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The next morning I sat at my desk pondering the events of the previous two days. Kay certainly eased my concerns about where our relationship was headed and Staci proved as I expected to be someone who’s sensual passionate and could be a lot of fun. They both had reasons why they weren’t interested in any full time relationship.

“Morning Allen.” A female voice behind me said.

I turned in my cubicle and was greeted by Francine Phillips and her wide flashy white smile.

“Good Morning Francine.” I responded.

“Are we going to finish our conversation from yesterday sometime?” Francine asked.

Her question reminded me that she and I had been talking about the upcoming company picnic and whether either of us would be attending when our conversation was interrupted by Staci’s call.

“Sure Francine but I have some files to work this morning. Maybe we’ll hook up at the water cooler sometime this afternoon. I replied.

“I’d like to hook up Allen.” She answered.

Judging by the amount she flirted with me before I figured she was talking about more than hooking up at the cooler.

Francine is a rather interesting woman. I estimate she is about my age. She’s been married forever and I think she has two teenage children. She is a very classy dresser relying on stove pipe skirts silk blouses and business suit coats to accentuate her hips and nicely proportioned breasts.

I recall one time when I was at her work station checking on a monthly sales report which she is responsible for she was wearing a navy blue stove pipe skirt and a rather sheer white silk blouse. As I stood talking with her she crossed her legs spreading the split on the side of her skirt and giving me a very nice view of her shapely thighs. She wanted me to look and I certainly enjoyed the view. As we talked about when she thought she’d have the report ready Francine let her 3 inch heel dangle off her sexy little foot and continually toyed with the top button of her blouse.

Her brunette hair is shoulder length and wavy. I’m certain monthly visits to the salon for perms kept it that wavy. Francine has crystal blue eyes which are set off by her darker hair.

Fran’s always flirted with me but this time it actually went beyond flirting and I was sure that had she done that anywhere besides the office I would have made a play for her.

And now she’s making suggestions that we “hook up”. I’d have to explore the possibility further and discover why a supposedly happily married woman would be flirting so much with me and talking about hooking up.

I turned my attention back to my work and by eleven thirty had my desk cleared. My diligence would be rewarded with an extra long lunch and an easy afternoon.

As I slipped my suit coat on I thought about stopping by Francine’s station and asking her if she’d like to go to lunch with me but decided against that since she is a married woman with all the spousal complications that go with it.

As I stood waiting for the elevator my cell rang.

“Hello this is Allen how can I help you?” I said after I flipped my phone open.

The lusty voice on the other end said. “I can think of hundreds of ways you can help me baby.”

“Kay how nice it is to hear your voice.” I replied as the door glided open.

Several co-workers stepped around me toward the elevator car but I knew that I’d lose my cell connection inside that stainless steel car so I said. “I’ll wait.” As one of my fellow employees reached to stop the doors from closing.

“Wait for what Allen?” Kay asked having heard me speak to the girl reaching to stop the doors.

“What?” I said to Kay not realizing she’d heard me say that I’d wait.

“What are you waiting for baby?” Kay asked again.

It finally dawned on me what we were talking about and I explained the whole thing to Kay.

She giggled and said she thought I was waiting for her to say something.

Having cleared up that confusion I asked Kay. “So how are you today Kay?”

“I’m good Allen.” Kay answered then added “A little horny but otherwise I’m good.”

“I like the idea that you call me when you’re a little horny Kay.” I said.

“Well you ARE the reason I’m horny.” Kay responded accentuating the word are.

“Moi?” I responded.

“Yes darling you.” Kay said.

“So Kay like I said when I answered your call. How can I help you?” I asked.

“You can help me by coming by my place tonight Allen.” Kay asked.

“Love to Kay.” I responded.

“I was hoping you’d say that Allen.” Kay said then added. “Would you like me to make dinner?”

“You don’t have to go to all that trouble Kay.” I answered.

“It’ll be no trouble at all Allen. I’m gonna close up shop early and I’ve already put a roast in the crock pot.” Kay remarked.

“Okay then how I come by about five thirty Kay.” I asked

“It’s a date baby.” Kay answered.

We disconnect and I pushed the elevator call button thinking how nice it would be to have a home pendik escort cooked meal and Kay for dessert.

I grabbed a couple of dogs and a diet coke from the corner vendor and walked across the street to enjoy my light lunch on a park bench.

I often sat on this bench during my lengthy divorce to think of how I was going to handle my ex and her bastard attorney. But now I could sit here and watch the people well actually the ladies hurry by trying to run an errand during their lunch break. And today I had the added bonus of being able to imagine what sexual treats my mature vixen Kay had in store for me that evening.

I finished my coke and headed back to the office figuring I could spend the afternoon outlining the agenda for my next sales meeting.

As I hung up my suit coat I glanced down the walkway along the work stations. I noticed a sexy leg extended out into the walk with a 3 inch heel dangling from the toes. Francine I thought. I’ll have to see what her agenda concerning me was all about this afternoon.

I sat down and had a couple phone messages to return and then it looked like my afternoon was pretty much free unless I’d have to put out some fire with an order.

Finishing up my last call I leaned back in my chair. The sales department is usually rather quiet in the afternoon. All the reps are out making calls and the few in house and support staff are across the department from my area.

I grinned and thought. “It’s time for a nice cool drink of water.”

Fortunately the water cooler was at the other end of the walkway and I had to walk past Francine’s work station to get there. I paused as I got to her station but she wasn’t there.

“Oh well some other time.” I thought to myself.

I turned the corner at the end of the walkway toward the cooler and found Francine. She was bent over getting her own cool drink. Her stove pipe skirt tightly stretched over her ass and her shapely calves accentuated by those sexy heels she always wears. I approached quietly my eyes couldn’t detect any panty lines so I assumed she was wearing only panty hose a thong or nothing at all.

“Don’t drink all the water.” I said to get her attention.

Francine straightened up and turned toward me her wavy brunette hair as perfect as it had been early that morning. Her tight fitting stove pipe skirt looking as crisp as it had the moment she slipped it on that morning. It was almost as if she hadn’t sat in her chair all day.

“Hi Allen I’ll leave you a little.” Francine replied.

I smiled and noticed that she had an extra button undone on her silk blouse affording me a healthy view of her soft flowing cleavage and just a hint of the white lace bra she was wearing.

Our water cooler is kind of tucked in a tight little spot between some file cabinets and the return wall of storage closet. There’s really only enough room for the person getting a drink so when Francine didn’t move I had to squeeze by her.

She smiled as I slid by trying my best not to make contact with her body. I succeeded but the lovely scent of her perfume wafting up from that soft cleavage entered my nostrils bringing a grin to my lips.

After drawing a small cup of water I turned and with my back to the cooler I asked. “So Francine what were we talking about yesterday before we were interrupted?”

Francine leaned against the file cabinet and replied. “The company picnic Allen.”

“Oh yes you were telling me you weren’t sure you were going.” I remembered.

“That’s right. My hubby hates going because he doesn’t know anyone and I don’t think I want to go alone. Unless someone else needs company and talks me into going.” She explained.

“I know what you mean Francine. My ex hated going too. She always claimed the men there were all leeches trying to put the moves on her.” I said.

Francine laughed and said. “My hubby was probably one of those leeches.”

“Why not go alone Francine it could be fun.” I suggested.

She grinned and replied. “Allen there’s only one or two people that might attend that I’d consider having fun with. Assuming we’re both talking about the same kind of fun?”

“That depends on whether you consider the sack race and water balloon toss fun.” I commented.

Francine grinned and kind of cocked her hips. “Well if it was you in the sack with me and tossing the balloons it could lead to some serious fun Allen.”

It wasn’t so much her reference to being in the sack with me but the mental image of her in a wet tee shirt that caused me to say. “Francine if I didn’t know better I’d think you are trying to put the moves on me.”

She smiled widely and said. “Maybe you don’t Allen.”

“Don’t what?” I asked.

Her smile widened and she slid one hand up to the vee where her blouse opened and replied. “Know better of course.”

I had my answer. In a cute little twist of words this foxy married woman was basically telling me she was in fact putting the moves on me. And judging by the way she maltepe escort cocked her hips Francine could move pretty darn well.

“Well then Francine I suppose I shouldn’t make any plans for next Saturday.” I said.

“Good Allen I won’t either and I’ll let my husband know that he needn’t worry about being bored all day. He can stay home and do what ever it is he does when he’s home alone.” Francine replied.

So there it was I had a de facto date with Francine to have some kind of fun at the company picnic.

“I hope you’re good in the sack……”Francine said and after an extended pause she added. “Race?”

“I can hold my own.” I responded.

“Well Allen if not I can always hold it for you.” She said as she looked down at my crotch.

Francine was good very good at taking everything I said and turning it around to shoot back with some kind of sexual connotation.

My suspicions made me decided to test the waters and see if this foxy married woman was looking for some action on the side or just being another of the ball busting office flirts.

“You know Francine you’ve been flirting with me ever since my divorce was finalized. What would you hubby say if he knew about all this flirting?” I asked.

She grinned acknowledging that she had been flirting and said. “He’d be furious Allen. But what hubby doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“So you keep secrets from him?” I asked.

“Not yet but after the picnic I hope to have some secrets to keep from him.” She replied.

Suspicions confirmed Francine was looking for more than a friendly office flirtation friend. No Francine Phillips was looking for a discrete affair. I’d be more than happy to accommodate her needs.

“Well Francine for the first time in years I’m actually going to be looking forward to the company picnic.” I admitted.

She smiled cocked her hips in the other direction and replied. “We’ll make it a picnic to remember Allen.”

“I’m sure we will.” I answered.

“I better be getting back to my desk I have a monthly sales report that’s due in a couple days. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the regional sales manager would I Allen?” Francine said as she moved more to the center of the walkway.

I grinned a devilish grin and replied. “No you wouldn’t he might sack you.”

As she started toward her work station her hips and legs moving more seductively than I’d ever seen them move before Francine looked over her shoulder and with a flash of bright blue eyes and gleaming smile she said. “I’m counting on him sacking me Allen.”

Before Francine rounded the corner into the main walkway I mentally undressed her. It would be nice to see if that sexy ass and her shapely legs moving so seductively without being confined in her stove pipe skirt.

I was able to cut out a little early that afternoon and decided to stop at the wine and spirits shop for something to bring to dinner at Kay’s. The liquor shop was rather busy but I made my way through the crowd and since Kay had mentioned she had a roast in the crock pot I selected a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from the NAPA Valley. It took longer then I expected to get through check out and by the time I slipped into the drivers’ seat of my couple it was already five thirty five. I hoped Kay wouldn’t be angry with me for being late to dinner.

Fortunately traffic wasn’t too bad and I made it to Kay’s by quarter of six. Pressing her door bell I stood back and waited for my dinner date to answer the bell.

I heard the dead bolt unlock and the door slowly opened. Kay looked fabulous her red locks teased seductively around her lovely face. Her eyes appeared darker then usual because of the black eye liner and mascara she’d applied. Her lush full lips glimmering with a lovely shade of pink gloss.

What I found unusual was that Kay was wearing a full length mink coat that extended to mid calf. Her dark stockings and matching heels showed off her sexy legs. At least the lower third of her sexy legs.

“Sorry I’m late Kay.” I apologized.

“I wasn’t worried Allen. Figured you got held up in traffic.” Kay said.

As I entered her apartment I said. “Wasn’t traffic it was the check out at the liquor store.” Handing her the brown paper page containing our wine.

Kay turned and began moving toward her kitchen. It was then that I saw the dark seam of her silk stockings running up from her pumps to the bottom hem of the mink coat she was wearing.

As she entered the kitchen with me closely behind and enjoying the streaks of black on the back of her calves Kay pulled the wine from the bag and looked at the label. The smell of simmering beef filled my nostrils

“Allen how did you know Cabernet Sauvignon is my favorite red wine?” Kay asked. “Intuition I guess.” I replied.

“And it’s chilled too.” She mentioned as she cradled the bottle in her palms.

Kay turned to me and leaned against the counter.

“Kay I thought we were having dinner here?” I asked.

“We are kartal escort Allen.” Kay replied with a sexy grin on her lips.

“Okay…..” I said pausing for a moment then asked. “So what’s with the mink coat babe?”

Her grin changed to a broad smile as she said. “I love the feel of fur against my skin Allen it’s very sensual so after I dressed tonight I slipped it on to make me feel good.”

“Makes sense to me.” I replied wondering if she was going to wear the coat all night.

“Allen baby can you open this while I get some glasses?” Kay asked handing me the bottle of wine and a cork screw.

Kay turned and reached to the top shelf of one cabinet while I worked the cork screw into the bottle and enjoyed the view of the little bit of sexy legs that showed below her coat.

She turned and said. “Let’s have a glass of wine before dinner.”

I filled the two glasses and put the bottle in her frig then followed her into the living room.

Kay took a sip from her wine glass then placed it on the fireplace mantle. “Let me take your coat Allen.” She offered.

I slipped off my suit coat and handed it to Kay. As she carefully hung it in the foyer closet Kay said. “Make yourself comfortable baby.”

I fully expected Kay to remove the mink and hang it along side my suit coat but she returned to the living room still wearing her fur. I figured there must be a reason she was continuing to wear the coat but decided not to ask why.

I sat down in the middle of her couch so that I’d be close to her no matter which end she sat on.

But as I have grown to realize Kay had plans of her own. She walked around the couch and coffee table and over to the fireplace facing away from me. Kay lifted her wine glass to her shimmering pink lips again and took another sip before placing the glass again on the mantle.

“Let me light a fire baby.” She mentioned as she moved to one side and flipped the switch that ignited her gas fireplace.

Tiny red orange and bluish flames appeared between and around the ceramic logs.

“Want some soft music Allen.” Kay asked.

“That would be nice Kay.” I said. “But what I really want is for you to come over here and sit beside me.” I added as I patted the couch cushion to my left.

Kay moved to the entertainment unit in the corner of her living room and pressed the power button on her stereo. The room was filled with soft jazz barely loud enough to be hear but still enough to set a very romantic setting.

As Kay walked back to the fireplace she paused and turned off the only light that illuminated the living room. Fading sunlight from the setting sun and the warm glow of her fireplace completed what Kay must have planned as a very romantic dinner setting.

Kay stood directly between me and the fireplace her feet spaced apart enough so her sexy legs exposed below the mink were silhouetted by the flickering flames behind.

“Are you hungry Allen?” Kay asked.

I leaned forward and lifted my glass off the crystal coaster where I’d placed it a moment before. Somehow I knew that was a loaded question and I paused a moment to ponder my response.

