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After Aunt Cathy had interrupted us and escorted me out of the room I got out of there as fast as possible.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I’d been one second away from sliding my cock into my mother.

And I had wanted.

She had wanted it.

But she was drunk. I wondered if she’d feel the same way tomorrow when she woke up with a hangover. I hoped she still did.

She was beautiful and sweet and everything about her had felt amazing.

I wanted to take that next step.

To slide into my mother’s pussy.

I left the room and wandered around the ship awhile. The night was young and I didn’t want to be in the room, feet away from a beautiful naked woman, that I couldn’t fuck because my Aunt Cathy was hanging around.

I went back to the night club to look for Aunt KK but she wasn’t there. I wondered if she’d went back to the room.

The two women I wanted to fuck in the same room. I hadn’t spent much time with Aunt KK since the night she came to my room, but I wanted to.

I didn’t know which one I wanted more. My mom or her younger sister.

I walked the ship for a while trying to get rid of my nervous energy. It wasn’t working.

I walked through the mall area when I heard someone call my name.

Sitting alone at the pizza place in the mall area of the ship was my cousin Lily.

“Hey,” Lily said when I walked up. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Just exploring.”

“Yeah, it’s a big ship. Lots to do.”

I sat down at the table with her. “What are you doing? Where’s Stephanie?”

“Oh she found some guys to flirt with. She’ll probably be running around this thing all night. She doesn’t want me tagging along.”

I looked at Lily. She was pretty in the face, long brown hair. She was a big girl, but her breasts were what made her look bigger. They were huge.

She wasn’t the model wannabe like Stephanie was but there was nothing wrong with Lily. She was sweet and cute.

“Yeah, well, her lose,” I said.

Lily shrugged like she didn’t want to admit that her feelings were hurt.

“We could go find something to do,” I suggested.

“Nah, I’m ok,” she said. “I may just go back to the room and watch t.v.”

“Yeah, ok. I was gonna wander around some more. Find something to do. I don’t want to go back to our suite. You guys are lucky, you get you own room.”

“Yeah, I can thank Stephanie for that. She’s such a bitch even my mom doesn’t want to be in the room with her.”

I thought about I’d like to be away from the bitch Aunt Cathy, too. Lily must have read my mind.

“And of course my mom is a bitch,” she laughed. “So sorry about that. I know she’s hard on you.”

I shrugged. “It’s cool. She doesn’t bother me.” She did bother me actually, but that wasn’t Lily’s fault.

I looked around like I didn’t know what to do and didn’t want to really walk the ship anymore.

“Would you wanna go back to our room and watch a movie?” Lily asked illegal bahis me.

I nodded. “Sure. I’ve walked this thing all day anyway.”

We got up and Lily got another piece of pizza to take with her. I guessed that wasn’t gonna help her lose any weight to impress the guys but maybe she didn’t care.

We took the elevator and got to the floor that her and Stephanie’s room was on.

I entered behind her and shut the door.

“What’s Stephanie gonna say if she comes back and I’m here?” I asked Lily.

“Oh, she’ll freak,” she said laughing. “She hates you. Which by the way, you didn’t help to make better by seeing her in the bathroom.”

“That was a total accident.”

Lily laughed, making me feel comfortable that I was with her and embarrassed that she knew I had seen her sister naked at the same time.

“Oh I know. Anywhere we go she has to take a nude selfie. Makes her look more worldly she says. She takes a bunch then saves them for months so it looks like she travels. My mom just ignores is but she’s knows Stephanie is doing it. You weren’t to blame.”

I was glad to hear that. I had felt shunned almost since then. “So does it really work? Does she get followers or anything?”

“Oh yeah,” Lily said. “She’s on Instagram, onlyfans, you name it. She’s selling the one thing she’s got I guess.”

I didn’t want to admit that I knew what onlyfans was, or that I would be looking Stephanie up.

We both laughed at that. Stephanie was never going to be confused with someone with a high level of intellect.

Lily and I chatted more, mostly bashing Stephanie and got comfortable to watch a movie. I sat in a chair and Lily got on the bed. “Come sit over here silly,” she said. “You’re not going to be able to see from there.”

I reluctantly made my way over to the bed Lily was on and sat next to her. She was sitting with her back up against the wall. It was a small bed and I assumed the two sisters would be sharing it.

“You and Stephanie both going to sleep here?” I asked.

Lily rolled her eyes. “Yes, but I guess it’s better than sharing the suite with all of you.”

“Touché.”

We settled in next to each other and started watching the movie. The bed was small and we touched sides and got situated so that we both knew it was only because there wasn’t another choice. The slow smooth rocking of the ship relaxed me as we watched. I couldn’t stop thinking of my mom though. I stared at the screen but I saw her. And I saw Aunt KK. I saw the smooth skin of my mom’s legs and back and breasts when she wore her bikini. I saw Aunt KK dressed in her skinny jeans and black blouse, her plump ass shaking as she danced in the club earlier. I kept thinking about how good my mom’s mouth had felt on my cock, engulfing it, so hot and wet and smooth. I kept thinking about Aunt KK’s tight pussy gripping me while I side in and out of her. I had no idea what was on the t.v.

I must have been in a trance like state when I realized my hand was on Lily’s illegal bahis siteleri leg. I didn’t know how long it had been there. She was staring and the t.v. And didn’t seem to notice.

I was horny. I was frustrated. I had been a second away from sliding into my own mother’s wet and waiting pussy. I couldn’t even imagine how tight and good it would have felt.

I wasn’t thinking clearly.

I moved my hand up Lily’s leg.

She had on shorts that were high on her thigh and I moved my hand up her smooth leg and underneath them. Her legs were thick with fat.

I was waiting for her to move or adjust or slap my hand. She pushed her body down so my hand could go higher up her shorts.

I pushed my hand higher while we both stared at the tv. Finally I got to the high enough up her thigh to feel her crotch. She had on panties and I could feel the material against my fingertips. I slowly moved my fingers up and down her panties and felt the smoothness of the material. I could feel the heat coming off of her crotch.

My fingers traced up and down her panties and I could feel the moisture soaking through.

I leaned up and started to kiss her neck.

She turned her head and we kissed on the mouth. She wasn’t that good at it, but I didn’t care. I was horny and I didn’t know what had gotten into Lily, and even though I would never have expected this, I wasn’t going to pass it up.

We kissed and I pulled her down onto the bed so she was laying on her back. I unbuttoned her shorts and caught a glimpse of her purple panties as I pushed my hand past the fat of her belly and down into the panties.

She sighed into my mouth when my fingers pushed past her thick pubic hair, it tickling my hand, and into her slit and felt her wetness.

I slide my fingers up and down her wet slit. I wasn’t sure that she still wasn’t a virgin, even though she was nineteen, but honestly I didn’t care one way or the other. I didn’t want to be her first, but I was so horny I knew I wouldn’t stop if I was. I pushed my index finger inside her and felt the tip bump up against then past her tightness. I was like a someone had placed a block on her pussy that would have to be broken to get past.

Lily moaned while I fingered her then moaned harder when I thumbed her clit. She grabbed me and squeezed me and I’m pretty sure she came.

I pushed my thumb into her clit and felt her thick hair. It was sexy. The thick ungroomed hair, the tight hymen. I was close to busting right there in my shorts.

I wanted to do more though before I did.

I kissed her and then tugged at her shirt. She got the idea and slipped her tshirt over her head.

Her breasts were there, huge and voluptuous, the bra straining to hold them in. I pulled the straps down before she could have stopped me then pulled them free of the cups.

They popped free like two squishy watermelons being released from a prison.

They weren’t that perky, but with all that weight I couldn’t see canlı bahis siteleri how they could have been. Her nipples were dark pink and large and I put my mouth on one and grabbed a handful of thick tit.

I sucked and Lily moaned. I had a hand on the other one and she laid her hand on mine and squeezed and pulled my hand around in a circular motion. I pinched her nipples and she moaned.

I could have stayed all night sucking her big, fat titties. But my dick wasn’t going to let that happen. He’d been teased, then promised a land of sweet wetness inside my mother, then denied by an ugly bitch.

Now I had a chance for vengeance. To get my cock that sweet satisfaction he was craving and do it inside my cousin, the daughter of my aunt who had fucked up me fucking my mom.

I pushed myself on top of Lily and pulled my shorts down. My raging hard dick popped to attention. I kissed her so she couldn’t protest. I didn’t want to hurt her or make her do anything she didn’t want to do. I was sure she wanted this too. She kissed me back and I pushed her legs open with mine.

I reached down and rubbed my cock up against her, her thick hair tickling me. I felt the tight opening of her pussy and pushed against it.

It was tight and I didn’t force it. I knew it would hurt her when I entered.

I kissed her neck and with my cock right at her opening pushed firmly against her. She made a noise and I felt her rip and I entered her. She was so tight I thought my dick was going to be squeezed off.

The inside of her body was hot and wet and I knew I wouldn’t last long. I could feel her pubic hair all over me, hot and sticky with wetness and maybe blood. Her breasts were pushing up against my chest and I reached down and wrapped my hands around them.

I let her adjust to my cock being inside her and she wrapped her hands around my shoulders. She bit down as I began to rock back and forth.

She was tight and it was hard to go in and out. I pressed harder and harder, reaching down and pushing her legs back to gain access.

I began to thrust harder and harder and it felt like she was getting tighter and not looser. It was as hot as lava and all of a sudden my cock wanted to spew it’s cum.

I couldn’t stop myself and I rammed harder into her to get as deep as possible. I felt the head of my cock slam against the back of her pussy and I couldn’t stand it any longer. I held her against me and got deep inside her and let myself cum, my balls feeling like they were exploding. My dick felt pressure like the cum couldn’t come out because things were so tight, then it exploded and I could feel our juices all around my cock. I laid there holding her and kissing her softly for a while. She had tears in her eyes and I tried to be gently and sweet and kiss her and wipe them away.

“Was that ok?” I asked.

She nodded.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

She shook her head.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” I said.

She shook her head again, her eyes shut tightly.

“Should I go?”

She nodded her head furiously. I got up and took a look at her. Her big tits, her hairy pussy. She was a cutie. And I had taken her virginity. I got dressed quickly and told her I was sorry and I’d see her tomorrow.

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It was late and my red snapper had gone cold.

Ben, John’s friend from high school, was in town from New York, and in addition to reconnecting with a childhood buddy, John was insistent on introducing me. Presently, John was supposedly at the airport picking up Ben, then the two were supposed to come to my place for dinner. However, his plane had been scheduled to arrive at seven; it was after eleven with no update from either of them.

Impressing Ben was obviously important to John, so I put on my Giada-pants to cook dinner. After obsessing over recipes, I’d spent the evening preparing lemon herb red snapper and mushroom risotto, and toasted bruschetta with a tomato and mozzarella salad for an app. I’d set three plates for dinner at eight thirty; three glasses sat empty beside an opened bottle of grenache blanc. The floating candles in the water-filled centerpiece had burned down below half-length, and the bruschetta had gotten cold and limp. Sipping a glass of water, I scrunched my nose and frowned at the advancing clock.

I paced restlessly to the bedroom. Nervously stopping to check my appearance in the full-length mirror, I tidied my bright red lipstick, then smoothed the thin, powder blue button-up cardigan to my stomach. Arranging the sides of the deep V-neck that met just above the swell of my D-cups, I fidgeted anxiously with the buttons of the sweater. Flattening the thin fabric as it rounded the dramatic curves of my bust, I readjusted the inter-button gaps to stop the hints of my black lace bra from peeking through. My short black skirt flirted playfully at the middle of my thighs, its pleats leading the eye down to the black nylons that encased my legs. Whirling abruptly at the sound of my front door opening, my shiny black high heels clicked smartly on the wood floor as I swept out of the bedroom and down the hall to the entry.

The smell of Jameson wafted from the doorway ahead of the two men. John wobbled visibly as he grappled with his overcoat. Ben watched him without offering assistance, holding his own coat folded in the crook of his elbow, as though expecting someone to appear to take it from him. He was good looking, several inches taller than John and still stood with a jock’s cocky posture. His hair looked like he’d walked into a Manhattan salon and simply told them “Give me the Patrick Bateman.” Under his quarter-zip sweater, his body had the look of a former athlete; sharp lines of youthful muscle, papered over with an accumulation of expense account lunches and late nights at the bar.

As I watched from a few paces down the hall, Ben finally noticed my presence and thrust his jacket at me with a silent, arrogant grin. His teeth were uniformly straight and stunningly white, a predator’s smile. Before I could respond, John, freed from his own coat, rushed forward and snatched the jacket from his friend. Blotting a hasty, whiskey-tasting kiss on my lips, John slipped an arm around my waist and turned toward our guest.

“Sarah,” he extended the arm holding the coats toward the other man, “this is Ben. He was my best friend in high school. When I switched from public school to St. Mark’s halfway through freshman year, he took me under his wing when I didn’t know who to hang out with, and showed me how to fit in.”

