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This story is entirely fiction. It’s intentionally short, with little character development; sort of an experiment for me, written in what I think of as an impressionistic style, a first foray into stroke stuff.

A very tiny, rather melancholy twist pops up at the end; hope you don’t mind. Readers on another site complained about it.

*

I sat on the top step, in the shallow end of my pool. She sat on the next step down, her head leaning back onto my chest.

We had been skinny-dipping, shielded from curious eyes by a fence and a well-tended hedge. The sun was warm on our skin, late enough not to be much of a burn hazard, still early enough to be round and full and comforting. A steady breeze sang through the trees, keeping us cool.

I idly rubbed her shoulders, eliciting equally idle murmurs; from there, I moved down to scratch her back, just like she liked. She leaned forward to accommodate me.

After a moment, I slipped my arms under hers and moved my hands around to cup her breasts. I loved squeezing them, gently, feeling their supple resistance; solid thirty-six Cs they were, all natural, with nipples half an inch long when erect. They sagged a bit — being past thirty will do that — but they’d never swollen with milk, never deflated after ataşehir escort weaning a child.

She leaned back into me while I massaged her lovely orbs, and said, “Feels nice.”

“You sure do,” I replied softly.

She turned her face to mine, and we shared a kiss.

When the kiss broke, she gazed into my eyes for a moment; then she said, “Eat me?”

I grinned. “How could I turn down a request like that?”

She smiled, then moved to my right, hoisting herself mostly out of the water, sitting on a towel, her legs still dangling in the water, spread wide for me.

I patted her clean-shaven mons with the edge of the towel, not wanting the taste of chlorine to hide the sweetness I knew so well. I placed little feather-soft kisses on her outer lips; I felt them swell in response, heard her breathing quicken.

I stuck my tongue into her folds, lightly, gently, feeling her petals begin to bloom fully, finding her hard little button that responded so eagerly to my efforts. I flicked it several times, caught it with my lips, and made ‘mmm’ sounds.

Her reaction told me how well I was doing.

I was past the preliminaries, tasting her juices flowing freely, and I pushed my tongue as deeply into her as I could, enjoying every kadıköy escort bayan second of this oral delight. I lapped at her delicate folds, firmly, tenderly; and right when I knew she would, she shuddered, hissing out her orgasm.

I stopped my efforts as I felt her hand on my head; pulling away, I moved up to lay half-prone beside her, keeping a respectful distance, watching her flush recede, hearing her breathing regulate itself.

At length, she turned half-focused eyes to me. I kissed her; she returned the kiss gently, laconically, without passion, as she always did after an orgasm.

“I love to taste me on your lips,” she whispered.

I smiled, kissed her again.

We lay there for a few moments; she pushed me onto my back, and said, “Let’s see what you have to offer down in these parts,” as she placed her lips onto my glans.

She wasn’t a deep-throat gal, a competent fellatrix but not a pro; she sucked me into hardness, using her tongue expertly, eliciting great, pleasurable groans from me.

After a couple of minutes of servicing me, she stretched out beside me again, and said, “Your turn.”

I positioned myself between her opened legs, and slipped into her easily, her lubricants fully restored and ready for me. escort maltepe Her vaginal muscles, so strong, so well-trained, assisted my thrusts in coaxing my offering from me.

“Can’t hold out,” I muttered.

“Come inside me, baby,” she said.

With that I erupted, filling her with me, wanting it to go on far longer than it would, savoring every second. We both moaned, low sounds against the insistent passing of the breeze through the hedge.

I supported myself for a moment, then reached down to kiss her once again. I slipped back to her side, spooning behind her, cupping her breast, both of us enjoying the warm glow of love, made; nuzzling her neck, I soon joined her in a light doze.

A scant half hour later we stirred. She was shivering a little; she slipped back into the warm water. I gazed at her and smiled; she returned the smile, then reached for her bathing suit, a lovely one-piece that accented her curves and retained some decorum.

She got out of the pool, reached down into a pile of her belongings, and looked at her watch.

“Four-thirty,” she said simply.

I nodded, watched her gather her items.

“Frank will be home soon. I’ll need to get a shower, so I’d best be trotting,” she said.

I sat upright. She bent over to kiss me; as we kissed, I ran a hand over her left breast. She smiled at that; then, after a final peck, turned and slipped through the gate separating our homes.

I sat for another few moments, then gathered my trunks and the couple of towels we’d used, and went inside.

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Every character in this story is fictional and over 18.

*****

“Good morning honey,” Kim said to her recently High School graduated 18-year-old son.

“Good morning mom,” Curt replied, his back to her as he poured a bowl of cereal before going to work. He turned around and saw his mom wearing her most seductive lingerie she had. He shook his head wishing she’d stop doing this to him. She had him when she was young and in her mid-30’s she was still remarkably hot, her body oozing sexuality.

His dad left them 6 months ago because, according to her, he couldn’t keep up with her sex drive. He could hear them arguing almost every night about how she wanted to fuck and all he wanted to do was rest. Finally, he’d had enough of her begging. So, he packed his stuff and left. His mom was devastated for a while but then she started to turn her attention to him. Now when he said she was hot, he meant it. At 5’9″, dark hair, caramel colored eyes, long toned legs, and a very curvy figure topped by all-natural DD breasts. Her looks turned heads anywhere she went.

He stood there, eating his cereal, admiring his mom’s body. His issue, he fantasized about her when he masturbated. He felt guilty about it and he never expected to be in this position where his mom was focusing her entire sexual energy towards him. He knew he was weak and didn’t know how long he could hold off her advances.

She walked towards him, her bra clad DD breasts quivering with every step she took. Smiling a knowing smile that he was enjoying the view. She stopped right in front of him, “So tell me son, are you still planning on going to university here in town?”

“Yes mom, we’ve discussed this. I’m going to stay in town while I go to school.”

She inched a little closer to him, “Well, you know, I might make you pay rent. Unless we work out another arrangement.” She put her leg between his and rubbed her thigh on his groin. He let out a little moan.

“Mom, please stop it,” he said moving away from her.

“What’s the matter, you don’t like what mommy was doing to you?”

“That’s not the point.”

“So, then you do like it,” she said, moving back in front of him. Her smoldering caramel eyes begging him to fuck her. This time, instead of using her thigh, she used her hand to massage his young hard cock. “Mmmm, feels like mommy is making you happy.”

It took every ounce of willpower in him to move away from her, “I asked you to stop, so please stop!”

A smile crept across her face, she knew she had him and it was only a matter of time before he fucked her.

Curt went to take a shower and as usual, he masturbated to the thought and feel of his mom touching his cock. He imagined how good she would feel with his dick in her, pumping in and out of her wet, hot pussy. Or, how sexy she’d look as she gave him a blowjob, her sexy eyes watching him as she made him squirm. When he came, it was so hard, he almost collapsed. He actually started rationalizing that he should fuck his mom, just one time, to see if she was as good as he thought.

Curt finished his shower, dried off, put on his clothes, and drove to work. While there, all he could think about was his mom and how good it felt when she touched him. By the time his workday was over, he’d worked himself into a full-blown sexual frenzy. His cock was hard as a rock and he’d made up his mind, he had to fuck his mom.

Meantime, Kim went to the grocery store and bought groceries so she can make Curt’s favorite meal. Arriving home, she carefully prepared a ribeye steak, salad, and a loaded baked potato. Next, she showered, and put on one of her skin-tight outfits that left little to the imagination. She wanted to ensure her visual image was as good as it could get. Next, she went into the bedroom and prepared for what she hoped would be an all-night fuckfest.

She heard Curt drive up and became excited with anticipation. She’d decided on a full court press to get him to fuck her. She was standing by the door when he walked in, “Hi mom. Wow, you look really sexy.”

She sensed a change in his attitude, “Thanks son. How was your day?”

“It ataşehir escort was great. I managed to get everything done that I needed to before I left.”

She moved closer to him, her face by his. She whispered in his ear, “Why don’t you go shower. I’ve made your favorite meal.” She nibbled on his ear, sending sparks through his body. His erection was back.

He finished his shower, put on running shorts and a loose-fitting t-shirt. His mom was waiting for him in the dining room, “Here baby, sit here.” She said pointing to a chair. She sat across from him, both playing mental gymnastics regarding how the night was going to play out. She was hoping he is as horny as she is. She needed to feel his young cock in her, fucking her and cuming in her.

After they finished eating, she cleared the table and was rinsing the dishes in the sink. Curt walked up behind her, put his hands around her narrow waist, and turned her around. He kissed her hard and deep. Her body melted into his, their tongues darting and dancing in each other’s mouth, she reached for his throbbing dick. Her breathing quickened as she felt how hard he is. “Oh son, your cock feels so good. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Finally resigned to the fact he is going to have sex his mom, this one time, he let her lead him to her bedroom. Opening the door, he saw candles burning, a crock pot full of baby oil, an ice bucket full of ice, and mint flavored toothpaste. His mom looked at him and said, “Sweetie, this is a night you’ll never forget.” From that point on, she took control.

Kim lifted his shirt over his head and ran her hands over his young hard body. She took off her top and bra too. Her nipples erect with passion, wanting to be suckled by her son. She pulled him to her, kissing him while her breasts gently caressed his chest. They both groaned with building anticipation. She slid his running shorts down and he kicked them to the side. His throbbing cock pulsed in front of his mother’s face.

She pulled a heated microfiber cloth out of the warm baby oil and wrapped it around his testicles and then she massaged them. The warm slick feeling of the oil-soaked rag caused his dick to throb and ache; begging relief. She smiled up at him, her beautiful face framed by her long hair, and her caramel eyes letting him know she was enjoying pleasuring her son.

As she continued to massage his testicles, she kissed the length of his swollen throbbing cock. Her tongue exploring every inch, working over the tip of his manhood, licking and sucking; driving him crazy.

She refreshed the oil-soaked rag, wrapping it around his testicles. This time, she took several pieces of ice in her mouth and chewed them into a slush. She squirted some of the mint toothpaste in her mouth and placed his rock-hard dick in her mouth. He almost fell down, the contrast of the warm rag wrapped around his balls and the cold minty feeling of his mom’s mouth made him weak in the knees.

She could feel his balls tighten and his cock grow as he was preparing for release. “No baby, not yet. Mommy wants you to cum in her pussy, not her mouth.” she stopped the stimulus, allowing his to regain control of his ejaculation. She did this to him four times, each time bringing him closer to ejaculation. She knew he’d lost control and all he could think about was when would he be able to feel relief.

“Mom don’t get me wrong, what you’re doing feels awesome. But I need to cum. I feel like my balls are going to explode.”

She stopped massaging his balls, sucking his dick, and cleaned him up. “You’re ready son.” She laid on the bed and scooted to the middle, taking him by the hand. She spread her legs and pulled him between them. His throbbing cock sensed a hot, wet pussy was waiting to be fucked.

She looked him in the eyes as she took him in her hand and guided him to her entrance. Anticipation increased her breath rate; she was ready for her son’s hard cock to fill her pussy. He pushed his hips forward causing him to enter her. They both gasped with overwhelming pleasure.

Now, fully inside her, he looked at his mom’s ecstasy filled face and kadıköy escort bayan he felt a tremendous amount of love towards her. He never wanted this moment to end. He lowered his face to hers, kissed her on the lips and said, “I love you mom.”

“I love you too son. Make love to me slowly, I want this feeling to last. The first time is always so special.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more mom,” he said, as he slowed his pace enjoying the feel of her hot wet pussy.

A few moments later, her breath rate quickened, and she started to massage and squeeze her breasts and nipples. Her back arched and she locked her legs around him, pulling him further into her. He felt her hot wet pussy sliding over his cum building cock. He could feel his body preparing to release inside her.

She pulled him tight to her, both of their bodies perfectly in synch as their passion built to orgasm; each grinding into the other. “Shit son, cum in me. I want to feel your hot seed filling me.”

He couldn’t hold out any longer, he thrust his dick faster and harder into his mom and they both released at the same time. Her orgasm was powerful as she begged him to fuck her hard. He had the most powerful ejaculation of his life. Every time he plunged inside her, he filled her with more and more of his hot sticky cum. Their first orgasms were intense and lasted for a couple of minutes. Finally, exhausted, they collapsed into each other’s arms.

Face to face they cuddled, enjoying the aftermath of an intense orgasm. They were gently kissing and running their hands over each other’s body. She was the first to speak, “That felt really good son. Mommy has never been fucked like that before. It was intense!”

“Truth be told, I liked it too. I can still feel your mouth on my dick, and you felt so hot and wet. In fact, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”

She smiled, “So fuck your mommy again. Afterall, it is the weekend and we can stay in bed all weekend. But this time, I get on top.”

Except for going to the restroom and eating, Kim and Curt did stay in bed and had sex all weekend. When the weekend ended and Curt had to go to work, Kim missed him. Granted, Kim was always waiting for him in the bedroom and the first order of business was to have a wild love making session before they did anything else. Obviously, their relationship had changed, and Kim wanted him even more.

After a couple of weeks went by, Kim couldn’t stand not constantly being around Curt. So, after an intense lovemaking session Kim proposed and idea. She said, “Baby, I have an idea I’d like to run by you.”

“Sure mom, what is it?”

“Well, you know your dad and I are now divorced.”

“Yes, I realize that.”

“What you might not know, is he pays me a significant amount of alimony. In fact, it’s enough to support both of us in an accommodating lifestyle. So, I was thinking, why don’t you quit your job and stay home with me? Then, we could lounge around all day and have sex whenever we want.” To emphasize her point, she put his dick in her mouth, sucking on it for all she’s worth.

He replied, “Mom, you make a great point! I’ll quit tomorrow.”

Grinning, she said, “That makes me so happy!”

After Curt quit, all he and his mom did was stay in bed. Every day was a sexfest and they were deeply in love and inseparable. Of course, they went out but mostly to celebrate, and as it turns out, there were lots of reasons to celebrate. And, for when they couldn’t wait to get back home, they purchased and outfitted a top of the line Sprinter van, comfortably. It was a home away from home!

