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This is a continuation of the Aunt Hester Stays for a Visit story

About a week had passed since Hester had come to stay with Bill and Rita and it had been an adjustment for everyone. Rita was clearly developing into a control person and she had Hester right in the palm of her hand. The change in Rita was both a concern and a blessing for Bill. He worried that she may lose some of her sweet nature but at the same time he wanted her to be more forceful and to exercise a bit of power, something she had never done before. He often wondered whether things between Rita and Derek would have turned out differently if she had confronted Derek early on in their marriage. But the past was the past and he was glad to have Rita back in his house.

Bill stood in the shower rinsing the soap off his lean body. He had the house to himself this morning and he was going to enjoy the solitude. His peaceful morning was interrupted as Rita opened the door to the shower. Bill didn’t move as the water cascaded down his chest.

“Daddy, I was getting ready to go when they called me that the office had a power failure and everyone has the day off so I don’t have to work today.”

“Ok. I’ll be out in a minute and we can have breakfast.”

“I see something I want to eat right now”, commented Rita. “Daddy you need a shave. Your cock looks so much better when it is freshly shaved. Don’t move and I’ll be right back.” Bill remained where he was and anxiously waited for Rita to return. She quickly removed her clothes, everything but her panties of course, and returned to Bill’s room.

“I see you already started but you need some soap because a dry shave will only result in a nasty cut. I know from experience.” Rita took the soft soap and quickly lathered her daddy’s cock until it began to fatten up and get hard. “There that will make things a lot easier.”

Bill resumed shaving along the shaft of his cock in long slow strokes. He held his stiff hard prick against his stomach as he ran the razor around his balls. Bill’s cock was normally completely smooth and hair free but for some reason he had neglected to keep it trim for several days.

“Can I help?” asked Rita. I want to give it my personal attention and I can get into all the nooks and crannies that you may miss.” Bill handed her the razor and stepped out of the shower. She led him to the bed where she placed a towel for him to lay on. Rita made sure that she had plenty of cream because she wanted him very smooth. Rita loved the look and feel of a hairless cock, but not just the cock and balls. She liked the whole abdomen to be completely smooth. Rita worked quickly but not too fast because she didn’t want any mistakes. She gave the occasional kiss or tongue flick to Bill’s cock and was pleased to see it jerk in response.

“Open your legs wide so I can get the hairs around your cute ass.” Bill complied and Rita used her fingers to spread some cream between the cheeks of his ass. She lingered there for a minute and gently massaged and probed his tight little anus. Rita slid one finger into Bill’s ass as she shaved around the small puckered hole. He lay back and moaned softly as her finger fucked his ass in short slow strokes.

“Somebody like his ass played with”, Rita said mischievously. Once she finished shaving around his ass she took a warm wet cloth and wiped the remaining soap off Bill’s smooth and hairless crotch. His cock was ataşehir escort bayan now hard and ready for her more intimate attention and she rolled on her back as Bill straddled her head resting his naked balls on Rita’s waiting mouth. Rita ran her tongue over his lovely balls taking them into her mouth and sucking greedily on each one. She tilted her head back and stuck her tongue into the crack of his ass. Bill gasped when she did this because he loved it so much.

“Do you like that Daddy? Do you like it when I lick your ass?” Bill’s puckered hole was pink and tight and Rita could not resist putting a finger in her mouth and then shoving it in his ass hole. Bill’s ass tightened around her finger and he arched his back as she planted wet kisses on the cheeks of his soft bum. Pulling his cheeks wide apart, Rita shoved the tip of her tongue into his tight back door. She licked and probed Bill’s asshole and ran her tongue up to his tightly packed balls kissing each in turn. Lingering there for a minute she sucked on his balls as her fingers continued to explore his anus.

“Yes baby girl suck my balls, fuck me with your finger, I want to cum.” Bill was passed trying to keep from cumming and he shot a large creamy load of sperm all over his stomach. Settling back on the bed, the fresh cum pooled around his cock leaking between his thighs. Rita not missing a beat licked the cum off his cock and from the crack of his ass. Bill was exhausted and he closed his eyes and his legs were so weak he was afraid that he would collapse if he tried to stand.

As he slowly recovered he looked around for Rita but she had disappeared. Her panties lay in a ball beside him and he picked them up to savour the feel of the soft sensual material and the wet strong smell of her excited pussy. He loved that smell, the obvious arousal of a woman in the heat of sexual desire. Rita always soaked her panties and he often wondered just how wet she may get if her pussy was teased for a long time and she achieved the ultimate orgasm. Would her pussy unleash a flood of wet wonderful pussy cum? Would her cunt squirt its juice as his cock shot out its cum? He dearly wanted to find out and he promised himself that he would do it soon.

After jumping back in the shower to quickly rinse off the soap and cum he dressed and went down stairs. Rita was already there along with Hester who was making a fresh pot of coffee. Bill sat down and all three quietly waited for the coffee to finish brewing. Hester casually asked what everyone had planned for the day but neither Bill nor Rita had any plans.

“Since none of us has any commitments today I’d like to propose going on a picnic.”

Rita exclaimed, “That’s a great idea. I’d love to get out of the city, go for a walk in the woods and just relax in the countryside.”

Bill added his agreement and the three of them rushed around packing food, utensils, drinks and napkins. Rita and Hester went to change into shorts and tops while Bill finished loading the car. He went back into the house expecting to see the girls ready to leave but they were still upstairs. Bill went up to Rita’s bedroom but she wasn’t there. Then he heard soft voices coming from Hester’s room. Quietly he opened the door just enough to peek inside. What he saw both surprised him and thrilled him at the same time.

There was Rita and Hester locked in a kissing embrace. Bill couldn’t escort kadıöy take his eyes off the two women. They were oblivious to everything around them and had no idea that Bill was watching. The kiss continued and blossomed into a warm sensual and erotic moment. Bill closed the door and went back down stairs so they would not see him. He didn’t know if they wanted to keep this a secret just between the two of them or if it was something spontaneous and they may be embarrassed or regret that it had happened. Whatever the reason, Bill wouldn’t pry into their privacy. He actually hoped that they were attracted to each other and that they would include him in their play time. It is every man’s fantasy to see what he saw and he wanted a lot more if he could get it.

Bill opened the front door and closed it heavily then called for the girls. “Hurry or we’ll never get this picnic underway.” Hester and Rita hurried down the stairs giggling and smiling as they scooted past him and climbed into the car. Bill pulled out of the driveway and soon they were out of the city and spent the next hour looking for a nice secluded spot where they could just relax and not worry about being interrupted. Bill spotted a dirt road that led into a copse of trees. As they followed the rough dirt track they passed the cluster of trees and then as if by magic they were in a small meadow surrounded by a thick wall of woods. Perfect!

Bill pulled over and the girls leaped out of the car and ran like children around the small field. Bill unloaded the blankets, the food and wine along with a small radio for a bit of soft music as they ate their lunch. As he arranged they blankets Bill glanced over at Rita and Hester who were giggling and grabbing each other playfully. He called them over and they knelt down on the blankets eager to break open the food and wine.

“Who want a glass of wine?” asked Bill as he handed each a plastic cup. “Not the most classy but this is a hasty picnic and I only brought the basics.” They settled down for some simple conversation and a few sandwiches. The time passed slowly but soon they were finished and Rita lay back on the blanket, her skirt rising above her waist. “No panties again I see”, said Bill with a smile.

Hester looked at Rita’s smooth and plump pussy licking her lips as if to say ‘I want that for dessert’. Rita grinned and then proceeded to remove all her clothes. She stood up and walked over to the edge of the path spread her legs and began to pee. A stream of golden piss shot out of Rita’s wet and excited pussy. She must have needed to go for some time because it arched high and the stream went on for at least 10 seconds until it slowed to a dribble and ran down the inside of her thighs. Rita placed one hand on her wet cunt and spread her pussy wide and the final drops of piss leaked out and down her fingers.

“I have been holding that in since we started lunch but I just had to go.”

Hester was visibly excited and said, “That look so hot. I want to piss too. Will you watch me pee?” Hester didn’t wait for an answer. She quickly removed her shorts and panties squatted down and spread her legs wide. It took a minute but soon she let a stream of wet piss flow from her inflamed pussy soaking the ground beside the blanket. Bill and Rita knelt in front of her telling Hester how hot and sexy it was to watch her peeing. When she finished Hester stood and removed maltepe escort the rest of her clothes so that she was as naked as Rita. Bill thought he was in heaven. Here he was with two beautiful women who would do anything he asked.

“Ok Bill now it’s your turn”, said Hester. “We showed you ours so now you have to show us yours.”

“I need someone to hold my cock while I pee. Who wants to have the honour?”

Both women pleaded to be the one to hold his cock and finally Bill said, “How about both of you, that way no one is left out. Hester, you cup my balls and slip your thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and Rita you hold it closer to the tip.”

The girls knelt on either side and Hester grabbed Bill’s smooth balls and took hold of his cock. Rita used her fingers to hold him just below his fat purple cock head. Rita couldn’t resist giving his cock a few strokes and Hester started to massage his balls. Bill’s cock started to swell and soon it was hard and sticking straight up.

“This will make it hard to piss”, said Bill. “I don’t know if I can.”

Rita continued to stroke his cock telling him how hot it would be to watch him pee. After a few minutes a slow stream of yellow pee started to escape from Bill’s cock. The slow flow turned into a powerful geyser and Rita and Hester squealed with delight. Rita used her other hand to play with the stream of piss and she moved Bill’s cock back and forth so that the stream resembled a garden hose watering the lawn. After a minute the piss stopped and a few drops remained on the tip of his swollen cock. Rita leaned forward and licked the piss drops off his cock and then took him into her mouth. She sucked on his cock as Hester massaged his balls. It felt like heaven but Bill wanted to slow things down.

“Rita, Hester I want you to kneel down beside each other so I can see you wonderful behinds.”

The women did as he asked and the sight before him was so erotic that he could barely stop himself from mounting those wonderful asses. Bill ran his hands over each cheek, slipping his fingers between them to stroke and fondle the wet and excited pussies that were so prominently on display. Rita moaned loudly and Hester reached up to spread her ass wide so that Bill could insert several fingers into her open cunt.

Bill worked each pussy with his talented fingers until the two women cried out together in a loud and simultaneous orgasm. His hands were soaked in pussy cum and he licked his fingers clean savouring the taste of the two women.

After they had recovered he announced that it was now his turn. Rita and Hester were eager to share in his pleasure and they went to work on his hard cock. They took turns sucking and licking his hard shaft and soft balls. Rita really liked to suck his balls taking each one into her willing mouth. Hester meanwhile focused her attention on the head of his cock licking around the crown and taking as much as she could into her mouth.

Looking down Bill was thoroughly enjoying the sight of these two hot women sucking on his cock. He knew that he would soon cum but he wanted this moment to last forever. The familiar feeling deep in his balls started to take hold. He was close and he wanted to warn them but he couldn’t hold it. He came sending jets of sticky sperm all over their grinning faces.

They fell into a tangled mass of hot naked bodies and remained still for a long time. After they rested they dressed, packed the car and drove home. The drive back was quiet and each was content. As they pulled into the driveway they saw someone sitting on the front steps. Hester gasped, “Susan” she said. “She’s early.”

To be continued

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A few days after my 34th birthday, nearly old enough to have made a second lap through school, I actually did find myself standing inside my old high school.

It was Career Day, and someone had tracked me down on Facebook and asked if I would come speak to some students about my fairly boring business job. This combined a bunch of things I don’t really care for: public speaking, school, kids… Yet, here I was.

Why? Mrs. Williams.

She had been my favorite teacher and to this day was my fantasy woman. Her almost-olive skin, her dark curly hair, her body…. God, her body. She was not one of those rail-thin starved looking types. She wasn’t fat, not at all, but she had curves that she couldn’t quite hide.

The round curve of her ass inside her skirts. The amazing breasts not quite covered up by her blouses. Her legs, down to her just very slightly chubby calves. (Yeah, her body was by far my biggest subject of study in school.)

So, that’s how it was that I found myself outside the open door to her empty classroom. I could see her sitting at her desk. I knocked and she got up to greet me, the recognition in her eyes immediate. “Hey! What are you doing here!”

She was in her mid 50’s now, but, she was still completely stunning. There were streaks of grey in her hair, but it was still long and curly. Maybe she had a few more wrinkles, but her smile still lit up the room. She was maybe 15 pounds heavier, but, that just made the parts of her I lusted after a bit bigger.

I remembered to speak. “Hi, Mrs. Williams! I’m here for Career Day, and you were like the best teacher of all time, and I didn’t want to leave without getting to see you and tell you again how much you meant to me.”

“Well, thank you! That’s very sweet,” she replied. “And you don’t have to call me Mrs. Williams anymore, you know?”

“Oh, I want to,” I replied immediately, and perhaps too enthusiastically. She raised an eyebrow at this but didn’t say anything.

“So, what have you been up to?” she asked.

“The usual, I guess. Found a good company, and I’ve made it up the ranks there. Met someone, got married, got a house and a car. No kids. We have pets, though.”

“That’s nice. I’m glad to see you found someone and settled down. ataşehir escort bayan I could never figure out why you didn’t have dozens of girlfriends back in the day. I know that they were interested.”

I blushed. “I guess I was too hung up on an unattainable dream to pay much attention to them, Mrs. Williams.”

“Are you sure you want to call me Mrs. Williams? I’m not even sure why anybody calls me that, anymore.” She paused, then muttered, ” He’s probably in his office screwing his secretary as we speak.” As soon as it was out she put her hand to her mouth, as if trying to block it.

I responded without thinking. “I’d be surprised to find out my wife wanted to do that with anybody at all, really.”

The moment hung quietly between us for what seemed like forever.

Reeling a bit, my heart racing, I just told her the truth. “I can’t imagine someone being so dumb as to do that to someone like you. You are and always were the most beautiful, most amazing woman I’ve ever known.”

She bit her lip and stood there for a few beats, looking like she was making a decision. Then, without another word, she grabbed my hand, lead me inside the walk-in supply closet in the back of the room, and kissed me. Like, really kissed me.

Feeling like I was in a dream, I decided to go for it all.

I dropped directly to my knees in front of her, kissing both of her calves and making my way upward, alternating legs as I kissed the insides of her thighs. As I reached my goal, I noticed that her black lace panties were already wet.

I put my lips on them, sucking the cotton material in to my mouth, tasting her. I released them and reached up, pushing them to the side with my hand, revealing her thick, wet pussy lips.

I formed a seal around them with my mouth and sucked the folds up in, running my tongue up and down rapidly over them. As she clamped her thighs around my head I pushed forward with my tongue, getting as far inside her as I could. She tasted amazing!