Sitting back against the couch I took a healthy gulp of wine and answered. “Yes Kay but not necessarily for dinner.”

She smiled widely her brilliant white teeth brightening up the dimly lit room.

Her lovely pink tipped fingers moved slowly to the top button that held the mink closed and as she undid the button Kay said. “Hungry for this baby?”

Kay pulled the coat open to reveal the tops of her lush full breasts and deep sensuous cleavage.

I didn’t reply but instead concentrated on the sexy vision being revealed.

“Or maybe this?” Kay said as she undid the bottom button and lifted one sexy leg forward splitting the coat open at the bottom.

“Or perhaps this?” Kay offered as lowered her leg and undid the last button letting the mink fall open in front.

It was then that I realized why Kay had been wearing the fur. Beneath she was wearing only a black lace bra matching garter and panties.

It was then that I spoke. “I’m hungry for all that Kay.”

Her brilliant smile again lit the room as she slid her hands up the front and slowly slipped the coat off her shoulders.

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed as the fur slipped to one side my mature vixen holding it by the collar with one sexy hand.

“Dinner’s ready baby.” Kay said.

I didn’t need to be called twice for what I knew would be a delicious meal. Sliding off the couch I rounded the coffee table as Kay spread the mink fur side up on the floor in front of the fire place.

She stepped forward placing her sexy heels directly in the middle of the impromptu bed.

I kicked off my shoes and moved toward her.

“Let me baby.” Kay said.

I gazed over her luscious form. Her lovely face framed by curly locks of red hair. Her sensuous dark eyes piercing mine. Her full pouty shimmering pink lips pleading to be kissed.

Kay raised her delicate fingers to my neck tie and skillfully untied it while I continued gazing down over her lush body. Her full lush breasts held firmly in the lacy black bra pressing the soft flesh tightly together forming deeper than usual cleavage.

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As the quarantine extended month after month, and as the casualties mounted, my step-Mom told me that it couldn’t be put off any more, and that it was time for my homeschooling sex ed. As an 18-year old guy I was horny almost all of the time, but my step-Mom’s strict moral views (my birth mother had died when I was very young) meant that she previously had told me that it was a sin for me to touch myself, and I had pretty much obeyed her. I admit that’s partly because because the few times I’d tried to masturbate I didn’t know that you needed lotion or vaseline. It actually hurt a bit when I tried, which stopped me. But a lot of it was that I had absorbed my step-Mom’s Laura’s rules and views (although I always just called her “Mom”), and so I didn’t even try. My father somewhat shared her views, but not entirely. He had been traveling in Italy when the crisis hit, got sick, and had passed away in an Italian hospital.

All of this drove my Mom kinda crazy with grief and everything else. But we were safe in our house she told me, since we had maybe a couple of months of food and supplies stocked up in our basement, and we got supplies delivered to us as needed. And so we almost never left the house, and we were together with each other most of the time.

It started one night when my Mom knocked on my bedroom door to give me my usual tuck-in and good night kiss. I was already in my pajamas and in bed when she came in. I’d always thought my Mom was beautiful in a natural way. She has curly dark hair, just starting to go grey, medium height and medium build, with a shapely figure. Her face is pretty, and lightly freckled, and she rarely wears make-up. She’s now 40, and so she has a few wrinkles, but looks a few years younger than her age.

“Honey,” Mom said, as she came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. Suddenly I noticed that she had a small plastic jar of vaseline in one of her hands, which she lightly put down on my side table. She continued, “I need to tell you something that your father said in the last conversation I had with him.”

“Okay,” I said, wondering what it might be in a worried way. I sat up in bed, adjusting my pillows.

“Your Dad said, God bless him, that he really felt that we had sheltered you way too much. And I admit that was more my doing than your Dad’s. But he always felt that once you got off to college you’d get the education you needed about….about sexual things. But now that college has been put off for at least a semester, it’s really time.”

“Time?” I said, not sure where this was going.

“Yes, your father and I agreed that when you turned 18 it was time to relax the rules, and begin your sex education at home. And so I’m going to give you some sex education lessons, starting tonight. First though, do you have any questions or concerns about your body, sex, or anything else?”

I couldn’t believe what Mom was saying. But actually there was something that had been worrying me for years. I thought something was wrong with my penis, because when it got hard it stood almost straight up. I somehow thought an erection was supposed to go out rather than up. I’d been home schooled, and Mom was so strict with parental controls on the internet, and other things to protect me from being exposed to much of anything when it came to sex, that I was really lost in the dark. I’d actually been wanting to ask her about this for a couple of years, but hadn’t yet gotten up the courage.

“Actually, there is something Mom. I think there’s something wrong with my penis. I think I might have a birth defect or something.”

Mom looked taken aback, and said, “I don’t think so, honey. I’m almost sure that’s not true. What do you mean?”

I blushed and said, “It’s not when I’m…um…soft that you can see it. It’s only when I…I….”

My Mom sensed that I couldn’t seems get the words out, and so she said: “Do you mean when your penis gets hard, honey?”

“Yes,” I said, looking down and feeling ashamed.

“I’m almost sure your penis is normal, Nick,” my Mom said, but my fear suddenly had gotten to her, and she looked worried.

And then she suddenly added, “But the only way to be sure is for me to look.”

“What?” I said, not believing what I was hearing.

My Mom went on, saying, “Normally you’d go to a doctor, but with them saying that only necessary cases should be brought in, and this infection endangering people’s lives….What it comes down to is that I should just look at your penis myself.”

“You want to look at my penis?” I said, feeling somewhat horrified, but in spite of myself also slightly turned on.

“Yes, sweetie. Don’t make a big deal out of it. Just get out of bed and stand up, and let me take a look at it and inspect it.”

My Mom got up so that I could get up too.

Clearly this was something that I couldn’t delay or talk her out of. And so I got out of bed and stood close to her in my pajamas, not sure what to do.

To my surprise, my Mom got down pendik escort on her knees in front of me, and said, “Let me get get a look at what the problem might be. I’m almost sure it’s nothing, but I’ll take a thorough look.”

And then, without asking permission, my Mom untied my pajamas and pulled them down to the floor to my ankles, leaving me just in my underwear.

I couldn’t believe my Mom was about to look at the most intimate and private part of my body. And so I put my hand over my crotch to try to stop her, especially because I sensed that my manhood was already starting to grow. Stalling for time, I said, “Mom, is it right for you to examine my penis?”

My Mom sighed, and said, “It wouldn’t be in normal times, honey. But your Dad is dead. A lot the world is quarantined. And no way am I going to send you to a doctor with all the risks there. You just need to let me examine your genitals. And we’re going to need to do that for your home Sex Ed anyway.”

And then, as I could feel my penis getting slowly larger, she started moving my hand aside. I resisted at first, but Mom said sharply, “obey your Mother,” and then increased her pressure and firmly moved my hand to my side.

Then she took ahold of and gently pulled out the elastic on the black Calvin Klein underwear that she always got for me. Oh my god, I thought, my Mom’s face is going to be right next to my bare privates in only a second or two. And then she lowered my underwear—and suddenly my already semi-erect cock popped out at her, touching her right cheek near her mouth.

Mom looked shocked that her son’s warm and circumcised penis was now touching her face. She moved back a couple of inches while staring at it, so that it was no longer touching her. But her son’s somewhat swollen cock was still very close to her.

She said, looking at my penis and smiling nervously, “Oh honey, I can see you’re already getting a little bit hard, sweetie, which I didn’t expect.”

And then she laughed nervously, adding, “But that’s normal, especially with an 18-year old when the subject of sex is brought up. I should have thought of that. But let me look at your penis more closely.”

I was speechless as, again without asking permission, she reached out her delicate and slightly cool fingers and held onto my penis with both of her hands. She first looked at one side of it, and then the other. But as she held my cock in her hands and I felt my Mom’s touch, and even felt her breathing on it, I sensed my blood pumping into it. I briefly prayed for it to stop, but soon my penis was visibly throbbing and growing in her hands.

My Mom seemed almost paralyzed as this was happening. She just said as she held onto my growing penis, “Oh my!” as it started pumping up with little jerks in her fingers into a full erection. When she first put her hands on my cock it was about four inches long, but soon it was five inches, then six, and then six and half (I’d measured it) and thick and fully erect, with a large head. She continued to hold onto my throbbing and pulsing member as it saluted her, widening her eyes and her mouth with wonder. And I couldn’t even seem to apologize as I looked on with embarrassment.

“Oh my,” Mom said again, as she still held onto my now rock-hard erection. She was staring at my almost purple-red cock head that was right in front of her face. Soon a tiny bit of clear pre-cum started leaking out of the top of my head, and my Mom was staring at that as it oozed.

“See,” I said nervously, “I think it might be abnormal because of how it stands up like that.”

I was truly worried—and also very embarrassed.

“Oh honey, your penis, your erection, is perfectly normal,” My Mom said, breathing a little bit heavily, and then finally taking her hands carefully off of my hard penis, and saying as she still stared at it as it throbbed in front of her, “I think for most young men it stands up like yours does. Your father’s certainly did, although his was smaller than yours and didn’t stand up as high. Your erection is actually a bit bigger than the average man’s, but completely normal.”

“But what about that clear stuff at the top. Is that normal too?”

“Oh yes, honey. Almost all teenagers and men in their 20s have that. It’s just a natural sign that you are sexually excited.”

Then she blushed, and added, “It’s called pre-cum, because it’s what happens before you have an orgasm, or, um, cum.”

At that moment a little of my clear pre-cum looked like it was about to drip off of my cock head, and my Mom staring at this suddenly said, “Let me just get a tissue for that.”

She got a Kleenex from the box by the side of the bed and delicately dabbed it on the top of my erection.

“This gets into another reason why we need to have these lessons, because at night you often have….well, honey, as you know you, you have a lot of wet dreams.”

I blushed. I knew what she meant, but all I said was, “Wet dreams?”

“Yes, Nick. maltepe escort You know, when you have a sexual dream, a fantasy dream, like maybe of your erect penis being inside of a woman’s vagina. Well, at that moment you’ll have an orgasm—and your sperm will come out of the head of your penis, right here.”

And with this she gently touched the still-moist little whole on the head of my still throbbing erection, and then went on, saying, “Often, honey, your sheets are stained with your sperm from your wet dreams. It’s not your fault, but one of us has to wash your sheets almost every day. And then I also buy new sheets every month or two, because the stains sometimes don’t come out. I asked your father about this, and he said he only had wet dreams a few times a year because he, well, he masturbated almost every night right before he went to bed. And this meant that almost all his sperm went into his Kleenex, and then into his trashcan, instead of onto his sheets.”

“Dad masturbated?” I said, amazed.

Mom sighed, and said, “Yes dear. He was always against me being so strict with you about that, and in our last conversation he made me promise to teach you all about it, and teach you that it was okay—and so, well, here we are, with your Mommy touching and looking at your penis.”

She gave a little nervous laugh, and then went on, saying, “But a promise is a promise. And so now let me show you why I brought the jar of Vaseline into the room.”

I watched as Mom stood up and picked up the little jar of Vaseline, opened it, and put some of it on her finger.

As Mom looked at me watching her doing this, she said, “Your father gave me very specific directions, even though he was delirious at the time. Anyway, I’m going to show you how to masturbate.”

“But you always told me that touching myself there was a sin!” I said stubbornly, repeating her teachings.

“I know I did,” Mom said with a sigh, “And your father thought you’d say that. But at least this first time I’m going to show you, and so you won’t be you touching yourself. I’m going to be doing it.”

“You?” I said, knowing this was wrong on some level. But I was really naive and confused.

“Yes, sweetie,” Mom smiled comfortingly, and added, “I’ve already touched your penis just now. This will just be me touching it a bit more, that’s all. Here, let me show you.”

Mom knelt down on her knees in front of my erection again, and started dabbing the small blob of vaseline on her finger all over my member, gently smearing it on.

“See all you do,” she said, matter-of-factly, “is put the right amount of Vaseline or lotion on your hard on whenever you need it—not too little and not too much for just the right amount of friction—and then you massage your penis. You can do this at night right before you go to sleep, in the morning, or even in the middle of the day.”

“Any time?” I asked, not quite believing what she was saying.

“Well, any time that you have privacy, or if it’s just you and me. And, of course, you can’t let this get in the way of your chores or your homework. But your father thought this might make you less distracted actually. Okay, enough talk. Let’s see if this feels good.”

With that said, she took hold of her son’s hard on with her right hand . She grasped my shaft gently but firmly, and then started slowly rubbing it up and down.

“Oh!” I gasped, amazed at how good it felt to have my Mom massaging me.

Mom smiled and said, “Does that feel good, honey?”

“Yes, Mom, that feels good,” I said, and I started to breathe a little more heavily. And then I asked, truthfully not knowing the answers, “What’s going to happen? Am I supposed to think about something?”

Mom was a little flushed, and even I could tell she seemed to be getting a bit excited herself as she was holding and massaging my almost rock-hard manhood. But she tried to keep it casual, and said, “Oh, I’m just going to keep rubbing you, first slowly, and then eventually getting faster. And yes, straight men usually think about women when they do this. They might think about the breasts of a woman they are attracted to, or they might think about being inside of a woman’s vagina. Or they might even think about putting their erection inside of a woman’s mouth.”

“What?” I said, stopping her.

I literally put my hand on her hand and stopped her, and then I said, “That doesn’t really happen, does it? I don’t think that a woman would ever have a man’s penis in her mouth. Why would they do that?”

My Mom stopped rubbing me, and flushed even deeper with embarrassment—as well as seemingly shame at her own past “moral” teachings.

“Oh, your father was right!” My Mom said in an almost despairing voice, seemingly like she was going to cry, “I’ve damaged you in the way I’ve brought you up. But yes, honey, many women will ‘service a man,’ by putting his erection into their mouth, and then…kissing it, licking it, and nursing on it. I did that kartal escort for your Daddy sometimes.”

I was astonished, and said, “You did?” and then added, “But why?”

“Well, honey, he liked it. And I liked it,” My Mom said, and then she let go of my penis. She was clearly getting uncomfortable, and sad.

But she forced herself to go on, saying while looking down, “Actually, I liked it very much. And I miss it. I liked it so much that sometimes I’d beg your father to let me do that. I’d beg him to put his erection into my mouth, honey, because it felt good for him—and for me. His erection showed me how much he desired me, and I could feel that on my tongue, and in my mouth. Sexuality is very complicated. And I know that for someone like you who is new to it, especially with your upbringing—which is all my fault—that this would seem strange.”

At this point I was so confused and so innocent, believe it or not, that my erection was wilting. I’d been so sheltered that at that moment all of this was a somewhat disturbing to me. And there was something else that was bothering me too.

