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Cathy liked baby-sitting for the Anderson’s. Michelle was a lovely woman and the kids were sweet and generally well behaved. They had their moments, but all kids did at some stage. And Brian, Michelle’s husband, was a hunk. She adored him. He was fun and flirtatious, but never went beyond the line of what was proper.

When asked if she could sit one Friday night and sleep over, Cathy didn’t hesitate. Even though she was nineteen and had the chance of a date, she let it go. The Anderson’s did pay well, after all.

Cathy fronted up at the Anderson’s place around eight. By eight-thirty Michelle and Brian had gone and Cathy was watching a DVD with the two children. Nine-thirty rolled by and the children were in bed asleep, and by ten-thirty Cathy had retired to the guest room and was also asleep.

The night was peaceful. Nothing disturbed the sleep of Cathy or the children. Even Michelle and Brian returning in the early hours didn’t disturb the household’s peaceful slumber.

Cathy woke at six but snuggled down for a bit longer. Soon she heard some noises from the master bedroom and, guessing Michelle and Brian were up and about, Cathy sighed, stretched and got out of bed.

Deciding a shower wouldn’t go astray Cathy wandered over to the bathroom and walked in; just in time to see Brian, in all his glory, drying himself.

Cathy stood for a moment stunned, and was about to stammer an apology when she was taken aback a second time. Before her startled eyes, Brian’s cock seemed to suddenly swell, stretch and stand tall, gently waving at her.

“Michelle likes the en suite to herself in the morning,” said an amused Brian. “That’s why I always use this bathroom.”

“Oh! Oh, my god, I’m sorry. I didn’t think. I should have knocked,” stammered Cathy, desperately drawing her eyes away from that intriguing erection.

She started backing out of the bathroom when Brian stopped her.

“Don’t you usually shake hands on first acquaintance?” he teased her.

“Wh-what?” asked Cathy confused, and then blushing as Brian dropped his eyes down significantly.

“Ah, um,” dithered Cathy, not quite believing what he was daring her to do. Gulping nervously she reached out and took hold of Brian’s erection, holding it firmly. “Now what?” she wondered.

“There again, seeing you’re a woman, you probably give a quick poker oyna kiss when meeting a friend,” came the laconic observation.

He was kidding, surely, thought Cathy. Teasing brute. She decided to call his bluff.

“You’re quite right,” she cooed, sinking down onto her knees and moving her mouth over to drop a quick kiss on the head of his cock.

“You’re old enough to open your mouth when you kiss someone, aren’t you?” came the teasing prompt.

Cathy flicked a glance up at Brian, noting the laughter on his face. “Laugh this off,” she muttered to herself.

Opening her mouth Cathy moved down upon his cock, taking hold of it orally. Then she started teasing it. It was bloody obvious to Brian that she’d done this sort of thing before. He gasped as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue teasing him, her teeth lightly grating across the head of his cock.

It only took a few moments and Brian found himself sweating lightly. If she continued like this he’d be coming in her mouth before he’d really had any fun. Time to see how deeply she was willing to play.

“OK. Enough of that,” Brian said, pulling away from Cathy, and she rose gracefully to her feet, smiling triumphantly. She’d called his bluff and he’d backed off.

He just hadn’t backed off very far, she found out. Brian reached out and took hold of her pyjama top at the waist. His hands moved briskly in opposite directions, popping the buttons as he tugged. While most of the buttons just popped open, at least one came right off, pinging against the mirror on the wall.

Brian held Cathy’s pyjama top apart, admiring her breasts. While Cathy watched, in a case of mild shock, he let go her top and captured her breasts. Now it was his turn to tease.

Cathy saw Brian’s head bend and then his mouth was suckling on her breast. She gasped, her hands clutching his hair, wanting to pull him away but enjoying the feeling too much to do so immediately. She gasped again as his hand squeezed and stroked her other breast, while his teeth were gently worrying her nipple.

Cathy was breathing hard when Brian finally raised his head. Her breasts felt swollen, and she was acutely conscious of the fact that she was a woman and that he was a man. And naked.

“Turn round and lean against the bath,” Brian said softly.

“Why?” asked Cathy.

She knew canlı poker oyna why. If she did that, he’d pull down her pyjama pants, she just knew it. And with those down, would he just touch her or would he do more? She had this funny feeling that he wasn’t going to be content with just touching. Not with his cock standing out like that.

“You know why,” came the soft reply.

“And if I don’t?” Cathy wondered.

“Then I win and I’ll leave you to your shower,” came the seductive murmur, “But if you do, we both win.”

Breathing hard, Cathy slowly turned and leaned forward, bracing her arms against the rim of the bath and waiting. Hands closed around her waist and started downwards, pushing her pyjama pants before them.

Cathy waited, nerves on tenterhooks. Brian wouldn’t really have sex with her, she was sure of it. After all, Michelle was home, even if she was in the en suite. He’d just touch her up, that’s all.

She nearly screamed when Brian’s hand close over her mound and gently massaged it. Clenching her teeth let only a squeak escape, and then she giggled nervously at the sound. She gasped as she felt Brian slip a finger between her lips, probing deep within. He’d stop soon, she told herself. Very soon.

Brian continued to massage and tease Cathy’s mound with one hand, while his other came around to find her breasts. Soon Cathy found herself under assault both fore and aft as Brian teased and tantalised.

When Brian eventually removed his hand from her mound Cathy gave a small sigh, unsure if it was from relief or disappointment. Then she gave a stifled squeal as she found Brian was only replacing his hand with something else.

This is not happening, she told herself as she felt Brian pushing slowly past her lips. He’s not doing this, she repeated to herself, feeling him sliding deeper into her. Oh, god, he is. What do I do?

What she did, Cathy found, was to push back against the erection that was invading her, helping to ease it into position. Brian’s hands dropped to her hips for a moment, steadying her while he gave one last firm push, driving fully home.

Cathy gasped as she felt Brian’s groin press firmly against her bottom, his cock fully sheathed within her. She gasped again as his hands came around her to claim her breasts. She stood there, trembling slightly, still not really internet casino believing that they were doing this.

Belief came to her swiftly as Brian pulled back and drove home again, hitting her powerfully. He was a big man, a strong man, and when he put some effort into it Cathy definitely felt the results of his size and strength. She braced herself harder against the tub, and in sheer self-defence pushed back hard against Brian when he thrust home again.

If Brian had required further encouragement (which Cathy did not consider a possibility) that eager response to his thrust was it. He set to work with a will, pounding Cathy long and hard, while Cathy worked just as hard meeting his every thrust.

I, decided Cathy after a while, am going to have bruises on both my breasts and my pussy. She was starting to feel if her pussy was being deliberately tenderised by the pounding it was taking. Not that she was objecting. Her excitement levels were climbing to the sky, and she could feel the effects of Brian’s actions throughout her body. Her every nerve seemed to be reacting to his energetic love-making, screaming for more.

More was what she got, as Brian decided to turn the heat up a notch. Cathy’s bobbing bottom could barely keep up with the pace and she was gasping audibly as they moved together.

Cathy could feel her climax approaching and she was making funny little noises, mewing with need as Brian took her ever higher. She could feel him tensing up and knew what was coming; him.

Her breath left her soundlessly as she felt Brian explode inside her and then she was holding onto him desperately as everything seemed to dissolve around her. She sagged bonelessly forward, held up more by Brian inside her and his arms around her than by her own efforts.

Cathy came to her senses fast when she felt the shower pouring onto her. Brian laughed at her squeak of shock, and she glared at him as he ran a sponge over her.

“Have your shower,” he told her. “You look like you need one.”

Then he was drying himself off again and was gone, leaving her leaning against the shower wall, wondering what on earth had got into her. Besides Brian, that is.

An hour later Cathy was in the children’s bedroom, laughing and teasing them as she got them up and dressed. There was more chattering and laughter when Michelle entered to greet her children.

“I might have known you’d already be up and attending to them,” Michelle said to Cathy. “Brian was saying he was impressed at how you always seem to be willing to do that little bit extra.”

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“Can I help you, miss?”

Jamie jumped as the voice of the sales assistant invaded her thoughts.

“No thank you, just looking,” she softly replied.

If only she would be doing more than looking, but Jamie’s finances just didn’t allow that. She wistfully turned away from the latex corset that she so desperately wanted. Jamie had discovered the Pleasure Chest store on one of her many walks around the small town where she lived. She loved to go and gaze at the merchandise, even though she would never be able to afford anything in the store.

“Costs a pretty penny, doesn’t it?”

Jamie looked up to see the sales clerk, a mousy looking girl with waifish proportions.

“You know, if you are interested, I know of a job that would pay enough so you could buy that.”

“What kind of a job?” Jamie asked.

“It’s easy!” replied the shop girl. “I know someone who needs pretty girls in costume for a Halloween party next week.”

“That sounds easy enough. What’s the catch?”

“No catch that I know of! You interested?”

“How much does it pay?”

“I’m not sure of the exact amount, but let’s put it this way. I bet you’d be able to buy three of those corsets you have your eyes on.”

The sales girl let that sink in for a moment, and then asked again. “You interested?”

Jamie didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know a thing about the party, but she sure wanted that corset.

“Why not!” exclaimed Jamie. “After all, I’m sure I can always change my mind if I don’t like all of the details.”

“I’m sure you could,” replied the soft spoken sales girl. “Here’s the poster advertising the job.”

“And there is no catch?” asked Jamie.

“Well, there’s not one listed on the poster. Looks like something I’d apply for if I wasn’t busy that night.”

Jamie was thrilled. “Thanks so much! I’ll see you next week to buy that corset!” With that, Jamie was out the shop door practically skipping down the street.

Chapter 2.

Jamie couldn’t believe her luck. She had called the number on the poster as soon as she got home to make sure the quiet shop girl wasn’t playing a joke on her. The person who answered the phone explained that he hosted exclusive parties, and for Halloween he was going all out. Because of this he was looking to hire a beautiful girl or two to be eye candy for the paying guests. Her job for the night would be to look pretty and at the conclusion of the evening, she would be paid one thousand dollars in cash. All she would have to do was meet him to pick out her costume for the party, so they arranged to meet in 45 minutes concerning the details of her costume.

At his suggestion, they had decided to meet at a local coffee shop.

“That way you know you can trust me,” he said on the phone.

Jamie arrived at the coffee shop to find a very handsome man of about 30 waiting outside.

“Are you Jamie?” he asked.

“Yes, and you must be…” she realized she didn’t know his name.

“Ah, sorry. I’m James. It’s nice to meet you. Can I buy you a coffee as we discuss your role at the party?”

Jamie was impressed. She didn’t expect a party promoter to be so considerate. “That sounds great! Do you mind if I visit the restroom? I’m a little nervous about meeting you.”

“No need to be nervous. I’ll be waiting right over there at that table.” He indicated a small booth near the front door. “What kind of coffee do you want? I’ll get it while you’re freshening up.”

Jamie almost blushed. He was so nice! She relayed her order and headed off to the ladies room.

When she returned, James was sitting just where he said, with two steaming cups of coffee on the table in front of him. Jamie slid into the booth across from him and took a small sip of the hot drink.

“Thank you for the coffee, James. I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for a beautiful girl who will make my party a success. Now, let’s get down to business. Let me go over the details of the evening. You should arrive at the party location no later than three in the afternoon. Depending on the costume you choose, you may need to arrive earlier so you are ready for the party by five o’clock. The doors open at five thirty and the whole thing should be over by two in the morning.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Jamie. “That sounds like a long night!”

“It is, but that’s why the pay is so good.”

As she sipped her coffee, Jamie thought about a cool one thousand dollars cash in her pocket at the end of that party. “And you’re sure there are no catches?”

“Not that I can think of,” smiled James.

“I don’t have to get naked or have sex with everyone or anything like that do I?”

James just smiled. He knew what was coming. He had laced Jamie’s coffee with a sedative and he was anticipating the moment when she would realize that something was amiss.

Jamie’s head was starting to spin, and she suddenly couldn’t think coherently. “James, uh, I’m sorry, but, uh…” Her head dropped down to her ample chest.

Now it was time for James to go into his act.

“Jamie, are you alright? We’d better get you home. Let me get you some water.”

With poker oyna that, James rushed over to the counter and hastily bought a bottle of water. As he helped her drink the cool liquid, Jamie seemed to perk up.

“Thanks James, I feel a bit better. But perhaps we should finish this meeting another time…” Jamie murmured as she felt her head spin again.

“Not a problem. Let me help you to your car.”

James grabbed her arm and gently led her outside. “Feeling any better? Maybe I should drive you home so you don’t get in an accident. I wouldn’t want the prettiest girl at the party missing in action.”

They headed to his car and he helped her slide in the passenger seat. Jamie was desperately trying to figure out what was wrong with her as he buckled her seatbelt. The last thing she remembered before she passed out was him asking her where she lived.

Chapter 3

Jamie woke up in a daze. Her head was pounding, her arms and legs felt like they were made of lead, and she had urge to use the bathroom. As the fog in her mind started to clear, she realized with a start that she was not at her house. She tried to get up and realized that she was tied to the bed. She started pulling at the taught ropes, but soon gave up when they wouldn’t budge. Jamie started crying softly as the reality of what had happened sank in.

“Shh, shh. Don’t cry,” he said.

Jamie’s fear quickly turned into hate. “Don’t cry?” she shouted. “What are you doing to me?”

“I’m sorry, but I had to do it this way.”

“Do what this way? Why did you lie to me?” Jamie wanted explanations, and she wanted them now.

James sat down on the bed next to the bound Jamie. “Let me start at the beginning. First of all, I really am hosting a Halloween party, and I really do hire pretty girls to be eye candy. But the problem is that this party is special, and if I told you what costume I needed you to wear, you would have said no.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, do you realize what you are wearing right now?”

Jamie thought for a moment. She actually had no idea what she was wearing, and with the way she was tied to the bed she couldn’t even see her own body. “Uh, unfortunately, you’ll have to help me out. I’m not exactly in a position to do a self analysis,” she quipped.

“I really am sorry,” James replied. “Let me explain. This year’s party is to be set in a Pirate cove. So I decided to go all out. I’ve had the party location decorated like a tropical oasis complete with palm trees, and ruins of temples. I even made sure there was a large pool with a waterfall. But I knew something was still missing. And then I realized what it was. Anyone can get those props for a party, but I needed to go one step further. I needed something that would make this party unique. So I decided I needed a live mermaid swimming in the pool.”

“And that’s where I come in?” interrupted Jamie.

“That’s where you come in. I took the liberty of keeping you sedated while I had a friend in the movie industry take some measurements of you and build a custom mermaid costume. We then put you in the costume and waited for you to wake up.”

“I’m in a mermaid costume right now?” Jamie was unconvinced. As far as she could tell, she was tied to the bed and she had to visit the restroom.

“Again, my apologies. Would you like to see?”

Would she like to see, thought Jamie. Of course she would. As mad as she was at James for tricking her, the idea of being a mermaid for the party didn’t sound all that bad.

“Please, if you don’t mind,” she replied.

“I’ll have to untie your hands. Will you promise not to do anything stupid like try to rip off the costume? It did cost me a lot of money, and if you appear at the party, I will pay you, just like we agreed.”

Jamie thought for a moment. She could try and escape, but she didn’t know where she was. Since she hadn’t seen the mermaid costume yet, she didn’t even know if she could walk. And he said he would still pay her for the party.

“I promise I won’t do anything stupid. Can I see?”

“Of course.”

James quickly untied Jamie’s hands from the bed and then helped her sit up. As he placed a pillow behind her back she saw for the first time the costume that she was wearing.

“Wow,” she exclaimed. “This is amazing!”

