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Beth was gone when I got up the next morning. I took a long hot shower and thought back on the events of the night before. I stood in the steamy shower, with nearly scalding water cascading down my back , remembering, letting it play back in my head, in hopes that maybe enough hot water and enough soap could wash away the shame and guilt.

I remembered how exciting and titillating it seemed at first; my encounter had been with Beth, in the kitchen. My cock started getting hard and as the skin stretched and the water touched the shredded flesh, it all came back to me; how the vitriol had permeated by entire being and how that act of sex had turned so ugly. The pain was rather searing. I lathered up my hands and applied the soap to my cock, which only intensified the pain, a pain that was somehow gratifying and shameful at the same time. The shame won out and I let that tattered piece of meat go limp as I washed the rest of my body. I stood under the shower until the water ran cold.

I made my way to the scene of the crime and brewed a pot of coffee. I had taken some aspirin and was sitting at the table sipping my first cup, when Paige came in. She didn’t speak at first. She ignored me. She poured herself a cup of coffee, two sugars, heavy cream. She walked over to the sink, stopped and then backed away, so as not to touch the counter.

I pictured Beth and me at that spot right in front of where Paige stood. I remembered that sound that I had heard, the sound the Beth must have heard, the sound that Paige had probably made. The shame washed over me.

Paige turned and glowered at me. I stared at my coffee cup, humiliated. I looked up in shame and begged, “Paige, please…”

“Fuck you!” she blurted, “Paige please, what? Paige please stand by patiently, as I fuck your aunt? Paige please be a ‘good little girl’ as I do anything I damn well desire?”

“Paige,” I pleaded, “You don’t understand. It’s not how it looked.”

“Here you go again with the ‘not how it looks bullshit’. How do you think it looks, when you fuck my aunt, in her butt?”

“Paige, there was no love involved, like with you. It was a grudge fuck.”

“Grudge fuck! Did you just make that up? I don’t care if it was love, lust or vengeance: You fucked her just the same; in my kitchen. I eat here, you son of a bitch! “

I stood up and took a step in her direction and said, “Paige, baby, you don’t understand.”

“Don’t you come near me. And don’t you ‘baby’ me, you mother fucker! You’re the one that don’t understand. You don’t understand me at all. I thought of all the people in the world, you were the one that did understand me.” She was beginning to tremble. “You told me you loved me. You’ve been lyin’ to me all along.” She threw her coffee at me. I ducked and the cup missed me but a lot of the coffee splattered on me. It was hot but I wasn’t seriously hurt.

I took another step toward her and said, “That’s not true Paige. I do love you, more than you’ll ever know.” She stood there, trembling, breathing hard and staring me down. She let me take another step. I was close enough to touch her or for her to slap me. I was about to reach for her when she spat in my face.

Paige turned and stomped out of the kitchen. I stood there for moment, listening to her footsteps fade and then her bedroom door slam, before I wiped her spittle from my face. I deserved every bit of it. I had brought all of that upon myself. I looked at the whiskey bottle on the counter and turned my head.

I went after her. I called to her from outside her door, “Paige, Sultangazi Escort you need to listen to me. I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.”

“Oh lucky me,” she replied through her closed door.

“I’m serious , Paige. I’ve been a fool, an idiot.”

“No shit!”

“Paige, I need you, and you need me.”

“I don’t need anybody, least of all you.”

“I need you and you need me to start that new life we’ve talked about.”

“Fuck you.”

“Seriously, Paige. It might have seemed impossible when all this started between us, but now…”

“Go to hell!”

“This could be our time. Just you and me Paige. I’ll never treat you bad again. We can find a place where nobody knows us and we can live together as a couple. It doesn’t have to be a legal marriage, but I’ll treat like my wife. I’ll be good to you, I promise.”

“Some husband you’d make,” her voice was beginning to soften.

“I haven’t been myself, Paige. We’re all goin’ through some strange shit right now. When all of this over, we could have the best years of our lives, together, me and you.”

“Just go away,” she said, in a much more subdued tone, and she repeated, “Just go away,” in a voice I could barely hear through the door.

I thought I heard Paige crying. I was sure I heard a sob. It broke my heart that she wouldn’t open that door and let me hold her. I walked away.

I got dressed and set about the duties that had been charged to me. I met with a probate lawyer, a representative of the airline, a real estate agent and Paige’s guidance councilor, that day. Paige should have gone with me, but I left her alone. I learned that Paige, my little hellion was actually very bright and quite a good student. She skipped a few classes and got into a bit of trouble at school, but she got good grades and tested quite well. All the faculty and staff loved her. The best news was, she could take her final exams, and test out of school at any time. She could walk with her class or they could mail her diploma.

When I left the school, I hurried back to the house. I walked in the back door to find Sarah, or what appeared to be Sarah sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of wine.

Paige had dressed herself in one of Sarah’s outfits. She wore a silky blouse that she left half unbuttoned and a short skirt, with hose and heels. I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had put on a little of Sarah’s make up, very understated, just the way Sarah wore it. Paige’s hair was longer than Sarah’s, but she had pulled it back into a ponytail, the way Sarah did when she was younger. The way Sarah had worn it when I first met her.

She stood up and looked me square in the eye and said, “Hi, glass of wine?” I was flabbergasted. It was scary. It was as if Sarah were standing in front of me, except the face was younger. It was the face that I had fallen for all those years before, the face that had broken my heart. And Paige had let her voice relax and fall into just a slightly deeper register. She sounded exactly like her mother.

“Sure,” I said. She walked to the counter and poured some wine into a waiting glass and handed it to me.

“Cheers,” she said solemnly in Sarah’s voice and raised her glass, staring me in the eye the whole time.

“Cheers,” I replied. “Well, the school said the you can take your exams as soon as your ready. And if you pass them all, your school year is done. They’ll mail the diploma.”

“Wonderful,” she said, “I’m sure Paige will be delighted.” At Escort Sultangazi that point it was getting too weird. She walked to the counter and poured herself another glass of wine. I looked her up and down from behind. She looked astounding. The skirt fit her tight little ass perfectly and her legs, in those hose and high heels, were unbelievable. I didn’t know who I was looking at. She had seemed no more than a child when I had arrived, then she had stepped out of the shower that Sunday morning, a woman. The tragic news of her mother’s death sent her retreating into the guise of the little girl again. Now here stood this woman, with a child trapped within. Was it the woman that I held that unrequited torch for all those years, or was it the girl that I had fallen madly in love with two weeks ago. At that moment, they were one and the same.

She turned and looked me in the eye again. This time I saw my Paige, my girl, my Baby. For an instant she had slipped out of character, but I watched as Sarah reemerged. She walked up close to me and I could smell Sarah. Paige smelled of vanilla and creme brulee. Sarah smelled of Tendre Poison. She gently placed her hand behind my neck and leaned in to kiss me. She would have had to tip toe, usually, but in her heels, she didn’t. I still had to bend my head just a little. I tenderly laid my lips against hers. Her mouth didn’t taste like Paige’s. Paige’s mouth had offered several flavors when last I had tasted her; liquor, sex, liquor and sex, my juices, her juices, toothpaste, fruit flavored lip gloss, coffee and sex, bubble gum and sex. She parted her lips and let my tongue enter this mature mouth which tasted of a woman’s lipstick and Chardonnay.

We kissed deeply. I didn’t couldn’t be sure who I was kissing. It felt familiar, but this “Sarah” was more reserved and more deliberate in her style of kissing than Paige was, still just as passionate. I let myself believe for a minute that I was kissing Sarah. I pulled her close and held her tight. This body was definitely familiar. I felt Paige’s breasts against my chest. But some how it was different. Paige would have gone wild and been all over me at that point. But this “Sarah” was smooth and measured. Where Paige burned bright and hot, this “Sarah” smoldered, just as hot, but dark and smokey.

I had backed her up to the table. I lifted her and sat her on the edge. Her skirt hiked up enough to let her legs spread. I slid my left leg between her knees. She started kissing my neck, wet kisses, up and down my neck. She bit my earlobe and whispered, “I’ve always known how you felt about me. I’ve felt the same way. Now, at last, we can have what we’ve always wanted.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was Sarah’s voice saying the things that I wished she had said, so long ago. But I knew these words were coming out of Paige. I wanted so badly to believe that it was Sarah, that I pretended that Paige didn’t exist. I found myself in a time and place where no one existed but Sarah and me.

“You can take me to my bed if you want. Or then again, you always wanted to fuck me on my kitchen table, didn’t you.” She’d hike her skirt up all the way to reveal that she was wearing only a garter belt beneath to hold up her thigh-high hose, with no panties. I picked her up and carried her to Sarah’s room.

I tore off the comforter and threw her on the bed. There were candles lit and the room smelled of Sarah’s perfume. I stripped my clothes off and she kicked off her shoes. I stood over her as she opened her blouse. She lay Sultangazi Escort Bayan trembling as I pulled down her skirt. She was still wearing her garter and hose, her blouse was open and her heaving breasts were exposed. There was no stud in this “Sarah’s” navel. Her pussy was wet and glistening in the candle light. I climbed on top of her. I pressed my mouth against hers and pushed my tongue past her wet, plump lips. She sucked my tongue as I kissed her.

My hard throbbing cock found her wet little pussy. She guided me in and I drove it all the way down. She let out a loud moan. “How do you like that?” I thought. This was not like making tender love to sweet little Paige. I was fucking Sarah. At last I was fucking the love of my life. I was fucking the bitch that had fucked my head up for all these years. Her pussy was tighter than I had expected, but all the better for me. I pulled back and thrust into her again. She thrust right back and moaned.

We started fucking hard. She was matching me stroke for stroke and moaning with each one. I looked down at her face and could tell that she was in pain, and I was glad. Still I couldn’t help but say, “God, I love you!”

She asked, “What’s my name, mother fucker?”

“Sarah.”

“Say it, mother fucker!”

“Sarah!”

“Say it all, mother fucker!”

“Sara! I love you, Sarah!”

To which she replied, “Fuck me, Daddy!”

I drove my hard cock in all the way again, with a lustful vengeance, and exclaimed, “I love you, Sarah!”

And she replied, “Fuck me, Daddy!” I drove my cock home again.

“I love you, Sarah!”

“Fuck me Daddy!”

And so it went for what seemed an eternity, until I felt her begin to tremble. Once she started to shudder, I let go with a massive load, that I drove deep down into her pussy, thinking, “There, bitch, that’s what you’ve been missing!”

She muttered, “Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh Daddy, oh…”

I looked down at her and could see tears stream down her cheeks. It was the face of my Paige, wearing her mother’s make up, which was now smeared and streaked with her sweat and tears. My heart melted. I was consumed with guilt. I had just fucked her mother as she watched. I wasn’t sure who Paige had fucked. I kissed her lips and she slapped my face. I pulled my shoulders back and pushed my dick as far into her as possible and let the last of my come drain as deep into her as I could get it. I felt the last of my filthy pleasure drain from me as well.

It wasn’t until then that I noticed the pain. My torn cock was ripped apart again.

When I had finished, I nearly collapsed on top of her. Once she had finished she pushed me off. I fell beside her.

“I want to have your baby, ” she gasped. I didn’t know if it was “Sarah” talking or Paige.

“You are one crazy bitch!” I said.

“I hate you, mother fucker!” she sobbed. It was Paige talking now. She had started to cry again. I pulled her close and she nuzzled into my shoulder. She began to weep and sob. She shed tears and slobber and snot all over my bare shoulder and chest. I loved every drop of it. I felt my cock getting hard again.

After a few minutes, her sobbing subsided and she her raised her wet, puffy face to mine and kissed me. It was the sloppiest, and the sweetest kiss we had ever shared. Then she whispered, so softly and tenderly, that even from inches away, I could barely hear her, “I love you. I don’t know why, but I’ve always loved you, and I always will.”

My little girl, my Baby, was back. “I’ll always love you too, Baby.” I pulled her close and held her tight. She cried hard for a while. I just held her and let it flow. Eventually, she ran out of tears. She lay there, trembling, sniffing and gasping to catch her breath, while I stroked her hair. A few minutes later she was asleep.We stayed in Sarah’s bed the rest of that day and all that night.

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Nayika Jaidev, her heart thumping with a rush of blood to the head, watched the salient figure on the bed at the far side of the dark room. The man was connected to a rectangular — now faintly beeping — portable oxygen concentrator that stood like some dystopian robotic sentinel beside the single bed. An oxygen mask on the man’s aging face rose at intervals like a boat bobbing on mild waters.

From the single dim yellow lamp that illuminated the room, Nayika could make out the man’s white dhoti (traditional Indian loin-cloth for men) which had moved away — due to the old man’s restlessness on bed — and exposed a generous bit of his thighs on both sides. Old Man Jaidev, 77 years of age, grandfather to Nayika, afflicted with severe asthma, lay asleep as her grand-daughter watched him with unholy speculation from across the room.

Nayika Jaidev, Indian-American, 19 years old, dusky complexion, medium height, spectacled and unshaved in the arm-pits, bit her lip as her grandfather shifted on the bed. She then shut the room door and tiptoed uneasily to her own bedroom across the dark hallway. Her parents and siblings were fast asleep and she felt a pang of anger and envy rise within her.

She was dating the Debate Club captain tomorrow and she required a dose of her ‘secret formula’ tonight. Her usual supplier — the gatekeeper of the local library was off on vacation and now she was in a dilemma over the sourcing of the ‘formula’. As Nayika watched herself in the mirror, caressing her nipples over the soft fabric of the pink polka-dotted pajama top, she realized that tonight was her only chance and as crazy as it might get to be, she would have to take the unspeakable plunge.

She brushed her hair back, pinning it into a bun and then moved to action. First, she applied a rich spray of a new deodorant (deodorant for men) to camouflage her body odor. Next, she undressed to the buck and massaged oil over her entire body so that Old Man Jaidev’s hands did not stick to one place for too long. Then she gulped a couple of Mentos mint dragees — precaution if Old Man Jaidev decided to kiss her.

With that, she quietly slipped back into the dark hallway, then into her grandfather’s room and locked the door shut. Oh fuck! My mask!, she realized and unlocked the door to go out again. She finally slipped on her rubber tiger mask from 3rd grade, surprised that it still fit her, before entering the room again.

Now even if the old man woke up to see his mysterious lover in the middle of the night, Nayika’s identity was well-protected.

She scampered to the bed, stopping at the edge. The old man had started snoring. Good for me, Nayika thought, that will drown out my moans. She giggled soundlessly.

She perched on the bed, eyeing the old man’s crotch and slid next to him so that she was now lying beside Old Man Jaidev. This better be quick, Nayika thought.

She placed her right hand on the man’s frail right thigh. A feeling of dread and pleasure passed through her. Her chest heaved as she felt her nipples dry up and a naughty tingle in her vagina. Old Man Jaidev’s skin was baby soft, hairless and a tad bit rubbery. As she slid her fingers to his penis, she could feel his breath getting faster and hotter on her face. Thankfully, Nayika prayed, he was still asleep.

Hope he becomes erect soon. And then I will jack him off. Nayika wondered aloud as she crept closer to her grandfather until her nipples felt his ribs and her face touched his earlobes. Though she hadn’t planned on it earlier, she now felt an irresistible urge to chew the old man’s lobes and kiss the side of his Tarabya Escort face. Down below, her fingers hit gold. She touched his aging penis and as she clutched it, it began to rise and harden in her grip. Though she had experienced this a couple of times with the gatekeeper down the block, it was almost other-worldly to feel her grandfather’s manhood coming to life in her hands.

She brought the fingers to her nose and took in the waft of a salty ginger twang — the smell of her grandfather’s cock. It intrigued her immensely and before she knew it she was chewing his lobes, her tongue and nose pressed into the man’s crumpled ancient skin. Meanwhile, down between his legs, Nayika’s fingers were now playing with a sagging sack of what felt like Indian spicy meatballs.

