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Chapter 7: Travels with Aunt Bea

– Jeremy’s Exciting Discovery

Jeremy was getting more and more frustrated. He was no longer the naïve newbie of a few months ago who was content with sniffing and sucking his mom’s undies; or collecting strands of her pubic hair; or spying on her when she was in the bath. He needed to have his mother suck him off at least three to four times a day in addition to playing mutual masturbation games whenever the opportunity presented itself. He was getting dangerously reckless as he put his hands up his mother’s skirt or fondled her breasts through her dress whenever he thought his dad was not looking.

Mother and son’s daily baths had turned into sexual marathons that lasted hours with Jeremy pleasuring Jane with the hand shower and his mouth; this was usually followed by golden shower sessions where she reclined in the bath-tub as he straddled her and pissed all over her. They would then change places and the depraved mother would kneel over her son’s eager face, positioning her open cunt strategically so that her sprays of yellow piss poured into his open mouth, and overflowed onto his face and chest.

Jane realized that her son’s sexual needs were growing fast and were now starting to rival her own insatiable desires. Mother and son’s incest spree was rapidly spiraling out of control – but both were so caught up in the forbidden pleasure that neither wanted to apply any brakes. Jane knew that she would have to allow her son to fuck her very soon or else he would forcibly violate her. Not that that was an unappealing thought, she smiled.

A few nights earlier, Jeremy was feeling particularly horny because his parents had retired early to bed, most probably to sleep, because no ‘fuck-watch’ was planned for him.

Late into the night, the boy was surfing his favorite MILF and incest sites when he came across the web page of a woman called ‘baby-bitch’. Listed among her fetishes were anal sex and ‘family love’. There were pictures of her doing threesomes with a fat prick in her clean shaved pussy and another one up her ass; she was also pictured in doggy style poses as well as riding her lover as he drilled up her ass-hole. The faces were blurred but ‘baby-bitch’ was a honey blonde with a slim, athletic body and perky, pink puffy-nippled breasts. Her lover in most of the pictures was a tanned and flabby bodied man with a receding hairline – he appeared to be in his 60’s or older. Jeremy had a nagging feeling that there was something very familiar about him.

Then he noticed the white hair which was pulled back into a pony-tail – and he knew!

It was Grandpa Harry. And ‘baby-bitch’ had to be Aunt Bea – his mom and everyone in the family called her ‘Baby Bea’.

Jeremy’s heart was pounding at the discovery. ‘Baby-bitch’ wrote in her blog about acts of incest in which she had engaged with her father, mother, sister and other members of the family. And in the section on ‘Sex I am MOST Looking Forward to’ she wrote: ‘Fucking my virgin nephew’.

The boy could hardly contain his excitement. He had to talk to someone about this and he knew just who that someone was.

He pulled down his shorts to free his massive erection and massaged the leaking pre-cum into the shiny purple cock head as he padded towards his bed-side phone and dialed Aunt Bea’s number.

In the meanwhile, Jeremy’s mother was sitting up in bed with a European porn magazine called ‘Family Love’ featuring pictures and stories of true life incest groups. There was a very hot piece on how one mother’s family – husband, son and daughter – had turned her into a sex slave to serve their every need.

Jane’s other hand was playing with her pussy which was wet with excitement. Her fingers strummed an urgent rhythm on the dripping labia. The ‘Grizz’ was snoring loudly as the phone started tinkling with the sound of someone dialing on the extension. The masturbating woman was startled – wondering who Jeremy was calling so late at night.

She quietly picked up the phone to eavesdrop.

“Hello, Aunt Bea, this is Jeremy.”

Bea was watching a porn movie and was about to insert a massive black dildo into her eager cunt.

“Hi, Jeremy, I hope everything is all right at home – how come you’re calling me so late at night?”

“Sorry, Aunt Bea. Everything’s fine – but I just had to talk to you …”

Bea could sense her nephew’s agitation.

“Is there something you want to tell your aunt, Jer?”

“Errr… yes, Aunt Bea, but I am a little ashamed … promise you won’t get mad at me?”

Jane was intrigued – wondering what it was that her son would rather confide in his aunt than his mother.

“Well, Aunt Bea, I was having trouble sleeping tonight so I was surfing the net and I visited those sites… you know …”

“Hmm, I understand … the sex sites. You are a normal, growing young man, so it is natural that you will want to explore. And now, with your mom giving you personal sex education, you will want to know more and more about ümraniye escort bayan sexual pleasures. Even your mom and I enjoy some of the porn sites. Which ones did you visit? I can give you a list of some of the really hot sites.”

“Wow, Aunt Bea – that would be great! I love visiting the MILF and incest sites and what I saw today knocked my socks off and gave me such a hard-on that I am still erect.”

Bea had an inkling of what was coming next.

“Tell me, Jeremy, why do you visit MILF sites? They have older women there – do you prefer older women?”

“Actually, I do. The women there remind me of the two people I would love to fuck the most – Mom and you!”

Jane’s heart overflowed with love for her son. Her hungry cunt ached even more for his virgin cock.

Jeremy continued, “And today, I visited the web-site of this woman called ‘baby-bitch’.”

There it was. A strange mix of emotions like relief and longing overtook Bea as she knew that her nephew had recognized her pictures, “And…?”

“I know you are ‘baby-bitch’ aren’t you, Aunt Bea, and that was Grandpa Harry fucking you in the ass?”

“Yes, Jer. That was Gramps ass-fucking me. Grannie Kate and your mom are also in some of the pictures sucking my cunt and dildo fucking me. Did you like our pictures, Jeremy?”

“I loved them, Aunt Bea. So, is it true that you most look forward to fucking me?”

“Yes, honey, I do.”

“Aunt Bea, when can I fuck you? I am going crazy with all this hot juice building up inside my balls.”

“Baby, we will fuck – and very soon. If I had my way, we would be doing it non-stop now and they would have to get the fire engines to hose us down to pull us apart. But, your mom has to have you first, you know that! Tell me, honey, who would you rather fuck – me or your mom?”

Bea was slyly testing her nephew. Jane could not stop herself from gasping at her sister’s shameless ploy.

Bea was startled to hear the sound; she immediately knew that her sister was listening to her conversation with Jeremy.

Jane’s fingers stopped masturbating as she froze momentarily– waiting with bated breath for her son’s reply.

Jeremy retorted, “That’s a no-brainer, Aunt Bea, there’s no one hotter than Mom. You are close, Aunt Bea, but no one turns me on quite like Mom. Her boobs, her ass, her hairy cunny and even her hairy armpits – I am so erect now just thinking of her offering her sexy ass-hole to my cock. I hope you don’t mind being second choice, Aunt Bea.”

Jane smiled and her fingers resumed plunging themselves into her cunt with greater vigor. She said a silent prayer for her son, “Bless you, my dear boy. Mommy will always keep you happy!”

“I don’t mind at all, sweetie. What are you doing about your erection?” Bea retorted.

“My balls are really hurting. I am stroking my cock with the oils Mom gave me and thinking of your suckable breasts and sweet, smooth pussy. I wish you were between my legs right now, gobbling my dick with your soft lips.”

“Honey, why don’t you ask your mom to suck you off – she is listening to our conversation right now. Jane, be a good mother and relieve your son’s hard-on right this minute.”

The eavesdropping mother’s face turned red at being discovered and she whispered something like “just hold on” as she quickly put on a nightie, glanced at her sleeping husband then quietly made her way towards her son’s bedroom.

“Jeremy, sis is coming to help you, OK? Put the phone on speaker so we can still communicate as you two get busy.”

“Aunt Bea, can you tell me what you are wearing?”

“Nothing, hun, I’m just wearing my skin – naked as a jaybird. I like to sleep in the nude – it’s sexier and also easier for playing. And, you know something, baby boy? Our chat has made Aunt Bea very, very horny too – I am playing with my hot, wet cunt right now. Can you hear me finger-fucking my wet hole?”

Jeremy could hear the squishy sounds of his aunt masturbating herself.

“Aunt Bea, how many fingers do you have in your cunt?”

“One …the middle finger … the longest!” Bea giggled.

“Baby-bitch, I want you to fuck your cunny with two fingers.”

“Hmmm … OK… hold on… ahhhh… two fingers in now. Any other requests, smart-ass?”

The door opened and his mother rushed in. Her transparent white nightie, which ended just above her full hips, showed off her dark bushy, triangle. The neck was unbuttoned down the front to display her swaying boobs with the dark areolas prominently poking out the front.

“Oh, sweetie, Mommy is here for you. Come, let Mommy suck Baby’s cock and relieve the pressure.”

The loving mother dropped down on her haunches between her son’s legs and applied her lips to his tumescent organ.

“Here, Mommy, suck your Baby’s boy cock.”

Jeremy removed his hands from his penis and pulled his mother’s head into his groin.

Every time Jane took her son’s penis into her mouth, it was like the first time – rolling the meaty flesh kartal escort on her tongue, savoring the salty taste of his boy juices, gently grazing the veined, muscular stalk with her teeth and reveling in the pleasure she was giving him.

Whenever the lusty mother performed oral sex on her son, she did it with a sense of religious duty, passionate love and overwhelming pride at birthing such a perfect instrument of pleasure. Her flicking tongue lapped up the oozing pre-cum and then proceeded to lave the sensitive underside with rapid up and down strokes.

Her flushed pink cheeks hollowed as she sucked the upper stem, her hands skillfully working the lower half which was slippery with her spit. Her fingers tickled his scrotum, cupping the balls and gently squeezing them.

Jeremy loved the way his mother sucked his cock. She always started with small nibbles of the cock-head followed by tongue-washing of the entire length of his tool. She would then take more and more of his length into her mouth, swallowing and deep-throating until the entire 12 inches were inside her. He could feel his thickness rubbing against the walls of her throat suffocating her – and yet the passionate mother would not stop pleasuring her son.

Her hands were as adroit as her mouth in exciting him; her fingers skimmed over his balls, scraped the sensitive underside of his scrotum and probed his tight, virgin ass-hole.

“Ohhh… Aunt Bea … Slut Mom here is indulging in her favorite pastime – sucking her son’s fat virgin dick..mmmm… its sheer heaven!”

“Mmmm… Jeremy it sounds lovely… can you log onto your computer and get on the web-cam so that we can all get in on the action?”

“Good idea, Baby-bitch…” the boy laughed and reached across to switch on his computer.

Mother and son both enjoyed the thrill of their sister/aunt watching them so much that they put on an exceptional performance.

Jeremy’s head was thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut with pleasure as he lifted his hips back and forth off the bed fucking his mother’s hungry mouth with fevered passion.

“Ahhh…yes…take my mother-fucking cock, you cock sucking slut mother of mine … …harder, Mom, harder… you know you like it all the way down your throat… swallow your son’s dick….yes… yes!”

Bea had also turned on her own web-cam so that Jane and Jeremy could see her masturbating. The lithe girl was now standing up on her chair in a half crouching position as she fucked her cunt with an ugly black dildo which looked very much like Jane’s Black Beauty.

“Ahhh…Jer-honey, I love the way you are drilling slut-sis’s mouth … stuff it into her harder … the greedy bitch loves taking the whole dick, specially her son’s…ahhhh…

You know something, Jer? This mother-fucking dildo is called Black Bastard. It is the twin of Black Beauty – your mom and I had bought them together. And it sure does a great job! Even though, I would rather have my nephew’s prick in me.”

“Yayyy… way to go Baby-bitch, … let the mother-fucking Black Bastard rip your cunt apart as I rape Mommy’s deep throat with my slut mother-fucking dick …. ahhhh…eat it up, Mom!”

The lascivious mother felt full as she gazed at her son’s expression of joy. She also looked into her sister’s eyes, moaning as she took in larger gulps of her son’s monster prick. She had withdrawn it briefly to catch her breath but it was now almost fully down her throat again. Her insatiable craving for her son’s amazing tool pushed her on – she had to have more.

As Jeremy’s climax approached, he felt his mother withdrawing his prick from her oral cavity. Her mouth had barely managed to gulp a few breaths of air, when the lust-obsessed boy roughly shoved his throbbing dick deep inside again – fucking his mother’s mouth relentlessly, imagining that he was plundering her cunt.

The indulgent mother let her teeth graze the veined flesh of her son’s formidable instrument and her throat tightly constricted, caressing its length.

“Slut Mom, suck your mother-fucking son’s cock harder … you know you love my taste … harder! Bitch! And show me your titties, you know your son wants to see you naked all the time.”

Jeremy reached down and ripped open the front of his mother’s flimsy garment. Her large breasts tumbled out in all their ripe glory. The boy grasped the stiff brown nipples between thumb and forefinger in a painful pincer grip – first the nearer breast and then the farther one.

“Yes, Jer. Pinch my slut sis’s nipples and fuck her cum-sucking mouth harder. That’s how she likes it – hard and rough!” Bea encouraged her nephew, her breathing labored as her own climax approached.

Suddenly, the panting boy groaned loudly. “Mom, Mom-meee …. I’m cumming… cock-sucking Mom … drink my juice … swallow your son’s hot seed!”

“Jer… Jer… baby … give her a facial … that’s what she loves the most … now…. ohhhhh …. honey-buns, here cums your baby-bitch… oh my god!”

Bea kartal escort bayan collapsed onto her chair but plunged the dildo deep into her cunt and kept twisting it inside her as she rocked with the waves of pleasure.

Mother and son acted in unison to Bea’s advice as they withdrew the erupting cock and sprayed ropes of white cum all over Jane’s sweaty and excited face. She tried to catch most of it on her tongue but the hot splatters deluged her eyes, cheeks and dripped down to her neck and breasts.

“Yes, sweet Baby … cum for Mommy … give your slutty mother all your hot, virgin seed … mmmm…”

The persistent mother kept squeezing her son’s dripping penis very much like she was trying to squeeze out the last gob of toothpaste; licking off the final dribs and drabs of the boy’s sweet elixir.

Jeremy noted with delight as his mother, by force of habit, scooped up the extra cum on her face with her fingers and swallowed it, massaging the remaining juice into the glowing skin of her cheeks and breasts.

Once he had caught his caught his breath, the boy was eager to finish his labor of love as he pushed his mother on her back and buried his face between her legs. He pleasured her with his mouth and hands – licking and sucking her dripping snatch noisily and greedily until she erupted.

Jane looked down at the tousled head of hair bobbing between her legs – sometimes presenting a funny sight as the boy appeared to have grown a curly black mustache thanks to her tangled thatch of pubic hair.