I smiled at John’s affinity for his friend, mulling that I might have misjudged him on my flash-first impression. My aggravation at the wasted dinner passed; they hadn’t been deliberately inconsiderate, they had simply lost track of time while catching up. “Well, it’s wonderful that you two have stayed in touch. Welcome back to town, Ben.”

I stepped forward and extended my hand to shake, and found it eclipsed in Ben’s large mitt. He stooped and planted a wet, lingering kiss on the back of my hand; his lips pressed against my skin long enough that I cleared my throat to get John’s attention.

“Hey now… that’s enough, you ol’ smoothie.” John reluctantly intervened. Ben straightened, finally releasing my hand from his grip as he blatantly looked me over from head to toe.

“Holy shit, John!” He exclaimed; his gaze fixated on my rack. “Where’d a dud like you pick up a prime piece like her?!” Smiling uneasily, I retreated a hasty step back and retracted my arm, holding it crooked at my side as I rubbed the slick of drool from the back of my hand with my other palm. John laughed nervously as his friend advanced to close the distance I had gained, continuing his teasing.

“No, seriously, are her rates reasonable and does she have any available dates later in the week?” I shot a glance at John to see if he’d step in, but he smiled yieldingly. Ben turned to direct his joke-maker right at me. “Do you take Black Card? How will this show up on my expense report; something discreet, right?” He guffawed at his own hilarity.

John laughed along as he casually tried to intervene. “Okay, that’s about enough of tha-” but Ben wasn’t done with his comedy routine.

“Hey, are you guys having a meeting while I’m in town? I’d love to meet some of the other members.” maltepe escort His eyes were still buried in my rack, but I was confused and misdirected by his question.

“Meeting… what meeting?” I asked, immediately regretting it.

“A meeting of The Tig Ol’ Bitty Society! You must be president of the local chapter!” Another roar of laughter blasted from his mouth, while his eyes kept drooling at my chest. My face flushed in mortification as I crossed my arms defensively over my bust. John tried to grab his elbow to guide him into the living room, but Ben shook him off. “Come on, you don’t have to be such a killjoy! Just introduce me… a-round!” His hands outlined twin globes in the air between us.

Ben finally relented and allowed John to guide him down the hall to sit down. Avoiding my eye contact as they passed, John draped the coats over my arm without comment as he shepherded his friend.

Pausing to catch my breath after the boorish display, I allowed the two of them to pass into the living room. From down the hall, I heard Ben loudly reacting to my well-appointed apartment. “Man, a nice set of milkbags can buy you a fancy place in this town.” The oaf joked. I rolled my eyes in contempt as I opened the closet and hung their coats. I delayed another moment, then relented and returned to my guests.

The guys were slumped lazily at either end of my navy-blue sofa, talking and laughing loudly. I paused upon entering the room, clasping my hands uncertainly before my waist; the couch was built for three people, but it didn’t look like there was enough space for me between their spreading knees. Settling into a chair perpendicular to them with my back to the kitchen, I crossed my legs primly, folded my arms across my tummy, and tried to follow the banter. Names I didn’t know in places I’d never been doing things that were hilarious, but “you had to be there.”

Sick of being sidelined in my own home and determined to show Ben that I wouldn’t let a creep run roughshod over me, I forced myself into the conversation.

“So, Ben, how was your flight?” I blurted out, nearly shouting to be heard. Both men turned in mild surprise. Ben quickly resumed his swagger, eager at the opportunity to brag.

“It was sweet! Flew first-class, free drinks, stewardess was a prime piece of tail; I could tell she was into me. Anyway, I’m platinum status across-the-board, so I always fly first. Back in economy, you got like babies crying and loose chickens running up and down the aisles and shit. Not for me, man; I didn’t go to business school to fly with a bunch of paupers.”

“Sarah flew first-class last summer!” John tried to keep me in the conversation. “She got upgraded when she was coming home from her granddad’s birthday party.”

The vivid memories of the trip – my lucky first-class upgrade, my gregarious seatmate, John’s no-show to pick me up at the airport – filled my mind. I stared at the coffee table between our group, recalling how after getting a ride home from my seatmate I had repaid the favor by sucking his cock while on my hands and knees on that same table. Blushing, I remembered myself in the spot on the couch where John sat now, riding that same stranger’s hard dick, and filling the quiet midday apartment with my blissful screams.

Moist warmth blossomed between my clamped thighs as my mind wandered lustily. My thoughts had detached and drifted adequately that I stared off into space for a moment before realizing that the room had fallen silent after I’d been addressed. I cocked my head inquisitively at John and Ben, who stared at me expectantly.

“Sorry? I wasn’t paying attention.” I uncrossed my arms, raising a hand to cover what felt like an incriminating grin.

Ben found this immensely amusing. “John, your little lady’s blonde roots are showing!” My eyes narrowed into slits and my mouth tensed into a thin line.

“Hey… Come on, man, lay off her.” John pushed back weakly against his friend.

“Wh-tsch!” Ben directed a whip crack motion and sound effect at John, then turned to me and slowly repeated his request. “I said: Why don’t you fetch us some beers.” Each painstakingly enunciated syllable struck like a bullying slap to my face.

In my periphery, at the far end of the couch, John shifted in his seat and laughed uneasily, but Ben’s pompous smirk dominated my field of vision. A fiery torrent of rage was ready to flow out of me, but I stifled my retort. Considering Ben’s importance to John, I agreed to be a good girlfriend. Swallowing my angry words, I stood, then gave a theatrical curtsy before spinning on my heel and sashaying to the kitchen.

I felt Ben’s eyes follow me as I clicked through the room atop my heels, knowing that the hem of this skirt danced flirtatiously up my hamstrings when I walked.

“Goddamn, John!” I knew his gaze hadn’t shifted from my ass as he addressed my boyfriend. “Are your parents richer than you let on? Cause I’ve seen you in the shower, man; no way is a smasher like that sticking around for your trouser tyke.” escort maltepe

Opening the fridge, I recognized that the door opened away from the living room, denying me the cover of the door while I bent to retrieve the beers from the bottom shelf. I took a deep breath, whispering “Just get it over with,” to myself as I sank and reached. My skirt rode up my thighs as I squatted betraying the band of scalloped lace at the elastic top of my black nylons. I quickly snatched two bottles and stood, re-concealing my thigh-high secret. Glancing over my shoulder at the room, Ben’s calculating eye-contact betrayed what he had observed. I turned away as I closed the fridge.

Setting the beers on the counter, I dug through a drawer searching for the opener. As I closed my fingers around the gadget, I remembered the glasses I’d left in the freezer to chill. Cool steam billowed out as I opened the freezer door, wafting weightlessly against my face and the bare skin above my sweater’s “V”. I shivered slightly as I reached to the back of the icebox to retrieve the glasses, but the cold air helped ease the incriminating flush caused by my wandering mind. Goosebumps were still flashed across my exposed flesh as I shut the door and shook off the last of the cold.

Prying open and pouring the beers, I paused to let the foam settle into a one-inch crown. As I emptied the remainder of the bottles, I watched lines of condensation trickle down the frosted glass surface and pool on the marble counter. Thinking of my wooden coffee table, I tilted my head back and called to the living room, “John, put some coasters out on the table.”

“Wh-tsch!” Ben whip-snapped again. “Those tits have got you well trained, huh, buddy? Can’t blame you, I’d be hypnotized by them, too… I mean, if I were you.” Ben hesitated, and I perceived the caress of his eyes crawling up my stockinged legs, over my ass, then up to my jugs. He exhaled with a low whistle, “You probably haven’t bagged a chick this hot since Dana Kensington… senior year, right?”

“Uh, I never hooked up with Dana.” John self-consciously spoke the name of the other woman from years ago. Ben made a noise of dispute, but John persisted. “No, I never did. She and I were going to go to prom – you pestered me into asking her… then you slept with her the week before the dance.” Ben cackled as his friend recalled his long-forgotten conquest. “That was the night of my birthday… you, uh, banged her at my party, in my bed.” I winced in pity for high school John, as well as for the freshly humiliated man on my couch. Ben howled mirthfully, and I heard a series of fleshy impacts as he pounded at John’s arm to join in the joke. I grabbed their beers and hurried back to the living room.

Tittering uncomfortably under the ongoing teasing, John plunked the cork discs on the table as I approached. I passed wide to the opposite side of the table, then bent over the wood as I set the perfectly-poured beers on the coasters.

Still stooped over the table, my hands on my knees, I turned my face toward my boyfriend. “Thank you, John.” I puckered my lips in an air-kiss, making an affectionate show of my appreciation. But deep down, I was uncertain if I meant to boost John’s standing through my show, or to bully him in my own way. He reddened with embarrassment as his friend sniggered.

The buttoned front of my cardigan dipped dangerously low as I lingered over the table. Behind the sagging rim of pale blue wool, my breasts dangled ripely in their black lace trap. Peering at Ben, his confident eyes now failed to meet my gaze. For all his boasting, he was evidently mesmerized by the show beneath my blouse, as well. I spoke to break the trance.

“Ben… Ben!” I repeated louder, flattening and extending the “e” with a mocking tone.

He blinked quickly as if startled. “Wh-… um, yeah.” He blinked again and raised his eyes to mine.

I curled my lips into a saccharine smile. “Is there anything more I can do for you?” He shook his head ‘no’, but I saw disappointment flash behind his eyes as I straightened and ended the show.

Leaning forward to grab his beer, he returned to a reclined position on my couch. A visible recalibration passed through Ben’s face as his arrogant demeanor was restored. Smirking at the glass in his hand, he sneered, “Mmm… I knew from looking at you that you gave perfect head.” His harrying joke caught John mid-sip, and a puff of foam flew from John’s glass as he snorted through his nose.

Settling back into my ‘good girlfriend’ role, I resumed my seat on the sideline of the living room, demurely crossing my legs and gazing across the room at the ruined dinner. While my chest had momentarily tamed the bully, his ego had broken free and was running amuck once more. The boys picked up their discussion of inside jokes from high school. Catching myself detaching again, I pushed myself back into the discussion.

I loudly cleared my throat to clear a conversational opening; both mouths paused as the attached faces turned towards me again. “So, you guys maltepe escort bayan were on the soccer team together?”

“Oh yeah! Ben was team captain, three years all-state, lead the state in goals senior year, played at Vanderbilt on scholarship…” stars glowed in John’s eyes as he rattled off his friend’s accolades. Ben feigned modesty, waving a casually dismissive hand, and unconvincingly gesturing for him to stop the flattering resume recitation.

Swallowing a gulp of beer, Ben set his glass down on the table, beside the coaster. Propping his arms atop the back of the couch, he returned the favor for John. “Well, sure, but I couldn’t have done it without John.” He changed his mind, leaning forward to pick up his beer for another large swig. “If it hadn’t been for John, I wouldn’t have been hydrated enough to score all those goals.”

I cocked an eyebrow at the oddly phrased acclaim. John’s expression sank as Ben continued.

“Oh yeah, he was great at getting cups of water to the players as we came off the field,” he sipped again as if demonstrating. “Totally vital! And he always made sure our uniforms were clean for games; yeah, John was the best team manager we had!” He looked from my perplexed expression to John’s growing embarrassment, then back to me. “Oh,” he snorted, then sipped again, “You thought he *played* on the team?!”

Ben pitched his head back in uproarious laughter, pounding his large band onto John’s back. John doubled over under the force of Ben’s thumping. When he finally lifted his face, my boyfriend’s crestfallen expression simultaneously evoked sympathy and contempt in me.

I pursed my lips, reflecting on John’s dumb lie about his high school soccer career. Ben had already moved on to describing his vacation at an expensive ski chalet in Aspen. John tried to let go, but the anguish of his friend’s disclosure lingered in his eyes.

Ben was concluding a lengthy narrative of the dining experience on his trip. “God, I gotta tell you, that personal chef, he was just on another level. I mean, I don’t swing that way,” he forcefully elbowed John in the ribs, “but, bro, his roast duck deserved a blowjob. For real!”

Ben drained the last of his beer and held up his glass, silently ordering a refill. I stood and tried to take the glass from his hand, but Ben retained his grasp, chuckling as we struggled. “Ooooh! We got a feisty one here!” Beneath my sweater, my breasts jiggled and shook despite their underwire restraints as I wrestled with Ben for the glass. The wide smile he wore as he relented divulged that he had observed my quaking mounds. I held out my free hand for John’s glass, staring impatiently at an empty spot on the sofa between the two men while I waited for him to finish his beer. Taking his empty, I spun and marched back to the kitchen.

I tossed the empty bottles from the counter into the recycling pail with a noisy clatter, then quickly stooped into the fridge to retrieve replacement beers. As I poured two fresh pints, Ben raised the topic of dinner. I heard John desperately shushing him, obviously concerned that my teetering patience might collapse, but Ben was oblivious to his pleas.