She brought her fingers back up, layered them with her spit and returned to the shish kebab — that was her grandfather’s cock. She squeezed the shaft, moving all the way to the head, where she felt the dickhole. The old man was now probably aroused and he began to groan in his sleep. At this, Nayika wrapped her right leg onto his and let the heat between the two bodies — one terribly young and the other horribly old — subside into each other.

As the pleasure quotient notched up a little more, Nayika let her fingers slide onto Old Man Jaidev’s flat bony belly and eventually resting on his shrunken nipples. Through the thin cotton fabric of his white vest, she sucked on the tiny delights. At that point, the old man opened his eyes, looked about, before finally locking eyes with the woman who was pleasuring him with sensations so intense that he almost felt guilty of having experienced them.

Nayika bit her lip again out of anxiety. Here was the man she deeply respected as her father’s father — a man who was widely seen as the community leader of the small Indian neighborhood in Jackson Heights, NY, a man who led the daily prayers at the mini temple down the street from the Jaidev’s. Images from her childhood flashed before her eyes as she stared at Old Man Jaidev — memories of her grandfather carrying her in his arms to watch the birds at the local park fountain, memories of him teaching her the lyrics of Bollywood film songs and now she was in bed with that very man, yearning to suck on his feebly throbbing penis.

Nayika felt tears well up in her eyes and a bizarre wave of remorse rose in her heart as she ducked into her grandfather’s crotch and placed his cock in her mouth. The old man groaned audibly and the sweetish sour taste of her grandfather’s cock seeped back into her mouth. An aroma similar to that of pickled onions invaded her nostrils and she indulged herself in it, taking a mouthful of the soft fleshy muscle into her mouth, licking its rim and playfully biting the skin of the shaft. Circumcised cocks were her favorite.

Old Man Jaidev chanted something that sounded like a prayer before spreading his legs wider. As Nayika proceeded to devour his modest scrotum, her spectacles came in the way. She had decided to wear them over the mask so that she could see his penis better, but now they had to go or she would risk breaking them in the event the action got wilder. She began with calculated tongue strokes over the flowy skin of the scrotum that was one of the largest she had ever seen and which reminded her of the ones she had seen in XXX clips of gay men making out.

As she swallowed one of the balls she imagined rasgullas (milk balls that are an Indian sweetmeat specialty) melting in her mouth. Hell, his balls even taste like rasgullas, she thought. Syrupy sweet.

As she slid her tongue back up the shaft of the cock, she Escort Tarabya could feel the blood gorging into the walls faster than before — this meant her grandfather was close to an orgasm and a little bit of kissing and licking around the pubes would do the trick.

So Nayika shifted to working the region below the old man’s cock. She let her saliva ooze out on the skin for that extra feeling of warmth before kissing and licking the lining all the way down to the anus. Her grandfather groaned again, louder this time but refrained from saying anything else. She took it as a sign that the old man was enjoying every bit of the action he was getting from this stranger — since he did not know it was his grand-daughter mouthing his tool down there.

When the old man began writhing and jostling suddenly, Nayika Jaidev knew he would cum anytime soon so she took the entire length of the man’s medium cock into her mouth and rolled it in a wash of her saliva. By now her face was all sweaty even though the air-conditioner was on and her top wet from the sweat on her grandfather’s thighs. She closed her eyes and rimmed the man with quick pecks of her tongue and this seemed to increase Old Man Jaidev’s restlessness. She kept at it while rubbing the shaft of the cock vigorously at the same time but then, out of nowhere, she felt a hand on her head. She looked up to see that her grandfather was now sitting on the bed and his oxygen mask was off.

Old Man Jaidev was hot and sweating profusely. He removed his soaked vest and Nayika saw his tongue wipe over his lips quickly. The man was clearly horny now. With a quick tug, off went his dhoti. He sat there naked and Nayika anticipated the worst to come.

“Nayika, I wanna fuck you baby”, Old Man Jaidev said in a nervous whisper and with that he pulled his helpless grand-daughter and pushed her to the bed. Nayika, both shocked and hurt, was unable to decide what was worse — the fact that her grandfather knew that it was her or the fact that she was now on the verge of losing her cherry to her grandfather.

The old man ripped off her cotton top with the ferocity of a mountain wolf and Nayika heard herself shriek in surprise. A coarse hand grabbed her medium brown-nippled right breast and squeezed it tightly. And before she could utter a single word, the old man hastily pressed his lips to hers and went straight for her tongue. Almost instantaneously, she tasted cigarette, betel nut and whiskey in her mouth. His acidic saliva mixed with hers as his tongue probed deeper into her mouth and their nostrils exchanged smells. In her lower torso, a hand was already scrounging in her pubic hair trying to locate the gate to paradise and when it entered, finger by finger, Nayika almost bounced in ecstasy so intense she thought she would faint.

Her grandfather sucked a finger, relishing her juices. Then he bent down and kissed her again. She took him in eagerly this time wanting to find out what she tasted like. A zingy carrot-like flavor hit her taste buds and she was disappointed. She had imagined she tasted better.

Her pajama trouser was the next to go and with that she felt goose bumps hit her exposed plump legs. The air cooled her wet pussy and that aroused her even more.

Old Man Jaidev sucked on her toes feverishly like a kid on a lollipop and left streams of his saliva flowing down her knees and ankles. The sight of this made Nayika hornier than ever and she found herself rubbing her hardened button-like nipples while simultaneously playing with her vagina.

The smell of wet bodies pervaded the room and the incessant sound of the oxygen concentrator added to the thrill Tarabya Escort Bayan of this passionate moment. Nayika watched her grandfather’s cock reach full length, hanging exquisitely from his groin like a ripe banana on a tree that will fall off with the slightest breeze.

The old man had an attractive penis and she observed how the capillaries showed and glistened on the wet skin of its shaft with the perfect mushroom head giving way to a fleshy hole on the top where she could make out the clear watery pre-cum waiting to flow.

Old Man Jaidev put his right hand behind him as he proceeded to lick and kiss the entire length of his grand-daughter’s left leg from the buttocks to the foot. When the hand returned, he placed one finger to Nayika’s nostrils and she was overwhelmed with the acrid smell of his anus and feces — a pungent leafy aroma that was very much similar to her own. Yet, the manliness of the fragrance titillated her to the point of sucking that particular finger clean. The look of awe on the old man’s face, when she sucked, was reason enough to warrant this sexual taboo.

And then without warning, his cock touched her pussy lips and she realized the inevitable was about to happen.

“No, grandpa, please don’t do it! I don’t want to end up pregnant!” she screamed. The old man paused for a moment, then jumped off the bed, fished under the mattress and brought out an old yellow party balloon that was almost the size of a regular condom. He applied spit on his cock, shagged it, then pulled the yellow balloon over it as Nayika watched, both amused and perplexed.

Before she could protest, he was already inside her and she felt the bristles of his grayish white pubic hair stinging her labia. A sudden acute current of paralyzing pleasure swept to her head and she shrieked as her hymen tore apart with the old man’s throttle.

A strange mixture of pain and orgasm attacked her in the following moments as her grandfather grabbed her hips and increased his tempo. His cock went in and out effortlessly and Nayika felt it filling the void that was her pussy. The old man, clearly built for long-lasting sex, then bent over her and softly kissed her on the neck and shoulders. By now, Nayika was panting in pleasure and for the first time, put her arms around her balding grandfather and pulled him closer to her chest.

The plopping sound of the cock ramming virgin pussy filled the room and as she watched the expression on the old man’s face change, she realized he was now ready to cum. Old Man Jaidev’s face contorted wildly as he breathed faster and faster. Nayika moaned all the while and though she suppressed the sound earlier worrying it may wake up her siblings, at this point now, she didn’t care. The orgasm was just too much to handle.

Soon enough she felt a tingling sensation of warmth in her vagina — one that seemed to be flowing and decided that her grandfather had finally given up his milk. The sagging of the old man’s chest and his calculated withdrawal confirmed this.

He threw away the fluid-filled balloon and heaved a sigh of much needed relief — the sexual workout tired him out and with his age, Nayika was surprised that he even lasted this long.

She quickly got off the soiled bed, picked up the balloon and her clothes and disappeared down the hall into her room. Once in, she locked the door behind her, emptied the semen into her hands and applied a generous coat on her face. She would let it remain there for about 5 minutes before applying another coat and then rinsing the face with cold water. This, she believed, would provide her with a glowy fair complexion come tomorrow, when she would hit the bowling alley with the Debate Club captain.

And yes, last but not the least, Nayika took the chance to taste a tiny serving of her grandfather’s thick creamy white cum and the next day when I met her at the bowling alley, she told me that it tasted like beaten yoghurt with a pinch of salt and sugar in it.

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Penny was a freshman in college and her mom and step-dad were out of town visiting relatives. Penny was home for the summer and excited about finally having the house to herself for the weekend! It was her first night alone and she went out with some girlfriends from high school, they had a few drinks at a friend’s dorm room and then Penny decided to head home, it was a pretty boring and uneventful night. Penny had no idea how this night would become one of the naughtiest and hottest experiences of her life.

Penny decided to keep drinking, she had a slight buzz already and she was excited and hyper about being home alone finally! She only wished she had a boyfriend at the time to keep her company, she’s been single for over six months now since her last break-up with Jake.

Now would of been the perfect time to have a boyfriend, when her parents are out of town! She started thinking about the last time she had sex with Jake, she felt her sweet pussy begin to moisten, just the thought of him made her wanna touch herself…

Penny was so horny but she realized she didn’t want Jake, she just wanted to cum! She wanted to feel pleasure and she’d decided give it to herself! She wanted to go looking through her parent’s room, she knew they had porn movies, she wanted to find them, she wanted to play with her pussy bad.

Her sweet little cunt was already wet but she wanted it wetter, she even wondered if her mom might have any toys?! She searched though their belongings and finally found the treasure chest! It was a red velvet box, typical of her mom to have it hidden in what looked like an antique jewelry box! Inside there were dvd’s, some toys and lube too.

“Guess tonight I might actually try a dildo!” Penny thought as she stared down wide-eyed at the big, pretty, pink glass dildo. But first, she thought, I wanna see wanna of the movies!

Penny sat down on the edge of her parent’s bed and began to watch the first movie. She was shocked at what she saw, it was one woman being fucked by four black men, and they were all huge, dark men! And their cocks were so huge too! Penny had only seen two dicks in her whole life and they didn’t look like those!

She was shocked but very curious and decided to try the next movie, this movie also had one woman but only two men, and they were each inside of her, at the same time! Penny was shocked, but so aroused, she felt the yummy wetness drool down to her thigh, she was actually wetter than she’s ever been before!

This movie Penny really liked, so she watched a little longer. Penny was so wet, so ripe, and so ready to explore her sweet little holes! She still couldn’t believe that woman could take two cocks like that! She didn’t even know people did that! But that woman, here she was, taking them both and she looked Taksim Escort so happy, she screamed in ecstasy, and moaned and looked very pleased!

Penny wanted it…bad…her juicy little cunt was craving cock! She actually became saddened that she had no boyfriend to fuck her. She decided to go take a bath, she’d masturbate with the water as she’s done many times before, and maybe she’d even try out that glass dildo of her mom’s.

Penny was a bit tipsy by this point, and while she was running her bath, she didn’t realize her step-father had come home. He’s a physician and he was called in for a medical emergency, so he had to leave their relatives place early for work.

Well, he’s home now! And Penny has no idea that while she’s upstairs in the bath, fucking herself with her mom’s toy, her step-father is coming up the stairs! Penny’s Dad can hear water running and was just gonna shout through the bathroom door to let her know he’s home. However, the door wasn’t closed, Penny had left it open a crack and her Dad peered in at her in the bathtub, she was unaware of him, and she was pumping the glass toy into her pretty pink cunt and furiously rubbing her clit with her other hand.

He was shocked, but he was also frozen…he should move, now…walk away, but it was gorgeous! This beautiful young woman, ample and tight, yet luscious and bouncy, she was a sight! Wet, bubbly, her round juicy tits were bouncing as she rubbed and fucked her pretty pink lips.

Her cute pussy poking out of the bubbly water, so pink, so beautiful… he realized his cock had grown hard as a rock! He couldn’t help himself, he had to keep watching, she didn’t even know he was there, she was too busy trying to fuck her little pussy, she was really struggling too, looked like she really needed a real cock inside her to give her what she needs!

He decided he’d just rub one out real quick, he was ashamed, disgusted with himself, this was his daughter! Step-daughter yes, but he’d raise her since she was a small girl, and now here she was, all woman, fucking herself in the tub! And here he was, big, throbbing cock in hand watching her and dreaming of shoving this huge dick into her sweet, tight little pink hole!

He already had pre-cum, this would be quick, he would cum real fast and Penny would never even know he was home. He’d sneak off and come back later, he thought as he was stroking, watching her. But the next thing he knew, his step-daughter was looking right back at him, stunned and shocked!

She actually looked scared and embarrassed then he saw her look down, and realized she had spotted his cock out, well at this point it was hard to miss!

“Dad!! What the fuck?!” Penny tried to cover herself with bubbles.

“Penny…I’m sorry…the Escort Taksim door…you didn’t close the door! And what the hell? Is that your Mom’s toy?!”

“Dad…what the hell to you?! Ummmm…isn’t that your hard cock hanging out?! What the fuck, Dad?!”

They both looked at each other and started to giggle. It was awkward, but there was still some sort of naughty, yet sweet sexual tension in the air.

“Um…I’m sorry Penny…excuse me…next time, please lock the door…and um, well…you looked amazing…gorgeous…you’re very lovely Penny…”

Penny blushed, she felt her cheeks grow red, and she felt more wetness between her legs, strange but even in the water, she could feel her slippery juices oozing out of her.

“Dad…wait…can you keep a secret? From Mom?” she asked him.

He walked over to her, his big juicy cock was still hard and now it was right above her face.

“It depends on the secret.” he replied.

Penny looked up at her step-dad, she wasn’t exactly sure why she did it, she just felt like it was what she wanted, she wanted to feel him, she wanted to be fucked, she wanted to cum, she wanted to be naughty. She didn’t say anything, she just put her mouth on his cock, no hands, she opened up as wide as she could and fit all of his cock in as deep as it would go.

He instictivly grabbed her head, he didn’t deny her, he began grinding into her face now, pumping his juicy cock deeper and deeper down her throat. She loved it, she wanted it, she didn’t care that this was her “Dad” all she cared about was feeling that huge, hard cock of his inside her.

She had never been this horny before in her life! She had never wanted a cock so bad! She kept sucking furiously, choking, gagging on her Dad’s cock, spit and drool falling everywhere, she had never had a guy fuck her face in this way, her Dad literally grabbed her head and bobbed it up and down on his cock, and she literally loved it all!

Her sweet, tight little cunt drooling with her warm sweet juices, he pulled out of her mouth. Penny stood up and stepped out of the tub, her Dad bent her over, he shoved his cock in hard and deep.

Penny cried out in pain, his dick was huge and it did hurt her at first, but at the same time it was the best feeling she ever had! It was so wet and juicy in her sweet pussy so it easily opened up and stretched for her step-dad’s big throbbing cock!

He had her bent over the bathroom counter, but now he sat down on the floor as he pulled her on top, facing Penny away from him he bounced her up and down on his fat dick, he reached an arm over and rubbed furiously on her swollen clit and before too long, he had Penny’s tight cunt squirting all over his cock and down his legs!

Penny was shocked Taksim Escort Bayan but in so much pleasure, of course, being all of eighteen years old, she had never squirted before in her life! Her Dad got down on his knees in front of her and started sucking and licking and lapping up all of the juices she squirted! He devoured her and licked her beautiful pink cunt! He drank every last drop, he loved it!