Was it humanly possible to feel so much love and desire for someone? Jane had never felt this way about anyone before, not even her husband. This state of giving and selflessness that pervaded her being – and this was what separated human beings from the lower order of God’s creations?

If that was so, how could something so beautiful, be so wrong?

The blissful mother asked herself soul-searching questions as she lay in a haze of rapture while her son nibbled on her swollen clitoris and fingered her ass-hole.

Shuddering with release, Jane whimpered and tightly wrapped her slippery thighs around her son’s ears that rang with his mother’s and aunt’s screams of ecstasy deep into the sweet but forbidden, incest-drenched night.

So uplifting and intoxicating were the pleasures that the sensuous trio knew that they had to do it again and again and again until the warmth of the golden dawn washed over their tired, sweat-slicked bodies.

-Bea Cums on the Bus

If there was something that Bea hated more than hitching a ride, it was flying. So whenever she visited Jane, she preferred to travel by Greyhound rather than fly or drive herself because it was Bea’s belief that you met the most interesting people on a bus.

Honey blonde hair tied back and wearing a beige halter top over a very, very short, fitted olive colored skirt, Bea presented an attractive sight. As usual, she wore no bras so the points of her nipples poked up against the light fabric of her shirt.

Traveling with her was a boys’ football team who were fighting amongst themselves as to who should sit opposite the hot blonde in the short skirt.

Bea laughed at the attention she was getting and delighted in giving the kids a generous up-skirt display throughout the journey.

At their initial rest-stop, Bea was the first one off the bus and headed for the ladies’ restroom. As she entered, she could hear rapid foot-steps behind her and turned around to see that the boys had followed her in and locked the door behind them.

Like a caged animal, Bea began pacing the room as the kids formed a circle around her – all ten of them. Tall and gangly, heavy and short, dark and fair, they were a motley group in their red and white jerseys with the Brampton Bulls motif.

“Boys, don’t you know you’re in the wrong place – this is the Ladies’ Room?” she asked, with a sarcastic smile.

“We know, and we think you’re in the wrong room too, coz you’re no lady. You’re a slut flashing your titties and nekkid pussy. My buddies and I want to have taste of your goodies!” Tall and gangly, obviously their leader, was doing the talking.

Bea was delighted – gang bang! This was not going to be a wasted trip after all.

The boys were smiling and stroking their bulging trouser fronts.

“OK – if you guys want a real good time, we have to play this game my way. Is that a deal?”

“Sure, baby, anything you say,” it was the dark one now – his prick was rudely pointing at the hot blonde.

“Fellas, pull your pants down and begin stroking the cock of the guy on your right. I want to test your staying power – the last one to cum gets to fuck me first; followed by the second last cummer and so on. I trust each one of you will remember his own ranking.”

Soon, the football team was showing off their balls as they pumped each other’s pricks.

To move things along, Bea had shed her clothes and was squatting naked in the center of the shaggers’ circle as she assisted them by lubricating their cocks with her pussy juice and spit. She would lick the head of each erect cock and give a few quick sucks to help them along. As she sucked each stiff prick, the boy would pinch and pull her pointy nipples while masturbating his partner.

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Chapter 2 – Kyle

Kyle watched as his best friend Josh drove off. He really liked Josh and his mother, as his own mother Heather, did. Kyle’s mother stood next to her big son, or ‘big man’ as she loved to call him – and he loved it too. He loved the way he was so much bigger then his mother; he felt like her protector and he always believed that while he was around, no one could hurt her. His mother Heather, for her part loved how it felt to have such a big, strong son who was totally devoted to her. Heather knew that Kyle’s love for her was unquestionable. As usual she had her arm linked in his and wondered at his expression as he watched his friend drive away. She wondered if he was sad because Josh was more like a brother to him, even if they were an odd pairing and they were going their separate ways home. But no… something told Heather it was more than that this time, there was something else going on in her son’s mind, and she wondered what. However, Heather had learnt from when Kyle was a small child, that she only had to wait and Kyle would tell her everything; so long ago she thought and tightened her arm in his as she snuggled into his powerful arm,. She knew there was no point in trying to get it out of him before he was ready, so she would wait. Now Kyle began to walk them to their car, and he tilted his head quite a way to rest on the top of hers as they walked. Heather loved it when her ‘big man’ did this.

Kyle had been thinking how hard the task before his best friend Josh, would be. He knew that within 1 hour of arriving home, his task would be complete; but poor Josh was so small and skinny and with such a small dick. Not much to offer his mother, thought Kyle. On the other hand Kyle knew that all it would take would be for himself to tell his mother his desire for her, and she would more than willingly submit. In fact Kyle was sure his mother would be a very enthusiastic partner. How did Kyle know this? That was easy.

He ran through the ‘hows’ one more time in his mind as his mother drove out of the camp car park. In fact as she did, one of the ‘hows’ was evident; she had her left hand resting on her son’s thigh. She had been doing this for as long as Kyle could remember, and it was resting very high up his thigh too – within an inch of his monster. Like the rest of him, Kyle’s dick was big. It must have been 8 inches when fully erect. He knew that some people boast of 10, 11 even 12 inches, but he also knew most of those claims were bullshit. Even the legendary John Holmes wasn’t as big as some men claim they are, and John Holmes couldn’t even obtain completely hard erection – Kyle had seen some of his movies. Jeremy could do anything; even get porno movies for The Clan to watch. Kyle, like the others, had learnt so much from them. He smiled to himself at the semi hard John Holmes, because that was all Holmes’ body was capable of – maybe he would collapse if he had a real hard erection, Kyle thought to himself and smiled again.

What else did Kyle know to make him think his mother would easily be his lover? Well, she loved to have him in her bed and found all sorts of excuses, such as fear of thunder storms, very cold nights that weren’t that cold, a bit of a scare at work or when driving home or anything else she could think of. Then there was there was way she insisted they sit together on the couch as they watched TV. Kyle had to sit in the corner of the couch with his right leg out straight down the length of the couch along the back, and his left foot on the floor. This opened his legs enough for his mother to snuggle into her son’s big, hard body between his legs. Heather would sit with her knees drawn up, no matter how short her dress, skirt or nighty was, and as her head rested on his big chest she would have her arms wrapped around her knees. Heather would always insist that Kyle cup the top of the back of her right thigh with his right hand – placing it inches from her panties, and his left arm she wanted across her chest above her breasts. Both mother and son were completely comfortable with this, as Kyle had been sitting with Heather like this for some years.

And if that wasn’t enough to convince Kyle his mother would jump at his proposal he was going to spring on her once they were home, then there was one final piece of Heather’s actions that alone would have convinced him of her enthusiastic compliance. Heather loved to touch her son. She was forever hugging him, kissing him, holding his hand or linking her arm in his. She would caress him absent mindedly, and not just the shoulders like some mothers, oh no. At home, behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, Heather would run her hands over his chest, tummy, butt, everywhere but his dick. In fact Kyle knew that once, his mother got herself so aroused by caressing of her son, she had to leave the room, quite flushed and a little breathless after a series of ‘ooos’ and ‘ahhs’ as her hands ran over his hard body. Kyle had quietly followed bahis firmaları her to her bedroom, where he heard her moan to a buzzing noise. As he put all this together, for the thousandth time in his mind as they drove home, Kyle was convinced once again.

About half an hour from home, Kyle decided to put to the test his conclusion about his mother. Odd thing was that as Jeremy had laid out the research finding of that doctor, Kyle thought to himself, ‘that’s us’. This was exactly how his mother acted toward him. Heather could have been one of those mothers interviewed, except she live in Australia and not the USA. But as Jeremy had spoken about what to look out for, Kyle ticked each box for his mother. So he steeled himself and made his move. It was deliberate and controlled.

Kyle placed his hand on his mother’s knee, and she made a little gasp and smiled, but kept her eyes on the road ahead. Kyle slowly, but firmly slid his hand up her thigh to her short dress; Heather always wore skirts and dresses, she thought it was more feminine – and Kyle loved her in them, she had such fantastic legs… beautiful. Her intake of breath was slow and soft as he did, without a word of protest or look of rebuke, but her smile widened. Then she shot her big man a quick look, and he needed no more convincing in his mind. Kyle slid his hand under his mother’s dress to rest within an inch from her panties. As they drove the rest of the way home, mother and son caressed and rubbed each others’ upper thigh.

When Heather drove into the driveway, they took their hands away in unison, both aware someone might be watching. Then like a mother and son, Heather went to open the front door as Kyle retrieve his bags, and then stood behind her like a looming colossus – which Heather always loved. As they walked through the front door, Heather let her big man pass her and Kyle put his bags into his room. When he walked into the lounge room the TV was already on, and his mother stood in the middle of the room facing the door he had just walked through. Her head was tilted a little toward the floor, her feet were apart with her weight on her front foot and her back foot had its heal off the floor. She reminded Kyle of someone about to start a running race.

There was a look in her eye that Kyle had never seen before, but it had an immediate affect on him and his dick – which hardened into concrete. Heather nodded to the couch, and Kyle smiled as he took up his usual position. Like a flash, Heather sunk onto the couch and into her son, knees drawn up and her arms around them. Kyle’s arms found their usual place, as Heather snuggled into her son. Now was the acid test for not only Jeremy’s theory, by Kyle’s as well, he told himself as he was about to make his move; whatever mother wanted, even if it meant she didn’t want her son as her lover, Kyle would honour her feelings. Kyle did not wait long, and his right hand began to caress the back of his mother’s upper thigh. As usual Heather was wearing a short skirt that had fallen down to her hips, with her knees drawn up. Heather snuggled a little deeper into her son’s body, and Kyle took that as her ok to his caresses. He lightly brushed his finger tips up and down Heather’s thigh.

Now he knew he had to progress, and decided on a two fold move, using both hands. One would caress her breasts through her clothing, and the other hand would move to his mother’s panties. Kyle took a deep breath and then felt his mother do the same, and he realized she was waiting for him to act, to move forward, to cross that boundary of one of the greatest taboos. Without flinching Kyle’s right hand moved slowly up his mother’s thigh, and then he felt her panties. His hand stopped and felt the material, and as it did so Heather gave a little gasp.

Kyle’s fingers felt soft, thin satin, or so it seemed; and he slipped 2 fingers into her panties and felt her wetness, and Heather made no move to stop him. Now his left hand moved across and down his mother’s chest, and then over her breasts drawing another quiet gasp from Heather. There was no stopping Kyle now, and he could feel his monster stir, and apparently so did Heather and she pushed back on it a little. Kyle’s right hand now left its tentative exploration and moved inward, and on to its goal, his mother’s panty clad pussy. As his fingers touched Heather’s pussy, even though she knew what was coming, she couldn’t help but jump ever so slightly. The initial touch by Kyle and his mother’s little jump, made him pull his hand back – but only for a split second as his finger tips told his brain what they had felt. They said his mother’s pussy was soft, pliant and most of all smooth. Kyle’s hand returned and his mother sighed, a mixture of arousal and relief as her ‘big man’ had not been scared off.

His fingers told him the same story, and the monster stirred again as the message of the fingers was relayed to it. Heather began to feel the size of her son and smiled with kaçak iddaa joy to herself. Kyle now moved his fingers up and down his mother’s pussy, and an idea of its shape and size came to his mind. His left hand, although caressing his mother’s breasts, he could feel little by her layers of clothing, especially her bra. Without hesitation Heather moved her hands to her chest and Kyle waited to see what she was going to do – remove his hand, no, she began to undo her blouse. Kyle’s right hand kneaded his mother’s pussy with some real pressure for the first time, and Heather couldn’t help but pause at the second last button and moan loudly. The last button undone, she pulled her bra up releasing her two small breasts for her son to caress – properly. He needed no further encouragement and Kyle’s left hand went from one breast to the other, kneading like the enthusiastic teenager he was, and his right hand now wanted to feel bare flesh too. His fingers pushed their way under the crotch of his mother’s panties, and oh the feeling his fingers were telling his brain and his monster. Kyle’s dick sprung to full life and size, delighting his mother all the more.

Heather was in heaven as she lay in her son’s arms and his hands caressed her most intimate places. She couldn’t remember the last time someone caressed her tits and pussy, and her son wasn’t too bad, a little urgent, but not too bad. Kyle’s fingers confirmed his mother had a shaven pussy, and now his monster wanted some action of its own; why should the fingers have all the fun. Kyle shifted, trying to ease his monster into a more comfortable position, and his monster told him it would only be comfortable inside the pussy his fingers now kneaded. His left hand roughly squeezed the soft flesh of his mother’s breasts, and although it was a little too rough for Heather’s liking she still felt the arousal it brought.

It was her Kyle, her big man, her son, and there was no hint of concern about incest in her mind at all, this was her big man and he loved her. That’s all she had to know, Kyle loved her and was showing her in a way she had wanted for years. Heather began to spread her knees to allow Kyle’s fingers access to her love tunnel between her pussy lips. And that’s just what Kyle’s fingers did, two of them slipped straight into her very wet and waiting pussy. Past her swollen lips, and into her warm and flooded love tunnel. Now his monster became insistent on who should be in Heather’s pussy, and it pushed its claim until Kyle couldn’t think of anything else.

Kyle whispered into his mother’s ear,

“Mother, I want you as my lover, as my woman. Not just once or for a time, but forever.” He said it with conviction and love.

“Oh Kyle, my big man, you don’t know how happy that makes me feel. I’ve wanted you for so long, but was afraid to say anything because I didn’t want you to think I was a deviate,” she turned and sobbed into her son’s chest as he stroked her hair and softly ‘shhed’ her. Kyle withdrew his right hand from his mother’s pussy and caressed her butt through her panties, but his left held Heather’s right breast.

“Mother we’re deviates, but we will be deviates together. Does this mean you want me, your son as your lover?”

“Oh yes Kyle, yes with all my heart,” she continued to sob into her son.

“Well I hope there will be other parts of you, because I want more than your heart.” Heather giggled and turned to face her son. Kyle moved his face toward hers and mother and son kissed for the first time like lovers, as his right hand moved back to his mother’s panties. His fingers felt that her soft satin panties were soaked now. As if by some unheard signal, as soon as his fingers touched her pussy through her panties again, mother and son sprang off the couch and raced to her bedroom.