Jamie looked down at her naked breasts and then past to her flat stomach. Just above her crotch she saw her skin amazingly transform into beautiful pearlescent green scales. As she tried to shift her weight the scales caught the light and practically shimmered with an energy all of their own. Where her feet should have been was a beautiful translucent tail. She tried to wiggle her feet, but instead was surprised when her tail gracefully moved up and down.

“How much did this cost you?” she asked. It seemed that with every impulse of her body the tail responded. It was as if she had been attached to a real mermaid from the waist down. This was no ordinary mermaid costume. She had never seen anything so realistic in her life.

James just smiled. “Much more than I am paying you for wearing it. Do you canlı poker oyna like it?”

“Like it? This is amazing!”

“So may I assume that you’ll still do the party?”

“I still get paid?” she asked.

“You still get paid.”

“You won’t do anything else that I don’t consent to?”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Jamie thought for a moment. “And I’m free to go once the party is over?”

“Although it pains me to say this since a considerable amount of money has already been invested in the project, you are free to go now if you decide you don’t want to participate.”

All of this was overwhelming Jamie. On one hand she had been practically kidnapped, knocked unconscious, and put in a mermaid costume. But the mermaid costume was amazing. It was like a second skin, beautiful and sexy. It wasn’t even fair to call it a costume. It was so realistic. And she had to admit she enjoyed how it looked on her. And it might be nice to be the center of attention at a party. After all, it had been quite a while since she was the center of anyone’s attention. Jamie mulled all of the information over before answering.

“I’ll do it!” she decided.

James let out an audible sigh of relief. He had invested so much into the costume that he didn’t want to have it ruined because Jamie wouldn’t do the party.

“By the way, what day is it?” Jamie asked.

“It’s Wednesday.”

“Wednesday! But the party isn’t until Saturday!”

“Again, my apologies. We didn’t know how long it would take for the costume, so we budgeted a few extra days.”

“Do I have to stay in this thing until the party?”

“I’m afraid you do. It’s an eight hour application process to put it on you, and there is no guarantee that we won’t damage the tail when it’s removed.”

Jamie was starting to get mad again. “You know this is not making me want to stay for your party, James.”

“Tell you what. If you stay, I’ll double your pay and take care of all your expenses while you are in my care.”

Jamie thought for a moment before answering. “Ok, it’s a deal.”

Chapter 4

The next few days were a blur for Jamie. She had so much to learn. The first item was discovered not long after she agreed to stay and be a mermaid. James had carried her to the den and had positioned her on the couch to watch some TV. She was engrossed in a program until the minor irritation she had recognized when she awoke as a mermaid was now a major distraction.

“Uh, James. I have a personal matter to attend to.”

“And what might that be?”

“I, uh, have to go to the bathroom. How does that work in this thing?”

Jamie had no idea how she was to urinate while she was a mermaid. As she was talking she felt and looked for an opening, but none was to be found.

“Ah, another little thing about this costume.”

“What’s that?”

“Since it wouldn’t be very lady like, or very practical for that matter, for you to hike up your tail and sit on the toilet, we had to use a catheter on you.”

“A what?”

“You don’t know what that is?”

Jamie shook her head in wonderment.

“Let me explain. Like I said earlier, this is a very expensive costume. There are a number of devices built in to the tail, including a catheter. Basically it’s a tube inside of you that lets me control when you urinate. Right now the valve is closed, but I can open it at any time with this remote control. Then your urine can flow out a small tube that exits at the tip of your tail.”

“So how do I get to go?”

“Honestly, that’s a good question. Probably the best bet is for me to put you in the bathtub and then release the valve. Will that work for you?”

“I guess I have no choice! And I really have to go.”

With that, James scooped Jamie off the couch and headed for the bathroom.

As she was being carried, Jamie was able to study James a bit more closely. She had to admit he was very handsome, and he was treating her very well. Her thoughts were disturbed when he deposited her in the bottom of the large Jacuzzi tub.

“Wow! This is nice!”

“Thank you. This is where you’ll be bathing. I hope you like it,” James smiled as she took in the bathroom.

“Ok, my little mermaid, are you ready to do your business?”

“It’s not like I have any choice in the matter. You are in command.”

James didn’t miss the inflection. She seemed to enjoy being controlled by him. He smiled and held up the remote.

“Alright, one relieved mermaid on the way.”

With that he pushed a button and immediately Jamie felt the pressure begin to subside in her bladder. After a few minutes she was empty, so James put the remote back in his pocket.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Much better, thank you. But now I’m a bit dirty I’m afraid. What do we do about that?”

James didn’t say a word as he began filling the tub with warm water. Jamie could feel the heat through her tail as the water rose over her stomach and then almost up to her breasts. James added some scented oil to the water and picked up a washcloth and a bottle of body soap.

“Just what do you think you’re internet casino doing?” asked Jamie.

“I’m giving my mermaid a bath, that’s what I’m doing! And I don’t want any arguments either!”

And none were needed as she felt his strong hands massage and wash her shoulders. Jamie sighed with pleasure as she felt the tension of the past few hours fade away. What a difference from when she woke up confused and tied to a stranger’s bed. Now this same stranger was waiting on her, hand and foot! She could get used to this way of life.

Suddenly, she felt James’ hands on her firm breasts.

“And now what are you doing?”

James smiled at her. “I’m enjoying my new mermaid. Any complaints?”

Jamie had none as his hands brought new sensations to her body. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man, and this man knew just how to touch. She could feel her nipples begin to grow taut as James slowly caressed them. Jamie moaned in pleasure, when suddenly he stopped.

“Why did you stop?” she asked.

“How do I put this delicately?” he smiled. “There is no way for you to gain sexual relief while wearing your costume. I don’t want to take you to a place that you don’t want to go.”

Jamie looked at him. She gazed at his dark hair, his blue eyes, and his rugged chin. Then she glanced lower and saw a growing bulge in his pants. She knew she was having the same effect on him that he was having on her.

“James, I want to go there,” she whispered. “But only if it’s you who is taking me.”

Not another word was said. James slowly cupped each breast in his hand before gently pinching each of her aroused nipples and watching her gasp with pleasure. His hands slid down her toned stomach slowly moving in lazy circles searching for her center of pleasure. But instead he only found smooth scales. The costume covered her most intimate parts, albeit just barely, effectively hiding her clit and lips from him. But those most intimate parts have to stay hidden, a forbidden treasure that neither James nor Jamie could enjoy, until after the party.

Jamie was awash in sensations. She had never been so turned on before in her life. All she wanted was to feel James touch her in that most sensitive place, but she knew he couldn’t. But that didn’t stop the anticipation. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his hands trace the edge of her tail where it ended on her stomach. It was the ultimate tease. As soon as his hands moved to her tail, she could feel nothing. But she so desperately wanted his hands to go lower. She reclined in the huge tub, closing her eyes and enjoying James’ attention. Jamie gasped as she felt another wave of excitement pulse through her body. He was so good with his hands, that she wondered what he could do with the rest of his body. She didn’t have to wait long. Suddenly she felt a sharp tug on her left nipple followed by a cool rush of air. She opened her eyes to see James gently drag his tongue over her nipple.

“How does that feel, my little mermaid?” James asked as he looked up at Jamie.

“Wonderful, but I think you may have to stop before I grab you and do everything in my power to make love to you.”

“Too bad you can’t do that in your current situation,” smiled James. “But in any case, I think I’ll continue.”

James leaned back over Jamie’s hardened nipples and began to tease her, taking each sensitive bud into his mouth and playfully biting her ever so gently. Soon she could take no more.

“Ok that’s it!” she cried.

James looked up, concerned. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she smiled. “Now it’s your turn!”

“Is that a threat?”

“No, it’s a promise!”

Jamie started pulling at James pants and with his help he was soon kneeling next to the tub with his firm erection the focus of Jamie’s attention. She was amazed at his size. She slowly traced her fingers up and down his shaft as he quivered with excitement. Because of her position in the tub and his position outside of the tub, making good on her promise was difficult. As much as she tried, she just couldn’t find a position that worked. Jamie moaned with disappointment as he pulled away from her.

“Where are you going? I was going to repay the favor”

“I know,” he said reappearing with a towel. “I think I have a solution for our problem.”

With that James whisked Jamie out of the tub and carried her to his bedroom. Once she was comfortably positioned on the bed he softly toweled her off, quickly working to make sure she was completely dry.

“Hey silly. I’m dry enough!” interrupted Jamie. “Remember I was in the middle of a project.”

“How could I forget? So ignorant of me!”

Jamie pulled James onto the bed and then pushed him on his back. Then as gracefully as she could muster, she slid herself so she was positioned between his thighs looking past his rock hard cock towards his face. With a contented sigh, she gently took him in her mouth and began sucking. She slid up and down as far as she could, feeling her nose touch his stomach on every stroke. She could hear his breathing grow ragged and his hard cock start to twitch as she sucked harder and harder. With one final gasp she felt him fill her mouth. She kept her lips firmly around him as he emptied his load. She gently caressed his slowly shrinking member with her tongue as he closed his eyes.

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This was my time, I decided. I always had to look good for him, so I stayed in shape. At 59, I regularly heard that I looked much younger, and that was always a welcome compliment. I mean, I feel younger than 59. I think of my mom at 59 and she was in housecoats, or frumpy bland clothes. I preferred vibrant colors, current trends.

He had lost interest, and had a babe on the side, I was sure. The kids were gone. They were grown, and I began working out, just toning up. Lost 15 pounds.

I went for tanning, just enough for a glow, not those leather tans. Got new swimwear, not bikinis, I’m not crazy: Even if I look good for 59, that means I look in my forties, not twenties! No bikinis, just suits that followed my natural curves.

I’m tall, 5’10, with my natural breasts, just tucked a bit to avoid a bad sag. At 36C, many women swear they aren’t originals, but who cares.

My hair is colored, but whose isn’t? Brown, shoulder-length, with highlights almost blonde, I looked in the mirror as I packed. A little makeup and not too shabby, I thought.

Some ladies from the club convinced me that a three-day cruise would be fun. They had a package deal, what with one of them a travel agent. It was mid-week, off season, and we’d share cabins, get pampered at the spa, lounge by the pool, drink, eat, and dance. And flirt with the International crew members!

There were 8 of us, all close in age, and the limo driver came in for me with Mags close behind.

“Bad news, Honey, Kimmie can’t make it, another anxiety attack! Apparently George filled her with the Guilts about something!”

That meant I didn’t have a cabin mate. Before I could say anything, Mags went on. “But Geena said it’s no problem. If you don’t mind your own room.”

Perfect! I wasn’t thrilled with cramming into one of those tiny cabins with another woman!

On board, we all unpacked, met for cocktails, each showing off new outfits, or hair style, or bling. Women my age are as catty as 12 year olds, but we all made nice-nice. We dressed for dinner, not formal the first night, mostly pants-suits, running clothes, very casual.

Dinner was your usual bland cruise food, but the wine was flowing, and the chatter provided many stares from other diners.

Afterwards we went dancing, these Cougars on the prowl, the Magnificent Seven! Men approached cautiously, intimidated by our number, but little by little we separated, dancing, some moving to other parts of the ship for privacy. It was “What happens here, stays here” for the married ones.

I was getting a refill at the bar when two young men came over, one obviously the bolder of the two. “Hi,” he yelled over the music. “You and your friends really like to shake it, huh?”

He had one of these Cheshire Cat grins, which immediately turned me off. “Yes, it’s good exercise.” He was high twenties, good-looking, but he knew it. I hated that type.

“You know what else is good exercise?” the poker oyna lecher said. “The Horizontal Mambo!”

“His friend on my left yelled across, “Hey, Dick, watch your mouth, huh?”

He leered, I”m just bein’ friendly.”

“No, you’re being rude, let’s go, man.”

I smiled evilly back at him, “Yeah, Dick, go away.”

He was angry, but figured there were other fish to fry, and moved away, his friend saying as he left, “Sorry.” He was the same age, nice gentle brown eyes, thin beard, bushy brown hair, and my height with my heels, so about 6’2.

I smiled, and said thanks. Back with the few girls left and Mags wanted to know if those two had hit on me. I looked over and Dick was assaulting a 30 something, probably with the same line. His friend stood at the bar, looking over at me, then looking away when our eyes met.

Mags wanted to dance, and the music pulsed. I looked again, and Dick was gone, but his Buddy was still there, alone.

The DJ said, “We’re gonna slow it down now a bit,” and a ballad came on as we moved to the table. Buddy intercepted me.

“I can only do the slow ones? Want to?”

What the hell. I took his hand and we moved together, keeping it respectable. After all, I had him by at least 25 years.

“So, what happened to Dick?”

Buddy smiled. “Charlie? He’s annoying someone else now.”

“But you said his name was…”

“Because he was acting like a dick! That’s why he got so mad, when you called him Dick, too!”

I got the biggest kick out of that, unintentionally shutting Charlie down. I had to laugh and Buddy did too.

“And I assigned Buddy to you, Dick and his Buddy!”

“Then Buddy it is! Now, do I get to give you a name, too?”

Why not become someone else for three days? The secret cruise to nowhere, with secret identities. “Okay, who am I?”

He studied my face, smiling gently, making me self-conscious. “Let’s go with Sherry. I always thought that was a sexy name.”

“Yes, it is! Nice to meet you, Buddy, I’m Sherry!”

The song and and the beat picked up. “Can I buy you some Sherry, Sherry?”

“Maybe a white wine?” moving to the bar.

I looked him over as he ordered. Handsome chiseled features, good build, he looked like an athlete. “Cheers,” he clicked glasses with me.

I had decided that if I ran into a man my age, from Chicago or New York, I was willing to see what developed between us, and if sex happened, I wouldn’t be the first in my family to cheat. But here was this young man, who seemed happy not to know me, looking at me like he wanted me, 25 years older than him. Did he have a fantasy about older women that I could accommodate?

“So, for the sake of our game, my age?” I asked.

“Inconsequential! In fact, no, let’s make you… sixty! A wealthy divorcee. I hope you don’t mind playing older. It’s an old fantasy, being picked up and seduced.”

“Well, then, I’ll make you a college athlete, canlı poker oyna famous, except to me, trying to find some anonymity.”

“Perfect! I just hope Charlie doesn’t come back and ruin it.”

“You mean, Dick? He dies in a horrible accident, and we just ignore his ghost!” I laughed.

Our chat went on, Dick never returned, but we were both feeling our oats. Buddy had danced closely and bent to kiss me, and I let him. Briefly at first, then with tongue and roaming hands.

The DJ went off, leaving loops of songs, and the bar was empty. “So, can I walk you home, Sherry?”

“I’d like that.”

At my cabin door, I said, “Thanks for a wonderful evening, Buddy, can I offer you a nightcap?”

“I really shouldn’t, curfew and all, but sure!”

He followed me in. “So, Buddy, when is the game over?”

He came up behind me, hands on my hips, and pulled me back to him, then whispered in my ear. “When we’re both satisfied.” He kissed my neck and I felt a chill.

I turned to face him. “Honey, that could take all night!”

“Luckily, I’m a college athlete, in my prime!” He kissed me and my tongue darted out. I hadn’t been this excited in years, and Buddy seemed thrilled as well, especially when I was bold and felt for him, his cock already hard. And massive!

He wasted no time, unzipping my pants-suit top, stopping to nod approvingly at my 36C’s in the red lace bra, then digging in, finding my nipples and tweaking them.

Our kisses were rushed but hot, he was on my neck, mumbling something about fantasies, and I got his slacks open, reached in, and drew him out, a hefty piece of equipment. I massaged it as he tossed my bra and jacket, then lifted his own shirt off. His muscles rippled and I bit at his nipples while he undid his belt and stepped out of his slacks.

I watched him, and marvelled how natural his cock sat in my hand. It was over eight inches, much bigger than I am used to. The head was much thicker than the shaft, and the large pink head seemed too smooth to be real.