He slid a finger in and then he put a second in, he started finger -fucking her hard as he licked and sucked her clit…again…Penny’s sweet little cunt hole started squirting more! All over his arm and hands and his chest, he buried his face in it and once again lapped it all up again!

“Mmmmmm…yummmy…your little pussy tastes so good Penny…your sweet juices…so lovely, so tasty, so ripe you are…mmmmmm I could eat you for hours my sweet girl.”

Penny was in awe, she’d never felt anything like this! She had no idea that women could cum like that! She’d never squirted before and she’d only had an orgasm when she masturbated with water! But these things her step-father was doing to her, so fucking amazing.

She’s never had sex this way before! This was mind-blowing! And the things he said to her, she had chills from head to toe at the very idea of him eating her more! She wanted more than that even, so much more from her Daddy now!

But before he had a chance to dive back in and continue, they heard her mother yelling from downstairs!

“I’m home guys! Penny?! You home?” her mom hollered as she opened the front door.

They both quickly scampered off the bathroom floor, her step-dad hurriedly ran to the master bedroom down the hall and Penny quickly jumped back into the tub. She heard her Mom outside the bathroom door, knocking quietly.

“Penny, you in there? I’m home…we’re home early…Dad had to work…Have you seen him? His car’s here.”

Penny yelled, “Hi Mom! I um…been in the tub for awhile but I think I heard someone come in earlier!”

Penny scrunched down into the bath water and cringed, even now she felt her hot juices still dribbling out of her into the water. She could still feel her tight little cunt throbbing from her Dad’s fingers and huge cock stretching her open.

She hated to lie to her mom, but now she had done even worse than just lie to her mom, she had fucked her mom’s husband! Her own Dad! Oh my god, she thought to herself as she sunk down into the water and took a deep breath!

The worst part of all she thought to herself, is how badly she wanted more of her Daddy, she needed more, and she would get it too. Penny got out of the tub and began drying her body off, she was already day-dreaming about the next time she could fuck her Dad.

“Hey Mom, when are going out of town for that scrap-booking convention?!” Penny called eagerly to her mom. She giggled to herself, knowing her Dad must have heard the question!

“Next week”, her mom called back.

Penny smiled to herself. Only a week to wait until she’d squirt all over her Daddy again, she couldn’t wait.

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I remember a particular summer when the heat reached unbearable heights about fourteen or so years ago. I had proudly crafted the perfect scheme for my older brother Brad and I, who had been in search of any kind of relief from the relentless temperature. Our eccentric Aunt Karen just happened to live about six blocks away from where we lived. Despite not having any children of her own, she had a larger luxurious home with an enormous swimming pool. I was sure Brad and I could survive a brief walk to her place and reward ourselves with a quick dip. Neither one of us had a car at the time. We were sharing an old hand-me-down for the past four years until its recent and inevitable demise. Here we were in our early twenties still having to hoof-it just about everywhere. Brother loved the idea and the two of us changed into our bathing attire and set out on our quest. The heat beat down on us the second we stepped outside and we began to trek down the seemingly empty streets. It was way too hot for anyone to just exist outside on a day like this.

“I can’t believe it is this fucking hot outside today.” I whined aloud.

Brad chimed in. “I can’t believe it’s so far away to Aunt Karen’s house.”

“Stop bitching. It’s gonna be totally worth it and we’re almost there, trust me.” I said with pride.

Our tempers were gradually starting to flare as we tried to converse. Attitudes became progressively shittier between us which was more than likely from the Sun’s brutal torment.

“What the hell are you wearing anyways?” Said Brad with a huff.

“It’s my new bathing suit, duh!” I retorted. It was a teal two piece bikini with an optional swim-skirt that had a pocket for my phone.

“Well, it looks like a skirt, can you even swim in that?” Brad snorted.

“Yeah, and it makes my boobs and ass look super sexy!” I said as I briefly struck a pose causing Brad to roll his eyes.

I just shook my head and chuckled at my brother’s lack of any kind of fashion sense. He was only wearing some thin trunks after all. I did have to admire his shoulders as well as his arms that were now fully exposed and had tanned well. Anyone could tell he clearly kept himself in great shape and had reason to display his chiseled body proudly.

We had finally arrived at our Aunt’s house only to see her leaving in a hurry donning her usual business attire. She greeted us in haste.

“Well, hello you two!” Aunt Karen exclaimed. “What are you guys up to today?”

“It’s super hot outside and we were kinda’ wondering if we could use the pool for a bit?” I said sounding as pathetic as I could.

“Hmm…You can on one condition.” She said. Our Aunt was as flaky as she was gorgeous, but could be a bit of an opportunist at times and a slight favor was usually payment due.

“I’m in a huge hurry and I have a billion things to do at the office. I’m having a new washer and dryer being delivered later tonight but I have no where to store them until they can install them in tomorrow. I can put them in the garage but there’s a bunch of your Uncle’s old junk in the way. If you can clean it up and make some room, you two can have the pool for the entire summer for all I care.” She said in a dubious bargaining manner. I turned to gauge Brad’s opinion on the deal only to find him excessively nodding his head in agreement.

“I guess we have a deal Aunt Karen!” I chirped.

“There’s not much so it won’t take long. I have to scoot now I’m late, but you kids have fun!” Aunt Karen said as she locked the door to the house and jaunted to her car as her high heels clicked down the driveway..

As she sped off and honked, the both of us looked at each other with delight and then dread as we looked towards the garage. Who knew what kind of horrors awaited us inside? Brad opened the side door that was unlocked for some reason. Our Aunt could be a bit scatter-brained at times and easily distracted but that was just one of her quirks. I clicked the light on and the single bulb illuminated the dreary cement floor and all of its contents. There was no doubt that we had been swindled. Directly in front of the door were dozens of boxes with old papers, assorted rusty tools, and other various junk just heaped in a vast pile.

“There’s not much so it won’t take long…” Brad mocked sarcastically in his best Aunt Karen’s voice. “What have we agreed to?” he whimpered.

The two of us sighed and started plotting out exactly where to place all the unwanted items. We spotted a nice open area towards the very back of the garage. Unfortunately it was nestled between a death maze of old and crusty hand tools used for either gardening or mass murder.

“We can just haul all this crap out and put it on the floor over here.” Brad motioned with his hands. I agreed to just about anything at this point. We were indoors now but the heat situation wasn’t getting any better.

There seemed to be no decrease in the temperature as we started moving the never ending horde of boxes and stuff to its new home. An hour had gone by and we weren’t even at the half way point. Sirkeci Escort The two of us were completely drenched in sweat from head to toe. The only thing getting us through this ordeal was to focus on our ultimate reward when the task was finished. We decided to take a quick break for a minute and stopped moving only to hear each other panting in anguish.

I’m sure it was either the temperature or lack of water, but I just stood there and admired my brother’s frame as he was dowsed in his own sweat that glinted off the single light fixture. For some unknown reason, I was starting to have some impure thoughts about my Bro in the tawdriest depths of my mind. What girl wouldn’t after seeing a buff, half naked guy soaking wet glistening in the heat? I know he was my Brother, but couldn’t help but admire his physical form at the moment. After the brief pause, Brad had decided to take one of the heavier boxes by himself despite my warning. It was clearly too flimsy to manage by himself and I watched him fumble with it miserably.

“Here, let me help you.” I said putting my cargo down.

“I got this.” he stated smugly. “Besides, the sooner we are done, the sooner we can get wet.”

I bit my lower lip hearing him say “We can get wet.” What was happening to me? Why was I thinking like this? Fuck these perverted thoughts! They wouldn’t stop forming in my little depraved brain..

I stammered out “Y-y-yeah, get wet!” and quickly grabbed another small box to add to the new heap.

My determined Brother began to journey through the death maze in light of my warning. As predicted, I heard him shout out “Oh Shit!” At the same time as a loud ripping noise and a collision of metal.

“What was that? Are you alright?” I asked in a panic.

Brad sounded flustered “I’m fine, just don’t come over here!”

Now my curiosity was naturally peeked. I came to the spot where we had been dumping the freight and saw a piece fabric that matched his swim trunks hanging off of an old jagged edge of another lawn tool. I looked up only to see my brother desperately trying to keep what was left of his shorts together. There was no mistaking it, they were shredded and almost split in half! Brad was trying desperately to keep himself covered with the remaining cloth to no avail. This was the last thing I needed in my current horny school-girl state of mind. An afternoon of seeing my naked sweaty Brother flaunt himself about the rest of the day would send me into over-drive. He was clearly beyond embarrassment and I probably shouldn’t have erupted with laughter but I couldn’t help it. Brad saw me reach for my pocket.

“If you take a picture right now, I will kick your ass!” he shouted.

I stopped laughing and tried to look serious as I holstered my weapon.

“Your shorts are fucked! Now what are you gonna do? Aunt Karen locked the house and there are no clothes out here at all.” I said concerned watching him frantically trying to hide his naughty parts.

“Yeah, no shit.” He sneered. “You’re just going to have to walk home and get me some new clothes.”

“Fuck that!” I snarled. “I won’t survive another trip home and back.”

“I have an idea but you might not like it.” I said and quickly slid my swim-skirt down my sweaty legs. I had the lower half of my bikini still so it was hardly a sacrifice.

“Here put this on.” I said handing the garb to him trying not to giggle.

“You want me to wear your skirt? I ain’t wearing a skirt!” Brad warned.

I held it out one more time. “Then you’ll have to use one of these boxes.” I said with sarcasm. “No one will see you and I won’t tell anybody, I swear.”

Brad thought about it for a moment and reluctantly reached out to snatch the skirt from my hand.

“You better not say shit to anybody! And I don’t wanna hear any snickering either. Turn around you perv!” He stated pulling the skirt up to his waist casting the disheveled trunks aside. “I mean it, nobody!”

I really thought I would once again explode with laughter, but after seeing his cute little ass in my tight skirt I was kind of turned on. I agreed to his terms and we both continued moving the remaining cargo back and forth. Another half hour had gone by and we were officially more than half-way done. The end was in finally in sight. Every so often I would catch my self stealing glances of my Brother bending down to lift more stuff. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he were doing the same to me. I was now only wearing a bikini drenched in girl sweat. Admittedly it was a bit skimpy and displayed some of my best female assets especially without the skirt part.

I was getting a little concerned about the recent direction my thoughts were heading at a constant rate. Was I getting some type of cheap thrill seeing him in next to nothing? That’s when I noticed I could see the tip of his dick peeking out from under the skirt at times. Now I was doing some quick math in my head. Given the short length of the garment and the length of what was seen, made my heart start to pound as I came Escort Sirkeci to the only conclusion. Answer: It had to be huge! My brother’s junk kept making random appearances and now it was all I could think about. It was decided, I just had to see it in full and an Idea started to formulate in the more nefarious parts of my mind .

I grabbed my phone that I had hidden before handing over my skirt and waited for the perfect opportunity. I snapped a picture of him as fast as I could from behind but forgot about the ‘click’ sound the camera made.

“What was that?” Brad murmured. “That had better not be what I thought it was!”

He whirled around and started toward me and I quickly shoved the phone down the front of my briefs causing him to back off immediately.

“I’m serious, you had better not show that to anybody! Delete it right now!” He scolded.

“I will” I said with a dubious tone. “If you do something for me.”

Brad looked puzzled. He soon realized that he was in no place to make any demands and seemed kind of obedient and docile. He politely asked. “Okay, like what? Do your chores or something for a week? What do you want?”

Still smirking, I motioned downward and pointed toward his nether region. “I Can see your you-know-what down there.” I said softly.

“Sorry.” Brad scoffed. “Next time bring a longer skirt. And stop looking at my junk anyways, weirdo! How would you like it I just stared at your big tits all day?”

“You think I have big tits?” I asked in complete flattery.

“Well yeah, it’s kinda hard not to notice them in that little bikini.” He stated turning a shade of red after an awkward pause. “They are very, Hey! Don’t change the subject! So what is it that you want in order for you to erase that fucking picture?

I focused my eyes at his crotch and murmured “I want to see it.”

Brad looked surprised which turned into a look of confusion at my request. The thought of having my own personal butler was enticing for a moment, but I was hellbent on seeing the full length of my Brother’s manhood instead.

“You want to see my dick, your own Brother’s dick?” He asked arrogantly.

“Yep, that’s all I want. I don’t know why so don’t ask me, I just do.” I responded.

Brad paused for a few more seconds. “And you will delete that shit off your phone for good?”

“Cross my heart.” I said gyrating my hand around my chest.

“That’s it?” he asked once again. “A look?”

I thought briefly. It seemed as though I was the one making demands so why not go all-in? “…Hard!”

“Hard? you want me to get hard for my Sister?” He sputtered. “And how am I supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know, do you want to see my tits or something?” I asked as I started undoing my top from the back.

“No, no I don’t need to see my little Sister’s tits.” Brad had a glint in his eye and narrowed his gaze to MY crotch now and began to smirk. I think he was slowly getting into it.

“You want to see my pussy? Your own Sister’s pussy?” I taunted.

“It’s only fair. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Brad chuckled.

This was no big surprise. Growing up together, we had seen each other’s privates on many occasions. In the shower, in the pool, getting dressed, it happens. We used to play “I’ll show you mine” all the time as most kids do. One time, I actually let him put his finger in my pussy just so we could see how it felt. We were older now and we both knew better. We were no longer curious children and this wasn’t as innocent as it used to be.

It was only fair I suppose. At that particular time I would have given anything to see his hammer fully erect. I began to rationalize this demand for the exchange of inappropriate glances was due to to the rising heat and it’s affect on the two of us. Normally, such a conversation would NEVER take place between two ordinary siblings, but we were too hot and miserable to give a damn. I leaned back on one of the wider work benches and sat with my knees bent and brought both of my feet up on the ledge of it. Brad’s skirt started to ‘tent’ upwards and would soon escape its confines completely like some sort of curtain before the show began. I motioned downwards at my briefs with my eyes and back up at my Brother.

“Oh, you want me to do it?” he said with a smile as if he didn’t know.

“Yeah, that way I won’t feel like a total slut.” I said with a laugh.

Taking my subtle hint, Brad inserted the tips of his fingers on either sides of the remaining half of my bathing suit and slid it down my sweaty thighs.

I spread my legs a little further apart to give him a better view of my wondrous snatch. I had freshly trimmed the area in anticipation of trying out my new swimsuit today. Brad’s eyes were now transfixed on my groin and as promised, he lifted the remainder of his skirt exposing his predicted great length in full. It was magnificent indeed. I had never seen one of this girth and length in real life. Maybe I did in a dirty magazine or video I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to Sirkeci Escort Bayan see. It was truly mesmerizing the way it just hung there and defied gravity. Part of me wanted to reach out and grab on to it, but I had to digress. The two of us didn’t say a word and remained motionless for almost 30 seconds straight. Finally, Brad dropped the front of his skirt back down and the trance was broken.

“You good?” he asked with a grin.

All I could do was nod in agreement. I stood up and slid my bottoms back over my ass. As promised, I removed the picture I had taken right before his eyes so there was no evidence of his brief cross-dressing experience. The two of us went right back to moving the rest of the boxes like it had never happened. Neither one of us said a word but could sense the stolen glances we gave one another. I could still see his tool peeking out when Brad moved a certain way. Now I found myself bending over in an exaggerated fashion so he would have no choice but to ogle my goods again. After another twenty or so minutes, the forbidden urges were coming back to me tenfold. Seeing my Brothers hard-on it was all I could think about. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I stopped cold in the middle of toting a large box and turned to him. “Can I see it again?” I spoke with much shame.

To my surprise Brad answered. “Only if I can see yours again. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I didn’t waste anytime and sat back up on the tool bench with my knees up like before. Once again, I felt Brad’s hands around my hips and yanked my suit down and off faster this time. His unit was instantly stiff at the sight of my now glistening pussy. My head and chest was pounding and I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I had to ask.