Loosening her thighs just a bit, she grabbed the back of my head and started pushing and pulling, directing my speed and depth as I tongue fucked her pussy.

I slid my hands under her panties, grabbing her large, round, beautiful ass. I escort kadıöy squeezed hard, than ran a finger down the crack, rubbing circles around her asshole.

She yelled “Uh!” and then nearly whispered “I… Cum…. I’m cumming,” obviously trying to keep her voice down. Her thighs clamped on my head again, holding me in place as her juices squirted all over my face. I drank in as much of them as I could.

When she released me enough that I could speak, I went for the biggest dream. “Please turn around and let me kiss your ass.”

She spun and faced the wall. Dipping back under her skirt, I pulled down on her panties, freeing her ass. As she stepped out of the panties, I grabbed her legs and spread them apart. She leaned forward a bit, emphasizing her incredibly sexy, child-bearing hips and put her hands against the wall.

For literally decades, I’d dreamed about her ass. And now, here it was, in real life, inches away.

I kissed my way up and down her ass crack, hearing her gasp as my lips passed over her asshole.

“Nobody… has ever done this….. to me…… before,” she moaned, between gasps.

I probed her asshole with my tongue, pushing forward desperately until it slipped inside. I pushed my face further in to her ass, getting my tongue as deep as it could go, then started to move it in and out very slowly, causing her to go crazy.

“Oh god… your tongue is in my ass…. my ass…hole… Oh…. fuck….”

I reached around and started rubbing her clit roughly, nibbling lightly on her asshole from time to time as I continued to fuck her ass with my tongue.

She went rigid and pushed back hard with her ass as she came again, this time screaming out my name. I hoped the classroom next door was empty, although part of me wanted everyone to hear.

When she finally quieted, I stood up behind her, reaching around to unbutton her blouse and pulling it off. I unhooked her bra in the back, then grabbed the front and pulled it down, cupping as much of her huge tits as my hands could hold, squeezing them and pulling on her nipples.

I spun her around to face me and dove forward towards them, taking one nipple in to my mouth as I squeezed the other tit. She reached down and unbuckled maltepe escort my pants, pushing them to the floor.

I bit down hard on her nipple and she hissed “YESSS…” as I switched to the other one, biting again.

I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around me as I lowered her on to my cock. Her pussy was soaked, and unbelievably tight for a mother of three and grandmother of two.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time,” I told her.

She squeezed me with her legs and said, “Make your dream come true.”

I began to move her up and down my cock slowly, always pausing as I was almost out of her, and dropping her back down. I could feel her cervix holding me back on each stroke, and I was trying to get inside of it.

Mrs. Williams was muttering my name telling me to fuck her over and over again, as I slid in and out of her pussy.

By this point I was bouncing her up and down as hard as I could, desperate to cum inside my dream woman. It was obvious I wasn’t going to last much longer.

She leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “Cum in me. Cum in your teacher. Please!”

That was all I could take.

“Oh god, Mrs. Williams! I’m…. I’m cumming! oh fuck… MRS. WILLIAMS! I’M CUMMING IN YOU!”

I strained to push in to her as she squeezed her legs around me tightly, and I finally got past her cervix, both of us working to get every drop of my cum inside her womb.

“God… god.. Cumming in you. Oh, fuck, Mrs. Williams… This is so much better than I’d even dreamed of.”

As we came down, we kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as we continued to hold each other tightly, my cock still deep inside of her. We were interrupted by a ringing bell.

Mrs. Williams broke off the kiss. “Oh shit, I have class this period!”

I slid out of her and returned her to the floor, and we struggled to get our clothes on in a rush. As we emerged from the supply closet, thankfully before any students had arrived, I noticed that her blouse was misbuttoned. Pushing her against the wall to fix it, I stole one last kiss and moved away from her as students started to file in.

“Thanks for stopping by to say hello,” she said to me. “I’ll be in the city next weekend for a continuing ed seminar. Maybe I’ll see you around?”

As I started to head out the door, I paused to watch as she walked back to her desk, admiring how her ass swayed gently from side to side as she moved. Old habits die hard, I guess.

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My fingers slid smoothly over the beard that covered my chin as I knelt on the sideline and thought. I glanced over my shoulder and looked at the faces of my players as they sat there on the bench and watched the events of the final regular season game unfold. I turned away from them and looked up at the scoreboard to see that the score hadn’t changed any since the last time I looked at it. We were still down by ten with five and some change left to play in the fourth.

My competitive side was telling me to win the damn thing even though it was a meaningless game. It wasn’t a big deal if we lost. We had already secured the number one spot in the district tournament that would start on Monday. Losing would mean we wouldn’t finish undefeated in the regular season.

I glanced at the girls again. Taylor was focused on the game and trying to give direction from the bench. Nikki and Tessa talked and pointed about something. Tracy yawned and covered her mouth as she saw me looking and smiled. Bree was at the far end of the bench getting a drink. The five of them had been sitting here for most of the third and all of the fourth thus far. I was giving them a rest so they would be ready for Monday.

I stood and turned to them. “What do you think girls? Do you want to win this game and finish undefeated or should we let the underclassmen finish it out and take the loss?”

Taylor spoke quickly. “I’d like to win and finish the season perfect.”

The rest of the girls agreed and added their two cents in as they echoed what Taylor had already said.

“Alright,” I sighed as I glanced at the clock again. “The next stoppage in play, you five get back in there. If you girls don’t have this lead cut in half by the two minute mark I’m pulling you out and we will take the loss.”

“Two minutes,” Nikki half joked. “It’ll be tied up by the three minute mark.”

“Fine,” I smiled. “If not, its extra leapers tomorrow.”

“Let’s go,” Taylor called as they left the bench and headed to the scorer’s table to check in.

It took another possession for the ball to bounce out of bounds and stop the clock. There was four and some change left on the clock now as my starting five returned to the floor and attempted to make good on their promise.

“Texas,” I called and twirled my hand around.

Taylor repeated my call as I turned to Rob. “Hey, get me the grease board please. I just thought of something.”

I turned back to see Taylor slide to the left of her defender and take the three. It flipped the net and cut the lead to seven. She barked out orders for a full court press with the trap. I turned back to Rob as he grumbled about something then pushed the chair out of the way to reach the board. I heard the distant sound of something pop then a shrill cry of pain. I turned to see what the commotion was about but the lights in gym went out. All I could see was the dim red exit light at the far end of the gym before that faded away too.

I could hear a voice calling my name in the distance. I tried to stand and move towards the sound but I couldn’t get myself going. I couldn’t stand, my legs seamed helpless as I tried to go but nothing was happening. It was the last thing I could remember happening to me.

*

“Mr. Tillman.” The voice registered in the back of my mind as somebody spoke. The voice seemed so distant and muffled. It was like I was underwater and somebody was shouting my name from the surface. It echoed before it faded away.

“We are going to pull the breathing tube shortly. You might feel some discomfort as we remove it.”

Silence filled my head now. I could hear the voice but my mind didn’t understand what was being said. There was no conscious thought or understanding right now. There was just the thinnest sliver of light entering my eyes as I tried to open them.

“Do you really think they can hear you?” another voice asked.

“I don’t know?” came the reply. “I’ve been doing this for a long time, maybe it’s more of a habit to say it then anything.”

“I like to think they can,” another voice said.

“Are we ready?”

“Ready when you are, Nancy.”

“Alright, Mr. Tillman. You might feel some discomfort, just relax and it will be over in just a second.”

Whatever they did, I didn’t feel anything. The sliver of light was gone now, just blackness surrounded me as I heard the voice for the last time.

“You are doing good Mr. Tillman. Just breathe for me. Keep breathing…”

*

“Mr. Tillman, I’m here to check your vitals,” I heard echoing through my head again. “I will be done in a minute.”

My eyes opened to the blurry image of someone standing near me. I couldn’t make out skin color, eye color, hair color, or what she was wearing. The only thing I knew for certain was she was a female by the sound of her voice. It was like I was still underwater in a pool with my eyes open trying to see somebody from ten feet away.

I didn’t panic at the feeling of not knowing. It was the euphoric feeling I had been through a few times in my life after I had woken ataşehir escort up from the surgeries. Everything was slow and peaceful right now. You couldn’t take in much of your surroundings, you just knew you were waking up. I blinked a few more times and tried to get my vision to clear up further.

“Nurse Nancy,” I heard. “He’s waking up, his eyes are open and he’s blinking.”

I heard footsteps faintly until they grew louder. They stopped right next to me before another soft voice called my name.

“Mr. Tillman, can you understand me? Squeeze my fingers if you can understand me.”

I felt her fingers touch the palm of my hand and rest there for a moment. My fingers moved and curled around hers to give my answer.

“Go make the call Gertrud,” she ordered. “She will be thrilled he is starting to wake up.”

“Mr. Tillman? Are you still with me?”

I squeezed again.

“Ok Mr. Tillman,” she cheered. “You were…”

I faded before she finished. I shut my eyes and drifted off.

*

Conscious thought filled my mind as I opened my eyes again. This time my vision was clearer and I could take in where I was and my surroundings. My eyes focused on the ceiling first as the sounds of the machines beeped around me. I glanced around more and saw the source of the noise next to my bed. I followed the cords that hung from it back to my body.

It registered now that I was in the hospital. I had no idea why I was here and how I had gotten here. I was afraid now. Why was I here? What had happened to me and why was I here? I thought I was at a basketball game but now I was here. It confused and agitated me as I moved my hands and looked down at them. I had to get out of here. What the hell was going on? My arms felt so heavy right now, like I was strapped to the bed even though I wasn’t. Why can’t I move?

The machine next to my bed started to beep faster as my pulse quickened. Come on arms, move! I tried again and got one to slide across my body and touch the IV line that was in my arm. I couldn’t coordinate my fingers enough to grab the line though. That made my pulse race more and the machine beep quicker. There was a shadow in the doorway as I tried to get my fingers to function and pull the cord.

“Mr. Tillman,” I heard a voice. “Please don’t pull that out.”

I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her. She gave me a soft smile as she came to the bedside now and put her hand on mine.

“I’m glad you are awake,” she smiled still.

I looked up at her and gave my own soft smile. I didn’t know why I was smiling really. I was still scared to death. She moved my arm back to my side so I would stop trying to pull the IV out.

“Do you know where you are Mr. Tillman?” she questioned.

I didn’t give a response. My eyes searched the room as I took in more of what was around me. She must have taken my silence as my answer.

“You are in the hospital,” she answered. “You were in a pretty bad car accident a few days ago. You’ve been in a coma for about a week now. You suffered a pretty serious blow to the head.”

I nodded softly as I processed the information she was telling me.

“You started waking up yesterday so we pulled the tube to see if you were going to breathe on your own. You might be in and out for the next day or so as you continue to recover and come out of it. You will probably be very sore from the accident too.”

I nodded again and looked around the room a little more.

“I’m going to take a set of vitals while I’m here.”

It finally started to sink in about what she had said to me. I was in a car accident. How the hell did that happen? I thought I was in the gym watching a basketball game. How the hell did I end up in a car? I glanced to my side as she wrapped the cuff around my arm and started pumping it up to take a pressure. I saw a picture in a frame. I couldn’t make out who it was other than the brown hair. My first thought was Taylor. Fuck, was Taylor ok? What happened to her? Was she with me in the car?

“Taylor?” I grumbled. My throat was very scratchy and weak. It barely came out.

“I’m sorry,” the nurse said.

My first thought was she was sorry she had to tell me some bad news. She was going to tell me something horrible had happened to Taylor. How could that be? I just went through…

“I didn’t hear you, Mr. Tillman,” she said breaking my thoughts. “Can you say that again?”

“Taylor?” I grunted a little more clearly this time.

“No, my name is Nancy.”

“The picture,” I groaned. “Her? Taylor?”

“Oh, the picture. That’s Teagan.”

“Teagan?” I asked confused.

“Yes,” she smiled. “That’s your wife, Teagan. Do you remember her?”

I nodded yes as she pulled the cuff off my arm and went around the bed to get the picture. She brought it closer to my face and let me look at it. Yeah, it was her. It left me very confused though. I thought she was gone and Taylor and I were…

“She should be in first thing in the morning,” the nurse spoke. “She’s been here every day waiting kadıköy escort bayan for you to wake up.”

I nodded and looked at the picture again. It didn’t look familiar to me but I knew it was without a doubt Teagan. I was very confused now. Teagan was gone. How could she be coming to see me in the morning?

“Alright Mr. Tillman,” the nurse spoke. “I have to make my rounds. Please don’t pull the IV out. I really don’t feel like sticking you again.”

I shook my head. “No,” I said weakly. “Taylor?”

“Mr. Tillman,” she said calmly. “I don’t know about a Taylor. Is she somebody you know?”

“Yes,” I said quickly. “Where is she?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I’m not always assigned to this floor so I’m not sure who has been in to visit you other than Teagan. Teagan is your wife, you remember her, don’t you?”

I nodded but sighed at the same time.

“Let me go and ask the other nurses and maybe they can help me,” she offered. “I’ll be right back.”

I nodded and started thinking as she left my room. How the hell could Teagan be coming to see me in the morning? I tried to process everything but I couldn’t at the moment. I was still doped up and everything was slow and clouded in my mind. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew this wasn’t a dream but I couldn’t bring it full circle to understand how it wasn’t. Maybe I was dead and this was the afterlife. This sure wasn’t the way they made it sound in Sunday school. I pictured things differently. Before I knew it I was out again.

*

I woke up sometime later with somebody softly touching my face. My eyes opened and blinked to clear the sleep from them before I focused on the person sitting with me in bed.

“Jake? It’s me baby.”

I knew that voice from anywhere. It was that soft and calm voice that had been a part of my life for so long now. It scared me now. I blinked hard and focused on her face.

“Teagan?” I asked.

“Yes baby,” she cheered. “It’s me, I’m here. I’m right here.”

I studied her clear green eyes as she looked right back at mine. They started to cloud with tears as she smiled and spoke again.

“You were in an accident, baby,” she continued. “You’ve been in a coma for a week now. They said it might take a little while for things to come back.”

“Am I dead?”

“No,” she smiled softly. “You are alive. You are just in the hospital.”

“What about you?” I asked confused. “Are you dead?”

“No,” she said softly. “I’m just fine.”

“But you were with me in the car.”

“No baby,” she sighed. “I wasn’t with you.”

“But… I thought…”

“How is he doing?” the nurse asked as she walked in.

“He just woke up and has been asking some questions,” Teagan replied. “He seems very confused.”

“That’s very normal,” the nurse offered. “When somebody goes into a coma it takes some time for things to come back. The accident itself might be giving him some short term memory loss. Hopefully, it will come back in the coming days. He had a lot of activity in his brain when we did the MRIs on him so that’s always a good sign. The swelling has gone down which is why he’s coming out of it.”