I asked, “Mom, why is it that I’m completely naked in front of you, but you have all of your clothes on in front of me? That doesn’t seem fair,” I said, as my erection continued to wilt.

She’d agreed that it wasn’t fair, and tearfully admitted that she’d messed up some of my upbringing. I was wondering if she was doing that again now. But I also confess I wanted to see what she looked like naked. And I really didn’t think it was fair. Here she was looking at and touching her son’s penis, while she was completely clothed. Why?

She continued crying a little, and said, “Oh honey, this situation is so messed up, but you’re probably right.”

She looked with distress at my wilted cock, and still crying a little and wiping her eyes added, “I’m just so confused with all of this craziness in the world, and now your erection has gone away too. But your father said ‘don’t give up,’ and I won’t. And you’re right honey, fair is fair.”

By this point my penis hanging down between my legs.

My Mom stood up, and then wiped her eyes again. And then to my surprise she started unbuttoning her white blouse, soon revealing a lacy white bra beneath.

She smiled at me, and while she kept unbuttoning said, “And, after all, I was going to give you a lesson in female anatomy anyway. I was maybe going to do it with pictures, but I had also thought of another way….”

She removed her blouse, and then dropped it to the floor. I stared at the cleavage of her medium-sized breasts swelling out of her bra.

She smiled more warmly as she saw me staring with wonder and longing at the tops of her swelling breasts, and then she said, “As you say, it’s only fair. But really, I’m only doing this because of this crisis, and because of what your father made me promise. But you must promise never to tell a soul about these lessons. Do you promise?”

“I promise, Mom,” I said, wondering what would happen next.

“I know you’ll keep this secret, Nick. You’re a good boy. Okay, I’m going to show you my breasts now, to show you what a woman’s breasts look like.”

And with that she unhooked her bra from the front, and dropped it to the floor, revealing larger breasts than I imagined she had somehow, although still somewhat perky, with almost pencil eraser-like nipples.

“Well, what do you think?” She said, seeming almost shy—and yet at the same time looking confident, because I think she knew she had good-looking breasts.

She slowly massaged her breasts from underneath with her hands, and then cupped them and held them up a little.

As I stared at my Mom holding her medium-generous breasts, I felt my penis starting to get warm again.

“These pinkish-brown area around my nipples,” Mom said, tracing with both of her index finger around her nipples, “are called areolas.” I could see her nipples get a little harder as she was doing that.

She smiled as she looked down at my cock, which was clearly getting a little longer and less droopy, and then she said, “Well, I hope you like what a woman looks like without her undies. I’ll teach you more specific terms in a bit, but for now you can just call it your Mommy’s pussy.”

She smiled a little mischievously, and said, “and just like a nice kitty cat my pussy is furry.”

All I could do was stare at her white undies, which I now could now see had the triangular outline of her dark hair beneath.

She swiveled her hips slightly, and then slowly, and even seductively, started pulling down her undies, gradually revealing her dark triangle. I was mesmerized—and surprised at how big her pussy was when it was all the way revealed.

She then tried to step out of her undies, but it caught on her left foot, and so she gracefully lifted up her leg up almost like a ballerina to take it off, which spread her crotch so that her at first partially hidden lips in her hairy pussy opened for me for a couple of seconds—and I realized that I was seeing my Mother’s vagina.

“Well, what do you think?” She said a little shyly, as she again gracefully put down her leg, and then tossed her undies to the floor. She had taken ballet long ago.

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The ceremony was drawing near and everyone was busy within the castle. The prince and his mother were in his chamber, choosing outfits for the ceremonial matrimony of him and his sister that was to come that same evening.

“This one looks good, dear.” claimed mother, presenting a black velvet tunic. His mother was a voluptuous beauty of 38 years old, with long black hair, green eyes and silky white skin. She had curves in all the right places, and beautifully large, motherly breasts that were always a sightly bit of skin in her low-cut gowns and dresses. Her son had almost reached manhood, but still enjoyed being breastfed by her. And she was willing to sate his pleasures, as is a mother’s duty in the realm.

“I don’t care to he honest with you mother. Why can’t I just wear my current attire?” he moaned, frowning into the tall mirror by his bed.

“You are to be king soon, sweet boy. And a king must conquer. And it will start today pendik escort when you conquer your sister.” she spoke soothingly as she began to slowly undress him, raising his shirt up off his head to reveal his body. She then slowly unfastened his trousers and let them drop to the floor, revealing his manhood. His mother stared at it with a grin on her face, her arms wrapped around his neck from behind as they both stared into each others’ eyes through the mirror. “You will conquer her with this, my sweet boy.” she teased, running her finger along the stiffening shaft of his teenage cock.

He trembled in his mother’s warm embrace, feeling her soft breath kiss his neck. She smiled at him when she noticed his cock had become fully erect, throbbing and aching with arousal.

“Have I excited you, little prince?” she laughed, flicking the tip of his penis playfully.

“You know you have, mother” he hushed in a repressed gasp, aching maltepe escort for more of his mother’s sweet and gentle touches on his hard shaft. “It is troubling you, my dear. Would you like your mother to give you sweet release before your big day with your sister?” she asked, leading him onto his bed by tightly clutching his cock in her hand. She climbed between his legs and knelt before him like a submissive pet, gazing into his eyes. “Do it, mother. Please.” He begged, gliding his hands through her dark hair as she sensually stroked his shaft with her soft hands. Her fingernails were coated black and looked beautiful against her pale, almost snow white skin as she masturbated her son.

She began jerking him off ever faster and more vigorously now, making him gyrate his hips and thrust up and down as he rapidly fucked his mother’s hands. With one hand she caressed his balls, while the other rapidly worked his shaft, her fingers kartal escort becoming drenched and moistened in her son’s pre-cum, lubricating his shaft as she stroked it harder and faster, moaning little whimpers of delight as saliva dripped from her watering mouth onto the tip of his cock.

She lowered her head down and began licking his throbbing cock, from the base, all along the shaft, right up to the tip. He bucked his hips and slid deep into his mother’s mouth and began fucking her throat violently. She could feel his cock shudder between her wet lips as he came ever closer to orgasm. Finally he released thick loads of sticky royal cum deep inside his mother’s mouth, shooting rope after rope of warm juice down her throat. “Oh, mother!” he screamed in pleasure as he lay there limp, with his satisfied cock resting on his mother’s tongue. She swallowed every last drop of her son’s sticky warm cum and sucked her fingers dry while grinning at him.

There he lay, exhausted and satisfied, with his mother massaging his now softened penis with her feet, curling her toes around his shaft and balls. There they spent the next hour together, laying naked in each others’ arms, as mother and son.

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Anticipation making her movements clumsy at best, she began to get herself ready to see him… again. It was getting to be a weekly thing with the two of them, and even looking ahead, she couldn’t see it going bad. The way they were together, the easy friendship, the smooth flow of conversation, the way they seemed built for each other, even the way she fit in around his family. Nothing was forced, or faked, or part of her regular mask. Most people never got to know the real girl behind the façade she put forth, but with these people, this man, she didn’t have to hide. She was herself and it was so easy to just be. If it flowed this comfortably with no effort on their part, what could possibly go wrong?

The house was spotless, a product of her inability to sleep through the excitement of his arrival. She was at her best; eyes shining, skin glowing. Even she had to admit that she looked better when she was around him. Odd, that. She could almost see pretty in herself when she was around him. She looked around, wondering if she’d missed anything. Seeing nothing left undone, she lay down on her bed for a moment or two to read a bit. Laughing, she realized that if he showed up while she was reading he would tease her for the rest of the weekend. It was another of those very cheesy romantic novels. An easy way to just relax for her; she could devour several of those a week. And she did. But she still caught hell for it.

Gravel crunched beneath tires and she started, realizing she had fallen asleep. She jumped off the bed, bouncing to the door, nearly flinging herself into his arms. He chuckled, pulling her off her feet and kissing the top of her head, “Hello angel.” The past week, with all of the stresses that it brought, fell away leaving her energetic, happy, and alive. This man, only this man, could do that for her. She knew that, no matter what the problem, he was there for her. He might not be able to fix it, but he would always listen, always lend an ear.

She linked her fingers with his and started back into the house, but he held back, pulling her back against his chest. “Let’s go get something to eat, angel. I’ve been in that car for hours and I am starving.”

She smiled at him with a sparkle in her eyes and whispered, “I’m hungry too. When do I get to eat?” It was an ongoing joke between them, something they used when other people were around to talk dirty to each other, PG style. Her appetite for him hadn’t cooled in the short time they had been intimate. If anything, it had grown hotter. It wasn’t that he held nothing back, giving as good as he got. It wasn’t the sex itself, although that was an inferno all its’ own. It was the way he touched her while they made love. The way he held her; the way he talked to her, whispering in her ear. It was, she admitted, all in the rest of the things that had absolutely nothing to do with the act of sex.

He groaned and closed his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t you ever get enough?”

She smiled back at him, shaking her head. “Nope,” she whispered “and I hope I never do. Let’s go eat.” They got in the car and left, destination unknown.

She swiveled in her seat, one leg tucked beneath her, facing him so they could talk. Placing her hand somewhere between his knee and his hip, very casually, she pendik escort asked him about his day. He told her about visiting with his grandparents, the wild drive in the city, how his new writings were coming along. Mundane. She listened very closely, smiling, nodding, adding things or responding where necessary. His grandparents, sweet though they might be, wore on him. They always gave him something to talk about as they constantly wanted him to do strange things, making odd requests and the like. It drove him insane, but kept her laughing, so he always shared those. With each new grandparent story, she would murmur, “Aww, poor baby” rubbing his leg a bit to “comfort” him. She wasn’t certain, but fairly sure that he had no idea how far up his leg she was moving or what her plan was. And living in a big city didn’t always prove as hilarious, but his thought processes while driving in heavy traffic tickled her to no end. She shared the mundane details of her week, which were usually limited to, “So, while I was at work today…” Nothing big, but he always listened and laughed with her.

It was while they were talking about which restaurant they were going to stop at for dinner that she reached the top of his thigh. He raised his eyebrows, pulling a “mad” look from his vault of fake expressions and leveled a stare at her. “What?” She, too, could play that game, pulling an “innocent and loving it” look from her own bag of tricks. He growled some objection at her, but it went ultimately unheard because at that exact moment, he twitched under her devious fingers, pulling a sliver of laughter from her lips. She ran fingers along the length of him, staring into his eyes. Almost expecting an objection, she opened his jeans and slid her hand inside them, sighing when skin met skin.

He leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, surprising them both. In very short seconds, he was solid and hot in her hand and she had to bite back a groan when he twitched again. Wrapping her hand tightly around him, moving slowly, she watched him. Of all the things she loved most about him, the sheer enjoyment he took in everything was the biggest one. She may never know whether he was just very sensitive or if she did something different, but whatever the reason, the way he reacted to her touch would always thrill her in exactly the same way. She glanced around the parking lot, glad they had parked further away and leaned across the seat, first licking the very tip of his cock, then taking an inch or two then pulling away and blowing cool air on it. He fisted a hand in her hair, neither pulling her closer nor pushing her away… just needing something to do with his hands. One last time, she bent to nibble the spot just under the head, making him growl/groan before she sat back up, closed his pants, and opened the door.

She could hear the muffled curse, but she couldn’t make out which word it was this time. She had nearly perfected the art of stopping and it was killing him more quickly than cancer. She should know. He told her all the time.

They ate without incident, his eyes delivering the message he couldn’t say aloud in the restaurant. “You will pay for that.” It was crystal clear and even more so because she knew it was fact.

The teasing always caught up to her at the end of the maltepe escort day. It was, she freely admitted, the whole reason she teased him the way she did. Well, that and the simple pleasure she took in making him moan. She shivered to herself. Yeah. That too.

The meal ended, they paid and got back in the car resuming the same position. Her facing him, one leg curled up under her body. They talked about religion, the weather, politics. It didn’t matter, really. Their opinions could be one thing, but they would argue the other point just to have something to battle wits over. They hadn’t been together long, but they were building a solid base for something strong. They both knew it and had stopped denying it. But it had taken work to get there. He stopped at the ice cream place and each picked their favorite, teasing the other about bad taste and such.

Back in the car, he mentioned a class reunion coming up and how he wanted her to be there. She thrilled to it because it was a small step forward for them. For a couple that had spent several weeks denying anything deeper than a physical attraction, making plans for even a short term future excited her. She was ready for whatever came next and willing to take each day as it came.

When they got back to her place, she turned on the radio to provide some background noise, and they relaxed on the couch, each with a different book; him upright against the back of the sofa, her with her head in his lap. Even that still amazed her; the ability to do absolutely nothing together. It was a genuinely comfortable relationship they shared, one she had looked for her whole life and she was distinctly aware of having found it, forcing herself to go slow.

He slid his hand up and down her arm absently as they read, occasionally tickling her, making her laugh. Before she could even register a change, he was stroking her ribs, then her chest, her neck. She glanced up to see what he was about, but his attention was fully engrossed in his book, so she went back to her own. A few short minutes passed and he had slipped his fingers under the neckline of her t-shirt. Again, she looked at him to see what he was up to, but he was still buried in his book. Frowning, she pretended to go back to her book. She even went so far as to turn pages. When she felt the direction of his hands change again, she looked up. This time there was a definite gleam in his eye and she called him on it. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” She glared at him as scornfully as she could, but it was hard to hide the reaction of her body. Her skin began to goose bump, her nipples grew tighter under her shirt, disgustingly visible.

She shivered and laid her book to the side, preparing to stand up. He pressed the flat of his hand against her chest, laying her back down in his lap, grinning. “Nope,” he said. “I am in the middle of this chapter. Be still.”

She stared at him, jaw dropped, for a full five seconds before huffing a breath at him and rolling her eyes. Just gutsy. She laid there, arms folded across her chest as he read, waiting for him to give in. But her mind was racing, thinking of all the things he could do to her, the things he could do to her. She started wiggling, squirming a bit. Trying to get comfortable in his lap mostly, but well aware that kartal escort her head rested just about where his cock should be. She rolled to her side, placing a hand on his thigh, rubbing her cheek where she could feel him beginning to grow. Smiling to herself, she reached for his zipper slowly, so he wouldn’t notice her movement. With her hand on his fly, she grinned to herself, mentally applauding her impending victory. Not a twitch of a muscle or any warning at all, his hand covered hers, pushing it away. His concentration never broke. She would almost wager he didn’t miss a word of his book, but he stopped her. Frustrated, hungry, wanting, borderline needy, she heaved a sigh of soap opera proportions and resumed the pouty child pose.