Returning to the living room with the two full glasses, Ben’s demanding eyes contacted my own. “When we were at the bar, John said that you were making dinner.” Without bending over – no free show this time, buddy! – I handed Ben both beers while wordlessly jutting my chin at the table, indicating the wasted dinner setting. As Ben turned to look, one of the floating candles in the centerpiece burned through the last of its wax and died with a fizzle in the water-filled bowl. He looked away from the table and gulped uneasily.

John rushed in to play peacemaker, “Sarah’s an awesome chef! Over Thanksgiving there was a blizzard that crippled travel, and she made dinner for a group of stranded neighbors while I was stuck out west!”

I blushed and covered my mouth to conceal my gasp, picturing how that snowy holiday dinner with John out of town had quickly gone off track. My pussy moistened again, recalling how my innocent ‘Friendsgiving’ gathering had lapsed into a depraved afternoon of group sex. “Mmmm,” I hummed subconsciously, remembering my three guests taking turns fucking each of my three holes, and how I had come back for ‘seconds’.

Imperceptive, John continued singing my praises. “We really screwed up missing out on her risotto… and that fish recipe – red snapper – looked so good!”

“Red snapper, huh?” Ben’s eyes crackled with juvenile mirth. “I thought I smelled fish when we got here, but I thought she was just happy to see me!”

John timidly tried to lay a restraining hand on his larger friend’s shoulder. “Dude… dude, please, you’re gonna take things too far.” He begged.

Hysterical tears welled in Ben’s eyes as he shoved John’s hand away, pinballing his own body against the arm and back of the couch amidst his peals of laughter. “I can’t believe you were going to let us taste your ‘red snapper’ and we blew it!” He collapsed in a spasm of garbled hooting. John helplessly sipped his beer, still holding up his other hand, now as a cautious barrier between himself and his misbehaving friend. My sympathy for John as a victim of his friend’s bullying was reaching a low point.

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Author’s Note: All characters are eighteen or older. Thanks to LizHaze for beta reading and edits. Stay tuned at the end for a bonus scene that I wrote for LizHaze, she knows why.

****

Leif burst into his sister’s room, filled with the sort of petty rage that only a sibling could inspire. Celia had their shared laptop in front of her on her bed. She remained totally engrossed in the screen despite his abrupt entry.

“I don’t know what’s worse,” Leif muttered aloud. “That you always manage to sneak off with the computer when I need it, or that it’s always so you can watch porn.”

Celia only barely glanced at him. Earbuds trailed from her ears down to the laptop, and her hand moved slowly, but rhythmically between her legs. “Close the door,” she said.

“I’m not closing the door, dammit.” Leif marched over, flipped the laptop shut, then grabbed it away before Celia could stop him. “Honestly. Some big sister you are.”

“Hey!” Celia pulled out her earbuds and scrambled after Leif as he walked away. She beat him to the door and physically blocked it. “Come on, that’s mean. I was busy.”

“Yes. I know. I saw.” Leif’s eyes flicked downward. “I can still see, for that matter.”

Celia flushed and tugged her shirt down more firmly over her panties, which only helped her modesty a little, given that she had nothing else on below the waist. “I let you jerk off whenever you want,” she said sulkily.

Leif flushed in turn. “At least I wait until nighttime. Not middle of the afternoon.”

“Well we can’t both use the computer at bedtime, can we?”

Leif met Celia’s gaze. They stared each other down for a tense several seconds.

“I got school stuff to do,” he said.

“Yeah, well-“

“Can’t you just look stuff up on your phone or something?”

Celia frowned. “The screen’s so small. And then I gotta use one of my hands just to hold it, and-“

Leif threw his spare hand up between them. “Really don’t want to know any details. I’m sorry I brought it up.”

He tried to slip past Celia, but she was quick enough to block him. He was at a disadvantage since he was holding the laptop, and she was only half dressed and had just been fingering herself. He didn’t want to get too physical under the circumstances.

“Ten more minutes?” Celia said.

“No.”

“Come on. You can wait just a little bit.”

“I could. But it sets a bad precedent. And besides, you weren’t even that into it yet. It’d take you way longer than ten minutes.”

Celia grinned impishly. “You know that much about how I masturbate, do you?”

Leif went even darker red. “Unfortunately, yes.”

“Hm, does that mean you’ve been watching me?”

“No, just-“

“Maybe the reason you always need the computer when I have it is you want an excuse to-“

“Nope!”

“-come in and-“

“Stop!”

“-see a little-“

Leif thrust the laptop toward Celia. “Good god. Take the damn computer! Just stop talking.”

Celia beamed wider as she accepted the laptop back. “I’m right though, aren’t I?”

“Cel, seriously, shut up.”

Celia leaned in and kissed Leif on the cheek. “I’ll be quick, promise.”

“Yeah, yeah. If I don’t see the laptop in twenty minutes, I’m coming back, and I’m not going to be so accommodating.”

“Uh huh. Looking for another excuse already, I see.”

“I… you… shut the hell up.”

Celia laughed as she bounced back to her bed and opened the laptop back up. Leif shook his head and slammed her door on his way out.

He really shouldn’t have to put up with shit like that, he felt. Catching her masturbating should make her more uncomfortable than him. That was only right. And yet, Celia was Celia. She was just weird.

****

It was nearing twenty-five minutes later when Celia popped into Leif’s room, laptop in hand. He hadn’t been able to muster up enough righteous irritation to march into her den of sin a second time, so he was glad she hadn’t gone even further over his time limit than that.

“Here you are,” she said in a sing-songy voice. “One laptop for important school work.”

“Great,” Leif said with a roll of his eyes. “Thanks ever so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

Leif cringed slightly as he opened the computer up, but Celia had been good and cleaned up whatever porn she’d been watching beforehand. He was just starting to settle in and open up the stuff he needed when she bounced onto his bed beside him. He examined her out of the corner of his eye, deciding whether he needed to chastise her some more. At least she’d put pants on. That was something.

“Can I help you?” Leif asked.

Celia shrugged. “I thought you might want help, actually.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You’re doing homework or something, right? Well, I’ve been through all those classes already. Maybe I could make it easier.”

“You want to do my homework?”

“No, no. Just help. If you want.”

Leif narrowed his eyes and considered. “Are you feeling guilty?”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“You are too, aren’t you.” Leif chuckled. “Alright, fine. How ’bout you get us a snack or something then. bursa escort We’ll see how it goes.”

Celia flipped her hair over her shoulder, bit her lip, then nodded. “Yeah, alright.”

She flounced off, and Leif got back to his work for a while.

His respite didn’t last long. Celia returned with a bowl of popcorn, fresh from the microwave. She settled in next to him, propping their snack between them.

“So what are we doing?” Celia asked. “I hope it’s not physics. I was never any good at that stuff.”

Leif rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to be involved at all if you don’t want to.”

“No, I said I’d help.”

“Yes, but-“

Celia jabbed her finger at the screen. “Hey, Napoleon. I know that guy. History, is it?”

Leif sighed. “Yes, it’s history. Got an essay due tomorrow.”

“Ah. So it wasn’t really an emergency. You just procrastinated.”

“Like you never do.”

“Oh I totally do. Everyone does.” Celia shrugged. “But if you’d planned better, you wouldn’t have had to interrupt me.”

“Can we please not talk about you playing with yourself anymore?”

“Hey, you brought it up.”

“What? No I didn’t. That was you. Literally, like, twenty seconds ago.”

Celia grinned and popped some popcorn into her mouth. “Oh yeah.”

Despite his sister’s ‘help,’ Leif got some progress made on his assignment. Enough that he was confident he’d be finished by sometime that evening.

Celia went quiet for a while, which went mostly unnoticed by Leif as he typed away. She lay on her back and gazed thoughtfully at nothing.

“Hey, Lee, can I ask you something?” Celia said.

Leif shrugged without taking his eyes off the screen. “I don’t see why not.”

“I’m not ugly, right?”

Leif turned his head to stare at Celia, hardly blinking for several seconds. “What?”

“I mean, I don’t think I am.”

“Then why ask?”

Celia wriggled uncomfortably. “‘Cause you’d tell me if there was something weird about me, yeah?”

“Everything’s weird about you.”

“No, for real, though.”

Leif ran a hand through his hair. “No, Cel, nothing’s weird about you. Not physically. Mentally, you might want to get checked out.”

“You’re sure?”

“‘Course I’m sure. I’ve seen way more of you than I ever wanted to. I think I’d know.”

Celia sat up. She chewed on her lip a moment. “What about my tits?”

“What do you…”

Leif trailed off. Celia had pulled her shirt up, and was holding it above her breasts.

“Like, they aren’t weird either, right?”

“I…”

“I know my left’s a tiny little bit smaller than my right, but you can hardly even notice, really.”

Leif shook his head, snapping his eyes shut to block out his sister’s bare chest. “Dammit, Cel. Put your boobs away.”

“Ok, but-“

“Now!” Leif peeked out through lidded eyes, then opened them fully when he saw that Celia had complied. “The hell’s the matter with you?”

“You wouldn’t have looked if I hadn’t tricked you.”

“You say that like it’s a good excuse.”

“Not ‘good’ exactly, but yeah. An excuse. Or a reason, actually.”

Leif closed the laptop and pushed it aside. “Ok, listen, you better tell me what the hell’s going on here. That, or I’ma have to seriously kick you out.”

Celia twirled some of her hair nervously around her finger. “Yeah, fair enough.”

Leif waited a moment. “So?”

She shrugged. “It’s not that simple.”

“Ugh. Just tell me why you felt the need to flash me just now. I mean, come on, Cel.”

“I needed to know, ok? I’m trying to figure out if something’s actually wrong with me.”

“But why? Why would you suddenly think there’s something wrong? And, more importantly, why ask me? Why not, like, Brian maybe?”

Celia’s face clouded at the mention of her boyfriend’s name. Leif, in turn, frowned in puzzlement at the reaction.

“We’re, uh, not together anymore,” Celia said while studiously examining Leif’s bed sheets.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Since when?”

Celia shrugged. “Couple days.”

“And it’s, like, definitely over?”

“Yeah. Pretty much definitely.”

“Shit.” Leif coughed awkwardly. “So you’re, uh, feeling insecure now? Or something like that?”

“Well… kinda. I tried not to be. Brian said some pretty mean things at the end. They’ve kinda stuck with me. I know he was just trying to hurt me, but… you know.”

“Christ. Ok, seriously, forget what he said. You’re right. It was all just to hurt you.”

Celia laughed bitterly. “Not that easy, unfortunately.”

“No, I guess not. But I really do think he’s full of shit, for whatever that’s worth.”

Celia managed a shy smile. “For real?”

“Yeah. For real.”

“Even my tits?”

Leif groaned. “Ugh, fine. Show me them again.”

Celia lifted her shirt, and this time Leif looked at her breasts deliberately. He tried to ignore his sister’s face and pretend he was just being shown some random boobies. In that context, it would have been quite an enjoyable assignment. As it was, he was still decidedly unsure about it.

“Yeah, they’re good,” he said.

“Good?”

“You’ve bursa escort bayan got nice tits, Cel. Promise. Put your shirt down.”

Celia slowly lowered her top and smoothed it out. “Not weird or anything?”

“No. Perfectly lovely, I assure you. I’d be praising whatever gods were listening if you weren’t, like… you know… my sister.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Celia brushed some of her hair back coyly. “I know it’s kinda awkward for you. But hey. Boobs are boobs, right?”

“In a sense, sure. Buuuttt… sister boobs are still different.”

“Have it your way.” Celia hopped off the bed. “Maybe I’ll let you get back to it, then.”

“That’d be nice of you.”

“Try not to let the thought of sister boobies distract you.”

Leif stared after her long after she’d left the room. Thanks to her parting shot, he couldn’t think of anything except her breasts.

“Goddammit,” he muttered.

****

Leif spent the evening regretting his decisions. He regretted them while finishing his homework, through supper, and afterward. It had seemed like the right way to proceed at the time. But now…

Celia was annoyingly chipper. She’d catch his eye at times and give him a quick wink, which he found insufferable. She knew he was thinking about her chest, and it was all her fault. It wasn’t right.

Leif spent some time before bed sulkily playing video games in the living room, since at least they distracted him from images of the forbidden tits. His parents seemed to recognize that he wasn’t in a good mood, even if they didn’t have any idea what had actually occurred. At least, he very much hoped they didn’t. They left him alone, at any rate.

His sister, however, didn’t want to take a hint. Celia came in and sat down on the far end of the couch. She pulled her legs up half-curled so that her feet just barely infringed on his half of their shared seat.

“Whatcha doin’?” Celia asked.

“Is that a serious question?”

“No, not really. Wanna play something together?”

Leif sighed. “Not really.”

“Oh.” She chewed on her lip. “Are you mad at me?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Just because I-“

“Well don’t say it.” Leif glanced around, but he didn’t see any sign of their parents. “I mean, come on. No one else needs to know.”

“Mom and Dad are sitting outside drinking wine. We’re fine.” Celia leaned in closer. “I can talk about my boobies if I want.”