“Do you remember how you got here, Mr. Tillman?” she asked me now.

“I don’t recall,” I said faintly. My eyes were getting heavy and I was slowly starting to drift again.

“Do you remember anything leading up to the car accident?”

“I …don’t …recall.” I drifted again.

*

When I awoke again the room was dark and empty. It was just me and the machines again. My mind immediately went to Teagan. Had she really been here? I looked around the room and noticed everything was the same as it was when she was here. She had to have been here. But how? I thought she was gone.

I lay there confused as I tried to think hard about the past. I couldn’t comprehend anything at this point. I could remember what had happened with me and Taylor. But given the current situation and Teagan being here earlier I wasn’t even sure if that was real or if this was real. Where the hell was Taylor? Was she ok? Better yet, what day was it? How long had I been sleeping? How long had I been out?

I looked around the room again to try and find something that would help. A calendar, a newspaper, a date on the grease board, a clock, anything that might help. I found a clock on the far wall that read 1135. Under that was the grease board with some notes on it. I shifted in bed to try and sit up a little more so I could read it. My whole body ached as pain shot through my bones with the move. I gave up on that quickly and returned to thinking and trying to decipher the mystery.

I lay there going in circles for a long time. Why couldn’t I remember? What the hell was going on? Thinking about it only left me with more questions. It wore me out too. Maybe if I just went to sleep everything might be fixed. What was fixed though? I ran through everything in my head again but couldn’t find the answers. Even the stuff with Taylor over the past few months was becoming fuzzy. I came escort maltepe to the conclusion that I just wanted an answer. Why was I here and who was I with?

*

I heard footsteps just outside my door as I woke up. I looked around and noticed I was still in the hospital so sleeping obviously didn’t fix anything. My mind felt a little clearer though and I could process more. The beeps were clearer, I could read who manufactured the equipment that I was attached to now. I felt better, more alert than before, but nothing was making sense. Was I dreaming now or was I dreaming before?

The nurse walked through the door and saw me laying there with my eyes open looking around. She smiled as she rounded the bed to get closer to me.

“Good morning,” she smiled. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“I don’t know,” I said softly. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel.”

“Hopefully better than yesterday,” she offered.

“More confused,” I replied. “Or still confused.”

“You were in an accident…”

“Yeah,” I groaned. “I’ve been told that and I remember that. I don’t know how I got here. I thought I was at the gym. How the hell did I end up here?”

“Short term memory lose is common when you lose consciousness,” she offered.

“What day is it?”

“Well,” she sighed. “Let me think a minute. It’s October the eighth.”

October eighth I thought. That really doesn’t make sense. Basketball wouldn’t have even started yet. How could I have been at the gym at a game?

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said confidently.

“How long have I been out?”

“You’ve been here for eight days now.”

“Gosh,” I sighed.

She started to say something but I cut her off. “Are you sure it’s October?”

“That’s what my phone says,” she answered.

“Hum,” I sighed again.

“What day do you think it is?” she asked.

“Are you sure I’ve been out for just a week?” I asked. “Feels like a lot longer if I can remember correctly.”

“What can you remember?” she asked.

I thought for a second. I dug deep into my mind now and tried to think. I was afraid to answer given that I could have sworn I saw Teagan yesterday. It was a brief moment but it felt real.

“I don’t know,” I sighed. “Is it possible…to dream while you are out?”

“There have been quite a few cases where patients say they have had vivid dreams while they were out. Others say they felt like they were in a peaceful sleep. Dreaming is possible.”

“It sure wasn’t peaceful,” I offered.

“Well,” she softly smiled.

“Was there anyone else in the car with me?” I asked. “I thought I remembered somebody else in the car with me.”

“As far as I know you were alone. Unless you had somebody in the car and they walked away before the fire department got there. But from what I heard you had to be removed from the car with the Jaws of Life.”

So I was alone I thought. I continued to think now. If I wasn’t at the gym with Taylor and Teagan wasn’t with me in the car, they both should be fine. But…was that reality or was my mind trying to trick me again?

“Who has been here to see me?”

“A lot of people, Mr. Tillman. There are a lot of people that want to see you get better and walk out of here.”

“Like who?” I almost begged now.

“Well, your wife Teagan, umm… Thom, Tammy, Taylor, Tessa, Rob, Gary, and a few others. I think a few players from your team were here too. They left you some cards over there if you want to read them.”

“Taylor was here? When?”

“Yesterday, but you were sleeping.”

“Why didn’t somebody wake me up?”

“You need your rest,” she giggled a little. “Doctors’ orders.”

I sighed in frustration but I did feel better that she was here. At least she wasn’t hurt.

“I’m sure they will be in today,” she offered.

“I hope.”

“They will,” she smiled. “They have all been very worried about you.”

“Yeah, I’m worried about me too.”

“You should make a full recovery. You will be sore for a few days but you should be fine once you get out of here.”

“That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Oh?” she questioned.

I sighed before explaining. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing. From what I can recall, even though it’s fuzzy, I can’t remember Teagan being in it. I mean, I know who she is and I know that she is my wife but I can’t think back over what I’ve seen and find her in it. It’s very unsettling and frustrating.”

“Short term memory loss is common,” she offered. “When they get here you can talk with them and maybe something they say will trigger a memory and it will come back.”

“There wasn’t anyone else in the car with me?” I asked again. “Teagan or Taylor?”

“No sir,” she sighed. “It was just you.”

I still couldn’t fully wrap my mind around everything. Teagan passing away and me finding Taylor seamed real even though I somehow knew it wasn’t. But I couldn’t convince myself just yet. I had to see it for myself. I had to touch it, feel it, ask questions and get some hard facts before I could dismiss the doubt I had in the back of my mind. I wanted one of them here to give me the facts so I could put the puzzle together and move forward. The nurse was helpful but not the right kind of helpful. My patients was growing thin.

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Gary knocked on the Harris’ front door and waited. He knew Amber was there with Lance; He and Lance had planned for it. Amber’s parents had gone out for the night to some society function and they would have the evening to themselves.

Amber opened the door and stared at Gary, perplexed. “Hey,” She said, making a bit of a face, “What are you doing here?” She didn’t care much for Gary. She treated him about the same way Lance had treated him until last week. Everything changed last week. Soon it would change for Amber.

“Hi,” Gary said, throwing out his best award winning smile, “Lance asked me to stop by and give you this.” He held out his hand, the hand holding the onyx ring, and watched her eyes sparkle. Just like a magpie, he thought to himself. The minute she sees a treasure that’s all she thinks of.

Amber reached her hand out. “Lance got this for me?” She asked as her fingers brushed the band. Her hand snapped closed as if struck by a spasm from an electrical jolt and snatched the ring. Instantly her eyes glazed over and the smile fell from her face.

“Actually,” Gary said, half smiling, “He got you for me. Move out of the way and let me in.”

Amber backed up swinging the door wide open so Gary could enter. He stepped into the family room and told Amber to close the door and sit on the couch. She stepped over to the couch, her hand still tightly gripping the ring.

“Lance!” Gary yelled, “Come down here.” Gary walked over to the sofa and stared at Amber. This would be another new experience and one he deserved. Amber had been a real bitch to him over the years. How lucky he was that she was Lance’s girlfriend. It was a double bonus! He squatted down in front of Amber as Lance trotted down the stairs to stand next to him, his hand on Gary’s shoulder. He leaned over and gave Gary a kiss on the cheek as Gary began to speak to Amber.

“Amber,” Gary began, “I am going to let you have control of you vocal cords. You will not scream. You will not be able to move any other part of your body except your eyes unless I tell you you can. Do you understand?”

Amber’s eyes looked into Gary’s. “Yes…..Wh-what is going on? Why did Lance kiss you?”

Gary could hear the fright in Amber’s voice and his ataşehir escort heart took a quick leap. “Amber, Lance and I are lovers. We want you to join us,” He said quietly, watching for any type of a reaction.

“You’ve lost your mind.” She said, “Lance is my man and I would never want to even touch you let alone be a part of something sick like that.”

Gary could see the sweat building on her brow as she struggled to free herself to no avail. Gary stood up. “Lance,” He said, smiling, “Suck my cock.”

Lance immediately positioned himself in front of Gary and dropped to his knees. He practically ripped Gary’s pants off of him and took his cock into his mouth. He bobbed his head back and forth, twirling his tongue over Gary’s now throbbing cock as he moaned, ecstatic.

Gary watched Amber’s eyes pop wide. If she was free right now her mouth would be hanging open, he thought.

“Th-this can’t be happening. Lance would never,” Her voice trailed off. She couldn’t say he would never. Here he was, eagerly gobbling away.

“Amber, look at me,” Gary said. Amber’s eyes popped up to his. “While I am talking you will stare at Lance. You will watch him taking my cock. The longer you watch the more excited you will get. You can see the pleasure he is giving me and you will ache to please me as well. Every cell in your being will begin to surge with desire. You will obey my every command. You will not ever try to resist me. You will return to your own personality but you will never treat me badly again. As a matter of fact you will crave my company. You will make me your new best friend. You will confide everything to me, asking for my opinions, ideas, etc. When I tell you what I think you will take it to heart and decide that is the best course of action. Any time I wish I can return you to this state without the use of the ring. All I will have to do is tell you to return to it. When I take the ring from you you will have complete control of your faculties but what I just told you will remain in effect from this day forward. Do you understand?”

While Gary spoke Amber stared at him. Then she turned her eyes to the back of Lance’s head. She began to watch Lance taking his cock in and out of his mouth and she started sweating even more. Gary could see passion beginning to burn in her eyes. “Yes,” She whispered,” I understand. Please let me cum.”

Gary could kadıköy escort bayan see near panic in her eyes. He reached over and plucked the ring from her hand. She collapsed back on the sofa, still staring at Lance, her hips gyrating in synch to his head thrusts around my cock. She gasped and sat up. “Make Lance stop,” She begged, “Let me take his place, please.”

Gary smiled. “Lance, let Amber have some,” He said.

Lance got up and moved aside, clearly displeased. Amber quickly dropped to her knees and crawled to my cock.Gary turned his body long ways to the sofa to give her more room and to allow Lance an area to work in. Amber quickly wrapped her lips around his cock. She slurped greedily. She could not take all his cock in her mouth but she tried with all her might.

“Amber,” Gary began, “It seems like such a waste, you sucking my cock and your pussy being so wet. I think we should let Lance enjoy that side of you for a bit.”

Amber stopped slurping and looked up. She looked a little irritated at being interrupted but she quickly recovered. “That would be a wonderful idea,” She said, eyes gleaming, “You are right, my pussy is very wet and I am so horny.” She tipped her head down and resumed sucking but she hoisted her ass higher up to show Lance what he was missing.

Gary nodded his head at Lance and he quickly dropped his pants and got behind her. He lifted her skirt up onto her back and tore her panties away. His cock was very small compared to mine but he knew how to use it. He slipped it into her wet pussy quickly and she immediately began to thrust against him as she sucked my cock. She built up a rhythm around the two of use to maximize her thrust. It was amazing.

After about ten minutes Gary asked Amber to stop sucking him. She pulled back frowning. He asked her to take the rest of her clothes off but at no time was Lance to slip out of her wet pussy. He told Lance that he was not to slip out as well. It was great watching him move from side to side to keep from sliding out while she struggled to slowly remove her top and bra without dislodging him. While they did this Gary removed the rest of his clothing. When they were finished he told Lance to pull out.

He could see why jock Lance wanted a girl like Amber. She came from a well to do family. She was built like no woman Gary had ever seen on the internet. Her breasts stood escort maltepe out proud and firm from her body, her stomach was well muscled yet flat. And her ass, so soft and plush.

He made myself comfortable in a recliner and told Amber to come and sit on his lap with her back against him. He positioned himself so that his cock would slide up between her legs along the crack of her ass. He told Lance to get on top of them and use the armrests to support their weight. Gary told him to slide his cock into Amber’s pussy and pump very slowly.

They perched on the edge of the seat to allow Lance more working room. Amber began to moan immediately, working her hips forward and trying to wiggle her ass around Gary’s cock as well.Gary began to whisper in her ear.

“Lance’s cock is very small,” He said,his lips brushing her ear as she tipped her head back. Her body lost it’s rhythm for a half a second.

“Yes,” She said, her words coming out in a ragged breath, “Yes, it is. I never looked at it before.”

“Mine is much larger,” Gary said, “I know you love the way Lance feels inside you. Wouldn’t it feel much better if you had a bigger cock inside you?” He waited for the anticipated response.

Amber thrust harder against Lance while he continued to pump slowly into her. Abruptly she stopped and pushed him off of her. She turned around on the chair so she was facing me. Gary could feel her pussy dripping wet against his cock as she spun around. The throbbing was getting painful.

“I want to feel that hard cock inside me,” She moaned into my ear, “Let me have that giant cock. Let me cum all over it.” She threw her head back as she said this and worked the lips of her pussy along the head of my hard on.

Gary told Lance to sit there and watch and not to pleasure himself unless he told him he could. He looked unhappy but he would wait. He wanted me to be happy. Gary slid the head of his cock down into Amber’s wetness.

It was incredible. It was different from the sex he had with Lance. Where Lance was tight and dry Amber was a little looser and dripping wet. It felt different inside her than it felt in him. Not better, just different.

Amber was gyrating like a wild animal now, her hips thrusting hard against me as I felt my cock jerk with the rising orgasm. “Cum now,” He panted to Amber.

“Aaaah,” She began to scream, “Oh God, I am coming! Your cock is so big!!!”

Her hips jerked one more time and she collapsed against me. Gary heard the sound of a car door and raised his head. He told Lance to look out the window and see what was going on. He looked from then window to Gary, fear on his face.

“Her parents are home.”

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My mom had been out at the bar, where she always was. My friend Crystal had come over to help me pack and to celebrate our final goodbye for a while. Crystal had brought some supplies for making cocktails and we were quite inebriated by the time that she left. I walked her out to her car and we said our goodbyes. I told her she shouldn’t drive home, but she insisted. I was stumbling back to the apartment and saw Mr. Roper sitting outside on a folding chair.

“You’re up late Mr. Roper,” I said. The meager patio lighting seemed to accentuate his long scraggly eyebrows and the age spots on his wrinkly little forehead.

“Yes, Hannah, well, I heard you outside and I was hoping to catch you. I was wondering if you could help me with something?”

“Of course!” I told my sweet old neighbor. He was so frail and always needed help with something. I didn’t mind helping him. He stood up carefully, positioning his cane for support, and walked slowly into his apartment. I followed. By the time we made it inside, he was quite exhausted and needed to sit down. I sat too.