We kissed again, and his hands slid into my waistband, propelling them down, enough for them to fall. He held me as I stepped out. With heels, I was the perfect height, and I took his head and spread enough to wipe him up my trimmed bush, through my juiced lips, making his head glisten. He moaned and I did, too.

“Fuck, Sherry, you’re the sexiest woman I ever met, and that’s no game!”

I wanted to please him, far beyond my own sexual desires. I had seen enough porn to know what young men like, so I knelt before him, taking his goo-covered cock in my mouth, slurping around, while he held my head, steadying himself. The taste of my own juices added to my fervor.

His grunting told me he liked it, and his throbbing said he’d be coming soon, I remembered that much!

He began pushing and pulling on my head, all the way in, until I gagged, then back out, faster, basically fucking my head!

My internet casino clit was pulsing, and I lowered a hand, pinching it, as he went at it, and right there, I orgasmed, without him even entering me!

I thought I couldn’t make it much longer, but he couldn’t either. He roared, “Fuck!” and I coughed as the first shot almost choked me. I swallowed quickly, knowing more was due, and it sure was, the second more powerful than the first! I tried again to take it, but too much! I coughed and pulled off and Buddy came again, this time on my tits as the cum ran from my lips.

I grabbed at my panties, wiping the cum from my chin as he stood over me, smiling, completely spent, his half-hard cock sagging.

He helped me up, taking my panties, sniffing them, enjoying my scent, then he kissed me, some of his jism still in my mouth.

He was whispering how great I was as he lowered me onto the bed. I was ready for sleep, after having my first orgasm in 15 years! If the night ended then, it would have been memorable, but Buddy had other plans.

On my back now, my head swam as he kissed my neck, while his fingers toyed with my nipples which softened after orgasm, but were uber-sensitive. His mouth encircled one, and he sucked at it greedily. His other hand was petting my bush, like a furry little pet.

He moved lower, and I knew his final goal. I’m too old for this, I thought! He was down there now, lifting my legs, my bare privates exposed

to his gaze, and then his lips. He caught my clit, fully engorged, and sucked at it, sending my head spinning.

It seemed like forever! I finally had to pull him away to breathe! Me, not him! “No more, please!” I gasped as I pulled him up to kiss him, his face covered in my juices. He wiped it with the pillow and I realized he was hard, again!

He moved up over me, and I stared, and said, “Again?”

“Oh, Yeah!” he responded, hoisting himself into position just outside me. I gasped and grabbed him, leading him into me. It was pure pleasure!

Deeper and deeper he went, and I felt like he was bust me open. He was all the way, then ground his hips, stirring the pot, measuring me. Then he was leaving, and I almost cried out, but he got to just my lips, then back inside he came, teasing me with his rod.

I found myself grunting with each push, then gasping at withdrawal, I tried to move under him to help. We were like a machine, the pistons pounding away at me. I felt another orgasm, larger than the first, just a few more thrusts, one more, one more! “UNGHHHH!” I released, not knowing he had crested, too. He arched and held inside me, unloading again and we both cried out.

We slumped together, his cock still filling me, now limp. We both were lifeless, except for breathing. We kissed, touching each other.

I felt fulfilled, more than I can remember, and didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. Slowly, he slid out. “Thanks,” he whispered as he dressed.

“My pleasure, Buddy.”

He bent and kissed me before he left. “Can we continue our game tomorrow?”

“Love to, just keep it low-key in front of my friends.”

“You’re really married, then? Even more exciting!”

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“Holly! Take a look at these,” Robert said enthusiastically.

Holly knew what was coming. She had took the plunge and agreed to satisfy Roberts shoe fetish and this was the first pair he had found since. Robert would search endlessly for shoes he thought were sexy. One week it could be wedges, the next stilettos, another platform, then boots, sandals or courts for example. There was no rhyme nor reason to it. The only thing Robert could explain was WHY he liked a particular shoe.

“Go on then. Let’s have a look,” she said slightly apprehensive of what was coming.

Robert passed over his phone.

“Oh, wasn’t expecting those. I had visions of massive stripper heels! These are well, just normal heels? What’s the big deal?”

“Well! They are peep toe. Painted toe nails means, TICK! There is a small hidden platform and a 5 inch heel which just makes a sexy silhouette. Mainly though it’s the black leather that does it. It just makes my dick ache.”

“Hmm ok, do you want me to wear them?”

“Erm. Yeah,” Robert said laughing.

“I can’t walk in those Robert! Plus I’ll tower above you!”

“Yeah well I’m not wanting you to trot round in them all night, that’s not fair for my gratification. All I’d like is for you to just put them on every now and again in the house or when we have sex,” he said with a sheepish smile.

“Oh ALL you’d like, I see. Not asking much are you,” Holly replied in a jokey manner.

“Can I order them?” Robert asked with an air of excitement.

Rolling her eyes, “yes go on then!”

“Yes!” Robert said with joy as he headed back to sofa adding them to his internet shopping basket. He usually looked at a pair of shoes he found online multiple times a day, wanting to buy them for his better half to wear but knowing it probably wouldn’t happen. Teasing himself until the feeling passed. Could take days, even weeks.

The agony of the wait for the delivery was over by Friday. A text had flashed up on Roberts phone:

‘DELIVERY NOTICE: Your parcel from Sole Shoes is out for delivery’

Robert felt his cock swell. “They would be there before I get home!” He thought to himself. Luckily Holly worked at home on a Friday so she would be in to receive them. A couple of slow agonising hours passed before two messages in quick succession:

Holly: Guess what’s arrived!! Xxxx

The other message was the delivery notification from the carriers. Roberts cock swelled again as he returned a message to Holly:

Robert: fuck me i am excited xxxx

Holly replied with a laughing face emoji. She was still unsure about the hype. It was just a pair of shoes! Wasn’t it?

Robert finished work and hurried home. He couldn’t wait to see the shoes. Arriving home he unlocked the door and stepped in the house.

“Hello,” he shouted.

“Hi love,” Holly replied from upstairs.

Scanning the room quickly he laid his eyes on the parcel. He hurried over and opened the outer packaging. Doing it quietly so Holly didn’t come down whilst he looked poker oyna at them in the flesh for the first time, he always felt embarrassed about his fetish for some reason.

The shoe box lay before him on the table, flipping the lid open there was tissue paper covering them. Robert could see the silhouette through the paper. Slowly unveiling the first shoe to a sudden rush of arousal circulating through his body.

Picking up the shoe he inspected it, smelt the leather then placed it on the table to get the other out. Repeating the same process of inspecting the shoe. Once complete he put them back in the box and adjusted his semi so it wasn’t as visible to go upstairs to see Holly.

“Good day?” He asked as he got to the top of the stairs.

“Yeah good thank you, yours?” Holly replied.

“Yeah good thanks.”

They discussed their day in more detail. The crap parts of their days and how all they had done was look forward to the weekend. Roberts mind wandered to the shoes on the table downstairs, he couldn’t bring himself to mention them even though Holly knew about them. He just wanted her to try them on but he didn’t know how to ask without the feeling of him sounding creepy.

They both headed downstairs, Holly sat on the sofa and Robert announced he was going to the shop, “want anything from shop? I’m off for some beer.”

“No thanks love,” Holly replied with a smile.

“Ok, cya soon.”

Robert walked through the house, past the table with the shoes on. He exhaled a deep breath, pushing out his cheeks in the process. He headed out the door to the shop.

As soon as the door was shut Holly ran upstairs. Quickly stripping off her clothes, underwear and socks she headed to her draw. Pulling out a black satin chemise and black satin robe. Putting the chemise on it hugged her beautiful figure, also showing her breasts off in a provocative manner. It came to mid way down her thigh, as did the robe when she slipped into it. Tying the satin belt loosely round her waist. She stood and took a look in the long mirror before turning and walking out the room. She headed downstairs, closing the curtains in the room and sat on the sofa again, where she was when Robert left. The lamp was on and provided enough light.

Robert wrestled his key into the door and flung it open. Grunting and puffing his way in with a crate of beer. Unaware that Holly was ready to greet him. He put some beers in the fridge as Holly was patiently waiting for what felt like an eternity. Walking into the room, “what do you Want putting in,” he said before stopping mid sentence and his jaw hitting the floor.

“What’s brought this on?” He said with a smile as he approached Holly on the sofa. Her leg came up and she put her foot on his stomach.

“Stop there!” Holly said. “I understand I have some new shoes?”

Roberts mouth moved but no words came out at first, “erm. Yeah. YES! You do!” He managed to eek out before going into the kitchen to grab the shoes. He brought them in and placed the box on the floor. canlı poker oyna He unpacked the shoes as Holly raised her foot for him. Taking her soft foot in his hand he kissed the top before bringing the shoe up and placing it on. It fit perfectly and the red nail varnish on Holly’s toes made the shoe pop better than Robert could have ever imagined. He was rock hard, so turned on he had pre cum leaking from his cock already.

“Hmm these look alright,” Holly said looking at them and moving her feet with her legs stretched out.

“They look amazing, you look amazing,” Robert said now standing up.

Holly stood up and slightly unsteadily stepped towards Robert. Their lips met and their tongues collided as the passion intensified. Their hands running over each others bodies. Robert reached down and grabbed Holly’s satin clad arse.

“Upstairs you,” Holly said between their kisses.

“With pleasure.”

“First though. Sorry! Can’t walk up stairs in these!” Holly said as she slipped the shoes off and headed for the stairs. They ran upstairs to the bedroom and Holly stepped back into the shoes. Robert approached her and pulled the belt of her robe causing it to fall open. Holly pulled his T-shirt over his head and threw it down before they started kissing again. Both of them were incredibly horny. Roberts cock was hard as stone. Holly felt his bulge before she started unbuttoning and pushing his jeans down. Stepping out of them, Holly dropped to her knees, and pulled at his boxers unveiling Roberts impressive hard cock. Somewhere between 6 and 7 inches and enough girth to stretch Hollys fanny every time they fucked. She loved it.

A few quick strokes and Holly licked the pre cum from the tip of Roberts hard cock. She took him into her mouth bobbing her head as she tasted his cock. Roberts moans encouraged her to use her tongue and continue to stroke his cock as she sucked.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Robert said as he held Hollys hair.

She worked his cock amazingly teasing him by licking up and down his shaft before sucking him quickly again. Robert wanted to return the gesture so he pulled her to stand up, their eyes met. Robert kissed Holly deeply, slipping his tongue in her mouth hoping to be able to taste himself on her. Robert pulled Hollys robe down and off. Holly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bed. She laid back and put her feet up to touch Roberts cock with her new shoes. Robert put his hands on her shoes and pushed them together round his cock and slowly rubbed his cock on them.

Kneeling down Robert licked his pre cum from Hollys shoes before kissing up her legs.

Holly loved Robert going down on her, opening her legs as an invitation for him to ravish her wet fanny she pulled her chemise up to her waist. Robert buried his tongue inside her before licking in a swirling motion up to her clit, randomly darting his tongue round to keep her guessing. Holly felt Roberts fingers achingly close to being inside her. Her fanny ached to be touched. He teased a bit longer still internet casino licking her clit before sliding his index and middle finger into her fanny. “Mmmmm,” Holly moaned as he slowly started to finger her continuing to flick his tongue on her clit.

Robert spontaneously stopped pleasuring Holly much to her annoyance as he grabbed the satin belt from her robe.

“What are you doing?” Holly asked with a slightly irritated tone.

“Give me your hands,” Robert answered as Holly saw the satin belt in his hand.

Without a second thought she stuck her hands out in front of her and let Robert tie the soft satin belt around her wrists. They kissed again as Holly felt an extra wave of arousal rush over her body. Putting his hands under her thighs, Robert manoeuvred Holly onto her back. As their lips met again she felt the tip of his cock rest on her aching fanny.

Pushing her hands back and lightly pinning them above her head Robert slid his cock into Holly.

She moaned as she felt him stretch her fanny with his amazing cock.

Burying his face in her neck Robert kissed Hollys neck as he began to slide his cock in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his back. The feeling of the shoes on his back spurring him on to speed up his thrusts. Holly loved being fucked hard and fast.

Robert knew he couldn’t keep this up and not cum before Holly so quickly changed position.

“Turn over!” He panted.

“Fuck, yes!” Holly whispered as she was being told to get in her favourite position. Roberts cock hit her G spot every thrust like this.

With her on all fours, Robert reached over to Holly’s hands and used the extra length of the belt to tie her hands to the head board. He kissed her before positioning himself behind her.

“Mmm that arse,” he said before flicking his tongue round her arse hole whilst he slipped his fingers in her fanny. Holly buried her face in a pillow and moaned loudly as she felt her clit being rubbed.

“Ready?” Robert said as he pushed the tip of his cock into Hollys fanny.

“Yes, yes, please fuck me!” She replied, pushing back on his cock. Taking his length.

Grabbing her hips Robert thrust in and out of Hollys fanny with determination. Burying her face again to muffle her moaning Holly was in heaven. She pushed back to get the feeling of Robert fucking her harder.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Holly screamed into the pillow. Maintaining the same pace Robert fucked Holly good as she rolled into an orgasm, her legs and body shook as she moaned into her pillow.

Taking his hands from her hips Robert grabbed a shoe with each hand. He ran his fingers into the arch of one of her feet, feeling the sole of her foot and arch in his hand and the shoe on the back of his hand.

“Aaaaahhhhh,” Robert moaned as he exploded into Hollys fanny, who was still reeling from her orgasm. He managed a few more thrusts then pulled out. Slapping Hollys arse as he moved, she was still panting to catch her breath.

Robert untied Hollys hands and she grabbed him and kissed him deeply. Before they collapsed on the bed.

“I need to go sort my self out,” Holly said.

“Nah you don’t,” Robert said as he slid down the bed and pushed her legs apart…

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I seemed to have been cooking and cleaning for days, and now I was darting to the window every few minutes – every time I heard a car door slam or a neighborhood dog bark. ‘They’re coming home…My boys are coming home…’ My heart seemed to skip every other beat with joy and relief as I wiped the already spotless kitchen counter one last time and I sat down, mentally assessing the menu to make sure everyone’s favorites were included. Mulling over my coffee I grew lost in my memories….

Mike and Chris had grown up together, becoming ‘Best Buds’ in Kindergarten. They’d played T-ball and peewee basketball together – taught each other how to swim – Mike taught Chris to ride a 2-wheeler and Chris taught Mike how to cast a fly-rod. They hadn’t always agreed and, as boys will, had battled often over everything from ideology to who’s Mom made better cookies (which always made me laugh because Linda didn’t bake to start with so what they found to argue about was a puzzle to me).

Linda and I had both been single mothers – it should have made a bond between us – but we were never as close as the boys were. Linda tended to flightiness – in life and in motherhood – but I think she resented that Mike liked being at my house more, where meals and bedtimes were regular and the power was on unless storms or other natural disasters interfered.

By the time the boys were Juniors in High School, Mike was more or less living at our house – Linda was off on a motorcycle adventure with an unemployed artist – and I stood in ‘loco parentis’ as it were. Mike had been calling ME ‘Mom” as well for a few years by then, ‘Aunt’ Maggie seeming a little awkward and not being able to bring himself to call me just ‘Maggie’. It was fine with me – I loved ALL my sons – dishing out praise, punishment and oodles of love and good cooking. The boys had graduated together, taken a year of Community College to sort themselves out and then enlisted together.

The recruiter and I had both warned them that they might not even go to basic let alone ever serve together, but they were determined, and as things turned out – they were also lucky. From basic training on – they had gone every step of the way together – able to stand together, comfort each other, strengthen each other, and watch each other’s backs. And now, after a total of 18 months of what they would only describe as ‘hell’ in the Middle East – my boys were coming home for a long leave and a state-side duty assignment.