Hard and hot under her cheek, still he ignored the hunger in her sighs. It was costing him to do it, but he would keep this up until she begged. He would have it no other way. She teased and tormented him constantly, stopping just before he came every time. He was going to hear her say please if it killed him. Her wiggling and squirming was getting to him, no point denying that. He was rock hard and with the way she was laying in his lap, she had to know it. He resumed his own torture of her, teasing his fingers along her skin everywhere but the places she most wanted it. And then he heard it. The whimper. He almost had her, had very nearly broken through her control. He moved in for the kill, skimming his fingers as though by accident across her nipple. She moaned, lifting her back toward his hand looking for a harder touch and he allowed it. And then… “Please?” She broke and thank God for that because he wasn’t sure he could have made it much longer.

He dropped the book he wasn’t even reading to the side and scooped her up, wrapping her legs around his waist so he could kiss her finally. Deeply. A moan sounded somewhere deep inside her and he swallowed it, tasting need. Forgoing all the pleasantries, he braced her against the wall unbuttoning her pants with one hand, sliding them as far down as they would go with her legs around his waist, then setting her down to get them off her body. Picking her up again, he guided her hand to his pants, then slipped his hands under her shirt to skim across her ribs. It was one of the most sensitive spots on her body and made her shiver nearly every time. As aroused as she was, it was all sensitive, and she hissed through her teeth at him. Tearing at the button, and jerking the zipper down, she fought to pull his cock out of his pants. He slipped his hand between their bodies and, finding her wet, guided himself inside. It was fast, hard, and short but they came together anyway, anticipation having made them both impatient and very ready.

Leaning her head back against the wall, she struggled to tame her breathing. She could still feel him twitching inside her, the aftershocks of his orgasm, and it threatened to send her over again. She pulled him in tight for a quick kiss, whispering in his ear, “Love you.” He slid himself free of her body, making them both shiver, and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. She laughed and beat her fists against his back as he climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Sliding her down his body slowly, pressing one last kiss to her temple, he laid her on the bed, following immediately after to lay at her side. She rolled to him, tucking herself into his chest and he curled his arm around her. Within minutes, both were sound asleep, a half smile on each of their faces. Sometimes it was so hard to believe that it could be this good.

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The van’s driver had moved all the boxes into the house next door and was pulling away. The family station wagon of my new neighbours had driven away and I settled down to studying in the dining room when there was a knock at the door. The woman on the front porch was wearing a shapeless loose top and tracksuit pants.

‘Hi. I’m moving in next door and I’m trying to assemble the bunks. I’m sorry to disturb you but have you got any of those hexagon keys. I’d like to surprise the girls and have their bunks assembled and ready before they get home from the movies with their father’.

‘Sure. Need a hand?’ I asked her.

‘No,’ she replied. ‘You’re busy.’

‘It’ll give me a chance to get to know my new neighbour.’

I took the hex drive keys out of my tool box, and followed my new neighbour next door. She told me her name was Mrs Jackson.

I replied, ‘Hello Mrs Jackson. My name’s Richard. People call me Rich or Richie’.

She had the bunks unpacked on the floor of the teenaged daughters’ room. I helped her put all the pieces together and she started all her hex screws. She had obviously done this before, as she knew how everything was put together. Before too long, we had the bunks assembled, but standing a bit wobbly on the floor.

She handed me the keys to tighten them up while she left to get drinks for both of us. She returned with a tray, two glasses and a choice of cans.

She wobbled the bed to test its firmness and handed me a drink, then climbed onto the top bunk and popped a can and began drinking it.

She peeled off her loose top revealing the top half of her bikini and asked, ‘Are you feeling hot? It’s getting warm in here isn’t it.’

Then she removed her track suit pants revealing the bottom half of a swim suit. ‘I hope you don’t mind’ she said.

‘Not at all’, I responded. ‘You have a nice figure Mrs. Jackson. Oh! I hope you don’t mind’. She smiled at me.

We finished our drinks and she climbed down and headed for the bathroom.

She called out, ‘Could you get 2 towels from the blue bag for me please? Just bring them into the bathroom if you don’t mind’.

I brought them into the bathroom where she was naked in the shower recess. I was shocked that she was so comfortable with me able to see her naked.

She said, ‘Would you like to join me?’

I didn’t know what to say. ‘I’ve never had my clothes off with another woman before. I feel very self-conscious with my clothes off’.

‘How old are you Richie?’

‘Eighteen. My birthday was last week.’

‘Happy birthday, Richie. You’re old enough to have your clothes off with another woman. I was a nurse and I’ve seen everything before so I won’t be shocked. ‘

‘But what if I get a stiffy?’

‘That would be nice. I’d love you to get a stiffy.’

This was a surprise. A really pretty woman has got her clothes off, and wants me to take mine off escort ataşehir as well ands she thinks I might get a stiffy and doesn’t mind.

I started to take my clothes off and by the time I took my pants down, my penis had swollen, and was hanging low at it’s full length. I really hoped it would not get stiff and embarrass me.

I waited for Mrs Jackson to make room for me but she just looked at me and she seemed to be distracted. As I waited to join her, I became more excited and my poor treacherous prick moved away from my body and rose up until it was fully erect and throbbing in time with my pulse. I was very self-conscious and held my hands over it to hide it.

I said ‘I’ve git a stiffy Mrs Jackson. I hope you’re not offended.’

She said, ‘I think stiffies look lovely Ritchie. Let me see yours.’

I slowly took my hands away and could only look down.

She said ‘My God Ritchie, aren’t you well developed. You have a very nice stiffy. Come in to the shower with me and let me clean it for you.’

She took the flannel and started to soap my back and then my chest. Then she moved to my feet and worked up my legs and was even soaping my bum. This made me even more excited.

She didn’t touch my penis, but when she lightly brushed my balls very gently, I couldn’t believe how excited I was to be having a shower with Mrs Jackson, the woman next door.

She said, ‘Your penis is very hard Richie. Do you mind if I touch it?’

I was too aroused to talk so I didn’t answer. She just smeared soap on my penis anyway, and made it as hard as anything. She began rinsing all the soap off me, using her hand and the water from the shower. There were feelings building up in my cock and I wondered what was going to happen.

She lightly rinsed my penis and it was like when I was masturbating, only somehow much better. I thought I was going to have a climax except she stopped just in time.

‘That was wonderful. I’m going to put your penis in my mouth now Richie. Just stand still and see if you can feel my tongue. I would like you to come inside my mouth.’

She knelt in front of me and held my swollen penis in her hand and I waited for her to put it in her mouth. One hand ran lightly up my leg and after a few seconds, I could feel her breath on my dick. It was so incredible that my cock began throbbing. She put it inside her mouth without touching me, and the feeling of waiting for her to touch it in her mouth was nearly enough to make me come.

Then she closed her lips around it about half way down its length and began licking near the top of the shaft. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Just as she closed her mouth on it, my knees felt a bit wobbly, but somehow I kept my balance as my face flushed and my climax came and I started squirting semen into Mrs Jackson’s mouth.

She murmured ‘MMMMmmmmmmm,’ causing several after shocks and making kadıköy escort me keep on pumping into her. I became very self-conscious again.

‘Now I’m feeling very horny,’ she said turning the taps off. ‘I want you to hold your hands here for me. And just keep them nice and still’.

She placed me at her side and then put my right hand over her vagina with my middle fingers between the lips of her slippery cunt. She placed my other hand on her bottom with my middle finger touching her anus.

She started to swivel her hips back and forward and my middle fingers lightly rubbed over her holes between her legs.

She said ‘Slide your fingers into me Richie.’

Her breathing started getting louder and she started to whimper as the middle fingers on each hand easily slipped into her tight little holes. I watched her face and she looked like she was in pain but she acted like she couldn’t stop swivelling. One arm was around my neck and the other one was holding on to the tap.

‘Grip me a little tighter please Richie,’ she said

I tightened my grasp between her legs causing her swivelling to became frantic and her tits were shaking with her body movement. I had never seen or felt anything like it before.

She started moaning a bit getting louder and louder all the time. I was so worked up getting into her mood that my prick stood proudly to attention again and I began swivelling the same as her with my swollen penis wagging wildly while slapping firmly against the side of her hip.

Finally she screamed, ‘Don’t stop’.

But I wasn’t doing anything. Her swivelling got slower, then she let out a long, high-pitched scream. Both of her holes were twitching.

She squealed out really loudly, ‘I can’t stop. I’m COMINNNNGG’.

She let go of the tap and had both her arms around me for about half a minute while her rutting motion slowly became slower and we were standing still with my fingers still inside the cunt and her anus.

She sighed heavily saying, ‘That was lovely.’

She removed my hands from her body and handed me a towel as she wrapped one around her body covering her beautiful tits but showing the swell of her bottom as she walked.

‘Richie, have you noticed how private our front yard is? Would you like to come out with me and be the first to sunbake with me in my new house?’

I wondered if she also thought I was the first to have any form of sex her in her new house. She took my hand without waiting for an answer and I let her lead me outside through the front door.

‘Isn’t it a bit dangerous going out the front with no clothes?’

‘I think it’s lovely, feeling the sun on my body on such a beautiful day. Come on!’ she said.

We took up a position in the middle of her front lawn and I followed her lead and placed the yellow towel she gave me next to hers and laid down on it. After such an arousing maltepe escort bayan afternoon, I was soon asleep.

Without knowing how long I had been dozing, I began to dream. I was on a crowded bus and gradually my clothes were disappearing. Something soft was licking my feet and my cock began to stiffen. I held on to the overhead straps and couldn’t let go and an eel like creature approached me floating in the air towards me with its mouth open. I was petrified and in fear of my life, when it slowed and gradually descended to my cock and in full view of the passengers, it began to cover my throbbing member strongly sucking on it.

The sensation woke me, and as I regained my bearings, I realised Mrs. Jackson was squatting over me and feeding my turgid penis into her juicy tight little vagina. She hovered over me and now that I was fully conscious again, I couldn’t stop myself from bucking up and down fucking her as hard as I could.

She whispered, ‘Get on top and fuck me like my husband Stan does. I’ll show you.’

She changed our position from squatting to placing her body on top of mine, then we rolled over on to her towel. She held my face and brought it down to hers, and kissed me with feeling, licking my lips and ruffling my hair while I slowly slid my cock into her as deep as I could reach.

She instructed me, ‘Now fuck me with just the first 3 inches of your cock, nice and slowly, Richie.’

I did as she instructed and it was like I was in heaven. For the next 10 minutes, I kept fucking her tirelessly, the feelings building up gradually after we had both had recent climaxes. I felt as if I could keep fucking her like this forever.

Eventually, she became more aroused with this and she began to breathe heavily, but it was her twitching cunt that gave her away. I felt like fucking her as hard as I could like a wolf in the wild but she slowed me down with her hands on my hips. I could feel my climax approach.

She knew exactly what she wanted and I was more than happy to give it to her.

Then she said ‘Stop,’ and with the end of my cock inside her, she milked my cock with impressively controlled contractions of her inside muscles.

‘My God, Richie. Hold on to me tightly. You’ve done it again. I ‘m going to come again,’ she gasped.

She said exactly the same words that I was feeling. I was surprised to feel another climax building up again after I had already had an orgasm when I was in the shower with Mrs Jackson.

With a loud straining noise I ejaculated into her twitching hungry cunt and collapsed onto her spent smiling form.

After lying on her for a few moments, now deep inside her, she said ‘Time for you to go, young man. Stan will be back with the girls soon.’

While I had been sleeping, Mrs. Jackson must have fetched our clothes.

I got dressed and as I left she said ‘Thanks for your help Richie. Call in any time. You must meet Stan and the girls.’

I think I will.

As I reached my front gate, I saw the station wagon with the rest of the family drive up and proceed through the silently opening remote controlled front gates next door. Mrs. Jackson’s timing was perfect.

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He heard the sound of the front door opening and closing, and the familiar footsteps that he had grown accustomed to hearing everyday around this time. He was downstairs finishing folding the laundry after putting in a solid day working on his novel. He knew where she was judging from the sounds of her heels, and then heard the sound of them being kicked into the closet. He could hear nothing now except for what he thought was the basement door being opened.

“Babe?” he called out.

Nothing.

He shrugged his shoulders, assuming he was hearing things and grabbed the towels to fold.

He jumped slight when he felt her arms wrap around his stomach as she pressed her tits into his back hard, forcing him to grab onto the laundry table to steady himself.

He started to turn but she firmly planted her knee between his legs, her thigh pinning him against the table.

“Babe what the hell…” he started

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” she whispered sharply into his ear. “Just let go, I will be easier on you if you relax…” she said, flicking her tongue over his ear, all the while keeping him pinned against the table.

She could feel him hesitate, and begin to tense up to perhaps take control back, but she slid her hands up to his chest and shoulders and then slowly running them down his arms. She felt him relax a bit, and that’s when she grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms behind his back, and before he could react, she had masterfully cuffed him.

“Jesus babe…” but stopped talking when she took his head and forced it down on the table.

“I told you it was better to relax…you need to listen better than that…” she heard him gasp as her hand reached down and gave his rapidly hardening cock a firm squeeze through his pants.

“You going to listen? Nod your head, do not say a word”

He nodded his head, and she pulled him up, and led him by the cuffs to the couch. She turned him and pushed him down so he was sitting facing her. She stood there, legs spread apart, letting him look at her. She was wearing a short dress he hadn’t seen before, and it covered just enough to make it borderline acceptable office wear, but barely. From his vantage point , he could see more than the average office worker. He smiled, looking at her at she straddled him, pushing her tits into his face and he tried to bite her nipples through the cloth, and she gave him a playful slap on the face.

“Nooooo, you do what your told, and I didn’t tell you to do that.” she said. “You need to listen or this isn’t going to go well for you.”

He went to answer and she placed a finger across his lips.

“Nod only. No talking. Do you understand?”

His eyes locked onto hers in playful defiance, and she stood quickly, standing in front of him. She pulled her dress up slowly, revealing her pantiless pussy, and she ran her fingers over it slowly.

“If you want this, you will do what I say.” she said, “Or I will take this upstairs to the bedroom and take care of it myself and leave you down here. Got it?”

He was beyond horny now, for she knew that playing with her pussy drove him wild. She could see the look of surrender on his face, and he nodded.

“Good. Now make me cum.” and with that she climbed on the couch and pressed her wet pussy against his mouth. He began licking and biting softly, but she pressed herself against him hard, forcing his mouth harder against her, wanting to cum and cum fast. He sensed what she wanted and began licking, sucking and biting her clit, and despite not being able to use his hands, could feel her legs start to quiver as he built up her orgasm. She moaned loudly as she pressed escort ataşehir herself harder, wanting it badly. She had been feeling aroused all day and by the time she got home, she needed to cum badly.