I had been in his apartment several times but this time was different. He had managed to drag out every picture and piece of memorabilia that he had of his wife and family. He noticed me looking and started talking about them. It wasn’t long before he began to tear up.

“Mr. Roper, are you okay?” I asked.

He silently sobbed. “Today would have been our 69th anniversary,” he said to me. “Do you know that we had 6 boys? And they have kids and those kids have kids and altogether I have 40 something great-grandchildren that I’ve mostly never even met.” He blew his nose loudly and continued. “I’ve been so lonely since her passing, but my time on this Earth is growing short and I can’t wait to be with my wife, Edith, again.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I said.

“Do you have kids?” He asked between sniffles.

“No. I’m only 19.”

“Edith and I were 19 when our first son was born, but times were different then. We were already married.”

I decided to focus on the positive. “It sounds like your marriage was full of love. Six kids? Wow!”

“It wasn’t always great.” He replied, “I haven’t been able to get an erection since the mid 60’s.”

“Oh, Mr. Roper… I don’t think that’s any of my business.”

He continued. “You see every year on our anniversary I would make love to her using a cucumber.”

“Well um… I’m glad the two of you are able to find something that works for you.” I said, trying to stifle my giggling.

“Yes, it sure did. She was quite satisfied.”

“Um, excuse me Mr. Roper, but you said that you had something that you needed help with?”

“Yes, I did. I was hoping that you can help me get a bottle open.” He slowly rose and made his way to the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door and soon he returned with a plastic grocery bag. He sat it on the coffee table. In his other hand, he held two glasses. He then reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of wine. “This was Edith’s favorite. Can you help me open it?”

It was very sweet of him to continue to celebrate his wife like this, so I obliged. He poured each of us a glass and I took a sip it was delicious. I complimented him on the wine.

He continued telling me about his wife and all the beautiful reasons that he loved her. We drank and talked and my heart was filled with admiration for the love that he shared with his wife. As he poured the last of the bottle into my glass he looked at me embarrassed He stumbled a bit on his words and finally he said ” Hannah… I was wondering if you would… let me put the cucumber in you tonight?” He looked ataşehir escort terribly uncomfortable and I felt sorry for him. “I just miss her so much and I feel it’s the only way to honor our anniversary”

“Oh Mr. Roper I don’t think that would be a good idea” I stammered.

“Hannah that was terribly hard for me to be able to ask you. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t trust you. Please think about it. You’re about to leave the state, aren’t you? I may never see you again.” He begged.

I thought about it, this poor old man with this simple request. He wasn’t asking for much just a few minutes to reconnect with his wife. I took a long hard look at this pathetic old man, longing for a shred of something from his good old days. Clearly, I’d had too much to drink and my judgment was impaired so I blurted out “Sure, what the hell.” I chuckled nervously.

His face lit up and I could see that he was the happiest man on Earth at that very moment. It was then that I realized that the grocery bag on the coffee table contained said cucumber.

He told me to go into his bedroom and in the bottom drawer of the dresser, I would find Edith’s nightgown. He asked me if I would please put it on and get under the covers. I laughed at how crazy it was that I would even consider such a thing, but at that moment I cared about very little, except for getting out of town away from my mom.

I went into his bedroom that smelled of stale air, mothballs and Bengay. I found the nightgown exactly where he said it would be. I took off all my clothes and slipped the nightgown over my head. It was a very modest floor length garment with long sleeves, lace around the neck and each wrist, and buttons down the front. It was printed with tiny pink flowers and definitely showed it’s age. I climbed under the covers and waited nervously, feeling silly. A moment later I heard him lightly rapping at the door with his cane and I said he could come in. He also looked very nervous, but happy.

“You are doing me a great favor tonight Hannah. I will forever be in your debt.” He said.

I didn’t know how to respond, so I laid silently, pulling the covers up to my neck.

The change in position brought about some dizziness, no thanks to the alcohol. Before I knew it, I felt something on my wrist and looked over and saw Mr. Roper standing beside me. He had tied some pantyhose around my left wrist and was tying the other end to the bedpost.

“Mr. Roper? What are you doing!?” I exclaimed.

He just looked at me pathetically. His nose had never looked so big as from this angle. “Please humor an old man won’t you?” he begged as he finished his knot.

I just rolled my eyes and chuckled and handed the gentle old man my other wrist. He walked around to the other side of the bed and tied it to the post in the same way as I laughed nervously.

To preserve my modesty he sat at the end of the bed and carefully folded the blanket up so my feet were exposed. He asked me to bend my knees and put my feet flat on the bed, so I did. He positions the blanket and the nightgown on my knees in such a way to make a cloth wall between us, momentarily reminiscent of a trip to the OBGYN. Then, when I felt his old wrinkly hands push against my inner thighs I jumped, suddenly spooked at the reality of what was happening. The anticipation of being touched sexually and already made me aroused and he wasted no time pressing the cold vegetable against my entrance. I was startled again and my knees jerk together. In response, his withered old hands gently pushed my thighs back open. He shushed me, even though I hadn’t made a sound. He returned the vegetable to my kadıköy escort bayan hungry body and pressed it firmly against me, coaxing my wet opening to consent to an intrusion. I let out a gasp and tensed again. This time I felt his thumb against my clit and my head dropped back in pleasure as I reveled in the sensation. I had no idea he would do such a thing, but at that moment I dropped all my inhibitions and let it happen. He worked on me for several seconds, quickly bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I delighted in the sweet balance of pleasure and the anticipation of a deeper violation.

He asked, “Does that feel good?”

I was panted “It’s making me hot. I’m so close already.”

He instantly stopped. “Hot?” and the Cucumber fell away from me.

I shuttered back the disappointment of my broken bliss. His head popped up from behind the barrier and he quickly pulled the covers off me completely. I was speechless as he proceeded to unbutton the night down and open it exposing my youthful body. The look of my predicament suddenly felt so shameful. My knees fell together and I blushed deeply, looking away.

“Oh Edith you look so beautiful!” he said to me, admiring my body. “Like before the children.”

“I’m not Edith. I’m Hannah.” I said.

He paid no mind and returned to his seat between my legs. It was then that I saw the vegetable that he intended on putting inside of me. “Mr. Roper that’s no ordinary cucumber. That thing is huge! That will never fit inside of me.”

“Edith, you know that you always want it bigger, ever since the children were born. You know it’s not the same…down there… unless you get it bigger.”

“I’m not Edith!” I said, “I’m Hannah!”

Again he ignored me.

“and I haven’t had any children.” I corrected him. “I’m thinking this wasn’t a good idea, after all, Mr. Roper.” He was clearly deranged, and I began to worry. I whimpered thinking about the size that I was expected to endure.

He proceeded to work the giant object into me again. It wasn’t an easy chore. My body simply could not accommodate such girth. He began twisting and pushing with a bit more force. When I objected, he returned his thumb to my clit, which silenced my complaints. When my panting quickened, he would stop the pleasureful stimulation so he could use all his strength on the task of ripping me apart. I was wavering between the agony of the prize-winning vegetable stretching me open and the pleasure of his stimulating touch. I grunted and groaned and resisted as he reshaped my defenseless form. After what felt like an hour of constant nagging pressure, alternating with unsatisfied pleasure, my body finally conceded to the massive vegetable and with our perfectly synchronized groans, my sweet neighbor was able to force the huge mass all the way inside my tender inexperienced body. My blood-curdling screams did not faze him in the least. Then, he carefully withdrew the object and repeated the process, forever keeping me on the brink of orgasm. There is no way to describe the intensity of the fullness that I felt. My vagina screamed as it strained and widened. I begged him to stop while begging him to continue. What began as euphoric, soon became intense burning. The repeated thrusting quickly became unbearable and I groaned and pleaded with him to stop in vain. I thought insanity would follow if he didn’t allow me to release my pleasure, but that would never come to pass. The timing and intensity of his touches would be just enough to choke off any complaints, and no more.

“Mr. Roper I think we’re about done now,” I said. “I can’t take it anymore. Please!” I begged as I began fading escort maltepe in and out of awareness.

“Edith, you always, say to continue no matter what.” Climbing up on the bed he kneeled between my legs and used his upper thigh to push the object deeper than it ever had been as I cried out. His calloused dry hands grated on my flat tummy and explored my breasts. As he leaned in, he pushed the object deeper still. Tears spilled down my face. His old fingers now cruelly squeezing my nipples hard.

“Mr. Roper you’re hurting me!” I cried out. “Please stop!” I whimpered.

And at once, he released me. He quickly returned to his feet and looked confused, distant. His hand went to his crotch and he felt something he hadn’t felt in more than 50 years. A smile came over his face as he unbuttoned his pants and reach down to confirm his erection. He looked at me as if I would celebrate with him. But upon seeing the tears on my face he realized that he had already taken his pleasure too far. Again, he examined his erection. He looked at me “I’m sorry Hannah. I have to do this.” He said shaking his head at the ground. “I have no choice. I’ll never get this opportunity again, you see.”

“No Mr. Roper.” I said “Let me go right now! Untie me please!”

He ignored me. He turned to his dresser, removed his hearing aids, bent over to pick up my shirt and placed it over my face. I heard him return to space between my legs. I had managed to expel the Cucumber from my ruined pussy and close my legs tightly. We struggled briefly, but his rough hands managed to force my knees back open and he wasted no time putting his ancient penis inside my gaping pussy. “Please don’t do this Mr. Roper. Stop. Don’t do that. Mr. Roper. I’m not on birth control. Please!” But he did not hear me, nor did he care.

He grunted and bucked and fucked me with all the enthusiasm of somebody who hadn’t had sex in half a century. I fought and cried but it was no use. I only managed to fight the shirt off my face. As I watched him using my body, a tiny part of me cheered for this decaying old geezer who was somehow sharp enough to manipulate me into this vulnerable position. Eventually, he dumped his decrepit old man sperm into my defenseless young womb. When his penis fell out of me he wasted no time shoving the cucumber back in. At this, he clutched his chest and collapsed on me.

I cried out “Mr. Roper! Mr. Roper!” but he did not answer. He was dead weight and no matter how I tried I could not get out from underneath him. What’s worse is that he was laying in such a way that it was blocking me from being able to expel the Cucumber. I eventually passed out from my drunkenness.

In the morning, I found him still lying on me and I presumed him dead. I yelled for hours but nobody heard me. For three more days I laid with an ice cold corpse crumpled between my legs until I finally heard a banging on the door. The landlord arrived along with one of Mr. Roper’s grandsons and the police. Mr. Roper hadn’t been answering his phone and the grandson had called for help. When they found us, I was mortified. I was also severely dehydrated and was not thinking coherently. When they asked me what had happened, I replied that I was participating voluntarily. Mr. Roper was pronounced dead at the scene and I was brought to the hospital via ambulance for treatment of dehydration. In fact, I was so dehydrated that, I needed a medical procedure to remove the huge vegetable that was practically fused in my most personal place. A day later I returned home to my mother. She never even questioned where I had been.

I finished packing and two days later, left on my trip to join my father. He and seven other men had made a crude camp in a remote area in Alaska, mining gold. I had agreed to spend a year cooking, doing laundry, and other women work. It was a month later that my body began giving me the clues that decrepit old man Roper had successfully impregnated me.

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Chapter 2 — A Remembrance of Abuse

Summary of Chapter 1: Michael’s mother has discovered that he has been spying on her while she bathed. In furious anger, she confronts him physically and verbally. But the deep emotions of their encounter turned into a moment of lust and desire.

I was sitting on the living room sofa unsure about how to feel about what had jut happened. My mother’s angry physical and verbal attack ultimately manifested itself into a sexual experience that I could not have manufactured in my horniest imagination. My heart was still racing, pounding in my chest as I sat on the living room sofa and attempted to make sense out of this night’s emotional encounter. Anger had turned to desire, a moment of lust; were the two emotions that closely related? No, I refused to believe this because I had seen too much anger in our home. As a young boy, I had seen and heard my parents go at each other tooth and nail and it had frightened me. Not until my father finally left was I able to experience the kind of deep, caring love that my mother could give; unobstructed by violent anger.

I had heard of people releasing their emotions during times of extreme stress; after the lose of a loved one, after an emotional breakup of a relationship, or even during extremely intimate times like communal prayer. Was this just the same sort of occurrence? It had been many years since I had seen her so angry and emotionally charged. My spying on her, naked and innocent, had definitely struck a deep nerve. Yet out of all this emotion, my mother and I shared a moment of mutual sexual need. The realization of that reality was just beginning to sink in. Although we hadn’t had sex in the classic sense, we had masturbated each other to shuttering climaxes. Just the thought of this made my cock twitch again, and though I felt a sense of shame and sorrow at having hurt my mother so deeply and emotionally, there was a renewed fire in my loins and a sense of gratification at having finally entered my erotic holy of holies; sex with my mother.

Reliving the experience again – while it was still fresh in my mind — I took hold of my hardened cock and replayed the erotic scenes with all their vivid emotion and intensity while I stroked myself in earnest. I could almost feel my mother’s soft, sagging breasts pressed against my chest, the touch of her hand on my stiff prick, the heat of her pussy as I fingered her to climax, spraying my seed over her breasts, seeing her sheepishly taste her son’s ejaculation. With a shuttering orgasm, I collapsed on the couch from exhaustion and, still clutching my slowly shrinking cock, dosed of, emotionally and physically spent.

It was quite early in the morning when I finally dragged myself to bed and slumped into an agitated sleep. I awoke about 8:00 AM and dressed quietly, not wanting to disturb my mother. Her bedroom door was still closed and I had not heard a peep from there since our furious encounter the night before. Looking in the mirror, I noticed that I had a shiner under my left eye where she had struck me squarely with one of her initial blows. It wasn’t the physical pain I minded, it’s just that this mouse under my eye would, at least for the next few days, be a visible reminder of our wild sexual wrestling match.

I left the apartment and took a long walk over to the local strip mall to get some breakfast at the small diner I frequented there. All the while, I tried to sort out the events of the previous evening. I have to admit that my heart felt a little heavy and remorseful too. I wanted to make things right between us again, but still, I couldn’t erase the supreme pleasure of having touched my mother intimately and having her do likewise to me, no mater what the circumstances.

While I slowly worked over my breakfast, I pondered all these things and decided that I needed to put a plan for reconciliation in motion to set things right between my mother and me. The first thing to do was to seal up the peep hole in order to remove any ongoing suspicion between us, and secondly, I had to confront the issue straight on so that we could deal with it immediately and at least attempt to get past it. On the way home, I stopped at a local hardware store to purchase some Spackling compound and a putty knife.