“Can we try it?” I said meekly.

“Try what?…You mean put this in you, in your?” brad asked still stunned.

“Yeah, just for a second. I have never had anything in me that big before and I just want to see how it feels.” I pleaded.

“You want me to fuck you?” Brad said with a more than sarcastic tone. “No way. You’re my sister and this is weird enough. We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

Now I was getting down-right insistent. “I didn’t say FUCK me, just stick it in one time to see how it feels.” I said bashfully.

“Yeah, that’s called fucking!” Brad said mocking me.

My Brother stood there in contemplation not saying a word.

“Please!” I begged. “I won’t tell a single soul, I just want to see how it feels in there.” and I batted my big brown doe eyes at him with even more intensity

Rolling his eyes, Brad agreed. “You know this isn’t my finger this time, right?”

I smiled like a cat that just caught a mouse. “You know you want to.” I said squishing both of my breasts together.

Brad said nothing after and gave his shaft a few strokes. he came closer and put one hand just below my belly and one around the base of his dick. I closed my eyes and as he drew closer then I felt a searing pain in my lower half. I realized that it was Brad’s enormous cock penetrating my vaginal opening. It felt like it was never going to stop entering my body. I could feel every pulsating vein of his huge cock pushing itself deeper inside my cavity. I wanted to scream as it hurt a lot feeling my tight cunt getting stretched to the limits around my own Brother’s engorged shaft. The pain was quickly replaced with a sensation of complete bliss. Brad’s cock was making its way up the depths of my chasm and it felt wonderful. I was panting and whimpering the whole time as he slid his unit completely inside me as far as it could go.

“You okay?” Brad asked softly.

“Yeah, it feels really fucking good though.” I said panting. “Its so deep in me!”

Brad smiled. “Does it hurt?”

I felt like I was going to pass out. “It did at first but now it feels so FUCKING GOOD!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, it feels pretty fucking good on my end too.” He said with a smile.

Just then, Brad withdrew his cock from my cunt and I could still feel my moist pussy lips stretched apart and still hanging open. I was saddened and immediately wanted more. Could I really fuck my own Brother? I imagined what it feel like having that sensation running through me over and over again. But I had to keep myself in check. This was the very definition of incest and deep down I knew it was wrong. The two of us just smiled at each other and stared to finish up the remaining boxes of junk. At long last, our goal was just moments away. But none of that mattered to me anymore. I was obsessed with getting Brad to fill me up again. Now I wondered as to what would happen if I just openly threw my self at him with my absolute consent to fuck his Sister.

Ten more minutes of work had passed since our encounter. I couldn’t bare it any longer and I decided to send out the invitation to him and see how he would respond. My slick little cunt was aching to be filled again. Slowly, I removed my top and slid my bottoms off and stood there completely naked. I spread my legs apart and simply bent myself over the top of that work bench. I swear, I could feel my own pussy drip all the way down the inside of my quivering leg. I waited a few seconds and Brad finally spotted me. As predicted, he wasted no time and raced up behind me. I saw the skirt hit the floor and that instant felt that same searing pain in my vagina again.

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Mark was a well built young man, he was the star of the football team, and he could have any girl in the school. He had everything it seemed, he was captain of lacrosse, football, baseball, and soccer. He was strong, gorgeous … but he was always depressed, he faked being well, even his parent’s didn’t know he was always depressed, and always was no exaggeration. From when he got up, till when he went to bed he felt like shit, he smiled, but was lying. He hated his life, every moment of it.

On the other hand we have David, Mark’s twin brother, they were identical ‘supposedly’ but David was really the exact opposite, sure they both had the same good looks, you wouldn’t think they were anything but twins. But Mark was a full half foot taller than David. David was weak, he had never even tried to go out for any sports, there was no point. He didn’t need to be let down like that. Nobody at school liked him, the closest thing he’d ever had to a girlfriend was some girl he had hooked up with over the internet, who had ended up being a 43 year old woman out of Detroit who had been nice, but … just hadn’t been right, not to mention she was very illegal for him to even date. Not only did were they physically different, but David was also in a good mood, you could kick him in the balls and he’d smile at you, tell you he understand. Be nice, maybe it was why everybody walked on him. But he didn’t mind, he was happy with his life, he liked himself.

They had things in common other than the main looks thing, they were both quite intelligent, David’s IQ had clocked in at 198 and Mark’s at 178, there was a big difference sure, but both were well over the average. They had had two great parent’s until last fall, when their father had died … it had been horrible. Te whole family had been close, it had been a burglary, at the house. It had been late at night, around two in the morning when their father had heard a noise downstairs, he’d gone to investigate, but that wasn’t when he was shot. He’d grabbed a bat, and when the burglar spotted him he said “Freeze”

Their dad wasn’t stupid, he was rigid and silent in a moment. The burglar chewed his lip, frowning. “Turn around and start walking, go to the room of any kids you have, one at a time” The burglar followed as their father first went to Mark’s room. “wake him up, no funny business or your both dead.”

Mark’s father shook his awake. “Mark wake up son, shh, stay quiet, just get up and do exactly what I say, everything will be fine I promise.” Mark spotted the gun toting burglar, and he nodded. They were then led to David’s room, here the same thing happened, essentially.

“Alright, pop, kids. Let’s go to daddy’s room.” They nodded, the burglar was masked so they couldn’t see his face. They complied and sighed, maybe mom had heard them and was hiding, but no she wasn’t, she was waiting in bed for their father, Ron.

“Ron? What wa-” But she was cut off when their sons then the man walked into the room. “Ron, Ron what’s going on.”

“Stop Şişli Escort Bayan fucking talking, everybody naked, I’m not going to do some sick shit, I just want it harder to get away.” They hesitated. “NOW!” He hollered at them, and they stripped from the pajama’s, the men all in simple boxers and a t-shirt, except mark who was just in boxers. Their mother was reluctant, Susan is her name.

“Please, don’t do this” She begged the man.

“Shut up fucking cunt.” He hit her, in the head with the but of the gun, she cried out in pain. His father lunged at the man. Who was turning … six bullets were emptied into his chest. He lost his nerve then, he let out a “holy fucking shit” and ran, but it was too late, the act was done. Ron was dead.

That was 9 month’s ago, they had grieved, their mother still grieved, sometimes Susan could be found taking care of their father’s prize winning roses, tears streaming down her cheeks. But she kept them up, refused any help offered, whether by a son, a neighbor, or a friend. “No,” she would say, “They where his favorite thing other than his family, and I will take care of them, as I take care of his family” She did take care of the family, she had at first taken a night job to make up for it, when they got the life insurance she stuck every penny of the $500,000 into the bank, for her children’s education, her retirement, and maybe the down payments, on both of her son’s first houses. She kept working for their day to day living. Eventually she got a better job, was able to quit the night one, she made enough to live a rather comfortable, and was slowly adding to the money already in the bank. Hoping to make it so that her children would never have to work when they were past thirty or so. She wanted her to boys to have great life’s.

It was a Saturday, and Mark had had practice for whatever sport was in season that morning, but he had the rest of the day free, from around noon until he needed to get to sleep, he didn’t know what to do, the current Girlfriend was in New York visiting relatives with her family, if he ever found out what she was doing on that visit with Mike, her sixteen year old cousin, perhaps he wouldn’t feel so guilty about what happened that night.

“Hey, mom,” He said knocking on her door, and then pushing it open. He froze, staring at her naked form. She had been in the midst of changing, not knowing he was home, and knowing that David was still in bed, she had taken a few minutes to admire her form, and … had gotten a bit of admiration from her fingers, she was mid climax when he opened the door. Her back arched and she came … he could see the juices on her legs. He felt his cock staring against his jeans, and slammed the door. “Fuck, sorry mom, so so sorry.”

“Oooh” was all his response a first, as she came down from her climax. “It’s okay Mark, you can come in now” It was almost a minute later, she had put on a nice robe, silk, that still leant him a view of her still aroused nipples. Escort Şişli She wasn’t the best looking woman, but she was still pretty good looking, her backside was a bit flat, and her hips a bit wide. Her breasts sagged, but not so much that she looked old really, in a bra she could pull of 25, at her 39 years of age.

Mark pushed open the door. “I’m really sorry, I should have knocked mom, I just … didn’t think I’d walk in on you” He swallowed. .. he couldn’t say it.

“Masturbating? Did you think I don’t do it? It’s nothing to be ashamed of, I know you do it. You think I don’t hear you ‘oh, oh fuck .. .gawd, yes’s coming from the bathroom, or you bedroom when you do it? It’s nothing to be ashamed of Mark. What did you want to talk with me about?” He was a bit taken aback, his parents had both been open about sex, had bought both their supplies of condoms. But this was a bit much.

It took him a moment to compose himself. “Oh yea, I don’t have work, or a date, or any parties tonight, do you think the three of us could just maybe .. .sit down to a dinner? I’m sure David isn’t busy”

“Hmm” She pondered the idea, “Sure, did you want me to cook something? Maybe the enchilada’s you like so much? Or … tostada’s? Or maybe just hamburgers? chicken?”

He chuckled, “I was thinking we make a night of it, all of us work together on making some dinner, then sit down, eat … get a PPV movie maybe?”

“I think I like that idea, go find your brother and tell him, I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a half hour to flesh everything out … Then we can all go to the grocery store, we need to anyway, get what we need … and then come back here and cook and eat and watch a movie.”

“Sounds good,” And Mark smiled, a genuine smile, it did sound good. He loved his mom, and despite disagreements that where often had, he loved his brother. Tonight would be fun.

It was about ten minutes later when Mark went to knock on David’s door, “Hey David, wake up” He called through, pushing it open, his calling had not awoken his bother. SO he smirked, and decided to play with him. He was in an uncharacteriscally good mood, he had a very good feeling about tonight. He crept forward slowly, his brother was sleeping in boxer’s only, he was nicely chested, he wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t muscled, he was skinny though … and defined. His brother got down on his knee’s next to the bed … slowly he slid the covers away from his brother, careful not to wake him … his hand moved gently, and he managed to slide his brothers morning arousal out of the front of the boxers.

Mark was Bi, nobody knew it … nobody, not a single living soul, not even him. His plan had been simple, he was going to get a sock, place it on his brother’s cock, and then he was going to squeeze until his brother woke, hopefully hiding away under the bed before he figure out who it was. But … something just went off in him, as he stared at his brother cock, which had had to admit was bigger than Şişli Escort his own, Mark wasn’t small, he had about six inches of meat when he was fully erect, it was wide though, and one of his girlfriends had told him she felt like she was going to break part he was so wide. But David, David was wide, and he was about nine inches long, well, at least now that Mark’s hand had made him fully erect.

“Oh, gawd” Mark whispered, his own cock straining against the shorts he had worn to practice, he bent forward, and wrapped his mouth around David’s arousal. There was a moan from the top of the bed, but … he didn’t seem to be waking, slowly mark began to move up and down, a few more soft moans from David. Mark couldn’t help it, he pushed his shorts down and sat up somewhat, beating off with one hand, the other holding David. His head slowly gaining pace as he gave his first blow job, he was good at it, a natural one might say. And soon David was awake, and was pushing up with each push down his brother gave.

“Slid up here” He moaned out. “I’ll take care of yours, oh, oh … suck my cock bro, suck my cock.” Mark had to stop a moment, to get up on the bed, and straddle his brother face, he let out a moan around David’s cock as he felt his own slide into his brothers mouth, unlike mark, David had had a bit of experience with this. He didn’t think of himself as gay, but … when the only woman you’ve dated is forty and lives in another sate. Then you tend to, experiment with your friends, but he’d only given a couple blow jobs, and a lot of hand jobs.

“Suck me, suck me” Cam Marks half gagged voice. As his hips pushed his cock deeper into his brothers mouth, “Oooh … fuck” his voice too loud.

“OOOOH FUCK!” David’s voice way too loud, but neither cared as they both drank down the other’s load, their hips jerking around, their body’s arching and pressing into each others. Not that it mattered if they were loud, at the first oh, gawd from Mark their mom had been outside, she had been passing at the time of the word’s and peaked into to see, well, what she saw. She couldn’t believe her eye’s. When they came, she dashed down stairs, running to the guest bathroom she got up on the counter, over the sink, and fucked herself with two fingers until her legs were again stained with cum. She used the sink to splash cold water there. Hoping to cool herself off. It kind of worked.

Upstairs David and Mark were cleaning the cum from each other’s mouths and cocks. “I can’t believe I finally got to suck you” Whispered David, now being conscious of their mother being home. “I’ve dreamt of it for the longest time” He reached over and gently played with his brother through is pants.

“Look, David, this isn’t going to happen again, it was a one time thing, I’m not a fucking Fagot or some shit.”

“I’m not gay either … it’s just pleasure Mark, shit … stop being such a fucking close minded jock” That got him a fist in the stomach.

“Shut the fuck up, and get your ass downstairs in ten minutes, mom needs to talk with us.”

Mark was balled over, but he spat out the words. “Don’t you mean nice tight ass?” He always egged on his brother, thought it was dumb, this time Mark just ignored him, because. .. that had been what he had thought. He frowned, he wasn’t gay damnit!

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My name is Paula and my son Paul pleasured his Peter inside my pussy with perfect performance and pleasing passion while his brother Phil watched. Phil will probably soon participate with a hard pounding penis. I will permit this. I want this, I need this. If you want to know how this all happened please partake in my following story.

A long time ago I married Percy and life was pretty good but our sex life started to lack passion. We both were working very hard to make ends meet and pay for my education. We had two kids, Paul and Phil, our sexual contact became rarer and less pleasing though always a pleasure. This was plenty for me because we were parents and partners.

Neither Phil nor I were virgins when we got married, I had lost my virginity to an older guy named Perry in the back room of a pizza shop bent over a box of pepperoni when I was just 18. And there were plenty of others until I met Percy. Once with Percy I promised to only please him with my pussy and that was plenty.

Percy and I settled in a pattern and played one position sex which was pleasing but very standard. I was finishing my pharmacist degree when I found that Percy had met Polly and was playing patty cake with her. That was very painful and Percy and I parted ways. After our parting I lived with my two boys raising them as best I could.

I later found out that Percy liked Polly to pee on his penis which I would have done for him if I had known. I found this out from Paul and Phil when they had Percy and Polly over to see if they would be interested in joining our family fun. Polly I think was interested but Percy couldn’t handle it and that was just as well by me.

So back to the story, after the split I was over accepting boring sex and on the weekends that Percy took the boys I started to play with men. I did not want to be hurt again by another parting like the one with Percy. So I started to play. I found men to be plentiful and I tried never to have one long enough for the sex to lose passion. I love to be plowed. I found that 3 nights was best with them because after three sex lost it zest with most men.

I liked to play and sometimes found that some men would bring friends, the first few brought women but later some brought male friends. I enjoyed all as long as it was passionate. I prefer cock but pussy is fine. I am not that great at oral but I loved when a men took turns pounding my pussy. I had no problems and liked to provide seconds and once in a real fun night I provided thirds.

I never lied to my sons but I never put it in front of them. Sometimes if I found a passionate or pleasing man I would keep him for long enough that my sons would meet him but once passion faded I would quickly move on. My sons knew I played. And for most of the men, they never met them, as they were not interesting enough to get past the three nights rule.

If you are wondering I am plain, a little bit pretty but not beautiful. I can dress up well enough to be admired in public. I am thin but not starved. I have breasts that are not large nor small but they are perky even though I used them to feed two boys and my ex-husband (he loved to drink from my faucets and the reason that I believe that he wanted another child was my breasts had dried up from the first. I am 5’6. I weigh 115lbs. I try and keep fit. I have hazel eyes and brown hair. My teeth are straight and well-formed though one is missing in the back. I keep my legs shaved and my pussy hairless. At the time of this writing I am 46 years old. My boys say that I am a MILF (I didn’t know what that meant until recently). My look to their friends is supposedly as a MIFL that it seems possible to play with unlike the ones that you know you can’t have.