“Cel…”

“Boobies boobies boobies!”

Leif glared at her. “I swear to god. If you-“

“Boobies!”

Celia grinned broadly, her expression slightly manic as her eyes dared him to do something about it.

“Why are you like this?” Leif asked. “I mean, seriously.”

“Like what?”

“All weird about stuff.” Leif rubbed his face. “It’s been bad recently. And today especially.”

Celia looked slightly hurt. “You know why. I told you.”

“Yeah, Brian, I know. But, like, that doesn’t explain everything. It doesn’t explain why you’re shoving your boobs in my face yet again.”

Celia looked down at herself. As she leaned forward, she displayed an inappropriate amount of cleavage. She examined her situation, then shrugged. “That really wasn’t on purpose. Not this time.”

“Ah, right. Well that’s ok then.”

Leif went back to his video game. Celia slumped back against her corner of the couch. She pouted for a few minutes before speaking again.

“So you didn’t actually like my tits at all, did you?” she said.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Cel.”

“You were just trying to make me feel better.”

“Yes, of course I was trying to make you feel better. But I wasn’t lying. Your tits are fine. Good. Lovely, even. They’re just… you’re just…”

“Your sister?”

“Yeah. That.”

“So you’re trying to tell me you’d like my tits, except they kinda gross you out?”

“No!”

“‘Cause it sounds like-“

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about them, ok? I mean, it’s your fault. But just… ugh. Like, that’s not what I want in my head.”

Celia arched an eyebrow. “You’re still thinking about them?”

“Yeah. I was distracting myself pretty well until you showed up again.”

“Oh.” She considered, then sat back with a satisfied smile. “Good.”

“Good?”

“Yes. Good.”

“You’re a jerk.”

“No, I’m insecure. There’s a difference.”

“You can’t be that insecure.”

“Why not?”

Leif saved his game and closed it out. He wasn’t going to be getting anywhere at this rate. “You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think you just want an ego boost.”

“Yeah. That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“No. You’ve been saying you think your body’s all weird, ’cause of what your ex said. I think you know it isn’t, but you really want someone else to tell you that, and for some reason you’ve picked me.”

“Well… maybe.”

“So cut it out, dammit.”

Celia folded her arms. “Or what?”

“Or… I’ll be annoyed, I guess.”

They stared each other down for a moment, then Celia smirked and slowly reached for the bottom of her shirt. Leif grabbed escort bursa her wrists and restrained her movements.

“No,” Leif said.

“I wasn’t gonna do it.” Celia squirmed and tried to get free. “You’re so paranoid.”

“It’s not paranoia if you’ve already done it, and were just about to do so again. That’s just called learning.”

“Hmph. Whatever.” Celia jerked her arms again, and this time Leif let her go. “I really wasn’t gonna do it again, though. Once was enough.”

“Twice.”

“Yeah, right. Twice was enough.”

“You’re so damn weird.”

Leif got up and started walking out of the room.

“Hey, Lee?” Celia said in a soft voice.

“Yeah?”

“You were right. I did just want someone to tell me what I already knew.”

“Thought so.”

“Sorry for being weird.”

Leif shrugged uncomfortably. “That’s ok. I mean, honestly, I probably shouldn’t be complaining about seeing tits. It’s not like girls are typically lining up to show me their boobies.”

“No. They probably aren’t.” Celia bit her lip. “If you want-“

“Please don’t finish that sentence.”

“It wasn’t-“

“Don’t care. Don’t wanna hear it. Night, Cel.”

“Yeah, ok. Night, Lee.”

****

Leif began to relax over the next few days. Celia didn’t flash him again, and she managed to be subtler about her ‘computer time’ too. He still had confusing images of her in his head, but he could deal with it.

He was less impressed when Celia invited her friend Kara over on the weekend, and the two of them hung out in the backyard suntanning. It had never much bothered him seeing his sister in a bikini before, but the context was different this time.

Rather unfortunately, Leif’s mom, Cindy, caught him watching the girls out the window. She came to the wrong conclusion, but it was still rather embarrassing.

“You know,” Cindy said, “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if you went outside too.”

Leif jumped and turned around guiltily. “What?”

“I’m sure Kara would prefer it to you staring at her through the window,” she continued, giving him a meaningful look.

Leif wanted to protest, but what he’d actually been thinking was worse. He couldn’t very well explain to his mother that he was staring at his sister in her skimpy outfit rather than her friend.

“Well, I-“

Cindy gave Leif a gentle, but quite firm, push toward the door. “Outside with you. Girls prefer you try talking rather than just peeping from a distance. It’ll be good practice.”

“Mom! Come on. It’s not even like that. And Kara wouldn’t-“

“That’s why I said practice. It’ll be good for you one way or another.”

Rather awkwardly and miserably, Leif shuffled outside and over to where the girls were hanging out. Neither seemed to mind his approach, although they did pause their conversation when he got within earshot.

“Hey,” Leif said. “What’s going on?”

Celia shrugged. “Not much. Gettin’ some sun.”

“Wanna tan with us?” Kara asked with a teasing smile. “I think Cel’s got a spare swimsuit.”

Leif was a bit slow on the uptake, what with his mind being a bit preoccupied, but he belatedly shook his head. “No, that’s ok.”

Kara frowned slightly. “What’s up? You seem a little out of it.”

“I kinda am.” Leif slumped down onto the end of Celia’s lounger. “Maybe didn’t get enough sleep,” he fibbed.

“Uh huh. Sure,” Celia said. She peered at him suspiciously, even as Kara continued to appear concerned.

“No, really, I’m fine,” Leif said. “I might just chill out here for a while, if that’s ok.”

He shrank a bit as he continued to be assailed by the steady gazes of both girls, but Celia finally leaned back and closed her eyes. “Yeah, whatever. That’s all we’re doing anyway.”

Kara nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just chilling. Hey, Cel?”

“Yeah?”

“Mind grabbing me some water?”

Celia groaned. “Can’t you get it yourself?”

“I could, but I’m invoking guest privileges.”

“You’re a lazy bitch is what you are.”

“Oh really? Well… maybe you’re right. But maybe I also know what you-“

Celia bounced to her feet. “Fine, fine. I’ll get you some damn water.”

“I was just going to say-“

“Well don’t.”

Celia marched away, still grumbling to herself. Leif made a conscious effort not to watch her ass as it swayed beneath her bikini bottoms. He didn’t need any mental comparisons between it and her boobs running around the mess his head already was.

“What was that about?” he asked, partly to distract himself.

“Oh, nothing,” Kara said airily in the sort of way that suggested the exact opposite.

“Nothing, huh?”

“Weeelll… maybe I wanted a chance to talk to you.”

“Dare I ask why?”

Kara glanced toward the house, ensuring they were alone, then leaned forward conspiratorially. “I saw you watching us,” she said. “Until your mom kicked you out.”

Leif tensed. “Oh. Sorry. I, uh, you know…” He shrugged helplessly. “It’s a weird time, right now.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Kara pursed her lips in thought. “Now the real question is who were you actually watching?”

Leif flushed warmly and turned his head away in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner, but probably wasn’t. “What?”

“Cel’s been saying some stuff, and-“

“What kind of stuff?” Leif interrupted defensively. “What’d she say?”

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There is no incest in this story but it is part of an ongoing effort that does has some incest themes. That’s why I put this story here, it made sense to keep the same story line in the same category.

*****

As Dan lay on top of me spreading his weigh between his elbows and knees as not to crush me he laughed at my protests of the kids coming home soon and kissed my eyes and face once again. At first I tried to playfully push him off and we kind of wrestled there for a few minutes and eventually he began kissing me along my neck again. That is my weak point if you catch it just right and after being fucked royally and cumming all afternoon it was just about right.

I felt myself squirm underneath him and to my surprise he began to get hard against my pussy again. Looking over at the clock and seeing the time tick down to 30 minutes before the kids walked in the door I began to panic slightly and began to push in earnest. Then locking my leg around his, I pushed up with my hips and rolled him off of me onto the floor. I scrambled up onto my hands and knees and looked over as he lay sprawled on his back and his half hard cock swinging in half circles.

Hopping off the chair I grabbed his clothes and tossed them to him as I said “You wasted your shower time here, if you want to do this again, you need to get dressed and go home.”

Dan looked at me forlornly but did as I asked and after a quick kiss and caress of my ass was out the door and back over the fence minutes later. I sat about mopping and wiping up our fluids off the tile and chair before spraying deodorizer to cover the sex smell. I grabbed my clothes such as they were and was able to unlock the door as the bus pulled up to the driveway. Sticking my head out the door I waved to the bus driver and the kids making sure they made it up the drive before scurrying down the hallway to my bedroom. I had just shut myself in the master bath as my middle son came in my bedroom asking about a snack. Feeling generous today I allowed him some cookies and juice and told him to get his sister some too while I took a shower. With him satisfied and gone I leaned over and started the water running it making sure it was warm enough for me before crawling under the spray.

Once inside I felt the water tickling my skin like Dan’s fingers and lips did earlier. Thinking about what happened I had a lot on my mind. On one hand what if Dan really was a jerk and like most guys and never called me back or acknowledged we fucked? If that was the case I guess my fantasy really was busted and he was just another jerk. On the other hand what if he did call me back and wanted to fuck again? Should I follow my crush and let it go even though he was old enough to be my Dad? That could make things weird, especially with Angie and me.

While I was thinking I lathered up my hands with body wash, washing my skin and getting worked up again in the process. When I reached down to wash any remaining cum from my pussy I winced at the soreness starting to set in. Having not been fucked by anything bigger than Angie’s or my fingers in a while didn’t help being stretched like I was.

His wasn’t the deepest cock my pussy had but it was the widest. After rinsing all the signs of sex from my body I plugged the tub and filled it with the hottest water I could stand lowering myself into it to soak. I felt almost like I did when I lost my virginity, I didn’t have the raw and burning feeling of the torn hymen but the stretched feeling from the opening of my vagina up into my cervix and belly were there. The warm water, thinking about the earlier sex, and my soon to be fingers wandering over my clit again as it was peeking up out of the water brought me to another small but satisfying climax. It even seemed to help with the pain a bit.

The hot soak helped a lot but I still winced a bit getting out of the tub. Sitting down on the closed toilet I took a hand mirror and held it down so I could see my battered pussy. The color of my outer lips had quieted back down to their natural pale color with the darker tint along the underside. The inner lips were still quite red, most likely from being rubbed a few minutes ago. Scissoring my fingers I opened the labia pressing them against my skin and making a little shape like actual lips from a mouth as was I looking into my vagina. Normally I couldn’t see in there but after Dan being in there was a small opening in the hole. I tried to kegel to tighten it closed but it just resulted in cramp like feeling and a twinge. Taking my body lotion in my hands I wiped it over my body to keep my skins soft and fresh feeling.

As I rubbed I got turned on again and had to bring myself to a climax two more times with my fingers before I felt sated. The last time I pulled my tit up to my mouth taking my nipple between my lips sucking on it as I swirled my finger around my clit bringing me to my final air gulping gut wrenching climax while thinking about Dan.

I wanted to cry out and call out his tuzla escort name but bit my lip to keep the kids from hearing me if they were close. The lid to the porcelain toilet lid rattle a bit in time to my spasms but I didn’t scream. As the waves of joy faded to ripples on the pond I fell back against the toilet whispering, “Dan, oh Dan, oh Daddy!” The whole time picturing Dan and the look of love and concern he had for me as I came on his cock earlier that day. I knew I wanted to fuck him again, I wanted to make love to him. I also wanted him to be my Daddy like I did when I was teen and staying over with Angie. I wrapped up in my fluffy robe and crawled up onto my King sized bed falling into a deep and needed sleep.

I woke up around 5 to a chorus of “I am hungry, what’s for supper.”

Acknowledging the hoard so they would leave I then stretched and yawned, wincing again with the patches of soreness between my legs. I think this was going to take a few days. Pulling myself out of bed I didn’t bother with clothes, I just kept wrapped in my fluffy robe. Partly because of the soft way it caressed my skin and also as kind of an emotional blanket barrier to the turmoil raging inside me about fucking Dan. As I walked into the dining room scratching my head and yawning I could smell an odd odor. Walking into the kitchen I was face to face with a large bouquet of mixed seasonal flowers.

When asked, my oldest son paused between video game levels to tell me some lady dropped them off about 30 minutes ago. The was a card and I dug it out with shaking fingers wanting see his name on them but then again not. The card said “Thank You!” That was it, no name, no thanks for the wonderful fuck, now get lost slut.

Of course I knew who sent them Darryl never would even when were married during our happy times. Angie might have if there was an occasion but there wasn’t so there was only one choice.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I said under my breath “Damn you, Dan!”

How come he couldn’t be what I thought I wanted why did he have to be what I really wanted.

OK I now you are going “What the fuck did she say.”