I wasn’t looking forward to facing my mother for the first time after last night but I didn’t see any way around it other than to meet the situation head on. With a lump in my throat, I entered our apartment — ‘the scene of the crime’ — but, with a slight feeling of relief, found that my mother had left to go shopping. I found a note on the kitchen table saying as much. With the anxiety of having to confront her when she returned still hanging over me, I set about the task of sealing up the peep hole that ran between my bedroom closet and the bathroom.

With that job done, I settled down on the living room sofa to read the Sunday paper and waited for my mother to return from her shopping ataşehir escort trip. Still weary with emotion and a fitful night of sleep, I dosed off again and didn’t awaken until I heard my mother’s key rattling in the front door lock. It was already late in the afternoon, long evening shadows were streaming through the window blinds. I must have been asleep for hours. She seemed a little surprised to see me sitting on the couch and gave me a nervous smile.

“Oh, your home,” she said. “I was out shopping.”

“Yes, I saw your note,” I replied, equally as nervous and embarrassed as she. Both of our faces showed a reddish glow about the cheeks. “Can I help you with the bags?” I asked as I got up off the couch and headed towards her.

“No, no, I’m fine,” she mumbled as she lowered her gaze, hurried past me, and walked down the hall towards the kitchen.

I watched her as she walked away from me. I knew I had to confront this situation immediately but I would have been willing to do almost anything except what I knew I had to do at that moment. Following her into the kitchen, I walked up behind her as she unpacked her parcels and grasped her gently by her upper arms.

“Mom,” I began, “I, I wanted you to know that I closed up the hole in my closet. I, I won’t be doing that anymore.” I felt my mother slump forward a little and heard her emit a soft sigh.

“Thank you, Michael,” she said softly, “I, I, Uh…” she continued hesitatingly and then I felt her shoulders shutter softly as she began to silently sob. I moved in closer behind her and held her arms more tightly. Leaning in I rested my chin on her right shoulder.

“I’m sorry about this whole thing, mom,” I whispered in her ear. “I never meant to hurt you. I feel so badly that I hurt you. I love you so very much. I’m sorry. I, well, have always had this, this desire for you. You’re so beautiful, mom. I’ve always thought that, and I just, just let that desire do my thinking for me. I’m sorry.” Our mutual remorse felt like a heavy cloud that encircled us. My mother’s shoulders heaved with each deep sigh of tears she tried to suppress but was unable to. She reached her left hand over and placed it over my own as I held her. Slowly our fingers intertwined as I kissed her gently on the shoulder and neck.

“Shhh… Don’t say such things, Michael. It’s not just your fault,” she said through her tears. “I’m sorry too.” With that, she turned around and I quickly took her in my arms. She laid her face against my shoulder, wrapping her arms around me. Her whispered sobs began to quiet down as we held each other. I wanted to say more but couldn’t find the words that I’d rehearsed over and over during my morning of preparation for this moment. Mother, too, seemed at to be unable to find the appropriate words. Again, as we had the night before, we held each other and began to rock gently in place, a silent two-step dance that held its ground. Words had escaped us for the moment but I felt we were communicating at another level.

“I just felt so violated when I found out what you were doing, Michael,” mother began as she finally broke through the silence. “It just brought back some awful feelings that I thought I’d never have to feel again. I’ve never told anyone about this, Michael, but I have to tell you now.” Mother paused for a moment, bit her lip, collected her thoughts, and then continued. “Years ago, when you were a little boy, your father had a bunch of his friends over to play cards and, of course, they were drinking lots of whiskey and carrying on like a pack of fools.”

I reached over and gently stroked my mother’s hair in an effort to ease her mind and to help the words come more easily.

“Luckily, you were staying at grandma’s house for the weekend so you didn’t have to witness it. All evening I was trying to stay clear of them because I didn’t like his friends much and, well, you know what your father was like when he was drunk. Anyway, later that evening I decided to take a bath before bed. I made sure to lock the door before getting in the tub, but sure enough, as soon as I settled down in the water, one of your dad’s buddies decided he had to pee and tried to get in.”

I could tell that the retelling of this story was painful for her. Her words came haltingly and she seemed to be choosing them carefully.

“Well, he started making a real scene about needing to pee and not being able to get in the bathroom. I keep yelling back to him that I was in the tub and that he’d have to wait until I’d finished. Pretty soon I heard more voices in the hall. Your father and his friends had all gathered in front of the bathroom door and where banging on it and cursing and laughing and yelling at me to open it. I screamed at them over and over that I was taking a bath and that I wanted to be left alone, but they just kept up their hollering. Then all of a sudden the door was kicked in and your father and his three friends all came kadıköy escort bayan into the bathroom whooping and cursing and laughing. I screamed and I screamed at them to get out but they just won’t listen. They just kept on laughing and whistling and howling and making lewd remarks to me. I was completely naked, trying to cover up, and screaming at them to leave but they just kept joking and cursing at me.”

My mother’s tears returned again as she related this awful night of horror at the hands of my father and his friends. But even through her tears, she seemed to have a need to retell it. She continued as best she could through her sobbing. “The one who had to pee so badly pulled out his, his, penis, and walked over to the toilet but your father said, ‘Hey wait, Chuck, I think we could all use a good piss, come on back over here.’ Oh, Michael,” she said through a fresh wave of tears and cocked breaths. “They all pulled their, their penises out and they were laughing and they were waving them at me and cursing me and calling me names and asking me to, to take them in my mouth.”

“Oh, mom,” I said as I stroked her face and kissed her forehead. My heart ached for her as I pictured the lewd scene in my mind. “It’s OK, mom, it’s OK.” I said, but it wasn’t OK. Mom’s eyes were red and swollen with tears as she choked out the rest of her story.

“Oh, Michael, it was awful,” she continued through shattered breaths, “Those men, all those men, they stood there and they, they, Oh, God, Michael, they started peeing on me! They just stood there and laughed at me and cursed me and called me bitch and whore and peed all over me. Your father grabbed hold of my hair and pushed his penis into my face. He just kept saying, ‘Suck it bitch, show these guys how you like to suck.’ They all started egging him on and waving their penises at me and laughing. Oh, god, Michael, they were laughing at me! I was crying so hard and begging them to leave but they just kept laughing!”

“Shhhh… Mom, don’t. It’s OK,” I tried to reassure her but I knew there was nothing I could say to ease the hurt of this memory.

“Your father said they won’t leave until I, I gave him oral sex. I just wanted them to leave so I did it. I took him in my mouth and did what he asked but he was too drunk to finish. Some of the other men wanted me to, to suck them too, but, thank God, your father wouldn’t let them. I was so afraid they were all going to take me. He just said, ‘Shit, she’s no fuckin’ good at it anyway…’, and they all laughed some more. Finally, they all left the apartment and went to the tavern to drink some more.”

My mother buried her head in my shoulder a little further. I continued to stroke her face and cooed softly in her ear that she was safe and that I would care for her. I took a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped her tear-filled eyes and wiped her nose. I thought to myself how many times she had done that for me when I was a boy but now the tables were turned, she was the one who needed comforting. After a few moments she once again regained her composure.

“Oh, Michael, you can’t imagine how dirty and embarrassed I felt. I must have cried for days afterwards. I thought I would never feel clean again after having all those men pee on me. I couldn’t understand why your father had allowed such a thing to happen to me. I did everything for that man, and everything he wanted, everything, Michael, in the kitchen and in the bedroom. And then, then that all happened. It was right after that that I decided I wasn’t going to let him touch me ever again and I wasn’t going to let myself be abused like that again. Well, we just kept getting into more and more shouting matches and things between us started falling apart, until, about the time you were 10 years old, I finally decide I had had enough and asked him to leave. I decided it was going to be just you and me, Michael, and I was happier for it. I made up my mind that there wasn’t going to be another man in my life except you.”

“I’m so sorry that all happened to you, mom,” I said. “I knew dad was a pretty crumby person, but I can’t imagine that he’d let something like that happen to you.”

“Well, that’s all old news now, Michael. It’s over but do you understand now why I reacted the way I did? That feeling of being violated again just struck an old, raw nerve.”

“Yes, I see,” I said, “I love you, mom, I just wish I could undo whatever hurts I gave you.”

“That’s over too, Michael,” she said. “I love you too much to let that come between us. I said yesterday that you were just like your father, but you’re not, Michael. You’re nothing like him. You’re good and I love you. You’re the child of my old age, Michael. I guess I’d never noticed until now that you had become a man and had a man’s feelings and, and a man’s needs and wants. I’m tired of being strong, Michael, you’re grown now, the man of the house. I want you to be the man of the house.”

Mother hugged escort maltepe me even tighter after having said that. “You are a man, my man,” she said as she wiggled her body slightly, her face buried in my neck. “And I’m going to honor that. I don’t want to fight anymore. I want us to take care of each other like we always have. I just hope I didn’t hurt you last night with my crazy carrying on.” With that, she lifted her head off my shoulder and looked up into my face. “Oh, my,” she said with a sniff, after seeing the shiner under my eye for the first time. “Did I do that?”

“Um, yeah, you did, slugger,” I replied with a sheepish grin.

Mom reached up and gently placed her finger tips on the black and blue mark under my eye. Then she cupped my face with both hands, pulled my face down, and planted a soft kiss over the bruised spot. “There,” she said, “that should make it feel better. Man or boy, a kiss always makes things better.”

I brought my head back and paused for a moment as our eyes met; our faces just inches apart. My mother had just told me her most intimate secret, something that was so very painful for her to remember, but at that moment there seemed to be a peaceful karma that encircled us. Everything that was so dreadful the day before was suddenly swept away, and I was certain that the feeling of relief and serenity that came over me at that moment was not just something I conjured up but was coming from her as well. I could feel my heart pumping solidly in my chest. Our faces were so close I could feel the flush of heat from my mother’s face. Our eyes locked in a gaze of mutual understanding, and with each breath, we breathed into each other’s mouths. Slowly, almost involuntarily, the space between us became no space at all. As our lips touched, I felt like the ground below me had given way and I was supported only by my mother’s tender lips. Oh, how often I had dreamed of this moment.

There is no description for how wonderful and intense and satisfying it was to kiss my mother like that for the first time. It was as if our lips were made for the moment, perfectly fit for each other. The taste of her mouth was like a home coming. I, we, belonged there, for that moment and for all those moments which would come after. Our lips were perfectly locked, sucking and biting and licking; uninhibited, hungry, and passionate. She had called me her man and by that kiss, I understood immediately what that meant. Unafraid, I let my tongue glide across her soft, full lips, and immediately they parted for me, and I probed deeply into her sweet tasting mouth. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced and intertwined, and she seemed to almost collapse in my arms. I had wanted this for so long. I had wanted her for so long.

My mother had called me her ‘man’ and I, based on the validation of this kiss and her tender embrace, was ready to assume that position. She had admitted that she had been without a man since that demoralizing incident with my father and his friends. She had focused all her attention and resources and love on me, and since my earliest recollections, she had been my ideal, the woman I measured all others against. So many times I had masturbated with erotic thoughts of her, and now I wondered if she did likewise with thoughts of me. Regardless, she was now in my arms, giving the rest of herself to me and without shame I was ready to take control of our relationship.

With our lips still locked in erotic embrace, I cupped her left breast and squeezed it gently. Her stiff bra could not hide the soft, spongy tit that it held. My pawing became more aggressive as, once again, she moaned deeply into my mouth and leaned into me with increased passion. Her hands roamed freely over my back and ass, causing me to pull her even closer to myself. My cock was stiff with desire and my body began to involuntarily hump into her soft frame. Releasing her lips, I leaned down and kissed and licked her neck and her ear. Her response left no doubt that she had surrendered herself to me.

Reluctantly, after several minutes of passionate necking, our lips parted and we gazed into each others eyes like two lovers long parted but once again united. Without a word, I took her hand and we walked silently toward her bedroom.

We were both very tense, neither of us could deny that, but we both knew what we wanted, and we both knew the implications of what we were about to do. Socially, and for some, morally hideous and repugnant, my mother and I were about to cross over into a relationship of incestuous love. We did not speak of it, not then and never in the future. For us, we were a loving mother and a loving son in love.

In these last few moments, through our wordless, passionate kisses and warm embracing, my youthful longings for my own mother were taking full physical shape. And I understood too that she had feelings for me that ran parallel to my own. She was now more than my mother, she was my woman, and that was all that mattered to me. As a boy, she had never denied me anything good, that was within her power to give. Now as my lover, I knew that this aspect of her love for me would not change; that she would abandon her won needs, wants, and desires to fulfill mine.

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Mr and Mrs Hill had lived next door to the Johnson’s for six months now. A young, newly wed couple, they reminded Hilary of her and her husband when they were at that age. Both Hilary and her husband would giggle at night as they could hear the newlyweds make the most of their house together. From what Hilary could work out, Marie was the more dominant of the two, the one who decided when the couple were going to have sex, if at all. Lately, Hilary had noticed a lack of noise coming from the bedroom. In fact, in the last six months, she could not remember the newlywed couple making any noises in their bedroom! It was actually only one month since Steve had been able to persuade Marie to let him have sex with her. The reason Hilary thought it had been six was because in those months, Marie had only let Steve make love to her in the dark, missionary style, once a week, if he was lucky. The past month had been hell for Steve, he needed to cum at least once a day, and he found himself watching and fantasising about other women. He did not want to betray his wife, but he thought if he ever got into a situation where sex was offered, he could not back down.

Marie and Steve were enjoying a long lay in on a Saturday morning, they had been asleep while David had fucked Hilary, but they were wide-awake throughout Mr Johnston’s oral assault on Hilary’s pussy.

“Steve! Go round there and tell them to show some respect to their neighbours!” Marie said angrily.

Steve sighed. “They’re not doing anything wrong; maybe we could take a leaf outta their book?” He said as he rubbed his hand against his wife’s leg. She sighed and rolled over, telling him to do what she had asked him to.

Steve got up, threw some clothes on, and went downstairs. He hoped over the fence in the front garden and knock on the door.

Mr Johnston lifted his head from his wife’s pussy and looked at Hilary.

“Let ataşehir escort me get that, maybe it’s that cock I ordered.” She joked.

Hilary answered the door in just her nightgown. It was slipping over her shoulder and was tied loosely around her waist, showing off plenty of cleavage. Her hair was a mess, and there was a clear visible trail of her vaginal juices down her inside thigh. If he had not heard Hilary through the walls, it would still be obvious what the horny older lady had been up to.

“Hi Steve, how can I help you?” She said as she smiled sweetly.

“Well…I…uh…” Steve could not get the words out. Hilary invited him in and he duly followed her to the bedroom. Mr Johnston had put his clothes on and was sitting in the chair in the corner; he waved at Steve, who nodded back. Hilary lay on the bed.

“So what is it you wanted, Steve?” she said, looking him in the eyes.