I have lost count of the peters that have been placed in my pussy. I am always fascinated by the different shapes and sizes that they come in. I want a man to need me and I want to feel that need. I love when they take me and use me. I prefer to be fucked than to be made love to though both have their time and place. Plow me hard and please yourself and I will experience plenty of my own pleasure. Spend your time trying to please me and I will enjoy but I will not be totally pleased. I like to be plowed hard with need and passion. I will squirt when plowed never when pleasured. I love to squirt.

So I raised my sons and Paul moved out joined the Army and went to war as his platoon’s combat medic. While a mother is never supposed to say this, Paul was my favorite, he had a stable confidence and was very handsome. He also was very good a finding girlfriends, usually rich sophisticated girls from the local riding schools. I always have hoped that he would have room for me in his home when I was old and retired.

Phil, my second, and three years younger was different, scrappier, not as confident, bolder but more scattered. He went though many phases from goth to nerd, from athlete to radical while growing up. He always had a girlfriend that were always named Patience. I Tarlabaşı Escort don’t know how he managed that but he did. And they were always pretty. And it was Phil that opened Pandora’s Box … well in this case Pandora’s Pussy.

After Paul was gone Phil decided that he wanted to join the armed services also but he was going to outdo his brother and become a Marine as they were rougher tougher and real men. Did I mention that my two boys were always in competition? Grades, girls, guns, gas guzzlers, guts, were just a few of the things that they always competed about.

After Paul moved out Phil had gotten engaged to his latest girl Patience and she would often spend the day and night with us at my house. I didn’t bring many men home but I was seeing a very passionate married man named Pat and he and I would play in my bedroom. With that relationship moving into the house I started to let Phil have his playmate over on the weekends as I wasn’t spending time with him anymore and I knew that he was playing with his putting his peter into Patience. They were both 18. I preferred them to play indoors then places where they might end up in trouble. Plus Phil kept taking my towels and not bringing them back. My pile of towels had become rather flat.

We had a huge party for Phil when he joined the Marines and that night Pat and I sat in the living room after the party pooped out listening to Phil pleasure Patience. Patience was very loud. Their love making made me quite horny. I was surprised how much hearing my son pleasure his girlfriend turned me on. So I pulled Pat down and he and I went at it on the living room floor. We then got up and Pat bent me over the couch. I was looking out the window while Pat was pushing his peter in and out my pussy when a face looked in my bay window from the outside. It was Peggy, Pat’s wife. Peggy did not like seeing Pat’s Pecker in my pussy at all and she was not pleased in fact she was quite pissed.

Well to say the least nobody was pleased and nobody could be placated. Pat left with Peggy, Phil and Patience had seen the while nasty scene and I was very put out. You can only imagine how ugly the whole situation was and once Pat and Peggy went away the rest of us parted to sleep.

I had an old friend Preston that wasn’t very passionate but he was pleasant and as I was really missing Pat I started to have Preston sleep over because Pat wasn’t being allowed out of Peggy’s sight and so couldn’t come play with me. I needed someone around as I wasn’t in the mood to go see what else could be found and I couldn’t take listening to Phil and Patience when I had nothing.

About six weeks before Phil was to leave for Boot Camp he started to come into my room at night when Patience was at home with her mom. He would lay outside my covers and fall asleep. Sometimes I could feel him get hard but he never tried anything. I talked to Preston about this and he said well Phil is leaving you and is probably pretty scared though he will never say it. He also probably has some interest in you as all boys do at some point about their mother. Preston thought that it was quite hot and actually pumped his penis into me quite well that night.

Because of Preston and hearing Phil and Patience go at it I started to think more about Phil in a sexual way. I also knew that Phil has quite a long dong from just being a Mother. In fact Phil hung a good two inches lower than his bother Paul but Paul had much bigger balls.

I don’t know why but two weeks to the day, before the first day of boot camp, when Phil came in to cuddle with me I lifted the sheets so that he was under the covers with me. I didn’t plan, at least I think that I didn’t plan anything more than closer cuddling. I just wanted to comfort my son.

That evening I lay on my back and Phil was on his side turned to me. Phil curled into me laying his head on my chest. I kissed the top of his head and with my arm I rubbed his back gently. I guess I didn’t notice that my breast was exposed and Phil started to gently suck on my nipple. As soon as his lips touched my breast my pussy soaked. I could smell the sex which only made me want it more. I moved away from him and he started to pull back. I wasn’t going to let him go away. I needed to have sex. I pushed his head to my beast with one hand and reached down and wiggled out of my PJs with the other. I then pushed him over onto his back reached down and pulled his pecker out of his underwear lifted myself over him and slid him in. It wasn’t slow it wasn’t playful, I was soaked and I wanted that hard meat in me right then! I don’t like to be on top much, I like to be under, in front, and in any position in which the man is doing the driving. Those are all the best by me, though all and any sex is good. But I was getting that thing in me one way or the other right then and now.

All Phil said was “wow”. And then he won me. He flipped us over and pile drove into me. I was cumming within moments, he didn’t give me Escort Tarlabaşı time to relax he just kept driving in. He was hitting my cervix cap and then something I had never felt happened, he entered my cervix and I screamed in pleasure for the first time ever. Phil then came into me, his back arched and he bucked pumping, pumping his peter into my pussy. I was squirting, fluids everywhere. The bed was socked. I don’t believe that this first time took more than minutes but it felt like hours.

I didn’t want him to pull out and I locked my legs around him. My room was dark I couldn’t see him but I could feel him growing soft. Finally I let him pull out because the bed was getting cold and wet under my ass and back. I pushed on him and said “we need to move the bed is to wet to stay”.

He got out of the bed reached down and picked me up turned me right side up. I am not sure how he did it but next thing I knew he had planted me right onto the hard stake that he had again between his legs. He held me in the air my legs wrapped around him and took me again. I squirted all over his belly as he took me the second time.

When he was finished he put me down and stood for a second leaning against him, then I slid to me knees in front of him and took his pecker into my mouth. I am not good at oral sex with a guy, though I like to try. Like everything I just want it pumped into me, even my mouth but this time I wanted to taste. I could taste me and him and I liked it. I licked his peter and his balls until he started to grown hard again. He shoved my face into his crouch and his cock went into my throat. I was gagging and having a orgasm at the same time. It didn’t matter to me it felt so good. He pumped into my mouth and I loved it. He was so hard it was rough, my nose was running, my eyes tearing, and I was almost puking but I was in heaven. It was so amazing.

He pulled out of my mouth flipped me onto the bed turned me face down and entered me from behind. My face was in the wet spot that we had left behind and I rubbed the goo off my face and into the sexual mess. He then drilled me, taking full ownership and I came again and again. Nothing mattered but that driving force. Phil was insatiable the rest of the night though he fucked me raw and I was in heaven. As the sun came up he finally fell asleep, somehow, we had ended up in the living room and he lay half on the couch as I pulled myself away.

I was so sore. I could barely move. I hurt. I was in a fog. I had never felt this sore even that time I had three in my pussy in a row didn’t leave me like this. I don’t know how many times he pounded me but I was totally sexually satisfied for the first time in my life. I went into the kitchen completely naked, fluids still running down my legs and I stood in front of the kitchen sink for I don’t know how long with a stupid smile on my face. Phil and I had not said anything the whole time that I haven’t already said in this tell all. It was all primitive sex and I loved it.

I finally started to cook, potatoes, port sausage patties, and pouched eggs. When my son came into the kitchen. I didn’t know what to say and nor did he but he walked up to me and put his arms around me and leaned over my face with his and kissed me. My knees when weak and I slid down again kneeing in front of him, of course I put his beautiful tool in between my raw lips. He didn’t do anything this time but let me suckle his cock. I who never liked to do the work only wanted to please him. It was a fat cock with a very nice helmet, truly 8 to 9 inches in length. It was big enough to fill my mouth in girth and I worked to keep my teeth form damaging him. I was so happy when he came into my throat and then into my mouth and I felt stream after stream of semen as his beautiful tool enlarged and contracted pumping more and more, I could not swallow it all and a large amount spilled out running down my chin and dripped onto my chest.

He pulled me back up and rubbed his hands over me spreading his seed all over my chest. And finally spoke “Breakfast ready yet Mom?” is what he said.

We ate naked at the table. We didn’t talk while eating but I pushed my chair next to him and touched him often, I had a need to feel him and insure that he was real. He cleared the dishes and came back; pulled me out of my chair turned me around so I was bent over the table and entered me again. I wasn’t wet this time, it hurt, it hurt like hell and I came and came and then when he came again I squirted all over the table. When he was finished I slumped into a chair. He bent over the table and with his tongue cleaned up the fluids that I had sprayed there. It was all so surreal and I loved it.

I came again watching him do that. It was then that I knew he now owned me. As long as he could fuck me like that I would do anything that he asked of me, anything. I knew I was gone. I believed it was wrong but I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. I wanted him in me again. And I could tell that he Tarlabaşı Escort Bayan knew it. My cunt hurt, my face was chapped, I had dried jizzum all over me, my chest, my legs, my hair and I didn’t care. He looked at me in the chair, knelt down in front of me spread my legs open and started to lick me gently. I held his head and said “yes my dear, you came out of there”.

He looked up at me then and said “I will keep going back there from now on too”.

I replied “I want you to whenever you want to”. There was nothing else I could say. I may have spoken to soon but it didn’t matter the bridge had been crossed, there was no going back. It was at that moment that I also decided to stop taking my birth control for the first time in 18 years.

He started to put his fingers in me then while looking into my eyes, I opened as wide as I could to let them in. He spat on my twat a few times to add lube. It was strange to see my son spiting on my pussy. It made me even hotter. I was so sore but I wanted to let him, and first one finger then two worked their way in, then I looked down again instead of at him and realized his whole hand was in me. I had never thought that possible. And I was in heaven. It hurt so good. I was packed. He fist fucked me taking full ownership of my pussy and I came again and again.

His phone rang which is the only reason I think that he didn’t take me again on the floor because I could see his peter was hard again.

It was Patience and I couldn’t believe what he said. “I finally got her” he told his girlfriend right there in front of me. And he wasn’t wrong. He had me, hook, line, and sinker. I was a pile of goo, unable to move, I was hurting but happier than I think I had ever been. He bent over and kissed me again and we played tongue tag with each other for a few minutes.

“Mom, I have to go pick Patience up, do you have a problem if she moves in with you while I am in boot?”

I just nodded yes to him. I was drained. I felt pleased though that he was man enough not to lie to his women.

He left to get dressed and I managed to pull myself into my shower where I sat under the hot running water for what seemed hours. It was hard to move. I felt like I had given birth to 15lbs triplets. There is nothing as fun a shitting a watermelon let me tell you.

My face was raw, my lips split, and my throat hurt but I felt good deep inside. I also was wanted sex again. I had just been fucked more often and harder in a single night than ever in my life, I could barely move and I still wanted more. I don’t know what my son did to me inside but I liked it and I wanted more.

I called into work and told them that I was coming down with something nasty (little did they know how nasty) and I changed the mattress pad and sheets. The mattress was wet also so I just flipped it. I managed to make the bed and then I got in and fell asleep.

I woke that evening and the house was empty. It hurt to move but I managed to make it to the kitchen and mixed myself a grey goose cocktail while poking around the fridge for leftovers. Preston came in then (he had a key that had lent him, never expecting anything like last night to have happened). Preston was a guy that didn’t mind being cockled in fact he seemed to like know that he wasn’t the only one that visited down there.

Preston noticed that I was moving stiffly and I let it all spill out.

“God that is hot Paula” was what he said after hearing a very short version of last night’s activities. He got hard and needy. I didn’t think I could do it but I let him take me while I held on to the kitchen counter. It hurt a lot at first but became pleasurable after a few moments, he fucked me harder than he ever had but he couldn’t last as long as my son had and once he came I was strangely relieved that he was done.

Not much later Phil came home and he had Patience with him. We sat in the living room, Preston was smart enough to sit in the armchair. I sat on the couch and Phil settled in next to me. Patience kissed my cheek and asked “how are you feeling?”

I replied “sore”.

She said “from what I heard I believe you, he is sore too!”

Preston just sat there with a surprised look on his face.

Patience pulled me up and said “come with me, I have some creams that will help”.

We went into my bedroom and Patience undressed me. She laid me on my back and proceeded to massage me and rub soothing creams onto my face, my thighs, and around my pussy. She then said “Paula, I hope you don’t mind” and she used another cream rubbing it into my pussy. I lay there and enjoyed her sweet ministrations her long fingers massaging me. Running sweetly in and out of my pussy. It was nice and she was good, and then somehow I feel asleep.

Later I found out that Phil told Preston that he liked him and didn’t mind that he still came around. That he was going into boot camp would appreciate if Preston continued to take care of me, but that Preston in no way was to touch Patience. He also asked Preston if he had ever been with a guy. What I knew but Phil didn’t was that Preston was bi. What I didn’t know but Preston found out was that Phil was too. While Patience was tending to me I later found out that Preston and my son where 69ing on the living room floor. Go kid.

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Paul had no choice but to move in with his mother. With no job and now no home now that the bank had put it up for auction, it was his only chance to get back on his feet. At 40 years old he felt a fool, but the economic situation and a messy divorce 2 years earlier left him with little option.

His mother, Joyce was happy to have him back even if temporarily. There were always things to do around the house and even though she kept herself busy, she was often lonely in the evenings.

Paul did what he could around the house during the day whilst checking on the local job market. It was a Tuesday morning and his mother had gone off to town to meet some friends for coffee and window shopping. She had asked him to put the washing on once he had collected his dirty clothes from the day before off the floor of his bedroom where he had left them. He shoved his clothes in the machine and then fetched the washing hamper from the bathroom. He reached in to add the other clothes in there and as he pulled the clothes out, a pair of pale blue lacy panties fell to the floor. He left them and added the clothes to the washer before going back for them. Paul picked up the panties and held them, suddenly he was a teenager again rooting through his mother’s underwear drawer so that he could rub his cock with the silkiness of her knickers. He blinked and shook his head to come out of the dream and returned the panties to the linen hamper.

“Get a grip, you’re not a kid anymore,” he told himself and went to the lounge.

As Paul sat there watching the sports news, he couldn’t get the image of his Mom’s panties out of his head. His hand moved to his groin and he started to rub himself through his jeans. A little voice in his head told him to go back to the bathroom and before he knew what he was doing he once again had his Mom’s panties in his hand. He lifted them to his face smelling the crotch, seeing the little smear where her excretions from the previous day had marked her underwear. He licked it, once then again and then again more hungrily.

“Fuck you taste good Mom,” he said, “I want to lick your pussy dry.”

He undone his jeans and pulled his cock from his boxers. As he licked her panties he jerked himself off until his balls went tight and a long loop of spunk shot from his cock into the toilet bowl.

He shook as he finished cumming. God he hadn’t spunked like that for ages.

As he pulled himself together he caught sight of himself in the mirror still holding his Mom’s panties.

“Gee you’re a pervert Paul,” he told himself. He couldn’t believe he had just done that. When he was a teenager he had masturbated a lot using his Mom’s panties, but since then he had grown up, got married and had plenty of sex, and not just with his wife. Now he was jerking off thinking about his 67 year old mother, what was he playing at?

For the next couple of days Paul continued to berate himself about what he had done, but every now and then he would look at his mother whilst she was watching TV or doing some housework and think about those blue panties and catch himself wondering what she looked like naked.