Lost in my musing – wondering how they will have changed – I was startled when the kitchen door opened but expected my oldest son, Tim to pop in. Instead the door swung wide with the breeze. Thinking that perhaps the wind had blown it open I got up to close it but as I came around the counter, who should I see, standing at the foot of the stairs – grinning like a pair of tanned, camo-clad monkeys but my boys! Simultaneous, as always, came the chorus of –

“Hi Mom, I’m HOME!”

Squealing with delight I dove down the stairs to wrap them up in hugs and kisses. It was a total surprise when both boys picked ME up and swung me off my feet instead, hugging me tightly and kissing my cheeks loudly. When had they gotten so tall and broad-shouldered, I wondered? It hadn’t been that long since they’d been home on leave and I certainly didn’t recall such a dramatic change….

I was babbling, asking when and how they’d gotten in? And they were both laughing and slapping each other on the back – bragging about how they ‘snuck in on stealth mode’ and about how surprised I was. As they came into the house suddenly the kitchen seemed too small. Eyes darting everywhere they took in the buffet spread across the counters – sink filled with ice and beer – platters of sandwich ‘fixin’s’ – chips and homemade dips and salsa – Chris’ favorite, the bratwurst simmered happily in a pot of beer, waiting for his brother Tim to come and throw them on the grill – Mike’s favorite li’l smokies in barbecue sauce – my granddaughter’s favorite broccoli salad – Tim’s favorite barbecue rice – there was something special for everyone.

The boys shrugged off their shirts, popped open a couple of the Coronas and drained them without stopping. Chris belched and Mike called him a ‘douchebag’. It was a lot like it always had been – except for the shadows behind their eyes – the wariness in their stance – their lean muscularity and the fact that I now barely came up to their shoulders. Oh, and the matching unit tattoos on their biceps.

They were laughing and talking – trading stories about their trip home – people they’d seen and places they’d been when it happened. Chris accidentally dropped a chip loaded with dip on the floor and yelled, “C’mere Sammy – come and get it!”

Looking at me he asked, “Mom, where’s poker oyna Samson? Did you put him in the bedroom? Can I let him out?”

Heart in my throat and tears filling my eyes I shook my head, “No, son. I didn’t have the heart to tell you before you got home – I didn’t want you to be distracted.”

“Awww shit, no!” from Mike as he reached to grab Chris by the shoulder in a tight hug.

“The vet said it was spinal disc disease – that basset hounds are prone to it. He went down pretty fast – he just couldn’t hold on till you got home, he tried but we lost him this Spring.”

We were all now tightly locked in a three-fold hug, freely dripping tears. My face was buried in someone’s chest. There was a very masculine smell of clean male, and aftershave. It was very comforting just to lean there against that broad firm surface for a brief while. There was a rumble from somewhere within the chest I was leaning on –

“When?” Mike again.

“April,” I replied. It was late June now.

“Stupid ol’ dog,” Chris now. “Couldn’t wait two more months.”

We’d had Samson for 14 years and we’d all grown attached to his soulful looks, long floppy ears and his galloping good will and it had been a long, lonely two months without him around the house keeping me company. It was an enormous relief when the door popped open again and Tim, his wife Debbie and little Katie came in. Katie, at four, was a carrot-top with curly pigtails and freckles and she adored her uncles.

Shrieking happily on a note guaranteed to pierce eardrums and shatter crystal she demanded, “Down Daddy!”

Reaching the boys she grabbed one by each leg exclaiming, “Unc’ Mike! Unc’ Chris! I love you! Now pick me UP!”

“All right sweetpea. How’s my favorite girlfriend?” Chris, at 6’4″ was the tallest of the three boys and once she was seated on his shoulder the bows on her pigtails brushed the ceiling.

“I’m fine. I’m going to Kinniegarden soon. Look Unc’ Chris, Gramma made broclily salad.”

“Broccoli” he corrected.

“S’what I said,” she patted him on the head. “Your heads fuzzy Unc’ Chris. Shhhhh. I got a secret.”

Chris was still eating – passing occasional tidbits to his niece. “Oh?” he replied absently. “What’s the secret?”

“Mommy’s got a baby in her tummy.”

“WHAT?”

We all simultaneously turned to look at Debbie who blushed. Tim waved the barbecue tongs in Katie’s direction –

“Young Lady!”

“Uh oh! Unc’ Mike – I gotta pee!”

Everyone laughed at the diversionary tactic and I took Katie off to the bathroom as the door opened again to admit some of the boys’ friends from High School.

# # #

All things considered, I thought, it had been a long hard day. Several days in fact spent cleaning the house and patio and making sure that everything had been sparkling clean – no dust to remind them of the dreary days in their past. I groaned at a sore shoulder muscle and shifted in bed. I was exhausted – no doubt about that – but I was too wound up to sleep. I listened but the house was silent. The boys were apparently asleep at the far end of the house and I was alone in my room off the kitchen. My mind wandered back to the moment this afternoon when I’d realized what a pleasure it was to feel a man’s arms around me again, and soon I was thinking of…remembering…one thing that never failed to send me sweetly to sleep. My hands wandered with my thoughts, one hand lazily stroking a nipple through my gown, the other reaching lower, running one finger gently down the length of my slit. My pussy pulsed and throbbed under my fingers as my need began to build. Getting up I closed my bedroom door and dropped my nightgown in a puddle of moonlight at the foot of the bed.

Reaching into the drawer next to the bed I could have picked out what I wanted blindfolded – just by feel. The smooth silken feel of the silicon vibe fell immediately into my hand and it hummed quietly when I turned the base. Long and slender the detailed vein-like ridges and slightly bulbous head always seemed to reach just the right spots. Leaving it on low I licked and sucked it, trying to build a fantasy in my mind. Another stray thought from the afternoon intruded. Oh – yes – the clean male smell of soap and deodorant and a hint of muskiness – a very nice aftershave – a strong warm chest. How long since I’d leaned against a strong warm chest and had real arms around me instead of just those of my ‘dream lovers’?

Didn’t bear thinking about really, but now I was getting even more aroused. I could feel my nether lips swelling and my own honey beginning to moisten my thighs. Wetting my fingertips I swirled them around a nipple. God that felt good. The night breeze wafting through the window was cool despite the heat of the day. Sudden gooseflesh pebbled my skin and my nipples drew up hard and tight. The vibe was warm from the heat of my mouth now and I touched it to the other nipple remembering…other hands, other tongues and teeth touching me. Tracing a line of fire down my neck, the underside canlı poker oyna of my raised arm, the fold of my arm, the sensitive skin below my breast and down my flank. A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips when I first touched the tip of the saliva slick toy to my sex.

Sliding the tool slowly between the folds of my cunt I felt the pressure building higher. Still vibrating on the low setting, I moved it lightly over the tip of my clit, dipping the head just inside the mouth of my pussy. I seemed to actually be able to hear the slurping sound my juices make as I moved the vibe rapidly in and out for a minute, teasing myself. But that’s not quite the sensation I want either.

Laying the silicon toy to one side for now I reach into the drawer again. Here in the corner – the Astroglide – yes, that might work I think and popping the cap up I pour the shockingly icy fluid over my nipples, and down my belly to my slit. My nipples are hard as rocks now, big around as my little fingers and I twist and tweak them, feeling the pleasure run straight through to my cunt. God yes, that’s so good. Running my fingertips down my belly, through the viscous fluid and over my clit.

Pulling my folds up and apart and using just the pads of my fingertips I begin strumming back and forth across the top of my clit – imagining a saliva wet tongue dancing across and over it in similar fashion. Over and around and back to the strumming rhythm. My legs involuntarily spread wider. Tonight I want something different – something more…. Fumbling toward the back of the drawer I put my hand on a surface that gives. That’s it – that’s the ticket. Purchased years ago on a whim the dildo was bigger than any I usually used and made of a spongy material called “real skin”. I don’t ordinarily enjoy it because of its strange texture but tonight…..

Coating my hands in the lube pooled around my navel I cover the shaft in my hand sliding it between my nether lips. The head alone was as big around as the shaft of my previous toy. A slow inch at a time, easing the big toy out and then sliding it back in, a little further every time, till my cunt is stretched hot and tight around the massive rod. I am so full and every movement pulls my clitoris down against the big dildo.

Strumming my fingers across the tight skin surrounding my clit now sends my pleasure spiraling. My own lubrication is increasing, and the monster cock is sliding in and out more easily. I’m close, really close. I just need….more hands or something…. Grabbing the vibe again I thumb the base to set the speed on high and hold it to my clit.

The orgasm rocks me – all my muscles seize, my back arches up and off the bed, knees locking and I roll to one side shuddering helplessly in the throes of the aftershocks. I have enough strength left to pull the sheet over me and think, “yes, now I can sleep and tomorrow…….”

# # # #

All things considered, he thought, it had been a long hard day. Several days in fact spent traveling across half a world of distance and an eternity of time. He wasn’t used to sleeping in a soft bed in a room that was too quiet anymore. Most of all, he simply wasn’t used to sleeping soundly – for any length of time – the guys who did didn’t come home. He rolled over again but it was no good – he needed to check the perimeter. He knew in a rational, logical sort of way that everything would be fine but he had to do it before he could rest again.

Moving on cat feet in the hall he worried briefly that it might be too dark – you can’t turn on a light dude, defeats the purpose and they can locate you then. Shaking his head at his own whimsy he realized there was enough moonlight coming in for him to see where he was going and he began to methodically check the doors and windows to make sure that all was safe and secure. Moving toward the front of the house he thought briefly about stepping outside and having a butt. Mom didn’t approve of smoking in the house but there were plenty of ashtrays, chairs and tables outside on the patio.

He thought he heard a noise – an odd sort of noise. Is that Mom? Is she okay? Worried, but with the continued stealth born of survival training achieved under hard circumstances he eased her door open. Shaking his head at himself again and thinking, “dude if she’s just having a bad dream you don’t want to wake her up.” Instead he caught his breath at what the moonlight revealed….

Mom – breasts and belly glistening with some kind of oil – her legs spread wide and hands busy at her pussy. God damn, Mom….Maggie, forever and hereafter, MAGGIE! He felt himself stirring and getting hard watching her. Seeing the size of the plaything she found to use sent his own hand to his zipper. He didn’t think he’d ever been so hard and his dick was starting to ooze pre-cum. Wrapping his fist tight around the base, his fingers barely met and he gave a tug thinking, “‘Monster’ m’friend, there may be hope for you yet!”

He stroked as Maggie stroked, slowing and delaying himself so that he could watch her cum before internet casino his own hot jets spurted into the hastily grabbed kitchen towel. God, she was so beautiful, curled limp and spent from her climax. He wished… A whisper of noise from upstairs alerted him and he closed the door softly, shoving the wadded up towel to the back of the counter. As the padding of quiet footsteps neared the kitchen he turned on the faucet quietly, filling the nearby cup with water. God-water you could drink from the faucet-what a luxury!

Chris’s soft voice came from behind him – not the sibilance of a whisper but softer than a sigh – yet clearly audible and pitched to his ears, “You too?”

Turning his back to the counter he grinned in the dark. “Checking the perimeter?” His own voice equally soft, indistinguishable from the other night noises over 10 feet away.

An answering flash of white was Chris’s responding grin. “Want a butt?”

“Naw man, I’m good.”

What he wanted was to get back to his room where he might be able to get control of his shaking hands again. To lose himself in the heady memory of this afternoon when she had wept on his chest. To smell her perfume again after 18 months of smelling dirt and sand and his own sweat. To feel her breasts pressed against him. The ones he had just seen, glistening in the moonlight, her nipples….. Gulping the last of the water he set the cup back down with a sharp click, harder than he’d intended. Chris had his hand on the door but paused to look back.

” ‘k?”

“Yeah. G’night man.”

“Night.”

Back in his room he lay on the bed putting his skills as squad leader to use formulating a ‘battle plan’. Arms crossed behind his head, staring into the dark, he thought about how Maggie had always treated him like another son – a welcome extension to her family. A secure feeling when he was younger and needed the love and comfort a home and mother had provided. She never knew or suspected she’d been his first fantasy of choice when his growing balls had ached for relief. Chris did and hadn’t objected – just thought he was nuts for picking Mom instead of J-Lo or Beyonce or someone like that… Not that there was anything at ALL wrong with those choices either and he’d beat his meat a time or two (or a hundred he grinned at the thought) to fantasies of them as well. But Mom…Maggie…was here. He knew the smell of her perfume, her hair after she washed it. How she looked first thing in the morning with tousled hair and her nipples showing through her T-shirt as she made the coffee…bending over to feed Samson with her white granny panties tucked between her pouty pussy lips and her pear-shaped ass in the air. How many mornings in high school had he had to run back upstairs and frantically beat off before school? How many days had they gone to school? He started to figure it in his head and then gave up the diversion.

The problem was, the way he saw it, that Maggie still viewed both of them as kids, as her sons. Step One then will be getting her to see him as a full grown male and no relation to her. Step Two will be to get Chris out of the house. Step Three then….but here his mind was overwhelmed with a barrage of mental pictures and possibilities. He wasn’t a virgin but had to admit a serious lack of solid experience. He knew the basic mechanics and that Post A went into Slot B…only in his case that had been hard to arrange. Girls his own age had tended to take one look at his pecker and get pale. Ten inches erect, he thought it was the fact that he was fully seven and a half inches in circumference at the base that was the biggest problem. Even the two biggest ‘sluts’ at school, who laid the entire football team, had taken one look and gulped. It had taken an amazing amount of beer on his 18th birthday to talk one of them into letting him put it in. That and a couple of pros was the extent of his experience.

He’d seen movies, and magazines though, and read plenty of on-line erotica, he had an idea of what to do. It was just where and how to start that was so overwhelming. But seeing Maggie with her hand wrapped around that big thing (what were they called again….oh yeah, dildos) – sliding it in and out of her, glistening in the moonlight with her juices. He KNEW she could handle ‘Monster’. Remembering the sight sent his blood rushing to his cock again, and it stirred, hardened and eventually stood proudly with a slight right hand curve, the darkened red skin of the helmet already showing a pearly drop of pre-cum. Rubbing his thumb over the head lightly he spread the silky fluid, enjoying the sensation and imagining how it might feel to have Maggie’s lips and tongue covering him.

As more of the fluid oozed he visualized again every memory of Maggie’s breasts in detail. Nipples proud and puckered on cold mornings, breasts full and rounded with only a slight sag against her ribs. Her skin, shining like liquid silver in the moonlight tonight and the flex of her calf and thigh muscles when her orgasm hit her and she arched off the bed before collapsing on her side. The swell of her ass and the deep V indent of her pussy. Imagining her pussy and the soft, wet velvet warmth surrounding him he stroked himself to completion again and finally collapsed into dreamless sleep.

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Chapter 4: Dating and meeting people

I showed up at Martha’s house on New Year’s Eve. There were quite a few people there. Lee (Martha’s husband) came over and handed me a beer. I thought about telling him I was only twenty but decided, to hell with it. I was going to have a good time.

Most of the people at the New Years party were probably in their thirties on up. I recognized a few people from work and even a few regular customers that I have seen at the store. It seemed as though most people were couples but I also noticed a few without wedding rings. I saw Linda there and she came up and gave me a hello kiss. At first I was a bit embarrassed but her date didn’t say anything.

I was introduced to everyone but was lucky to remember a few names. Even though the women were older they looked good. I think most women look pretty good after going through their rituals on getting ready for a night out. I remember my Aunt Trudy would take two hours getting ready whenever she was going out. For an average looking woman she always looked pretty nice to me.

I did see a couple of younger couples, probably in their twenties but they all had on wedding rings. Marge introduced me to a woman and said it was her sister Sandy. She lived in Michigan but came down to visit and join in the New Years party. I’m guessing she was in her early thirties but I’m not all that good with ages.