Heather merely reached under her dress and whipped her little panties off, as Kyle undid his jeans and in one motion pulled off his jeans and boxers. The monster, freed from its prison, shot up in all its arrogance. Heather flung herself on her bed and spread herself wide for her son. Holding his monster in one hand and supporting himself with the other Kyle lowered himself toward his mother’s body. Heather could see Kyle’s dick was big and she readied herself for him by opening her little shaved pussy lips. Kyle saw his mother’s pussy was smaller than his fingers had told him with little pussy lips and a tiny tuft of pubic hair on the very top of her pubic mound, and he wondered if he would fit, but fit her did. As he guided his monster toward the entrance to her love tunnel, Heather whispered encouragement to him, as she had longed for this moment.

“That’s it push him in, don’t worry my lovely big man, your big man will fit.”

The head of his dick slowly pushed into his mother’s entrance which was so wet, and it glided in easily.

“Uh, uuuuuh, oh yeah, oh yeah. My beautiful Kyle, that’s it feed me your big man, oh I love it, I love it. Oooo, ooo,” kaçak bahis Heather purred and her eyes rolled back as her eye lids began to close. He gently continued to push inch by inch into his mother, who by now no longer held her pussy lips open, but tilted her head back and let out a long slow sigh type moan as her son filled her. The air seemed to be escaping from his mother, as she let out her breath slowly while Kyle filled her pussy with his monster.

Kyle was amazed as his dick finally hit the depth of his mother with virtually nothing of his length left over. Mother and son then stared into each others eyes as he began to slowly pump his dick back and forth in her love tunnel. It began slow, but Kyle quickly increased the pace as his monster urged him to go faster. For both Heather and Kyle this was absolute heaven. Neither spoke now, as if the moment was too sacred, and Kyle pumped for about two minutes, when his mother exploded into a loud, thrashing orgasm which sent Kyle over the edge and he pumped his seed into him mother. Then he realized.

“Oh sorry mother,” he tried to apologize as his climax shook him to his every depths.

“I should have pulled out, I’m so sorry.” Heather grabbed his face with both hands with the strength that comes from a great orgasm.

“Don’t you ever, ever pull out of me, you hear me, never,” she told him ferociously. Although his monster was becoming soft inside his mother’s welcoming love tunnel, hearing those words from her, spoken in that way brought new life to the monster and it raged into full erection almost instantly.

“Oh fuck,” was all Kyle could say, and as Heather felt the monster rise to its fullness again, she smiled lovingly at her son. Kyle began to slow pump his mother again, and he could see the absolute delight in her eyes as he did. Heather knew her big man would last much longer now, and with the monster she was in for one hell of ride. Kyle too knew he would last and the monster was not wanting him to hurry, so they both decided to take their time on Heather. She propped herself up a little to watch her son’s monster slid in and out of her, but her view was somewhat obscured because of her little tuff of pubic hair. ‘I’ll get rid of that’, she told herself. Yet, Heather could still see the monster slowly push in and then slowly pull back – but not all the way out. This felt and looked so nice, but then Kyle changed his movement.

Now he pulled the head of his monster to the very entrance of his mother’s love tunnel, so the widest part of the head pushed in and out quickly at the very entrance, and this pushed Heather to a greater level of arousal. Her whole body began to react, and she started to buck her hips. To prevent his monster being pulled out by his mother’s movements, Kyle pushed one side of his hips down on hers.

“Keep still mum, this feels too good for both of us for you to bugger it up.”

Heather couldn’t help but giggle, and then suddenly let out a long loud moan and tilted her head back as she submitted to this wonderful, wonderful feeling. And it was her son, her big man, her lover. Her lover! Even that aroused her yet higher still. Kyle looked from his mother’s face to his monster fucking his mother’s beautiful pussy. He marvelled at the beauty of his monster quickly thrusting into his mother’s pussy, as a mixture of her cum and his cum was being forced out between her pussy lips. As he watched and listened to his mother’s noises that expressed her coming orgasm grow louder, more intense and more like an animal then his gorgeous mother, he could see her clit peek out every time his monster thrust into her pussy.

Mother and son had been together like this for about five minutes now, and Kyle felt he could go forever. He could see his mother was sweating now, and realized he was too. He saw movement and looked up, Heather was bringing her hands to her breasts and she began to pinch and pull her own nipple. She needed just that little more to push her over the top of her orgasm, and her nipples didn’t let her down. Kyle was greatly aroused watching his mother play with her nipples. Now he could feel his own climax building to its inevitable conclusion, and he suddenly thrust the monster deep into his mother.

“AHHHH, YES, FUCK ME YOU BEAUTIFUL MAN, FUCK ME, FUCK ME,” his mother screamed and that was enough for Kyle and he felt his orgasm begin to rock him to his core, and Heather hit the top of hers and hung there in ecstasy and agony, wanting it never to finish and wanting it to end immediately. As she hung there she arched her back, and had a vague sense that her Kyle was climaxing in her, his cum was shooting in her and that pushed her over the top and her orgasm ended. Not all of a sudden, but slowly as her body convulsed every few seconds. As his convulsions began to subside, Kyle came down to earth. Then he collapsed into her arms, and she loved the weight of her son’s body; still when he quickly rolled off her it was much to her relief. ‘I wonder how poor old Josh is getting on’, Kyle though as he slowly regained his senses.

“And to think I haven’t even touched your clit and G spot yet,” Kyle said with a little laugh.

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(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author’s consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. This series of stories feature some light sci-fi elements, but for the most part, they are in the background. If stuff like that isn’t your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn’t bother reading it. This chapter and the last are essentially one story split into two parts, so keep that in mind when reading. And finally, I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

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“Life is full of choices. Each choice can decide the rest of your life. Life can go in infinite directions. Different permutations, different outcomes. You can literally end up anywhere in life… with anyone. But I honestly feel, from the bottom of my heart, that in each and every one of these different outcomes, different destinies, I would have ended up with you.”

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(Timeline F: Helena Cline Conquers Time)

“Well, how about I help you two get up to your room, and I’ll sing you another song… in private.” Jocelyn offered.

“Oh, uh, it’s okay.” Derek replied.

“Well, I am her mother, and I insist on helping out.” Jocelyn said firmly, aggressively moving toward them to take Heather’s arm over her shoulder.

“No, uh, Jocelyn, I’ve got it really.” Derek said, smiling nicely.

“Derek, I know you’re a nice young man, but it is my responsibility as her mother to take over for her since she showed such little restraint and got herself trashed. So budge over, let me help, let me take over.” Jocelyn said.

Derek felt strange defying Jocelyn. He didn’t want their relationship to begin with her being pissed at him, and she looked like the type not to be defied. But Derek was Heather’s husband. She was his responsibility, now. She wasn’t Jocelyn’s to mother anymore. Except… Derek didn’t want to anger Jocelyn.

What would he do?

“No, it’s okay Jocelyn. I’ve got it.” Derek insisted. For a second, Derek saw a look of pure fury on her face. This look startled him for a second. But then her look softened and she smiled.

“Of course.” Jocelyn said, allowing Derek to get by. She stared daggers into the young man. He would pay for that.

Derek moved onward, nearing the exit, only to run into one more Cline woman. Helena.

“I’m sorry for my girls. All of them. I’m sorry Heather got drunk. And I’m sorry about Jocelyn and Jackie. I can’t believe Jocelyn found an excuse to sing again. She always does that. Both of them can be a bit… forceful.” Helena said, rolling her eyes in annoyance at the other Cline women.

“Oh. It’s okay.” Derek said, laughing a bit, relieved to have someone that understood what he was going through.

“Now, I know you’re being nice and a good husband, but if you do need some help with her, I would be happy to do so.” Helena said.

Helena had been extremely helpful, so Derek would feel really bad if he turned her down. But he had to show her he could be a better husband and shoulder the responsibility for Heather. Then again, could he turn down someone who had been so helpful?

“Uh, okay. Sure.” Derek stammered with a smile.

“Very good.” Jocelyn replied with a smile. She approached the happy couple and took her granddaughter’s other arm and put it around her shoulder. Together, they walked out of the reception hall.

“Thankssshh, Grandma.” Heather slurred out.

“Oh, you’re welcome dear.” Helena said, her slightly accented, posh voice shining through. “Heather and I were always particularly close.” Helena began, explaining to Derek.

“Oh, yeah?” Derek replied.

“Yes, very much so.” Helena began, “I don’t know if you noticed but, her mother and her sister can be a bit… much. They can be a bit… bitchy.”

“Oh, uh, they seemed okay to me.” Derek replied civilly.

“Well, you don’t know them.” Helena said. “Jocelyn and Jackie are exceedingly similar. Both of them love the life of luxury that I provided for them. I have seen it happen a lot. Many are women born into luxury end up being very closed off. Very obsessed with the life of extravagance, with their money, and especially those two, with themselves. Those two don’t do anything for anyone else unless it helps them. They only care about something if it benefits them. Those two are peas in a pod. Both love money, clothing, fashion… men. “

“Uh, okay.” Derek said, confused as to where this was going.

“That is why Heather and I grew close. Her mother and her sister never understood her. She is different. She is above the trivialities of luxury that Jocelyn and Jackie revel in. She is a special girl. So… me and her bonded. We grew very close. She would spend her summers with me, away from those two and their very… forceful… personalities. I did my best to let her grow into the woman she wanted to be, not the girl her mother illegal bahis and her sister wanted her to be. And despite their best efforts, I think she turned into a lovely young woman. You’re a lucky man, Derek.” Jocelyn said, smiling at her granddaughter’s husband.

Derek smiled back. Helena seemed a lot different than both his new mother-in-law and his new sister-in-law. She seemed a lot softer, a lot more warm and friendly. Derek felt a lot less guarded around Helena than he did around the other two.

That was his first mistake.

Derek had no idea what he was getting into with Helena. He had no idea what this old lady was capable of.

Helena did not look like a grandmother. Sure, she looked older, but she didn’t look old. She looked barely old enough to be Heather’s mother, let alone her grandmother. And her body… it didn’t scream that she was a grandmother. It screamed for something else entirely.

Much like the other women in her family, she was shockingly beautiful. Derek never thought much about older ladies being attractive, but she definitely changed his mind on that. This woman could compete with women half her age.

Helena Cline was Heather’s grandmother. But she was a grandmother in name only, cause looking at her did not make you think about her being a grandmother. You think of grandmothers as rickety old women who stayed at home, watched soap operas, baked cookies, and knit. With Helena, nothing could be farther from the truth.

Helena rarely stayed at home, simply because she had many homes. She traveled the world, from place to place, having homes built in her favorite places. She owned a mansion in Great Britain on property once lived on by royalty. She owned a vineyard in central France, not only providing a place to live but also acted as one of her many money making ventures. She owned a place in Sydney right in the heart of the city. She had a large home built in her hometown in the U.S. along the Atlantic Ocean, allowing her to return home but not be forced to live in squalor. And then there was her favorite, where she spent most of her time, at her villa nestled in southern Italy.

Helena didn’t sit still, let alone watching soap operas or any of that bullshit. She was too busy. She was very different from Jocelyn and Jackie in that her only motivation wasn’t just to get laid (Not to say that that she wasn’t getting her fair share). No, Helena was a true renaissance woman.

She had started from humble beginnings, being raised by poor immigrant parents. She lived a modest life, never having much, never asking for more, until she grew breasts. Once Helena went from a child to a young woman, her opinions began to change. Once she saw the effect her body had on men, men of great wealth, her opinion began to change. Her resentment of her life of poverty grew, until she couldn’t resist the temptations she was being offered. She left home at 15, shacked up with some young rich guy, and never looked back.

Helena was not a woman with a great work ethic, but she was a woman of great cunning. Her goal early on was not of being a married, stay at home wife. No, she was acting on instinct. On self-preservation. She functioned with a great distrust of the rich and powerful, so she felt no guilt when she drained their bank accounts into hers, leaving them bankrupt. Sure, this was as cold-blooded move, but these were cold-blooded businessmen, so in her view, this was simply a business transaction, with the superior business woman winning. That being… her.

Helena worked her way through the wealthy men of her time, draining them dry. The word was soon out on her, but she kept succeeding. Why, you might ask? Because she was a hot, sexy, filthy whore. In the period of time this happened, being a whore had a stigma to it, more so than now, and still she was successful. How could these men resist that hot young blonde with the killer body?

Within years, Helena had more money than she ever would need, leaving various bankrupt men in her wake, and Helena was left unpunished for her actions, the men she had bankrupt being so defeated that they didn’t have the resources to find her.

And for many years, sex was business. Sex was her job. Sex was her weapon. Sex was her way to get into very rich men’s bank accounts and run wild. Sex was a tool she used to destroy men’s livelihood. But most of her damage was done in her earlier years. When she looked back, she felt a lot of guilt. What she did to those men had been evil. She blamed it on the impetuousness of her youth. And she had been raised poor, so she justified what she did as a survival mechanism, a way to insure her safety and to live a life where she would never have to worry about money again. And she had succeeded.

But she had changed. She knew she had been playing a dangerous game. She knew she was lucky she didn’t cross paths with the wrong kinds of people. So unlike most, once she got comfortable, she chose to evolve. To change and grow from her selfish youth into something… more. And she did. She had succeeded, as she always did. She was as worldly illegal bahis siteleri as anyone could be. She had become a woman of many talents, as opposed to a woman with just one. Wealthy beyond words, without working a day in her life, still Helena sought more. Now that she had monetary success, she sought success of the mind, body, and spirit.

Helena climbed the tallest mountains, and set foot on all seven continents. She dined with the most rich and powerful people in the world, including four presidents. She met with spiritual leaders all over the world, from the jungles of Africa to the densest forests in Asia. She practiced martial arts in a temple untouched by modern society. She painted pictures of the most gorgeous landscapes any person could see. She traversed deserts and oceans, icy tundras and rolling plains. She interacted with more cultures than most people knew existed. If it was possible to own life, to dominate your own existence, Helena did it. In her mind she was not driven purely by sex and luxury, like Jackie and Jocelyn. She sought something more. She sought to consume and ingest every aspect of life, to experience it all. And experience it all she did.

As she reached her forties, she had felt nearly totally fulfilled. She had seen so many things in life that very little surprised or wowed her. She couldn’t think of much else to do with her time. But she still felt that little bit of something, something she had ignored for far too long. She had been ignoring the desires of her needy, desperate-to-be-filled cunt for a long time. She had tried to be disciplined and to move on from that way of life. She didn’t want to be the filthy, evil slut she used to be. But she still needed to get fucked stupid. She was dying for it.