On their two-month anniversary, Curt and Kim dressed up and went out to the best steakhouse in town. His mom was dressed to kill. She was wearing her version of “the little black dress” that looked like it was sprayed on and barely covered her ass. Her hair is up, her makeup flawless, and her stilettos completed the wardrobe ensemble.

Arm-in-arm they walked into the restaurant; Curt proud to be seen with his sexy mother. It was the middle of the week and the place was full of businessmen entertaining escort maltepe guests. Naturally, Kim attracted male attention. Several men gawked at her as if she were meat on a hook.

The maître d seated them in the middle of the restaurant. After they were seated, the men turned their attention back to what they were doing; except for one. He couldn’t take his eyes off Kim and even went so far as to lick his lips so she could see it.

After the salad course, Kim noted the gawker was still at it, and she’d had enough. She got up from the table, walked to him, and motioned for him to scoot back. After he scooted his chair back, she straddled him, and Curt knew she wasn’t wearing any panties. She is looking him right in the eyes; and she slowly started grinding on him with her bare pussy. She leaned over to the side of his head, her hot breath sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

She said, just loud enough for nearby people to hear, “I noticed you’ve been staring at me,” he nodded his head, “I bet you’d like to fuck me, wouldn’t you,” he nodded his head again. “Yeah, I bet you’d like to stick your dick in my wet, tight, hot pussy and fuck me until you cum inside me.” The guy wasn’t looking so sure of himself now. She continued the slow grind on his crotch, her bare pussy still riding over his now erect dick. “Or, I bet you’d like for me to give you a blowjob, sucking on you until my mouth is filled with your cum, and watch me swallow your load.”

At that point Kim could feel his dick pulsing as he jizzed in his pants. She stopped grinding on him, looked in his eyes again, and said, “You see that young man over there,” she said and he nodded his head, “that’s my son and he’s going to be taking me home, after we finish our meal, and he’s going to fuck and cum in me over and over tonight. Now go wash up and have more respect for women you fucking asshole.” Completely embarrassed, the man stood, the wet spot on his crotch visible, and went to the bathroom.

Kim, walking back to their table, her eyes locked on her son’s, was breathing deep. Curt had seen this before and he knew his mom was extremely horny and wanted to be fucked. Through deep breaths, she said, “That was fucking hot! Let’s go, mommy needs to get fucked!” They left the restaurant, walking as fast as they could to the Sprinter.

They got to the Sprinter van and by the time he crawled into the van and locked the door, his mom was naked and working on taking his belt off. With his clothes now off, she slid back on the bed and spread her legs, her pussy is dripping wet. Curt has had sex with his mom many times but when he entered her, he’d never felt her so wet and hot. She immediately wrapped her legs around him and said, “Come on son, fuck me hard. I need to orgasm.” They were so horny they had sex three times before they were finally relieved enough to head home. And, once they got home, they picked up right where they left off.

A few weeks later, Kim was on top, slowly moving up and down on his dick. They both enjoyed this position because Curt could run his hands all over his mother’s body and he enjoyed her reaction as he played with her sensitive breasts. “Hey baby,” she said, “You remember Aunt Claire?”

“Of course, I remember your porn star sister.” he replied smiling.

“Well, she’s coming to live with us for a while.”

Her sister is the splitting image of his mom. She’s about ten years younger, has a tighter body, with slightly larger breasts. He has seen some of her porn and it is beyond hot. He was stunned, happy, and not sure how to reply. His thoughts immediately turned to fucking her.

His mom asked, “Where’d you go Curt?”

“Oh, ah, nowhere.” was his lame reply.

His mom, knowing his mind, said, “I bet you were thinking about fucking aunt Claire? You know, she’s beyond a nympho, right? In fact, that’s why she got into porn. She couldn’t think about anything else besides having a hard dick in her all the time, but she needed to eat. She decided going into porn was a good compromise. She could fuck and make money at the same time. But now, she’s trying to slow down; a little.”

Curt’s mind drifted to imagining his mom and aunt Claire going down on each other. His mom asked, “Oh, shit baby, what the hell are you thinking about now? You just got rock hard.”

Smiling at his mom, he said, “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

Part 2, coming soon.

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This is a true story happened in my life. I was then married for 7 years and staying with my wife in Bangalore. We received a call from my sister-in-law Sandhya that she and her husband will be coming to Bangalore. Her husband Raj was alcoholic and was advised treatment in a Bangalore hospital. They arrived to admit Raj to the hospital.

My sister-in-law Sandhya was a 27 years beautiful woman with 36C-26-38 figure and a fair skin. Whenever she used to walk ,her ass used to swing in a beautiful way. I had a crush on her right from the day I had got married and always used to fantasize about her. I thought now was an opportunity and started planning.

Raj was admitted in a city hospital and Sandhya used to go there from Morning to evening. Some times I used to drop her to hospital on way to my work. One day when I went to drop her to hospital and when we reached I volunteered to open the car door from my driving position and while doing so brushed her boobs and stared at her from the corner of my eye for her reaction. She blushed and immediately got down and said thanks and started walking towards the hospital building. My first move has not got any adverse reaction and this has encouraged me further.

Next week to this incident, in the afternoon I was at home and my wife had gone out for something. The door bell rang and I opened the door to see Sandhya standing. ataşehir escort She told me that Raj was undergoing some tests in the hospital and she was not required there hence she came early. She went to her room, changed into a house gown and came out. She asked me whether she would make any tea for me? I asked her to do so and went into my bedroom. After about 10 minutes she walked into my bedroom with a teacup in the hand. An idea flashed into my mind. She bent to leave the teacup on the bedside table and kept. As she was about to turn I held her hand, pulled her on the bed ,pinned her wrists down and deep kissed her. She was taken by surprise for a moment but immediately pushed me aside and ran back to her room. I was also scared now thinking there will be a sure scene after my wife returns. My wife returned after half an hour. She and Sandhya started preparing for dinner. I was called for dinner and while having dinner Sandhya was not looking at me eye to eye. After finishing her work my wife came to the bedroom and I was expecting sparks flying but nothing happened. I was happy and knew that this a positive signal fro Sandhya.

I was waiting for a kill and I had a good opportunity. My wife had to leave for Chennai for 3 days for a meeting. It was Thursday evening. I came from office at about 8 PM. Sandhya had prepared the dinner and we kadıköy escort bayan had a quite dinner. She was not looking at me at all. After the dinner I was watching TV in the drawing room. She was there till 10.30 Pm and then left to her room. I was watching a movie on TV till 12 midnight. It started raining very heavily that night . I got up and moved towards my bedroom and on the way checked Sandhya’s bedroom door, the latch was locked from inside.

Suddenly lust has taken over me. I got hold of duplicate key of the latch and without making any noise opened Sandhya’s bedroom door. I went inside and closed the door slowly. There was very dim blue color night lamp in the room and to my surprise and luck Sandhya was sleeping on her side naked on a double bed. Her sexy body curves I could make out even in that dim blue light. I removed my clothes and slept next to her and was waiting for her to turn on the other side. After about few minutes she started turning on the other side and while doing so when her face was facing the ceiling I sat on her thighs and pinned her wrists to the bed and kissed her.

She was very scared by my attack and opened her mouth to shout and immediately I inserted my tongue in her mouth and muffled her noises. She did not know what had hit her and was struggling to break free however I was holding her wrists very strongly. escort maltepe I started deep kissing her and told her not to shout and I love her. After deep kissing her for 5 minutes her resistance melted and she started actively deep kissing me. By now I had a monstrous erection and my cock was dying to enter her. She was feeling my hard cock and she opened her thighs and in one go I rammed my cock in her. It was so hard that she had some difficulty accommodating it fully inside. I started giving slow strokes and while doing so started pinching her by now very erect nipples. I loosened my grip over her wrists and made them free. She started moving her hands on my back and was pleading me to fuck her faster and harder. I fucked her very hard for almost 10 minutes and shot my cum deep into her and collapsed on her.

I was satisfied that I could fuck her at last however she was not done yet. She started working on my limp cock and she brought it back to life in a few minutes. She must be one hell of a bitch because she made me lie down on my back and sat on my cock. She guided my cock into her cunt and started slowly riding me. She increased her rhythm and started pinching her own breasts. I started kneading her breasts by my free hands. She rode me for almost 20 minutes. Both of us were sweating by now due to intense sexual activity for the last one hour or so. She had a firm grip on my waist and pushing her cunt closer and closer on my cock so that it was almost reaching her womb. I shot a hot load of cum deep into her and she reached a climax. She fell on me flatly. I held her in my arms, kissed her deep and both of us went to sleep.

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I wanted to write this story, not only to entertain but to reinforce the ideal that during our lifetime we make choices and there are always consequences for those choices we make. Sometimes the consequences are great and work out well while other times the consequences are not so good and we have to be willing to accept the penalty for our bad choices.

As the story unfolds there will be detailed descriptions of some events while at other times there will only be passing information so you will have an idea what the characters have been through before we get to the climax.

This story is very long and has many true facts about one family’s life and lifestyle. The names of the characters have been changed to protect the persons involved.

You may want to read the previous chapters first so you will have an idea what our characters have been up to.

For the record: All characters in this story are legal aged!

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Donna stayed in the hospital for two days after delivering our daughter. I continued to work during that time. After leaving work I went directly to the hospital where I joined Beth and my mom in Donna’s room. We always stayed until visiting hours were over before leaving.

Before we left the hospital each night we chose a place to stop and eat so we didn’t have to cook when we got home. Most guys talk bad about their mother-in-law but with Beth being with my mom and me, I formed an unbreakable bond not only my mother-in-law but my mom as well.

We were like the Three Musketeers when we walked into a place to eat. We never knew what was going to happen because all three of us talked freely between us. I learned a lot about each of them and of course they learned just about everything about me which included our sexual habits and preferences. I also learned that both moms were really dissatisfied with their sex lives. We were no longer the typical family we had advanced to very close family members.

When we were at home we were always nude. Both our moms prepared the baby’s room and got everything ready so Donna didn’t have to do anything but rest when she came home.

On the day that Donna was being released from the hospital, we piled into my mom’s to pick her up. When we walked into Donna’s room she was dressed and waiting to be released. I walked over, kissed her and said, “I love you.” Donna said, “I love you to but I can’t wait to get out of here so I can go home and get out of these clothes. I’ve gone through hell trying to sleep in this freaking hospital gown.”

The nurse who was in the room with us, checking out the baby, smiled not knowing that Donna was actually telling the truth. We had some forms to sign and then the nurse called for a wheelchair to take Donna down to the front entrance.

I carried the baby in her car seat, my mom carried Donna’s bag and Beth carried the flowers and balloons which had been sent to Donna by her friends. Mom pulled the car up to the front doors of the hospital, after we loaded the stuff in the car Beth sat in the front seat while Donna and I shared the back seat with our daughter Kim.

When we arrived home I carried the baby in and everyone followed me to the nursery room. Once we were there, I placed the car seat on the table and all of us peered into it at the tiny sleeping baby.

After the baby was taken care of, each of us went to our room to take off our clothes. Donna and I went to our room and took off our clothes with the exception of Donna keeping her panties on. It had been a long time since Donna had worn panties around the house it seems strange to see her like that. But I understood the reason she had to wear them and didn’t say anything that would embarrass her.

I took time off from work so I could spend the first week at home with my new family. The three females were very attentive the Kim’s needs and they all took turns feeding her. I marveled at the way my mom, Donna’s mom and Donna shared the baby responsibilities. However both mothers constantly encouraged Donna to sit or lay down and rest.

Life progressed as normal as possible with a new baby in the house. A week later all of us had settled in with varied feeding schedules and some sleepless nights. All of us were ready to respond the minute that Kim made a sound. Our daughter had all four of us on call 24 hours a day and we loved it.

Donna got up one morning and after showering, she walked out of the master bathroom nude. She stopped and posed for me, turning this way and that way. Finally she asked me, “Do I look as sexy as I did when we were married?”

I didn’t hesitate to answer because I realized it was important for Donna to hear me say, “Yes baby, you are just as sexy if not sexier than when I married you! More importantly, you are now the mother of my wonderful baby girl and we are a complete family now!”

Donna ran and jumped on top of me and smothered me with kisses telling me, “You are really a sweet man and I love you so much!”

Both our moms and Donna escort kartal were in the kitchen by the time I had showered and walked out there. My mom was feeding Kim while Donna and Beth were fixing everyone breakfast. We had a general conversation about nothing in particular. We decided we were going to relax today and do a little bit of nothing other than hang around by the pool and get plenty of sun. After eating breakfast and getting everything cleaned up, we went outside while the baby slept. Donna set the baby monitor next to her lounge so she would be able to hear the baby.

We took turns rubbing lotion on each other’s body and soon all four of us were laying on a lounge working on our tans. It wasn’t long before my mom asked, “When are we going to order pizza again?

That comment sparked a lively conversation over the next 15 minutes. Parts of the conversation included inviting Mike and Sarah to come into the house while other parts included asking Mike and Sarah when they had a day off so they could join us by the pool. There were all kinds of scenarios tossed around between the four of us. Neither one of us objected asking Mike and Sarah to come and visit. Both of our mothers were more interested in asking them what day they had off verses a short few hours visit. There was finally a consensus that I make the call to the pizza place and order a pizza for lunch and ask for Mike and Sarah to deliver it.

As the time ticked away towards noon I could tell everyone was anxiously waiting for me to make the call. When the baby fussed someone got up to go take care of her whether it was time for feeding or diaper changing.

Finally it was time to make the call, so I picked up the portable phone and dialed the number. A girl answered the phone and I asked, “Is this Sarah?”

She responded with, “Yes this is she.”

I said into the phone, “Hi this is Matt.” and was immediately interrupted by Sarah saying, “Oh HI! I was hoping that we would hear from you again!” Sarah asked me how the baby and Donna were doing and I told her everyone is fine and she could see for herself if she was going to be delivering our order.

Sarah squealed into the phone, “Oh yeah, I would be happy to! May I take your order Matt?”