“Well we, well Marie actually, she can hear you two, y’know, making love.” Steve said embarrassedly.

“Oh hubby and I haven’t made love in a long time. He was licking my pussy for me. He did a very good job, but now I really need some cock. Can you help me with that?” She asked sweetly.

“What!? Are you crazy? I’m married! My wife is next door!”

“Well she’ll never know.” said Hilary and she undid her nightgown. “It’ll be our little secret.”

“Why can’t your husband do it?”

“Oh he isn’t good enough.” Hilary opened her nightgown, exposing her body to Steve, who was desperately trying to cover his rising erection. “My vagina is only for real men who know how to satisfy a woman. Can you do that?”

Steve licked his lips. His cock was aching for some pussy, but his head was telling him not to.

“And it’ll be our little secret?” He asked.

“Our little secret.” Hilary replied.

Steve unbuckled his belt and kadıköy escort bayan pulled down his trousers, he took off his top and stood in front of Hilary fully naked. He had a good body, and his six-inch cock stood proudly out fully erect. He bent down and crawled between Hilary’s legs, sliding his tongue out to lick her dripping cunt. She stopped him.

“What do you think my husband has been doing for the past half an hour? You can slide right in, Big Boy!”

Steve grinned and slid his tongue in Hilary’s mouth as his cock slide in her tight pussy. He groaned deeply and pushed his face in Hilary’s neck as he pumped at her cunt.

“Fucking hell. Hilary, you have the nicest pussy I’ve ever been in!”

“Better than your wife’s? Hilary asked cheekily.

“So much better.” Steve said, as he continued sliding in and out, as if it was the last vagina on earth. Mr Johnston was enjoying the show and quite happy to be a non-participating spectator, as his neighbour fucked his wife hard. Steve had to hold his moans in, and either kiss Hilary, or hold his hand over her mouth as she came, so as not to give his wife any idea about what was going on. As far as she knew, they were having a neighbourly discussion, if only Marie knew how neighbourly the Johnston’s were! As he approached his orgasm, Steve began to feel a slight twinge of guilt. He had never cheated on his wife while they had been married. While he was engaged, he got extremely drunk at his stag party and managed to fuck the stripper. While he enjoyed it at the time, he instantly regretted it afterwards, but did not tell Marie, as he loved her and did not want to lose her.

That night had been playing on his mind ever since it happened. The woman who his best man had booked was a stereotypical stripper, long blonde hair, big double-E boobs, and a body to die for. After she had stripped for escort maltepe him, the stripper stayed around to have a drink with the boys. Once his friends had left a drunken Steve, and Melissa, the stripper, edged closer and closer until they kissed. It was the first woman Steve had had since he met Marie, and in his intoxicated state, he forgot about her, the wedding, and any other sane thought. All he could think about was getting Melissa in his bed, which was not difficult, as Melissa was as horny as Steve was. She loved to strip, and it really turned her on, that, added with the drink, and the bulge forming in Steve’s trousers made Melissa forget that she was not supposed to fuck her clients. The two of them made it into bed. Steve could not remember much of the night, but he remembered that he had drunk enough to last long enough to give Melissa good fuck, and had an almighty orgasm of his own. He did not feel any guilt until the morning, but that passed as Melissa awoke and slid on his already erect cock. It was the best wake up call he had ever had, the sweetest pussy around his morning wood, and big boobs bouncing up and down right in front of him, he did not take long to cum, and buried his face in Melissa’s chest as he did. She quickly got dressed and left the house, leaving Steve feeling guilty as he tried to remember the previous night. He decided not to tell Marie, he loved her dearly and did not want to lose her. It was his one moment of madness.

There was no excuse for what he was doing now. Cumming deep inside his neighbour as she smiled and held him tightly. Mr Johnston was unable to get erect again but he was rubbing his crotch excitedly. As soon as he had cum, Steve grabbed his clothes and rushed to put them on. He was feeling very guilty and had to get out of the room.

“Leaving so soon?” Hilary asked with a smile.

“I have to go, this should not have happened.” Steve said with a frown.

“Yes, but it did, and I know you enjoyed it. You’re free to pop round whenever you want a repeat performance; I’ll be looking forward to it.” Hilary said as she grinned at her neighbour. Steve left quickly to return to his waiting wife.

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Last week I flew to Tucson upon hearing of my father’s death. He’d lived a good life, had been a school-teacher, and had been married for fifty-three years and raised three kids. Our mother had died six years earlier and he’d continued living in their little duplex in Green Valley, Arizona, surrounded by his books and extensive classical music collection. As neither of my younger brothers could stick around after the funeral, it fell to me to go through and dispose of his possessions and get the house ready to be sold. I had taken a couple of weeks off of work, so I had the time to carefully go through all of his stuff.

After a few days I had arranged to for Goodwill to come and pick up much of the furniture and salvageable clothes, and kitchen odds-and-ends. This left me with all of the bookcases containing my father’s major collection of books, some of which were rare titles associated with his primary love of astronomy. Each morning I would put on some good music on dad’s superb sound system, boot up my laptop, and start carefully going through and cataloging each of the books. There were some that I wanted to keep, and some I knew that my brothers might want, and others I felt could be sold via on-line booksellers. And this was how I found the leather-bound notebook.

I had carried a stack of books over to the table where I was working and sorted the books into a couple of piles. One of them was a black leather-bound journal-like notebook. I casually opened it up and riffled the pages. It looked to contain approximately 100 pages, or so, in my father’s neat, but crabbed, handwriting in black ink. I sat down and started reading from the beginning. After several hours I was done, and my prior perspective about my family was now completely stood upon its head. The only way to explain it is to simply share some of my father’s story verbatim with you. Obviously, I have changed the names to protect my family’s privacy. Here is the first part of “The Notebook”.

***

November 1953

I think I truly fell in love with my mother the day I returned home from nearly three years of combat during the Korean War. My mother had single-handedly raised me from my birth in 1930 until I enlisted in the Army in 1950, at the age of nineteen. I never knew my father, and she never talked about him either (well, not until much, much later). All I knew was that I was raised by a woman who loved me dearly and did her very best to give me a good life during the depths of the Depression and the long years of the Second World War. We lived on a small farm in western Nebraska that she had inherited from her father. Between the two of us we managed to raise a few dozen head of cattle, pigs, and farmed a couple of hundred acres with corn, mostly for feed for our own livestock and what was left over to be sold to neighboring farms.

My mother’s name was Margaret, but everyone called her Maggie. She was tall, nearly six feet, long-legged, with a mane of long black hair that she typically kept in a braid that went halfway down her back. While I suppose one couldn’t say that she was movie star beautiful, she was strikingly good looking. As I grew older I did notice that a lot of men kind of surreptitiously looked her over as she walked past when we went to town. Hell, to be honest, I did too.

Mother was eighteen years old when she had me, and she got the farm where we still lived when she was 24 and I was just a little fellow of six. I do remember that when I was a little boy and really wasn’t able to help around the farm, Mother had hired an older man I just knew as “Mike”. He came by three or four days a week and worked several hours doing the heavy chores that she couldn’t manage on her own. But by the time I was 14 or 15 she was able to let him go as we managed just fine on our own. I had grown into a strapping young man of nearly six and a half feet tall, big, raw-boned and full of piss-and-vinegar.

I enjoyed working with her. My mother was a patient woman, light-hearted, a bit of a practical joker. Looking back on her over all of these years I realize that she was absolutely amazing in how she dealt with the privations of the Depression, the war, and trying to raise a child and run a farm all on her own. Talk about independent women, frankly my mother was the perfect example.

My mother had graduated from high school and she was adamant that not only would I graduate, but that I would go eventually to college too. Well, the Korean War kind of put those plans on hold for a few years. When I received my draft notice in the fall of 1950, I thought my mother would completely go to pieces. She was terrified that I was going to be killed and that she’d be all alone for the rest of her life. It was a tough few weeks around the farm before I left for boot-camp and then Korea.

I am not going to recount my experiences over the three years that I was in Korea during the war—it was terrible from start to finish—but suffice it to say that I wrote my mother, at least a few lines, just about every escort kartal day that I was there. Interestingly enough, she took each one of those letters and home-made cards that I made for her and mounted them in a series of scrapbooks that she treasured for the rest of her life.

***

I got off of the bus late in the early fall evening, hefted my duffel-bag up onto my shoulder and began the walk up the dusty county road toward our house and farm just before sunset. I hadn’t told mother that I was mustered out and on my way home in my last note to her. I wanted to surprise her.

I reached the house just as the sun went down. I quietly stepped up on the porch and set the duffel down. I peeked in the living room window and could see mother in her robe standing in front of the range in the kitchen. It looked like she was making herself a cup of tea. I stepped back, snugged up my tie, dusted the dust off of my uniform and then lightly tapped on the door. After a few seconds she opened the door, she looked at me for a moment with wonder in her eyes and then she screamed with delight and leaped into my arms!

“Oh, David, David, David, is it really you?” she squealed, as she smothered my cheeks and lips with kisses. I held her weight completely in my arms as she had wrapped her legs around my waist as she hugged me tightly. Instantly I could tell that she was ready for bed as she didn’t have any clothes on under her robe, and she smelled so damned good, almost like the soft sweet smell of jasmine on an early spring morning. It was simply intoxicating to be home and to be holding my mother again.

I slowly set her down, circled her waist with my arm, grabbed my duffel and led her into the house. I stopped and looked around taking in the familiar sights and smells, and plopped my bag in the rocker by the door. I kicked the door closed with my heel, looked at her and said, “I’m home, Mother, I’m home for good!”

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she took me in her arms again and kissed me and softly said, “I am so glad, Honey! I have been praying for this day for so long…” she tailed off as she reached up caressed my face and mussed my short bristly hair, “Come along then, honey, let’s get you settled.”

I grabbed the bag and made my way down the hall to my bedroom. I dumped the contents of my duffel bag on the bed and we both spent a few minutes hanging the clothes in the closet. Mother went over to the tall wooden bureau and opened a drawer. She handed me my old robe, clean and neatly folded and smelling of cedar chips. She smiled and asked, “Do you want to take bath? You’ve got to be dusty and tired after your trip.”

I replied, “Hell yes, Mother, that sounds great! But first I want a whiskey—no rocks, no water, just whiskey.”

“Coming up, darling. And I’ll go start the bath while you change, and then go make your drink.”

***

With a sigh I slowly sank down into the hot water in the large enameled claw-foot iron tub in the bathroom just off of Mother’s bedroom. ‘Jesus!’ I thought, ‘this feels too damn good!’ I leaned back, up to my neck in the water, and closed my eyes.

A few moments later Mother tapped at the door, poked her head in and asked, “Are you in the tub, dear? Ahh, you are…” She came in, bringing a small wicker stool that she set down next to the tub.

“Yes, I am, and it feels so good…I think it has been three years since I last actually took a bath.”

She sat down on the stool, wrapping her robe around her legs, and handed me the whiskey in a heavy glass tumbler. She had one for herself too. We ‘clinked’ glasses and each took a slug. The fire raced down my gullet and instantly warmed my stomach. The water, the whiskey, and just being finally home seemed to be washing the past three years away in a matter of moments.

We made small talk and caught up on the doings around the farm, town, and the Army. She told me that the crops had been pretty good this year and that we’d actually been turning a profit for the past couple of years. I asked if my salary from the Army had been making it home, and she told me that I had quite a fat bank account waiting for me down at Farmer’s Trust on Main Street.

I laughed, “Mother, that money was always yours and the farm’s.”

She replied, “Oh, honey, that is your money. The farm and I are doing fine, just fine.”

I smirked at her, “Well, if that’s the case, maybe I’ll use my money and the G.I. Bill to buy myself a farm and house of my own.”

A look of horror crossed her face, “Oh, no! Honey, don’t do that! This is your home. I don’t want you to leave…please, please don’t leave!”

I laughed and reached out and grabbed her hand, “Don’t worry, Mom, I’m just teasing you. I am so glad to be here with you, here in our home.”

“Whew!” she whistled, “I thought for a moment you were serious…I mean I know a lot of veterans are coming home and doing just that.”

“Nah,” I replied as I sipped my drink, “I just wanted to get a rise out maltepe escort of you. It has been a long, long time since I have been able to tease you, Mama.”

“You big kidder,” she said softly as she reached over and rubbed my shoulder and arm. I slid my toes up out of the water and slowly turned on the hot water to just a trickle to warm up the tub. She said, “Hmm, I’ll get that for you, baby,” and as she leaned over the tub and reached for the faucet her robe gapped open and I was treated to the sight of my mother’s large, pendulous breasts with their large brown nipples.

It is worth mentioning that Mother and I had always been relatively casual about nudity around one another for most of my life. I can remember having bathed with her as a child, and it wasn’t all that uncommon to see each other naked as we changed clothes, bathed or washed up as I got older.

Well, familiar or not, but I’d not seen a woman’s breasts in some three years, and it was all I could do but to not just reach up and grasp and caress my mother’s beautiful breasts.

Almost instantly my penis began to harden, and I tried to shift deeper into the hot water. The problem was that mother was leaning on the edge of the tub talking to me and the water was gin-clear and she could certainly see my stiffening manhood.

I guess I’ve always known since I was a teenager that I had a pretty big dick. Even in the Army I never really saw too many penises that were larger than mine. I haven’t actually measured it, but it took two hands to completely cover my shaft when I was stiff and jacking off. I still have my foreskin too, as my mother, just after I was born, chose not to have my penis circumcised.

I also share my mother’s dark-hair color and have a thick pelt of hair on my chest, belly, back and legs. I was sometimes accused of being a Neanderthal by my fellow soldiers when they’d see me in the latrine or barracks with my shirt off.

I took another sip of my drink and tried to will my cock to relax, but to no avail. I was rock-hard and the bulbous tip was just breaking the surface of the water. Feeling embarrassed, I just leaned back and looked at mother.

Her eyes were glued to the tip of my penis bobbing in front of her, the glans half protruding from the foreskin. Her hand slowly slid off of my shoulder and she began running her fingers through the thick, curly patch of hair on my chest.

She whispered, “I’m so glad that you’re home safe and sound. I’ve missed you so much, baby. I was so worried about you every moment that you over there in that awful place. It scared me to death. I really didn’t know if I’d ever see you again.”

Quietly I said, “I know, Mom, I was pretty scared too. I am so glad to be back here with you, and I want you to know that I’m not gonna leave you again…ever.”

“Do you mean it, David? Do you really mean it, baby?” she asked her voice quavering.

I looked up into her dark eyes and reached up and cupped the back of her head in my hand and pulled her face to mine. We both paused for half a second and then we kissed each other on the mouth. I slid my tongue deep into my mother’s mouth and moaned as I kissed her. She brought both of her hands up and held my head as she kissed me in return.