Why did he have to be caring and considerate like I had wanted him to be with me since I was 18. Why couldn’t he have been a calloused asshole just out for a fuck and fun before riding off into the sunset that the modern jaded bitch wanted him to be. I stood there my face in flowers, letting tears run down my face in realization that after all these years I had found my fantasy and the fuck of it was, there was no way we could go on. It just wouldn’t work socially without tearing up a whole lot of lives.

I was standing there lost in thought when my middle son walked in the kitchen saying, “Momma’s got a boyfriend, Mommas go-ah-ah a boyfriend.”

That’s all I need was for that asshole of an ex thinking I had something going on. He would try to haul me into court again as an unfit parent making shit up if he had too. I was at a bar one night and heard his big drunk mouth across the room spill his plan of getting the kids and making me pay enough child support so he didn’t have to work. Unfortunately my lawyer couldn’t or wouldn’t use it against him.

So thinking quickly I had to quash what my kids were thinking before they ended up telling it to their Dad on one of his infrequent weekend visits. What normally happens is that I drop them off at his Mom’s house, where he living right now, on Friday to let the kids see him between his drunken partying. At least he doesn’t do drugs in front of them but I know he blows weed and has done some coke.

Me? I get to work on the weekends and my partying is maybe sharing some wine with Angie or her and one of our boy toys late Friday or Saturday night after work and I never get drunk or do anything like that in front of my kids.

Pulling the card out I followed my son out to the living room and getting all of their attention by standing in front of the TV blocking the game box I showed them the Thank You. I explained Mamma did not have a boyfriend, I had just done something nice for somebody at work and they wanted to say thanks. That seemed to satisfy the curiosity for now.

I cooked supper, one of those skillet casserole things, then was supervising the boys loading the dishwasher and cleaning up the kitchen when my cellphone rang. Picking up the phone I didn’t recognize the number so I muted it and went back to supervising. It would have been faster and a lot less complaining if I had done it myself, but what kind of life lesson would that be for the boys. They were at an age now when household chores were getting a little more involved and taking a little more time than emptying the garbage. The dishes done I shooed them off to do their homework that got “overlooked” when they came home since I was busy with my bath and nap.

My daughter not having any was happy to get the TV to herself and was giggling to the latest episodes of Sponge Dude. I decided to treat myself to a glass tuzla escort bayan of wine and poured some white zin from a bottle that was chilling in the fridge. Grabbing my cellphone I decided go out onto the patio, sit in the dark, drink my wine and call Angie.

I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was going to say. “Hey Ange, your Dad is a hell of a fuck, can I be your stepmom!”

Probably not but hearing her voice always was therapeutic for me.

I was sitting there with the phone in my lap when it rang again, looking down I saw it was the same number as before. Hitting the button I answered it curtly, “Hello?” A soft but strong voice that I had heard so often asked “Did you get the flowers?”

Sitting there blinking into the darkness I asked “What?”

As what left my mouth my mind screamed “Oh Jesus Fucking Christ are you a moron Teri?”

I heard what he said my brain was just scrambling for time. He asked again softly with a little more bass in his voice that seemed to resonate through my ears into my nipples, “Did you get the flowers?”

Now flushed from head to toe and not from the wine I fanned myself as I answered softly, “Yes.”

Next he asked “Were they acceptable?”

This time I went with my emotions and almost cried as I told him “They were beautiful, thank you.”

This time the bass was gone and there was some slight tension in his voice as he asked “Can I see you again?”

This time I checked my emotions and instead of screaming “Hell yes let me hop the fence”, I paused and said “I am not sure yet, we need to talk about some things first.”

I hope the confusion and tension in my voice didn’t sound as desperate to him as it did to me.

He paused and I waited to hear the click of the line going dead but he eventually asked “When?”

I popped out with “What?” Oh my God, what the hell was wrong with me, he was going to think I was stupid.

But instead of showing any irritation his voice seemed to have gained back some of its original timber and he asked “When can we talk about it.”

Realizing I had to go back to work tomorrow, plus I wanted some time for my raw feelings to calm down and get some control of myself I played hard to get “Not tonight the kids are home, and I have to go to work tomorrow.”

Pausing for slight effect and also to keep the quiver out of my voice I said, “This weekend is when my kids are supposed to visit their Dad, if they do we might be able to do it Saturday before I go to work, if that’s OK?”

This time he paused but I don’t know why before saying “How will I know?”

Looking across the back of the yard across the top of the privacy fence toward his house I could swear he was watching me. Was he sitting in the dark outside looking at me? I looked for a sign of a cellphone light but all I could see was darkness. Taking a sip of wine to moisten my dried tongue

I added “I will call you Saturday morning.”

With a bit of chipperness in his voice he said “It’s a date then, I will wait for your call Saturday.”

The way he said date made my stomach flutter and then I had a question and wanted to get it out before he hung up so I asked “How did you get my number?”

That seemed to make him pause for a second then he answered a little unsteadily, “I got it from Angie?”

Oh great, how am I going to explain to her why her Dad wants my cellphone number.

Dan piped up again, “She showed up over here this afternoon while I was in the shower.” Oh great at least he didn’t smell like sex or my pussy, something Angie might recognize.

Dan went on oblivious to her inner commentary, so she asked “Does she know about us?”

Dan replied “No, while we were talking I pretended I wanted to upgrade my phone and asked if I could see hers, she paused then said yes but asked me to leave the pictures alone, I agreed since all I wanted was your number.”

Oh fuck there was some raunchy shit on that camera phone at one time and if they are still on there no wonder Angie didn’t want her Dad to see. Not sure I wanted Dan to see me sucking a guys cock or Angie’s tongue in my pussy while she was getting plowed doggy style by our redneck fuck toy, let alone the other shit Miss Angie was up too.

While she was lost in her fears Dan finished “I faked frustration with it long enough to memorize the last four of your number since the area code and exchange are the same as mine, I hope you don’t mind?”

Smiling to herself in the dark she said softly “No Dan, I don’t mind and thank you once again for the flowers, good night.”

With that she clicked the off switch and shivered from excitement. She refrained from pinching her clit with one hand and a nipple with the other to bring her off. She so wanted to masturbate right there on the dark pool patio, sitting in that chair in the moonlight but she wasn’t sure if he was watching. For some reason she felt shy thinking he was there and for her that word had not been said escort tuzla about her for a longtime. Sipping her wine slowly she let the warmth flood her body as she lounged in the moonlight. She tried to appear casual in case he was watching but inside she was quaking in turmoil. Her glass finally empty she fought the urge to drink more afraid she would climb the fence in a drunken binge and make a mess of things. Instead she wandered inside and finished her motherly duties for the night, shooing children off to baths and beds before making their lunches and placing them in the refrigerator to chill. Then with the kids asleep, the house locked up, and all the day’s events over only then did Teri go to her bedroom, close and lock the door, before allowing the robe to fall away from her body.

Standing in the moonlight in front of her full length mirror she could see the soft grayish glow of her skin contrasted with the shadows under her breast and around her groin. Teri began touching herself in the places she enjoyed, places where his lips and his fingers had played earlier in the day. In her mind she detached herself from her hands as she watched them move. In her mind they now became his moving down her neck, along her jaw, down her arms, circling her breasts and teasing her nipples softly. The teasing moved lower, caressing her full belly that he had kissed and licked, moving down over her hip bone. She tried to keep up the suspense but her need was too much and she plunged her hands over her bare pubes right to her once again drooling hole. Working one set of fingers around the hole she was still too sore to push up inside but she could circle the outside spreading her wetness and scent to the outside world.

Taking her other hand up she lightly pinched her clit between her thumb, her index finger and her middle finger drawing a grunt and soft squeal from her as the shivers ran up her spine and down her legs. Teri’s breathing had long ago quickened and along the way small breaths worked their worked their way up to grunts and moans as she rubbed in clit in rapidly shrinking circles. Remembering how his hands felt on her ass she moved the other back between her legs cupping and pinching the bottom of her ass cheeks leaving wet trails across the skin. Then remembering him rubbing there she gather fluids from her vagina and pushed them back with her fingers covering her asshole with them making her slick from asshole to clit. In her mind his hands took full advantage of it rubbing and probing sometimes in unison sometimes totally different. Then it happened her index finger was sliding back between her thighs and toward her ass as she pinched her clit causing her hips t jerk and her finger slid up to the first knuckle in her ass. The gasp of the pinch was followed closely by the squeal of the finger sliding in to her. She had been fingered there before. Darryl did it like he was digging loose change from between the couch cushions but Angie could actually make it feel good.

Teri never tried it on herself but in this state she was happy with the result. Sliding back and forth as she circled her clit her middle finger joined itself inside her ass and in a few more stroked she had them both buried knuckle deep inside her. She remembered Angie curling her fingers around and actually rubbing her G-spot from her ass and she did the same. Lost in the building of the perfect storm of arousal working its way to orgasm Teri realized she was also standing in front of her bedroom window with the shades up looking out over the back yard and toward Dan’s house.

The bedroom was dark but she thought the moon might be bright enough for him to see her if he was looking. Her vantage over the privacy fence was a little better from the bedroom and as she worked herself in a frenzy she was trying to see him, wanting to see him watching her masturbate in her bedroom for him, for her, but all she could see was the backyard bathed in cold gray light and shadows surrounding Dan’s house. But she knew he was there, she could feel he was there, in the dark, watching her on the verge.

Then a glint of light flashed from the shadows. A reflection! He was there he was watching!! That caused her sounds to form into a long low keening moan as she collapse forward onto the floor rolling into a convulsing ball until she shook herself into unconsciousness.

Teri was right he was outside. He was in the back yard, the moonlight bounced of his watch crystal but what she couldn’t know was Dan couldn’t see into the bedroom it was just too dark when viewed from the outside and the low keening moan that he might have been able to hear was covered by the air pump as it kicked on to cool the house. Her stress and excitement would have been no stranger to Dan as he himself had been constantly masturbating since he had taken his shower this afternoon. Once in the shower and he was holding his cock in his hand about ready to come and say Teri’s name when his daughter stuck her head in the door to tell him she was there. He was able to choke back Teri’s name but not stop the spurts of cum shooting out of his cock and hitting the wall while his daughter was 3 feet away with a thin sheet of opaque plastic between them.

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In Chapter one our heroine, Kate, a successful businesswoman turning 60, has asked herself a troubling question. Is she a slut? Thus began a series of chapters in which she describes to her husband Henry (her fourth husband) her life beginning with her late teen years and her sexual activities at each stage. The portion in italics in each story is her recollection of some memorable sexual experience from her past. In this chapter Kate, now in her mid-20s, and her friend Cherie attend an orgy at Kate’s aunt’s home in San Francisco.

*****

I didn’t tell Henry any more about my past love life during our stay in New York. We were only there for a couple of additional days, and we both had things to do besides tell dirty stories and screw (although we somehow squeezed a bit more of the latter into our busy schedule). The main reason I didn’t tell him any more was I hadn’t decided which of my experiences should be next. I had concluded early on in the process that I was going to have to pick my stories selectively or I would have trouble getting past my college years. So much great sex; so little time to recall it all.

I was fixing breakfast on a dreary foggy day (typical of a San Francisco summer) a week or so later when next I heard from Henry.

“Hello lover,” he said when I answered the phone.

Recognizing his voice I said, “Oh, I’m so glad you called. It’s all gray and dreary here. You’re just what I need to brighten up my day.”

“At your service, my dear. It’s warm and sunny here. The sun is bright, the waves are sparkling, the temperature is, oh, I would say about 75 on your scale.”

“Mmmm. How nice.”

“The only thing that could make life better is if you were here. I’m sitting in a café overlooking a beautiful beach, having a late afternoon snack. The Rosé is chilled perfectly, and the cold shrimp plate is succulent. These people don’t do dinner until 10:00 o’clock at the earliest. I’ll starve if I don’t get something to eat before then.”

“I wish I were there. I’d help you finish off the Rosé, and then drag you off to bed and . . . Uhh, where are you are by the way? I thought you were staying in London this week. That doesn’t sound like London.”

“No, it doesn’t, does it? I can tell you it has almost nothing in common with the damp, gray London I left on an early flight this morning. I’m in Barcelona actually. Well, in a little town up the Costa Brava from Barcelona really. Got a day’s business to do here and then it’s back to dreary old London.

“Can I ask what you are doing in a lovely little town on the Costa Brava, besides sipping nicely chilled Rosé and nibbling shrimp?”

“Sorry dear, that’s need-to-know only.”

“Hmm, well either there’s a woman involved, or it’s more of your spy work.”

“Spy work? You know I’m not a spy darling. I just collect up odd bits of information from time to time, which Her Majesty’s government is either most appreciative of, or bored to death with. Spies work for agencies with names like MI6, KGB, or CIA or other such organizations. I wouldn’t dream of actually being employed by one of those organizations. I freelance, and when I find something of interest I pass it along, and the masters can sometimes be quite appreciative. Basically, I’m retired, and I like to travel and meet interesting people.”

“Oh, and if there was a woman involved,” he continued, “I mean involved in the way you meant with your question, you know I would tell you all about her.”