I gave Sarah my order and then asked her if she and Mike were going to deliver. Sarah said, “Mike is off right now and won’t be here until 4:00pm so I will be bringing your order out to you.”

I thanked Sarah and asked her how long it would be before she arrived and she told me about 35 minutes. I thanked her again and said goodbye, then hung up the phone.

I was bombarded with questions about Mike and Sarah before I even laid the phone down on the table. I turned my head and looked at my mom and Beth and said, “Mike is off right now but Sarah is bringing out our pizza and will be here in about 35 minutes.” There was an undercurrent of excitement even though only Sarah was coming out here.

The next 35 minutes dragged by and finally we heard the gravel in the driveway crunching and knew our pizza had arrived. I sat up looked at mom and Beth who were already standing. I got up and walked into the house to get the money and as I passed the nursery room door, I whispered to Donna that the pizza was here. As I reached my bedroom door, I heard the doorbell ring but I didn’t worry because both of our mothers were there to answer it.

I retrieved the money and a healthy tip from my wallet and started back towards the living room and as I passed the nursery room door Donna joined me holding the baby. Both of us walked into the living room and I was surprised to see both Mike and Sarah standing in our living room. I smiled to myself as Donna and I walked towards them. Someone had already set the pizza box down on the table. When I walked over to where they were standing, I reached out my hand and shook hands with Mike then Sarah.

Sarah saw the confused look on my face and she spoke up saying, “Matt after you called, I called Mike and told him I was coming out here again and asked if he was busy or if he wanted to come out with me. I guess you know he wasn’t that busy that he would stay away from this delivery.”

I smiled at Mike and tried to make him feel more comfortable by saying, “I’m glad that you could come out. I know you enjoyed the last time you were here and as you can see, only one thing has changed. Donna is now holding our daughter Kim instead of carrying her.”

Sarah of course did the female thing and asked to see the baby, so Donna turned her around and held her so Sarah could look at her. Mike was standing right beside Sarah but his eyes traveled between looking at the baby and looking at Donna’s breasts.

Donna noticed Mike looking at her so she asked Mike, “Do I look any different than the last time you saw me?”

Mike wasn’t sure how to answer that question until Donna openly invited him to look at her. My mom stepped over to Donna and took the baby from her arms allowing Donna to step maltepe escort back and part her feet so Mike could view all of her. At first Mike didn’t really take time to look at Donna so she prompted him by saying, “Go ahead, don’t be bashful, you can look at all of me!”

As Mike was openly ogling Donna’s nude body it excited me to know that another male was looking at my lovely wife. Immediately my cock started to rise and Sarah noticed it right away and looked at my cock, then up at my face and back to my cock. I just smiled at her and she smiled back.

My mom broke the silence by asking, “Mike, Sarah when is your next day off together?

Both of them looked at my mom then Sarah said, “It really all depends. Mike and I can take time off anytime because it’s only a part time job for us. We are rarely off at the same time unless we ask for it or call in and tell them we won’t be there.” Sarah continued, “The Pizza Palace has a lot of part time people they can call on so if we wanted time off, we can just take it off.”

My mom heard Sarah and immediately asked, “Would it be possible for both of you take this afternoon off?”

Sarah looked at Mike and asked, “What do you think?”

Mike asked, “What would we do if we took the afternoon off?”

I said, “If you two can take off this afternoon, you are welcome to join us, have some pizza and go swimming in the pool.”

Sarah looked at Mike and said, “Remember they have a house rule so both of us would be nude if we stayed here.”

Mike hemmed and hawed until I realized what the problem was and I said, “Mike as you can see, my cock is hard and no one is worried about it so don’t worry if you have or get a hard on while you are with us.”

Mike looked relieved to hear that and he said to Sarah, “I can call in if you want me to but what are you going to do about work?”

Sarah smiled and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. She dialed the Pizza Palace and when they answered the phone Sarah said, “Bob this is Sarah, look I don’t feel well, can you cover me this afternoon?” Sarah listened to her phone and finally said, “Thanks Bob, I appreciate it, I’ll see you on Friday.”

Sarah smiled as she hung up her phone and said, “There, I’m all set until Friday, since tomorrow is my day off.”

Sarah looked at Mike and although he looked nervous, he said, “I will wait a little while and then call in and tell them I won’t be there today.”

My mom and Beth clapped their hands and Beth asked, “Are you two staying here for awhile?”

Sarah looked at Mike and asked, “What do you want to do?”

Mike looked around at all of us standing there nude and said, “Honestly, I’ve had a hard on since we started out here in the car.” After a few second pause he asked, “Are you sure it will be ok with all of you?”

Sarah pointed to my hard cock and asked Mike, “Do you think they will mind, Matt has had something pointed right at me for the past 15 minutes and you don’t hear anyone complaining do you?”

Donna stepped towards Mike and said, “Look Mike, if you want to use the bathroom and take care of yourself first, you can do that but I am sure you won’t offend either of us if you walked around our home with a hard on.”

Beth asked Sarah, “Do you want to use my room or the bathroom to remove your clothes?”

Sarah asked, “Can Mike and I use your bedroom? I promise we won’t do anything in there other than take off our clothes and leave them there.”

Beth said, “Sure come on you two and I show you to my room.”

As the three of them walked towards Beth’s room my mom walked towards the nursery to put the baby down in her bed and Donna and I walked into the kitchen. Donna whispered in my ear, “Oh My God, this is more than I ever expected. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I am really excited over the idea that Mike is going to be nude soon and I will get to see his cock.”

I whispered back, “I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I and really looking forward to seeing Sarah without her clothes on to.”

My mom came into the kitchen and smiled broadly at both of us and said, “Beth is helping Mike and Sarah take off their clothes. Her door is open and I heard them talking when I was in the nursery.”

It took at least another five minutes before Beth came walking into the kitchen and as she got into our view she said, “Presenting for the first time in the nude, here is Mike and Sarah in their first nude experience with others.”

As soon as Beth finished speaking Sarah stepped into view closely followed by Mike. There was complete silence in the room as each of us took time to look at the new nude couple.

My eyes went immediately to Sarah’s pussy and I was delighted to see that she too was completely bald. Sarah is slim and stands about five foot and couple of inches, she has blonde hair on her head and her “B” sized breasts stood proudly out from her chest and topped off with light pink areoles. Sarah also has sparkling blue eyes. pendik escort bayan I could easily tell that she hadn’t been exposed to the sun much because Sarah sported a farmer’s tan. Sarah doesn’t have a flat, toned belly but I can tell she takes care of herself unlike so many other people today.

Mike on the other hand stood at least six foot tall and had sandy brown hair, blue eyes, he was muscular and it was easy to tell he must exercise regularly. He had a six pack and his thighs looked hard. I looked at his cock and saw that he too was circumcised and about the same size as me. The only difference in his cock from mine was Mike had larger mushroom head at the end of his hard cock.

I looked around the room saw the only one looking at my body was Sarah. My mom, Beth and Donna were all looking at Mike. I have to congratulate both Sarah and Mike because neither of them covered their nude bodies.

After a few minutes of curious staring on everyone’s part, I asked, “How about we eat some delicious pizza?” I offered Mike and Sarah a beer and each one accepted. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out 6 bottles of beer and took them out on the patio table. Everyone followed me out the door, Sarah carrying the pizza and mom had the paper plates and napkins.

We all sat down and after each of us had pizza and a beer the conversation started. Sarah said, “I feel a little bit weird being nude in front of everyone but I don’t feel as uncomfortable as I thought I would.”

Mike said, “I think you guys are the greatest ever! I’ve never met anyone as open as all of you are.” Mike went on to say, “When Sarah told me that both of your moms were the ones we saw nude when we first came here, I thought she was pulling my leg.”

Mike said, “When Sarah called me a little while ago saying that she was making a delivery out here and invited me to come along, I rushed through the shower so I would be ready when she picked me up on the way out here.” He continued by saying, “I wanted to be here and see for myself that the lovely ladies who answered the door the last time we were here are indeed, your moms.”

Both my mom and Beth giggled like school girls and Beth said, “Didn’t I tell you I liked Mike, he is so well mannered and to think we make an impression on a young man.”

Mom said, “Yes Beth, I love the fact that a young man like Matt thinks we are “lovely ladies” didn’t puke on the front porch when we showed up at the door nude.” Donna and I had heard that line before however we still laughed right along with everyone else.

Mike was quick to defend the ladies saying, “I may be young but I know excellence when I see it and both of you look excellent without any clothes!”

Both my mom and Beth jumped up and ran around the table to Mike’s side and with one on each side, they leaned down and hugged Mike and kissed each cheek. Each of our moms took turns saying, “Thank you Mike!” After mom and Beth settled back into their chairs, the conversation started again.

Mike expressed his concern about being nude in front of others which sparked more conversation about nudity. Finally Mike expressed, “I wasn’t sure I could do this right now and if it hadn’t been for Beth, I don’t think I would be sitting here now.”

Beth smiled and said, “All I did was help him take his clothes off and once they were off, I told him there was no turning back because I’d already seen him naked so he might as well walk out to the kitchen with Sarah.”

Mike looked at Beth and said, “Thank you for helping me, I think.”

Mom asked Sarah why she was so quiet and Sarah said, “I still have trouble believing all of you are related and getting along so well especially being nude.” “I mean, all of you live here and when you are at home everyone is nude and yet there is no mention of sex between you, I don’t understand.”

Beth spoke up and said, “Sarah, until a couple of weeks ago, I thought the same thing. When Brenda told me Matt and Donna had a no clothes rule in their home, I thought my daughter was involved in wild sex parties or something like that. It wasn’t until I arrived here that I learned all of us can live a nudist lifestyle and not fuck each other’s brains out.”

Beth continued, “I’ve learned a lot from these two in the past couple of weeks and I am going to miss what I have experienced here, when I go home.”

Sarah asked the three other women, “But don’t you get horny seeing Matt’s cock all the time?”

Donna started out saying, “Sarah, I am always horny and so is Matt. We have made love in each room of this house, out here on the patio, in the pool, in the back yard and even in the front yard in broad day light. We have shared our love for each other all over but that doesn’t have anything to do with our being nude.”

Donna said while looking at Mike and Sarah, “We chose to be nude because on our honeymoon, we were lucky enough to be in a secluded bungalow way out on the end of an island for the first couple of weeks of our marriage. We didn’t dress because we were too busy making love all the time in the bungalow, on the beach and even in the ocean. We found it to be convenient and exhilarating to be without clothes. That’s when we decided to live a nudist lifestyle throughout our lives.”

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It was Thanksgiving at the Hansen house. It was 7 a.m. and Theresa had a lot to do.

“Thanksgiving isn’t a holiday for women,” she said to herself thinking about all the work and cooking to be done.

Theresa’s kids were grown and she and her husband lived alone but today her youngest son Derek would be there and several in-laws, nephews and nieces, and cousins totaling about 15 people. Now the day after Thanksgiving was what she was looking forward to. Get away from all the men and family and do a little shopping. Theresa sat on the edge of her bed in a silky cream gown and pinned her brown locks up over her head. She picked up a towel off her dresser, flung it over her shoulder, and slipped out into the hall and into the bathroom before anyone could see her. There were already family out in the living room laughing and the aroma of fresh ground coffee filled her senses. Theresa shut the bathroom door and let her gown fall to the floor while reaching one arm into the shower to turn the water on. She held her arms up to her breasts and shivered while she stood there with bare feet on the cold gray tile floor waiting for the water to warm. When steam started to roll out she stepped in and closed the curtain. The warm water felt good running down her neck and milky chest. She reached for the soap bar and began rubbing her body down.

Her trance was interrupted by a noise that sounded like the toilet lid. She peeked out of the curtain and sure enough there was her son standing at the toilet with his back to her relieving himself.

“Derek, what are you doing?” Theresa whined in a high voice.

“Oh, sorry mom I really had to go,” Derek glance over his shoulder at her.

“You are twenty-two and I still can’t get any privacy,” she grumbled rolling her eyes.

Derek zipped up and turned around to look at his mom, reaching blindly to flush the toilet. He ran his fingers over his permanent bed-head hairstyle as if the motion straightened it to perfection.

“Nice toes, mom.” Derek smirked and looked at his mother’s dark purple painted nails on her feet visible under the shower curtain.

“Derek!” His mom glared him down while holding the shower curtain with her left hand to cover her vital areas.

“Kidding with you ma,” Derek grinned and lunged forward with fingers out as if to tickle her.

“Derek!” Theresa screamed. “Get out!” She let out a giggle.

Derek reached for the door instead of his mother and slipped out, shutting it behind him.

Theresa rinsed herself and then after toweling dry she wrapped it around her body and peeked out the bathroom door to be sure the coast was clear before dashing to her bedroom.

*****

Well, the turkey cooked to perfection, all the food was spectacular, and the Hansens couldn’t have asked for a better meal. Dinner was almost finished; then, the unthinkable happened. Uncle Ralph clutched his chest and fell to the floor.

Aunt Pattie screamed, “Ralphy, Ralphy!” She threw herself on her husband and he was gasping for air, his eyes seemed to roll up into his head. His bald head turned purple and Aunt Pattie shook him…

Long story short — Uncle Ralph passed away on Thanksgiving Day. There isn’t a better way to ruin the mood of a holiday than that. Arrangements had to be made to fly his body back home to the East Coast. The family celebration turned into funeral plans and arrangements. Theresa’s husband had to take care of business so he couldn’t fly back for the funeral but Derek agreed to make the trip with his mother.

Money was short these days and Theresa and Derek couldn’t afford the luxury of a hotel. They had to stay in Aunt Pattie’s house even though it was cramped and smelled a bit like a nursing home. Uncle Ralph was Theresa’s – mom’s – brother and had been 76 years old.

Theresa would get the guest bed with a dusty flowered quilt and painted white metal frame. The springs squeaked and groaned when she set her suitcase on it. It complained even louder when she sat down on its edge. Derek would sleep with some blankets and escort kartal a pad on the floor.