The music was blaring out and Sandy asked me to dance. I told her I was just an average dancer but she said at parties nobody really cared. It wasn’t long before I had my arms flailing and feet moving with the best of them. I was having the time of my life. Nobody cared that I wasn’t a great dancer. I think I did as well as most of the guys out there.

After a couple of beers I switched over to the punch. I wasn’t used to drinking. No one told me the punch was spiked and I was dinking it like water. Marge came up to me and told me I might want to slow down on the punch or I might not make it till midnight

That’s when I found out it was spiked. I did switch over to pop after that but the damage was done, the booze was in my system. The party was great and I ate a lot, danced with a number of women including Martha and Linda. When Linda’s date wasn’t looking she grabbed me by the ass and smiled.

I looked around and Martha was smiling at me. Later when I danced with her she told me Linda said that I was quite the lover. To say I was embarrassed would be an understatement. Martha told me not to worry about it, a lot of women talked about the guys they’ve been with.

“You mean to tell me women talk about their love life?”

“Not all but some do. Linda does and she said you were something else. Don’t worry, I’m not after you, Lee and I have a good marriage. Hope you’re having a good time at the party.”

“I am but I might have drunk too much and might need a ride home later.”

“We have a couch down in the basement you’re welcome to use. That way you can party longer. You need to have some fun.”

I thanked Martha and switched back to the punch. Since I was staying the night I didn’t have to worry about driving. I started spending more time with Sandy. I had found out that she was divorced for about a year. She was married for ten years but it didn’t work out. According to her they got married too young and her husband cheated on her. They had two kids who were to spend New Years with their father so she came to visit her sister.

She worked as an office secretary for an auto firm in Michigan. I do have to say she was a good looking woman and seemed really nice. I loved slow dancing with her. She liked to put her arms around my neck and my arms around her waist. The more we danced the closer we danced. At one point we took a break and I went to get us both a glass of punch. While I was waiting I saw her talking to Linda. I had to wonder what they might be talking about.

They had a mistletoe hanging in one of the doorways and whenever a man and woman went under it together they kissed. It was all in fun and I must have kissed a dozen women. Sandy at least four times. At midnight they had the countdown on with Dick Clark. At midnight everyone yelled Happy New Year and every one kissed the women and shook hands with the men.

Linda and Sandy added at little extra when they kissed me. Lee gave everyone a small glass of champagne and we made a toast to the new year and sang Auld Lang Syne. I have to admit it was fun. After that we went back to eating and dancing.

Some people were getting ready to go home. By two in the morning most everyone had left. The only ones left were Martha and Lee, who lived there and Sandy and me. We put the food away and Martha said we could clean up the rest of the mess in the morning.

I thanked her for a wonderful time and headed down the basement where she had a pillow and blanket for me on the couch. I took off my clothes down to my undies and lay down on the couch. I noticed they had a bedroom in the basement poker oyna also. I kind of wondered why I was on the couch.

It didn’t take me long to figure it out. Sandy came downstairs. She was sleeping in the spare room. I couldn’t help thinking about her as she went into the room and closed the door. In my mind I could picture her getting naked.

It wasn’t five minutes later when she came out of the room with a short nightgown on. She came over to me and said, “Happy New Year Joey,” and leaned down and kissed me. I mean one of those lover type kisses that Mary talked about.

We were actually swapping tongues when she reached down and grabbed a hold of my now hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it like Mary used to do and sucked on the head. I remember again Mary telling me to take care of the woman and she would take care of me.

I pushed Sandy back lightly and sat up. She looked at me a bit surprised but didn’t say anything. I sat her down on the couch and noticed she had on a near see through pair of panties. I reached up and pulled them off of her. She lifted up her hips, helping me. She still hadn’t said a word.

I got on my knees, spread her legs and buried my face into her pussy. I rubbed my face in her trimmed bush and then down to her pussy, licking her nub on my way down. She wasn’t talking but was making noises. I rubbed her nub with my thump first gently and then faster. At the same time I was licking and tonguing her pussy.

I felt her get extremely wet as she held my head to her pussy. After having an orgasm she asked me if I wanted to share her bed. Needless to say we headed into the bedroom. I remembered to stop and take a couple of condoms out of my wallet.

We began with me rubbing her shoulders and working down to her breasts just like Mary had shown me. I rubbed her breasts from the side up to her nipples. I could see them getting hard and bent over and began sucking on them.

“My God! Where did you learn to make love like this? You seem so young?” asked Sandy.

“Let’s just say a good friend taught me,” I replied.

I kissed my way back down to her tummy. She was gyrating against my hand that was rubbing her pussy. “I’m ready whenever you are,” replied Sandy.

I got up, slipped on a condom and slowly entered Sandy. It didn’t take long before we were pumping hard against each other. As I felt her orgasm starting I let go and filled my condom. I held still and waited for her spasms to stop. When they did I pulled out and went to the downstairs bathroom and flushed the condom down the toilet and wiped myself off.

When I came out of the bathroom, I notice Sandy was fast asleep. She seemed so peaceful. I gently covered her and went back to my couch, a very satisfied man.

I woke up in the morning and washed up, got dressed and headed upstairs. Martha and Sandy were having coffee and toast. When they saw me they were both smiling. I had no idea if Sandy said anything to her sister.

“Would you like some toast and coffee?” asked Martha.

“No coffee but orange juice would be good if you have any,” I replied.

“Did you sleep well on the old couch?” asked Martha.

“I must have really been tired. I slept great.”

“Partying will do that to you,” said Sandy. “I slept like a baby and had some wonderful dreams.” I still wasn’t sure if she said anything to her sister.

We sat there and I thanked Martha for inviting me to her party. I told her I had a wonderful time. Sandy smiled at me and said, “It was really nice meeting you. I hope to see you again when I come down to visit. I’m leaving to go home today.”

“It was great meeting you too. You sure are a good dancer.” I knew I should say something nice but I was rather new at this type of thing. “It would be nice to see you again also,” I replied.

After eating my toast and drinking my orange juice I said my goodbyes and headed for home. As I pulled in the driveway I had to wonder if Mary’s evening was as fulfilling as mine. It didn’t take long to figure out when I saw Henry’s vehicle in the driveway. Nancy had stayed at her dad’s last night.

Life went on and was good. Martha always smiled at me at work but never said anything about me being with her sister. Linda on the other hand asked me over a couple of times. I did go over and see her but I didn’t want to build a relationship and neither did she.

One morning as I was getting ready to leave work my boss asked me if I could make a delivery for him. He usually made it but had some important things to do that particular morning. He said it was Mrs. Green, one of our best customers. She actually lived on the ritzy part of town. She rarely came into the store but always called in her order and Mr. Chase usually delivered it.

He said he would pay me for an extra hour in my wages and she usually was a great tipper. He smiled when he said it. I loaded her groceries in my car and headed for her house. It was a big beautiful home in the suburbs. Well kept lawns, most canlı poker oyna everyone had pools. It was definitely upper class.

I rang the doorbell and she came to the door in a robe. Her hair was still wet so I figured she must have just gotten out of the shower.

“Hello, Mrs. Green. I’m Joey from the market. Mr. Chase asked me to deliver your groceries.”

She smiled at me and asked me to set them on the counter. I had to make four trips from my car.

“Would you mind helping me put the groceries away? I put the beverages in the refrigerator in the garage.”

I had no problem helping her. She was one beautiful woman, probably in her forties.

“All the frozen foods I put in the freezer in the garage also.” I took the frozen food out for her while she was putting other groceries away.

When I walked in she was reaching up in her cupboard putting some things on her upper shelf. Her robe had risen way above mid thigh and she had one nice set of legs.

She turned around and looked at me staring at her. She didn’t look mad; in fact she looked sexy and smiled at me. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“Umm, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been staring at you.”

“Answer the question. Do you like what you see?” she said again.

“Yes, you are a very beautiful woman, and again I’m sorry for staring at you.”

“Joey, I like being looked at, especially by young men. Do you find me attractive?”

“Very much so,” I replied.

“For your tip I’ll either give you a hand job or a blow job. What’s your preference?”

I thought for a moment and remember what Mary had said about women like this. “Do for them and you will get more in return.”

“Mrs. Green, my choice who be to let me perform oral sex on you.”

She stared at me, I guess I caught her by surprise. “You’re a beautiful woman and I would actually like to eat your pussy.” I know that this was a bold move for me but she did start the conversation.

Without saying a word she walked into the living room. I thought she was going to ask me to leave but instead she untied her robe, opened it up and sat on the couch.

“You are a beautiful woman with a gorgeous body,” I said as I got on my knees and put my face to her pussy. She was the first woman I have ever seen who was shaved clean. No hair on her pussy at all.

I started by kissing her lower belly and worked my way down to the crack of her pussy. I started tonguing her nub and felt her body starting to tighten up. I continued down and asked her to spread her lips for me, which she did, and I drove my tongue in and out of her, at the same time rubbing her nub fast with my thumb.

“Oh, fuck! That feels so damn good,” were the first words out of her mouth.

I continued to tongue fuck her till she said, “I want you to fuck me, Now!”

I quickly got up and dropped my jeans and put on a condom. I sat on the couch and she gave me a lap dance only I was buried deep within her. I have to admit it didn’t last long but it was great. I was able to rub her tits while shooting a load deep within her. Of course the condom caught it all.

When we were finished she thanked me and said she might ask to have me deliver her groceries again. I did tell her I worked in the night stock department.

I did deliver her groceries twice over the next couple of months. The last time she did give me that blow job and I have to say she was quite the expert on making a guy hold back before coming.

Life was ok and I was having sex on a regular basis. My only problem was I didn’t have many younger friends, people my own age. Most of the women I’ve had sex with were in their late thirties and forties. I’m not knocking the sex but the women I’ve been with were divorced and had little kids. Some, like Mary had kids even older than me.

Mary and Henry were now a couple with hopes of getting married in the future. They both decided to take it slow.

I thought my twenty-first birthday would probably go by unnoticed but a few of the guys I worked with said they were going to take me out for drinks and a little party.

I went home and got some sleep and after I woke up Nancy came up and said her mom wanted to see me. I went into the house and Mary, her boyfriend Henry and Nancy all sang happy birthday to me. We had cake and ice cream and they had bought me a birthday present. It made me feel good to know they remembered.

I had to wonder what Mary would have given me if she wasn’t dating Henry. Oh well, just some old thoughts going through my head. I told them I was going out that night with a few guys from work. Mary reminded me not to drink and drive. I remember saying to her, “Yes Mom.” We all laughed.

The guys at work picked me up at my apartment and we went bar hopping. I wasn’t a big drinker and knew I was getting a little high. We went to a strip joint and my friends bought me a lap dance. The woman was at least in her twenties and built great.

I do have to say she was good and internet casino it felt great. She gave me a couple of extra grinds and wished me a happy birthday. We went to one more bar and it was a local hangout. I’ve been there a couple of times but never drank.

When we got there Linda, from work was there with her boyfriend and another woman Sylvia, who she said was her best friend. They bought me a drink for my birthday. My buddies said it was about time to head home. Bill said he told his wife he would be home by eleven.

I was getting up to leave when Linda told Bill that they would see I got home safely. I said goodnight to my friends and was finishing my drink when someone started playing numbers on the jukebox. Sylvia asked me to dance.

Sylvia was an older woman, probably late thirties, early forties. She looked nice and seemed a bit flirty. During our dance she had grabbed my ass a couple of times and just laughed.

We danced a few dances and I saw she had on a wedding ring. She told me she and her husband Earl were separated. This was her second marriage. She worked as a waitress and had two kids. They were grown and had moved out recently.

I didn’t have any reasons not to believe her; I didn’t even know her. We went back to the table and had one more drink. I was feeling pretty good by then. Linda mentioned to me that she and her boyfriend were heading out and that Sylvia would drop me off at home.

She told me happy birthday one more time and gave me a pretty hefty kiss. I don’t think her boyfriend cared much for it but didn’t say anything. I told her I would probably see her at work the following week.

I asked Sylvia if she was ok to drive and she said she only had two drinks. She was drinking soda earlier in the evening. We got in her car and she told me that Linda told her I was quite the lover. I was rather embarrassed and wasn’t sure what to say.

“You mean Linda told you about us having… umm… sex? Do women tell other women everything?”

“Pretty much especially if they are close friends.”

She started driving but didn’t ask me where I lived. “Sylvia, you’re going the wrong way to my apartment.”

“I know, I need to stop at my house for something. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you stranded,” she then laughed.

I had a feeling that she was up to something. I didn’t mind if it meant I was going to get laid on my birthday. When she opened the garage door and parked in the garage I knew it was going to be a good night.

“Come on in, I have something to show you,” said Sylvia.

This was a big house and a nice one too. I saw pictures in the living room of her grown daughter and a few pictures of her with a big burly man I figured was the man she was separated from. He looked scary in the pictures.

I followed her upstairs and into the master bedroom. “What did you want to show me?” I asked with a smile.

She quickly took off her shirt and bra. She had a nice set of tits. I was already getting hard looking at her holding her hands under them.

“So, what do you think?” she asked.

“They’re beautiful,” I responded. They stuck nearly straight out. She told me she had implants and for me to feel them.

They felt a bit different but still felt good. I started rubbing her nipples with my thumbs and she told me to go ahead and squeeze them, she liked it a bit rough.

“Take your clothes off and let’s get started Honey,” she said to me.

I got naked and placed my clothes and shoes on a nearby chair. I did take out a condom and set it on the nightstand. Sylvia took off the rest of her clothes also. She had a trimmed brown bush and a tattoo right next to it.

She pulled the covers back and got on the bed. “Like my butterfly? Want to give it a kiss.” She was now smiling.

I climbed on the bed and got between her legs and started to kiss her tattoo. I moved over and began to rub my face in her bush.

“Umm, I love it, I love it.” She said as I moved down and began tonguing her pussy. I was darting my tongue in and out of her while rubbing her nub.

“Linda said you were good for such a young man but you’re even better than I expected.”

By now I was holding both of her legs in the air and she was separating her pussy lips for better access for me.

“Fuck me, Fuck me now. I want to feel your cock in me.”

I reached over and took the condom from the end table and put it on. We both held her legs high while I was fucking her hard. She kept telling me she wanted it harder and faster, I obliged. I couldn’t hold out much longer. I buried my cock deep in her and shot my load. I could feel her pussy spasm so I knew she had reached an orgasm.

I was still buried in her when we heard the garage door open. “Oh my God, Earl’s home. You have to get out of here, he’ll kill us both.”

“I thought you said you were separated?” I remarked nervously.

“I lied, oh my God, he coming in the house. Hide in the closet.”

I was scared shitless. I still was naked and the condom on my cock full of cum. I grabbed my clothes and shoes and quickly got into the closet. I was hoping that Earl wouldn’t be able to hear my heartbeat.

“Where are you Baby Doll?” I heard Earl say.

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This is a story of how a son helps his mom cope with a family loss.

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The funeral was over and the limousine was taking me and my mom home to our empty house.

We just buried my dad who died suddenly from a heart attack. My mom was devastated as was I. Dad was only 50 and never had a health problem. This took us completely by surprise.

Now, my mom at 45 and I at 18 had to move on with our lives, alone.

Fortunately, my dad had great life insurance from work plus his own private insurance so we didn’t have to worry about money. The house was paid for, as well.

Over the next few weeks, neighbors and friends stopped by with food and to see how we were doing. But after awhile, this became less and less.

At night, I would often hear my mom crying in her bedroom. I didn’t know what to do or how to comfort her.

I was supposed to go to college in the fall, but I put it off one semester so I could stay with my mom.

No matter what I did for my mom, it just seemed like it didn’t help.

One night I took my shower before I went to bed. As I finished my shower, I wrapped myself in my towel and was heading to bed when I heard my mom sobbing.

I went in her bedroom to try to comfort her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in tears. I went over to her and sat down not realizing my towel had parted a bit and I was exposed.