She grabbed his head with both hands as she felt her orgasm hit her hard and it was all she could do to not totally collapse onto him. He continued licking and sucking, tasting all of her, loving it. When her orgasm subsided, she pulled his head away and slowly but still in control, lowered herself onto his crotch, so she could feel his cock through his pants.

“Thanks baby…that was good. Not sure if it was good enough to let you fuck me now, what do you think?” she taunted. He glared at her, knowing he couldn’t move and she was in total control, something he was not used to giving up at all.

“What’s the matter?” she purred, and heard him groan as she started moving her hips in circles over his cock. She pulled the straps of her dress down, revealing her tits, the nipples so hard and aroused it almost hurt. “You want to fuck me? Or do you want these in your mouth?” she offered as she leaned in close. He focused on her tits and his tongue started to lick her nipple and she slapped him again, a little harder this time.

“I didn’t say to do it, I asked if you wanted to. You. Are. Not. Listening” and with that she stood up, pulled her straps back up, covering herself. and he leaned his head back in frustration.

She arranged her dress, smoothing out the wrinkles as he stared at her in confusion.

“What?” she said. “You didn’t listen. And I already came, so I got what I wanted. Maybe next time you will listen.”

With that she smiled seductively at him and walked away, leaving him handcuffed on the couch. Just as she reached the stairs, stopped and pulled something out of her bra. She tossed it on the floor.

It was the key to the cuffs. She spoke as she walked back upstairs.

“If you can get out of the cuffs, maybe you can come find me and finish what I started…”

She had just finished taking her shower, and was drying herself off while standing in her walk-in closet, admiring her collection of toys she had displayed on her shelf. She considered taking her favorite vibrator out and bringing it back downstairs so she could get herself off while her fiance, whom she was sure was still handcuffed on the couch in the basement, watched. She smiled, proud of herself on how she hadn’t given up control whatsoever and left him hanging the way she did. She loved every second of it, and loved the power she felt, even now 30 minutes later. She took out the vibrator, and when she did, she noticed something behind it that caused her pussy to get wet almost instantly.

It had been a while, but her newest butt-plug lay there waiting for her to use it. She had others, but they were smaller and she had been trying to work her way up to being able to try anal sex. This was supposed to be the deciding plug as to whether or not she could take her fiances cock. And she wanted to badly. She hadn’t had a chance to use it yet, but considering how she felt now, this was the perfect time. . She put the vibrator back, and took out the plug. She found her lube, and made her way over to her bed. She let the towel drop to the floor, and crawled on her bed on all fours. She opened the lube, spread as much as she needed of the tip of the plug and some on her ass, and reached back and started rubbing the tip against her tight ass, her mouth open slightly.

She felt her pussy tingle as she slowly slid the tip in, her mouth opening wider, the plug was definitely big and was spreading her ass wider than it had kadıköy escort ever been. A moan escaped her lips as she reached the deepest it would go, and left it there. She lay down on her stomach, letting her ass adjust to it, and she couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. She couldn’t help herself, and she reached underneath so she could play with her pussy with the plug in her ass. Her fingers rubbed her swollen clit quickly and with enough pressure that combined with the plug in her ass, she was soon moaning and writhing in pleasure, her orgasm as intense as it had ever been. She rolled onto her back, her orgasm not subsiding, and she slipped two fingers in her soaking wet pussy and fingered herself to completion, her back arched to the point it was almost painful.

She collapsed on the bed, her body heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her body still tingling from the intensity of her orgasm. She could still feel the plug and it felt amazing, every little movement she did causing ripples of pleasure straight to her core.

It took her a few minutes to catch her breath and composure, but she still had a strong desire for more. She wanted to cum again like that, and NOW. She stood, gasping as the pleasure once again whisked through her body, and she walked over and chose a purple teddy which felt absolutely incredible on her skin. She slipped it on quickly and and made her way back downstairs, wanting to have a cock inside her in the worst possible way. She smiled as she made her way down the last set of stairs, for she had no intention of telling him that she still had her now new favorite toy still buried in her ass. She quickly erased the smile, not wanting him to have any inclination that her earlier demeanor had changed. SHE was in control and that’s the way it was going to stay.

She reached the bottom of the stairs and had to fight the urge to smile as she saw him sitting on the ground struggling with the cuffs. He looked up as he heard her reach the floor and almost simultaneously his jaw dropped as well as the keys to the cuffs.

She shook her head side to side as she approached him, never breaking stride.

“Soooo disappointing…” she purred as she put her foot on his chest and pushed him so he was laying on his back. She straddled his crotch quickly and pinned his arms above his head.

“Jesus babe, wha…” and his sentence was cut short as she once again slapped his cheek, a little hard than before.

“You reeeallly don’t remember well do you!” she said as she leaned her mouth by his ear. “The rules haven’t changed. No talking!” she hissed into his ear, and then bit it hard to drive her point home. She felt him tense up, and she gasped in spite of herself as his crotch drove upwards and rubbed against her ass. She fought the urge to grind down on him, wanting it bad. But she couldn’t let on how badly she wanted him inside her. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this way, wanting to take a man so badly. But she needed to have control. She took his face in her hand, like a mother scolding her child.

“Don’t do that. I swear you will regret it. Do you understand?” she said as she glared at him.

He could see no backing down in her eyes, and once again nodded.

“Good. Maybe you will get to cum after all.” she said sternly. “Now don’t move again.”

With that she let his face go and pulled his shirt up, exposing his chest. She attacked his nipples with her teeth and his abs and side with her nails. She was animalistic, and all he could do was close his eyes and take it. She bit his nipples to the point that almost made his eyes water, and he was certain that her nails maltepe escort bayan were going to leave welts. But he didn’t care, he had never seen her like this and it turned him on beyond belief.

She made her way down to his pants, and rubbed her face against his hard cock through his pants making him shudder. She smiled inside, knowing it was almost impossible for him to be quiet, but loved the erotic torture she was inflicting. She gently trailed her nails over his abs as she gently bit his cock through his pants. He moaned as she expected he would and dug her nails in hard, causing him to flinch. She knew he was fighting a losing battle, but she felt like being ruthless.

She stopped teasing his cock and slid across his body until they were face to face. She could see the lust and desire in his eyes.

“Still not listening babe?” she cooed, flicking her tongue across his lips. “I guess you just aren’t man enough to take me like I was hoping you’d be able to” she teased, smiling at the confused look that crossed his face. “I guess I will just have to show you what you are missing…” and with that she straddled him again, a little lower than his crotch so she could undo his pants. She stared continuously into his eyes as she worked to free his cock. She pulled it out, and slowly and teasingly stroked it with her hand, listening to him groan. She moved forward and started sliding her pussy against the length of his cock, slowly, agonizingly driving him crazy. She sat up a bit and took hold of his cock and slowly lowered herself, watching him watch his cock as it was about to enter her. Just as she felt the tip touch her lips, she stopped.

“That’s right…I have to show you what you are missing. How silly of me to forget… I can guarantee you that next time you will do exactly what I say.” she said as she gave him a knowing look as she turned around and straddled him so her ass was facing him. She looked over her shoulder and took satisfaction in seeing his eyes widen as he noticed the plug in her ass as she lowered herself onto him. Her focus on him soon changed to the incredible feeling she had rocket through her body as she filled her pussy with his thick cock. She closed her eyes, her mouth completely open as she sat on his hips completely, not moving, just reveling in the feeling of being completely filled. She gasped and moaned as she started riding his cock slowly, the sensations almost too much to bear. She swore she had never felt him that big, and combined with the plug, she felt like she would literally pass out if she came. She felt her legs tingle and quiver within seconds of starting to fuck him, and at this point she didn’t care, she wanted, she NEEDED to cum. She stopped riding him and began to grind against him, causing both of them to moan, and she leaned forward and placed her hands on his legs to get better balance as she began rocking back and forth faster and more furiously, her orgasm so close.

He came in her without warning, and her eyes shot open wide as she felt the first blast of hot cum hit the walls of her pussy, and that’s when she came. Her body convulsed as she screamed uncontrollably, digging her nails into his legs as she came. She felt another load of cum fill her, and she almost fell forward as her orgasm hit her with such a force that she saw dark spots forming in her vision. She focused on not passing out, but it was difficult as the pleasure she was experiencing was overwhelming to the point of unconditional surrender. She lowered her body onto his legs, her legs refusing to move. Her hair was in disarray, her legs were shaking, her pussy and ass more than completely satisfied.

She smiled as she realized that she didn’t know or even cared if her fiance had actually spoken a word during the last few minutes. The only thing she knew was that next time she was going to get EXACTLY what she knew she wanted.

All on her terms again, of course.

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“God… your tongue is about as good as your cock. Get in there all nice and deep like. Ha ha ha.”

“Your ass is about as tasty as your twat. And even tighter.”

My tongue snakes it’s way even deeper up my aunt Norma’s seventy plus year old ass. Damn… it’s tasty as hell. Always has been. I lick those musky bowels with such loving, salad tossing fervor. Yum yum… getting’ me some.

She’s on her stomach on my pull out bed in the back of my van. We’re parked in the back of a Walmart parking lot, waiting for my sister Gina to pick up a pregnancy test. I push open the back doors. The damn sun light shines in bright. Norma shades her eyes as she wiggles that tight fucking butt in my face. And old lady walks by right at that second and shakes her head in disgust at our public display of salad tossing family fun. I fucking love it. Oh yeah.

I slap that tight little ass and squeeze both cheeks as I keep tongue fucking my slutty aunt’s mature ass. She’s got such a nice and squeezable ass. Tight and firm, even at her age.

“Damn… you started without me.”

Gina jumps in the van and joins in, kissing me, then sliding her tongue up aunt Norma’s constantly wiggling backside. I fondle her big titties through her tight blue polo shirt. Fucking awesome jugs as always.

I get escort ataşehir behind Gina as two more older women walk by the back of the van. They stop and watch. One of ’em films us with her phone. My kinda broad.

I yank down my sister’s skin tight jeans and get to work, kissing, licking and sucking her bushy brown haired twat for ten minutes straight.

“GODDDDDDDDDD!! Eat my pussy, baby. Mmmmmmmmmm.”

Gina dribbles out some piss into my waiting mouth. I gulp the warm, salty treat down and keep sucking her spasming twat as I flick her rubbery clit. It’s so hard and thumping. I rub it, then flick it, repeating the process the whole time I suck her pussy.

Gina cums in my mouth, dancing her cumming twat across my lips as I suck harder and harder on her pounding pussy, eagerly drinking down every single milky drop of her sweet as honey pussy cream.

I invite the old broad that was filming us over. She hands her phone to her friend… who I later found out was her sister/wife… yeah… we’re not the only family freaks out there… and she runs over, jumping in the van. She starts sucking my seven inch cock about as good as its ever been sucked.

I close my eyes for a minute, riding out the amazing sensations bursting forth from my smiling cock, rubbing kadıköy escort Gina’s soaked slit, kissing her wide ass and wet pussy as well.

While the sexy old broad… she’s beautiful… long gray hair, big tits, big ass… beautiful… sucks me, I start eating Gina’s ass, finger hanging her pussy as I do. She keeps eating Norma’s ass while the old broad outside films it all. Awesome day at Walmart.

Our naughty daisy chain continues for ten more ass eating, cocksucking, pussy finger banging minutes. Fucking awesome sight. My tongue ravishes my sister’s thick ass, licking it so good, she cums twice more. I share her cum with Denise… the old chick sucking my cock. We both suck my sister’s dripping with cream twat raw.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!”

Gina screams into Norma’s tight ass. She grinds her amazingly tasty twat all over Denise and my smiling, kissing faces.

I ass fuck my sister while Denise eats my ass while Norma eats hers. Fucking awesome again. Denise’s wife keeps filming as people pass by her and the van, some cheering and watching, then moving on… some shaking their heads and walking off immediately… a couple hanging around and filming it themselves. The van doors are all open for everyone to watch us.

“FUCK MY maltepe escort bayan ASSSSSSSSSSSS!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!! HOLY FUCK!! IT FEELS GREAT!!” Gina hugs the leather cushion on the back of the bed as I drill my seven throbbing inches up my favorite ass on earth. My love for my sexy sister keeps growing. We kiss, so passionately. God… I love my sister. My cock loves her ass too. I keep slamming up that tight orifice as hard as I can, my thighs slapping Gina’s. She cums into Denise’s mouth again right before I cum in her ass, roughly squeezing her hanging 36Ds, my hands under her shirt and white spots bra. Bare titties and cumming in my sister’s ass. My kinda day.

We get a nice cheer from the horny onlookers. A couple tosses singles at us. Ha. Feeling like a stripper as I pump my warm, creamy wad up my beautiful, sweet smiling, loving sister’s ass.

Gina takes the pregnancy test right there in the van for everyone to see… yep… She’s pregnant. Woo-hoo! We pop open a bottle of champagne she got in Walmart just in case she found out she was knocked up. It flows and we chug it. Everyone cheers, even the onlookers in the parking lot. We pass the bottle around to everyone… no need for glasses… and everyone gets a chug. We kiss and hug, a nice tender moment between brother and sister… in my van in the Walmart parking lot.

We all hang out and finish off the champagne, then bust open a six pack to top it off. A nice relaxing day with my beautiful sister. Hot public sex and she’s pregnant on top of it. A great day. Can’t wait to see what’s next.

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At age 18, Paul Worthington had it all and was the envy of all his classmates at his high school in the upscale area of Holmby Hills in Los Angeles, one of the richest neighborhoods in California. Not only was Paul good looking, standing 6’1″ tall weighing about 195 pounds, with sandy brownish blonde hair, green eyes, muscular shoulders and “six pack” abs, he was also the star of the basketball team, playing power forward and the star wrestler.

Sports was not the only thing Paul was good at either. Paul was also very popular and very smart. All the girls thought he was “hot” and he was the SGA president, on the academic team, and was in line to be the class valedictorian.

If that wasn’t enough to make people want to be like him, Paul also had a mom, Steffie, who was as he friends said, a cool mom and not only that, but also a smoking hot MILF.

Steffie could be like one of those women you see on the reality show Real Housewives of Orange County but without all the drama and the snooty self centered bitchy attitudes. She was very wealthy, very attractive, and extremely sexy and she knew it, but she didn’t rub it in anyone’s face or thought that she was better than anyone else.