The funeral was yet that day and Theresa and Derek had to dress quickly. Theresa wore knee high black boots and a short black skirt over her wide hips. Her bloused hugged her figure and accentuated her modest round bust.

“Does this look ok?” Theresa asked her son while turning sideways to appraise her reflection in the mirror over the dresser.

“You look nice mom,” Derek assured.

“Not too sexy for a fifty-year old woman?” She quizzed.

Derek laughed.

“Not too sexy for a funeral?” She added.

“You look great mom.”

The funeral was good as far as funerals go. Derek and Theresa got back to the house just after dark and other family were going to bring aunt Pattie home a little later. The house was quiet and Theresa sat on the bed and Derek lay on the floor. Derek flipped the tv on with the old remote. He was surprised this tv even had a remote, it was so old. The news was on and Derek yawned.

“You want to sit up here where you can see better, Derek?” Theresa asked her son.

“Oh, sure I guess.” Derek slowly lifted himself up then plopped down on the bed beside his mother, the bed springs groaned as if in great pain.

“I need to take my boots off, I’m exhausted.” Theresa looked down at her knee high footwear. She sighed, “Can you pull my boots off for me honey?” She looked at Derek with puppy dog eyes.

“Heeeh?” Derek lifted his eyebrows mischievously. “Take your own dang boots off.” He looked back at the tv.

“Dereeek?” Don’t talk to your mother like that.

“Aw, ok. Man” Derek jumped off the bed.

Theresa lifted her right leg up to him with a pouty expression on her lips. Derek grabbed her foot and jerked it, almost pulling her off the bed.

“Aaack, no!” Theresa reacted.

Derek laughed. “Hold on to the headboard or I’ll pull you on your buuutt.”

Theresa lifted her hands above her head and grabbed the cold white metal bars of the headboard. Derek yanked and one boot came off. He grabbed the other and it came of easier. Her legs flailed in the air. They laid back on the bed watching the news but both lost in thought, not really taking it in. After some time, Theresa could hear Derek’s breath deepening and she quietly glanced at him. His eyes were shut and his mouth slightly open. Every other breath or so, he would let out a soft snore. He had a small dribble of saliva rolling out of the side of his mouth. She giggled under her breath and wiped it off with the edge of her blouse.

Theresa turned off the over head light and left just one lamp on. The light was dim but she looked at the small clock on the wall and it said ten-till-twelve. It didn’t seem that late but they were on Eastern Standard Time now. She didn’t really want to wake Derek to undress and go to bed so she decided to just let him sleep.

The light was faint and Theresa unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She lifted her blouse over her head and folded it with the skirt laying them both in her suitcase. She unhooked her black lace bra and tossed it over the back of an old high backed oak chair by the dresser. With both thumbs she pushed her black cotton panties down over her hips and then flipped them with her purple-painted big toe onto the same chair. She looked down at Derek and he was fast asleep. Her she was, bare-naked, her son on the bed in front of her and he was clueless. Something about the thought sent a euphoric chill through her spine. She looked down at her body. It wasn’t perfect. Her natural breasts hung lower than the movie stars but her nipples were erect, her hips were wide no matter how hard she tried to diet, she kept a tuft of hair below unlike the girls in the movies who she heard now shave it all, her butt was large when she turned to look at it in the mirror. She pinched her fleshy thigh with three fingers and it rebounded like firmly when they released.

Derek’s white dress shirt that he had worn to the funeral was crumpled in the side of his suitcase. maltepe escort Theresa couldn’t say why, but she picked up that shirt and put it on. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. The back just covered her cheeks and curved up her hips on the sides. She pulled the front corners down over her pelvic area as if to protect her modesty in the reflection and the button edges of the shirt just covered her pointed nipples but shared view of her generous cleavage.

Theresa had stashed a bottle of the Thanksgiving wine in her suitcase along with two glasses. She took one of those glasses out with the bottle and poured herself a drink. She slid her panties off the chair, sat down, and sipped the glass of wine. She sat there in Derek’s shirt for some time thinking about Uncle Ralph, family, and life.

Theresa heard her son stir in his sleep and she reached and turned the lamp off, trading its dim light for almost pitch blackness. She felt her way over to the bed. She put her hand on Derek’s leg and felt down to his feet. She untied his leather shoes and dropped them to the floor. She removed his dark gray socks that felt a bit sweaty and curled her nose at the odor. She gently eased the quilt out from under him and covered him with it. She lifted his head and slid the only pillow in the room under it.

Derek opened his eyes and sat up. Theresa jumped.

“I just took your shoes off, dear.”

“Aww, thanks mom,” Derek answered squinty eyed in the blackness and combing his fingers through his perma-tossled hair. Derek pushed his pants down sleepily and lifted his t-shirt over his head discarding them both carelessly to the floor.

“You can…,” Theresa began to say before she noticed Derek’s mouth open wide and breathing deeply. She was going to offer to let him sleep in the bed and she could sleep on the floor. After looking at him peacefully there in just his boxer shorts, her eyes adjusted to the blackness she decided to let him sleep. She covered him again with the quilt.

Theresa stood up and walked around the bed feeling her way in the darkness. She arranged the pad on the floor with blankets and it really didn’t feel any more uncomfortable than that creaky old bed. She fell asleep and the next thing she knew the morning sun was penetrating the heavy curtain barriers.

****

“Hey mom, wake up.” Derek said in a low voice leaning over his mother.

“God!” Theresa opened her emerald green eyes with a faraway stare.

“Sorry mom, I’m not God but you gotta get up.” Derek’s cloudy blue eyes stared into the sea-green, sleep-fogged eyes of his mother. Our plane leaves this afternoon and we are taking aunt Pattie to lunch.

“Get up,” Derek kissed his mother on the forehead and rubbed his nose against hers.

Their eyes were inches apart. “Come on mom!” Derek tore away the blankets covering Theresa.

“Oh, God,” Theresa gasped trying to cover her body with Derek’s shirt and crossing her legs.

Theresa stood up and Derek backed away. “Wow, mom.” He looked down at her wearing just his shirt and his eyes paused where the shirt-tails almost covered her critical area and then again at the fleshy cleavage that parted her breasts.

“I need to run take a shower,” Theresa announced casually.

“Ok, I’m next,” Derek added.

Theresa disappeared and after a nice hot shower came back to the room with a pink towel wrapping her body just under her arms. Derek left the room about as fast as she entered and returned several minutes later with his towel encircled low on his waist. He turned his back to her, released the towel, and rubbed his head with it. He wiped between his legs up and down with the corner of the towel and his penis, still warm from the shower, flopped then swung side to side. He rewrapped himself and turned around. Theresa was standing at the dresser mirror applying makeup with her hair pinned up over her head save for a wild dark strand that followed down the curve of her bare neck. Derek looked at her reflection and a tear was rolling down her right pendik escort bayan cheek.

“Mom, are you ok?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m ok….It’s just…it’s just,” she trailed off and let out one short sob before catching her composure. “…life is just so much to handle sometimes. I guess I’m sad about Uncle Ralph passing. I’m also sad…well, you know my marriage, your dad and I…”

“Sorry ma.” His assurance felt helpless.

“It’s ok.”

Derek walked up behind her and squeezed her bare shoulder with his warm hand. She patted his hand with hers before he released. Her emotions overflowed and she began crying softly. He reached his arms around her from behind in an instinctive embrace. His nose touched the back of her ear and he rested his chin on her shoulder. He held her silently for a minute. He inhaled and the scent of her skin smelled like lavender and rose petals. Their bodies pressed together felt electric. The aroma of her body intoxicated Derek and a burning warmth shot through his body. He pushed his hips to her backside hugging just a little tighter and his groin stirred. Feeling embarrassed, he pulled his hips back but to his horror the towel slipped from his waist. Theresa relished the comforting embrace and her eyes were closed, unaware of Derek’s nakedness and his movements behind her.

“Thank you, baby,” Theresa whispered.

“You’re welcome.” Derek was dizzy and he felt the blood rush to his penis. He kissed and then softly bit the back of her neck.

Theresa became mildly aware of his press from behind and the electric tension between their bodies but she dismissed the thought. He stepped forward putting his left foot inside hers and slid it outward spreading her legs. She felt something slide up under her towel and she gasped. It couldn’t be…it all felt like a dream. Suddenly she felt so sexual; this person behind her wanted her. She felt a fire in her body and wetness between her legs. She was aware now what was happening and couldn’t stop it. She felt his swollen head at her wet entrance and the pressure against her. She felt her lips spreading around him. He entered so slowly as if there were no other possible outcome than the coition. He filled her like a juicy ripe peach fills a thirsty mouth. The second thrust made her gasp and the towel fell away from the front of her body and he watched from behind her breasts swing in the mirror’s reflection.

“Derek..no!” She breathed coarsely. “No, baby, no…” Her eyes welled up with tears.

“Ma,” Derek reduced his thrusts to slow motion. “It’s ok…I’m your baby.” His swollen circumcised head glided in deep and then back out smoothly with sweet wet friction against her moist vaginal walls.

Theresa breathed in short spasmodic breaths. “Derek, you make me feel so gorgeous, so good.” A thousand nerves were going off all at once in her body.

Derek’s slender brown hips contrasted her wide fleshy cheeks and they shook rhythmically. He ripped her towel to the floor that was hanging partly across her back. Derek was making love to his mother and this wasn’t a dream. He spread her ass with both thumbs and gradually pulled his glistening erection all the way out of her. Her pink labia pulsated and stretched back with him as he exited her as if it were reluctant to give back his penetrating member. Derek pushed his mother down onto the old bed and the springs made a high screech. He put her breast in his mouth and sucked while hugging her from the side. He kissed her breast, then her belly, then her thigh. He rubbed his nose through her closely groomed pubic hair and then found her clitoris with his tongue. He penetrated her with two fingers while his tongue worked and pushed against her freshly showered anus with his thumb. The bed springs creaked and groaned and Theresa started making wailing sex cries which drowned out the bed noise. Derek knew aunt Pattie could hear them but he didn’t care.

Derek came up and kissed his mother open-mouthed on the lips. He entered her again and their naked bodies rolled on the bed. They fucked, then they made love, then they fucked, and then they made love. Finally Derek exploded inside her and filled her with his seed. They lay there for a while exhausted. Theresa took Derek’s hand and put it to her bare breast, “We better get up honey, we really need to go.”

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A couple of months ago, a lovely woman reached out to me via email and told me of her fantasy regarding her favorite uncle and asked if I wanted to write a story for her that she might share with him if things went right. As some know, I rarely do collaborations, but this story and her situation intrigued me and after many nosy questions on my part and patience on her part, I wrote the following story. I like it, she enjoyed it and I hope you do too. Anything good about it I attribute to “Melissa” and anything bad about is on me. Please let me know your thoughts, both pro and con on it. Feedback is important.

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I always thought the old brickyard factory – abandoned for as long as I could remember, was a pretty cool place to hangout. My friends and I have spent many a summer afternoon here – goofing off, listening to music on Cooter’s portable radio/cassette player, maybe dancing a little bit, or trying out kissing with that Brent Statler, but now…now in the hours after midnight, with shadows rising up from the old machinery or piles of discarded and broken bricks and with the temperatures falling past freezing in the chill, Colorado air – I realized that while being her all alone, this place is just damned creepy!

I was huddled in a corner on the second floor, jumping at every little sound as the old building creaked and moaned or as little critters that slept hidden during the daytime came scurrying out. The wind made sounds that sent chills up and down my back and I whimpered as things flapped across the wide expanse between the walls – sometimes seeming to flutter across my face until I pushed away at them. I hoped and prayed they were birds and not bats. I hated bats. For not the first time since the sun had set, I hugged my knees to my face and cried and who could blame me? I was twelve and for almost twelve hours, a runaway.

It might seem silly to some, but after Momma and Daddy had told me I couldn’t go to the Statler boy’s party because I wasn’t freaking old enough, I decided I’d show them who was old enough. I’d packed a duffel bag with clothes, my tooth brush and make-up kit – which they also said I was too young for, and a few snacks and decided I’d hit the road. No definite plan – just getting the hell out of that prison of a house and making my own decisions. I was sure I could get a job somewhere doing something and live my own life…maybe. Again, what did I know? I was twelve.

I knew if I had gone to a friend’s house, Momma and Daddy would find me quick enough, so when I’d slipped out the window a couple of hours before dusk, I’d snuck across neighborhood backyards and then over the bare fields to the old brick factory, figuring I could stay there until morning and hitchhike out of town.

I was fine until the sun went down and then the friendly hangout of me and my friends became a scary dungeon. I tried to roll up in a blanket and get some sleep, but near midnight, some men came up in a couple of vehicles and clambered out. I think they were drunk. They passed around some bottles and talked some ugly talk – mostly doing with a certain waitress down at the Roadside Inn – a notorious bar at which all sorts of awful, nasty things occurred – most of which we sixth and seventh grades could only speculate at. Some of the things frightened me and I curled up in my shadowy corner and prayed they didn’t come upstairs and discover me. I was afraid of what they might do to me – a twelve year old girl.

Finally, they left, leaving me alone with the little critters that scuttled or flurried about in the shadows. The enormity of what I had done began to weigh on me and I wanted to go home, but I was scared and cold and could only pray for morning. I drifted off into a fitful sleep only to be awakened by the approach of another car. Lights glittered off the mostly shattered windows and I could hear a vehicle stop, a door open and then footsteps slowly approaching. Another light swung back and forth – a flashlight and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Had one of those men from earlier spotted me? Had he chose to not say anything to the others so he could come back and rape me? I had a dramatic vision of myself, naked and deathly white – raped and then strangled…strangled and then raped! I curled back into a ball, hugging my knees to me, willing myself to become one with the shadows.

Crumbly brick and broken glass crunched under a boot. Through my fingers, now pressed over my face, I could see the faint outline of a tall man, swinging the light this way and that, searching for something. The light flashed upward and I tried to shrink further into shadow. The footsteps came closer and then I heard old, rusted iron creak as he began coming up the old metalwork stairs. I had a sudden urge to run, but couldn’t make my limbs work.