I held her in my arms and told her everything would be fine. I reminded her that we were well off financially and that dad would not want her to be constantly crying or feeling badly. He would want her to go on with her life.

We held each other for awhile and for some strange reason, I started getting an erection. I tried to hide it but mom noticed it and suggested I go to my room and to bed.

As I got up, the towel fell to the floor and I was now naked in front of my mom. poker oyna I looked at mom and she looked at me and started crying again.

I didn’t even bother to cover up again as I asked Mom what the problem was. She looked at me and said that one thing she will miss a lot is the intimacy she shared with my dad and that seeing me naked reminded her of that.

I sat down again and held her. Suddenly, she turned her head towards me and kissed me, not a thank you kiss, but a sexual type kiss.

I pulled back and asked her what she was doing. She looked at me and said she needed me. She kissed me again and this time I didn’t pull back.

Her tongue entered my mouth and mine met hers. I turned my body to face hers and our kisses became more passionate. My cock was hard and I could feel my mom’s hand gripping it and starting to stroke it.

I leaned back and then my mom lowered her head and her mouth engulfed my cock. She started sucking it and I could feel the pressure building up. I knew it was wrong but how could I deny my mom.

As she was bobbing her head up and down my shaft, I told her I was going to cum. She sucked my cock harder and squeezed my balls and then I shot my cum load into my mom’s mouth and watched as she swallowed it all. I fell back on the bed, spent.

After I rested a bit, I got up, picked up the towel and went to my room and got into my bed, naked.

At some time in the middle of the night, I felt the covers move. I looked over and there was my mom, naked, getting into my bed. I made believe I was sleeping and didn’t notice.

As I laid in bed, I could again feel my mom’s hand on my cock, jerking it softly. She got it hard and then lifted up the covers and straddled me. In an instant she pushed her cunt down onto my cock until it disappeared in her cunt.

I woke up and asked her what she was doing. She looked at me canlı poker oyna and said that she needed this and wanted to be my lover. She pleaded with me to let me fuck her.

I told her I would and with that, my mom rode my cock hard until she had an orgasm and I came in my mom.

She rolled off of me and laid next to me. Her nakedness was pressed against me. Her tits on my chest. Her nipples hard as rocks as she slid one in my mouth and told me to suck it.

I did as I was told and my cock was hard again. This time I asked my mom to spread her legs as I mounted her.

My cock found its wet target and slipped in her cunt easily. A few thrusts and my mom had another orgasm. I pulled my cock out and came on her tits.

I fell to the side and we fell asleep in each other’s arms with my cum on my mom’s tits.

The next morning we woke up and my mom gave me a big kiss. I asked her if she was ok. She smiled and said she felt great, thanks to me.

She got out of bed, took a shower and went to make breakfast. She just threw on a short robe that barely covered her inviting ass.

I followed and took my shower, put on a pair of shorts and met her downstairs.

As we ate, I asked her if she was ok with what happened last night. She smiled and said it was the best night she had in a lot of time. She then asked me how I felt.

I looked at my mom and said, “Mom, you are very beautiful and you don’t need me. You can find someone who can satisfy you. I am your son and we shouldn’t be doing this.”

My mom looked at me, “Son, You remind me of your dad so much and I need you at this time. Please say we can be lovers. I will do anything you want, anything

We finished breakfast and I told her that I would do whatever she wanted.

I went upstairs and waited for my mom. After a few minutes, she came up and stood in front of the internet casino bed. She took off her robe and for the first time, I really saw my beautiful mom naked in the light.

Her breasts hung down a bit but they were so sexy. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was neatly trimmed. She was a vision of loveliness.

I approached her and pulled her to me. Her tits pressed up against my chest. She put her hands on my shorts and slid them off of me. My cock pressed up against her pussy.

We laid on the bed and began making out. As we kissed, my mom sucked my tongue into her mouth. My hands roamed all over her nakedness. Her nipples were hard and pressing into me. My mouth found one and I started sucking it hard while kneading her other tit.

I could feel her wetness on my leg. I knew it was time for me to slip my cock in her cunt.

I told her to get on all fours and I lined up my cock to her slit. I slipped my cock in her and pushed until it was completely in her cunt.

As I started fucking her doggie style, her tits swayed back and forth with each thrust. My balls were hitting my mom’s ass as I fucked her. Her moans and body tremors told me to fuck her harder. I started ramming my cock in her.

She started screaming over and over that she was cumming and for me not to stop.

A couple of more thrusts and I came deep in my mom’s cunt. When I pulled my cock out, my cum oozed out of her and onto my cock.

We fell over in a heap, exhausted.

My mom took my face and kissed me, telling me how much she loved me as a lover.

We rested with her head on my chest as she fell asleep.

Our relationship went on for a few months until I had to go off to college. By this time, my mom stopped crying and got on with her life.

When I came back for spring break, my mom told me she met somebody who she liked and was seeing him. I congratulated her and told her I was happy for her.

That night we had dinner and relaxed. Then my mom asked me if I wanted to go upstairs with her.

I looked at my mom, smiled, got up and followed her upstairs.

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I’m Not Gay Ch. 02

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I woke up the next morning feeling inexplicably sad. My sleep-clouded brain couldn’t comprehend this feeling of impending doom and then I remembered. I kissed Bryson. A sentence that should be said with excitement, except he had ruined it by hiding behind his supposed heterosexuality. Here’s a hint, Bryson: Straight guys don’t kiss other guys that intimately. I lay in bed wondering how long I could hide there without my family noticing something was amiss. Somehow, I doubted they would let me spend the entire two and a half weeks I was there in my bedroom. So, I would have to see him at some point. Which was fine because, as far as I was concerned, nothing happened. That’s certainly how he wanted it and I was fine with that. No, you’re not said the less useful, mutinous part of my brain you were hoping that kiss would end in happily ever after and instead your time at home is even more awkward now.

My brain had a point. I took a deep breath and looked at the clock. Whew, it was already noon. I hadn’t slept in that late in a while. I suppose crying for hours really knocked me out. I cursed myself for acting like a female and rolled out of bed to start my day. I wasn’t sure what was on the agenda for today, but I knew that there weren’t any major events that had to do with the wedding. If I wanted to, I could avoid Bryson the whole day. I’m not sure if thinking that much about Bryson was actually conducive to the whole ignoring him plan, but I couldn’t help it. I’d been thinking about Bryson in one context or another for so long that, at this point, it was like breathing. I pulled on an old t-shirt and pair of jeans and walked down into the kitchen. My family was sitting around the table eating lunch. I wordlessly joined the table and started making myself a sandwich. Even years down the road, my family knew that I wasn’t one for chatter when I first woke up. I needed time to get used to being awake before I became a fully functional member of society. After about twenty minutes, we began talking about the plans for the day and Dane told me he was planning on going down to the river and drinking some beer on the boat and asked if I would like to join him. I was ready with a refusal, but it died on my lips as I say the hopeful look on Dane’s face. We had been pretty close when we were younger and I could tell at times that it upset Dane that we didn’t really talk that much any more. I went and grabbed some shoes and hopped into Dane’s truck with him.

I had to admit, the river was nice. It was beautiful out and I was enjoying my time spent with my brother. I hadn’t joked or laughed like this in so long. It was different from hanging out with my work friends. Even with the time apart, Dane knew me. He had grown up with me and I was able to be more comfortable around Dane than I was around any of my Chicago friends. I had grown up with Bryson, too. I had probably spent as much time with Bryson as I had with Dane since they were practically inseparable. Yet, I was anything but completely myself around Bryson. Dane excused himself to go to the bathroom so I took that moment to close my eyes and bask in the sun. I had my eyes closed for a minute or two before I got that prickly sense you feel whenever someone is looking at you.

I figured it was Dane, so I said “Keep staring at me and I’m going to charge you.”

“It’d be worth it.” That deep voice definitely did not belong to Dane.

I opened one eye and looked over at Bryson leaning on a tree. There was a slight flush on his cheeks that signaled he regretted what he had said. He wasn’t looking at me any more. Anger filled up my senses. What was this game he was playing? Kissing, flirting and then pulling back as if he was embarrassed by something I did. I was sick of this game and, without any pretense that I was leaving for any other reason than his presence, I got up and attempted to storm off. I’ve always wanted a good movie storm off. There was no door to slam, but I figured this poker oyna would do just fine. I, however, did not figure out that Dane had left his sandals by his chair. So when I went to storm past Bryson, I tripped over the sandal and landed face first on the grass with my legs tied up in Dane’s folding chair. I suppose it was my fault for assuming I could be that dramatic without consequences. I turned around and sat up. I heard laughter and immediately shot a venomous glare in Bryson’s direction. His laughter only served to ignite my anger further. Bryson, with a smirk set solidly on his face, offered me his hand, but I ignored it and managed to disentangle myself from the chair and continue my storm out with just a little less dignity than before.

I passed Dane and, when he asked me where I was going, I yelled, “I’m walking home!”

“Do you need help walking? Walking home, that is.” I ignored Bryson’s funny little joke and continued my walk home. My house wasn’t exactly close to the river so it would probably take me a while. I decided to cut through the forest so that I would save some time. I used to cut through this path with Dane and Bryson all the time. I remember the first time I ever followed them to the path. My gangly eight-year old self hesitated at the dark entryway to the path. It seemed ominous at the time and I’d heard rumors of bears the size of Mack trucks roaming those woods. Bryson and Dane mocked me from the forest with various jeers; all basically pointing out that I was a baby and that I didn’t have the guts it took to take this path. Bryson even suggested I get my mom to drive me to the river, since that’s what the rest of the babies do. When I looked in his eyes that day, they were full of mischief. He was daring me to do something, to prove that I wasn’t scared. It was the same look he had on his face today at the river when he offered to help me up. I think that look, along with a healthy dose of embarrassment and anger, was the reason I didn’t accept his help. I wasn’t sure I was ready to delve into whatever game he was playing. I’d reverted from an adult male to a scared eight-year old boy again. Well, I had taken the path then, but somehow I knew that a lot more was at stake if I chose to follow Bryson down this path. What did I expect to happen? That Bryson would admit that he loved me, always had, and then he’d sweep me off to his house where we would have our 2.5 children and attend PTA meetings in between our passionate lovemaking. God, that sounded so great. Jeez, I needed to snap out of it.

I turned onto my street finally and, when I got to my house and greeted my family, I made my way upstairs to my room. I was exhausted, sweaty, and in desperate need of a shower. I was stripping my shirt off as I entered my room and I regretted it as I ran into a wall while the shirt was above my head. I took the shirt completely off and gasped when that wall turned out to be Bryson. I couldn’t very well put on my shirt again without looking completely virginal, so I was forced to stand there shirtless in front of the man that had been haunting my thoughts lately.

“What…are you doing here?” I was struggling to come up with something wittier as I made my way to the dresser, but I was shocked. I pulled out a different shirt and put it on. I decided that I didn’t care about looking virginal. I just wanted to look fully clothed. I turned to Bryson as he began to speak.

“I wanted to talk…about the kiss.” He said as if there were anything else we would possibly need to talk about.

“No need. I get it. Everyone experiments sometimes. It didn’t mean anything and it’s already forgotten. Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. I heard you that night. You’re not gay.” I said all of this at mach speed with the hope that the conversation was over and we could move on to never speaking again. It killed me to say it didn’t mean anything. Even though that kiss had broken my heart, it had also been like my wildest canlı poker oyna dream coming true.

“I’m not sure about that.” said Bryson.

“No honestly, don’t worry. I’m not going to tell anyone.” I was a little hurt that he thought I would betray him like that.

“No. I meant I’m not so sure that I’m not gay. You see, I’ve kind of always had this thing for you. You were always so cute and innocent. I thought it was just brotherly love, but then, that night that we hung out just the two of us when you were 16, I had some very unbrotherly thoughts. After that, I was ashamed and I convinced myself that it was a one-off. I still liked girls so I ignored it. The other night at the fire, though, you looked so…I don’t know, beautiful I guess. The firelight was shining off of your hair and your skin and you looked like an angel. It just made me want to bring you down to earth with me, which is what led to the kiss. I am sorry about that. I got scared and I used my old defense mechanism: I’m straight. I’d decided to ignore it still. Then I saw you today under the sun. Do you know that almost any lighting makes you look like an angel? Well, I decided that I was sick of running from it and then you took that adorable spill and I was hooked even further. The look on your face when you sat up from the fall was so adorably confused. I normally try to be honest and straightforward. So, I wanted to talk to you and tell you that I would like to date you, if you are willing.” Bryson finished with a happy gleam in his eyes and a small smile crossing his face. He looked relieved and I was sure he expected me to run into his arms like any other fair maiden in a romance novel once she’s been told she was being courted.

Throughout his whole speech, I just sat there with a blank look on my face and it took me a few seconds to comprehend that Bryson was asking to take me on dates, as in romantic dates. When my brain finally caught up, I spluttered out, “No! Just no! You don’t have any idea what you’re saying. You’re not gay. You’re straight.” I explained it as if he were just a confused child who didn’t know the meanings of gay and straight. He had to be mixed up.

“Come on, Noah! Why not? Don’t act like I’m dumb. I know what I am and I’m gay. Gay for you, in particular.” He winked at me at the last part and it made me want to punch him.

“No, it doesn’t work like that. You like girls. Hence, you are straight. Or maybe bisexual. However, I seriously doubt you’re even bi. Can you honestly imagine being intimate with me? Seriously imagine it? With all the dirty, kinky stuff included.” I was trying to scare him away. What he was suggesting was just crazy. Right now, he looked a lot like that forest path: scary and leading into the unknown. He paused for a moment and I thought I’d gotten him. He’d never be able to imagine sex with me. It would surely repulse him.

“Can I imagine having sex with you? How can I not with the way you look right now? You walk in here all tousled and sweaty. It looks like you were just well fucked. I can even imagine the delicate keening noises you would make. I bet you love sucking cock. I can imagine every second of that, too. Your beautiful, red lips would look perfect stretched around my cock.” Bryson was moving closer to me and I was frozen in my spot. He reached up with his large hand and ran his fingers over my lips. I gasped and that motion made his fingers drag across my open bottom lip. I tried to hold back a shudder, but was unsuccessful as I felt his other hand graze the bulge in my jeans. I was so enraptured by his speech that I hadn’t even noticed how hard I had gotten.

Bryson continued, “Of course, I’m not a selfish lover. I would return the favor. Half of the surprise would be what your dick looked like. You’re a little guy. Is it proportional to your body or are you sporting a secret monster? Either way, I would lick up one side and down the other and then suck the head into my mouth, internet casino all the while playing with your balls. I wouldn’t let you come just then, though. I’d make my way up your body, slowly licking every inch of skin I could find. I would taste that sweet mouth again while I used my fingers to prepare your body. One finger, two fingers, three fingers, maybe even four if you’re being a good boy. I need to prepare you for my big cock because, after I’m done preparing you, I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” I couldn’t breath because, as Bryson was describing ravaging my ass, he was in reality just lightly stroking my ass cheeks in his one hand while the other hand roamed my entire body, spending the majority of the time on my face. It was such a tease. He was saying such hot, passionate words, but using such delicate touches. My mind and my body were at war. He stopped all of his motion and used both hands to grab the sides of my face and stared intently in my eyes as he said, “Every other lover will pale in comparison because you were meant to be mine. So, to answer your question, not only am I able to imagine fucking that sweet ass of yours, but imagining it seems to be the only thing I’m capable of doing these days.”