On the Friday Joyce went out again leaving before Paul got up. When she left he went to have a shower and as he showered he got himself aroused whilst washing his balls, cock and arse. Dripping wet he stepped from the shower and went to the linen hamper. Just under the blouse she had worn Şirinevler Escort the day before he found his Mom’s panties from the previous day. These ones were white cotton, nothing sexy about them at all, but as soon as he lifted them to his face, his cock twitched some more and grew an extra few millimetres. He rubbed the crotch of them against his face and smelt his mother’s juices. As he licked them and kissed them, he pictured his Mom’s pussy in them and wished he could just stick his tongue deep inside her. Once again it wasn’t long before that wonderful sensation swept over him and his cum blasted from his cock, not in the toilet this time, but into the cotton of his Mom’s undies.

Straight away Paul felt guilty and quickly shoved the panties back into the dirty washing, stepped back into the shower and cleaned himself up.

As the weeks went by, Paul found himself jerking himself off regularly using his mother’s underwear. He progressed from her dirty ones to going into her bedroom and wanking into her clean panties as well, leaving little cum stains in them. When she was out he would lay her underwear on her bed and just lie naked on top of it. He learnt that she wore a 36c bra and sometimes after he had cum he would press each cup against the end of his cock and leave a little bit of his juice in each cup knowing that eventually her nipples would be pressed up against it.

His fantasises had taken over his life and he found himself thinking about his mother all the time. On the odd he occasion he did go out with friends his own age they were always talking about some hot teenager that they had seen in a mini skirt or a teen porn film they had watched. He wasn’t interested though, often when his Mom was out, he found himself sitting at the computer wearing nothing but her panties looking at Mature and Granny web-sites pretending each old woman was his mother.

One Sunday Paul got up extra early and made some breakfast. His Mom was always up before 7 and today he wanted to beat her to the kitchen. He made the breakfast and some coffee and took it to her bedroom. He tapped on the door,

“Mom, it’s me Paul I made you some breakfast,” he called out.

“Okay dear bring it in.”

Joyce sat up as her son brought the tray in. She had been awake a while but had heard him in the kitchen and had guessed what he was doing.

“It is not like you to get up so early,” she said.

“I know but you’ve been good to me letting me stay and I wanted to repay you.”

Paul stared at her, she was wearing a silky nightie, blue, just like those first panties and he had a really good view of her cleavage. He laid the tray on her lap and sat on the edge of the bed.

“This is nice,” she said “Thank you.”

Paul tried to look at her face but his eyes kept drifting down to her breasts. He could just make out the shape of her nipples through the material of her nightie, and he felt his cock start to twitch again.

One part of him was saying “Reach out and touch her tits, she wants you to,” but the rational side told him to get out of there before he did something really stupid. He listened to the rational side and stood up.

“Are you going sweetie?” she said.

“Yeah I thought I might go for a jog before I shower.”

“Okay, let me give you a kiss though for this nice breakfast.”

Paul leaned over and offered his cheek to her. Joyce Escort Şirinevler kissed it and then twisted her head and kissed him on the lips. Paul didn’t move, his stomach tightened and he found himself looking straight into his mother’s eyes.

She kissed him again, just a bit too long to be a motherly kiss. Paul gulped and stood up, he turned quickly and left the room.

For the rest of the day his mind was in a turmoil. His mother hadn’t said anything else about the breakfast in bed, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Had she really kissed him like that? Why had he left the room? Why hadn’t he let things develop?

Because she’s your mother idiot and she’s 67 and your 40. But the kiss had meant something more than, thank you for breakfast, he knew it.

That evening his Mom’s friend Irene had come round to play cards with Joyce. They had sat in the lounge playing and he had kept out of their way.

Around 8.00pm he went to the kitchen to get a drink and Irene came in.

“Hello Paul, haven’t seen you for ages, how’s things?”

“Not great Mrs Morris, need a job, need a home, need a life really.”

Irene came towards him.

“Haven’t you found a steady lady friend since your divorce?” she asked

“Ah no, nice ladies are not keen on losers like me.”

She put her arm on his shoulder.

“How about a nice older lady friend?”

Paul was taken aback, his Mom’s friend was coming on to him.

“Well Mrs Morris..”

“Irene please.”

“Well Irene, I’m very flattered but you’re here to see Mom, not me.”

“Cards is just a ruse,” she said and she pushed herself against him. He could feel her breasts against his arm as she stroked his face with the back of her hand.

“I know you prefer the more mature lady, I might be pushing 70, but there is life in me yet,” she said.

He rosy red lips looked so inviting and Paul found himself bending forward and kissing his Mom’s friend. Her lips parted and he felt her tongue against his, as the kiss became more passionate. Paul reached up and grabbed one of Irene’s breasts through her blouse. God he had known this woman for 30 odd years and now he was fondling her tits. She continued to kiss him hungrily and he felt her hand move to his crotch.

Her tongue licked his face as she moved up to whisper in his ear.

“God, you’ve got a lovely hard cock Paul.”

As he continued to fondle her, he completely forgot why she was there and then suddenly a voice said,

“Okay Renee you can put him down now.”

Paul looked up to see his mother standing just a few feet away watching her son and her friend kissing and touching each other up. He felt so embarrassed, he didn’t know what to say. Irene backed away from him looking very dishevelled.

“I think your plan worked Joyce,” she said.

What plan was that he wondered. He looked at Irene who had a big smile on her face and then at his mother who was also smiling.

“It’s okay I asked Irene to try it on with you, I wanted to see what you would do,” Joyce said.

“You’ve been being a naughty boy with your Mom’s panties and she wanted to know if you prefer the older lady, if you were thinking about her when you did naughty things,” Irene said, “She didn’t dare do anything herself, so I volunteered, very nice it has been too.”

Paul realised his Mom knew what he did, she knew he had been wanking Şirinevler Escort Bayan into her underwear, but though she knew she wasn’t angry in fact it seemed she was obviously very pleased.

“Is it me you think about when you are jerking off using my knickers and bras?” Joyce asked.

Paul nodded.

“Knew it would be,” Irene said, “Little boys love their Mommys.”

“Do you want to do it now?” Joyce said

Paul gulped “Now?”

Joyce nodded “Yes now in front of me and Renee, you dirty little boy, do you want to wank in Mommy’s dirty panties?”

“Yes please,” was all Paul could say.

His Mom smiled and beckoned him into the lounge. On the sofa were a pair of black lace panties which he knew were hers. She handed them to him.

“Put these on you naughty boy.”

Paul undressed in front of his Mom and her friend as they sat down together. He saw his Mom’s eyes go wide as he pulled down his boxers.

“Last time I saw that it was tiny with just a few hairs starting to spring up around it,” she said with a glint in her eye.

Paul remembered how his Mom often came into the bathroom when he was younger and how embarrassed he had been when she had looked at his little penis. Now it was hard and erect and little globules of pre-cum were oozing from his end and he wanted her to look and look. He pulled her panties on and pushed his aching cock into them.

“Wow he looks wonderful Joyce, you are so lucky,” Irene said.

“Play with yourself for Mommy and Aunty Irene, you dirty boy,” Joyce said.

Paul stroked himself through the black lace, staring into his mother’s eyes as his lust for her rose. Suddenly she stood up and reached under her skirt. She handed him a little black thong.

“Lick these panty boy,”

He couldn’t believe his mother wore such things, in fact he had never seen them before, but he took them off her and started to lick the crotch.

“Mom you are so wet and horny,” he said, “I love the taste of your cunt.”

Irene lifted her skirt and Paul watched as she started to rub the outside of her white panties. Then his mother did the same thing, lifting her skirt and then opening her legs. For the first time ever he got a view of her pussy. He watched as his Mom gently opened her pink pussy lips with one hand and used the other to finger herself. Paul couldn’t believe what he was witnessing, his 67 year old mother was masturbating in front of him as was her 69 year old friend.

He knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.

“I need to cum Mom,” he said.

“Wait a sec,” she said “Stop rubbing yourself.”

She reached down and undone her blouse and took it off and quickly unclipped her bra releasing her large breasts.

“Cum over Mommy’s tits darling,” she told him.

Her tits were wonderful, big and sagging down on her stomach with large flat nipples.

Paul pulled his cock from her panties and with just 2 swift jerks his cum was shooting down onto his Mom’s breasts and stomach.

“That’s it cum you horny boy, cum.” Joyce said.

Suddenly Paul felt another hand on him. Irene had sat forward and was milking his cock.

“Yes Aunty Irene, wank me, wank me.”

Irene continued to pull at him until his cock started to deflate in her hand.

Paul felt exhausted but exhilarated, he stood there now with a limp cock flopped down in front of his Mom’s black panties but with the wonderful picture in front of him, of his Mom covered in his cum.

“You are a naughty boy,” she said to him.

Irene laughed, “Yes but that is what you wanted Joyce.”

“I did and now I have and from now on Mommy’s naughty boy is going to be good and do everything she wants.”

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This is the ongoing story of Jeremy and his mother and aunt. Please read the preceding chapters to understand what has gone before. I welcome all comments!

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Strangely, I awoke from that same sexy dream that I had the night before, a hot woman giving me an amazing blowjob. Only this time when I opened my eyes it wasn’t mom that greeted me but Aunt Jess!

‘Morning handsome. Your mom said you liked this form of alarm clock! Or should I say, alarm cock!’ She was slavering away on my rock hard dick.

‘If there were alarm clocks like you and mom, productivity in the world would skyrocket with all the early risers!’

‘Or no one would get out of bed and just keep hitting snooze!’

I lay there and let her work her oral magic on my very recovered member. Ten minutes later, she had me feeding her my specially blended protein shake down her throat!

As I took a moment to catch my breath and for my aunt to lick her lips clean, I asked what everyone else was doing.

‘Your mother is making breakfast for everyone. Except your dad, who has already left. Johnny and Jojo are watching that superhero flick from last night again. Your sexy aunt is waking up her favorite nephew with some expert dick sucking.’

‘Yes it was! Expert, I mean.’ I pulled my boxers back up over my now wilted dick and got out of bed. ‘I need a shower. Tell mom I’ll be down in a couple of minutes. I’m going to need a big breakfast to build up my strength.’

‘I could join you in the shower. I’m pretty dirty too!’

‘You are pretty. And you’re dirty too. Just how I like my aunts!’ She started to rise. She was wearing a spare robe of mom’s.

‘Now you heard mom last night. Much as I want to wash your entire hot body, with the kids here we can’t!’

‘I know, I know. I wasn’t really serious. Unless you change your mind?’ She eyed me sexily.

‘You don’t know how tempting that it Aunt Jess. You should probably get back downstairs before I change my mind. Or my dick wakes back up.’

‘I bet I could get it to wake up!’ She stood and as she turned for the door, she lifted the robe to reveal her bare ass.

‘Go!’ I foolishly ordered. She left and I headed for the bathroom for a quick, somewhat cold shower.

Fifteen minutes later, I felt refreshed as I went downstairs to find mom and Aunt Jess serving a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and blueberry pancakes with milk and orange juice. I was somewhat amazed by the spread as mom only went all out like this on special occasions such as holidays. I shouldn’t have brought attention to it but I spoke before I realized it.

‘What’s with all the food mom?’ She was wearing her robe and I wondered if she had anything on underneath.

‘Yeah! Jeremy gets his favorite for dinner last night and now you’re making this big breakfast.’ Johnny protested.

‘Yeah!’ Jojo parroted our brother as she clutched her favorite stuffed animal against her.

Aunt Jess looked from me to mom. Mom grimaced at me then her sister. I shrugged in apology.

‘I woke feeling so energetic this morning! I thought that I would treat my kids with a nice big breakfast. I didn’t know that they would look for ulterior motives from their mom!’ She said defensively while looking at the two younger children.

‘What’s ulter motions, mommy?’ Jojo looked up at mom as she was setting the platters of food on the table.

‘It’s when you do something because you want something.’ I crouched down before Jojo and answered my sister.

‘Like when I be good so I can have a cookie?’ She looked at me so innocently that I wished I could go back to that age and not have to worry about all the things life dumps on you as you become an adult. Things are so much simpler when all you have to worry about is what you have to do to get your next cookie!

‘Yeah, just like that Jojo.’

‘Does mommy want a cookie too? She’s mommy. She can have one whenener she wants can’t she?’ I glanced back to my mom trying to hold back my laughter. I noticed Aunt Jess grin too.

‘Adults want things they sometimes can’t have, just like little girls.’ This explanation was very off-track, or rather too on track.

‘Then why be adult?’ Sometimes kids can be so wise!

‘I don’t know Jojo. I’m still new to it.’ I took her animal, set it aside, and lifted her into her chair with her booster seat. Johnny had already started in on the bacon as I took my seat. I looked at mom as she sat across from me.

‘Thank you mom. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.’ I placed a couple pancakes on Jojo’s plate and poured the syrup for her. She dug in, all concept of motives, ulterior or otherwise forgotten when presented with mom’s blueberry pancakes.

Mom gave me an innocent smile that I read as anything but innocent. She turned to look at her other two kids with a gaze of such pure love that I was momentarily touched. I normally viewed my siblings as annoying pains since I was so much older than they were. I felt closer to them then as I saw our mother’s love for Şirintepe Escort us all.

‘I love all of you. You know that.’ She said subdued.

‘Love you too, mom.’ I answered first.

‘I love you too mommy!’ Jojo said as syrup dripped down her chin.

‘Me too.’ Ever the eloquent Johnny said still shoving bacon in his mouth.

‘Eat something besides bacon!’ Mom scolded him lightly. He sighed and forked a pancake onto his plate, strips of bacon sticking out of his half-open mouth.

I dug into the abundance of food and ate more than my share with teen-age gusto. Nothing further was said as the five of us set about putting away as much of the profusion of fare as possible. I won’t tell the amount I consumed as I somewhat embarrassed myself with the quantity. Needless to say the rest were finished while I was still eating, watching me with some amazement. I sat back and gave a loud compliment to the chef as they say, causing my younger siblings to giggle. I excused myself. I saw mom and Aunt Jess stare at me.

‘What? I was hungry.’

‘Obviously.’ Mom replied as she rose and began to collect the dishes. Aunt Jess stood and helped Jojo to the floor. She and Johnny ran to the living room and from the sounds, it appeared that they had paused the movie while they ate. I stood slowly and adjusted my waistband. I grabbed a couple of plates and carried them to the sink. As I returned to the table, I passed mom and paused. I glanced around quickly before I gave her a soft kiss on the edge of her lips.

‘Thank you mom.’ I whispered.

‘It wasn’t just for you, mister big head.’

I guffawed at her inadvertent pun. I heard Aunt Jess giggle too.

‘What?’ Mom said then a moment later caught what she had said. ‘Yes that too!’ I laughed louder.

‘I just woke up today feeling better than I have in quite awhile. I feel energized!’ Mom put her hand on my cheek. ‘I’m sure that has a lot to do with you honey.’ She gave me a lingering kiss with her tongue gliding along my lips.

‘I’m right here too you know!’ Aunt Jess protested, pulling my arm to spin me around to her. She planted her lips on mine and her tongue didn’t linger on my lips, she pushed it deep into my mouth! I had to take a step back.

‘Girls! Girls. Remember Johnny and Jojo!’ I pushed my aunt away, which she maneuvered herself so that my hands ended up on her tits! I couldn’t help myself from giving them a firm squeeze. Mom grabbed her sister’s arm and pulled her back.

‘He’s right Jess. Not here. Not now.’ Mom said sternly.

‘We just need to get rid of the two of them for a couple of hours.’ As much as I wanted time alone with mom and/or Aunt Jess, even I was shocked my aunt would suggest such a thing about my brother and sister. They were annoying yes, but even I wouldn’t be so cavalier about them being around just for my own sexual pleasure. Mom was aghast at her sister’s words.

‘Jess!’ Mom stared at her angrily. ‘They’re my kids too, as much as Jeremy is!’

‘That’s not what I meant! You know that! God.’ Aunt Jess sighed exasperated.

‘We aren’t going to have sex all the time.’ Mom told her sister. ‘Even though it’s all I can think about most of the time now!’