A voice called out, “Melissa?” HE KNOWS MY NAME!” I began whimpering with fear, escort kartal wishing I could see my family one more time…kiss my Mom goodnight one last time. The footsteps were so close now. I could hear the man breathing.

“Melissa, darling…it’s me, it’s Uncle John.” Even as fear was shadowed by relief and I sat up and tried to see my uncle through the light now shining in my eyes, I began to cry. The man moved closer and I knew it was my Uncle John – I could smell his “Old Spice” aftershave and then I was being scooped up into his arms and he was whispering into my ear, “Shhhhh – it’s going to be alright, honey. I’m taking you home.”

I pressed my face against the rough denim of his jacket and savored feeling ever so safe in his arms as he carried me downstairs and out of the old factory. Then I was sitting in his car – an old Cadillac and as soon as he climbed in, I scooted over to hang on to him.

As he drove me home, he said little as he drove with one hand on the wheel and one arm draped around my shoulders. His car and his body were warm and his arm around me felt so strong and made me feel so safe…safer than I’d ever felt before. It was the best feeling in the…

…world. I blinked my eyes and turned away from the sunlight flooding through my bedroom window. There was several moments of confusion as my dream faded away and I had to adjust to my surroundings. The large, snoring lump under the quilt was my husband, Sam. I was in our bedroom. My name was still Melissa, but everyone calls me Missy. Well, everyone but my Uncle John. I smiled at the thought of my aunt’s husband, recalling my dream.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed and went to the window. The sun felt good on my body – even though it was still just early September in the mountains of Colorado, it could get pretty cold. I stretched, working out the kinks in my muscles, feeling things pop and tug in my thirty-eight year old body. I felt a warm tingle between my legs and looking down, saw my nipples – sharp little points slightly bigger than pencil erasers poking out from my cotton nightshirt.

I felt…well, horny. As I moved around the room, I could feel the warmness between my legs translating now to a little slipperiness between my pussy lips. I glanced again at my snoring Sam and considered waking him up with a loving blowjob, but then thought against it. Sam wasn’t a morning person. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table – 6:30 on a Saturday morning. I decided to let him sleep and headed towards the shower.

Stripping down while waiting for the hot water, I looked at myself in the mirror over the sink. My blonde hair was tousled with sleep and my eyes as ever were big and brown. For a thirty-eight year old woman, I wasn’t doing too badly. My breasts were still pretty firm – the weight of my 36C boobs not sagging much. True, I had a little too much going for me with my butt, but I’d long ago learned most men like a little junk in trunk. I slipped a hand through my neatly trimmed pubic hair and shivered as a finger caressed my still sensitive labia. For a moment, I closed my eyes as I touched myself and thought of…Uncle John.

I opened my eyes wide at the image of my uncle and wondered where that had come from. “Behave, Missy,” I said to myself. “You’re a married woman!” I turned to the shower and saw the steam rising from behind the curtain and tried to focus on that. I climbed into the tub and began to wash up. Try as I might, my thoughts kept returning to Aunt Betty’s husband.

Aunt Betty was my daddy’s younger sister. She’d married John when I was only six years old and they had been a constant in my life. My name is Melissa, but everyone has always called me Missy – family, friends, teachers…everyone, but my uncle. Uncle John has always called me Melissa. When I was little, it pleased me for some reason – made me feel more grownup. To be honest, I still like the way it makes me feel – today, I’m viewed as a mom or wife or daughter – when I hear my fifty-five year old uncle call me ‘Melissa,’ I feel like a woman.

As I soaped my body, my thoughts returned to the dream. I had been twelve and wanted so much to go to Brent Statler’s party, but my parents felt I was too young – he was nearly fourteen and I had only turned twelve. I hated them and to prove my independence I’d run away. I’d only been gone about twelve hours – and I’d scared everyone to death.

It had been Uncle John who’d found me. He’d been the only one who’d thought to quiz my friends about where I might have gone to hide. He never told me which of my friends had squealed on me – not that I was ever mad about it. I’d been terrified and to this day have never felt quite as safe as I did being carried out of that old factory in my uncle’s arms.

A shiver went through me as my soapy fingers brushed my labia and I felt myself blush as I realized I was on the verge of masturbating while thinking of my uncle. “Honestly, Missy…you’re too old for maltepe escort that.” Feeling slightly frustrated with myself, I finished showering and got on with my day. There were my two teenagers and Sam to get breakfast for and then kids to be ferried and errands to run before we were to go over to my Aunt Betty’s and Uncle John’s for a cookout in the afternoon.

As the day passed by, I’d get idle thoughts about Uncle John and wonder what was up with that. I have a passably good marriage to Sam – true, we’re not burning up the bed these days with passion, but we do make love about once a week. I love sucking Sam’s cock and adore sitting in his lap, slowly fucking him as he teases and sucks at my nipples – I just wish it happened more often. My Sam will even eat my pussy – he actually seems to enjoy it although I never have gotten much out of it – never cumming thanks to his mouth.

Truthfully, I knew what was triggering my thoughts, but I’d been avoiding it. Last Christmas I’d given several members of my family homemade presents – blankets I’d made crocheting – something I’d learned to do several years ago and had recently gotten back into. My Aunt Betty had been thrilled with her blanket and for months had been badgering me to teach her. All through this summer, I’d been going over on days when I could spare the time and teaching her to crochet. In truth, she was now capable of going it alone, but we both enjoyed our little sewing sessions and I had never minded being around her and Uncle John.

Now, Aunt Betty is a bit peculiar. At sixty years old, she’s a trim and tiny woman, always conservatively dressed, reminding me of Mrs. Mays, my spinsterly 1st grade teacher. She dresses like a spinster too – clothes covering her from her neck to her feet. I always suspected that she had a pretty figure – even at sixty, but she hid it all from everyone. I wouldn’t be surprised if she dresses in the closet so her own husband doesn’t see her naked.

Aunt Betty’s one vice is ironically booze – she likes her drinks, especially her Rum and Cokes in the early evenings. She’ll sip on them as we crochet – sometimes I’ll join her, sometimes I won’t. One night a couple of weeks ago, as it was getting late, I told her I would be leaving soon and giggling a bit, hinted, “Maybe Sam will get lucky tonight!”

Betty snorted and rolled her eyes. “Well, you’re young still. Me, I’m too old for such silliness. John and I are done with all that.”

I giggled as I went wide-eyed, quickly realizing that my aunt had overdone the Rum and Coke to actually talk about sex. I couldn’t help myself, but replied, “Aunt Betty, you mean you and Uncle John don’t make love anymore?”

Betty guffawed and shook her head. “Lord no, girl! We’re too old.” She paused and glanced around, making sure Uncle John wasn’t in the room. “Besides, your uncle is just too big for me. I just had enough of that big thing.”

I stared at my aunt, now openly shocked. “Big?” Dropping my voice into a conspiratorial whisper, I said, “How big is he, Aunt Betty?”

I’m sure it was the rum spurring her on, but she dropped her needle and held her hands apart – I’m guessing maybe eight inches and then she made a circle with one thumb and forefinger and I was estimating two inches in diameter. “Omigod!” I gasped. “That’s huge!”

Aunt Betty nodded and said, “Exactly. Never much enjoyed it when I was younger and well, I’m glad to be done with all that foolishness.”

Still trying to picture my uncle’s cock being that big, I stammered, “And what about him? Does Uncle John mind? Aren’t you worried he might go out and fool around on you?”

After taking another sip of her Rum and Coke, my aunt shook her head. “He’s fifty-five years old. He’s not complained and if he gets the urge…” my aunt stopped speaking and making a fist, jerked it up and down. I clapped a hand over my mouth to stop from laughing loudly, scarcely believing my aunt would go on so while she finished, “He knows how to work the urge off.” Aunt Betty arched an eyebrow at me, her glass close at hand for another sip as she added, “And he knows better than to go off with some townie whore and have an affair.”

After taking that next sip, my aunt changed direction, asking after Sam’s parents and the comments about Uncle John were seemingly forgotten even though I was missing stitches as I kept trying to imagine my uncle’s big cock. I mean, Sam was more than adequate – I’d had no complaints about his cock – not quite six inches long and slender, but I confess, I could feel a quivering between my legs – a slight moistening of my pussy lips.

On the drive back home, I kept thinking about my aunt’s words and descriptions and one single thought kept echoing through my mind – I really wanted to try my Uncle John’s cock out. I wanted to feel its length and girth sliding between my lips, top and bottom! I loved feeling the shaft of a man in my mouth – its soft, yet firm texture and I wondered if I could deep pendik escort bayan throat such a big cock. Further, I wondered what it would feel like to have a cock slip into my hot and wet pussy, going deeper inside me than anyone had everyone had gone before – touching virgin pussy.

It was these thoughts that occupied my mind as Sam and I drove the kids out to Uncle John’s house where he and Aunt Betty were hosting a Labor Day weekend cookout. Once there, I moved through siblings and cousins and other aunts and uncles, scattered across the huge back yard, cooing over the new baby additions to our family or clucking my tongue over the latest scandal – Cousin Andy’s third wife had left him after he fell off the wagon.

As I moved, I kept one eye focused on the patio and then my heart sorta skipped a beat as Uncle John came out the kitchen door with a plate heaped with burgers and dogs. He stood six feet tall and always gave the illusion of being slightly taller with his skinny body – not weighing more than one hundred-seventy pounds soaking wet. He scanned the crowd, calling out to this one or that and when I caught his eye, he gave me a smile that told me I was still, after all these years, his favorite niece.

I felt my hands move instinctively, smoothing out my long shorts and brushing the blonde hair on my head back into place like I was back in junior high and had just spotted Brent Statler. I was suddenly conscious that I wasn’t wearing anything particularly flattering – a Colorado Rockies T-shirt and khaki shorts. The shirt was maybe a little tight against my breasts, but wasn’t anything shocking – no torn or diving neckline to show off my breasts and the shorts did my legs no favors either and I worried a bit that they made my butt look too big.

Still, I made my way to my uncle and leaned in and rose on tip-toe to buss him on the cheek, maybe allowing my breasts to press into his arm a little more than usual. I could feel my nipples hardening against my bra. “Howdy, Uncle John!”

As he began tossing burgers on the grill, he glanced at me and said, “Afternoon, Melissa. Did ya bring your appetite?”

I couldn’t believe I opened my mouth and replied, “Sure thing – I could definitely eat some meat!” I felt my face burning as I said, “Really thinking I’d like to try a big ol’ sausage!”

Uncle John laughed as he lifted up a large bratwurst with a pair of tongs and said, “Reckon we can oblige you, Melissa.”

If he recognized my innuendo, he didn’t let on and before I could say anything else, I heard the creak of the screen door and then, “Missy, I’m so glad you’re here. I want to show you what I’ve been working on since last Sunday!” Aunt Betty stood in the doorway and in her commanding way, motioned me to her, taking me by the arm and marching me through the house to show me her efforts. In truth, my aunt was getting pretty good at crocheting and I made several compliments about her latest efforts at an Afghan blanket while my mind tried to process what I’d just done.

I could scarcely believe I had actually flirted with my uncle. This was crazy! I’d known him since I was six years old and he was twenty-three. Granted, he’d always been my favorite uncle and in a crisis he’d be the first family member I’d turn to, but before my aunt had opened her mouth about his attributes, I’d never considered him in a sexual way. And me a kinda-sorta happily married woman. Was I nuts? If someone discovered I was even fantasizing a little about Uncle John, it would tear the family and most likely my marriage apart. Probably the only one who wouldn’t get upset would be Cousin Andy as I would claim his black sheep title.

I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening trying to put those evil thoughts out of my head – focusing on helping Aunt Betty with food and sticking close to Sam, although he and most of the other men folk were off huddled up, discussing what was wrong with the Rockies’ season and how fouled up the Broncos would be this upcoming year. I tried hanging out with him, but felt virtually invisible as the men ignored the pretty, blonde woman to solve all the world’s major sports issues.

Not for the first time in my life, I wanted to be wearing a tight shirt with half my tits hanging out so I might get noticed. Sam would have a stroke and if that didn’t kill him, he’d dump my ass. When it came to being conservative, he made Aunt Betty look absolutely liberal. A woman can only take so many blows to her self-esteem, so after Sam’s and the other males lack of noticing my existence, I retreated to help clean up after the cookout.

I was standing at the kitchen sink, washing up dirty pans and such when Uncle John walked into the room from outside, carrying his used barbeque utensils. I again felt that little quiver of heat and moisture flaring between my thighs and as my skin began to burn with embarrassment, I turned and focused on the dishes.

“Hey, Melissa – there you are. I wondered where you got off to.” Uncle John moved up beside me and when I nodded, let the tongs and spatula slide into the soapy water.

“Just thought I’d help clean up. It’s so sweet that you and Aunt Betty do this so much for the family…the least I can do is help do the dishes.”

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I could have come home early that night – right after the fireworks – to kiss Danny good night and to catch Michael in front of the TV or somewhere else in the house – awake. I could have come home early to sit down on the sofa and snuggle up to him in order to relive that warm feeling I had experienced on the field earlier. I could have come home early to make love to this incredible sensible and attractive man who started to get under my skin. But I didn’t go home early. Instead, I walked around town after the fireworks, looked into shop windows, got a drink at a bar on Main Street, talked to some casual friends I had not seen in a while, and finally drove home at 3am.

I tried to be as quiet as can be. The house was dark except for the kitchen light, and there was a good chance that even Michael was asleep, but I did not want to risk it. I felt so vulnerable at this point that I was afraid I would give in to my emotions and seduce Michael right there and then if I saw the slightest chance. And the chance I had as I tiptoed up the front steps to get onto the dark porch. I saw the shadow in the dim light coming from the street lamp across the street, and yet it made me jump a little to see someone sitting on the steps just a few feet away. Even though I realized in a second that it was Michael, I instinctively reached down my left side to get a hold of my pistol – which wasn’t there. I let out a deep breath as I relaxed and sat down next to him.