Physically speaking, Steffie could be a Kim Kardashian look alike but slightly taller. At 37, Steffie stood about 5’9″ tall, weighed 135 pounds, with shoulder length wavy dark brown chestnut hair which in some light almost looked black. She had a good very figure measuring 38D-26-37. Her breasts were supple and natural, her body was somewhat toned, and her legs were long, slender, well toned and rivaled those of a dancer.

What made Paul’s friends really jealous was not only the fact that his mom Steffie was extremely hot and friendly, but the fact that she and Paul had an extremely close and intimate relationship. They were more like best friends(BFF’s) rather than mother and son.

Also, Steffie was very proud of her body and not ashamed to show it off and dressed quite provocatively, even in front of Paul’s friends. However, she would keep it PG-13 rated when his friends were there, but when it was just her and Paul Steffie wore little if nothing at all. After all they were both adults, so she felt she shouldn’t hide her body.

Steffie was also very affectionate towards Paul and freely demonstrated it both in private and public. There were even rumors floating around that Paul and Steffie were much more than just mother and son. Paul knew about these rumors but did nothing to dispel them. He just let people think what they wanted to and enjoyed seeing people green with envy.

Even though Paul and Steffie’s relationship was close and quite intimate, much more intimate than most normal mother and son’s, Paul and Steffie never completely crossed the line so to speak in that they never had actual sexual intercourse. They did, however, enjoy flirting with that line, going up the precipice without actually going over the edge.

Paul and Steffie thought nothing about seeing each other naked, kissing one another on the lips, cuddling together naked on the couch as they watched a movie, showering together, or even sleeping together naked. To them, it was totally natural and just another way to express their intimacy towards other.

Steffie was a self proclaimed free spirit, sort of a throw back to the 1960’s hippies(free love, flower power and all the things that went with it) and after Paul turned 18, Steffie invited him to follow in her footsteps and Paul would do so quite willingly and quite readily. It was only natural that eventually Paul and Steffie would cross the line to lovers but that would not happen until the night of Paul’s senior prom.

Paul was scheduled to go to the prom with Donna, a girl in his class who he really liked and thought she liked him. Donna was his age, 18 and quite a looker. She stood about 5’11” had long blonde hair measured 34C-24-34 and could pass for a Taylor Swift look alike.

She was quite popular but also ultra high maintenance. Even so, Paul really liked Donna and thought she really liked him. They had even talked about how they would get married one day, but in reality Donna only hung out with Paul because of the status it would give her.

Anyhow, the day before the prom(a Friday) was known as Senior Skip Day, a custom going back some thirty-five years, since the inception of the school. Paul used that day to pick up his tux, finalize plans for the limo that would pick him and Donna up, and make reservations at Lucques Restaurant located on Melrose Avenue in West Hollywood. After dinner at 4:30 they would arrive for pictures at the Riviera Country Club at 7:00 and the prom started at 8:30 in the Grand Ballroom of the country club.

Paul arrived home just before lunch after picking up his tux and he was anxious to show it off to Steffie. Paul’s tux was the classic Black tux with tails and black cummerbund and tie He also got a top hat to go with it to add a touch of class. His shirt however was light lavender since he wanted to be different.

He showed the tux to Steffie escort ataşehir and she was beside herself with glee and gave Paul a long warm loving hug and gentle kiss full on the lips. Paul could feel Steffie’s warm naked body press into his and he pulled her close to him as they lovingly embraced.

“My little boy has grown up,” Steffie said with almost a tear in her eye, putting her hand softly on his face. “I wish your father were still alive to see you now, hun. He would be so very proud to see how you have developed into a fine young man.”

“So you got everything all set,” Steffie asked as she led Paul to the couch and sat next to him and lit a cigarette.

“I think so,” Paul replied. “All I need is to find out when Donna is coming by here and we will let you get some pictures of us together.”

“Cant wait,” Steffie said but then she added “You know, Donna is one lucky girl. She doesn’t realize how sweet of a guy she is getting,” and with that Steffie gave Paul another long deep sensual loving kiss.

“Well, I would be nothing without you mom,” Paul replied. “I owe everything to you and even though I am going to the prom with Donna, she can’t even begin to hold a candle to you. You’re my one true love, the light of my life, the song of my soul and the desire of my heart.”

Steffie melted and a tear began to fall and Paul wiped it dry and they embraced and held each other close.

The rest of the day would go without event and that night Paul and Steffie would go out to dinner and then come home and enjoy a nice soft candlelit romantic evening together.

Steffie had put a blanket in front of the fireplace and she lit the gas log insert to provide and intimate setting. There was also wine, cheese soft music, and of course plenty of hot tender romantic foreplay. They would kiss, caress and held each other tight, their warm naked bodies pressed together moving together as one. Eventually they would fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The next day was Prom day and Steffie took Paul to breakfast and then they came back home to relax. Steffie stripped down to just her panties and put on her waist length white lace robe which she left open and Paul stripped to his boxers and they both cuddled on the couch and that is when the shit would hit the fan.

Donna called out of the blue and for reason canceled the Prom date. Paul was devastated seeing he had waited all year for this, the crown of his senior year and then his hopes dashed.

Steffie did her best to console Paul who was surprised at how crushed he was. “Was it true, did he really like Donna that much,” He thought to himself and for about an hour Steffie just held him like she did when he was a child and rocked him doing her best to ease his pain.

Steffie cradled Paul’s head in her bosom and Paul’s mouth was right next to Steffie’s supple pink nipples. Steffie just stroked Paul’s hair as he held his head there It wouldn’t take much for Paul to suck on Steffie’s nipples but he was really not in the mood for that so she just let him stay like he was.

Then it hit Steffie like a bolt of lightening and she smiled and said with a grin. “Well, if you really want to make the best of everything, you can still go to the Prom.”

Paul not thinking too clearly incredulously said ” Yeah, right! With who, myself?”

Steffie knew Paul was in pain and not his usual self so she overlooked that snide comment and then answered Paul

“Not exactly sweetie,” Steffie said with a smile putting her hand on his face and lovingly stroking it. “I was thinking you could have a date with a sexy vivacious woman who loves you very much and will never let you down or break your heart.”

Paul looked into Steffie’s eyes and he knew she was talking about herself and he knew right away that even though his plans had gone awry, fate had ordained this night to happen and for them to be together on this night.

“You’re on,” Paul replied. “I bet I will be the envy of every one there, walking in with the hottest woman in all of LA.”

“I think I still have a dress for the occasion “Steffie said as she sat up beginning to get excited about the prospect of going to the prom.

“No way mom,” Paul said poo-pooing the idea of Steffie wearing one of the dresses she already had. “This is a special night and you deserve the best. Let’s get dressed and let you get one you want, one that will make Donna realize just what she has been replaced with by turning down our date.”

“That’s so downright vengeful, spiteful, hateful and vindictive,” Steffie said and for a second Paul thought he had gone too far. Then Steffie smiled and added “but it’s so perfect for that little hussy bitch. I like your style.”

They got dressed and went to one of Steffie’s favorite boutiques and found the perfect dress. It was short black sequin gown with a scoop neckline. Along the neckline looked what was embossed leaf shaped rhinestones about ½ inch in diameter that were red, green blue pink and amber, and set off the sequins on the dress kadıköy escort perfectly.

The hem line of the dress was very, very short just about four to six inches below the butt. If Steffie was to sit a certain way your couldn’t help but see her panties. Lastly, the dress had a black chiffon that was attached to the dress sort of as a cape.

Once Steffie had the dress she wanted, she picked out some black shoes to match(two inch high heels) and got some lingerie to go with it, a black lace set with matching thigh highs and garters. To top it off, she got a pearl choker necklace, six bracelets that accentuated the dress that matched the colors of the embossed stones in the neck line.

She also picked up a “little black party dress,” which will be described later in the story, another pair of black lace panties, but this time they were thong style and crotchless and she picked up another set of thigh highs, but these were fishnet and picked up a pair of black one inch pumps good for dancing.

The last thing Steffie would do, un beknownst to Paul would be to reserve the Sultan’s Suite at Aladdin’s Castle, one of one of the fancy Hotels near where they lived for the Saturday and night. She had also booked a flight to Los Vegas for the next day and reserved the finest suite in the Luxor Hotel for the entire next week. Steffie intended to not only to make it a weekend but make it a week that Paul would not soon forget and help make Donna just a fleeting distant memory.

Steffie got her hair and nails done and make up selected and they went and got a light lunch seeing they would be eating an early supper. Steffie packed a back pack where she put Paul another pair of pants and shirt to go dancing in and put her party dress, shoes and lingerie in. She then packed a bag for the time they would be gone but only enough for a pair of clothes for to wear to the trip to Vegas and a pair back home the Sunday afternoon of the following week.

Steffie also had made arrangements with Jenna to have the luggage she had secretly packed for the Vegas trip to the airport by 1. P.M, that Saturday, about an hour before their flight was supposed to leave.

Jenna was one of Steffie’s girl-friends(in more ways than one) and a charter member, partner and co-founder of Steffie’s Lonely Housewife’s Club. These were a group of sexy moms who got together once a week to drink, chat as well as unload and bitch about anything and everything including their husbands. They also engaged in plenty of hot sweet lesbian sex. However that is another story for another time. Back to the story at hand.

That evening Steffie and Paul took a bath together in the hot tub and toasted each other. They would help get each other dressed. Steffie was standing in the room wearing only her black thigh high stockings and garters and she was putting on her earrings.

Paul would come up behind her and he was naked as well and he put his arms around her waist and hugged her. Steffie moaned and turned her head back and kissed Paul.

“I am so glad you are going with the prom to me,” Paul said “I should have asked you in the first place and none of this stuff with Donna would have happened.”

Steffie turned to Paul and kissed him and draped her arms around his neck. “I promise you one thing hon, I will”(putting emphasis on the word will) “make you forget Donna. After tonight, she will be just a vague distant memory.”

“Sounds delightful, “Paul said “I can’t wait”

Me either hon,” Steffie purred and gave Paul another long sensual kiss.

Steffie then turned back around and continued to put on her ear rings then sprayed herself with some new perfume she had picked up at the boutique.

Paul caught a whiff and it turned him on and made him want to take Steffie right then and there. Paul couldn’t help himself, the perfume had an intense bewitching effect on him and he began kissing and softly nibbling the back and sides of Steffie’s neck, something he hadn’t done before.

This made Steffie swoon. Steffie just let out a soft passionate moan as her legs turned to jelly and she melted in Paul’s arms.

“Ooooohhhh yes Paul baby,” Steffie purred with delight.

Paul continued to nibble and softly kiss the sides of Steffie’s neck and his hands began to roam over her body. Paul’s hands cupped Steffie’s sumptuous breasts then they moved their way down her torso until they found her sweet pussy.

Steffie could not control the feelings and her pussy began dripping its sweet honey dew nectar. Paul gently massaged Steffie’s sweet clit while Steffie just lay in his arms panting as the feelings of ecstasy coursed through her trembling body like a massive storm torrent.

As much as Steffie wanted to give in to the pleasure throw caution to the wind and have Paul take her right then and there and make hot sweet monkey love, her common sense side kicked in and she came to her senses.

“Paul honey” Steffie said softly and when there was no response, she repeated it. “Paul honey” and Paul just moaned a faint maltepe escort bayan acknowledgment. Steffie finally got his attention.

“Oh sweetie, as much as I enjoy this and would love to have you bone me right here and now, we have to get dressed if we are going to make it to dinner and the Prom on time.”

“Yeah dinner, prom,” Paul moaned half coherently still half crazed from the hypnotic effects of Steffie’s perfume.

As much as it pained her to do it, Steffie felt she had no other choice. She led Paul to the bathroom and turned on the cold water and pushed him in the shower and closed the door.

“Son-of- mother-fucking bitch,” Paul exclaimed loudly saying each word deliberately as he fully regained his senses. “What the fuck just happened? Why the hell am I in the shower and what is with this god-damned fucking ice cold water.”

Steffie just giggled and said “Sorry sweetie, it was the only thing I could think of that would bring you back to your senses.”

“Well it sure as hell worked,” Paul replied half exasperated. “What happened. The last thing I know was standing behind you, you had just sprayed some kind of perfume on yourself and the rest was a fog until I found myself in the shower getting peppered by frigid ice cold water.”

“It’s the new perfume I got today,” Steffie giggled. “It’s called Primal Lusts. It is supposed to bring out the deep seeded hidden primitive carnal desires in a man and I guess it really lives up to its name.”

“That it does,” Paul replied. Then he began to blush when it hit him what he might have done under the influence of the perfume.

“Oh shit!! What the hell did I do,” Paul said sheepishly half embarrassed and half scared.

“Well sweetie, Steffie replied, “let’s just say that if I hadn’t come to my senses and dragged you into the shower we would have not made it to the prom but we would have known one another in the “Biblical” sense.

Steffie and Paul got dressed and even though she still had the perfume on, much of it’s intoxicating effects on Paul had worn off.

Steffie and Paul got into the limo and once inside Steffie handed him a plastic card.

“What’s this,” Paul said as he took it and began to turn it over.

“It’s a gift from me to you so we can completely enjoy our night out,” Steffie replied and Paul had it turned over and was now looking at it.

“A fake I.D., where did you get this,” Paul said surprised.

“I’ve connections hon,” Steffie said with a wry smile somewhat pleased with herself. “Anyway, I got it so we could have fun tonight so if we get carded you are now 22 years old.”

“Cool beans”, Paul said with a smile and they went to the restaurant.

Paul and Steffie had a nice meal and then they went to the country club where the Prom was and had their picture made together. Paul’s friends were beside themselves with envy when they saw Paul with Steffie.

“Damn dude, I wish I had a mom as cool and hot as yours,” Brian, one of Paul’s best friends said jokingly. “I guess I know what you’re gonna do after the prom.”

Steffie just smiled and said “Wouldn’t you like to know, and who knows we may just send you the video!”

“Fuck dude,” Brian responded. “Hell I don’t blame you. if I had a mom half as cool as yours and just as hot, I would wanna do her too.”

Steffie and Paul danced most every dance and then they saw Donna when was with her date, who looked like he was some rich preppy frat boy from college. Paul thought he heard his name mentioned, Reginald or something pretentious like that he thought he heard someone say. He did his best to let it go but still the pain and hurt from this morning’s rejection was still there and Paul got quiet and sullen.

“Come on hon, let’s blow this joint and go have some fun of our own,” Steffie sweetly said to Paul as she whispered in his ear, sensing his anguish at seeing Donna with her new date. “I promised you I will make you forget her” Steffie added as she took Paul by the hand, leading him out of the banquet hall where the prom was being held and they walked outside.