She tried to fight it. She tried to fight her needs. She tried to maintain her discipline. But she could not stop thinking about it. She couldn’t stop thinking about thick cocks filling all of her holes to the brim. She tried to fight it off for the longest time until eventually, she asked herself why. Why was she fighting this? Why was she fighting what her body was starving for? She wasn’t an impetuous brat anymore. She could control herself. She wouldn’t lose herself.

In her younger years, she had sex for two reasons. To slake her raging hormones and to gain power over men. Helena had always loved sex, but it never drove her like it did with others. She would never call herself a slut, even though she probably was one. Hey, when you’re a mother at 17, there was definitely a bit of slut in you. But to her, sex was a power play, and she was always the victor. It wasn’t until her forties that she gained an appreciation for sex in and of itself. It wasn’t till her forties that Helena became a complete filthy whore. Helena had more sex in her forties and beyond than she did in the years before. She had indulged in life for so long that she finally realized it was time to indulge herself. And boy, Helena did. Helena indulged herself in the sickest, nastiest, most fucked up kinds of sex she could. Sex for her pleasure alone, so she could cum, and the pleasure of the man was unimportant. Helena had experimented in all sorts of practices that enriched her mind. Now, she experimented in all sorts of practices that pleasured her body. All sorts of filthy, nasty sex acts that a woman of her age should not be doing. She was doing things most thought only young whores could do. And those men soon learned that only a filthy old whore like her could do those sex acts justice. Only a mature slut like her could do them right. It took an old skank like her to give men real sex.

And besides, there were precedents with women like her. She knew lots of very rich powerful women who had worked very hard to reach the top levels of society. And she had watched as each and every one of them reached a certain age and began to pull away. Pull away from trying to better their social status, away from trying to pad their hefty bank accounts. Most of the women she knew that were like her had all done the same thing. They pulled away from their many pursuits and began to indulge themselves a bit. As those powerful women turned 40 or so, they reached the same crisis Helena, and most had come to the same solution:

They spent most of their 40’s getting fucked.

They spent most of their 40’s on their backs, receiving the pleasures they so richly deserved. Finally indulging the pleasures they had withheld for too long. Didn’t Helena deserve the same? Didn’t she earn the right to get fucked too? Sure, she had done some bad things, really bad things. But she had changed… evolved… becoming someone far more beneficial than the slut she used to be. She had punished herself for that past behavior by withholding herself that kind of pleasure? Hadn’t she punished herself enough? Hadn’t she earned this?

Yes, she realized. Yes she did.

But she couldn’t go back to her old ways. Her tastes had to evolve as well. No more fucking old men and stealing their money. She needed something different. Something more fulfilling, something canlı bahis siteleri to satisfy her need for spiritual growth and her intellectual curiosity. Higher level type sex. She needed something more advanced, a better form of sex, one more fitting of an evolved renaissance woman like her.

So she started fucking young guys with big, fat cocks.

And boy, she had indulged herself. For many years this was her life. Filthy, nasty fucking. That was how she spent her 40’s, indulging her never-ending itch. And she was disappointed to find the stimulation she found with those nameless meatheads was far more fulfilling than any she had encountered in the years prior. She was dismayed that after all she had done to become more knowledgeable and progressive, in the end, it was those young guys with their pulsing cocks that brought her far more fulfillment.

Helena craved fulfillment. She craved comfort, a comfort she was afraid she would never find. She was afraid she could never just settle. Never be satisfied. Never want anything more. The sex she had was good. Very, very good. But, it was just missing something. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. You don’t have lots of sex when you are totally satisfied. You have lots of sex when you’re chasing a pleasure you can’t quite reach. It needed something… that extra edge. And she was ashamed to admit in her younger years, those unrestrained years of being a filthy evil slut, in those days, she was never left wanting more. The extra edge of those sexual couplings, that evil, nasty edge that she was ashamed of was in fact what she truly needed. She needed sex at a different level. A higher level. A darker, twisted level.

So despite her great experience in life, Helena came to this wedding no better than Jocelyn or Jackie. After everything she had been through, she was just like those two: a nasty fucking whore. A slut who was driven, who was consumed by her thirst for sex. For so many years, she had thought of herself as better than that, but now, she had become the slut she was meant to be. Because when you take one look at her, you can tell that’s what she’s built for.

Even though Helena was a few years beyond fifty, how many she would never say, she was as hot as anyone. As hot as Jackie. As hot as Jocelyn. Possibly… probably… hotter. Her face was still strikingly gorgeous, the look of a classy, mature older woman. Helena’s face had just a hint of the slut underneath, evidenced by her eyes, her striking blue eyes, windows to the soul, displaying just a clue that Helena was a bit wicked. Sure, she had a few wrinkles, but she looked younger and sexier than women ten years younger than her. She had full, soft plump lips, a trait that ran in the family. Even though she was a bit older, her skin did still look smooth and soft to the touch. Jocelyn had inherited her creamy pale skin, but it didn’t hold a candle to Helena’s silky casing. Her blonde hair still looked full, shiny and sexy, cut stylishly to still look fashionable.

Helena couldn’t help but compare her body to those of Jackie and Jocelyn. And in her opinion, Helena’s body won out in every single way. Helena was fitter than them, maintaining a flat belly, fit body, and great stamina. Her legs were a little longer, a little firmer and a lot sexier. Her hips were wide and divine, a hint that her body was built to carry children. Sure, Jackie and Jocelyn had great butts. Spectacular asses. Firm… perky… round… ripe. But Helena’s ass was a bit firmer. A bit more perky. A bit more round. A bit more ripe. Her ass sat along the rear of her body like a shelf, a perfect handhold for horny men. And then… there were her tits.

Jackie’s were DDs. Ripe, young, DDs. Jocelyn’s were EEs. Mature, firm EEs. But Helena was packing something bigger. Something better. Helena was marching around with a pair of ripe… juicy… firm… perky… soft… silky… mouth watering…

FFs!!

Helena Cline had a pair of FF breasts! Fucking incredible, all natural FF breasts. Still perky. Still round. Still sexy. A mature older woman packing a pair of giant FF breasts was a rare thing indeed. And Helena knew how to use them to great effect. Great big breasts, somehow still perky and riding high. They appeared even bigger thanks to her tightly cut black dress, which molded to her fit, mature frame. While both Jackie and Jocelyn believed in the policy of showing as much skin as they could get away with, Helena knew that the fun was in the tease. So even though her sexy dress went down to her ankles, the way it fit her body and only showed a hint of her juicy, mature cleavage helped her maintain a classy appearance while letting everyone know about the rocking body she possessed.

Even though she was well past forty when she realized her true slut potential, she had more than made up for lost time. In the years since she became consumed by sex, she had had more action than Jackie and Jocelyn. Combined. And Jocelyn and Jackie were complete sluts, so Helena was having a lot of fucking sex. And with a body like hers, she had her choice of lovers. And as her sexual renaissance blossomed, her tastes evolved. In her younger years, her tastes veered towards the rich, distinguished older men that could give her money. Now, her tastes veered towards the buff, energetic young men who could make her cum.

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As a handyman I am pretty much useless when it comes to skill, knowledge, and general ability. Put me in front of a computer and I will make it stand up and dance, waltzing you around the room and charming your socks off. Hand me a hammer and nails and I’ll stand there looking like a fool. This doesn’t make me entirely useless in the handyman field. I’m what is known as unskilled labour.

The reason I mention this is because a friend of mine is a genius in the handyman field. He’ll just look at nails and they jump into the wood where he wants them. Right now he was in the process of redoing some of the rooms in his house. You haven’t lived until you find yourself standing in the middle of a large empty room using a broom to hold a sheet of plaster on the ceiling while your mate casually climbs ladders and inserts nails. Every moment I stood there I was expecting the broom to break, or my hand to slip, and a giant sheet of plaster to descend upon me.

Once the plaster was nailed to the roof and walls things got easier. My mate did some esoteric things to the walls and ceilings and then handed me a paintbrush on the reasonably intelligent assumption that even I couldn’t get it wrong painting everything in sight with a white undercoat.

Working together we quickly had the two rooms he was currently renovating replastered and painted with the undercoat. We rested for an hour or so and then we started painting the ceiling with the primary colour, which happened to be white. Again, how could I go wrong just slapping white paint on white paint? I couldn’t and I didn’t. Two ceilings, nicely painted.

That’s when the mistake was found. Jimmy grabbed the paint for the walls, also white, and said a very rude word.

“Ah, what’s wrong, Jimmy,” I asked, content that I hadn’t screwed up.

“We used the wrong paint on the ceiling,” he said. “We were supposed to use this paint.”

Um, colour me confused. We shouldn’t have used the white paint on the ceiling because we should have used the white paint? You see, this is why I’m not a handyman. Jimmy explained it to me.

“This,” he said, holding up the can of paint, “is ceiling white. It’s a slightly different white to wall white which is what we just used. While it looks good now it will look off once the walls are painted. We’ll have to redo it.”

OK, so we’d have to redo it. I got paid the same amount either way. A big fat nothing, but he’d owe me a favour sometime.

“We can’t repaint until the ceiling dries,” Jimmy said. “Why don’t you sit and watch the game on TV while I run down and replace my paint for the walls.”

That sounded like a plan to me. A half hour or so of doing nothing wasn’t going to kill me. I settled down in front of the TV and Jimmy headed off to get fresh paint.

Jimmy had so sooner driven out onto the road when Marie and Katherine walked into the front room. Their timing was so precise they must have been watching him to leave. I was immediately suspicious.

Marie is Jimmy’s sister and Katherine was her best friend. They were both about nineteen and were attending university. I don’t know exactly what they were studying. It was a warm day, bordering on hot, and they were dressed accordingly, wearing tights and t-shirts. I might add that in my considered opinion they did some flattering things to those tights and t shirts.

Marie is a nice girl and I’ve always got on well with her. I’d never tried the seduction routine with her but that was only because she was Jimmy’s sister. Katherine I didn’t know nearly so well, but well enough to suspect that she was trouble. The fact that she was trouble would probably have encouraged me to make a pass if I knew her just a little better. Looking at her right then I made up my mind to get better acquainted.

“Marie, Kat,” I said, politely standing and nodding to acknowledge their presence.

“Brandon,” was all Marie said, nodding to acknowledge my existence.

“Brandon,” cooed Kat, all smiles and niceness. “How are you? Um, we were wondering, if you’re not too busy, if you could give us a little advice on an assignment we’re doing?”

OK. I’m as gullible as the next man. They wanted advice I’d give them advice. If they asked me something I didn’t know the answer to I’d simply make something up. I gave them a look of helpful interest.

“We’re doing a joint assignment for our psychology class,” Kat told me. “We have to provide an essay on male sexuality. We thought the easiest way to get some answers is to ask a man.”

“Ah, male sexuality? Why not female sexuality?” That would seem more reasonable to me.

“Oh, the men in the class are doing the essays on female sexuality,” Kat said with a vicious smirk on her face.

The men in her class had my sympathy.

“As a matter of curiosity, why don’t you ask Jimmy?”

“Ask my brother about sex?” gasped Marie. “The poor guy would have a heart attack. Unless I have an attack of the spasms when I try to ask him.”

OK. I could see her point.

“So what do you want illegal bahis to ask me?”

“What causes an erection in a man? And I don’t mean it’s just because he’s horny. What is it that actually triggers the relevant emotion that gets him hard?” Kat could be quite blunt in her search for knowledge.

I gave the question some serious consideration before answering.

“OK, one of the words beginning with S,” I said. “Um, those would be sight, shape, scent, sound, sexiness, and self-control.”

“Why self-control?” Marie demanded.

“You can consider that a negative trigger. A person with good self-control would over-ride the other senses and stop an erection from happening, even if he was interested. If it wasn’t for self-control all the men at nudist beaches would be walking around with permanent erections.”

“I see,” giggled Kat. “And all the others are positive triggers.”

“They can be positive or negative. If a girl has a sensational shape, a voice like an angel, and a scent like a depraved skunk, guess which trigger would have the most effect.”

“Got it,” said Kat. “So you’re really saying that barring self-control, any of the other triggers would work as long as there isn’t a stronger negative component.”

“That would be right,” I agreed.

“OK. So Marie and I probably tick all the boxes. Does this mean that you have an erection right now?”

“No. It means I have good self-control right now. Another trigger that I didn’t mention is the forbidden.”

“What’s the forbidden?”

“The lure of looking down a ladies top or up her dress. Seeing slightly more than she wants you to. That’s why you wear clothes. To stop us seeing you and lure us in on our search for the forbidden. Hunter instinct, I suppose you could call it.”

The girls started chatting between themselves, speaking in shorthand from what I could tell. They finally shut up for a moment and Marie turned back to me.

“Anything else you can think of?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said, nodding thoughtfully. “Touching and curves. Touching activates your tactile senses and that always has a result. Curves the eye will just naturally follow to the end. If you consider a girl in a bikini you will notice that all the curves of her body tend to come together at a very interesting point.”

Marie blushed and Kat looked thoughtful.

“So the eye follows the curves to a point of interest and that’s likely to trigger an erection,” she mused.

Up until this point I’d been amused. Now Kat managed to shock me. She was standing just a little behind Marie. She put her hands on either side of Marie’s waist and then simply jerked her tights and panties right down, revealing all. If I was shocked, Marie was downright astounded.

I had to feel some sympathy for Marie. After pulling down her things Kat straightened up and slid her arms around Marie’s waist. This effectively stopped her from bending down to pull up her panties, leaving her standing there red-faced and half naked.

“So, do the lovely curves you referred to give you an erection?” asked Kat giggling.

“No,” I lied. “Rigid self-control, remember. And in case you’re wondering, no, I’m not gay.”

“Thought never crossed my mind,” Kat said. “Ah, would your rigid self-control still work if you got tactile?”

“Tactile as in patting a pussy?” I asked, taking another admiring look at Marie, much to her indignation. She was also shaking her head, indicating that a tactile demonstration wasn’t really needed.”

“Precisely,” smirked Kat, glad to see I was getting with the program.

“Let’s see,” I said and reached out my hand, slipped it between a pair of legs, and closed over a hot little pussy as approved.

Marie started giggling while Kat gave an outraged shriek and bounced back out of reach.

“Not me, you idiot,” she howled. “Marie. She’s the one with her pussy hanging out.”