Something was up; I could tell by the way he sat on the steps, a bottle of Heineken in one hand, looking straight ahead. I felt like reaching out to touch him on his shoulder, to push my face into his side so that he would put his arm around me once more. But I refrained. Instead, I leant back until the weight of my upper body rested on my arms and I could look up into the starry night. The crickets were singing, and the warm summer air felt so good. I closed my eyes.

‘When were you going to tell me that you are moving out?’ he asked suddenly, and I wondered how much it took him to make his voice sound so calm. I could sense the anger underneath. I kept my eyes closed and waited. ‘You have a message on the answering machine. It’s a guy who wants to show you his apartment tomorrow. And he is looking for you to move in on the 1st of August.’ I did not say anything; but I opened my eyes. ‘When were you gonna tell me? A day before you move?’ Michael had turned around to face me now, his hands closed to fists.

We stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. Then some of the tension disappeared from his face as he relaxed his hands and opened his mouth. ‘I told you I don’t want you to move,’ he said, his voice shaking just a little.

‘That decision is not up to you,’ I said as calmly as I could but it did not have the desired effect.

Michael’s anger skyrocketed: ‘Oh, but you can avoid telling me about your plans and leave me totally in the dark.’ I was about to say something but he interrupted me. ‘This is not just about you, you know. We have been living here together for so long. We are like a family. You cannot just go and tear us all apart.’ He had gotten up to walk around as his voice grew louder.

‘I agree, we get along great. But we are not family. You will have your own family soon.’ And suddenly, out of the blue, I started to cry. Tears ran down my face silently as I watched Michael pace the ground in front of the porch. Yes, he would have a family, and there wasn’t any room for me.

‘I don’t know what I want,’ he said, coming to an abrupt halt in front of me, making his hands disappear in the front pockets of his shorts. ‘I don’t know if I want Melissa to move in with me; I cannot even imagine getting married to her or having more kids. But I do know that I don’t want you to leave this house.’ He looked at me directly now, and I prayed that he would not see my tears, but of course he did. ‘What’s the matter, baby?’ he asked, making a step forward before he put a finger underneath my chin to lift my face up to where he could see it better. ‘Sweetie, why are you crying?’ he inquired as he kneeled down in front of me and brushed a few strings of hair out of my face. The question as the worried expression on his face right in front of mine made the tears run even more, and he reached out and wiped them away.

And then, without any warning or any more words, his hand reached around my neck, and he pulled my face closer to his until his lips touched my face. He placed light kisses all over my face, my chin, cheeks, eyes, and forehead, until his lips finally met mine. The kiss, meant to calm me down and make me feel better, transformed slowly into passion. Neither him nor I had noticed, but suddenly he stood up and pulled me up with him. Standing in front of him, he pulled me closer, right into his body as he still had his hands wrapped around my head. He could not let go, and neither could I. I wrapped my arms around Michael’s waist, pulling his hips against me where I could feel his escort kartal hardening cock. I needed to feel him kissing me deep, exploring his mouth, feeling his tongue; but it was him who explored my lower lip with his tongue, teasing me, making me moan for his touch as I opened my mouth slightly to allow him to deepen our kiss. And then, as his tongue entered my mouth and started to play with mine, something inside me snapped. I was so turned on that I could not grasp what had happened right away, but I knew that I had to end this kiss right away.

Out of breath, I made a step back, shaking my head as he tried to pull me back against his body. With the back of my hand I wiped over my lips, still feeling his kiss. My body wanted to make love, my mouth, skin, nipples, and pussy all ached for his touch. But I could not do it; could not do what I knew would only hurt me afterwards. I saw it all clearly now. ‘I want you so much, Michael,’ I said, ‘but I can’t do it.’ I looked at him as he tried to regain his composure and obviously tried to say something calm and logical. But he gave up. ‘I want you too, baby.’ There was a slight pause. ‘Hell, I wanted you ever since I first laid eyes on you. But there never was the right moment. And I was with Melissa…’ His voice trailed off and he was lost in thought.

There was lightening in the sky and I grabbed Michael by his right arm and pulled him up the porch and into the house. ‘You know, a few years ago I had a friend who I trusted a lot. He was great; we could talk about almost everything; we gave each other massages, went out dancing or to the movies; and one night we ended up having sex. And what was to me a terrific night was a mistake to him that he wanted to forget as soon as possible – because he had a girlfriend.’ I looked at Michael as I turned on the light in the hallway. ‘I felt used, abandoned, and so hurt,’ I continued, starting to walk up the stairs but then coming back down again to say one more thing. ‘I will move out because I have to do the right thing – for me,’ I said, standing on tiptoes in front of Michael and giving him a kiss on his mouth. And with that, I went upstairs and to bed.

I dreaded moving but of whatever I anticipated, the actual moving process turned out to be the easiest. I had rented the moving truck on a weekend Michael was at work. A bunch of good friends had come over to help me move, but Danny had locked himself in his room, and Briana had gone off to a friend’s house out of protest. I had to drag Danny outside and into the truck thinking he would cheer up being in a big truck like that, but he screamed and cried all the way over to our new place. We had worked out a new schedule that seemed to make things easier on the kids but in reality, Danny cried himself to sleep many times with me holding him; and I cried right along with him.

Michael and I had agreed on helping each other out on the weekends and keeping the same babysitter. This way, the kids would still see each other. However, it was not enough. Several times a day I wondered why this whole situation felt like divorce and a messy breakup. I was totally stressed out over it, worrying about Danny and even considering sending him to therapy once a week. Don’t you think this is hard on me, I felt like yelling at him whenever we sat at the dinner table and he started to tell me how great it was to be at the old house. I had just come home from work, picking up Danny on the way, and having spaghetti sauce on the stove, as the doorbell rang. Danny stopped reminding me of how much he missed Michael and Briana, jumped up and ran out into the hallway.

‘It’s Briana!’ he yelled excitedly just a second later, and I wondered if I had the days of the week mixed up. Was it my evenings to have Briana over? But as soon as she entered the kitchen with a happy Daniel dancing around her, I realized that this was an out of line visit. She was so out of breath that she must have run the whole way from her house over to ours, and she had obviously cried a lot. Her makeup, usually applied with great care, was running down her cheeks now, and it was the first time in a long time that I saw her not caring about her looks. ‘Sit down,’ I simply said, realizing that it was not the time to ask questions just now. ‘Have some spaghetti!’

And so we ate, Danny happily talking about school and bombarding Briana with questions now and then. And as Danny got ready for bed afterwards and I read him a story on his bed, Briana went into the bathroom to take a shower before she joined us on Danny’s bed, curling up like a kitten by my feet and hugging Danny’s favorite teddy bear. As the story was finished, Danny curled up next to Briana, and even before I turned off the light, they were both fast asleep.

The phone rang as soon as I stepped out of Danny’s room. It took a while to locate the portable phone. At last, and 4 rings later, I found it in the bathroom. ‘Hello?’ I said, out of breath, sitting down on the closed toilet lid. ‘It’s maltepe escort me,’ came Michael’s voice and I could tell that he was worried. ‘She’s here,’ I replied, hearing him let out a sigh of relief. I could just picture him leaning with his forehead against the doorframe in the kitchen. ‘I’ll be there in a minute,’ he said and hung up before I could say another word.

It had been a month now; a month of living alone with Daniel. After my husband had died just a little after Danny was born, I had lived like this for years, and now I found that it was a life hard going back to. I had half forgotten how hard it was to not having much support from the people around you. I had forgotten how stressful it was to carry all the responsibility and not having any time off. How much easier had it been to not live alone, to just get up and go to work without having to bring Danny to other people’s houses. How great it had been just to trust and rely on roommates to fill in. Friends like that were rare, and even though I was convinced that moving out was the best thing to do considering my entanglement and the kiss in front of the house that promised to make matters even more difficult, I missed my old life in Michael’s house so much. And most of all, I missed Michael.

As I opened the door and let Michael in, I could not help but smile. He appeared to be in much the same state as Briana had been a few hours earlier. ‘Did you run, too?’ I asked, letting him catch his breath while pouring him a glass of water. ‘I needed the exercise,’ he replied, looking around. ‘Where is she?’ Pointing to the chair closest to him, I sat down across from him. ‘She is sleeping. After crying and running here all the way, she fell asleep in Danny’s bed when I read him a story.’ For a second, he pondered what to do; then, he sat down, burying his face in his hands. It must be pretty bad, I suspected, and I almost reached over to touch his hair.

‘I am an idiot,’ he said finally, sitting up and looking straight at me. ‘All these years I have been blind to all these things happening right in front of me.’ I had no idea what he was talking about. ‘Briana doesn’t want Melissa to move in,’ he said, trying to make some light of the situation. ‘And most of all, I don’t want her to move in!’ He looked at me for a second longer, then he hit the top of the table with his right fist. ‘Damn it, Melissa came over earlier, went right upstairs, stood in Danny’s room and told us in a loud happy voice how she is going to throw all your stuff out to make two more kids rooms out of them.’ He paused, obviously reliving the situation because he had a painful look on his face. ‘And Briana went nuts. She pushed Melissa out of Danny’s room, slammed the door shut and yelled at Melissa that she could not touch any of Danny’s or your things.’

‘And you yelled at Briana,’ I tried to help, but the painful expression on Michael’s face became more apparent now. ‘Yes,’ he nodded. ‘I told her to apologize at once, and she started to cry, ran down the stairs, and out of the house.’ I waited for him to continue. ‘And then what happened?’ I tried to prod him on, but he was lost in thought. ‘Did you tell Melissa to move in and promised her that everything will be okay?’ I inquired, but he shook his head. ‘No, I didn’t,’ he said, ‘this has been going on long enough. Because I am too much of a coward to figure out what I really want, you have moved out and Briana won’t talk to me.’

‘So what did you tell her, then?’ I asked, not being able to keep my voice from sounding impatient. ‘I told her that I could not be with her any longer.’ He looked at me again when he said it, and I could not believe what I heard. ‘I broke up with her right there and then.’

I got a week just to myself when Michael took Danny on vacation to North Carolina to visit his parents on the way. I had to work most of that week but it was like a vacation not having to think about babysitters and other kid-related things. Apart from the pick-up and drop-off times, I got to see Michael at Danny’s and then Briana’s birthday party. Briana did not mind being the oldest girl in the birthday bunch at Danny’s party, and Michael gave Danny the greatest present of them all – a skateboard. Danny was beside himself and could not wait to try it out.

And so I got to see Michael on occasion when he and Danny went out to practice. Then, at Briana’s party, I got to see why exactly Michael was so worried about his teenage daughter. Or should I say, I realized that he had reason to be worried? Briana and her friends were dressed in tank tops and shorts that revealed much of what was underneath, and the boys that were invited enjoyed the attention they were getting very much. Briana liked one boy especially. Michael signaled that he was not happy, and I pointed out to him that he should talk about contraception with her, soon.

‘Are you kidding? She is only thirteen!’ he said while getting the ice-cream cake out of the freezer. I made a face at him pendik escort bayan and handed him 14 candles. ‘Come on, 13 is young but definitely not impossible. When was your first time anyway?’ Michael was very indecisive when it came to positioning the candles, so he handed me half and watched me for a second. ‘I was much older,’ he said, getting the matches. ‘I was 15.’ I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. ‘Yeah, that sure is a hell of a lot older,’ I said and received a gentle punch on the shoulder.

We finished the cake in silence. Then, ‘I don’t know what to tell her about contraception.’ I looked at him, honestly surprised. ‘Mike, you are a doctor. Doesn’t that take much of the weird feeling out of talking about stuff like that? It’s a matter of fact thing: When you have sex you have to protect yourself and there are several options…’ Michael raised his hands in an attempt to come up with as many options as possible. ‘The pill,’ he said. I shook my head. ‘Easy for the boy and simple if she remembers to take them, but not good for her body at this age.’ I looked at Michael from the side. ‘What do you learn in medical school anyway?’

We were interrupted by Briana and had the cake before Danny and I took off to meet some other friends of ours at a restaurant. And then I did not hear from Michael until a few weeks afterwards. When I got home from work one night, I found a card from the hospital he worked for in the mail box. It was an invitation. He had accepted the promotion and the hospital threw him a big party. After dinner and bringing Danny to bed, I sat down in the living room with that card in my hand. It was a fancy card with gold lettering and I had to smile when I thought about his good luck. From what I knew it was rare for a physician his age to be made senior physician. This was what he had always hoped for.

The day of the big celebration was a Saturday. The hospital had rented a banquet hall at the Hilton on the other side of the river, and I was sure that over a hundred people were expected to come. On occasion, I had seen Michael dressed for a big event like this but as I looked in my bedroom closet I could not find anything fitting for me to wear. Five hours before the official beginning, I decided that I should spend the remaining time shopping for a new dress. So after dropping off Danny at Debra’s place for the night, I went to the mall and walked into a fancy and elegant store I had not been in all my life. I felt awkward to say the least and half suspected to be thrown out after being spotted but I was welcomed instead and left the store almost broke but with a beautiful dress half an hour later.

After spending more money on shoes, I drove to the Hilton, walked into the restrooms with two shopping bags, and changed there. When I stepped in front of that huge mirror by the door 10 minutes later, my blue jeans and shirt in hand, I was not sure what to make of it. I could not even remember when I had last worn a dress, and now I seemed completely transformed. I felt so strange that I almost laughed out loud. Then, I decided to not worry about my hair and face but to practice walking in those high heeled shoes instead. On the way back to the car to deposit my jeans and shirt, I almost broke my neck when I skidded off the curb fumbling for my keys. On the way back, I realized that I did not have a pocket to put my car keys in.

The invitation in one hand and my keys in the other, I finally arrived on time. As I entered the hall, I marveled at the beautiful decorations and the pompous lights and flower arrangements, and I wondered if they would make Michael work over time to pay for all this. I made my way through the crowd over to the buffet and hesitated. I wanted to find Michael to congratulate him, first. So I walked around and took a glass of champagne from the tray that was put right in front of my eyes by a very elegant looking waiter. After what must have been ten minutes, I finally got a glimpse of him. He was standing with a group of older people and chatted politely.