Paul and Steffie got in the back of their limo and Steffie told the driver to drive across town to a new happening night club called Aladdin’s Playground, located in the lobby of the Hotel they were going to be staying in. The ride would take about 45 minutes and this would give Steffie the opportunity to change out of her black sequin dress into her little black party dress.

Steffie pressed the button to raise the privacy shield between the driver and them and then began to unpack her sexy hot little black dress, a party dress that looked more like a nighty than a dress Steffie would also take out a pair of black lace crotchless thong panties, and some black fishnet thigh high stockings with matching garters from the back pack she was carrying. Steffie nonchalantly proceeded to change right there in front of Paul.

“Unzip me hon,” Steffie said to Paul as she sat next to him with her back to him.

Paul unzipped her and she smiled at him and then had a seat on the bench across from him and right there in front of Paul, stripped out of her dress, thigh-high stockings, garters and shoes. Steffie also removed her panties and tried to remove her bra but the catch in the back got snagged and she couldn’t get it loose.

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Her name was Iris.

I met the tall, slim girl in China on my first trip there. She easily stood out, being almost as tall as my 5-foot 11 self. Small chested, but with a nice round butt tight in her jeans to compliment, her cream-colored face and red lipstick, all stood out to me. Drew me to her almost instantly. Her button up shirt opened a couple, but not in a lude way.

Meeting her at lunch for the first time, she smiled somewhat shyly, but still shook my hand. Slender fingers in mine, her skin very soft and smooth. We didn’t have much interaction that afternoon, but that would soon change.

Several of us went to dinner that last night of my trip. Family-style Chinese (if that is a thing), with much wine shared amongst the 12 of us. The whole table toasted to start the meal, old friends and new. Throughout dinner individual or group toasts were made. Before too long, roughly a case of wine had been imbibed.

Every now and then I would glance up at Iris to see her speaking with one of her colleagues. At one point she caught me looking at her. I quickly averted my gaze, knowing she saw me. That is when she surprised me.

“John, I notice you look at me. Please, toast with me.”

Well I couldn’t refuse, it would be rude. I rose from my chair and went around the table. I noticed her cheeks and chest were slightly pink, either from the wine or slight embarrassment I’m not sure.

“Welcome to China. Thank you for your stay, and hope you visit next year. Gan bay.”

Blushing, I could only reply, “Gan bay” (cheers).

We both drank our wine, and with a small smile from Iris, and a slightly lingering glance from somewhat glassy eyes, I returned to my seat.

The rest of the meal was uneventful, with only quick, casual glances cast in her direction. Our eyes met a time or two, but quickly kept moving. I wasn’t about to step on any cultural toes, so that’s where I left it.

After a few hours the meal was finally finished. Farewells were spoken, in a multitude of languages for the various nationalities present, and different people piled into different cars to be driven wherever. Part of me regretted not being able to say goodbye to her. Another part of me was glad, as I’m sure I would have wanted to grab her hand, pull her to me, and kiss her hard. Again, cultural toes.

A short time later the driver brought the few of us to our hotel. My flight was fairly early the next morning, and it had been a long week already, so I left them to their additional drinks, and went to my room.

The room was very nice. High floor, corner room. It had a living area, a bedroom/office desk area, and then the bathroom. In the bathroom was a jacuzzi tub, and a stand-up shower. It had definitely been a long week, I decided, so I filled the tub to soak for a few. As I ran the water to fill the tub, I undressed, briefly glancing at myself in the mirror. I actually felt pretty good about myself, seeing my brown hair a little disheveled, and my blue eyes large from the lighting.

Steam started to rise from the tub, so I knew it was going to be hot. Perfect for soaking my aching muscles. I turned off and slowly climbed in, letting my naked body absorb the heat from the water, causing me to at first tense, then relax. It felt good to finally relax, my mind replaying the week, and the dinner from that evening.

Thoughts of Iris popped into my head. Those red lips; the smooth hands and small tits; that nicely rounded, tiny ass. Just thinking about her made my cock start to bob in the water, just a little. But after 10 or 15 minutes, I decide it’s probably time for bed since I have an early flight.

After toweling myself off, my cock still semi-erect, I get ready for bed, still nude. I check my email and chats for anything worthwhile, but, finding nothing or no one, I shut my computer down and crawl between the sheets, ready to doze off.

Feeling the smooth, soft sheets against my cock as I lay on my stomach, my mind still wandering from the wine, escort ataşehir I can’t help but rub myself against the sheets. It feels so good, making my cock even harder. The fabric slides over me, as I rub myself over and over.

Then, a knock at the door.

Well, this is really awkward. It’s late, I’m naked in bed with a full-on erection, and only gym shorts within reach that won’t hide much. But there’s another knock, seeming somewhat softer. I can’t ignore it, really. It could be something or someone important.

Groaning a little, I grab my shorts from the end of the bed, sliding them on. The head of my cock rests against my stomach, trapped partially by my waistband. I walk over to the door, taking a look.

Iris.

I have to do a double-take, I can’t believe it. But there she is, standing in the flesh, as the saying goes. I’m torn with what to do. But if she’s here, maybe she felt something, too…

She raises her hand to knock again, what I’m sure will be the last time. I open the door before she connects, startling her. Her smooth, normally flawless porcelain skin is pink with embarrassment. And before either of us can say anything, I see her eyes look me over. No shirt, gym shorts with a noticeable bulge. She doesn’t bite her lip, but you can see something in her eyes.

Before I can say anything, she steps into the room. I wonder if that something in her eyes was conflict about coming in or not. I close the door behind her, not sure myself of what to do. But I don’t have to wait long.

“I notice you look at me. All through the evening. Why do you look?”

I’m a little tongue-tied at first, not sure what to say. Clearly, she noticed.

“Well…uhhh…”

“Yes?”

“Well…I think you are beautiful.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” I reply, “yes, I do.” I really don’t know what else to say to her. But I don’t think she’s looking for words, necessarily.

“Would you?” she asks. “Would you show me how beautiful?”

It takes me a second to realize what she is asking. I’m pretty sure I know, now.

Slowly approaching her, her face level with mine, I slide my hand up her smooth arm. My hand goes behind her neck, but she doesn’t look at me fully.

“You’re so beautiful. The prettiest girl I’ve seen in a long time. I would like to kiss you.”

With that I think I may have broken her last wall of defense. Looking me in the eye, she still looks a little apprehensive, but a small flicker of joy lights her face a little. I take that as my moment.

Gently pulling her to me, my lips touch hers, and she moves as if in shock, as though no one has kissed her that softly. And with one hand behind her neck, and one hand on her hip, I slowly pull her into me, lightly kissing her red lips.

I can feel her melt into me slowly, her hips pushing against mine. She can no doubt feel my hardness against her stomach. Gently, my tongue touches her lips, lightly so as to not startle her. But she responds in kind, sliding her tongue to meet mine. They dance in between, tangling in a wet, slow embrace.

I feel Iris’ hands, gently touching my hips. Holding her tight against me, I kiss her deep and hard, but still slow. My cock is pulsing, pinned between us. She lets out a little whimper.

“John, will you please?” she asks.

“Please what, Iris?”

“Will you please take me to bed?” I thought she would never ask.

Stepping away from her, I take Iris’ hand and pull her into the bedroom. The lights from the city stream through the sheer curtains, as I haven’t closed the room darkening ones. It sets a mood, very sensual.

We reach the bed and I kiss her again, a little rougher this time. She doesn’t quite expect it, but she doesn’t shy away either. I slowly untuck her shirt from her tight jeans. Still kissing those red lips, I unbutton her shirt from the top down. I take half a step back and notice she isn’t wearing a bra. The light makes her creamy skin look delicious.

I slide my hands kadıköy escort up her smooth, flat stomach, between her breasts and up to her shoulders. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are slightly parted, breathing heavily. Once my hands are at her shoulders, they slide her shirt off, and it drops to the floor. The cool air from the room makes her nipples hard instantly. They’re nice and somewhat dark, and thick.

This time I don’t ask, I lean in and start kissing her shoulders, soft, light kisses trailing up to her neck. Kissing her neck, I give little nips, all the way up to her ears. I can hear her breathing hard, feel her warm breath on my neck and shoulder. I reverse direction and start kissing my way down her neck to her shoulder, then down to her chest.

Her hands are at her sides when my mouth reaches her breast, but as soon as I start kissing, her hands are in my hair, pulling me into her. My mouth makes its way and covers her hard nipple, and most of her small breast. I lick and suck, pulling her nipple away from her body. I hear a sharp intake of air, then she pulls me hard into her, pushing her breast flat.

I switch to the other side and start giving it the same treatment. Meanwhile I reach down to undo her tight pants. Sliding my fingers in the waistband, I slowly pull them down, kissing my way down her smooth, taut stomach. She steps out of her pants as my hands slide up the backs of her legs, pulling her to me as I kiss above her panties, and then around them to her thighs.

I spin Iris around and lay her on the bed, her long body stretching over most of the length. I move up her body, kissing her mouth hard. All timidity is gone, she pushes her tongue passed my lips to tangle with mine. Breaking the kiss, I move my way back down her body, kissing my way down the center of her chest, down her smooth stomach again.

My lips reach the edge of her lace-topped panties, a pale that matches her skin. Kissing all around the waistline, I move my fingers to the hem. Pulling them down, slowly exposing her, I continue to kiss every inch of exposed skin. The small tuft of black hair on her mound passes by my lips, her scent filling my nose. She smells like a flower, too.

Iris lifts her bottom off the bed, so I can remove her underwear. I gently push her legs open with my hands, then kiss my way up the inside of her thighs. I can hear her breathing deep, little squeaks of moans escaping her lips as I get closer to her center.

Gently sliding my tongue out, I taste her. It’s as though a shock has coursed through her body; her hands grip the bed covers tightly. I slowly kiss and lick her, letting her feel nothing but pleasure. With my nose resting in her curly dark hair, I lick and lightly suck her clit. Iris’ hands go to my head, forcing me harder into her. I eagerly taste the beautiful woman in front of me, wanting to see how much I can please her.

It doesn’t take long for my reward, however. Iris keeps my head on her pussy as she slowly gyrates her hips. It doesn’t take much longer until I can really taste her as she starts to drip her cum into my mouth. All I can do is drink and taste this beautiful woman. Her juices flow into my mouth, making my cock grow even harder.

She finally releases my head, and after a couple last licks and kisses, I move my way back up her body. Iris holds my face in her hands and pulls me to her, kissing me hard. She can no doubt taste herself, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I break the kiss again, and she moans. Now I’m the one who’s a little speechless, laying with this beautiful girl.

“Iris…I…,”

“Yes, John?” she replies, liquid eyes boring into my soul, begging me. But I feel I’m begging her.

“Iris, I want to make love to you. Would that be okay?”

She just smiles at me, pulling me into her for a kiss with one hand. I can feel her legs open, and her other hand trail its way down my back. Placing her hand on my lower back, she pulls me into her. She is so wet and warm, maltepe escort bayan I feel it can only be a dream. But I know it isn’t.

Our tongues dancing together, I begin a slow rhythm, allowing her to get used to me. Breaking the kiss, she puts her face into my neck, breathing and whimpering. She doesn’t stop me, so I continue long, deep strokes, feeling her slide up my length as I fill her up. Iris lays her head back down on the bed, my arms holding me over her, her hands running down my back, holding tight.

After a little time passes, she pushes me off of her. Not wanting to do anything wrong, offend her in any way, I roll off and lay next to her on the bed. Iris gets onto her knees, sitting over me. My cock is glistening with her juices as it throbs in waiting. Reaching down, she guides me into her, then her hands go to my chest, supporting herself.

She begins by moving slowly, pulling herself up until I almost slide out, then lowering herself back down. Iris then sits up, taking me completely in. Slowly she starts moving her hips, grinding against me. Her hands begin to pinch and pull at her nipples. She lets out a moan, as do I.

With no warning or thought, she stops moving. I’m confused at first, not knowing if something is wrong. Then she pulls me up to her. Kissing her deep on the mouth, her legs wrap around my waist, and her hands go behind my head, pulling me into her. In the middle of this, she doesn’t move her hips, but I can feel something, something new. Iris is using her muscles to squeeze my cock. She was already very tight, but this is a different, amazing level.

I pull back from her, moaning like an animal at the feeling. Every so often she moves her hips just a little, but she never stops flexing around my cock. My hands go to her back, pulling her to me again. The raw passion this woman gives off makes me hers, putty to mold as she wishes. I am thoroughly entranced.

Soon we’re both breathing harder, as she has inched us both closer to orgasm. I feel her squeezing me again, but this time it’s different, more rapid. Iris starts to cum around my cock, her juices dripping down my cock to my balls. The feeling is too much. Tongues tangled with each other, her moaning into my mouth, I let out one last groan. As she is sitting on me, and I can’t move, the only thing I can feel is Iris’ contracting pussy, milking my cum deep inside of her.

I cum so hard, the room seems to spin and go black around the edges. It’s an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. So powerful, and she’s still gripping me, making sure that I’ve emptied completely into her. She lowers me back down to the bed as she stays upright. As I being to soften and slide out of her, Iris moves up slightly, my cum dripping from her pussy back onto my well satisfied cock. The warm, wet feeling is amazing, as she slides herself over me.

After a couple of minutes, she finally stops and collapses next to me on the bed. Iris turns to me at first, and I just lightly touch her beautiful face, lips still amazingly red, and kiss her passionately on the lips. Her hand goes to my cheek, as if trying to remember by touch what I look like, or to hold the memory. She then turns over, pulling me with her so my satisfied, wet cock rests against her bottom. My hand falls across her chest, lightly massaging her breasts and nipples, gently this time. She sighs and pushes herself further into me, like trying to make me absorb her until we become one. It isn’t long until I fall asleep, rubbing her chest.

What seems like 5 minutes, but is actually a couple of hours, goes by, and the alarm is going off. Rolling to shut the alarm off, I roll back to my side, smile on my face. My eyes pop suddenly open, remembering what happened just a short time ago. Reaching out, I realize Iris is gone. I’m so confused, as it all felt so real. I begin to think I’ve dreamed the whole thing, and while reliving it, I start to get hard again. Reaching down to touch myself, I realize I’m still sticky. Then touching the bed next me, the bed is warm, and my hand bumps paper.

“Lovely, John,” the note begins. “Thank you for teaching me how to make love. I wish you come back some day, and you continue to teach me. Iris.”

She was a beautiful flower. Her name was Iris.

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It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I have a longer story that I’ve been working on, but I’m stuck on it. This is just a quick story that I was thinking about the other day.