“Well, yes, I know that, but you can’t really give me permission to touch some other girl, just yourself. Um, if it’s any consolation the answer is yes, I have an erection now.”

“But you were supposed to feel up Marie,” Kat protested again, apparently unable to come to terms with what had happened.

“If you insist,” I told her, and turned to Marie. A Marie who had failed to pull up her panties, I noted, even though Kat was no longer stopping her.

“Marie, my love. Would you do an ardent admirer a tremendous favour and permit him to caress those lovely curves of yours that Kat so meanly put on display. I find I really do desire to see if they feel as creamily smooth as they look.”

Did I mention that Marie was clean-shaven? Not a stray follicle to be seen, just creamy skin in graceful curves.

Now you will note that I asked. Maybe I should have waited longer for an answer, but I knew she’d say yes, so why wait? I reached out, my hand running over her mons and down between her legs, cupping her mound and softly squeezing. I thought she was going to faint. Or explode. Some sort of violent reaction seemed illegal bahis siteleri to be brewing.

“Ah, Marie, Kat showed what you have but is hiding her own curves,” I said quickly, withdrawing from contact. “Don’t you think it appropriate that she should also reveal her own charms?”

The sizzling look in Marie’s eyes fastened onto Kat. I winked at her (Kat, that is) and waited. Kat glared at me but she was trapped. She either had to admit she was wrong to pull down Marie’s pants (which were still down) and apologise or pull her own down to show it was no big deal. She went with option two. Like I thought, that girl was trouble.

She smirked at me as if to say your move. I smirked right back and handed the hot potato to her.

“What am I supposed to do with that erection I said I had? Just pretend it never happened or do you wish to inspect it so you can mention it in your essay?”

Marie blushed and I assumed that she’d say ignore it. She was also starting to grope for her panties to pull them up but glanced at Kat and refrained. I guess she’d take it as a loss of face to cover up while Kat was still keeping things on display. Whatever, Marie didn’t get a chance to express her opinion.

“By all means haul it out into the light. We’re interested in seeing what you can come up with.”

My personal opinion was that I could come up with plenty to show them. I may not be super-sized, but I have a decent package. I dropped my trousers and jocks, my erection leaping out, larger than life. Well, not larger than life, but certainly large enough. Both girls blushed.

“Continuing your essay on male sexuality you might like to note that having brought a man to this stage,” I said, indicating my erection, “you have three way of changing this state, tactilely. Do you know what these three methods are?”

Both girls gave me furious looks and I sighed.

“Obviously not,” I said. “You just have dirty minds. First you can enhance the erection with some limited handling, you can remove it completely by some vigorous sexual activity, or you can kill it by giving it a good slap.”

The girls looked a little startled at that last bit.

“Oh, you didn’t know? It’s true. Just give your boyfriend’s boner a good fast slap and it will wilt like a flower in a heatwave. And don’t even think of slapping mine,” I added quickly, seeing the smirk on Kat’s face.

“Now, if you have all the information you need?” I paused and the girls stayed silent.

“OK, then. Ah, I assume that you’re going to do something to help me out in my current state of concupiscence” I suggested, waving a hand in the general direction of my groin. “Um, that’s a good word. Use it in your essay. Using big words in psychology essays guarantees good marks. It shows you can say things that no-one understands.”

“What? Are you suggesting one of us should have sex with you?” demanded Kat.

“Hey, come on, let’s be realistic here,” I said. “You know perfectly well that Marie is Jimmy’s sister. I wouldn’t dream of suggesting that she have sex with me. At least, not while I’m in his house.”

Marie had an odd look, satisfied that I wasn’t coming on to her right then and irritated for the same reason. I winked at her and looked at Kat, smiling benignly.

“You’re saying you want me to have sex with you?” Kat said, sounding offended.

“Think of it as deep research,” I suggested.

“You have to be kidding.”

“OK.”

“OK? That’s all you’re saying? You’re not going to try to insist?”

“Well, I’d love to insist but there’s Marie standing right there. She’d probably object if I just pushed you to the floor and hoisted your feet into the air. Um, wouldn’t you?” I asked, turning to Marie.

“Ah, probably,” she agreed. “There again, it might be an interesting experience. I’ve never seen someone get screwed before.”

Kat now gave both of us nasty looks.

“Still, I can’t help wondering what Jimmy’s reaction will be when I tell him you whipped down Marie’s panties and showed all.”

“What? You wouldn’t,” Marie said in a half shriek.

“Well, you have to admit that the pair of you have been teasing me,” I pointed out. “Still are,” I said, looking pointedly at a couple of pussies still on display. Do girls forget things like that when more than one of them are flashing or were they doing it deliberately?

It appeared that Marie had forgotten. Looking down she gave another half shriek and hastily started straightening her clothes. Kat, on the other hand, was too busy glaring at me to worry about what she was showing.

“Do you mean that you’ll deliberately try to get me in trouble with Jimmy?” she demanded.

“Not me,” I said easily. “My lips are sealed. Not a word on this subject will pass them. Tear my fingernails out with red-hot pliers and still I will refuse to speak.”

“Don’t tempt me,” snarked Kat, relaxing a little.

“Besides, why would I want to get you into trouble when you’ve decided you will have sex with me after you’ve canlı bahis siteleri made me sweat a bit longer?”

“I’ve done no such thing,” Kat flatly stated. “What on earth gives you the impression that I’d want to have sex with you.”

The denigration she built into that last word was magnificent. I was left in no doubt that I wasn’t even in the last man in the world scenario. I smiled and took a step closer to her.

“Um, possibly because you’re continuing to flaunt yourself,” I murmured, my hand closing over her mound again. Skin to skin on her mound this time, with no silly clothes in the way.

I’m sure Kat would have hastily backed away again but found herself constrained, notably by the fact that the coffee table was behind her, bumping against her legs. It’s hard to back away through a solid object. She was reduced to spluttering and telling me to get my hands off.

I did, backing away a little to give her room. To be honest, I knew damn well that Kat had had no intentions of having sex with me. I was also fairly certain that Kat knew that I knew it. Marie? She was probably confused, not knowing if Kat had intended to succumb to my charms or not. (Marie also had no intentions of succumbing herself. At least, not at home with a witness. Taking her out might prove interesting.)

Given the above, Kat was now wondering what it would be like to have sex with me. Marie standing there watching was an added incentive to her. She was definitely a bit of a grand-stander. The big question was how to push her over the edge.

“Um, Kat, you wouldn’t really have sex with Brandon, would you? I mean, not right now, with me here?” Marie sounded a little concerned. Or was that a little excited.

“I will if I want to,” was Kat’s defiant answer.

“Ah, do I get a say in this?” I asked. “I mean, seeing we’re talking about my body and all.”

Both girls looked at and then their eyes drifted down to my erection. They both started sniggering.

“Um, Brandon, we know what your vote is going to be,” Kat said with a smirk. “Your intentions are rather plain.”

“Yeah,” agreed Marie. “Your vote has its hand high in the air.”

“Dunno about his hand, but his head certainly is,” was Kat’s next comment, followed by more sniggering.

Marie said something sotto voce, and my hearing wasn’t good enough to catch it. Kat said, “Sure. Watch,” and the next thing I knew her hot little hand had closed over my cock.

Not being a little girl I didn’t squeal and back away. Name me any man who’s going to try to back away while a girl’s hand is wrapped around certain valuable material. You could lose some important parts doing that. I stayed still and suffered, showing a manly stoicism.

I suspected that Marie had challenged Kat to grab me. Now that she had I also suspected she’d made a serious tactical error if she didn’t want to wind up fucked. Now that she was holding me her face was a little more flushed, she was breathing harder, and I could swear her nipples were peaking beneath her t-shirt. Also, she seemed a trifle reluctant to let go.

I thought it would be wise to check out the nipple situation. As I was standing right there in front of her (not as though I had a choice the way she was holding me) I just naturally cupped her breast, rubbing it to get a feel for the nipple through her top and bra. Her nipple certainly felt as though it was rather pronounced.

So a fine young lady is holding your cock. You are ninety nine percent sure that a virgin she is not. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist, and that touch of exhibitionism should counter the fact that there was someone else there. Did I chance my arm or not? Well, if you don’t try, you don’t get.

“Time to decide, Kat,” I said quietly, detaching myself from her grasp and turning her to face the couch. She didn’t immediately protest as I quietly steered her into bending over the end of the couch.

“Ah, I don’t know about this,” she muttered, as I brushed her tights and panties further down, giving myself more room to play.

“I do,” I told her, my hand now rubbing against her pussy with serious intent.

I heard Marie catch her breast and a quick glance showed her watching, keenly interested in what was about to happen.

I was brushing my cock back and forth along Kat’s lips and she seemed to be getting increasingly nervous. Marie seemed to be getting increasingly eager for things to progress.

I’d just eased Kat’s lips apart and the head of my cock was resting there as I let her lips close around it. At that point both girls spoke up.

“Listen, I’m really not sure about this,” Kat muttered.

At the same time Marie was observing, “Ah, Jimmy’s back.”

Just like that Kat was gone, leaving a slightly glistening spot on the head of my cock where her juices had touched. Meanwhile she and Marie were long gone. I could hear the bedroom door close. Obviously I couldn’t very well have Jimmy walk in and find me with trousers down and cock out. I hastily tidied up and slunk down onto the couch, looking at the TV. What was worse, my team was losing. I turned the TV off as Jimmy came in the door.

“Right,” says Jimmie as he came bustling in. “The ceiling should be touch dry by now so we can repaint it straight away.”

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Jack waved to his friends as they pulled away. He had a rosy glow from the marijuana they had smoked on the long drive home. He let himself in with his key.

Josie, his mom, was bustling about the kitchen in a frenzy of baking. The air was filled with the fragrant smell of pumpkin pie, gingerbread cookies and dressing. There was a pronounced odor of nutmeg, sage and Christmas in the air.

Realizing she was unaware of his presence, he tip toed up behind her and wrapped her in a big bear hug. Josie started and jumped back, inadvertently pressing her full ass into Jack’s dick. Her sudden movement caused his hands to end up firmly ensconced on her large breasts. For the briefest of moments they held this tableau; jack bent forward, each hand holding a massive breast, his mom’s full ass pushed into his crotch. He quickly released her. She turned, flustered.

“Jack, she screamed, you’re home!”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tip toes and kissed Jack on the cheek.

“Hi mom, Merry Christmas!”

“Step back and let me take a look at you. Henry, Henry, Jack is home!”

His father’s muffled voice came up from his perpetual spot in his basement man cave.

“My you have really filled out, his mom gushed!”

“Aw mom, Jack said embarrassed.”

At 20 years old, Jack was not a small guy. He stood 6′ 4″, 260 lbs. Football and the exercise regimen required to play college football had transformed him from a pudgy overweight kid into a well-muscled specimen of a man.

Jack heard the floor boards’ squeak as his dad moved up the stairs and into kitchen. Jack’s dad was slightly shorter than Jack but weighed about the same. He was rotund with a large prominent belly. He wheezed loudly as he made his way across the kitchen.

“Jack, my boy, it is so good to see you!”

Jack and his father enveloped each other in a mutually affectionate bear hug.

“Dad, you said you were going to lose some weight. Carrying all that weight around is not good for your health!”

“Hush, boy, you’re starting to sound like your mom! Nag, nag, nag all of the time about my weight!”

“Henry, you know Jack is right. Jack, take your things to your room, Then I need you to run to the store for me”

Jack smiled inwardly as he made his way upstairs to his bedroom. He threw his knapsack on the floor and flopped on his bed. He was still slightly aroused from unintentional feel up of his mom. He was also still high from the marijuana. He slowly stroked his cock as he relived the moment.

His mom’s tits were massive. Years ago he had peaked at her bra size. She was 44D then. She looked to be much larger now. Her ass had felt amazing pressed against his dick. Like most boys, his mom was always a sexual fantasy. He unzipped his pants, intending to get a quick rub off in, when his mom’s voice intruded on his fantasizing.

“Jack, hurry up! I need some nut meg so I can finish baking!”

Jack zipped his pants. He trotted down the stairs.

“Take this empty can with you. I want this kind and no other.”

Jack grabbed the car keys off the hook by the kitchen door. As he backed the car out of the garage, he suddenly realized he still had the marijuana in his jeans pocket. Shit, shit, shit, he thought. I forget to hide this stuff in the house. Too late now.

The trip to the store was 20 minutes round trip. But before he got back on his street, he pulled off to the side. He took the bag of marijuana from his jeans pocket. Carefully he poured it into the empty nutmeg can. He tapped the plastic bag lightly to empty it. Then he snapped the plastic lid back in place. He laid the container on the seat and pulled away from the curb.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the headlights of a car. He slammed on brakes just in time to avoid an accident. He gave the one finger salute to the other driver and proceeded home.

After he pulled in the garage he realized that the can of nutmeg and his marijuana can had fallen to the floor. In the darkened garage he found the two cans. He put one in the bag and the other in his jeans pocket.

His mom was bent over peering in the oven as he entered the kitchen. He paused for a moment to admire her ass. She wore an old fashion house dress. It was covered by a bib apron. The dress had ridden so that it barely covered her ass. At 50, her large thighs were still well shaped although dimpled slightly with cellulite. He thought she was still a very desirable woman. At school he found himself drawn to the big bosomed, big butt women. Many times he had imagined his many full figured conquests were his mom.

“Mom, here’s the nutmeg, he said, handing her the bag.”

“Thanks baby, she said, as she stood and turned toward him. I am going to make some cookies for us to enjoy tonight!”

Jack smiled as he turned to head downstairs to chat with his dad.

“Jack, open a bottle of wine for me, please!”

Dutifully, Jack opened the wine. He sat the bottle and a glass on the kitchen table.

The odor of gingerbread cookies wafted downstairs illegal bahis where he and his dad were watching college football. Upstairs, Jack knew his mom was sipping wine and baking mounds of cookies. He and his dad had gone through the better part of a 12 pack while watching the game. His dad was snoring loudly in his big lounger.

Jack decided to go up and see if he could beg, borrow or steal some cookies. He had a terrible case of the munchies. There was a subtle difference to the aroma in the kitchen. It was familiar but in his slightly drunken state he couldn’t identify it.

His mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She had a large glass of white wine. Jack noticed that the bottle was half empty. In front of her was a large platter of gingerbread cookies. She had an empty grin on her face as she sipped wine and munched on cookies.

