top. He sometimes catches himself staring at both her and Anne whenever they are dressed to go out. And he’s pretty sure that the other males in his family had done the same.

“I’m going to my room and probably going to bed.” She said.

“Ok, honey.” Mark said.

All eyes were on her as she left the room. Mark could just imagine what everyone has in their mind. He has it in his even though he knew it was wrong to think about it.

“Do you think she’s too old to be tucked in?” Jim asked everyone jokingly.

After drinking a couple more cans of beer, Mark got up to relieve himself. Afterwards as he walked from the bathroom, he noticed the light on in Heather’s room. He opened the door and peeked in to see if she was already sleeping. He sees her sobbing lightly.

Mark wondered what this is all about as he entered her room and sat at the edge of her bed. “Hey what’s this all about?” He asked.

Heather wiped her eyes. “It’s Steve!” She replied. “He’s telling everybody I’m a whore.” “I’m not. I’m still a virgin,” she paused. “He’s mad because we broke up.” She added. She held back her tears while she explained, now the tears started to flow again. Heather leaned against Mark, resting her head against his shoulder.

Mark tried to console her. He placed a hand on her head while the other patted and rubbed her back. It might just be the amount of beer Mark drank but he began to feel the warmth radiating from her body. His thoughts are now sexual and allowed his perverted fantasies to come out, his mind playing around with images of Heather in various sexual positions. Mark’s hand freely moved and touched the side of her breast. When Heather didn’t respond, he palmed her breast. Mark stroked her arm with one hand and unbuttoned her silk Taşoluk Escort shirt with the other. When she didn’t complain, he ran his finger along her stomach and slid his hand inside her skirt. He looked up unto his daughter’s unresponsive face, gave her a smile and said, “I’m going to make you forget about having a bad night with Steve.”

Mark let go of her and quickly got off the bed. He stood between her legs and reached for her shirt, pulled it open and pushed her bra over her tits. Then he slid her skirt and panties down and off her legs. Mark paused and took in the detail of his daughter’s body. Her body was mature enough but her tits and pussy mound were surprisingly small.

Heather’s eyes instantly opened and a look of confusion settled on her face as her father unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock. Mark placed his hands on her shoulder and pulled her down between his legs, gently guiding her head over his cock. Heather had no experience. She slowly licked the tip, getting used to the taste before her dad’s cock disappeared in her mouth. Mark placed his hand firmly over his daughter’s head and began to slowly slide his now dripping shaft in her mouth. Heather vigorously sucked her dad’s cock as he slid in and out of her mouth, each time going deeper into her throat. After a few minutes, Heather is becoming a pro at sucking his cock. She licked, sucked and tongued on his cock. Her dad groaned and shuddered as he shot his load into her mouth surprising her, trying to swallow the salty liquid.

“Fuck yeah, Heather.” He said. “What a fucking blowjob.”

Heather pulled her head away as Mark’s cock shot more cum on her face.

Both father and daughter were in their own world and didn’t notice the two men standing in the doorway, looks of lust in their face. Mark’s brother Tom, Heather’s uncle, and his friend Jim both have their cocks hanging out, hand stroking.

“Hey bro,” said Tom, “you not only thought what we were thinking, you actually did it.”

Mark stood in front of them grinning while Heather tried to hide behind the bed.

“Hey Heather,” Jim said, “You don’t have to hide because we’ve already had a front row seat and seen what you have.”

Heather stood up, her dad’s cum on her face, dripping from the tip of her nose and the corner of her mouth from trying to swallow and landing on her tits. Seeing her like this, got Mark hard again.

“We got a couple more hours before our wives and Anne gets back. Why don’t we move this in the family room so everybody can enjoy my lovely niece?” Tom suggested to his brother.

Why not, Mark thought. A father already bangs his daughter. Why not her uncles and grandfather as well. Dad hadn’t been laid since mom passed away. As both brothers talked, Jim went back to the dining room and told everyone about the new activity for the night.

Heather couldn’t believe that her own dad and uncle were not only pondering about doing more sexual acts with her, but they will have everybody else in the house involved. It made her both disgusted and excited at the same time, now that she had a taste of cock in her mouth.

Mark, Tom, and Heather went into the family room. Heather was a little apprehensive Escort Taşoluk as she walked in the room, wearing the tattered shirt her father tore from her body earlier, and saw the four men standing around, her grandfather, uncle, and two men that she can consider part of the family. All the men were intently looking at her. Heather looked down at the floor and looked at all the men and slowly slid her shirt of her young body. All eyes were on the pert nipples that made her tits almost like a work of art.

“Alright let’s get to it,” she said. “But be gentle. It’s still my first time.”

“Wow look at those nipples.” Tom exclaimed. He reached out and palmed Heather’s right breast and put his mouth over her nipple and loudly sucked on it while he rubbed her pussy with his other hand.

“Yeah, smell that hot young stuff,” he said as he placed his finger against his nose. “Let’s get her ass over the coffee table and start this party.”