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“Oh fuck, baby! Yes…oh god…oh…oh…oh…fuuuuuuck! That feels so good! Don’t…stop…please…” cried Fawn.

Fawn was laid back on a pile of pillows, against the head board of the bed. Fawn’s best friend and lover, Claire, had her head between Fawn’s spread legs. Her tongue pleasuring her friends delicious pussy. Each flick of Claire’s tongue bringer her closer to orgasm.

Fawn and Claire. Best friends since kindergarten, and currently college roommates. The two girls were almost inseparable from the start. As little girls, they had met in kindergarten and had play dates most weekends. As they grew older, their friendship grew stronger. If you ever saw one without the other, it was a rare occurrence.

Claire Hampton was a beautiful young woman. 5′ 7″ with a curvy, athletic build. Her physique built by years of gymnastics. Her straight, long blonde hair spilled halfway down her back. Equally as beautiful was her friend, Fawn Lockard. Being as they were inseparable , Fawn had also developed her body through years of gymnastics. Fawn’s hair being a curly brown in contrast to Claire’s. The other major difference being their breast size. Claire had developed quite a large pair of breasts, where Fawn’s were a bit smaller but much perkier.

Yes, both girls were quite stunning. Both did quite well in the past when it came to boys, and there was never any jealousy or issues, but It was only a few years ago that the dynamic of their friendship changed.

Claire’s mother, Jill, had been killed in a terrible car accident when Claire was 19. Claire took a leave from school and Fawn was able to leave with her to support her friend through this very difficult time. It was a few days after her mother’s funeral and Claire had a breakdown. Fawn never left her side and sat holding her best friend as she cried.

“Fawn, thank you so much for being here for me. You are the best friend I could ever have. I hope you know how much you mean to me?” Claire stated.

“Baby, I know you’d do the same for me. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere but here with you.” Fawn replied.

“I love you so much.” Claire confessed.

“I love you just as much.” Fawn said as she embraced her friend.

Claire looked up into Fawn’s eyes. Fawn smiled at her friend and tucked a few stray hairs behind her friends ear. Claire brought her lips to Fawn’s cheek and gave her a kiss. Claire then nuzzled her face to Fawn’s shoulder.

“You smell really good.” Claire commented to her friend.

“Thank you. You do too.” Fawn said.

The girls sat motionless for a moment, just holding one another.

“Thank you again.” Claire said, before lightly kissing Fawn’s neck. The kiss sending a shiver through Fawn’s body.

“You know I’d do anything for you.” Claire continued before placing another kiss next to her friends ear.

“I know you would, baby.” Fawn acknowledged. The kiss sending another jolt through her.

Fawn’s body reacted by gently pressing her cheek into Claire’s lips and gripping her friend tighter.

Fawn moved her head to look at Claire and placing a delicate kiss on her cheek. Claire returned the kiss and softly placed her lips next to Fawn’s. Fawn felt Claire’s hands slowly rubbing her back and her next kiss was directly on her lips. It was so soft and warm. It was so much different than a kiss from a boy. A soft whimper escaped from Fawn’s lips.

“Claire…” Fawn whispered.

“I love you, Fawn. I love you so much.” Claire whispered.

That night was the first night the two girls would make love to each other.

Its been two years since that night. The girls, now 21, are back at home for summer break from college. From that night forward, things were never the same between the two. Every night was spent making love to each other and falling asleep wrapped in the arms of their lover. The love they shared was incredible and never had anything felt so right. Their plan was to wait until graduation, and then they would announce their relationship to the pendik escort world. Neither girl had any interest in men, or so they thought, and that brings us back to where we started…

“Right there, baby…right…fuck! I’m going to cum!” Fawn cried.

Claire sucked Fawn’s excited little clit between her lips as her orgasm surged through her body. Claire greedily lapped at the juices that flowed from her girlfriends beautiful pussy.

“Mmmmm. You are so delicious, my love.” Claire stated.

“I hope that keeps you satisfied until I get back from work.” Claire said.

“Oh, I’ll be good. I just wish I could return the favor.” Fawn replied.

“I can’t wait!” Claire’s exclaimed. “Just make yourself at home until then. My dad won’t be back until this evening, so that will give us a few hours to play. Now, I’ve got to get ready. I don’t want to be late on my first day of my internship!” Claire explained.

“Ok. Better go, baby. It’s already 7:45!” Fawn said.

The girls kissed, and Fawn rolled over to sleep some more while Claire showered and left for her internship.

Fawn wasn’t sure what time it was when a sound woke her up.

“Yep, just got back home.” The voice instantly recognizable. It was Mark, Claire’s father. Either he was home much earlier than expected or Fawn had slept the entire day. She grabbed her phone and saw that it was 9:30 am. Shit! Good thing Claire had to leave early and they had had sex when they did or her Dad might have walked in on them! Fawn listened and it appeared he was talking on the phone.

“Let me get a quick shower and I’ll meet you there.” He said.

Fawn laid in Claire’s bed, listening to the conversation. She soon heard Mark’s foot steps on the stairs. Claire’s room was one of the first rooms at the top of the stairs, the door to the room was partially open, and Fawn was spread across the bed, naked as the day she was born. With no time to close the door, she quickly pulled the covers over her and pretended to be asleep.

She peeked out from under the blankets as Mark walked by. He didn’t bother to glance into his daughter’s room, so he wasn’t aware that there was anyone in the house.

Fawn soon heard him walking back down the hall and snuck another peek from under the blankets. Holy shit!

The bathroom door was across the hall from Claire’s room, but the way the doors were laid out, Fawn had a direct view into the bathroom. Mark walked into the bathroom completely naked. Fawn had always thought of him as being handsome, but she was seeing him as she’d never seen him before. Even though he was now 50, his hair now graying, he was still in tremendous shape. Six feet tall, a tan complexion, and very well defined muscles. Fawn was struck by his bare ass and powerful legs as he walked into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on and almost gasped.

Mark exited the bathroom and Fawn was presented with the first male member she had seen in quite a while. And what an impressive member it was. Even in his flaccid state, Mark was long and thick. His hair trimmed short above his cock and the rest shaved completely. He soon returned and stepped into the shower.

Fawn needed to decide what to do. Stay in bed or get dressed and go downstairs. Her stomach was growling, which didn’t help, but what would she tell Claire’s dad? As she laid in the bed, visions of Mark’s spectacular cock filled her head. Seriously though, it was her girlfriend’s dad! She needed to get that idea out of her head. With that, Fawn decided to get dressed and go downstairs. She’d just act like she was asleep and that the shower woke her up.

As Fawn prepared her breakfast, she heard Claire’s dad coming down the stairs.

“Mr. Hampton? Is that you? It’s Fawn. I’m in the kitchen.” Fawn announced as she poked her head around the corner. She watched as Mark descended the stairs, wearing only a pair of athletic shorts.

“Uh, Hi…Fawn. Where, um…were you here when I got home?” He asked.

“I woke up when I heard the shower running.” Fawn said.

“Oh! Oh? You were in Claire’s bed? He inquired.

“Yep. Is that ok?” Fawn asked.

Mark had now turned a shade of red as thought about how his daughter’s lifelong friend maltepe escort could have easily witnessed him naked.

“Yeah, Uh…yeah…that’s fine.” Mark stammered. “So, Uh, how are things?”

Fawn could sense the embarrassment and the awkwardness between them. As she stood looking at Mark, she couldn’t help but picture him naked. His thick cock hanging between his legs, swinging as he walked. As much as she loved and desired being with Claire, she was captivated by what she had seen. She could feel her pussy becoming wet at the thought. Unfortunately, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The only thing covering her body was an oversized t shirt.

“Things are…things are swell.” She replied.

“Good. Good to hear.” He said. “I assume your classes went well this semester?” He continued.

“Yep.” Fawn simply replied. “I Uh, I made some coffee…if you’d like some.”

“Perfect.” Mark stated

“Let me get it for you.” Fawn offered.

She turned and walked to the cupboard to retrieve a coffee mug. As she reached for the mug, she could feel her t shirt rise up in the back. The thought of Mark catching a glimpse of her bare ass excited her. Her nipples were poking through the thin material and her juices were definitely flowing.

As she delivered the coffee to Mark, he couldn’t help but noticed Fawn’s nipples poking out.

“I’m sorry, I should probably go put some clothes on.” He said as he wrestled with the impure thoughts of his daughter’s best friend.

“It’s ok. Don’t feel that you have to because of me.” Fawn replied. Looking down as she sipped her coffee.

“I probably should.” He said.

There was a long pause. Fawn set her coffee down but didn’t raise her eyes. “I saw you, Mr. Hampton.”

“Excuse me?” He questioned.

“Getting ready for your shower. I saw you. All of you.” Fawn confessed.

“Fuck. Fawn…I’m sorry…” He said as he began to stand.

Fawn quickly moved towards him. “Don’t be sorry. You had no idea. Besides…I really want to see it…again.”

Fawn brought her lips to Mark’s. She caressed his lips with hers as her hand rubbed his chest. “Please…Mr. Hampton…please?”

“Fawn…we cant. I’m old enough to be your father. Not to mention Claire…”

Before Mark could finish, Fawn stepped back and pulled her t shirt over her head. Her perfect, young body exposed to a man for the first time in years.

“Please…” Fawn slid a finger up her inner thigh to her dripping pussy and brought the finger to marks mouth. She spread her nectar across his lips before sliding it into his mouth. He sucked her finger clean.

Before Mark could object, Fawn began pulling his shorts away from his body. He raised up from the stool as she pulled his shorts down his legs and onto the floor. Fawn knelt in front of Mark and eased his legs apart. Before her was the most gorgeous cock she had ever seen. Thick and long with a slight upwards curve, a smooth, bulbous head and several veins. Her small hand wrapped around the ridged shaft as she slowly stroked her hand up and down.

“Mr. Hampton, I need you to fuck me.” Fawn pleaded.

“Fuck…Fawn…you know we shouldn’t.” Mark stated, feeling his willpower fading.

Fawn stroked harder and leaned in to lick a drop of precum from the head of his cock.

Mark gripped Fawn under her arms and threw her over his shoulder. Fawn squealed as she was whisked away. As Mark climbed the stairs towards his bedroom, Fawn draped over his shoulder, the scent of her aroused pussy teased his nose. Mark entered his bedroom and gently laid Fawn onto his bed. The sight of the young woman spread out naked on his bed caused his already hard cock to swell even more. Fawn locked eyes with him as she bit her lower lip, her hand slowly caressing her slick entrance and spreading her wetness around her hairless mound.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, Fawn.” Mark stated again.

“Please…please, Mr. Hampton. I need it so bad!” Fawn pleaded.

“Oh, I’m going to give it to you, but I can’t help but feel guilty.” He admitted.

“It’s been a long time. Since…since Jill was…its been a few years.” Mark confessed.

“I haven’t been with a boy…or man…for that kartal escort length of time either.” Fawn revealed.

Mark crawled onto the bed and Fawn rose to meet him, wrapping her arms around his muscular shoulders, pressing her full, perky tits into his chest as their lips met. These were not loving kisses, but rather lustful kisses that expressed the desire and urgency the two were sharing for each other. Mark reached around and grabbed ahold of one of Fawn’s firm, round ass cheeks, his other hand pressed to her back.

“Your ass is amazing.” Mark complimented. His words bringing a smile to her face.

Fawn pulled away and turned around to present her beautiful ass to him, giving it a shake while looking over her shoulder. She brought her ass back towards Mark’s erect cock, sliding it between the two fleshy globes. Mark reached around and cupped both of Fawn’s breasts. Fawn let Mark’s throbbing cock slide down and brush the entrance to her dripping wet pussy. She gyrated her hips and teased the head of his cock with her slippery folds.

“Please fuck me…” she begged.

Mark guided her to lay down on her back. Fawn spread her legs apart to allow him to climb between them. She felt the tip of his manhood press against her aching pussy. Mark slowly pushed forward as his thick cock parted her delicate lips and slowly enter her delightful channel. Fawn gasped as he slowly filled her, feeling as if there was no end to his length. Fuck, it had been so long since her little pussy had been stretched so well.

Soon he had buried himself completely inside of his younger lover. Her warm, saturated walls gripping his hard cock tightly. He began to slowly pull back, leaving just the swollen head between her lips before plunging back into the heavenly confines of Fawn’s tight little pussy.

“Fuck…fuck, Mr. Hampton, you’re so big! You feel so fucking good…” Fawn moaned.

“You have no idea how good you feel” Mark replied.

Mark spent several minutes slowly fucking Fawn. She would wrap her legs around him, spread her legs wide, run her hands all over his body, and sway her body as his cock slid effortlessly in and out of her. As good as the slow, sensuous sex was feeling, he could feel the beginnings of his eruption building. Mark began to quicken his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, and Fawn began moaning and whimpering louder.

“You can cum in my pussy.” Fawn whispered to her lover, squeezing her pussy around his thrusting cock.

“Turn around.” Mark commanded, pulling himself from Fawn, leaving her feeling empty.

Fawn quickly turned to face the headboard, her shapely ass in the air, her pouty, red pussy lips peeking out from under the curves. It was quite the sight to behold, and Mark took a moment to appreciate the beauty before aiming his cock head at the gap between those luscious lips. Both let out deep, satisfied moans as the thick member filled the empty void. Mark wasted no time in returning to thrusting into the cock starved young woman in front of him.

Mark’s thrusts were increasing in speed. Fawn had began by holding herself up, but soon she collapsed forward onto the pillows as Mark’s cock pounded into her. Fawn’s face was awash with pure pleasure as Mark fucked her with every ounce of energy he had. Fawn’s fingers found their way to her excited clit. She rubbed her tiny nub with vigor as Mark hammered away at her from behind.

“Oh, fuck…don’t…stop…cumming!” Fawn cried as her orgasm surged through her body. Wave after glorious wave of pleasure coursed through her body. A flood of her succulent nectar poured from her pussy as her walls pulsed rapidly, massaging and milking Mark’s mighty cock. The sensation was too much. With a deep, guttural groan, Mark buried himself as deep as he could into Fawn’s awaiting depths. His cock swelling in size as he let forth an enormous volume of his seed into her. Fawn felt every pulse of his cock as he shot load after load of hot, thick cum into her hungry little pussy. The sounds that filled the room were primal. Soon both collapsed onto the bed, chests heaving as they sought to regain their breath.

“You…don’t know…how…bad…I needed…that” Fawn uttered between breaths.

“Actually…I might…” Mark replied.

Mark leaned over and peppered Fawn’s back with kisses, his hands gently roaming over her curves.

“I wish Claire could fill me up like that.” The words slipping from her mouth. She could feel Mark’s body become tense.

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