“Yes, I’m sure you would, unless of course you were collecting your ‘tidbits’ as pillow talk.”

“Oh, you’re so suspicious. Tsk, tsk. I’m just down here to meet a man about a dog—so to speak. He is due in from France, which is just a few miles away, in time to meet me for a typical middle of the night Spanish dinner. Apparently he didn’t want to meet in France. Curious. Dinner here will be nice, but dinner in Paris would have been oh so very much nicer.”

“But I’m talking too much. Enough about me. I want to know more about you. When we were in New York last year you told me that delightfully nasty tale about the woodworking chap you seduced on the way to deliver him to a book signing. Anderson—that was his name, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was Anderson, and he was a marvelous fuck, but pretty much a one night stand, if you recall.”

“Yes, yes. I recall that, but here is what I want to know. At some point you said you were going to tell me about the ‘Anderson twins,’ so what I want to know is about your relationship with Mr. Anderson’s twin brother. Did you have a fling with him, too?”

“Ah, the other Mr. Anderson. Would you believe me if I said I didn’t screw him?”

“Of course I would, but I would be very surprised you didn’t have sex with him, given how handsome his twin was. And, you said he was very important. I have trouble conceiving of an important man bursa escort in your life that you didn’t have sex with, other than perhaps your father.”

I laughed. “Oh, the other Anderson was important, and no I didn’t have sex with him. His name was Kyle Anderson, and he didn’t turn up in my life for several years after my afternoon and evening with his brother Lars. When I met Lars, Kyle was a Navy pilot on a carrier someplace in the China Sea, flying F-4s off into places that no one wanted to admit they had sent him.”

“Several years later I had progressed up to the point where I was a junior editor, working with new and minor authors, nothing major you understand, just whatever the boss gave me to work on. It was better than making copies and getting coffee, but hardly glamorous. Then one day the receptionist called and told me there was a Mr. Anderson in the lobby to see me. I walked out front and there was Lars, only, of course it wasn’t Lars, it was Kyle, but I couldn’t tell.”

“Once I unwrapped myself from around his neck, and Kyle managed to convince me he wasn’t Lars, I learned that he had been discharged from the Navy and had written a book that he wanted me, on his brother’s recommendation, to shepherd through the publication process. Now, we had a process for evaluating new books, and although I did some of the reading, someone senior to me usually made the reading assignments and certainly made the decisions about what we would publish. I decided to ignore the process and agreed to read his manuscript. I figured that if Kyle was anything like his brother Lars, I needed to get to know him better, much better.”

“Two days later I was convinced I had a hot property. I took it to the West Coast Managing Editor and, after he chewed me out for not following procedure, he agreed to read it. A couple of weeks later he walked into my cubicle and wanted to know how to find the author. He was ready to publish the book and, by the way, he wanted me to edit it. Long story short, Kyle published eight novels through our shop, all of which were best sellers and all of which I edited. He was a huge boost for my career.”

“And you didn’t sleep with him? I thought you slept with all of your authors, even the women, or at least most of them.”

“I tried . . . but he was gay, and there was no converting him, even to bi.”

“Ah, your great success on one side of your life was a failure on the other.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, but Kyle and I became great friends in spite of my frustration with his sexual orientation. I would have published more of his work, but he died of AIDs in the early 90s.”

“Sad. But I didn’t call you to dredge up old tales of death and failure. I’ve got several hours to kill before my dinner appointment, so tell me a cheery story, preferably involving some really nasty sex.”

I laughed at him. “I love you,” I said. “Sure, I’ll tell you a really nasty story. That’s the best request I’ve had this week.”

How about one about your second husband—say, maybe the first time you had sex with him?”

“Hmm, I guess I never have told you how I met him.”

No, you didn’t, come to think of it. How did you meet him? This was the guy with money, right?

“No, the guy with money was my third husband. I met him at an orgy—my very first orgy at that. Actually, that is a much better story than telling you about my second husband. Let me tell you about the orgy where I met my third husband.”

“Wait, what about your trysts with the Professor and his wife?”

“Oh, that was just group sex, and a very small group at that. Not even close to a full-blown orgy. The orgy I’m talking about was a party involving twenty or thirty very horny people at my aunt’s house in Pacific Heights. That’s where I first met the man who would become my third husband, but, and here’s the odd part, I didn’t see him again after that night for another . . . oh twenty years or so.”

“I can’t wait to hear about this.”

Well I had been working at Robards for several years. My first husband and the marriage were long gone, and I wasn’t particularly attached to anyone. I had a friend from the office, Cherie, who I used to have a drink with after work most nights that I was in town. Okay, sometimes it was more than one drink.

It was a Friday evening in late October, and Cherie and I working on our second or third cocktail, when she asked if I had plans for the weekend.

“Well, I’m invited to a Halloween party tomorrow night, but I don’t know if I want to go.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I don’t know these people very well, and I don’t have anyone to go with me. I mean, I know the hostess. She’s my aunt. But I doubt if I will have met anyone else she’s invited.”

“I’ll go with you. Always love a party. Is it a costume party? Will they object if I come with you even though I wasn’t bursa escort bayan invited?”

“No, this is a group that isn’t that fussy about that sort of thing, and yes, it’s a costume party.”

“Oh, fun. What shall we wear?”

“I don’t know,” I responded almost whining. “I can never decide what to wear to a costume party.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” respond Cherie. We were both sitting with a glum look, like we had lost our best friend. Then I had an inspiration.

“I know!” I said, drawing an inspiration from a couple of working girls leaning against the bar. “We could go as hookers,” nodding my head as I spoke towards the two hookers leaning on the bar.

Cherie broke out laughing at the idea, and we spent the next couple of hours shopping for skanky clothes for the party. I wound up with a really short, tight skirt, a stretchy pullover top that left nothing about my boobs to the imagination, especially since I skipped the detail of a bra, and some killer high heels. Cherie’s costume was along the same lines—just different colors.

The next evening as I got into Cherie’s car, she was feeling a little insecure about our somewhat over-the-top hooker costumes. “Are there likely to be people at this party who might be offended by our costumes?” she asked.

I laughed. “Not this group,” I said. “We may be overdressed. In fact, there’s a good chance that most of them will be naked before the evening is half over.”

“You didn’t tell me we were going to an orgy!”

“Well, the invitation didn’t say it was going to be an orgy, but if these people are typical of my aunt’s friends, they can turn a Bar Mitzvah into an orgy.”

“Really? I’ve never been to an orgy before.”

“Well, this could be your night. I’ve never been to one either.”

She thought for a minute and apparently decided she liked the idea. “Good thing I decided to skip the bra and panties for this evening.”

“Oh Cherie, you’re going to fit right in with this group.”

The party was in my aunt’s big house on Green Street in Pacific Heights. They even had valet parking. We just drove up, got out of the car, exchanged the keys for a tag, and walked up the steps.

As I got out of the car, I made sure my very short skirt was pushed up on my hips and my legs spread so the car park guy could get a good view of my pussy (Like Cherie, I had skipped my bra and panties for the evening).

“Did you flash him?” Cherie asked me as we were walking up the stairs.

“Yes.”

“You’re so naughty.”

“Well, I’m just trying to get in character for my costume.”

“By the way,” she continued. “Who do you know who can afford to live up here?”

“Oh, it’s my Aunt Chloe. She inherited a fortune from her first husband. I’ll introduce you, but be careful of her. She’ll have you out of your clothes and in bed in a New York minute.”

“I can think of worse fates,” she said. Her response made me think of Halili.

“Okay. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

We rang the doorbell and were admitted to the house by a guy in a tux, which was not a costume for him. He was a part of the help.

He led us into a room full of people in every variety of costume you can imagine. They were all broken up in the usual groups of two to five people engaged in cocktail party chit-chat. I noticed two things that didn’t quite match my image of a Pacific Heights cocktail party. First, there was a strong aroma of marijuana. Second, quite a few of the women were wearing see-through tops or other garments (or non-garments) that prominently displayed their tits. I also noticed that there was a fair bit of fondling going on. It was kind of non-discriminatory fondling. Men’s hands on women’s asses or tits, women’s hands on men’s asses or the fronts of their trousers. Men on men, women on women, or any other combination anyone could dream up. I can’t say there was an aroma of sex in the air. It was more like a vibration.

“Oh I think I’m going to like this party,” Cherie said as we surveyed the room.

“I told you, you would fit right in. Lets find my aunt.”

“Can we get a drink on the way?” she asked.

“Of course. There’s the bar over there. Follow me.”

As we tottered across the room on our hooker high heels, both men and women tore their attention away from whomever they were conversing with (or fondling) to survey us as we passed. At least two men lightly fondled my ass as we passed, and one woman, dressed in motorcycle leathers that were open to the waist, exposing most of her breasts, stared straight at me and licked her lips as though she couldn’t wait to get that tongue on the lips beneath my short skirt.

We got our drinks from the bartender and turned, leaning against the bar, to survey the crowd again.

“This is like a predators’ ball,” I said. “I’ve never seen this escort bursa many horny people in one room since I quit going to college fraternity parties.”

Cherie laughed. “Yes, it appears to be quite the social circle your aunt runs in.”

I laughed, “My mother won’t even come to her parties, and she would have a fit if she knew I was here. That’s odd, really, because Mom is hardly a saint. Ever since Dad left there has been a parade of men flowing through her life.”

“Maybe she just doesn’t want to be this public about it,” Cherie speculated.

“Whatever, let’s go find Aunt Chloe and the source of that delicious marijuana smell.”

As we nursed our drinks, we wandered out of the main room, down a long hall, and into a kitchen. In the kitchen we found a tall silver-haired man screwing a young woman in a maid’s outfit. She was was leaning forward over a kitchen counter, her short black dress pushed atop her hips and her tits hanging out of the top of the outfit. She was groaning softly as he drove his cock into her cunt repeatedly.

“Uncle Charles!” I exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were back in town.” Uncle Charles was my Aunt Chloe’s sometimes husband. I mean he was probably always her legal husband, but he was only around periodically, and the whole family regarded him as a libertine. Given his current posture, I had to say the characterization was an accurate one.

Uncle Charles looked over his shoulder at us without altering his pace as he fucked the girl in the maid’s outfit.

“Oh, Kate. So good to see you. Hang on for just a moment while I finish something here.” He began banging the young woman with as much energy as he could muster and she, obviously enjoying the increase in intensity, became much louder.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh yes, that’s it! Yes! Fuck my cunt! Oh this is so fucking good!”

Watching Uncle Charles ram his cock in and out of this young lady was incredibly erotic to me. I could feel my pussy starting to weep, and I badly wanted to reach under my dress and play with it.

“Rub your clitty, little girl,” he said to the maid as he grabbed one of her tits and began to maul it. The maid, still groaning and crying from the fucking she was getting, reached around with one arm, the other continuing to hold herself up on the kitchen counter, and began to rub her clit. After only a moment of this she screamed as her climax took her and then collapsed on the counter. Charles slowly withdrew his still rigid cock and then leaned forward, kissed her on the cheek, and said, “Oh you were wonderful as always darling. Please cleanup and go serve some canapés, and you know mum’s the word with the missus.”

He looked at me over his shoulder with a devilish smile and said, “Chloe gets so uptight about me fucking the help.” Then he turned and strode across the kitchen to us, his still engorged and erect cock bobbing as he came. He looked to be perhaps in his late fifties or maybe sixty, but in good physical condition and devilishly handsome.

“Kate, my darling,” he said in a booming voice as he wrapped his arms around me, smashing his glistening erection against my belly as he hugged me. I could feel his still hard prick sandwiched against my belly and he smelled of sex, alcohol, and marijuana, all in one delicious mélange of sinful aromas. Fuck, I was getting horny. Down girl, I told myself. He’s your uncle.

“Let me look at you,” he said pulling back. “What has it been, ten years since I last saw you? My you have grown. Where did these come from,” he said as he lifted each of my boobs in a hand.

“Remember, you bought me a boob job on my 18th birthday,” I said. “Nice aren’t they?”

“Oh yes, I remember. These are Doctor Howard’s work aren’t they? I can always recognize his style. God yes, I remember now. I thought your mother was going to kill me for buying her daughter a boob job for her birthday.”

I didn’t tell him that the boobs were all mine and all natural. I had used his money for college tuition since my boobs had seemed perfectly adequate to me and to the guys I was screwing when I turned eighteen. The Pool Boy certainly hadn’t complained.

Then he turned and looked at Cherie. “And who is this lovely lass you have brought with you?” Without waiting for a response he stepped forward and hugged her as he had me. Then he pulled back, both hands still on her shoulders and stared at her tits. He pulled his hands down from her shoulders and carefully massaged her tits through the light-weight knit top she was wearing. “Oh yes, these are marvelous,” he said, “and all natural if I’m not mistaken.” He continued to massage her tits. “Yes, just lovely. Just like Ingrid Bergman.” What BS. I knew for a fact that Cherie’s tits were mostly silicone.