I decided to just stand and watch him from a distance since I did not want to interrupt their conversation. Even though I felt strange in this crowd of obviously successful and rich people, I had to admit that Michael looked more attractive than ever in his black tuxedo. He looked so elegant, so charming, and so successful that I had trouble remembering him as a man who left his room a mess and would laugh himself silly watching a Naked Gun movie. Here, he had just reached a new height in his career, and it was all business-like.

Holding my glass of champagne, I watched as Michael’s boss Paul said a toast. In the crowd I could make out a few of Michael’s friends from the hospital but none from the bar he played pool at with older buddies or any other person connected to his private life. I took a sip of the champagne when everybody did, and then the band started playing and the buffet was officially opened. I turned around and walked over to the huge glass windows and looked out onto the neatly trimmed lawn. I wondered why Michael had invited me and nobody else from the old days. It occurred to me that the reason might be the upper class pomp and the therefore required manners. But I felt out of place myself.

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Roxy was dressed to kill as she stepped through the door of the house party. She wore a low cut sexy red top over tight black leather pants. Spiky black heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked with confidence knowing everything about her looked just right. The place was packed and by the looks of it, it was going to be a busy night for her as all the guys were pretty drunk. She smiled to herself as the prosperity stumbled around her.

“Hey hot stuff,” a slurred voice spoke behind her. She felt hands wrap about her waist before she could turn and the stench of beer as heavy breathing sounded in her ear. “Wanna go upstarts and drink from my bong?” After burping he thrust his hips against her to emphasize his meaning.

Disgusted, Roxy broke away; she knew he’d be too drunk to last long. “Go on upstairs and I’ll be up there as soon as I get a drink.” But that didn’t stop her from getting a little tip for being smart.

“Ok,” he turned and fumbled his way upstairs.

Roxy would get back to him later she thought as she continued moving through the crowd. Everyone seemed too wasted for a good fuck but all were candidates for a quick and easy pick pocket. She began working the room, glad she had brought something to hold the collected reward.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” a guy rebuked who sat on the couch.

Roxy turned, “Excuse me?”

“Taking advantage of all these drunken bastards,” he replied.

She started becoming miffed, “Why don’t you mind your own business sugar?”

He smiled and patted the couch, “Why don’t you come over here and help me?” He pulled out his wallet and flashed the cash inside. “What do you say sweetie? Wanna keep big bear over here company? I can make it worth your while?”

Seeing the green enticed Roxy enough to oblige him. She straddled herself across his lap. Snatching the dough he offered and putting it away she placed her arms on either shoulder. “Ok baby, escort kartal I’m ready and willing now make me want more,” she taunted seductively.

With a devil grin he pulled her mouth to his and slipped his tongue inside. Hands came up to her bottom to knead and bring her closer before moving up to do the same to her breasts. He moved his mouth up to her ear and breathed gently to make her shiver before flicking his tongue around to do the same. “How am I doing so far baby?” he asked deeply.

“Mmm, damn good,” she replied. Looking into his brown eyes and dark features. His large frame and build was something she’d have to adjust to but felt it would be worth it. She reached up with her mouth to begin returning the favor. He let her know she was hitting the right spots by moaning and flinching.

“Damn girl, if you keep that up we’ll have to find a room,” he moaned, hissing after she bit his neck.

Roxy hurriedly reached to free his penis but kept breathing in his ear. “What’s wrong with right here? These douche bags are all too drunk to give a shit.”

“Hmm, kinky little thing aren’t you?”

“You wanna fuck or what?”

“What I want is you to suck my dick and I’ll even let you do it right here.”

Roxy scooted down to her knees on the floor. Her mouth covered the shaft to the balls before pulling up. She took the tip in and sucked then inched down slowly causing him to put a hand on the back of her head and push down. Moving his hand away she went all the way down on him before coming back up, sucking hard. “You like that?” she asked, coming up for air.

He had to catch his breath before answering, “Fuck yea!”

She looked around the room and noticed several pair of eyes focused on them. Roxy smiled and decided she had better put on a damn good show for everyone. She stripped off her shirt and bra to cup her breasts around his manhood that twitched in anticipation. She moved her full bosom maltepe escort up and down as she took his tip in her mouth gently. Gradually she built up rhythm, grazing his cock with her teeth. Roxy nipped lightly at his balls before returning to take his dick all the way in her mouth, she pulled up sucking hard. Feeling him flinch she looked up with his dick in her mouth and smiled. “Am I getting too rough for you?” she asked sweetly.

“Hell no, just the way I like it,” he answered, breathing hard. “I want that pussy.”

“Sure thing,” she got up to strip out of her pants. “What’s your name?”

“Jason,”

“Ok, where do you want me Jason?”

“Lay down and while I’m pleasing you, you can continue pleasing me,” he suggested.

“Sounds like my kinda deal,” she agreed while laying there naked. She spread her legs open and put two fingers over her clit to rub for a second. She moved her hand down and stuck a finger inside her pussy. “Oh yea, I’m nice and wet for you baby. You want to see?” Roxy taunted.

Jason smiled, “Your wish is my command.” He stood at her head in order for her to continue jacking and sucking him off. He leaned forward to insert two fingers in her wet womanhood. Slowly he moved them around until he found her sweet spot and put a thumb on her clit then moved it around. Jason knew he had found her spot when she stopped playing with his cock and started moaning and arching her hips. “You like that babe?”

“Fuck yes!” she cried. “Mmm, finger me please, I’m so close to coming, fuck me hard with those fingers!”

Jason obliged, pumping slowly before building up speed. He fucked her deep, hard, and fast then inserted a third finger. He moved his body back on to the couch to please her better. Hearing her moan and buck he knew she was near to cumming. A sudden gush of cum confirmed his thoughts and he went down on her to clean her pussy. He flicked and lapped his tongue over her folds pendik escort bayan after spreading them wide open. His teeth came to graze on the nub of her clit which she twitched as the feeling tickled her. Moving around and down he bit and sucked her area while running a caressing finger over the bend where her thigh met her pelvis that made her squirm at the ticklish sensation. When he was done he leaned up just enough so as to rest his head on up of her shaven mound and smile. “How was that Mamacita?”

Roxy laughed before taking a deep breath and looking back at him. “Damn good baby that was damn good.”

“Are you ready for the real fun part?”

“Mmm, oh yea. Where do you want me?” Roxy began getting up and seeing that she had gotten everyone’s attention now.

“Bend over the couch baby, I wanna nail you doggystyle,” Jason ordered. He jacked himself off to keep up his erection as Roxy got into position. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out.

She kneeled on the couch and laid her head on the back part so she could spread her ass and pussy. Her fingers came down to rub the exposed area so as to entice Jason and all the onlookers. Roxy was rewarded by Jason’s cock driving hard and deep into her. He pounded her while she massaged her breasts and clit. Once again, she thought, it was all for the audience. The feeling of an orgasm was building inside her and knew his was as well when his pace quickened.

“You ready baby?” he panted.

“Ooooh yea,” Roxy moaned.

Jason continued to thrust his cock in her pussy harder and harder. Trying to hold off on cumming until after Roxy had, Jason concentrated on other things. His thoughts were interrupted by her loud moan as she tensed up with her orgasm. He pulled out, immediately jacking off hard, and spilled his seed onto her ass cheeks.

“Wow,” Jason breathed after cleaning up. “That was worth it.”

“We’ll have to do this again sometime,” Roxy agreed. “Right now though, I still have some things to collect.” She headed upstairs to find the guy from earlier. Finally she found him passed out on the bed. Quietly and stealthily she found his cash and saw she’d hit pay dirt. Tonight had been her lucky night.

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“What do you see?” Tasmin asked. Always that question, their little game. The question that she and she alone would be allowed to ask.

In the darkness, she asked him. When the night had fallen and the curtains were closed. When no light seeped in, not even the faintest of difference between shadow and deeper shadow were visible in those late hours, when the brain readjust and the natural night vision takes over. This was complete and utter darkness. But not of the scary kind, that makes you wonder what horrors lies hidden. No, this was the chosen darkness in the safety and privacy of his home, where no dangers loomed and he, Joel, was in control. His home, his bed, her chosen darkness.

In that darkness, they were equal. No that was wrong. In darkness, he was miles ahead of her. That was their game, darkness, and what he could see.

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“Blind? What do you mean he is blind?”

Tina could be like that sometimes. They had been best friends since kindergarten, and they still, trough adolescence, teenage years and growing into full blooming women, shared all things that mattered with each other. Whenever there was a new crush in the hemisphere, trouble in their families, hopes, dreams or love on the agenda, they turned to each other. When it came to boys, and later, when the teenage years was left behind them, men, Tina had always been the wild one. She made out with guys before Tasmin, from her strict patriarchal family background, even knew quite what that meant. Tina went on with breaking far more young hearts than Tasmin, wearing the more revealing outfits, letting the boys go further, and finally winning the race towards the lost virginity with over a year.

Now however, Tina was the shocked one.

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe I mean that he’s blind?” Tasmin replied.

“You’re really serious? You mean, sunglasses, white cane, Stevie Wonder kind of blind?”

“Is there any other kind? Well, he doesn’t use any cane. He has Hillay.”

“Wife?”

“Dog. Named after Clinton. They are both real bitches sometimes, and have some experience in leading around helpless men.”

The coffeshop was almost empty, the place was large, and little secluded niches gave them pretty good privacy. This was where Tamin and Tina always went to discuss matters like this. Tina peered at her best friend over the foam of her grande latte with a suspicious glare.

“You know this film? With Val Kilmer, and whatshernamenowagain… Mira something…”

“Sovrino?” Tasmin replied. “Blind guy, career woman, mushy romance, miracle operation…”

“That’s the one!”

“Never saw it.” Tasmin said and took a sip. It was something called a moccachino this time. It tasted like cocoa with one drop of coffee in it for good measures. “I don’t like Val Kilmer. A refridgerator can act better than that guy.”

“Who cares if he can act? He can poke me with his cane any time. But why are we talking about that? We should talk about you now. Tasmin, are you sure about this? I mean the guy is handicapped! Do you know what you are getting yourself into?”

“Oh, come on! He is a perfectly normal guy! Blind people live quite regular lives these days you know.”

“All right, all right. So, tell me all about it. Who is this wonder boy?”

“His name,” Tasmin said, with a content little sigh. “is Joel.”

—————————–

She sat there, naked, on her knees, in the middle of the bed. Her hands resting on her thighs, her back straight, attentive, and her lips parted in apprehensive breathing. Her eyes were open, stared out into complete darkness. She could feel him shift around, moving beside and behind her. She repeated the question.

“Joel, what do you see?”

Then, a hand brushed past her shoulder, came to rest on her back, and instantly began to slide, ever so slow, kartal escort bayan with the sweet sensation on skin against skin, up towards her neck.

“I see you.” came the reply, and as the hand slided up to the fallen locks a feet below her shoulders, “I see your hair.” Fingers played with the edges of her long, wavy hair. “It’s different. More airy. Lighter. What have you done with it?”

“It’s a new shampoo. Makes it fluffier. Do you like it?”

“I love it. It…looks bigger.”

“Very good. What else do you see?”

Five fingers lingered on her back while five other reached her shoulder, and over to her neck, ticking fingertips down front to her slowly heaving chest.

“You’re tense, Min.” Joel said. “I see your shoulders crouch, and your neck, it’s strained.”

Of course she was tense. She was strung like a bow, not wanting to end the game, wanting this tender torture to go on in darkness forever. And still knowing what lay ahead, longing for it with every bone in her body.

“I’m sorry…” she started, but was interrupted by his amused voice.

“Don’t apologise. Don’t be sorry. I’ll take care of that, soon. Now, don’t move. I’m not done looking at you.”

She stayed still. It was hard not to move, not to extend her own arms in search of shape, skin, him. But somehow she managed, and his fingers moved on. One hand slided down into the valley between her breasts, and the other followed the same path down along her spine. It soon caught up with a trickling bead of sweat, and Joel stopped.

“I see you glitter.” he murmured. She felt his mouth on the back of her shoulder and his tongue taking a long lick off her skin. “You glitter of sweat all over.”

“So warm outside today…” Tasmin whispered. “Can’t help it.”

“I love it. It looks good on you.”

His hands continued down, slippery from that thin film of perspiration, down to the crack of her ass and to the softness of her crotch. He lingered there, knowing that there was nothing that Tasmin would want more than to have him continue down.

“Mmm…” she moaned, frustrated, but knowing fully what was expected of her. “What do you see now?”

“You’re closing your eyes, you have that sweet little frown in your face. You don’t know what to do with your hands. Maybe your jaw is trembling. Something is.”

All those things he sensed, or knew about her already. All Tasmin could do was to utter an affirmative moan to every observation, until Joel was satisfied with the answers, and his hands started moving, ever so slowly down to her pussy and ass crack. As his fingers came in contact with her pussy lips and slid in between her buttocks, Tasmin allowed herself to move her hands and placed them on his hips. She could feel his erect cock resting on her ass, and she reached up to caress it.

“Stop that.” Joel murmured, and abandoned his hand exploring her ass, and used it to place Tasmin’s hands on her breasts. “Take care of those instead.” Then, with a kiss on her neck and a nibble on her earlobe; “I’m just looking.”

But he did not just look, his hands began to slowly caress the outside of her pussy, the clit, the inside of her thighs and rubbing her sensitive skin from her ass, down and under to her pussy lips. She gave in to the soft massage and leaned her body back on his, kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingertips. Joel inserted a finger into her pussy, then another, and eased them into her, rubbing against the upper wall of her cunt. His thumb rested on the knob of her clit, and he began to fuck in and out, slow at first, but then faster and faster. Tasmin grunted in pleasure and threw her head back. Joel kissed, licked and sucked her neck and shoulders, then up to her ear, and finally found her mouth as she stretched her head back even further. His lips locked to hers, escort maltepe and in the same rhythm as his fingers, he probed her mouth with his tongue.