I reached up and took her hand and brought it down to my damp chest hair and then slowly slid it down my hairy belly into the bath water and then into my crotch and placed her fingers on my hard cock.

She lifted her mouth from mine and whispered, “Oh, David, are you sure? We can never go back from this, baby…Are you sure? Please, please be sure?”

“Mother, I love you, I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I am yours now, Mother,” I said softly as her hand slowly moved up and down the shaft of my dick under the water.

I handed my drink to her and then slowly raised up from the tub and asked her to bring me a towel. I stood in front of my mother naked and watched her as she looked at my body, the large erect penis that was jutting up from my hairy crotch, and large testicles hanging low in my red, dangling scrotum.

She picked up the towel and opened it up and beckoned me out of the tub, “Jesus, David, you are truly a beautiful man! I can’t believe how beautiful and sexy you are! I can’t hardly believe that I gave birth to such a beautiful creature,” she said as she began to dry me off.

I stood on the bath mat and watched my mother as she knelt down and gently dried my legs and thighs, and after she had dried my crotch and belly, she leaned forward and nuzzled my erection with her nose and lips. She began kissing the hairy shaft of my cock and then my balls, her hands clasping and pulling my buttocks to her as she buried her face in my crotch. I moaned with desire as she took one of my hairy balls into mouth and sucked and licked it, nipping at it with her lips.

I reached down and began to undo the thick braid of her raven-colored hair. After I’d finished, I ran my fingers through it massaging pendik escort bayan her scalp as she continued kissing my sex organ and thighs.

“Oh, God, Mother, I love you…I love you so much…don’t stop, don’t stop…please…” I groaned.

She looked up at me, her face flushed and her dark eyes flashing as she replied, “Baby, we’ve crossed a line here, but God help me I crossed it long ago. I have wanted this—no, I have wanted you—ever since I knew you were leaving for Korea. I have needed you, David, my love, I have needed you so badly…” She leaned forward again and gently kissed the head of my throbbing cock.

I reached down and cupped her chin in my hand and said, “Stand up, Mother, come here…Come here, Mother.”

She slowly rose to her feet, and I led her out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. I took her to the edge of the bed where she slowly sat down. I then turned and went and drew the curtains closed and lit the candles on her dressing table and nightstand.

Neither of us had spoken a word since entering her bedroom, but then we didn’t need to. We both knew what was next for us—what was going to happen. It was inevitable, my mother and I were going to make love to one another. Any other person on the planet would look upon us in disgust probably, it was incest that we were going to engage in, but I knew then, just as she did—and just as I still know now—that this was the purest form of love-making that could ever exist. A mother and son were going to love one another—my mother and I were going to love one another.

***

She was still sitting on the edge of the bed as I returned and stood in front of her nude in the soft yellow flickering candlelight.

“God, Baby, you are so beautiful,” she said breathlessly.

I slowly reached down and undid the tie of her robe at her waist, opened it and then slipped it off of her shoulders exposing her naked chest to my view.

Mother’s breasts were large, not firm and perky like a young woman’s, but sagged full and lush on her chest. These were the breasts of a mature woman who’s given birth and nursed her children. Her large dark areoles surrounded her thick and erect nipples. I reached forward and gently touched the nipple of her left breast. She gasped sharply never taking her eyes from mine as I caressed her. I weighed her breast in my hand, reveling in its softness and heft. I continued to gently pull and pinch her thick nipples. Mother reached up and began to run her hands up and down my chest and belly, her fingers seeking my own nipples in the forest of my chest hair. She stood up and I pulled her into my arms. We kissed one another deeply whilst wrapping our arms tightly around one another as we hugged and continued to kiss. I rubbed my chest against her nipples and boobs as we held each other, and she moaned into my mouth. Her robe slithered down her legs in a pile around her feet. My mother was now as naked as I was!

I pushed her back onto the bed. She slowly fell backwards across the comforter, her legs spread wide in front of me as I stood between them at the edge of the bed looking down upon her nakedness. Time seemed to stop as my eyes wandered over her body, from her beautiful face, down her chest and quivering belly, to the dense patch of dark curly pubic hair framing her sex, and then to her long, sexy legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

I got down on my knees between her legs and ran my hands up and down her thighs, spreading her legs even wider apart. Mother moaned as I touched her. I ran my hands up her belly, gently squeezing the sides of her waist and caressing the slight pooch of her belly. I reached up and tweaked and pulled at her big rubbery nipples causing her to groan even more.

I leaned my head forward and stopped when my nose was just an inch or two above my mother’s hairy sex. I slowly breathed in the rich, fragrant, and incredibly heady scent of a woman’s cunt—but not just that of any woman. This woman was my mother. This was my mother’s cunt that I was looking at and smelling! I was so goddamned turned on at this moment that I could’ve pounded nails with my dick! In retrospect, I have come to realize that this moment was arguably one of the most erotic of my life.

I glanced up for a moment and saw my mother, propped on her elbows, looking at me. We smiled at each and then I leaned forward and buried my nose and lips in her hairy wet slit. She groaned and flopped onto her back on the bed and convulsed as my tongue began to sluice up and down her wet sex. Her warm and juicy cunt lips seemed to swallow my tongue and lips. The salty taste of mother’s cunt was as intoxicating to me as her scent, and I wished that I could just somehow become completely enfolded back inside my mother’s sex again. I know it sounds crazy or cornball, but it was my only thought at that moment in time and it has since never left me.

***

I licked and sucked my mother’s pussy for the first time that night for probably a quarter of an hour until she was screaming and writhing on the bed. She had grabbed the quilted comforter in her hands and had pulled it up into a nest on either side of her as I orally made love to her pussy. Her legs and feet were draped across my shoulders and back as I feasted on her wet sex.

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Sarah sat on the floor surrounded by boxes. She never realized how much stuff she had until it was all packed up. And there were a lot more boxes now than the last time she moved. Bill came in from the kitchen then, carrying the last of the smaller boxes. He settled them on the floor at his feet and stood there surveying the place.

“This place looked a lot bigger when it was empty.” He said, a slow smile pulling at the corners of his sexy mouth.

Sarah nodded from her position on the floor. She caught his eye and reached her hand up in a “come hither” gesture. He took a step closer to her, and gave her his mock-confused look.

“What?” he said, maintaining his bewildered expression, “You want me to come over there?”

Sarah nodded and pulled herself up to her knees. He was standing directly over her and she had a lovely view of his naked torso, glistening with sweat. His muscular arms and chest looked freshly flexed from all the lifting and carrying. She reached her arms up and traced a damp trail down his stomach to his belly button and below, to the tops of his shorts.

“Sarah, you know we have a lot of work to do”. He said, glancing around at all the crates and boxes that would surely not unpack themselves. Sarah nodded and affected a serious expression.

“Yes, Bill. We have lots of work to do.” She said, deftly opening the button at the top of his shorts and pressing her lips to his humid skin. She kissed him lightly, with dry lips, “We certainly don’t have time to be fooling around”. She couldn’t suppress a smile as she eased his zipper down and trailed serious kisses down his belly to his pubic hair. He let out a sigh of pleasure as Sarah nuzzled his naked penis. The soft flesh started to stiffen under her gentle ministrations.

Bill reached down with his hands and pulled the bandana from Sarah’s hair and ran his fingers through her thick tresses. She continued to kiss him up and down the length of his rapidly growing cock. She pulled his shorts down over his hips so they slid the rest of the way to the floor. She nudged his cock out of the way with the tip of her nose and focused her attention on his balls. Sarah pressed escort kartal her warm lips to their cool flesh and inhaled the scent of him. She opened her mouth slowly until one ball fit neatly into her warm, wet opening. She held him in her mouth, gently applying pressure with her tongue while at the same time lightly stroking his now-fully-erect penis.

Feeling playful, she let his ball slip out of her mouth with a popping sound. She smiled up at Bill, taking in the blissful look on his handsome face. She licked his balls like a lollipop and nuzzled him like a happy kitten. When she returned her attention to his cock, there was a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Her eyes narrowed as she closed in on the prize. She held his shaft in her hands and reached out with her tongue to taste his juice. She slid her tongue around the knob of his cock and ran it down the length of his shaft to where it met his body.

She held his cock at the base and slipped the tip into her mouth. She eased him in slowly until her lips were pressed up against his body and the tip of his cock was in her throat. She squeezed his ass to pull him in as deeply as possible. He watched her work his cock in and out of her mouth. The sight of her lips wrapped around him was so hot he just stared at his love.

Sarah loved to slide him deep into her mouth and tease him with her lips and tongue. She could feel his pleasure building as his cock got harder and longer and his face contorted as he neared orgasm. She slowed down, reducing the pressure of her lips and just barely caressing him with her tongue. She looked up into his eyes and he stared back at her with such intensity she felt the heat rise to her face and lower, between her legs.

Bill knelt beside her on the floor and held her close to his body. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest and she loved that she could do this to him. “You drive me crazy” he breathed into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He kissed her tenderly behind the ear and along her neck, over her jawbone and finally, her lips. Sarah loved his lips: soft and full and pink….they could bring her to the heights of passion, maltepe escort or pressed lightly on her forehead would fill her with feelings of well-being and safety. At this moment they were exploring her own lips. His tongue probed past her lips and entered her mouth. She met his with her own tongue and together they roamed the familiar terrain.

Sarah closed her eyes and lost herself to his kisses. Bill was in control now and Sarah let him lead her body down to the carpeted floor where he held her close to him. All thoughts of moving, and packing and unpacking slipped away from her.

He held her up for a minute while he slipped her T-shirt up and over her head. Then he eased her down and rested his body on top of hers. He kissed her for a long time until he felt her squirming to be touched. He knew her body so well and loved to draw out her pleasure.

He eased his weight off of her body and kissed her neck and further down to her breasts.

He pulled a taut nipple into his mouth and suckled gently. Sarah sighed and held his head in her hands, urging him to suck harder. He obliged and ran his teeth over the tip of her nipple, biting the hard, brown nub of flesh between his teeth. She let out a long low moan of pleasure at the sensations shooting down to her pussy. Her nipples were so sensitive and with just a little encouragement Bill could make her soaking wet just by biting and sucking them. He rolled her nipple with his thumb and forefinger and watched Sarah’s smile widen.

She arched her back, trying to direct his attention to her drenched pussy. She could feel her blood pulsing in her sex. Bill smiled at her antics. He was taking his time because he loved to make her want it. He lay his hand flat on her stomach and rubbed her gently. She tried to inch her body up, forcing his hand down, but he would have none of that. The more she wiggled, the lighter he touched. Slowly, his hand brushed the top of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He cupped her pussy in his strong hand and she arched her back, pushing herself into his hand. Her lips were so wet and slippery that when he pressed his index finger into her crease, there was pendik escort bayan almost no resistance. Softly he slid his finger from the opening of her pussy straight up to her clit, sliding gently over the sensitive flesh. Sarah’s body jumped every time he touched her clit. She smiled up at him and whispered dreamily, “Baby, that feels so good….you made me so wet”. He knew she was really hot when she started talking…he slipped his fingers deeply inside her and pulled them out again, soaking wet. She groaned and looked beseechingly into his blue eyes.

“Honey, I want to have you inside me” He looked at her with a smile

“You do?” He said, playing dumb, now running his thumb over her clit while sinking two fingers deep into her pussy.

She sighed again and whimpered as she buried her face in his neck, “please baby, I need to feel your cock inside me…I want it now”.

It was too much for him to go on. He lifted himself over her body and guided his cock to her pussy. She moaned softly as he slid his whole length deep inside her. He didn’t move for a long time. They just lay together completely connected. He looked lovingly into her dark eyes, watching her pupils grow large and liquid. Slowly he began to rock in and out, just a little bit at first and then longer strokes. He pulled out nearly all the way and then slowly all the way back in where Sarah held him tightly to her.

“Honey, I’m going to cum soon” Sarah whispered in her lover’s ear.

He groaned and started to move faster, sliding his cock in and out of her with hard strokes. “Bill, I’m cumming”. Her breath came very fast and loud as she pulled him deeply inside her. Her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. She whimpered as the last shivers ran through her. Bill plunged deeply inside her one last time and Sarah heard his breath catch for a second, followed by a loud exhale. She felt the pulse of him ejaculating inside her. After a second she felt the muscles in his back start to relax and he settled his weight on top of her. They were both breathing hard and she could again feel his heart pounding against hers. She listened to that sound as it slowed and became regular.

It was the last thing they were both aware of before falling into a blissful sleep on the floor of their new apartment, their bodies entwined on the carpet, surrounded by boxes and crates containing bits and pieces of the home they would make together.

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Uncle meets his niece’s dance squad in cheerleader uniforms.

All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18.

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I’m happy to have a beer or two when I’m golfing on a hot day. Once in the clubhouse, though, I want a gin and tonic. Especially when I’m buying – I like a crisp, tart cold drink that lingers with the juniper berry taste of good gin and lime. I had gotten a hole-in-one today – my first ever. Number 7 is a short par three down to the green across a gully and small creek. I squared off my stance with the ball forward and gave a full swing with my 9-iron. The green fades away from the tee. The ball landed 6-inches beyond the pin; the backspin pulled it up and in. So I was buying the first round. Our corporate scramble tournament was a week away, and our scramble card would have been a 68 today. We were ready.

*

As I came into the house, I heard loud voices – loud cheering – shouting staccato to fire-up the fans. In the media room were four cheerleaders, or more accurately, four beautiful young women dressed in something like pro football cheer costumes – sexier and sluttier than the high school version. In unison, they shouted, twisted, and made complicated arm gestures designed to capture the eye. Presumably, this was more of the dance squad. Squad captain Caprice was front stage right – the pole position for this crew. My niece Audrey was right behind her.

Next to Capi was a tight looking Asian girl who moved like she had been doing gymnastics all of her life. Behind her was a solid looking dirty blonde, easily five-eleven, with broad facial features and built like a weightlifter. Her thighs were probably double of Audrey’s lean lingerie model look. I found out later that these girls were the squad’s flyer and base.

The front two dropped into a scissor split; they all raised their arms into V-for-Victory and shouted, “Let’s Go!” My kid played in a corner with blocks and somehow could ignore the girls. That will change with puberty.

I said, “Looks good, ladies. In fact, you all look good.” They did look good, and my cock stirred a bit. Their uniforms were dark green and cream with a gold trim band. The top was a sleeveless wraparound vest that buttoned in front and left their midriffs bare. The stretchy material clung tightly around their breasts, and the vest was designed to present cleavage like a push-up bra. The skirt rode low on their hips and was so short that the pleats ended just below the crotch. Color-coordinated ruffled panties, and trainers, finished the look.