“Cherie, you’ll have to excuse my Uncle Charles. He is a plastic surgeon, and for him boobs are a matter of professional interest.” Just as I said that he pinched both of her already erect nipples through the thin material of the top. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she groaned as he held her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

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Scott Logan was standing in the crush of people at the bar when he felt somebody shove something into his back pocket. He turned around to see who it was, but it could have been any one of about eleven people. Just then the bartender asked him what he wanted to drink. With a cold beer in hand Logan went back to the corner table he and his friends had staked out. As he sat down he remembered to check out what had been shoved into his pocket. He reached back and pulled out a pair of panties. They were black, lacey and a bit damp. “Damn,” he thought, “where did these come from?”

“Jeez, Logan you weren’t gone that long! Where did you get those?”

“They were handing them out at the bar.”

“Fess up, which bridesmaid did you screw?”

“Bridesmaid? Hell, it was the bride!”

While his friends continued the conversation Logan scanned the crowd again. It could have been a bridesmaid. He kind of hoped it was.

The band started another set and couples filled the dance floor. The guests mingled and eventually Logan found himself at a table between two bridesmaids; Mattie and Laura. He directed his attention to Laura, but it was obvious she was interested in the guy on her other side, so he turned to Mattie. She sat patiently watching him with one eyebrow raised in question and a hint of a smile. Logan had known Mattie a couple of years, and he really liked her, but he had doubted he was her type. She was well into her drink and she was listing a bit towards him.

“Do you want to dance?”

“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to ask you!”

As he followed her to the dance floor Logan admired the way Mattie’s ass moved as she walked. She had lovely long legs too, which the short skirt on her strapless dress did nothing to hide. As he moved her across the floor, Logan was surprised at how light on her feet Mattie was-even while tipsy.

After the song, they returned to the table and began catching up. At one point Mattie leaned forward to tell Logan bursa escort a story and her dress gaped enough to give Logan an excellent view of her cleavage. When the situation in Logan’s pants became uncomfortable he suggested, “Want to go get some fresh air?”

“Mmmhmm.”

She followed him out the door and they ambled across the fairgrounds to a grassy spot on the far side of one of the buildings where they sat down. She closed her eyes and lifted her chin, letting the moonlight shine on her face and her bare shoulders. They sat close together but not quite touching. Logan could feel electricity between them. While they visited, Logan admired Mattie’s toenail polish, idly wondering if he should make a move or wait for her; she had to be feeling the electricity too. Mattie drained the rest of her drink then turned to look at him. Logan met her gaze and they looked at each other for a minute or more. It was kind of weird, more personal than he would have thought, but it was comfortable. Then she raised her eyebrow. That was all the invitation it took.

Logan leaned in to kiss her. She smelled like roses and sunshine; fresh. When their kiss broke, she leaned over and stuck her nose into his collarbone and inhaled a ragged breath. “Mmm,” she sighed, “earthy, with a hint of horse sweat underneath.”

They kissed again, this time with more urgency. He put his left arm around her and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her close to him. He held her face gently with his right hand. Mattie removed his cowboy hat, setting it out of the way on its crown. Her hands slid down to his hips, pulling him closer to her. She shifted so she was sitting across his lap and began to unbutton his shirt, moving her kisses downward as she got each button undone. When she got to the third button she pushed him down so he was lying on his back. She straddled him and continued down his chest and stomach until she got to his pants where she fumbled with his belt buckle and the snap on his bursa escort bayan Wranglers. Logan spent this time admiring Mattie’s cleavage as she moved down his body. She slid his jeans and boxers down his thighs and nuzzled her face next to his penis then she helped him kick out of his boots and jeans. She licked the end of his penis then drew it into her mouth swirling her tongue around the head. Her hands stroked him below while her tongue teased above.

Logan absently ran his hand up and down Mattie’s leg under her skirt while he enjoyed her attentions. She shifted and got tangled up in her skirts. “I’ve got to get out of this damn dress!”

He obliged by sliding the zipper down and watching her bare breasts fall from the strapless dress. As she wiggled out of the dress Logan was relieved to see she wasn’t wearing panties either. He had the right woman! She bent over his face and he took one of her nipples in his mouth, gently biting her. She moaned. He bit harder, she gasped. “You like that?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said.

Logan slid a hand down her side to her ass then he reached around front and plunged his fingers into her, eliciting another gasp then a moan as he pulled them forward across her G-spot and through her labia. When he found her clit he lingered and teased it with his fingers. Mattie trembled and squirmed but he still had her nipple in his mouth so she couldn’t do anything about it.

“I want to stand you on your head and eat you like a snow-cone,” Logan hissed in her ear. He rolled her onto her back. Mattie shivered as he worked his way down her body and proceeded to use his tongue and teeth to bring her to a climax. She came explosively in Logan’s mouth.

“Damn, woman!”

“Sorry, that happens when I am really turned on.”

“Don’t be sorry, that was amazing.”

“I need you inside me.” Mattie rolled Logan onto his back again.

Mattie kissed him as she slid her body down on him, catching her breath escort bursa as he entered her. They moved together in rhythm, her breasts dangling in front of his face. He reached up to capture them in his hands. With a few quick movements Mattie inhaled sharply and cried out. Logan enjoyed the sensation of her body contracting around his, and then he straightened one of her legs and rolled himself on top of her.

As she hooked her heels around his hips he slid his hands up her arms, moving them above her head. Logan held her wrists, putting his weight on them so she was effectively trapped under him. Mattie arched her back clearly enjoying the sensation of powerlessness. Logan pumped into her and she moved with him. He could feel his balls slap her ass in the night air. With a handful of powerful thrusts he climaxed too. He released her hands as he collapsed on her. She reached around and ran her fingernails gently up and down his back while he regained his breath.

Mattie curled up in Logan’s arms enjoying the afterglow. “What are you thinking?” he whispered.

“I bet I have grass stains on my ass.”

“It’s dark, nobody will notice.”

When the breeze turned cool they began collecting their things. Logan zipped Mattie into her dress then she retrieved his hat while he dressed himself.

“Your hair is completely wrecked.”

“Yours is too, Princess,” said Logan as he gently pulled some grass out of her curls.

Mattie fluffed her hair with one hand, “How do I look?”

Logan regarded her carefully, “Like someone just fucked your brains out.”

She laughed, “That’s going to be hard to disguise.”

Logan backed her up against the building and kissed her again. Mattie hooked a leg up around his hip and he ran his hand up under her skirt.

“Hey! You guys don’t have time to do that again, they’re waiting on the bridesmaid so they can finish taking pictures,” came a deep voice from the dark.

Mattie and Logan turned at the same time to look into the dark then at each other and busted out laughing.

Mattie looked great in the pictures even if her hair was a bit askew; you could almost say her skin glowed, and her smile? Completely genuine.

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I have been living on my own, away at college now for the past two and a half years. I left home when I was barely seventeen years old, I graduated early at the top of my class. My parents were divorced when I was twelve, and from that point until I left for school, I lived with my mother. I actually rarely saw my father while I was living with mom. The few times he did come by to see me, it caused such a fight between my parents that he must have decided all of the stress just wasn’t worth it. So he opted for sending cards and phone calls instead. That’s the only way I knew my father all of these years until I left home, that is.

Once I was living on my own and away from mom, I started talking to my dad more regularly on the phone and on my computer. My dad is actually the one who is putting me through school and paying for all of my living expenses, including my awesome apartment and car. I’m not really sure when our relationship got to be the way it is now, but somewhere along the line, my daddy and I have gotten closer than I ever could have imagined. I tell him absolutely everything. There truly is nothing that I haven’t shared with him. I love him with all of my heart, and maybe part of the reason I have felt so comfortable telling him all of my deep dark secrets is that I still haven’t actually seen him in person. All of our communication has been as I said, either over the phone or the computer.

We have talked about seeing each other. We just haven’t done it yet. I really can’t wait to see my Daddy. I can’t wait for him to see how I have grown up. I’m not the little girl I was when he saw me last. I have sent him many pictures of course, but until he actually lays his eyes upon me, I don’t think I will seem real to him. I am nineteen now. The skinny little twelve year old girl has grown up into a 5’4’’ 115 pound woman. I have been teaching aerobics for some extra spending money and constantly working out, so my body is quite toned. My breasts are full and so is my round tight ass. The millions of lunges I have been doing in the gym keep my back side very firm. I think Daddy will be pleasantly surprised when he sees me.

Now, of course, I have been teasing him like crazy telling him all about my body every chance I get. But again, I think until he can actually feel it for himself, it’s just my words. So that brings me to why I have these nervous little butterflies in my stomach right now. All of my teasing and begging Daddy to please come visit me has finally gotten to him. I got home from the gym this afternoon to find a message from my dad saying that he was coming to see me this weekend. I must go shopping now and buy something special to wear for the very first time my dad sees me after all these years.

It’s finally Friday, and I feel like such a nervous little school girl! My dad should be here before too much longer. His last message said that I should wear something nice because he wanted to take me out somewhere special. He said, “You know what Daddy likes baby.” After all of those late night conversations that we have had over the past couple years, I do know what he likes. I hope.

My long blonde hair is down, and I am wearing a short black halter dress. My dress is a little bit low cut in the front, and my back is completely pendik escort bare. I have on a pair of sheer black stockings and a garter belt, but I can’t wear a bra with this dress. My dad is a very tall man, so I am putting on high heels, the ones that wrap around my ankles. Now, a couple sprays of my favorite special perfume, my earrings, and a bracelet that Daddy got me for Christmas. I stand up and walk over to the full length mirror and admire how I look for a moment. This dark red lipstick makes me look a bit older than I actually am, I’m thinking, as I play with my hair. I start to walk over to my dresser to find a pair of pretty thong panties that will match the black lace garter belt that I’m wearing. That’s the last thing I need to put on, and I’ll be all ready.

For a second I thought I heard a noise in the other room. I yell out, “Daddy, is that you?” No answer. So, I just keep fumbling through my lingerie drawer, humming to myself. Just then I felt a pair of very large, very strong arms grab me from behind. I jumped and took a sharp deep breath, but did not turn around. I felt frozen. The arms were wrapped around my waist and holding onto my arms. I realized after a couple seconds that I couldn’t turn around even if I wanted to, I was being held way too tight in that position. My heart was racing.

These big strong hands that were holding onto me slowly moved from my waist up and down the sides of my body never letting go of my wrists. He pulled my arms behind my back and placed both of my wrists into one of his very large hands. His other hand moved back around my waist, to my stomach, and up toward the middle of my chest. He took his hand away for a moment to close my dresser drawer, and then put it back onto the front of my neck. He held it there for a second, and then tilted my head to the side. I felt like I could barely breathe. But then I felt his warm lips on the side of my neck. My whole body was on fire. When I felt his tongue touch my neck, my body started to tremble. His hands just gripped me tighter.

I felt his foot step in between my feet and push my right foot out making my legs part. It was at that moment that I remembered that I never did get around to putting on my panties. I needed to close my legs. I couldn’t. These very powerful hands were once again searching my body, this time going down to my thighs and lifting my dress. I could feel the cool air hitting my bare, hairless, and very wet little pussy. I felt his hands firmly start massaging my ass, but when I started to squirm, I felt a very hard slap across my ass. I tried to hold still. No one had said a word.

He quickly pulled the dress up over my head. I don’t think the dress had even hit the floor before his hands were squeezing and pulling on my hard little nipples. Again when I started to squirm, I was met with a very hard slap this time on each side of my ass. So again, I did my very best to hold still. That is, until I felt his big strong finger wander between my legs. I was already on fire and very wet. Without any warning, he just reached down and pressed his finger against my hard and swollen clit. I jumped and let out a whimper. I got another spanking, while at the same time his finger relentlessly was racing back and forth across my swollen clit. “Daddy, escort pendik you’re going to make me cum,” I cried.

As quickly as his hand moved between my legs, his hand was gone. Leaving me right on the edge of having an orgasm. He turned me around, and before I could say another word, he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. I opened my mouth to accept Daddy’s tongue while his hands continued to fondle my ass, but not where I wished he would go back with those strong fingers. But now for the first time, he wasn’t holding my hands behind my back, and I could actually touch him too. I had no idea that my daddy had such an amazing body. He felt so big and strong. I couldn’t stop touching him. All of him.

He picked me up and carried me over to the bed and sat me down on the edge. He started loosening his tie as he just stared at me. I must say that I was loving watching Daddy take off his clothes like that and just for me. He was unbelievably hot. He never took his eyes off me, not even for a second. “God baby, you are so fucking beautiful. You have really grown into a gorgeous woman. Daddy wants you. Daddy wants you bad.”

I smiled at him and batted my big blue eyes. When he got down to his silk boxer shorts, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up and walked to him. I put my hands all over his strong chest while he stroked my long hair. I licked and sucked on his nipples a bit making him let out a few small moans. I took a couple steps over to the side, pulling Daddy with me. Now I knew that he would have a great view not only from the front as he looked down at me, but also from the back in the mirror, right behind me. I was still wearing my stockings and heels, nothing else.