With that, I felt those lips touch mine again. This wasn’t the sweet, gentle kiss I had experienced out by the campfire. This kiss had passion, hot, almost palpable passion. I couldn’t believe how good his large, hard body felt against mine. He was so much taller than me, yet we fit together perfectly. I felt completely consumed by his heat. His lips felt soft and, instead of beer, he tasted of mint this time. The taste was warm and just so Bryson-like that I felt a shudder run through me as I gasped. This left my mouth open for Bryson’s tongue, which took no time to swoop in and taste every last crevice in my mouth. I was lost in passion. I realized that Bryson was holding me hard against him and, although I was definitely participating in the kiss, my arms were dangling there by my sides. I pulled away and raised my right arm and…slapped Bryson across the face.

“Ow, what the fuck, Noah?! I know you said kinky shit included, but I didn’t think you meant actual S + M!” Bryson cried while he held his cheek. What a baby, I hadn’t hit him that hard since I hadn’t had a good angle.

“What the fuck, Noah?? How about what the fuck, Bryson!? You weren’t supposed to actually kiss me, let alone attack me like you did. That was supposed to be a test. You weren’t supposed to actually want to sleep with me. It was just a test. Jesus!” I wiped at my mouth and turned away from him to hide the evidence of my arousal. The last thing I need him knowing is just how much I enjoyed that kiss. “You need to stop this, Bryson. This isn’t going to happen. I don’t believe that you’re really gay and, even if I did, I certainly don’t believe that you’re ready to come out. I refuse to be in a relationship with a guy who is going to wake up one day and realize ‘Hey, I don’t actually want to be with a man.’ and I certainly refuse to go back in the closet for you. Just give it a couple of days and this feeling will pass. In two weeks, I’ll be gone and you can return to the parade of women you no doubt have waiting for your call.” Silence followed my statement and I thought maybe Bryson had left in the middle of my speech. I turned around to see Bryson standing a few inches in front of me with a big grin on his face.

“What are you smiling at? I just told you no.” I had no idea why my rejection would please him that much.

“Well I refuse your refusal. Besides, I tried honest and straightforward. You don’t seem to respond well to that. I have a new plan now.” He said while maintaining that infuriating grin.

“And what, exactly, is this new genius plan? Are you going to kidnap me?” I said condescendingly.

His grin got impossibly wider before he leaned closer and said, “Not quite. Noah, my love, I’m going to seduce you. I’m going to make you fall in love with me.” He leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips before breezing out of my room.

I collapsed onto my bed as one thought ran through my head: Oh fuck.

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Comforting Aunt Sadie Ch. 03

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It was a long two weeks for Bill, especially the first few days. He and cousin Lisa had been ‘kissing cousins’ when they were young but it never went any further. When they entered high school that died off. Not that either had a change of heart as it were, they just never acted on it until that weekend. He’d seen his aunt naked once when he was thirteen, and the memory never left him. By the end of the first week, he was able to concentrate on his studies and made his way through it all, and felt confident about the finals.

Come Saturday morning Bill was up and gone early. It wasn’t far from the dorm to the parking area, but this morning it seemed like the other side of campus. There were a few others milling about, the normal head-bob greetings exchanged, and he was finally at his car. Once the door was open, it felt like he tossed the bag into the back hopped in and started the engine in one move. It was the better part of a three hour drive to his folks at this time in the morning, and the freeway would really start to suck in thirty minutes.

Bill arrived in good time and coasted into the drive wanting to surprise his folks. Sneaking into the house, he saw his dad in his chair reading, and heard the rattle of dishes from the kitchen. His dad looked up, and seeing him opened his mouth to speak, but bill silenced him by raising a finger to his lips. Peeking around the corner, he saw mom rinsing dishes in the sink and placing them in the dishwasher. He crept up behind her and ran the tips of his fingers back and forth between her shoulders.

“Knock it off Steve.’ She said turning slowly round while reaching back with her left hand and grabbing a handful of crotch. ‘Bill’s going to be hear any min…OH MY GOD!” She nearly jumped out of her housecoat, and jerked her hand back as if it were on fire.

“God I’m sorry! I thought you were your father. I didn’t mean…”

“Mom, Mom, chill. It’s O K. No big deal.”

Slapping him hard on the shoulder she said; “Don’t ever do that again”! Then gave him a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek. When bill turned to go into the living room, he couldn’t help but utter the smart remark; ‘I kind’a liked it.’ Gaining him a playful slap on the other shoulder. All the while Steve was laughing his ass off. While he greeted his dad, Pam turned the dishwasher on and went to their room. Bill left a minute later to grab his bag from the car. Tossing his duffle in his room, he met his mom in the hall on the way back to the living room. She was dressed in flats, white tapered jeans and a short sleeve cotton shirt she let hang out, her wavy auburn hair cutely framing her face. He always saw her as pretty, but for some reason he felt more than that now. Shaking it off, he walked arm in arm with her to the kitchen table.

They each grabbed a cup of coffee, than sat about the table chatting about his classes, how dorm life was, finals, girlfriends, etc..etc..etc. Pam doing most of the questioning, as mothers will do. The inquisition over, Bill and his dad hung out in the back yard getting things ready for that afternoon, then Steve grabbed them each a beer and they sat talking about guy stuff till the doorbell rang. They went inside just as Pam opened the door for Sadie and her daughter Lisa, each with an overnight bag. Sadie was wearing green tennis shoes, blue and red sun shorts and polo shirt snugly fitting her figure, her shoulder length hair tied back in a ponytail. Lisa had on sandals, knee pants, and a tank top, her dark hair loose about her shoulders. Hugs and kisses passed around, Bill feeling a tightening in his crotch as he greeted his aunt and cousin, who greeted him a bit warmer than they did Pam or Steve.

“Lisa,’ Pam started out, ‘you can put your bag in Carols room. She is out with friends, and should be home soon. Sadie, you can sleep in Bill’s room.’ Then turning to her son, ‘You won’t mind sleeping on the couch tonight, will you?”

“Sure. No problem.” He replied, flashing his aunt a quick smile and a wink.

Little did anyone else know, Sadie was going to change that. They hadn’t been there ten minutes before Carol got home, and she and Lisa vanished into her room. They looked so much alike, thy could have been sisters. The day went slowly with the typical chatter until four when Steve turned on the grill, and Pam and Sadie started setting food on the table. When the stakes were coming off the grill, Bill saw his mom and Aunt Sadie by the counter having what appeared to be a deep and secret conversation. They seemed to pick it back up after the meal while they set the dishes in the dishwasher. Steve joined in briefly with the last of the dishes, glanced over his shoulder at the trio still sitting at the table, and walking into the living room pulled three twenties from his wallet on the side table. Stepping out he offered them to Bill suggesting he take the girls out to a movie or something, and have some fun. Bill felt something was up, but gladly accepted the cash, and two minutes later, they were in his car headed for the mall.

On poker oyna the way there, they began talking about the polite bum’s rush they got. Not that their dad never gave Bill or his sister cash before, it was the way he said things. They walked around the mall for a while, Lisa always bring up the mystery. So much so, they decided to go back home and find out what was up. Arriving back at the house Bill coasted into the drive, quietly got out of the car, and following Lisa’s lead, snuck through the gate into the back yard. Creeping round the side of the house to the master bedroom where they heard music, they peeked between the gaps in the blinds. Lisa had to stifle a gasp from Carol by clamping a hand over her mouth.

The three were on the bed naked, Pam lying back grabbing her tits and pinching her nipples, while Sadie had her face buried in her sisters crotch. Steve was holding Sadie by the hips and slowly driving his cock into her from behind. Bill was a bit surprised, but not shocked at what he was seeing. Lisa didn’t seem surprised at all. Carol had a hard time with the scene at first, but as they watched, she started getting turned on. Then Bill led them away from the window with a better idea toward the patio doors.

Lisa halted them at the doors, and with a nod from Bill, tells Carol about her and her mom, and Bill. Carol is shocked even further than seeing her parents and aunt having sex, then thinking about it, realizes her panties were getting wet. With a little convincing, Carol follows them into the house walking on tiptoe to the bedroom door. It stands slightly ajar, and with a gentle nudge opens just enough for them to watch through the gap. Sadie is now sitting on Pam’s face holding on to the headboard, while Steve lines up and slides his cock into Pam. From their vantage point they can’t see Pam’s tongue working on Sadie’s cunt, but they have a rather clear view of Steve’s cock sliding in and out of Pam.

Lisa drags them into Bill’s bedroom and quietly closes the door.

“Oh, my, god.’ Carol quietly exclaims hardly able to contain herself. ‘That is so…I can’t believe how wet that made me. And Bill had sex with you and your mom? I never really thought about…you know.”

With that, Lisa grabs for Bill’s belt and makes quick work of getting his pants and jockey shorts around his ankles. No sooner than they hit the floor, she is on her knees sucking his stiff cock into her mouth. Carol watches her cousin suck her brother’s cock for the next few moments feeling guilty and excited at the same time. She suddenly realizes her right hand was rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Then Lisa pulls off his cock and pushes him back to sit on the bed.

“He tastes good. Go for it Carol.”

“But…He’s my brother.”

“He’s my cousin. So what. Go on, go for it.”

Hesitantly she reached out and held his cock at the base, then slowly slid her lips over the head tasting the sweet salty pre-cum oozing from the tip. She’s given blowjobs before, but not to her brother. Something about the taboo of it made it all the more exciting. She started sucking him in earnest till he began to moan. She knew what that meant, and she didn’t want him to cum in her mouth, so she released him. Much to Bill’s disappointment. It was then she noticed Lisa had stripped naked. Together they striped Bill of his clothes, then he and Lisa striped Carol.

“My turn.” Bill said, and lying Carol on the bed pushed her legs apart and set his tongue directly against her pussy. The small patch of hair tickled his nose as he probed for her clit, and once found, he drew it between his lips making Carol squeal and shake. She lay back closing her eyes and let her brother work his magic on her. The few times she had her pussy licked, it was rougher as if they were going to chew it off. But Bill was gentle and made it so much more pleasurable. He knew the right spots to hit, and she was beginning to flow when he thrust his tongue deep into her cunt. She suppressed a loud moan as her orgasm struck, and felt Lisa sit beside her and stroke her hair. Only Lisa had snuck out of the room a minute or two earlier.

Opening her eyes, she jerked stiff drawing in a sharp breath. It was her mom setting beside her, wearing only a broad smile. Bill was shocked too, and standing, his face wet with his sisters juices, just stared at their mom. His stiff cock inches away from her face. Without a word, she set a finger over Carol’s mouth, then reached out taking Bill’s cock in her hand and began stroking him. Pam kissed her daughter tenderly on the lips, then lay back pulling Bill along by his dick. He was hesitant at first, but with his hormones rushing with such force, he didn’t hesitate long. Carol watched with fascination as Bill moved between their mother’s legs as she directed his cock to her cunt. With one slow move, he buried his dick to the hilt in the hottest pussy he had ever felt.

Bill began fucking his mom in a slow rhythm pushing all the way in, then drawing back till only the head of his cock remained within, canlı poker oyna then sliding back in and starting over. Pam raised her legs till they were up and out to either side allowing Bill to shove his cock all the way in. Then her legs wrapped around his ass drawing him in harder.

“Fuck me hard and deep baby. Make me squeal, and come in my pussy. Come on, give mama your cock.”

Bill thrust in and out of his mom’s pussy with abandon driving faster and harder with each stroke. Her hips rising to meet his thrusts. Carol was watching the show beside her working three fingers in her cunt, and squeezing her tits. Bill was slamming into his mom with such speed and force the three of them were bouncing on the bed. Suddenly Pam cried out.

“Oh god yes! I’m cuming! Fuck me hard, make me cum, fill me uuup…”

Then she gave out with a long cry of pleasure as her cunt convulsed in orgasm drenching his cock in her juices. This threw him over the edge and he began slamming into her pumping her full of cum with each thrust. Carol came within seconds coating her hand with her own fluid. Once their orgasms faded, Pam moved Carol into position on her side so Bill could lick her pussy clean, while she sucked bill back to hardness.

Meanwhile, Lisa and her mom were taking turns sucking Steve to the point of cuming, then releasing him. When they had driven poor Steve to the point of near madness, Lisa threw herself down next her uncle spreading her legs wide in invitation. Sadie gave him a big sloppy kiss, then turned to caress her daughter’s tits. Steve stared at the young and wet pussy before him as a starving man. He wasted no time in burying his tongue into that sweet cunt dripping with honey. Lisa squealed in pleasure as he thrust his tongue in deep, drew it up along her slit, then sucked her clit roughly between his lips. His tongue danced around her clit sending tiny shockwaves through her loins into her gut. Again he thrust his tongue deep into her hole wiggling it around setting her off. Her orgasm released a stream of sweet fluid Uncle Steve was more than happy to receive.

When her orgasm subsided, and she again lay still, he pulled away from her, his face soaked in her juices. Sadie grabbed his face between her hands and began licking and kissing his lips and chin clean of her daughter’s fluid. Steve grabbed Lisa’s ankles bending her knees against her chest, then rolled her over onto her hands and knees. She knew what was coming, and the anticipation made her pussy drool afresh. She quickly set her knees apart and lay her head on the mattress wanting to see her uncle’s cock slide into her. Grasping her hips, Steve pushed his cock between her legs, then reaching around her hip with one hand adding pressure, rubbed his cock back and forth through her folds and over her clit setting her on fire.

Her lust rekindled and her pussy dripping, he drew back till the head of his cock set at her door, then pushed forward sliding in smoothly to the base. She squealed again to the size and pressure of her uncle’s cock. It was twice as large as her last boyfriend’s, and half again as thick as Bills. She was filled completely, and once he was buried to the hilt, he rotated his hips getting comfortable, stirring her honey pot to boiling. Then he withdrew till just the head remained within, then thrust all the way forward and held. He did this four times, then began a steady pumping of her pussy. Were it not for her uncle holding her hips at that moment, she would have collapsed off his dick onto the bed. He was soon ramming in and out of her hot wet hole with abandon bouncing her tits back and forth brushing her nipples across the sheets making them tingle.

Back in Bill’s room, Pam had brought bill back to life, and directed them into a new position with Bill behind Carol lying on her side. She directed her left leg over Bill’s left hip, his left leg straddling her right leg, setting his new erection just at her opening. Then placed Bill’s left hand on Carol’s right shoulder. Bill had the idea, and with small adjustments, he was sliding inch by inch into her sensitive passage. With her left hand Carol reached back and grabbed a handful of Bill’s ass pulling him in. She shivered when he bottomed out and lifted her leg higher opening herself up even more.

Bill began thrusting slowly in and out from one extreme to the other. Her right hand caressed her tits in turn while her mom rubbed and pinched her clit. She soon had another orgasm, and Bill was doing everything he could think of not to cum. Especially with the muted sounds of sex coming from across the hall. Carol’s cunt tightened around her brother’s cock as she came with a violent shudder, and a moment later, they hear Lisa call out in a powerful orgasm of her own.

Bill slowed his movements till the sensation passed, then grabbing her hips pulled her onto her hands and knees still buried within her hot, and now super slippery cunt. He began fucking her in earnest and barely got into a rhythm before she came again. Stronger this time, internet casino and he could hold out no longer. He slammed into her slapping her ass against his hips ejecting half a dozen jets of cum into his sister’s tight pussy with every forward thrust. She could feel it filling her, and before her orgasm died, she came again. Bill had no more juice to offer, but kept stroking until she collapsed under him, and he behind her as they fell sideways. Somehow she remained impaled on his slowly deflating cock. Out of breath, their bodies drenched in sweat, and their crotches sticky with cum, they lay exhausted for a while, and it took a moment for them to realize mom had left.

A minute later she reappeared with a cool damp cloth, swabbed their foreheads, then used it to catch most of their mixed juices as they leaked from Carols pussy. Then once they recovered enough to stand and walk, led them into the main shower she had running for them. Standing under the warm water brought the blood back to their muscles, and restored their senses. They did little more than play with each other, and once refreshed, they dried off quickly, threw on bathrobes, and headed for the living room. Sitting on the couch they heard their mom clinking glasses in the kitchen, and are soon joined by Dad, Aunt Sadie and Lisa in similar robes. Lisa sat next to Bill, Sadie in the big chair, and Steve on the love seat. Moments later Pam joins them with a tray of rum and cokes, passes them out, and joins her husband in the love seat.