Jack sat down across from his mom and grabbed a cookie. He tried to talk about the plans for the holiday but his mom seemed unable to concentrate. About four cookies into it, Jack was high as a kite. Through the fog of cannabis he realized he had inadvertently given his mom the cannabis and not the nutmeg. They were both wasted. His mom was barely coherent. The wine had enhanced the marijuana. She couldn’t stop giggling.

She had pulled off her apron. The top buttons of her house dress had come open. Jack could see the tops of her breasts. He felt himself getting hard.

Josie’s mind was in a fog. A pleasant fog but still she couldn’t quite process. The warm glow she felt had moved through her hardening nipples, to the small flutter in her belly and had settled into a warm dampness between her legs.

“My god, she thought, what is going on?

She flashed back to Jack’s accidental feel up. She felt her nipples harden even more and the dampness increased.

“I am turned on thinking of my son’s cock pressing against my ass and his strong hands holding my breasts. What the hell is wrong with me?”

Josie went to stand and almost fell. Jack stood and grabbed her around the waist. His mom leaned heavily in to him. She giggled at her mishap.

Jack could feel her breast as she sagged heavily against him. His hands were just above her ass. Without thinking, he let his hands slide down. Gently he cupped her large ass. Jack’s erection was immediate. His enormous cock grew down his pant leg.

“Stop that you bad boy, she tittered!”

Jack squeezed her ass more firmly.

“Jack, you stop this minute, his mom said a little breathlessly!”

Josie freed herself from her son. She plopped down heavily again in the kitchen chair.

“My god, she thought, Jack just felt me up again.”

She glanced up at her son. He stood before her with a concerned look on his face. Her eyes wandered down to his crotch.

“Oh my god he is huge, she thought.”

She forced her eyes up. Jack had a strange smile on his face.

“I feel so odd, she thought.”

Jack stood over his mom as she sat in the chair. The top of her dress had gapped open. He could see almost down to her nipples. The large soft mounds of flesh heaved slightly as she tried to catch her breath. His erection was becoming uncomfortable as it grew in his pant leg.

Henry walked into the kitchen, bleary eyed. He took in the scene of his son and wife in the kitchen. He glanced at the table and saw the cookies. Ponderously he moved to the kitchen table. He grabbed a handful of the cookies.

“What have you guys been up to, he inquired?”

He munched absent mindedly on the cookies

“Catching up, Josie said giddily.”

“Sorry I dozed off on you son!”

“No problem, dad, it gave mom and me some time together.”

“Jack, I’m going up to bed. I’ll see you both in the morning.”

Josie followed her husband upstairs.

Jack went into the living room and turned on the TV. He realized that somehow the marijuana had gotten into the cookies. In front of him was nearly 4 dozen cannabis laced cookies. He speculated that his mom was wasted from drinking the wine and eating the cookies. He watched her large ass jiggle she followed his dad upstairs. There would be hell to pay later.

Josie helped Henry upstairs. He seemed a little more unsteady than usual. She helped him undress. As he stood naked, she took a good look at his cock. Henry was her second cock. So she was not that experienced with cocks and the size of cocks, but Henry’s was a peewee compared to Jack’s telephone pole sized dick. As she helped her husband into his pajamas, she wondered how a big dick like that would feel entering her. She wondered if she could even handle something that massive. Finally she wondered what the hell was wrong with her to be having these kinds of thoughts. A little wine had never done this to her before.

Once Henry was in bed, she showered and changed into her normal cotton night gown. Then on impulse, she pulled it off. She inspected herself in the mirror. She was heavier than she wanted to be. But her breasts didn’t sag that much. They still had their fullness. She ran her illegal bahis siteleri hand over them, tweaking her nipples. She felt them harden.

She continued down over her abdomen. Yes, she had a slight pooch, but she didn’t sag. She stroked the softness of her belly lightly. She felt dampness between her legs. She smiled to herself. There was still life in her pussy!

Behind her Henry snored loudly. She watched him through the mirror as her hands continued their journey down her body. How long had it been since they had sex? A couple of years? She hadn’t really thought about it that much. Until tonight!

Her hands drifted down and moved through her bristly bush. It needed a trim. She used to trim it all of time. But now, well it wasn’t really needed since…..since a long time!

One finger found her clit. She inhaled sharply. It was so swollen and sensitive. How long had it been since it was this swollen? She couldn’t really remember. Her finger penetrated her depths and slid easily back over her swollen clit. Men didn’t even give her the first look, let alone a second look. She was an overweight 50 year old woman.

Jack had squeezed her ass!

She thrust a second finger deep into her pussy. She cried out as a small orgasm moved through her body. Her clit was so sensitive she could barely touch it.

She opened the closet door. On the top shelf there was a Victoria Secrets box. How long ago had she bought this? It was an impulse purchase. She had been at the mall and saw it hanging in the window. It was a red shelf bra with a matching bikini bottom and a translucent red robe.

Quickly she put them on. The panties were tighter than she remembered. The bra barely contained her breasts. She had gained weight since she bought this outfit. She put on the robe. It barely dropped to mid-thigh. Henry had never seen it. She wondered what jack would think.

Jack watched an old movie. He absent mindedly munched on a cookie. Now that he had figured out what was in them, he could handle it. He had a nice buzz going. He needed to go shower and change but that could wait.

It was quiet in the house. He had heard the shower running. But now there was nothing but silence. He knew he needed to fess up about the cookies. He chuckled quietly. Mom was high as a kite. Otherwise she would have decked him when he squeezed her ass!

Josie decided she should talk to Jack about what happened. Although she was not a deeply religious person, she realized the wrongness of what had happened. Her son had felt her up. That would never do!

Jack looked back and saw his mom descending the stairs. He involuntarily sucked in a deep breath. She was a vision in red. The robe covered her to her thighs but from his angle looking up, he could catch a glimpse of red panties. He was a little confused about what she usually wore to bed, but he was sure this wasn’t it. He felt himself getting hard……again!

“Jack, we need to talk!”

“Yes, mom, look let me…..”

Jack was trying to confess about the marijuana laced cookies.

“Young man, you just shut up and listen to your mother!”

Josie sat at the far end of the couch. Absently she reached over and grabbed a cookie. She took a bite.

“I am not sure what happened earlier, Josie said, but it can never happen again!”

“Mom, I think you should….”

Jack was pointing at the cookies. He was trying to explain. But his Mom held her hand up for silence and grabbed another cookie.

“Jack, shut up and listen! First get me a glass of wine.”

Dutifully, jack went in the kitchen and filled his mom’s glass with wine. When he got back she was on her third cookie. The Christmas tree lights twinkled in front of them. As usual the tree was beautiful. Mom prided herself on her decorating. Tomorrow he would help her do the outside.

Josie was starting to feel a little warm. Her intent had been to explain to her son about incest and how what they did was wrong. He needed to understand that his mother was not some college girl he could feel up at will. But now she was getting warm and she felt that wetness between her legs. She took the wine Jack brought her. As she sipped it, she saw the bulge in his jeans.

“Dear god he was big!”

Without her being aware of it her legs opened slightly. From where Jack sat he could see well up her thigh. He turned to face her on the couch. His cock was rigid and captured down his pant leg. It was agony. He knew had to go relieve the pressure. But mom wanted to talk.

“Mom, look…..”

She tried to talk over him. He raised his hand and forged on.

“I have to change! These pants are very uncomfortable and I have had them on all day”

Jack stood to leave the room.

Josie stared at the huge bulge in her son’s jeans. A part of her wondered if she was going to soak the couch with her wetness. Why was she so aroused?

“Then change, young man, but hurry back!”

Jack ran up the steps. He grabbed some jersey shorts and a tee shirt from his knapsack. He needed a shower canlı bahis siteleri but that would have to wait.

Josie gobbled down another cookie; she had six since she came back down. She felt light headed, almost out of body. She gulped down some wine. Her head spun lightly. Almost absent mindly her hand trailed down to her crotch. The panties were soaked straight through. She glanced down. And yes, there was a wet spot on the couch! Dam!

From the top of the stairs, Jack watched his mother touch her pussy. He felt his cock grow.

“Jesus, that was hot!”

Josie tried to look stern as Jack sat down at the other end of the couch.

“You must understand, Jack, she said haltingly, you must understand what I am saying!”

“Yes, mom, Jack said quietly, I understand.”

“Squeezing your mother’s ass is just sick behavior!

Josie munched on a cookie while she tried to collect her thoughts. Why was she so aroused?? It had been years since she was this wet!

“It can never happen again! Do you understand me?”

Jack nodded his head and stood to go to bed. He had really fucked up! She might forgive him one day¸ but now was no time to bring up the cookies. He walked between the coffee table and the couch, moving toward the stairs. The cannabis laced cookies had his cock semi hard. He hoped his mom wouldn’t notice it.

Josie watched as her son stood and moved toward her. She moved her legs over so he could get passed. She was so light headed she thought she might pass out. She could see her son’s enormous cock straining against his shorts. She reached out to balance herself. In her altered state, her hand ended up resting on her son’s crotch.

They both froze. Josie wanted to move her hand but time seemed to slow. She looked at the fat little hand that was resting on her son’s cock. She realized it was hers. She knew she needed to move it. She was going to move it. She watched the hand flex and close around Jack’s cock.

Jack closed his eyes. The feeling of mom’s hand on his dick was incredible. It took all the control he could muster to keep from cumming. Through slitted eyes he watched her nibble on yet another cookie. She seemed to be almost in a trance. Jack knew she was high on marijuana. All her inhibitions were suppressed. He had been there many times. He knew.

Josie watched the fat little hand flex on her son’s cock. From the deep recesses of her mind a voice screamed stop. The hand tightened. The cock grew. Part of her wondered how big it would get. Part of her was horrified at what the hand was doing.

Jack’s cock was growing down the leg of his shorts. The head was starting to peek out. Cautiously, jack pulled that pant leg up. He watched as his mom’s hand slid down to his exposed cock. She had this dreamy look on her face. She swayed back and forth.

Josie watched the hand slide up and down her son’s cock. She was amazed that she couldn’t get her hand around it. The hand was covered in precum. I wonder if I can get two hands around it. She smiled as the two fat little hands encircled the cock. She stroked it a few times. Both hands were covered it his wet sticky pre cum. She released one hand. She almost put it on the couch. She stopped. She realized she would never get the stain out. She brought the hand to her mouth and licked the sticky stuff off.

Jack was so aroused he was dizzy as watched as his mom licked his cum from her hand. He took a step closer. Josie leaned forward and licked his dickhead. Jack sucked his breath in sharply. Fuck that felt good! Josie kissed the head of his dick. He knew he was close to cumming.

Dreamily, Josie leaned forward and kissed the head of Jack’s dick. She was horrified and wanted to scream. But she couldn’t stop. She felt the cock grow and pulse in her hand. She licked again at the whitish liquid oozing from son’s cock.

Unable to hold back any longer, Jack exploded on his mom’s face. Her head was snapped back by the force of his ejaculate. Rope after rope of semen hit his mom in her mouth, her nose and hair. He watched her close her eyes as his fire hose of a cock covered her in man fluid. Spent, he dropped to his knees.

Josie was bemused. She was covered in her son’s cum. It ran down her chin and dripped on her nice red lingerie. She ran her hands over her eyes. She looked at her hands as they flopped in the air. She knew she couldn’t put her hands on the couch; it would be stained. She brought her hands to her mouth and tentatively licked them. Then she thoroughly licked her son’s semen from her hand.

I must look like a cat lapping up milk, she giggled to herself. She stood. She patted her son on the head.

“Good night, baby!”

Jack watched as his mom unsteadily climbed the stairs. Amazing he thought, absolutely fucking amazing! It was the best ever hand job he had ever had!

Josie was in shock. She was shocked at what she had done. She was shocked at how much cum had spewed from Jack’s dick. She was horrified at the tingling in her soaked pussy. Dear god, she thought, what is going on?

Josie stripped off her cum stained lingerie. She stepped in the shower and rinsed her son’s cum from her hair and face. She toweled off. For the first time in years, she crawled into bed naked. In an instant, she was sound asleep.

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This is a story with practically everything – incest, first time, oral, anal, group sex, erotic couplings, loving wives, lesbian, fetish, voyeurism and exhibitionism. It’s the story of an innocent girl who just made the cheerleader squad, her sex starved teammates, members of the football team, her brother the geek, her voyeuristic father, her mother the real estate agent, her mother’s clients and all of their explorations of a wilder side they never knew existed. The story will unfold in several parts, each one as erotic as the next. Enjoy!

Chapter 7 – Gang Bang Bus

Sunday night Gloria went up to Sarah’s room to have a mother to daughter chat. Jim was working the evening shift at the hospital and Russ was studying at a friend’s house. When Gloria walked in to her room she was writing in her diary. Sarah quickly slammed it shut.

“Hi sweetheart. How are things with you? You know when I was a girl your age I kept a diary. I think it’s important.”

The two of them talked mother to daughter stuff. Sarah was very careful what she said about boys and how she was enjoying being a cheerleader. Her mother kept telling her it was perfectly normal to have sexual feelings about boys. It was learning to control those feelings that were important. She also said it was okay to experiment and that she shouldn’t feel guilty about it. Sarah listened, but mostly had an image stuck in her mind of her mom sucking her father’s cum coated cock after he had fucked her.

Sarah finally said she wanted to take a long hot bath. Gloria told her she was glad they talked. As Sarah started getting ready for her bath, Gloria saw the diary on the bed. When Sarah left for the bathroom Gloria sat down and opened it. It was only right for a mother to know what her daughter was up to she told herself.

It didn’t take her long to find the passages outlining her recent sexual exploits. Gloria smiled as she read about the night with Brad. It reminded her of her own youth. She was shocked to learn about Sarah’s exploits in the pantry, but then she remembered a particular frat party where she got drunk. Jim still didn’t know about that. Even Sarah’s lesbian adventures she accepted. Gloria had similar feelings about her roommate but never acted on them.

What shocked her most were the entries about Jim fucking her friend Jill right in their own house, and her sexual experience with her brother Russ. She quickly forgave Jim because of what she was doing with Jason. In fact, that made it even in some ways. But her own brother. That wasn’t right.

Gloria should have been upset enough to confront her daughter immediately. Instead her pussy was leaking copious amounts of cream into her panties. She realized that she wasn’t angry with Sarah. She was envious of her daughter’s sexual appetite. Gloria also knew that she had harbored impure thoughts about her son on more than one occasion. The thought of Sarah with her lips wrapped around his cock had her heart beating fast.