Tasmin felt it quite suddenly, that telltale surge of an impending climax, and then her body exploded in an intense, rapid rush of pleasure. Her back arched and her lungs exhaled in a primal moaning scream. Then, as fast as it had come, the orgasm subsided, her breath and back relaxed, and she leaned back on Joel.

“Thank you.” she murmured. “That was wonderful.”

Still, the game went on. “So…what do you see now?”

Joel laughed softly. “I see… now what do I see? I see that you are ready.”

“Yes. I’m ready. After that, I’ll do anything for you. How do you want me?”

“On all four, baby.” Joel said, and Tasmin gladly followed his instructions. His hands traced her full length, from her feet to her shoulders and back. “God, you look sexy. Especially standing like that.”

There was no further warning. A poking cockhead, a slight pressure, and her cunt was eagerly accommodating the invading meat. He pushed slowly, until the full length of his cock was inside.

There was nothing else, just his body above and behind hers, his hands on her thighs, her tits, everywhere and anywhere, him sliding in and out, in and out, fast, slow, fast, faster, slow again, forever it seemed. There was plenty of time, he didn’t reach for that peak, but just made the most out of the moment, prolonging it as much as he could. Tasmin rode that wave, conscious only on a certain level, her hearing obscured by the pounding of her own heart, everything but that cock sliding, filling, fucking forever faded away, further and further. She felt the ripples of pleasure running through her body with each thrust, each pinch on a nipple, each kiss on her neck, until she was carried, almost casually, over that threshold, and a softer, longer and warmer kind of orgasm than the one she had before washed over her. She gave up a long, wordless moan, her legs and arms gave up supporting her, and she sank down into the mattress, spent, exhausted, completely satisfied.

That was Joel’s cue, and he ground his himself against her still upturned ass, and thrust his cock as deep into her as possible, faster, harder into her welcoming, still from afterglow contracting cunt. The force of this new assault, combined with one hand now massaging her clit, once again ignited the heat between Tasmin’s legs, and although she was physically shaky, she managed to raise herself on her elbows, and began thrusting back. For a minute they drove their bodies against one another, not a word, not a grunt, just their rapid breathing, and the wet slapping sound of sweaty skin colliding. Until finally, Tasmin felt Joel freeze up and shoot his semen deep into her with with a few loud gasps and throbbing spasms that sent intense waves of pleasure up her body and down into her legs. Tasmin squeezed at the hard, hot cock, felt Joel’s fingers almost forcefully pinch and twist her clit, and her own fingers on her nipples. It was too much, and once again she trembled in orgasm. She collapsed headlong on the bed, and Joel pulled out of her. He laid down beside her and lovingly stroked her sticky hair and sweaty arms.

Tasmin was out of breath. She could barely speak, but here was one more thing. The game was not over, not quite yet.

“Wh… what do you see now.” she breathed.

Joel’s reply was equally muted and breathless, but in Tamin’s minds it rang like a siren.

“You, Tasmin. I see you. All of you. And you are beautiful. So beautiful…”

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Tina was just staring now, straight out into the air with a fascinated grin on her face.

“You lucky bitch. You fucking, lucky girl. That sounds just awesome.”

“Tina, you’re drooling. Pull up that pendik escort jaw, or people will start to think I’m your nurse or something.” Tasmin replied dryly.

Inside she was swooning. Her whole adult life so far had been about her listening to Tina yapping on about her escapades. Finally she had her speechless. She had a very special man, a doorway to more intense delight than her friend could imagine. What she had told Tina just now was just the technicalities. What she and Joel really experienced together, she had no words for.

“So, you’re blind…he’s blind, and then he takes you. Fucks you in complete darkness?”

“I’m telling you, all I have left is what I can feel. All I have is his touch, and what he says. Sometimes…” she said, then hesitated, and Tina leaned forward, urging her on.

“Sometimes what?”

“Sometimes, it’s more than that too. I take this.” Tasmin said and pulled up a small MP3 player, one of those that you wear around your neck when working out, from under her sweater. She dangled it in front of Tina’s still kind of silly face. “He gave me this. Sometimes when we do it, I put it on and turn up the volume. Then I don’t hear anything either. That’s when it’s me that is missing a sense.”

“Wow! I just got to try that some day. I mean, the guy don’t have to be blind, right? He could be any guy, and it would still be the same when it’s dark, right?”

She didn’t understand. Not completely. Tasmin didn’t expect her to either.

“Yes.” she replied absently. “Right.”

But her mind was already gone, tracing days and weeks back to that steamy, warm summer afternoon that she would never forget.

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“Hey.” Joel had said that day, that first day, Hey. He always started conversations like that, as if it was just a passing thought. “Tasmin? I just thought of something.”

They were sprawled out on the sofa in his apartment, her head in his lap. She read a book, he listened to the news. Tasmin loved those quiet moments, where they both could just not give a damn, and relax.

“You said you wished I could see you…” Joel began, and Tasmin shot up from his lap.

“I know, that was dumb. I say dumb things all the time, you should know that by now.”

“Oh, I know all right, and that’s ok. But listen, I have an idea.”

“Huh?”

“Come. Just come with me.”

“What is this?”

Joel laughed. “Will you stop asking silly questions and just do what you’re told, woman?” he chided her. Tasmin tried in vain to stifle a laughter.

“Sir, yes sir!” she said, or tried to, through a giggling fit.

“You know, you’d make a terrible soldier.” He laughed while he lead her by the hand into his bedroom.

“Now,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “Take off your clothes, please.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. “…and get on the bed.” She flung herself headlong over the sheets. “In the middle. Sit up straight. No, sit on your knees.” He walked over to the windows, closed the shaders, pulled shut drapes and curtains. “Are you there now?” he said over his shoulder.

“Yes. Joel what are you trying to…”

“Ssh. You’ll see.” He walked over to the door to the livingroom, closed it and flipped a switch on the wall. The only lightbulb still on flickered and died.

Darkness, complete and utter darkness. The drapes and curtains didn’t let any daylight in, and nothing seeped through form the rest of the apartment either. Tasmin could hear him undress behind her. The clink of a belt, the rustle of clothes. Then the light creaking of springs and the shifting of weight as he entered the bed to sit right behind her.

“Now, ask me.” His voice was close to her ear, calm, quiet, but not whispering.

“Ask you what?”

Fingertips on her back. Warm breath right behind her neck. Close, so close she could almost feel the warmth of his body. And that request. The first time. Those words.

“Ask me…what I see.”

Author’s notes: I hope you enjoyed this little story. Thanks to Janice for knowing alot, Petri for the darkness, and Lin for constant supply of coffee.

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I was once involved with a girl with an insatiable sexual appetite. It was fun and adventurous! We tried most things together. The one thing Mel wanted was anal sex but in the beginning we were not able to achieve penetration no matter how hard we tried. Either I was too big or she was too tense or both (most likely). I’ll tell you that story another time.

One day we were lying in bed after a particularly satisfying bout of hot sex with me bringing Mel off numerous times with my tongue. I love oral sex, especially giving! I love using my tongue all over, kissing, licking, tickling, tasting, teasing.

Mel slipped down the bed and started fondling me. I said, “I think he’s dead. Died from exhaustion.” She carried on stimulating me gently.

“Have you met my sister?” she asked, taking me in her mouth.

“No,” I said wondering where this was going.

After a while Mel said, “She is staying with me for a bit and I want you to teach her to kiss.” I tried to look her in the eyes but she hid her face in my pubic area.

“What do you mean you want me to teach her to kiss?”

After a bit of cajoling I found out that Mel’s nineteen year old younger sister, Angie, felt that her love life was a disaster because she felt she did not know how to kiss. And because she thought her kissing was a problem, her sex life was restricted and she wasn’t sure whether she had ever experienced an orgasm. Amazing!

“And you’re cool with this?” I asked. I felt myself start to harden in her mouth. “What happens if this leads to more?” I was fully erect now.

“Let’s see how things go,” was the enigmatic reply. “I’ll be there to make sure it doesn’t get out of line. You may want to demonstrate on me. You know, show her how it’s really done.”

The long and the short of it, all was arranged for an evening at Mel’s place. Low lights, soft music and a bottle of mellow red wine.

Things were a little strained at first with us avoiding the subject. After a few glasses of wine I took the bull by the horns, as it were, and explained how I liked to kiss and what I found exciting in a kissing partner. It was quite strange trying to put in words something as tactile, as sensuous, as passionate as a kiss. How do you describe kartal escort bayan feeling when you are tasting and how hard you push and how stiff your tongue and how deep your exploration?

In trying to make a point I demonstrated on Mel. I can not tell you what a turn-on it was to kiss my lover and have another person up close and looking, trying to take everything in. The kiss got more passionate and I felt Mel respond.

“Show me now!” This pulled us both back to reality and I’m sure I blushed deeply. I chastely put my hands on Angie’s shoulders then brushed her lips with mine. She immediately stuck her tongue out hard and stiff and invading. And so started the lesson! We kissed and demonstrated and talked. Mel kissed Angie to make a point and that seemed to go on for longer than was necessary. We were all getting excited, I could hear their breathing and see their erect nipples through their tops. I moved in and joined the kiss, making it three ways. I put my arms around both of them and pulled us all tightly together.

As we kissed I felt a hand on my crotch, I’m not sure whose it was. This started the ball rolling! We undressed each other, all while we kissed. I felt their bodies dressed, then naked and they touched me in turn, I can’t ever remember being so excited. Angie was showing off her new knowledge by kissing each of us deeply in turn. And then we were all naked on the carpet!

Angie was lying on her back and I was on my knees at her side kissing her and Mel was kneeling next to me caressing and fondling my body. I moved down to take a succulent nipple in my mouth. I took one of Mel’s hands and placed it on Angie’s pussy with its abundant growth of hair. Mel tried to pull away but I held her hand firmly. Angie felt the struggle and looked to see what was happening. When she saw Mel’s hand on her body she tried to sit up, I pushed her back with my other hand and continued to suckle her erect nipple. I moved to the other, leaving a trail of saliva on her golden skin. Slowly they both relaxed and I removed my hands, one taking the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger and the other slowly trailing over Angie’s taught belly and sides. I could feel the flesh ripple under my fingers in return.

Out escort maltepe of the corner of my eye I saw Mel move closer to where her hand rested on Angie’s mons. I saw her hand start to move slowly, running her fingers through the hair, back and forth, round and round. Each stroke moved further between her legs. I saw Angie spread her legs a bit, then raise her knees, then spread her knees. I felt her start to move in time with the fingers. I heard her draw a quick breath.

I moved back to kissing her, deeply and slowly and gratefully enjoyed her response. She reached out and took my rigid cock in her hand. Wrapping her fingers around it and then moving ever so slowly up and down. “Just like kissing,” she whispered, squeezing slightly.

“Just like kissing,” I replied pumping back towards her caressing hand. It occurred to me that some or all of this was new to her.

I became aware of Mel crouching over Angie’s body, her face buried between her thighs. I could feel Angie respond to the new stimulation, little jerks, moans into my mouth, hand stopping all movement on my penis. Her other hand reached out to where Mel was kneeling, her bum in the air and facing us. I saw her hand disappear between her thighs and Mel wriggle in response.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked. She shook her head in denial. “Are you on protection?” She nodded.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered.

I moved down her body, licking, exploring, tasting. When I reached the junction of her thighs where Mel was engrossed, I slid my hands down either side of her cunt and then spread her lips wide, Angie spread her legs as wide as they would go. I used my thumbs to pull back the hood of her clitoris giving Mel unhindered access. Angie’s body went rigid and a staccato moan came from her mouth “Oh oh oh oh……….” on and on. Then she went slack as if she had fainted.

Mel pulled her face away and I saw it was covered in juice. Angie’s love juice. I kissed Mel deeply tasting Angie for the first time. I was almost delirious with desire!

“Hold her open. Guide me in,” I said to Mel and moved between Angie’s thighs. Mel spread Angie’s lips with the thumb and fingers of one hand and took my cock, wet with precum, in pendik escort the other. She guided me to the opening, slick with her nectar. She gently rubbed the head of my penis up and down Angie’s slit, over the engorged clitoris and back again. After a bit of this she positioned the head in the opening to her vagina and whispered for me to push. Angie was so slick with arousal that I slipped all the way in till our pubic hair was entwined. I stayed still, deeply embedded, for fear of cumming immediately.

After a while I started to stroke in and out. I felt Mel slip her hand between us and looked to see her stimulating Angie’s clitoris with the ball of her middle finger going round in small circles. It was so arousing seeing myself moving in and out, Angie’s cunt clinging to my shaft as I withdrew and Mel’s fingers working their magic on her love button.

I took a nipple in my mouth, grazing it with my teeth and rolling the tip around with my tongue. Mel took her other nipple in her mouth. Angie put her hands on the back of both our heads and pulled up hard up against her breasts. She started moving, meeting me thrust for thrust, grinding our faces into her breasts. She was moaning and sighing “just like kissing!” I heard her say again and again.

Mel moved up and started kissing her sister, her hand still between us stimulating Angie’s clitoris. I moved one hand down under Angie’s bum running the tip of my finger round and round and aver the little puckered hole, now slippery with her juices running down between her thighs. I positioned my index finger against her anus and pushed in to the first knuckle. Angie jerked as if stabbed and I felt her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She bucked and twisted and pumped her hips into me like a person possessed. I felt her cunt milking my cock strongly and her anus clench my finger rhythmically.

This was too much for me and I started spurting thick ropes of cum deeply inside her cunt, again and again in the most intense orgasm I can remember experiencing. As my orgasm started to subside I felt Angie go over the top again, Mel’s fingers never staying still on her clitoris.

After a while Angie’s body stilled under me where I was still deeply imbedded. Angie’s hand continued to move and I sucked her other nipple into my mouth pressing the nub hard with my tongue. I slipped another finger into her tight anus and off she went again, writhing and bucking, her cunt and arse clenching strongly in time with each other. “Enough ….enough!”

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