Caprice said, “Thanks. We’re going to enter the new-girl cheer-four event once Audrey passes her audition. We’re going to be ready with something hot.” Audrey smiled and blushed a little. “By the way, this is Kim and Ingrid. Ladies, this is Audrey’s uncle,” Caprice said, “the one we’ve been talking about.” Capi winked at me. Kim and Ingrid giggled and waved. Audrey looked mortified.

Audrey said, “I hope it’s okay that we are all here for practice. I would have asked if I had known in advance,” and she rolled her eyes. “We can quit if you want. And it is naptime for the little monster. I’ll take care of it. We’ll be quieter.”

I said, “You are welcome anytime. You probably shouldn’t stay too long, though. Don’t worry about naptime. I’ve got him.” I scooped up the kid. “I’ve got some work to do in my office. I’ll close this door; you can cheer as much as you want. And feel free to raid the fridge when you are done.”

*

After I got the kid down, I almost collided into Audrey in the hallway. I held her in my arms, so she didn’t fall.

Audrey looked worried. “Capi just showed up with the other two. I am so sorry. I can ask them to leave.”

I said, “No, it’s fine. Just make sure they’re gone before my wife gets home. I don’t think I could explain four gorgeous 18-year olds in slutty cheer costumes.”

That made Audrey giggle. “If you think I look slutty, why don’t you do something about it?” she teased.

Never let that kind of challenge pass. “Oh, I will, little girl, and not a polite quickie in the hallway,” I said.

I grabbed my niece by her neck and pushed her into the wall. My other hand groped her breasts under her top, and then I reached under the short cheerleader skirt to yank her panties down. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard-on, my eight-inch babysitter adjustment tool.

Audrey started moaning as I rubbed her cunt and pressed two fingers inside of her. She was wet. I aimed my cock and thrust it into her; she gasped when I hit bottom. I started banging her against the wall, one hand squeezing her throat, the other gripping her bare ass to control her.

We both grunted with each stroke of the rough fucking. Audrey’s eyes sparkled with happiness. I looked at the photos getting jostled on the wall – my wedding picture and a group shot from my brother’s wedding. Audrey was a young flower girl standing with my sister-in-law. I kissed her and fucked her mouth with my tongue. I looked again at my wedding picture as my cum escort kartal squirted into my niece.

I said, “I’ll finish with you later,” and I pulled out.

“Deal,” Audrey said as she pulled up her panties, straightened her uniform, and turned to go.

I said, “Wait. If you are interested, a couple of my friends agreed to hire you one day a week for the rest of the summer. One is a custom home builder; he needs a runner to help keep his crews working. You’ll spend some time in the office, but mostly out on the job sites learning on how things get built. The other builds custom guitars. I thought that the way you talked about your dad’s jewelry boxes and cutting inlays, it might be of interest. He needs help getting his work on social media. If things work out, they said they would teach you some of their craft, like an apprentice, in the fall. You don’t have to do it, just an opportunity if you want it.

Audrey seemed to jump several feet into the air. “Oh my god, that’s so perfect. Of course, I want to do both. Thank you so much,” Audrey said. She took me into her arms and kissed me. “Thank you. I’m going to do something nice for you, I promise.” Then she skipped down the hall and away.

*

With the doors closed, I could hear only a low rumble and faint rhythmic pounding in my office. The kid was sleeping; I could hear slow, steady breathing on the baby monitor. I made a list for my golf trip and a list of changes to my finances I was considering. After forty minutes, there was a light tapping at the door, and Caprice let herself in.

“Can I talk to you for a bit? The girls are headed for the pool.” Capi asked. Her face and legs were flushed from exercise and had a light sheen. The cheer uniform looked particularly good on her, one of the benefits of being the captain. The short skirt accented the long, tan legs; the top was darted, so her large breasts were presented as if on a tray of ripe fruit.

I closed the file of pictures that showed my wife and her boss coming and going from a variety of houses and townhomes. I said, “Of course. Does Audrey know you are here?” The last thing I wanted was to cause a rift between these two friends – not right, too risky.

“It was her idea,” Caprice said. She sounded nervous.

“Okay, then. Sit down. What’s on your mind?” I said. I got up from my desk, and we sat on the small leather couch.

*

“Audrey told me what you did last week. It sounded wonderful. She said no one had ever nurtured her that way. She said it was like you actually get her.” Caprice fidgeted with her hands. “She said it made her feel safer.”

I said, “Well, it’s not too hard to figure out where some of the anxiety comes from. Her mom is a tough case. Plus Audrey is attractive, and that can be difficult, too.” I remembered the shower with Audrey, the shadow work, and the shopping. “So, what’s happening with you, Caprice?”

“Oh, my boyfriend. We started dating in high school. He was a star jock, and I was captain of the cheerleaders,” Capi said, looking off into the memory. “It was fun – then. Now he is such a jerk. He’s always mad at me for something. He’s mad that I spend so much time with the dance team. He says I’m never there for him. He is so rough and crude some times.” Caprice looked down at her hands. I had never seen her sad before.

I said, “Capi, do you always feel safe when you are with him?”

Caprice was silent.

I moved over to be next to her and put my arms around her. “Come here, honey. Let me hold you. I promise you it will be okay and fixed before Monday.” She looked at me and smiled through the tears.

“There are a couple of ways to go at this,” I said. “So for starters, let me make some guesses. In high school, you were the ‘it’ couple. That was fun, and it was all so easy. School, game-day, dances, parties, events, holidays, prom. Was that it?” Capi nodded.

“Now, he still hangs out with his high school friends whenever he wants and expects you to be there when he is ready – to meet his schedule and needs. He doesn’t like you to talk to anyone new, especially a guy, even if it not about dating or flirting. Being a cheerleader in school was cool, but he thinks the dance competition is stupid. He hates going to the competitions, but when he does go, he hates that you talk to too many people. When you are at practice or competitions, he thinks you are cheating on him. You are starting to think he is cheating on you. Is that close?” I asked.

Caprice look startled. “Did Audrey tell you already?’

‘Nope. She didn’t have to; it’s so common even when some of the details are different.” I said. “But hang on. There’s more – another side.”

“You liked dating the big man on campus. You were the cheerleading captain, one of the most popular girls in the school. Of course, you got the guy with the most status. You liked that no other guy dared to try anything with you. You liked that a guy would get a thumping if they did. But now, it’s different,” I said. I wondered how far to take it.

“Now, maltepe escort there is no status for dating your high school boyfriend. There is no game day, no prom. You don’t like the way he tries to control you. You love being the captain of your dance squad. You love being the one to make sure it all works. You love pulling people in, like Audrey. You love the competition, and you want to win, don’t you?” I said. Capi was sitting up straighter now.

She said, “I do love it. I do. Why can’t he understand that?”

“Tell me something,” I said. “How do you get your boyfriend to do something or not do something when you need to?”

Caprice blushed. “Different things, depending. I talk baby talk, or rub my boob on his arm, or hint that he is going to get a blow job.”

I said, “That sounds about right. Now think about it. In high school, you were both very traditional – he was the strong cowboy; you were the prettiest girl in town. After high school, he is still the same but without status, and you are looking for a new you, at least for now, and you have found the dance squad gives you a new identity. You are using your girl tricks to keep him on the string while you explore. And now, here you are with me. I think you are being naughty.”

Capi did not look happy. She asked, “Can you fix it?”

“I can start.” I pulled Caprice over my lap and flipped up her skirt. “I’m going to spank you now, Caprice. What I mostly did with Audrey last week was to see her. Something I notice many women want and need is for their steady man to see them as they are, every day, every moment. It changes, kind of like the weather. And women like to know where their anchor is while they explore – how far they go depends on the strength of the anchor – and they want to know that a home is safe and waiting for them to nest,” I said.

“On the other hand, little girls like to tease their daddy and be naughty. I want a woman. I’m going to spank the little girl.”

I gave Caprice ten hard swats on her ass. The ruffled panties probably reduced some of the sting. I was going for surprise and shock; it didn’t matter if her ass glowed red. “Now,” I said. “What will it be? Do you want to break up with this guy, or fix him? If you want to stay together, you are going to have to be the kind of girlfriend you were in high school – very traditional. I think you will want to be more traditional later in your life. But right now, you want to perform and compete, and win. You have to be honest with yourself. You can’t have an old-fashioned boyfriend and re-invent yourself, at the same time. It isn’t fair to him, and it’s not honest from you.”

I pulled down her ruffled panties. Her ass was beautiful – round and firm. There was a little red from the spanking; there was going to be more. I gave her ten more hard swats. I counted down from ten for her. I pushed my hand down between her legs and inserted two fingers into her cunt. She was sopping wet.

“Capi, you are going to be a fabulous woman. I hope I get to see it. Whatever man gets you is going to be a very lucky dude. But first, you are going to have to be honest about who you are and what you want, and stop using little girl tricks to manipulate the boys in your life,” I said sternly. I pulled her panties back into place. “You can sit up now. You can have anything you want, but you can’t have everything you want.”

Instead of retreating to the end of the couch, or fleeing the room, Caprice straddled my lap. She looked into my eyes, then gave me a passionate kiss, then another, and then wrapped her arms around my neck and held herself close.

I said, “You didn’t come in here for boyfriend advice, did you?”

Capi sat back and smiled at me. “No,” she said, “I came for your cock, but I got something more. What you said, I didn’t like it, but it’s true. After talking with Audrey and what you told me, I know what to do about a man in my life.”

*

I bent Caprice over the back of the couch and pulled her panties down and off. I ran my hands up her calves to the inside of her thighs. I pulled her cheeks apart to see the little rosebud winking at me. I could smell her wet sex. I buried my face into that beautiful girl and drilled my tongue into her pussy. She tasted like honey. I rubbed my ring and index fingers along her puffy lips to stimulate her clit; my middle finger pushed inside her tight cunt and stroked her most sensitive spot. I ran my tongue up her cleft to circle and licked her anus. She gasped.

“Oh, fuck me. I need that cock in me. Please fuck me now.”

I stripped out of my golf clothes while trying not to break contact with her. My cock was raging; I lined it up with her sweet hole and shoved it in.

“Now, woman, you are going to be fucked.” I grabbed a handful of hair, and another of boob, and fucked Caprice as hard as I could. Capi bucked back against me and whimpered.

We were both getting close. I pinched her nipple and then used that hand to pull and pinch her clit. She came hard, and then again.

I pendik escort bayan commanded, “Get onto your knees.” Caprice moved to the floor and looked up at me. I pushed my cock into her mouth once and then pumped my cum onto her face and cheerleading uniform. After three big globs, I pushed my cock back into her mouth. “Clean me.”

Caprice fondled my balls while she sucked and licked my cock clean. She ran her tongue on both sides and underneath the head. She gave it a kiss. She smiled.

Capi said, “The girls are in the pool. I have to go. You should join us.”

I said, “I’ll change and be out in twenty minutes.”

Caprice smiled and said, “None of us brought swimsuits. You might want to hurry.”

*

I’m not a fool. Even with an invitation, I wasn’t going to walk out to my pool naked looking for four 18-year old girls, two of whom I had never met before. I didn’t know what I would find when I got there, so I did change into my trunks. I need not have bothered.

The girls were naked in the pool, bouncing the beach ball as if they were playing volleyball without a net. My life felt a little like that these days – played without a net. Audrey and Caprice seemed to be playing together on a side. They were in the deeper end of the pool with the water up to their boobs. When they jumped for a ball, their breasts rose above the surface. They were both breathtaking and beautiful. They had good game intuition with each other – neither was ever out of position for the other. My cock started to get hard just from looking at them.

Because Kim was so petite, she and Ingrid played on the shallow end. That left most of Ingrid’s torso above the waterline. All of her muscles showed; she had almost no body fat. As she played, each muscle popped into view – definitely a bodybuilder. She had large breasts, but on top of the muscle, they didn’t seem huge. She looked very German, yet her nipples were an unexpected darker brown. She was graceful and possessed a long reach. I was glad Audrey and Capi were not playing against her for money. Whenever Ingrid made a good play, Kim jumped into her arms and kissed her. The dance squad seemed more interesting all the time; I wondered about the other dozen members on the 16-person team.

“Audrey and Ingrid, get him naked and in the pool,” Capi called when she spotted me. Audrey climbed the ladder, then ran into my arms, kissed me, and said, “Thank you so much.” Her hands unsnapped my trunks. Ingrid pulled them down – my hard-on popped free.

“Impressive. Look, Kim, something to vault,” Ingrid said as she gripped my cock, waved it at her teammate, and tugged me toward the pool. Kim nodded and blushed. Capi hooted. Ingrid and Audrey jumped back into the pool.

Capi called out, “Fish out of water.” They wanted to play Marco Polo, and now I was it. I jumped in with a big splash, closed my eyes, and called out.

“Marco,” I said. I heard four voices respond. I wanted to get to Capi since the game was her idea, but first, I wanted to get my hands on Kim. She was tiny, with almost no breasts; where Ingrid looked strong, Kim looked tight. I imagined how tight she might be. I moved to where I heard her distinctive voice, but no one was there.

“Marco.”

“Polo,” the girls all called back. It sounded like Kim had moved to the deeper end of the pool. I hoped she couldn’t move as fast there, and I would have her trapped. I grabbed forward, but all I got was the edge of the pool. I heard some dripping on the concrete,

“Fish out of the water,” I said. She was, and now Kim was it. With my eyes open, and even with hers closed, I could see why I couldn’t catch her. She moved fast whether she was standing in the shallow end or swimming in the deep end.

We played for a while until Capi called for a break. Audrey swam over to kiss me by the ladder before climbing out of the pool. There was a pitcher of lemonade in the shade that still had some ice in it and four glasses. The girls started whispering among themselves. I wondered what was coming.

Audrey and Capi laid me on my back and started oiling my body. They used all four of their hands to oil and pump my cock until it was hard. Then they stretched my arms out to the sides and sat on my hands.

“Rub our clits,” Capi demanded.

I used my thumbs to rub their clits while my fingers teased their beautiful bald pussies. Occasionally I would circle and scratch their back puckers. I looked hungrily from one to the other until Ingrid’s thighs blocked my view.

I could see Kim raise my feet and push them toward Ingrid’s hands. Ingrid held my ankles and pulled until my knees were close to my chest, and my ass lifted off the deck.

Kim pulled my hard-on toward her and then mounted the backs of my thighs. She leaned forward and rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy. I had wondered how tight she was. She lifted her feet off the deck and twisted down on my cock until I was deep into her vise-grip. With her hands at the back of my knees, she extended her legs into a side-split.

Ingrid settled her blonde furry patch down onto my face. I started licking and sucking. I thought about my hole-in-one and gin and tonic in the morning. She pushed and pulled my legs by my ankles, which caused Kim to pump up and down on my cock.

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