Heather silently complied. She sat on the edge of the table and slowly lied down on her back and opening her legs. Her wide open legs gave the men in the room a view of her pink pussy.

Already naked, Mark walked between his daughter’s legs and placed the engorged head of his cock against Heather’s glistening slit. He placed his hands around her hips with his palms under her butt, and slowly pushed his cock into her tight opening, gradually impaling her on his huge cock. After her muscle relaxed around his cock, Mark held her hips with his hand and pulled her up and down the length of his hard shaft. The slapping sounds of the father and daughter’s bodies connecting filled the room as he pounded away unto her into her first orgasm. Experiencing the new sensation was too much for her. Heather’s scream filled the room as her pussy exploded for the first time. She felt her pussy cling on to his cock as Mark shot his load into her pussy.

“This is good fucking pussy.” Mark said of his daughter as he pulled his cock out of her pussy then added, “Her mouth is a hot fuck also.”

Before she could catch her breath, her Uncle Tom mounted her and plunged into her wet pussy. Heather’s moans, groans, and scream filling the family room once again. Mark knew his daughter is really turned on now and everybody in the room knew it. They were taking advantage of Heather’s body trashing about on the table. Tom was pounding away with quick hard strokes.

Her grandfather, Paul, dropped his pants and stroked his cock. Heather looked at his huge cock horrified. It was much bigger than her dad’s and uncle’s. Paul pushed his granddaughter’s head towards his cock. She opened her mouth and eagerly clamped her lips around his hard shaft and let him face fuck her.

After a few minutes, Tom pulled his hard cock from her cunt. A disappointed look on his niece’s face that disappeared after realizing what her uncle wants her to do. Tom sat on the couch and had Heather slowly lower herself on his still standing prick. In no time, Tom had his hands on Heather’s waist and she was riding her uncle up and down on his pole.

Realizing the emptiness in her mouth, she asked her grandfather to get on the couch and give her his cock back. Paul following his granddaughter’s suggestion Taşoluk Escort Bayan stepped over the couch and had his cock reunited with her mouth.

Mark looked at his daughter, her back to him bouncing up and down while sucking on a cock. His cock was hard again, his eyes locked on to her firm, young, round ass. Why not? He thought. Mark ran his hands over her ass cheeks and pressed his hard cock against her ass crack. Mumbling with her grandfather’s cock in her mouth, Heather began to struggle. Mark pressed down on her shoulder with one hand, and guided his cock to her rectum with the other hand. Heather tried to say no to her dad as he pushed the head of his cum-coated cock into her tight opening. Suddenly his cock head popped past her anal right and Heather screamed and clutched on to the sofa as he pushed ahead slowly inch-by-inch deep into her gut. She realized quickly that if she relaxed her muscle, the pain became almost bearable. Mark was thrilled as his cock slid into her tight ass. Mark held his daughter’s firm ass against his groin and didn’t move for a few moments. He wanted her rectum to adjust to his cock before he pounded her again, this time with his full shaft.

Heather groaned as her dad’s cock slowly plunged in and out of her rectum. The pounding she’s receiving from her three family members became rapid and she knew they were going to cum soon. Her uncle gripped her hips and began to slam deep into her with hard quick strokes.

“Heather, I’m going to cum in your mouth.” Paul said. “And I want you to swallow every single drop.”

Heather’s only response was to tighten her lips around her grandfather’s monstrous cock, sucking harder and harder, her tongue swirling faster and faster. His granddaughter’s hand automatically pumped at his sperm-filled balls, trying to send his seeds on its way. Paul was the first of the three to let loose a volley of sperm deep into Heather’s mouth and throat. She kept sucking him until he was spent, and she had swallowed every last salty drop. Heather’s dad was next, letting out a loud roar as he shot his load for the third time in less than an hour, this time deep in her tight ass.

Seeing the cum dripping from her ass and mouth, Tom just had to contribute into making his niece look like a cum bucket. He tightened his grip on Heather’s waist and rapidly plunged in and out, thrusting his cock into her as he exploded, shooting his cum deep into her convulsing cunt. Within an hour, 19-year old Heather had transformed from a virgin daughter to a family fuck toy, having three cocks in the three available holes.

Mark, Tom, and Paul sat down on the other couch, admiring the job they had done to Heather’s body. As she rested from her sexual ordeal, a pair of hands gently pulled her up and positioned her over another cock. Heather looked down and saw Tim, her other uncle, grinning up at her.

“You are going to love the rest of the night, sweetheart.” He said as he thrust his cock in his niece’s cum-filled pussy and lay still.

A weight pressed to her back, then another pressure in her ass, Jim’s voice sounded in a groan of pure satisfaction as his cock forced its way into her back passage, making her cry out weakly. Then her cries were stifled as Bob, the last of the six men, forced her head up and pushed his cock at her mouth, pushing it past her lips to slide deep into her throat. Another set of large hard cocks in every orifice, the sound of sexual pleasure coming from Heather filled the room again as the three men pounded deep into her body at the same time.

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