They sit quietly for a moment, and it is Pam who breaks the silence. Talking over the evenings activities, they discover Sadie and Lisa had been trying to figure out how they could set this up for some time. A few minutes later they were talking and laughing about the whole thing as if it were perfectly normal. As it now felt to them. The drinks gone, conversation got to who was sleeping where. Pam said she thought she and Carol needed some time to talk, so they would share Carol’s bed. What the others did was up to them. Steve and Sadie took the master bedroom, and Bill shared his with Lisa. They got in a quick fuck while Pam made sure carol was ok with things, and they got in a little petting before drifting off to sleep.

Waking late, Bill found he was alone. Setting his feet over the edge of the bed with a yawn and a stretch, he threw on a pair of sweatpants and headed for the kitchen and a cup of coffee. Nearing the kitchen he hears soft grunting noises, and turning the corner sees Lisa bent over the breakfast table, his dad fucking her from behind. Two seconds and he was totally hard and shucked his sweatpants. Stepping up beside them he bent over and gave his cousin a deep kiss just as his dad begins shooting into her pussy. The second he pulls out Bill takes his place and with one smooth stroke buries himself in her freshly fucked pussy. He goes directly into a fast rhythm as Lisa begins squealing in pleasure.

“Oh..O…O…O…yesss. Fu…u…uck me…e…e!”

They made enough noise to wake the others who now stood watching Bill take his cousin from behind, while Steve sat nearby stroking himself back to hardness. Pam opened Carols robe and slid her hand inside her panties stroking her pussy as they watched. When Carol became wet from her mother’s fingers, Pam pushed Carol’s panties down her legs whispering in her ear.

“No better way to wake up than with a good fuck darling. Why don’t you go see what your father has for you?”

She just stared as her mom slid the robe from her shoulders, and peeled her top off over her head. Fully naked she walked slowly over to her father unable to take her eyes off the erection in his lap. When she stepped between his spread legs Steve caught her face between his hands kissing her with passion. They continued to kiss while his hands drifted down to massage her breasts and lightly pinch and pull her nipples. Her left breast was released from his grip and replaced by his lips as his hand drifted across her flat stomach. His gentle touch made her quiver, and when his fingers reached the small patch above her pussy, she drew in a quick breath and spread her legs giving her father full access.

Sliding his hand between her spread legs, he pressed a finger along her slit finding her outer lips open and damp. Probing further he slipped a finger between her inner folds, and finding the hard bud of her clit with the tip of his thumb, began to rub it in small circles. That did the trick. Her hips quivered, her pussy convulsed as she drew in ragged breaths, and she became suddenly wet. He sucked her other nipple between his lips while slipping a finger inside. Feeling her juices coat his finger he knew she was ready, and pulling his fingers from her heat slowly turned her around. Watching his daughters round ass wiggle into position made his cock flex in anticipation. Drawing near, Carol reached between her legs to guide the large purple head of her father’s cock to its target. The moment the bulbous head popped into her opening, a wave of lust shot through her cunt into her very core. She paused for a moment holding the tip of his cock just inside her pussy, then rotating her hips in small circles pressed down until she was stretched to the limit and fully impaled on his cock.

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Chapter 5: Darlene Begins to Explore

Darlene slowly stretched her entire body, head to toes, like a well satisfied cat as she began to awaken. She knew it was still night outside but she had slept well. No, she thought, she had slept quite exquisitely. She did not wake once, she felt absolutely wondrous if that were a real word. She was still trying to believe that she really had laid there on that soft pad in the shower room, her feet up were in the air and her ass sticking out in the open, and then literally tried to jam her fingers into the most private part of her little body right in front of her uncle. While he watched!!! But lordy, it felt s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o great when she was doing it for her own self!!! He had gotten her started by putting her finger in her shaved pus….

Quickly, Darlene put her small fingers down between her legs under the sheet and very slowly felt right at the very top of where she thought her pubic hair should start. Nope- – she was NOT dreaming, her entire pubic mound was totally and completely bald. Not one stray hair or stubble any place. She carefully slid her finger into the top end of her slit and immediately came in contact with the hood hiding her clit. Oops, don’t want to go there just yet, she thought, I’ll never get out of this bed if I start doing that now.

Darlene adored what she felt and found as she felt her way about her body. She had never thought about ever shaving anything but her legs, and then only on occasion when she needed. Her hair did not seem to grow that fast, anyway. Her vaginal lips — hmmmm …. No, her Pussy, she liked that … no, kitty is what Sharon, her friend, had called hers one day. She liked that because touching her own self, even the little bit she was doing now – had her purring. Yep-kitty it would be. The sheer smoothness of her crotch area was simple amazement. She did not actually remember NOT ever having pubic hair, but she was sure she wasn’t born with a full head of hair down there.

That though made Darlene giggle to herself; what a fit that could have caused in the family!!! Her grandfather would have probably blasted her as a devil-cursed furry demon. If he only knew what the past week had revealed to her, what she had found out about her own person; He would shit bricks, mused Darlene; she bet that would hurt!! She was trying to picture his skinny image grunting and groaning over trying to pass a hard turd like that!! The vision had her laughing again. Gaud- she felt superb, her body felt like it was sparkling, and it was all because her uncle had let her be her own self without any judgments or narrow minded attitudes. If this is what the afterglow felt like that she had secretly read about once, then bring more of this “glow” on because it felt so great.

Darlene more or less found herself toying with her right nipple as she was thinking through the most recent events. She never knew exactly when she was brought to this house, but she was pretty sure her school for this session was toast. A man she barely knew anything about had taken her in – without hesitation or reservation for his health or his property -and had been caring for her like a wet nurse and a personal guardian. No, he was more than those things but exactly what he was for her was eluding her.

As she thought this piece through, she was palming her right nipple with her right hand, lightly sliding it back and forth until the nipple was getting hard under her palm. The light friction she was creating by sliding her hand from the bottom swell of her breast to the top curve was soothing, and beginning to excite her at the same time. Closing her eyes, she was trying to picture what her kitty pussy looked like with no hair and the wetness she was starting to feel. The thought of a peach popped in to her mind – now she knew why she had heard of a female vagina referred to as a peach in one of Sharon’s books she had sneaked a view at once.

Darlene took her left hand, ever so slowly touching across her poker oyna stomach to her belly button, she felt across her lower abdomen. No hair. She slid her hands from hip point to hip point – no hair. Finally, she reached the top of her slit again but this time, she very, very slowly pushed her lips apart with one finger just enough to have the tip of her finger wedged in between the out point curve of her pussy lips. She let her finger sit there while she took a breath – she realized she had been breathing in a shallow, controlled manner; she had held her breath as she touched her own private self. Just her finger sitting there between the pouting points of her vaginal lips was totally unthinkable just six weeks before. She moved the finger ever so slowly, realizing that this was the first time, since she got caught trying to use a bathroom mirror to look at her “privates” when she was only five, that she was touching her own private self – for her self. The feeling was beyond any words she knew; just touching her self so sexually was without vocabulary for her.

Darlene felt a sliver of a shiver go zipping through her spine and right into her mind as she pulled her fingers over some of the tiny ridges and lips curls of her pussy lips. It felt like, she had no words for how private and how personal that simple motion felt. Using just the pads of her fingers, she continued to slide her fingers up and down the very outer edge of her hairless sex lips until she had reached the bottom near her butt hole. That was truly forbidden ground to her mind; no one would ever want to stick anything in the place where she took a dump from. Almost as fast as that thought crossed her mind, she remembered her uncle teasing her rectum while he was massaging her. She thought she recalled that he did stick his finger inside her read end when she was getting off under his touches. That changed her thinking somewhat. Why …. why would he want to do that since her “a-hole” to use an old kid’s term, was such a nasty place. That’s something she put on her mental “ask him “list. To herself she giggled, that list is so long now he will just say no to that many questions!!

Darlene kept sliding the pads of her left hand fingers back and forth, slowly and softly; in circles, just grazing the outer lips edges of her pussy. She already recognized that anything more and she would be trying to finger her private self again because that felt so good – to go in, our, and come in and back out again and again. Making herself more and more wet as she did, feeling that building to that feeling of needing to rub herself, no that small object down there between her pussy lips that was begging for attention. Nope, Darlene knew she had to keep her fingers out of that place right now or she’d never get out of bed for who knows how long. She agreed with her own self assessment – she absolutely loved touching herself and pleasing herself.

The self-exploration kept on for a while, her pussy lips were unbelievably smooth and soft. Darlene loved the tingling sensations that barely rubbing her nipples gave her. They stood up like small, hard berries and she could sense every small crinkle in the lightly pinkish areas surrounding them. She felt goose bumps come and go across her breasts and shoulders as she teased herself and found the things that pleased her body and teased her mind. Again and again, she kept touching all the edges to her pussy and crotch area, it felt so smooth, so silky, and so warm to the touch. She felt herself becoming wetter; once or twice she had placed her finger between the pouted lips to pull some of that slickness out and rub it on the outer lip areas near her pubic dome.

Her clit was almost beginning to slide out from under its protective hood and Darlene felt that in-out, in-out just under the ridge of skin motion, almost like a soft, click-like feeling. She raised her head for the first time and looked down her torso. Yes, no imagination – there was no hair any place below her stomach canlı poker oyna and she could just see the little dome at the near top of her slit where the head of her clit was trying to push out and slide into the open. Darlene just smiled and gracefully slid her finger up and down the edges of her pussy lips.

She realized when she had propped herself up, and then raised her head up to look down her body, she had sucked her stomach in and down. That caused her hips and butt raise upward as if she had pushed them upward. That flexing motion made her entire pussy stick up higher and her clit to almost pop out from under its protective sheath. Darlene quickly figured out that by doing that hip flexing routine up and slightly then rolling side to side with her hip muscles, she could make her clit almost pop out and back in. She was getting friction on her clit; the more friction she would create, and the larger / more sensitive it was becoming. The more she moved, the more of it was poking out, and the wetter she got.

Darlene loved this! She wasn’t even touching herself but the sheer thought of getting a “cheap touch” on her hypersensitive clit was making it swell more on its own!! She braced her self up again and looked down at her crotch; she could just see the top of her clit cover hood sticking out from the top of her slit, and it looked almost a warm red. The brace upward and flexing her body while she was watching her pussy caused the muscles at the top of her groin to tighten up. That alone was enough to make if feel like her clit was “popping” out from under the protective cover. And that made Darlene feel that shiver slide right through her center again, and again.

When the first of several “mini-orgasms” began to build, Darlene felt it start to thrill her heart so she sped up the flexing motion she was using to rub her clit back and forth. That caused her to suddenly cross her legs and squeeze hard enough to make the folds of her pussy lips quickly close on to her engorged clit, slightly pinching it and sending another quick wonder love shot blistering through her system. One good motion fed another -she squeezed herself so quickly that she had bridged her ass up off the sheets. Those made her clit stick out even farther and get that loving skin pinch again and again one more time.

As Darlene began to return to this emotional plane of sheer pleasure lust, she realized that she was now soaking wet down between her pussy lips. Her entire body had reacted to the “happiness slide” as she thought of it. She also felt a swollen sensation between her legs, looking down at her crotch she could see her clit was now sticking out form under the hood, near the top of her slit, and it looked like a small thumb. Lordly, it was a lot bigger than she ever remembered it being in her short life. And was it ever sensitive!!!! Every small motion was amplified 100 times by the swelling and the enhanced sensitivity was nothing short of exquisite to her mind.

Carefully, since she already knew how much she loved playing with her own self; Darlene slid her middle finger down to where her pussy slit began, and then very slowly touched near the top edge of the base of her clit where she could feel the hood had been stretched back. Just that small touch was sheer heat lightning to her psyche – she felt body heat, she felt the super slickness of her own fluids, and even more – the sexual pleasure of touching herself. She just could not stop touching herself around her clit because that small, light touch was heaven to her uneducated mind. Once more, she slid her finger very carefully across the upper curve of her fiery-hot clit and got the jolt into her soul that felt so sublime, yet so powerful in the same motion.

As Darlene was exploring herself with one hand the other had not been lax with her breasts. She quickly learned she liked tweaking her nipples a little bit, and she liked feeling the entire mound of each of her smallish breasts on her narrow chest. internet casino It felt less intense than playing with her pussy, as she smiled to herself, yes, she was now officially playing with her self, but the feeling was fulfilling in its own way. She had tweaked one nipple a little too hard once so she let it recover while she played with the other one slowly and sensuously. Taking a finger nail and lightly scratching back and forth on the nipple peak was a tease. Almost as much a tease as taking the nipple between her two fingers and carefully pulling and turning on the nipple itself. The one time she had twisted her right nipple too hard had been a surge to her stomach and her spirit – it felt suddenly good and damn, it hurt all at the same time. Darlene decided in a split second that she was not into pain; at the most she liked the quiet, slow tease she was learning to enjoy for her own self.

Darlene switched hands somewhere in the middle of some wonderful motion and she had gotten some of her pussy fluids on her left nipple. That opened her eyes to something pleasing. It made her nipple slick and all the more fun to tease with the palm sliding efforts. If it were possible, her nipples felt even more sensitive, harder, and more responsive to the touch. Darlene chalked that up to the mini-orgasms she had pleasured herself into having. Reaching down, she purposefully wetted two fingers by putting them between her pussy lips – careful to avoid her clit – and rubbing the slick fluid on her nipples and breasts. The feeling was like a body lotion – smooth, silky, and it covered a lot of territory with just a little of the fluid.

Little, crap, thought Darlene, I feel like I peed my panties there’s so much down between my legs. I’m soaked she thought, and at the same time she remembered how wet she had been after her uncle has finished shaving her pubic mound and her kitty bald. Recalling how gentle his touch had been while shaving her, Darlene felt her self blush all thinking about him actually touching, holding, and feeling all of her sexual body parts. This was different than wiping her ass when he would clean her up. He had HELD her pussy lips, her vaginal open parts with his fingers while he shaved her clean.

“And I’m laying here being the well dressed, model picture-perfect princess”, Darlene mused to herself, “staying perfectly still and not touching anything”. Like hell, she thought almost instantly. That was 3 life times ago. I was lied to, I was deceived, and I was mentally abused by the lack of knowledge about my own self. Darlene felt she was getting mad and that, right now, was a waste of time. It was better to lie there in a wonderful comfy bed, in the home of her uncle who obviously could give a crap less about that problem, and find out about her own body in her own ways and her own hands. And fingers, she silently smiled to herself – I cannot forget how great well-placed fingers could make me feel, thought Darlene; mine or someone else’s.

That observation brought Darlene full circle back to her thoughts about the bath and the shower room. It still amazed her that she had quietly lain there and watched, felt, and enjoyed being bathed – and shaved- by her uncle. Was this sinful?? I’m over 18 Darlene thought, but that’s all I know for sure. She had concentrated on looking at his penis and his ball sack, watching his penis bob and swing back and forth like a snake taunting a soon to be victim. She liked the attention that she did know. Having his fingers hold and move her pussy lips all around almost made the yearning for that touch cause Darlene to reach down and rub her clit but she made herself not do that. Not yet, anyway.

The realization of where she saw that warm pinkish color that she had seen her clit and pussy lips become dawned on Darlene. Her uncle’s penis!! When it began to swell and hang out farther from his body, it had turned a warm, pinkish color on the head and the long part. Damn, I hate not knowing the names of parts though Darlene. We will have a “this is this-this is that “session real soon; I want to know how big it does get for him. Darlene slid back into a warm dozing sleep, thinking that he never did answer her questions about his erections…

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