‘Mom!’ I exclaimed. I was glad I wasn’t the only one, but still, this was my mom! Even if I was the one she wanted to have sex with! Boy, I couldn’t believe how complicated and confusing and messed up my life had become.

‘Sorry honey. I know that’s not what you want to hear.’

‘Well it is and it isn’t! It’s strange to hear your mother say how much she wants sex, but then I am the benefactor of those thoughts, so …’

‘And the reason for most of them too!’ Mom smiled sexily at me. She returned to cleaning the table.

Aunt Jess gave me another kiss, this one an innocent one with no tongue involved, and she resumed carrying dishes to the sink. I stood there for a minute watching these two sexual women going about routine housework. Even doing this mundane task, dressed as least attractively as they were (though both were showing lots of long shapely legs), they were still two of the sexiest women I’d ever seen. It might have helped that I could picture them naked walking around the kitchen! I shook my head to clear away those thoughts before my cock heard my thoughts and decided to arise looking for some more morning nookie.

‘Well if I’m not going to get any action here, I’m going to mow the lawn before it gets too warm out.’ I started out of the kitchen when I heard them both suddenly laugh. I didn’t know if I should be nervous or not.

‘When you get done here, you could come over to my house and do mine too!’ Aunt Jess called as I went out of sight. I had mown her grass a few times, but she had a boy on her block that normally did it for her so I didn’t know if this was just her asking a favor or a set up. I realized a moment later that I didn’t care one way or the other.

‘Sure thing!’ I called as I headed upstairs. I passed Johnny and Jojo still watching TV. Escort Şirintepe I came back down a few minutes later and went out the front door rather than dare to pass through the kitchen, but Aunt Jess still called out again.

‘After you do my grass I have a bush you can trim!’ More laughter from the kitchen.

I was sure she wasn’t talking about her hedges! I hoped I’d get a chance to look at Aunt Jessica’s bush today!

I went about mowing our lawn, first the front, then the more difficult backyard. By then it had gotten warm enough that I had removed my t-shirt. I could see Aunt Jess and Mom talking in the kitchen through the window. I’m sure they weren’t talking about me; I’m not egotistical enough to think everything now was about me, but still, with previous experience, I wished I knew what they were talking about. Halfway through doing the backyard I stopped and drank some water out of the hose and splashed it on my head and face, before I finished mowing. I entered the house from the back door to find Aunt Jess had already left as she had some errands to run before I came over later. Mom was finishing the dishes as I entered. I could see my brother and sister still sitting on the living room floor.

‘They are still watching that movie?’ I asked in amazement.

‘No, they’re playing some game off the internet on the tv.’ Mom answered drying her hands. I noticed she had dressed and was wearing a plain white blouse and not-completely black slacks. She noticed I was still shirtless, eyeing me up and down.

‘No, young lady. You have to keep your hands off the garden help.’ I teased her. I glanced to make sure my siblings couldn’t hear me. They were focused on the TV that was out of sight from the kitchen.

Mom cocked her head and gave me a puzzled stare. She gave no reply.

‘I’m going to take a leak then head to Aunt Jess’s.’ Mom continued to stare.

‘What?’ I asked as if she could see signs of a rare disease on my body.

‘We both know what is going to happen over there.’ She said woodenly. She glanced to the living room, then turned back to me. ‘You’re going to ‘trim her bush’.’

‘If she wants.’ I felt awkward. Mom knew I was going to go have sex with her sister. One, she was probably jealous; two, she couldn’t very well tell me not to go. I tried to look her in the eye but I couldn’t maintain it and glanced to the floor. She stepped closer to me and put one hand gently on my bare shoulder and with the other she lifted my chin until I was again peering into her sparkling green eyes.

‘What am I supposed to say mom? You know I’d rather stay here with you.’ I glanced quickly out of the kitchen, then continued. ‘Even if we can’t do anything now, if you don’t want me to go to Aunt Jess’s, tell me. I won’t go.’

She pulled away reluctantly, looking at the hand that had left my shoulder as if she didn’t realize it was hers. She shook her head and looked me in the face when she spoke.

‘No.’ She paused as if she was translating her thoughts into a second language to speak. ‘I can’t stop you going. I don’t want you to feel that way either, as if you have to choose one of us over the other. I certainly have no hold over you; I’m a married woman for God’s sake!’ It was her turn to look down to the floor. ‘This is a difficult situation for all of us Jeremy. We knew that when we decided not to stop this from continuing. I know how you feel about both of us. You’ve fantasized about your aunt for years and I’m your mother. I know Freud’s theories. I’m also mother to your brother and sister, so my first obligation is to them. You’re eighteen now, a young man. You go to your aunt’s. Have fun. Pay no heed to me. It’s just my long-standing jealousy and competition with my sister speaking.’ She lifted her head and looked at me with a weak smile. ‘Really. Go. We’ll get our own chances. I’ll let Jess have you for an afternoon! Just try to be back for dinner please.’ She leaned toward me and surprisingly with the two kids in sight, gave me a very passion-filled kiss, even wrapping her arms around my neck. It lasted less than ten seconds, but those seconds seemed like eternity!

‘We could sneak upstairs for ten, fifteen minutes before I go.’ I said knowing what her answer would be already.

‘No, you know we can’t.’ Her eyes said otherwise.

‘I know.’ I put my shirt back on and headed for the door. ‘Do you know if she was serious about doing her grass or was that only a ploy for me to come over?’

‘She didn’t say anything to me. I don’t know. If she’s not there yet when you get there, then just start it anyway. It’s a nice gesture even if she wasn’t serious. Pay her back for … you know.’

‘Sex?’

‘I guess. Do you still have her house key if she isn’t home yet? She didn’t know how long she’d be on her errands.’

‘Yeah.’ I patted my pocket to verify my keys were there. ‘You owe me now mom.’ I stared intensely at her, trying to burn her image in my head before I left.

‘Shouldn’t it be you owe me?’ She queried Şirintepe Escort Bayan back.

‘Depends which of us wants it more.’ I said with an upturn at the corner of my lips.

‘Go! But six o’clock please.’

‘I’ll try.’

It felt very weird to be leaving the house with the express purpose of going to my aunt’s to have sex and mom sending me on my way! Like a deviant Little Red Riding Hood.

Auntie, what a hot tight pussy you have! The better to fuck you with my dear!

I shook that thought from my head and decided to walk over to Aunt Jess’s rather than drive the few blocks there. It also gave her more time to get home before I arrived, as I didn’t necessarily want to mow another lawn and tire myself anymore before Aunt Jess wore me out. Of that, I had no doubt!

I did get there and found no one there. I sighed, opened the garage, and pulled out the mower. I was three-quarters of the way done when Aunt Jess pulled up. She sat in the car for a moment watching me cross the front grass, once again shirtless in the mid-day heat. She got out and let out a wolf whistle. I looked around to see if there was anyone to hear her. Some of her neighbors knew I was her nephew! She laughed when she saw me glance about, then did it again.

‘Aunt Jess!’ I yelled only loud enough to be heard over the mower, afraid to further broadcast our familial relationship.

‘Calm down! No one is going to think anything about me whistling at you! It’s only your guilty conscience!’ She yelled back, far enough away to be out of range of the discharge. ‘How much longer?’

‘Fifteen minutes or so!’ I wiped a rivulet of sweat from my brow.

‘You should’ve worn a hat!’ Aunt Jess yelled before she climbed atop the porch and entered the house. Seeing her dressed in sky blue yoga pants and tight white knit halter-type top motivated me to finish as quickly as possible!

I finished ten minutes later, cleaned the mower, and returned it to the garage, collected my t-shirt and wiped as much sweat off my face and neck as it would absorb, and brushed away any stray blades of grass that stuck to my pants. I went to the back door so as to not track any grass that still clung to me on the living room carpet. Aunt Jess met me at the back door with a large glass of iced tea with a fresh cut lemon in it. I downed half of it with one drink.

‘Easy there!’ My aunt cautioned.

‘I wasn’t sure if you were serious about your grass. You weren’t home, and it needed it, so I figured I’d just do it for you.’

‘I wasn’t completely serious about it, but you’re right it did need it. Bobby has been sick I’ve heard, that’s why he hasn’t done it.’

‘It’s alright, I didn’t mind. Much.’ I took a sip this time from the now dripping glass.

‘I’ll have to pay you now for your hard work.’ She eyed me sexily. ‘I’m afraid I’m all out of cash right now. How else can I pay you?’ She asked in a sexy higher pitched voice. She batted her eyelids at me for extra emphasis. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

‘I’m sure I can think of something.’ I made to reach for her, but she squealed and quickly pulled away from me.

‘You’re not touching me until you’ve taken a shower first!’

‘That’s one way you could pay me!’ I eyed her up and down with a lecherous grin.

‘You just can’t wait to get me in the shower can you?’

‘You’re dirty and I need to clean you up!’ I replied.

‘I’m so dirty!’ She squealed.

She turned and we both headed for her bathroom. I removed my shoes and socks in the kitchen before moving through the rest of the house, now dressed in only my pants and boxers. As I entered the room, I witnessed my aunt removing her white top, her arms stretched above her head. She wore no bra and her remarkable tits now hung freely.

‘Wow!’ I stood and stared at Aunt Jess’s breasts. She gave me a puzzled, but proud look.

‘It’s not like you haven’t seen them before. Like yesterday. The day before that.’

‘They are still amazing! No matter how many times I see them!’

She reached up and cupped them as if she was presenting them to me.

‘I might almost say seeing those are payment enough.’

‘Really? You’re kind of cheap.’

‘I said I might say it was enough. But I know you can afford to pay me more.’

‘Like what?’ She smiled knowing we were playing a game now.

‘Take off those pants!’ Her smile broadened. She put her hands on the waistband and started to slide them down.

‘Turn around first!’ I ordered.

She giggled then, immediately realizing my intent. She turned slowly allowing me to take in her whole wonderful form. She made an exaggerated show of bending over as she slid the clingy yoga pants down her shapely legs. My cock suddenly noticed there was a mostly naked woman nearby and began to rise for duty. Aunt Jess removed her sneakers and ankle socks while still bent over letting me stare at one of the sexiest asses I’ve ever seen! The tiny pair of red panties hid nothing but her most intimate depths.

‘Enjoying the view?’

‘You know I am!’ I exclaimed still standing there in my pants. The pressure of my engorged dick reminded me of its imprisoned status. I undid and unzipped my jeans and pushed them down, bending as I did, bringing my head in proximity to the gorgeous ass in front of me. I gave it a kiss when I got near.

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Gary sat naked in the corner of the living room as his parents fucked right in front of him. He watched as his mother took in John’s cock, letting it slid into her tight, wet pussy. Gary watched in the corner and continued to jack off. He was naked still, as he was ordered to be. He yearned to fuck, for his cock was now aching from watching his parents making love for over an hour, cumming and yelling in orgasm. His sister still hadn’t shown up, so they eventually got bored and fucked.

Finally, his mistriss looked up. “Oh, look John, our Gary needs something to fuck. Gary, if you wait one minute, I’ll get you something,” she said.

“Okay, mistriss. Thank you.”

Linda stood up, and walked away to the other room. A minute later, she returned bearing an amazing amount of leather and toys, and dumped them on floor. She ordered Gary to move away and wait. Quickly, she somehow managed to hang up a leather holder so that he would be held in place, and told him to get inside it. Gary did as he was told, and his cock fit through one of the breaks in leather. Then, Linda got behind him, fastened it, and slammed a vibrator up his ass, on. Gary moaned in pleasure, and his parents fucked again.

Sarah arrived two hours later. Gary had fallen asleep after he came amazingly hard, spraying his cum everywhere until his father came over and sucked him, not wanting to waste the delicious man-fluids that erupted from his son’s hot cock. John had sucked his son’s hard cock until it Sultanbeyli Escort finally stopped cumming, and then he removed the vibrator from his sons no-longer virgin asshole.

They knew it was Sarah by the delicate knock on the door, and Linda quickly stood up and threw on her robe, which covered her breasts and pussy, but left her legs unsupervised. She walked to the door, and opened it, and sure enough, there was Sarah. She had on a silk shirt that came down to her stomach and short shorts, exposing most of herself.

“Mom, where’s dad? He told me it was urgent. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” said Linda, smiling, leading her to the living room. “Nothing is wrong, we just wanted to show you something,” she said as they entered the living room. Suddenly, Sarah stopped, staring at her father, who was sitting on the couch, asleep, moaning, his cock erect. She could make out what he was saying.

“Oh . . . Gary . . . yes . . . . YES! Right . . .uhh . . .” he mumbled, and stopped. Sarah gazed at his six inches, and then looked over to her mother, and was greeted by a naked woman.

She yelped and stepped back. “Sarah, it’s okay. We feel as though you would be a good sex toy for us. We want you, and we want you here, willing to be fucked and sucked and suck. We want to feel you, love you, caress you. You’ll never have to work, and you’ll get anything you want. You’ll be able to fuck any of our friends slaves, or our friends. All Escort Sultanbeyli you need to do is never, ever wear clothing again. I’m sure that you’ll get used to it. Besides, it’s nice not being restricted all the time.” She slowly pushed her daughter to the leather couch, and they sat down, Sarah in between her moaning father and her mother.

“I’ll never have to work?”

“Never.”

Her eyes drifted to her naked, asleep brother, and to his cock, which, although limp, was a hefty and wide 8 inches in length. She nodded in his direction. “Can I get fucked by him?”

“Oh, Sarah, you can fuck anyone. And just show respect to me, your mistress, and your father, your master, and you won’t be punished. Disobediance to us or other masters will result in punishment.”

She nodded. “Alright, mistress, I will.”

Linda shook John, who woke up. “Huh?” he said, confused.

“We’ve got a new slave to serve us,” she said, motioning to Sarah. John smiled. “Now,” Linda continued, “To demonstrate obediance, strip before us.”

Sarah did as she was told, moving to the center of the room. Slowly, she removed the silk shirt, throwing it on the floor. Next came her shorts, and she casually slipped out of them, kicking them off. Her bra held up enormous tits, and her panties concealed a pussy, which was soon exposed, as were her tits, the bra and panties resting on the floor.

Linda gazed at her tight, pink pussy, and then Sultanbeyli Escort Bayan at her large, firm breasts, and ordered her daughter to lay back on the floor, and she did as she was told. Gary stirred, and, upon seeing his sister naked, spoke. “Master, may I be released?”

John looked absently over at him, and stood up, stretching, his cock hard, and untied him. Gary got an up-close view of his sisters virgin pussy, just before his mother moved in, and rammed her tounge deep inside of it. Sarah moaned at her mothers tounges motion, and felt it inside of her, licking the wet pussy of her hot twenty year old virgin daughter. How she remained a virgin was a mystery, but she definitly was.

Linda expertly licked her daughters pussy, up and down inside of her, taking in her juices as they came out. Finally, after about five minutes of licking her daughter, she moved away, and probed her pussy with her fingers. When she felt the moment was right, she drilled them into her daughters cunt, and heard her moan in pleasure. As she continued to stuff fingers in her, she saw John move, and saw his ass in her face as he straddled her stomach, ramming his cock between his daughters huge tities. Gary jacked off furiously, growing harder again, as his mother fingered her daughter, and as his father fucked his daughters tits with his manhood. His balls clapped against the tits with a light skin-on-skin sound. Finally, Sarah yelled in pleasure, erupting tons of love fluid into her mothers face, who lapped it all up. John then moved straight forward, ramming his cock in his daughters mouth, and came, shooting a load into her mouth. After swallowing it all, John and Linda moved off, nodding.

“Looks like we’ve got another obedient slave.”

Gary licked his lips in anticipation of fucking his sister.

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My cousin, Willy, and I were supposedly best friends. We were born within two hours of each other (Willy was the oldest as he kept reminding me) and had remained close all of our childhoods. We were now just turning eighteen and were both excited at being on the formal cusp of manhood.