Gloria took a deep breath to regain her composure and opened to the last entry which was only a few days ago. She was almost afraid at what other gems might be in store for her.

September 27

Diary, I’m becoming someone I don’t trust. And it’s not just because of my date with Brad, what happened in the pantry, the night at Jill’s or even what I did with Russ. I think about sex all the time. It consumes me. This weekend it was all around me. It started at the big game on Saturday. I was really disappointed that my father couldn’t be there. I adore my father and wanted to make him proud to see me in front of everyone in my cheerleader outfit. That’s part of the problem, Diary. I know he finds me attractive because of the looks he’s been giving me lately, and it makes me feel sexy. I’ve had impure thoughts about my father ever since that night I saw him with mom, and even more so after watching him have sex with Jill. It scares me.

Anyway, after the game, which we won, I got to ride on the team bus with the rest of the girls. Normally the coach didn’t let us, but this was a big victory over a powerhouse team. For some reason the bus I was on was only for students over 18. Jill, Susan, Rachael and Gina sat in the back two rows of the bus. I sat one seat up with Brad and across from Sasha and Carl who had been going together for a long time. It was late afternoon when they started the long journey home. I felt Brad put his arm around me and pulled me close. I looked across at Carl and Sasha. They were already kissing each other as if they were alone. I was a little self conscious when Brad kissed me, but realized only my friends in the back could really see. Besides, I liked kissing Brad and the bus was a good safe place to do it. When his hand moved up to my breast I pulled it away. I told him we should wait until later because someone will see. He said I should tell that to my friends in the back of the bus.

I looked behind me and was shocked at what I saw. Gina, who was right behind us, had her top up over her breasts. illegal bahis The guy she was with was sucking on them and had his hand in her panties. Across from her Rachael was stroking the penis of the guy sharing her seat. She had her legs spread and wasn’t wearing panties. He was pushing his fingers into her. In the very back Susan’s head was bobbing up and down on the lap of the boy she was with. Jill was facing me and bouncing up and down in one of the player’s lap while he fondled her naked breasts. I told Brad that I couldn’t believe they were having sex right here on the bus in front of everyone. He said that the coaches up front knew exactly what was going on in the back and that they wouldn’t bother us.

I continued to stare in disbelief at my friends. I watched Gina open her seat mate’s trousers and pull out his penis. She slid over onto his lap, lifting up and leaning forward holding onto the back of the seat. Gina’s face was less than a foot from mine. Our eyes locked. I watched Gina slowly lower herself. An expression of pure lust spread across her face. She started talking while looking at me… “Oooohhh… oh god… oh god that feels good… aaaaahhhhh…” Gina continued to stare into my eyes. She was moving up and down, grinding herself against him. I knew he was inside her. Her partner’s hands smothered her large breasts. I tried to imagine what she was feeling. I reached out and put my hand over Gina’s as if that would give me a closer connection. She continued talking dirty looking right at me… “Oh god …his cock feels so good in my pussy. It’s so hard and big. I can feel it pushing up into my belly, filling me, thrusting, fucking… oooohhhhh… I’m going to cum.”

Gina put her hand on my arm. Her fingers dug into my flesh. Short gasps escaped from her throat. She bit her lower lip. Her eyes pleaded with me. Gina’s entire body started shaking. She tried to suppress her squeals to little avail. A loud grunt came from her partner as he slammed up into her and jerked her body upward. Gina was still talking dirty… “Oh fuck… he’s squirting his cum inside me… I can feel it… oh god…. UUUNNNGGHHHH… AAAAHHHHHH…” Gina’s was out of control. She continued to squeal and bounce up and down until she was drained of energy. She finally slid off him. He stood, adjusted his trousers and headed up front.

The guy with Susan stood and was zipping his jeans as he walked forward. Three new guys went to the back of the bus. Billy, a great big tackle, slid in next to Gina. I was leaking like crazy. My panties were soaked. It was almost as if I had lived the experience with Gina without reaching my peak. I was on my knees facing the back of the seat. I looked over at Brad who was smiling at me. He could see the lust in my eyes. His hand touched the back of my thigh. His fingers curled around it and slid up between my legs. I knew this was all wrong but I was helpless to stop it. I was aching to be touched. My legs spread apart inviting his hand to go higher.

Through the haze of my mind I heard Jill cry out and someone roar in a loud grunt. I saw Rachael pull the guy she was sucking from her mouth. He sprayed her face with ribbons of semen. Brad’s fingers slipped under my cheerleader skirt and peeled my soaked panties down over my cheeks until they were stretched between my thighs. He rubbed his hand across the creamy skin of my bottom tracing his fingertips down the crevice between the two spheres. His fingers slid between my legs until they touched the searing flesh of my moist opening. I held my breath. I gasped when one Brad’s finger pushed between the moist folds of my sex and dipped into my opening. The tension in my tummy was electric. I gripped the back of the seat and squealed when his finger pushed up into my steamy chamber. Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was exploding.

Through the haze of my release I saw Rachael move to the back of the bus and slowly impale herself onto the boy below her. I could see clearly as his hard shaft disappeared into her body. I gasped when I realized that it was her backside that had been penetrated. Standing in the aisle in front of her was another boy who stepped up and pushed into her sex from the front. Next to her Susan was bouncing up and down on the boy below her and sucking on another boy standing on the seat in front of her. On the other side of Rachael, Jill was on her knees facing the back of the bus. A tall football player wedged himself in behind her. I heard these shocking words from her mouth… “Fuck my ass. I want it up the ass”

I was on the edge of another huge explosion from Brad’s finger which slowly moved in and out of my juicy passage. Every nerve ending in my body was alive. My legs were shaking. I was holding on to the edge with each gasp, afraid to let the pressure building in my belly rip me apart. Gina pulled her mouth from the huge meaty shaft she had been slobbering all over. She moved over onto Billy’s lap rubbing him up and down between her legs as she wrapped her hand around his huge girth. She looked at my contorted face and illegal bahis siteleri saw the desperation in my eyes. I barely heard her words… “Ooooo… someone’s about to cum. Do you mind if I slip Billy’s cock into my pussy while I watch?”

I found myself staring at Gina’s naked sex which had been completely shaved of all hair. It swelled from between her legs like two halves of a peach. She raised up until she could guide Billy’s bulging manhood to her pink petals. I watched as Gina’s swollen mound split apart from Billy’s enormous girth pushing through the opening. I couldn’t hold back much longer, particularly as I watched Billy slowly disappear inside Gina’s body. Brad chose this precise moment to push a second finger into my quivering sex hole. He twisted them around inside me creating a pressure that couldn’t be contained. The explosion started deep in my belly and quickly rippled through my body. A high pitched squeal burst from my lungs. I could feel the walls of my sex clench Brad’s fingers. Juices started squirting from inside me almost as if I were peeing.

As I was catching my breath, I surveyed the scene in the back of the bus. Rachael had her legs wrapped around the guy on top of her who was steadily pounding into her body from above while the boy below her pushed in and out of her backside. Susan was still servicing two boys at the same time and Jill had a boy doing her in the butt. Across the aisle Carl had Sasha pinned to the back of the seat with her legs up over his shoulders. I could see his hard penis repeatedly sliding in and out of her body while they kissed. In front of me Gina was grinding hard on Billy while pulling on her nipples. Susan got her face sprayed from the boy she was sucking. White goo dripped from her nose and chin. Another boy climbed into the seat in front of her and slid his manhood between her lips.

Jill screamed out when the guy behind her grunted and filled her with his stuff. The boy on top of Rachael pulled out quickly and shoved his shaft between her lips just as he started to spray. She swallowed every drop of his semen and started rubbing her sex. Rachael screamed and thrashed around on the boy in her backside. He grabbed her breasts and grunted. I could see the veins of his manhood pulsing as his creamy essence filled her dark passage. Several more players scrambled into the back seat. This time Jill took on two guys, one in each of her holes. Susan was now sucking two guys at the same time while a new one slid under her and entered her body. Rachael stood in the aisle with one player in front of her and one behind. She bent over and sucked a penis into her mouth. I watched as the boy behind her pushed into her backside which was leaking her previous partner’s stuff. Just then Sasha shrieked as she lost control. Carl slowed his pace until Sasha caught her breath then continued thrusting into her.

I looked over at Brad and realized he had pulled his swollen manhood out of his jeans. Did he expect me to do something? I certainly wasn’t going to have sex with him. Not here, not like this. After all, I was still a virgin. If we were alone I would gladly do him with my mouth, but I was too embarrassed even though everyone else was having sex. I looked away and out the window in an attempt to hide hoping the situation would go away. Then I heard Gina’s voice… “Come on Brad, get up here. I’ll help you with your little problem.” I wanted to put my hands over my ears and hide. This wasn’t right… none of it. Still I was incredibly turned on. My body still tingled from my earlier explosion. Watching all my friends having sex had me throbbing between the legs. I felt this strong need to be filled. I felt Brad moving beside me. I knew what was going to happen. Maybe if I didn’t look it wouldn’t happen.

When I heard the loud sucking and slurping sounds, I could no longer pretend. I opened my eyes and slowly turned my head. Brad was standing on the seat and holding on to the luggage rack. Gina had his hardness firmly planted between her lips with her hand wrapped around the base stroking and twisting it. I stared with my mouth open wishing it was my mouth around him and pissed that I didn’t have the nerve to do it. Brad didn’t last long. I watched the veins bulge from his hard meat as it swelled between Gina’s lips. He grabbed her head and grunted. I saw his manhood pulse each time it blasted seed into Gina’s mouth. A bead of white dribbled down her chin when he finally pulled out. Gina opened her mouth and looked at me. A pool of semen filled the bottom and covered her tongue. I couldn’t believe what she said next… “Wanna share?”

This is crazy, thought I, but yes… yes I did want to share. I wanted to taste Brad’s spunk in the worst way. I moved my face closer to Gina’s and opened my mouth. Our lips met. She was so soft and sensuous. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around as I tasted Brad’s bodily fluids. Gina used her tongue to feed me. Then I fed her back. The kiss continued on and on as we shared Brad’s taste. She started canlı bahis siteleri moaning into my mouth. I heard Billy roar like a lion as he slammed up into her hard. Gina was shaking and jerking but clamped her hand behind my head and kept my lips pressed to hers. She finally pulled away gasping hard in short quick breaths.

She sat back and looked down between her legs… “Look, Billy’s cum is spilling from my pussy.” I looked down. Billy was still buried deep inside her body. The lips of her sex were spread wide from his girth. Out the sides white goo was oozing down his shaft and over his thighs. She reached down and scooped up his stuff with a finger which she licked clean. She scooped up some more and offered it to me. I sucked Gina’s finger into my mouth. I loved the taste of it. My body was on fire. All shame had dissipated. I was ready to do anything. Thoughts of two and three guys ravishing my body had me dripping with need.

Fortunately the bus pulled in to the school parking lot just then or god knows what I might have done. The girls quickly pulled their cheerleader uniforms back in place and cleaned themselves the best they could. As they stepped off the bus the head coach thanked each of us for our tremendous support of the team. I waved at daddy and ran to get in the car. That’s when the trouble really started. I don’t have time to write about it now, but I have to tell you about it Diary. I can’t keep it all bottled up inside me.

Sarah

Gloria was exhausted. She didn’t have time to think about the references to Jim. Her panties were completely soaked. Her nipples pressed into her bra. She needed to get fucked and soon. She closed the diary and left Sarah’s room just before she emerged from her bath. Gloria ran downstairs and called Jason.

“Hi. It’s Gloria. Look, there’s something I want to check in the house just to make sure it won’t be a problem. Do you think you can meet me there? Twenty minutes? Okay, I’ll see you then.”

Twenty minutes seemed like an eternity. She decided to get there early and be waiting for him naked in the round bed.

Chapter 8 – Like Sister Like Mother

On Monday night Russ was doing homework in his room when Sarah opened his door. He hadn’t been alone with her since she gave him the blowjob last Thursday. She was still wearing her cheerleader outfit because of team pictures that afternoon. She didn’t beat around the bush about what she wanted.

“Look, Russ, mom and dad are downstairs watching a movie so I think we’re safe if we do it fast. Take off your pants and get up on the bed.”

Sarah stepped out of her panties. She straddled Russ’ head and lowered her pussy to his mouth. Then she leaned forward and sucked his cock into her mouth. Russ licked and slurped her pussy as she humped his face. His nose was pressed between her ass cheeks. Sarah had her lips pressed to his pubes and was massaging his cock with her throat. After a minute or so she pulled off him and stroked him with her hand.

“Put your fingers in me… oh god yes… now lick a little lower… right there… aaahhhhh… yeeeessssss…ohmygod… ooohhhhhhh… lick me big brother.. lick my pussy… oh god I’m gonna… oh god… UUUNNNNGGGHHH…”

Juices gushed from Sarah’s pussy into Russ’ mouth and over his lips and chin. She bucked hard against his face mashing her pussy into his mouth. At last her orgasm passed. Sarah hardly lost a beat and immediately engulfed Russ’ cock back into her mouth. She attacked it much more aggressively sucking it hard and deep. Her face bobbed up and down in a flurry. Her spit coated his cock and drooled from his balls.

Russ felt his balls tighten and his cock swell. He could feel all his energy concentrated in his groin. He thrust up into her mouth. A flood of cum splashed against her tongue. Sarah clamped her lips tightly around him and sucked copious quantities of cream from his cock.

She loved the taste and feel of thick cum. When he was spent she sat up with a mouthful of his creamy seed and let it drool over her lower lip. She looked right at Russ as several beads drooled onto her cheerleader top. She wiped her lips and swallowed the rest then kissed her brother on the mouth. She felt him start to grow hard again and was tempted for more but it was too dangerous.

“Got to go, brother. Next time we can… you know… fuck.”

Sarah grabbed her panties and ran out the door. Gloria barely ducked out of sight. She had come upstairs to get some slippers when she heard them in Russ’ room. Gloria watched everything through a crack in the door while rubbing her pussy. She drooled over Russ’ cock as it slid in and out of her daughter’s mouth.

Visions of Sarah’s pussy pressed against her lips also excited Gloria. She knew it was all wrong, but thinking about it didn’t hurt anyone… did it? She did know one thing. When she went back downstairs Jim was going to get fucked. She desperately needed a cock in her pussy.

The next afternoon Russ came home from school and changed into gym shorts to go running. As he passed by Sarah’s room it dawned on him that no one else was home. He was dying to read more from Sarah’s diary. It was in the lockbox, but he was able to break the code with a little patience. He sat down on the bed and started to read.

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Norm, my next-door neighbor recently wrote me,

“I have no further use for you.
You are a used woman.”

His words turn me on wildly; when he speaks to me that way, my heart melts away. My legs part wide immediately, my ass dilates instinctively, my clit dances with joy, and my mouth opens up to take in his small cock. Little does Norm know that I am training my 22-year old daughter to be a slut and one day service Norm, too. I call her “Kitten” and I make her write me what she really would want. She saw THE CHAIR in the basement one day and wanted one for herself. This is what she wrote, and now I share for Norm’s masturbation tonight:

Mommy darling!

Daddy is always so loving and so caring! Daddy is always helping Mommy when Mommy is loving kitten. Daddy fastens kitten’s leash and helps Mommy tie kitten’s arms behind her back. Daddy helps Mommy tie kitten’s ankles down if that is what Mommy feels like seeing. Daddy hold’s kitten’s legs nicely raised and widely parted if that is what Mommy wants. Daddy holds kitten’s back arched all the way back, knees wide apart and legs touching the pillow so Mommy can get deeper and fuller penetration when Mommy fucks kitten’s tight pussy deeply inside with her massive strap-on.

Kitten often begs Mommy to let kitten watch Mommy and Daddy fuck. But Mommy always says, “No, kitten, you are not ready to watch us. It is not healthy for you – yet.” Kitten obediently purrs, waiting for desperately for permission one day. Kitten, tied down on the bed for the night hears them in the adjacent room, going at it all night, happy and oblivious to her anxious desires.

Daddy is so handy! Daddy made a perfect plaster of Paris casting of his huge cock. Daddy poured it into a mold and made a perfect replica of his cock of in semi-rigid rubber, complete and perfect down to its finest details, ridges and veins and foreskin and peephole, all just perfectly detailed. Daddy also made a second replica in harder rubber, only this one to scale three times larger, three times longer and thicker than his already-huge cock. For every inch of length and width and girth of his cock, Daddy made it three times bigger. Only that on this replica, Daddy made the ridges and veins and ribbing deeper, more pronounced, even bolder so that kitten feels every nuance.

Daddy firmly attached both on kitten’s high chair. The smaller, exact replica of his cock is towards the front; the huge one about an inch behind. Daddy knows exactly where to place them!

Kitten comes illegal bahis home to find Mommy cooking a delicious meal. Kitten cannot wait to savor such a sumptuous banquet. Mommy is such a wonderful cook! She knows what kitten likes most, and just how to make it! Kitten admires Mommy moving about the kitchen. Mommy is huge and she moves with such effortless grace all over the kitchen. Kitten admires the splendid enormity of Mommy’s breasts heaving about, her huge behind and thighs taking up most of kitten’s field of sight, her generous laughter ringing throughout the house and beyond, past the yard and onto the street.

Kitten is famished, “Mommy, may we eat now?”

Mommy laughs, “Kitten slut, this is dinner: we have guests coming over! I have something else for you for lunch! Be a darling and take the butter to the table.”

Kitten takes a stick of butter out of the refrigerator and goes to the dining room. The sight is ominous. Kitten sees her high chair. Mommy took it out of kitten’s bedroom and placed it at the dining table, next to where Mommy sits. Kitten knows what that means. And even if kitten had not already known, the two dildo replicas of Daddy’s huge cock that attached are a clear reminder.

Kitten freezes right where she is standing, stick of butter in hand. Mommy comes out of the kitchen, laughing, patting her huge hands dry on her apron. “Kitten, it’s time for lunch. You know what to do, don’t you, my slut?”

Kitten lowers her head and nods obediently. Mommy laughs then gets very stern, “Kitten, hold your head up high and look at me, slut! Now, get started. Strip – totally naked – right this very minute; now!”

Kitten undresses, folds her clothes neatly, letting Mommy sniff her panties to show how wet kitten is. Mommy approves. Kitten kneels on all fours, using her hands to spread her ass cheeks wide open, letting Mommy get a perfect view of her anus. Mommy approves and hands kitten the stick of butter. Kitten knows what she is expected to do next. Mommy has raised her to be a good girl.

Stick of butter in her trembling hand, kitten butters her anus. Over and over again, sliding the stick of soft butter, teasing it in deeper and deeper, she awaits for to Mommy say, “Enough, slut.”

With wobbly legs, kitten approaches her high chair. No matter how often Mommy has made kitten do this, her legs tremble and wobble. She struggles to get up on the high chair. Mommy is starting to lose her patience, “Kitten, are you going to be a big girl and do it illegal bahis siteleri alone? Or do you want me to call Daddy to help you do it?”

Kitten starts to sob: she can do it all alone today. She mounts the high chair’s top rung and starts to lower herself. At first, she lowers herself slowly. When kitten feels the tip of the huge dildo touch her anus, she freezes. Kitten stares at Mommy. The icy stare in return tells kitten all she needs to know.

Slowly, kitten starts to impale herself on the huge dildo. The butter eases the penetration. Kitten feels every deep ridge, every vein, every enlarged detail of daddy’s cock as it makes its way deeper and deeper up her ass. About ten inches down, kitten feels the deliciously welcome touch of the perfect casting of daddy’s cock touch her pussy. Kitten moans and drops herself all the way down onto the seat!

Mommy is happy that kitten is thus doubly impaled on the high chair. Mommy reaches through the opening in the back to touch and make sure kitten is fully pressing down with her own weight. Satisfied, Mommy ties kitten’s ankles to the legs of the high chair to keep kitten from closing her legs or getting off the high chair. Kitten feels helpless. Helpless like the little baby she truly is in Mommy’s eyes.

Mommy goes to the kitchen and returns with a bowl of pureed baby food. Mommy made it especially for kitten. Mommy has the feeding spoon in one hand. Kitten knows all too well what is in the other hand. Mommy looks lovingly at kitten, “Ready for lunch, my slut?”

Kitten returns her loving glance, sighs deeply, and nods.

In her other hand, Mommy is holding a remote control with two pushbuttons, one that Daddy boldly marked “A” and the other is marked “P”. Mommy presses the “A” button. The remote control sets the huge anal dildo vibrating and pulsating wildly deep up kitten’s ass!

Kitten gasps, opening her mouth wide open. Mommy smiles and feeds kitten’s open mouth a spoonful of pureed baby food. Yes, Kitten is already 22 years old and Mommy still feeds her baby food to make her subservient. Kitten swallows. Mommy smiles again and presses the “P” button. The smaller dildo in kitten’s pussy purrs softly. Kitten moans happily, moving about a bit on the high chair. It feels so good!

Mommy lets the first spoonful go down and resumes the cycle: “A” button, kitten gasps and opens wide; “P” button and kitten swallows and purrs. Again and again, the cycle gets repeated until kitten has finished. “The whole bowl,” canlı bahis siteleri Mommy exclaims in admiration, “Kitten must have been hungry!”

Just then Daddy gets home from work and walks in, seeing kitten on her high chair. Kissing Mommy on the mouth, Daddy asks, “Kitten was a good girl at lunch today?”

Mommy nods, “Very good, indeed! Now it’s time for her bottle and them to bed for her afternoon nap! Daddy, will you please help me with kitten?”

Mommy opens her blouse and loosens her feeding bra. Out come Mommy’s absolutely, impossibly enormous breasts that kitten wants to have when she grows up. Mommy passes the remote control to Daddy and gets close to kitten. Gently, carefully Mommy positions her left – Mommy always starts with the left – nipple next to kitten’s mouth.

“Suck my tits, slut!” Mommy sternly orders kitten.

With Daddy randomly pushing the “A” button, the “P” button, or both at the same time, holding one or the other pushed in longer or shorter times, kitten is going out of her mind. Mommy is tweaking and twisting and twirling kitten’s tiny nipples in every direction. Both replicas of daddy’s huge cock inside her, one just to perfect scale up her tight pussy; the other, much bigger up her ass, kitten is doing her very best to breastfeed from Mommy, to please Mommy with her behavior, and to retain her mental sanity as she climaxes over and over and over again until she is about to collapse from a sexually nervous meltdown.

Daddy helps kitten out of her high chair. Kitten barely has the strength to moan very softly as the two dildos leave her. Daddy carries kitten up to her room and lays kitten gently down on her bed, tying kitten down for her nap lest kitten touch herself in her sleep.

Mommy comes to the room, admiring kitten in her state of complete sexual exhaustion. Gently stroking kitten’s very wet hair, she kisses her lightly on the lips. Kitten purrs almost indistinctly. As Daddy brings the high chair back into the room and dries the seat off from kitten’s incessant torrent of vaginal squirt, Mommy turns and smiles. “No need for a bedtime story today. She is out like a light. Such a good girl. She makes me proud!”

Daddy agrees and leads by Mommy the hand to their bedroom to fuck Mommy’s brains out. Kitten was pretending she was asleep. Instead, she tiptoes out of her room and through the crack in the door of her parents’ bedroom she admires Daddy fucking Mommy like there is no tomorrow. Screams and moans and groans and pleas are a symphony of orgasmic proportions in kitten’s ears. Her eyes wide open, she masturbates furiously, her widely dilated pussy and ass wanting to be filled again and again.

Thank you, Mommy!

Norm, I love you, too. And I mean it…

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Selam arkadaşlar size türbanlı kızı nasıl bozup içine boşaldığımı anlatacağım iyi okumalar.
Biz aile şekilde maddi durumu olduca iyi bir aileyiz ve bu durumdan dolayı her yaz uzun süreliğine aile olarak lüx otellere gideriz,Bu yaz her zamankinden biraz geç kalmıştık ve oteller full doluydu, en sonunda kemer de bir otel bulabildik, ultra herşey dahil.
ama otelde 2 oda mevcuttu ve odalarda iki kişilik bir tek yatak vardı.
Biz de mecburi olarak kabul ettik, Bir odada annem ve babam , başka odada körpecik kardeşim Semiha ile ben kalıcaktım.
Herşeyi hazırladık ve yola koyulduk.
Otele vardık eşyalarımızla birlikte odalarımıza geçtik, Semiha odaya girince yatağa baktı ve daha sonra bana bakarak kirli kirli gülerek , abi bu yatakta ikimiz mi yatacağız dedi, bende anlam veremedim lakin , sence ? istersen ben yerde yatayım diyerek ima ettim, oda ” olur m.
abi yanımda yat,birlikte sarılır uyuruz” diyerek gene gülümsedi,Her neyse eşyaları yerleştirdik maltepe escort , akşam yemeği sonrası herkez kafasına göre takıldı ve odalarımıza geçtik.
Yaz ayı olması itibarı ile ne kadar odada klima dahi olsa hava çok sıcaktı benim üzerimde hiç birşey yoktur altımda sadece boxerim vardı, Semiha ise yalnızca sütyen ve altında tangası ile girdi yanıma,ve o kalçasını resmen sikime doğru değdiriyordu, ben geri çekildikte esniyor bu gibi yapıp götünü tam sikimin üzerine bastırıyordu, bir zaman sonra benimde hoşuma gitmişti ve sikim kazık bu gibi olmuştu, bir zaman sonra Semiha dan beklemediğim bir hareket geldi, elini sikime atarak ” hadi ama abi sende istiyordun sok şunu bundan sonra içime ” diyerek gözlerime baktı.
Ben şok olmuştum daha yanıt bile vermeden dudaklarıma yapıştı,adeta emiyor sömürüyordu.
Bende elimle vucudunu okşuyor bir yandanda kendime bastırıyordum,derken Semiha birden üzerime çıktı, kalmış olan sikimi eliyle tutup amının ağzına dayadı ve yavaş yavaş üstüne oturdu, pendik escort amının içi yanıyordu, tamamı içine girdiğinde derin bir of çekti, bende belinden tutarak kardeşimi zıplata zıplata sikmeye başladım, bir zaman sonra bu pozisyondan sıkılmış olmalı ki kendini yatağa attı, bende ayağa kalktım,Yakatığın ucuna doğru çekerek domalttım, omuzlarından yalayarak amına kadar indim, amı vıcık vıcık su olmuştu , daha sonra kalkmış olan sikimi amının suyunun etkisi ile birden içine soktum, kalçalarından turarak sacını çekerek sikmeye başladım, kardeşim zevkten yorganı tırmalıyordu, daha sonra cıkartıp bütün spermlerimi beline boşalttım ve yığıldım yanına, “sen neymişsin be abi” diyerek gülümsedi, tatil bizim için yeni başlıyordu.
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Bir süre bekledim ve gelip aldılar içmeye başladılar bir süre sonra arkadan yavaşça yaklaştım ve ikisi de uyuyordu hemen ipi getirdim ve arkadaşımı bağladım yavaşça yenge yaklaştım türbanı hala bağlı adam altında kısacık etekli bir elbise vardı siyah kartal escort çorapları şeffaftı yavaşça memelerini açtım ve emmeye başladım.
Kız gözlerini açtı ve ne yapıyorsun sen dedi sus biraz eğleneceğiz dedim o an sersem halde aşkım diye bağırıyordu adam uyandı ama hareket edemiyordu ne yapıyorsun şerefsiz herif çöz beni diyordu ben siklemeden amcığını yalamaya başlamıştım.
Çorabı yırttım ve sikmeye başladım inliyordu ama kız bir yandan ağlıyordu sokmama için baya çırpınmış olsa da çok geçti sokmuştum ve baya hızlı sokup çıkarıyordum.
Arkadaşım yerinde çırpınıyor bana baya sövüyordu.
Altıma aldım sikiyordum kızın ağzını kapıyordum fazla bağırmasın diye sertçe sokuyordum gözlerinden düşen yaşları pek umursamadan sikiyordum.
Baya zevk alıyordu ama istemiyordu türbanını sertçe çekerek yurttum saçları toplu saçını çekerek domaltıp götüne sokmaya başladım tabi bunun etkisi ile büyüyen gözleri ve artan inlemeleri arkadaşımı daha çok sinir ediyordu.
Şak şak diye sikiyordum kullarını arkadan bağlamıştım.
Baya sert sikerek azdırıyordum.
Tatmin oluyordu ve oldukça zevk alıyordu.
Ve sonunda kızın içine boşaldım ve istediğimi almıştım çünkü daracık amın açılışını yapıp içine istediğim gibi boşalmıştım.
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