On this morning we were planning our week ahead which would follow our birthdays at the weekend, although as usual our discussion drifted on to our moms.

Mom and Auntie had always been friends as well as sisters, though they were very different. My Auntie Mary took after my grandmother. She was a beautiful blonde bombshell. Being just over five feet she was small, but with her cute ass and mouthwateringly big tits no schoolboy could see her without drooling.

Mom was physically very different. She took after my tall grandfather with his Italian heritage. She had inherited his height and was just under six foot, only an inch smaller than me. With her long black hair, large bust and a big strong round firm bubble butt she looked like a woman warrior. The boys in our school year had voted her the “most beautiful butt in the neighborhood” for the last three years in a row.

Willy and I had been jacking off for years dreaming of both women. We would spend hours imagining how we would fuck them in different positions. However, we would always finish in agreement that Auntie Mary would have to be on top, whereas mom would have to be taken from behind.

“Just imagine mom’s melons wobbling above you!” Willy would breathe enthusiastically.

“Just imagine spearing mom’s ass!” I’d sigh dreamily.

It was in fact our fixation with the women that had caused the deterioration in our relationships with our moms.

Mom had always been irritated by me. Until I reached my current height I was dwarfed when she stood next to me. As she towered above me, she would look down on me in all senses of the term. I always seemed to annoy her and she had always bullied me. On the other hand she always looked proudly at her nephew, Willy, who unlike me was an arrogant and assertive boy. I loved my mom but at times I hated her. However, my relationship with my mom truly went down the pan when she caught me looking at a picture of her ass. I had a number of pictures of my mom I used to jack off to and I was showing Willy a picture on my computer of mom in a swimsuit. The picture was taken from behind and as Willy was out of the room I zoomed in on mom’s greatest asset. The next thing was mom screaming at the site of my computer screen filled with her butt. It was unfortunate that she recognized the color stripes of the material; otherwise I might have got away with it.

“You are a dirty little pervert!” she screamed and slapped me hard on the face with one hand then the other.

I now knew what they meant by stars swimming in front of your eyes as I tried to clear my vision. As her face came into focus again I saw her eyes gleaming as she said, “I hope that hurt you, because it gave me a lot of pleasure.”

It was ridiculous that I felt intimidated by mom as I was certainly physically now stronger than her.

As Willy had become more assertive Auntie Mary seemed to become nervous of her son. He had quickly grown quite tall and she seemed to find his size intimidating when he was near her. He had a habit of appearing to swagger in front of her. She also seemed to sense that he lusted after her breasts. I was always staring at them as well, but she never seemed to suspect that I, Nicky, was anything but a traditional loving nephew. It all came to a head when Auntie Mary found Willy and me in her bedroom with Willy fondling one of her brassieres. He was holding it to his face and licking the inside of the cups. She screamed in disgust, snatched the bra away from him and shouted to us both to get out.

Willy and I were in a strange position then with our moms, love and hate all mixed up. However, we both had a more straightforward relationship with our fathers.

Mom and Auntie Mary had married two brothers, Nigel and Larry. The brothers were quite well off, owning a local company which had branches in two other states. Our two families were comfortable financially although the two moms complained that their allowances were insufficient for their requirements, particularly their luncheon dates.

Willy and I were both quite fond of our dads, who acted more like well-meaning uncles rather than imposing any paternal authority. For our birthday presents Willy and I now had a pleasant surprise. The brothers had to go on an unplanned trip to one of their other branches the following week. This meant that visiting business associates who had been booked in at a local hotel and spa the following week would no longer need the rooms. As the rooms had already been paid for, our dads said Willy and I could have a room each and enjoy the facilities, making the most of our new eighteen status. The week following our hotel stay Uncle Larry was taking Willy to a Dads and Lads camp. Sarıyer Escort After that Willy was off to University in Pennsylvania, whereas I was attending a local University and would continue to stay at home.

Willy and I were feeling great. We would be staying as male adult guests in a proper hotel. It had a pool, games room, everything, but what Willy and I intended it for was to lose our virginity.

It was a chance in a lifetime for two schoolboys to have two hookers visit them and boy were we going to grab it! We planned our initiation to be on the Thursday.

Willy and I scoured the internet for escorts. We thought of having two girls together but found that the price of such entertainment was prohibitive for the money we had. We only had two hundred dollars between us, which was either a hundred dollar session each or a two hundred dollar deluxe session for one of us with the other watching by computer.

We both had a lust for mature well-built women, rather than someone younger, but the sites seemed so expensive. We were going to give up when, on the Sunday evening of our birthday, a new site appeared.

It wasn’t the most professional site. There was no link to reviews. There were no photographs and it was home visits only. What caught our eyes was the description of the escorts as beautiful mature voluptuous women and the suggestion that the prices were low. The site, Angel Escorts, did not give details of what the women could provide; that could only be obtained from telephoning. The telephone number was clearly a mobile, presumably untraceable. We decided to wait until we were in the hotel before we made contact.

The brothers went off on the Monday morning and Willy and I left in the afternoon to go to our hotel. Our two moms had no idea where we were going. The brothers thought it would be fun to keep it a secret and so did we. Anyway both moms seemed to have other things on their minds when they distractedly waved us goodbye, then walked off together, no doubt discussing their next luncheon date.

When we got to the hotel and booked in our rooms, our plan was to immediately phone the Escort Agency but we were both very nervous. In the end we tossed a coin and I lost. I dialed the number intending to make a booking for Thursday afternoon. I held the phone between our ears so we could both hear. A very husky southern voice answered “Angel Escorts, how can we help you?”

I was so nervous my voice sounded strangled as I croaked out that I would like an escort for the Thursday afternoon. The husky voice sounded very matter of fact when she said that they provided hand relief only and that it would cost a hundred dollars, money to be paid in cash on arrival. She added that she had Nurses available and French Maids and which would I require? I babbled hoarsely that a Nurse would be great. I then gave the hotel details and my room number with the name of Mr. Clinton. The woman confirmed that Nurse Gloria would be arriving at two.

The fact that I would be purchasing a handjob instead of a complete loss of my virginity was a bitter blow for Willy and me. However, the more we thought about having our cocks stroked by a woman, the more excited we became. Now it was Willy’s turn to call, his voice was croaking with the tension.

Telephoning the number, he asked for the visit to be for the Thursday evening. Our husky lady went through the same explanations as she had a few minutes before and he ended up giving his name as Mr. Bush and also asking for a Nurse. The woman confirmed that Nurse Brittany would be arriving at seven.

“You idiot,” I said, “why didn’t you ask for a French Maid to give us variety?”

Willy leant over me, stuck out his lower lip in a determined way and said, “Because I want a Nurse.”

We were a bit tetchy with each other after that but perked up as we planned how we would record the experience. Willy was quite a tech nerd. He would do a lot of skyping at home with one of our other cousins where they would have multiple cameras in each room, showing each other a particular object. Therefore, although our rooms were at opposite ends of the hotel, we would each be able to record and see everything that was going on in the other’s room.

That Monday evening and all of the following two days, although we used all the facilities, including our first sauna, we were unable to think about anything else, We tried to play a computer game that Willy had illegally downloaded but failed to keep our minds on it. All we could think of and discuss was what we would be doing on the Thursday.

Come the Thursday morning we were both a bag of nerves. At half past one we both went to our respective rooms. The hidden cameras were on in my room and I knew that Willy would be watching the scene on his computer, switching as he wanted between camera angles. I guessed he would be naked, ready with a tube of gel to jack off as he watched his cousin get his first handjob from what Escort Sarıyer I hoped would be a very busty hooker. I just had a bathrobe on.

At two, right on time, there was a knock on my door. Feeling terrified, I rose off the bed and, not wanting to expose myself to the corridor, pulled the door open towards me. I could not see who stepped into my room and who said in that same husky southern voice we’d heard on the phone, “Hello Mr. Clinton, I’m Nurse Gloria.”

As she pushed the door to behind her, we stared in horror at each other. Mom stood there, tall as ever, dressed in a long coat, gazing uncomprehendingly at me. After a few seconds of deafening silence, she said in an attempted matter-of-fact tone, “I heard from your father that you were in this hotel and decided to call in to check you were OK.”

This was my opportunity to acquiesce in her suggestion for her visit and thank her for calling, but in a moment of madness, which I instantly regretted, I quietly answered, “I think you came for a different reason Nurse Gloria.”

Mom’s eyes glared like laser beams as she gritted her teeth and hissed, “I should have known you would ruin anything I try. You are a good-for-nothing little pustule. You are very lucky that I don’t intend to tell your father of this. I am leaving now and I never want to discuss this visit again. Do I make myself clear?”

With that she turned to leave but what I said next stopped her in her tracks. When she had mentioned my father I had winced at the thought of causing him pain and embarrassment, but I put it to the back of my mind as I said, “Dad would be shocked at Nurse Gloria. What about giving me hand relief?”

Mom screamed in her anger then stood there in burning silence for what seemed like many minutes before she hissed, “Right you little shit. I’ll give you your hand relief but in my way.”

The way she said it sounded like a threat and I watched uneasily as she opened a bag she had with her and took out a long cord. Turning back to me, she suddenly gripped both my wrists and tied them together above my head and then tied the loose cord to the bedrail. After checking the cord was secure she put two hands under me and rolled me over onto my front.

I couldn’t imagine how she was going to administer the hand relief with my cock trapped underneath me and I started to panic. I thought of her in a state of fury committing murder, slipping a knife between my shoulder blades. I was about to shout that she was being recorded, when I felt my bathrobe being lifted exposing my ass, followed by a vicious slap on my buttock. Another hard spank fell on my other buttock and a steady stream of smacks then ensued.

I was groaning in pain as mom was breathing heavily from the exertion. She gasped, “I’ve been dying to punish you like this for as long as I remember, but I knew your father would not agree.”

I continued to groan from the pain but also from the fact that my penis had elongated into a hard erection underneath me. As she hit me, I gripped my buttocks in response and the head of my cock rubbed harshly against the sheet.

After a few minutes of her disciplining slapping hands, she paused and rolled me over onto my back, causing my previously trapped erection to spring upright. I groaned in embarrassment and shame. My cock was sticking up like a beacon. The mushroom head was red raw from being rubbed against the sheet.

Mom gasped and exclaimed in a horrified tone, “That’s disgusting! You little pervert!” the tone in her voice sounding as if she felt it was deformed.

After tying me up she had taken off her coat to free her arms for the spanking and now stood there in a white tunic which I assumed was supposed to be a nurse’s uniform. My boner looked huge as it swayed about and she gazed at it in abhorrence.

She clearly now intended to bring things swiftly to an end as she gripped my balls in her left hand and grasped my hot throbbing boner in her right hand. It felt as if a shock of electricity coursed from her fingers through my rigid organ. Mom jacked me hard and swiftly. It seemed only a few seconds before my cock exploded with spurts of cum, the ropes of jizz shooting in the air.

I thought for a moment that she was going to leave me tied to the bedrail, but after a brief hesitation she leant forward and undid the cord. I felt the blood rushing back up my arms as I started to move them at the same moment as Mom slammed the door behind her.

A few moments later I let Willy into my room. “What a wimp!” he sneered.

“You let her spank you and at the end you only got a handjob. You should have been more assertive and insisted on more. Mind you, with that recorded evidence I’m going to have a lot of fun with your mom.”

I felt he was undergoing three emotions; disgust at my wimpiness, excitement at how he could use the recording of what she did to me and a distinct jealousy that my mom’s hands had been around my cock.

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Just Sarıyer Escort Bayan before seven in the evening I was watching my computer screen which was showing Willy’s bedroom. Willy was lying naked on his bed. His cock was already showing signs of thickening as he thought about the hooker who would be walking into his room. However I felt pleased to see that his boner was smaller than my own.

All of a sudden there was a knock on Willy’s door. Looking more confident than I had, Willy rose off the bed and, like me not wanting to expose himself to the corridor, pulled the door open towards him. He could not see who stepped into his room and who said in a new voice, “Hello Mr. Bush, I’m Nurse Brtittany.”

She was a small woman carrying a black handbag and I couldn’t see her properly until Willy pushed the door to behind her. THERE WAS AUNTIE MARY!

I lay on the bed staring at the screen. She stood there frozen. Her big blue eyes wide with astonishment and horror, staring at Willy who looked equally astonished in front of her. His thickened penis had disappeared to a more normal size.

“What the fuck!” he said, still staring at his mom.

Auntie Mary, whose shoulders had slumped as she’d seen her client, pushed herself erect and said in a small voice, “There’s been a terrible mistake. I’ve made a terrible mistake.”

Willy was now looking curiously at her waiting for her to continue.

“Willy, I’m not a hooker,” she said earnestly. “My..” She hesitated then continued. “My friend and I were short of funds and we thought we might earn some extra money by…” Her voice fell away again.

“This is my first visit and,” she breathed heavily, “clearly this will be my last. I was stupid to think I could do such a thing.”

She seemed to see for the first time that Willy was naked. “Willy, I’m so sorry for this. Clearly lately there’s been a certain awkwardness between us, but for your understanding now and silence I shall always be grateful.”

She sniffed, as if she was trying not to cry, and said as she turned to the door, “I’m so glad that you’re my son,”

When I thought of my mom and Auntie Mary as hookers I was horrified. Then, putting two and two together, I thought of how the website had only just been created and how amateurish it was. Today clearly was to have been their first time and now would also be their last. It was fortunate that it was Willy and me who were to have been their first clients.

I suddenly felt tremendously sorry for Auntie Mary, who was looking very upset, and I was glad that she could now return home thanking her lucky stars that she had been prevented from making a horrendously stupid mistake. Then Willy made his move.

“Just a minute Mom, what about my handjob?”

She stared at him uncomprehendingly.

Willy continued, looking at her smugly, “You came here to provide a service and I expect you to fulfil your side of the bargain.”

Compared with the way I had nervously suggested a handjob, Willy was sounding very confident. She gasped, “Willy, you cannot be serious. I am your mother.”

Willy lowered his voice. “I am deadly serious. You want me to keep quiet and of course I will, providing you give your son a birthday present.”

He started slowly unbuttoning her coat, exposing the nurse’s uniform underneath. “After all it would be horrible for Dad to find out what you intended.”

She stood frozen not believing that it was happening. I felt angry at what Willy was doing to his sweet mom. I was willing her to just push his hands away, tell him to stop and then march out of the door, but she didn’t.

Willy now had all the buttons of her coat undone and, taking her bag from her, pushed her coat off her shoulders so that she was just standing there in her nurse’s uniform. My mom had filled her uniform tightly but Auntie Mary’s bosom bulged the material out.

Willy licked his lips and said, “You make a great nurse Mom, but I think the French Maid outfit would have been even better.”

Willy peered inside her bag. He took out a large bottle of lotion and said, “Now that looks useful.”

As Willy had been looking inside her bag, his mom’s face had been getting redder and redder in embarrassment until she cried out. “Willy, this isn’t funny, just let me go.”

“Yes Willy,” I said to the screen, “Just let her go.”

Willy was now lying back on the bed, having handed his mom the bottle of lotion. He had spread his legs obscenely to expose his genitals which were now showing signs of expectation.

“C’mon Mom,” he said with a leer. “I’ve decided that I now want a blowjob. You can start with massaging my balls and cock. Use plenty of lotion. You never know I might cum from your fingers, then you can go.”

She hesitated for a moment and I felt an instant of hope as I thought she would turn to the door, but then she picked up the bottle and deliberately splashed a ludicrous amount of oil all over Willy’s groin and privates. The oil splashed on the sheets and she had a sneer in her voice as she said, “I hope you can explain that to the room maid!”

The veneer of motherly love had now gone completely as her fingers started massaging Willy’s thighs. She snarled, “you are a first rate shit son Willy.”

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