I knelt down slowly pulling Daddy’s boxer shorts to the floor. I had seen a couple of cocks since I had been away at college, but never one as big or as beautiful as this one. It stood fully erect right in my face as I went down on my knees. I looked up at Daddy and smiled. I opened my soft full lips and took him in. “Mmm…That’s it baby. Suck Daddy’s cock. Good Girl, that’s a good girl.”

I concentrated on opening the back of my throat so I could take his entire cock into my mouth. I wanted to feel his cock in the back of my throat. I used my tongue all over the under side of Daddy’s shaft, back and forth, nice and slow. I tried to swallow him whole. I felt his hands gripping my hair as he started fucking my pretty face. I started moaning onto his cock and used my hand to fondle his balls. My mouth was bobbing up and down on his huge cock while my tongue was licking him and my little finger circling his ass hole. I could feel him tensing up and his breathing speeding up, so I pressed my finger inside of him let him fuck my pretty little girl face nice and deep. He made the most beautiful sounds when he shot his cum down the back of my throat. He held onto my head so tight as he screamed out. I swallowed every drop of his cum.

The way he came so intensely like that, I expected him to maybe pass out when he was done. That is definitely not what he did. He seemed to be charged with even more energy somehow once he came. He pulled out of my mouth, and grabbed me tight. He kissed me passionately and threw me up on the bed. He was laying on top of me and kissing me when I pendik escort bayan felt his finger enter me. I screamed out, but he kept his mouth firmly pressed to mine. He fucked me with his finger so hard and fast. I tried to squirm under him but his body was so much bigger than mine that I could not move. “Daddy, you are going to make me cum,” I pleaded.

“No baby. I’ll tell you when you can cum.”

What? Is he crazy? I thought. There’s no way I can hold it. He is driving me crazy and I’m right on the edge, again. Fuck him. “Daddy!” “Please” And just like earlier, he stopped. He was really torturing me. I felt like crying, or screaming, or putting my own hand between my legs, or all three!

“Shh,” he said. “It’s ok baby, you’ll cum, but you’ll cum when Daddy tells you to cum.” He whispered as he kissed each of my fingers. Before I could even argue, he took the soaking wet finger that had been deep inside of me a few seconds earlier and placed it on my lips. I opened my mouth and let Daddy fuck my mouth the same way he had fuck my tight little cunt with the very same finger. I could taste my pussy on his finger. “Do you like that my angel?” Daddy asked. I closed my eyes and shook my head yes as I sucked his finger. “Good Girl.”

He played with my hard nipples for a few seconds before he moved down between my legs. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He pushed my thighs far apart and used his fingers to spread my pussy lips. My body was trembling. His mouth was so close to my cunt that I could feel his breathe. He took his tongue and licked me from my ass very slowly up to my clit. Then he lifted his head up and looked at me and said, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No Daddy, Please No,” I begged him.

“Then you better be a good girl. Daddy will tell you when you can cum. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Daddy,” I answered.

His tongue was merciless licking and sucking on my clit until I had tears in my eyes. He pressed his tongue in and out of my cunt making me scream, while he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I have never felt such intense sensations in my entire life. Just when I thought he had done everything to my little girl bottom that could be done, he lifted my legs up high, and pressed his tongue deep into my ass, making me squeel out. He replaced his tongue with a finger and continued fucking my ass with his big strong finger while his soft, warm and wet tongue moved back up to my rock hard clit.

He sucked so hard as he flicked it with his tongue I thought I was going to pass out. Just then he asked me, “Are you ready to cum for Daddy Angel?”

“God Yes!” I screamed.

“OK, now you can cum for me, now you can cum for Daddy.” He said as he pushed his finger deep into my pussy and sucked my clit once again, but this time I felt his bite down on me with his teeth, just enough to send me way over the edge. I screamed and kicked my legs as my Daddy continued fucking my pussy and my ass with his big strong fingers over and over again. “That’s it baby girl, cum for your Daddy.”

Oh my God I thought. I’m so happy that my Daddy is here. He kissed me deep and then looked up at me and said, “Now put that pretty dress back on Angel, Daddy’s hungry. I want to go and show you off a bit, my beautiful baby girl. Besides, Daddy’s got a very interesting night planned for you little one.”

I just smiled and did as Daddy asked. My mind raced at the thought of what ‘interesting night’ meant exactly. I can’t wait to find out.

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FIRST SIGHTING

I first met Mark at the beginning of our freshman year in high school. He had just moved to south Florida from Canada. His older sister received a scholarship to the university in town to study architecture so the entire family, mom, dad, Marissa and Mark packed up their entire lives and moved from Vancouver to sunny Miami.

We met during tryouts for the high school baseball team and were both selected as starters for the junior varsity team and first alternates for varsity. No small feat for two freshmen players. I had been playing baseball as long as I could remember and I kidded Mark that I thought all Canadians played hockey.

“No, we have baseball too, we just run the bases the other direction, so our first base is your third base.” he replied.

“Really?” I was shocked.

“Of course not, you dope, we play exactly the same way you do, well, not exactly, we play better!” This began a long friendship of jokes about the differences between Canadians and Americans. It was another of these differences that would change the nature of our relationship forever.

It was the spring semester of our senior year and the beginning of baseball season. Mark was team captain, an ace shortstop, first team all-city all star and entertaining scholarship offers from a dozen different colleges. I was starting catcher and was on track to set a state record for my career .816 slugging percentage. We had even been scouted by a couple of Major League teams during last year’s state championship (we won, of course), but both of us decided to go to college and get a little more experience before making the leap to the pros. I had already accepted an offer from a university in California.

One afternoon, after a decisive victory over our cross-town rivals Mark and I and a few of our teammates were gathering our gear in the locker room. Most guys just wore their uniforms home after practices and games so it was rare to hear the locker room showers being turned on. I glanced around and saw Mark walking towards the steamy archway leading to the showers. Saying my goodbyes to my teammates as they were leaving I walked towards the showers to find out what was going on.

“What are you doing, I thought we’d go grab a pizza with the team.” I turned the corner in time to see Mark stepping into the shower jets, his back to me.

“Sorry, Rob, I have to work on my American History project. It’s due next Tuesday. I’m going from here to the library so I figured I’d scrub up first.” Mark began to lather up with his shower gel.

“That’s cool.” I replied, swallowing hard. Watching Mark soaping down, I couldn’t help but notice how well built Mark was. His well-defined arms lead to a muscular back and core, sculpted legs looking every bit as though he had been chiseled from marble by one of the great masters. I worked out and was in good shape but Mark’s physique was something out of the exercise machine advertisements. It was at that point I decided that I was spending an inordinate amount of time studying Mark’s body when I noticed something unusual.

Mark had no tan lines. Living in south Florida, everyone was a sun worshiper to some degree and I spent my fair share of time hanging around backyard and public pools, a year-round activity here. I spent most of my summer breaks at the pool when I wasn’t at some baseball camp or clinic checking out the bikini clad girls hoping to catch a glimpse of a tan line from a fallen shoulder strap or bottom that had ridden down a bit. But I’d never seen anyone with so seamless a tan as Mark. I swallowed hard again and turned towards the lockers.

“I’ll catch you tomorrow.” I grabbed my duffle bag and headed for the door.

“Tomorrow then, eh?” Mark replied in his typical Canadian question-that-wasn’t-really-a-question style.

All during that evening I couldn’t get the image of Mark’s soapy body out of my mind, especially the all-over tan. How did he manage it, or better yet, when did he manage it. We hang out together all the time, even going to the pool together and I never noticed it before. I suppose the only way I’d find out is to ask.

ALL-OVER TAN

The next day I met Mark before we headed into our Physics class. I simply couldn’t blurt out my question here in the hallway, especially in front everyone else hanging around. I would have to bide my time.

“Did you finish your history project?” I needed to change the subject.

Mark spat, “No, goddamn Truman and atomic bombs. It makes no sense. Good thing Canada doesn’t have the bomb so we don’t have to worry about that crap.” Mark struggled with American history not having the background that growing up in the U.S. and having American history shoved down your throat in every grade level.

“No big deal, I can help you with it. After all, I’m an expert what with being an American and all. How about I come over after practice today?”

“I thought we were going out tonight. I asked Cheryl and she and Karly already decided that they wanted to see that animated illegal bahis penguin movie.” Mark and Cheryl had started dating at the beginning of senior year and Karly and I had been going out off and on since middle school.

“Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you. Karly’s grounded for two weeks. Her dad found a pack of cigarettes in her purse.” I had only just found out myself last evening.

“So. We’re all eighteen, it’s legal now,” Mark replied.

“Eighteen don’t mean shit to her dad. The worst part is they’re not even hers. She doesn’t smoke. That stupid bitch Tina slipped them in to her purse so she wouldn’t be caught with them. You and Cheryl can still go though,” I offered.

“Hell no, If I never see another animated penguin again it’ll be too soon. I’ll reschedule with Cheryl and you come over after practice. Bring your swimsuit; we’ll study out by the pool.”

As Mark finished speaking the bell rang for class to begin and we made our way into class. Of course with that last statement my mind immediately raced back to Mark’s all-over tan. Maybe I could find out how he does it this afternoon.

The hours ticked by painfully slow and baseball practice seemed to go on forever. I had no idea why Coach Nickles was pushing us so hard, we were undefeated and well on our way to another district, region and probably state championship. When practice was over I told Mark I had to stop by my house and then I’d be over. I changed into my swimsuit and a clean shirt and flip-flops and walked the two blocks over to Mark’s house.

“C’mon in.” Mark met me at the door wearing only his board shorts which hung loosely on his hips highlighting his well-defined abs.

I followed Mark through the house to the back patio and set my backpack on the table, kicked off my flip-flops and pulled my shirt off. I dove into the pool to cool off from my walk and when I resurfaced I saw Mark walking towards the lounge chairs on the other side of the pool.

“If you don’t mind,” Mark started, “I’m beat from practice and wouldn’t mind just catching some sun and relax for a bit, eh?”

My throat caught. “Sure.” I managed.

I followed Mark with my eyes as he made his way around the pool to the lounge chairs. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping as he swiftly dropped his shorts and kicked them off of his feet. When seen from the front, Mark is even more spectacular than from behind. The closest thing I can think of to compare it to is the scene in Troy when Brad Pitt is putting on his armor, but even that image doesn’t do Mark justice. I had never been interested in looking a naked guy but the sight of Mark standing there in all his glory was something I couldn’t tear my eyes away from. I began to feel flush and more than a little aroused as my cock twitched in my shorts when I noticed that in addition to an all-over tan, the area around Mark’s cock was completely devoid of hair. Mark grabbed a bottle of tanning lotion from the small table between the lounge chairs and began to apply it to his body. It was at that point he noticed me staring.

“Oh, sorry, bud. I should have warned you. I sunbathe nude, always have.” Mark ignored my uninterrupted staring and continued to apply the lotion.

I stammered out, “I wondered about that… I saw you in the shower the other day and wasn’t sure… Well, you know. I just wasn’t expecting you to… you know…with me here.”

Mark laughed, “Again, you Americans with your obsessive modesty and puritanical notions of the body. Explain to me again how you managed to become the dominant power in the world.”

“Nuclear weapons,” I replied. My cock continued to thicken as Mark rubbed in the tanning lotion down his abs and into his pubic region. He carefully rubbed in a generous amount of lotion onto his cock and scrotum and continued down his legs. Once finished he sat down in the lounge chair and closed his eyes, completely relaxed in my company while I could barely contain my nervousness.

“Hey, you should try it. It’s really cool and Cheryl goes crazy for the all-over look. She’s even been out here with me a few times. Still has a light tan line, but we’re working on it. Karly probably won’t leave you alone if she saw you with an all-over.”

“What? Here? Now?” I babbled.

“Why not? I have some lotion with a higher SPF. You know, until you get a base down then you can go with a lower SPF.” Mark seemed perfectly nonplussed by the whole situation. I slowly dragged myself out of the pool keeping an eye on Mark’s closed eyes hoping he wouldn’t see my shorts tenting out from my half-hard cock. I walked over to the lounge chair furthest from Mark and untied my trunks, lowering them slowly to my ankles then off. I toweled off a bit and then began to apply the tanning lotion to my body already tanned naturally. With my back turned to Mark I grabbed the high SPF lotion and began to work it into my skin, skin which I’m pretty sure had never seen the sun before. I startled at Mark’s voice.

“Be sure to get plenty on your cock and balls. By God, illegal bahis siteleri you don’t want those burnt.” I turned to see Mark looking over at me and he reached for the lotion on the table and began to re-apply a large glob of white lotion directly to his cock. The small moan escaped my lips as the metaphor was by no means lost on me. Mark’s cock began to stiffen as he rubbed in the lotion and I realized that I was gently stroking the lotion into my own cock with the same rhythm as Mark.

“Sorry, but that happens sometimes. Don’t sweat it. Besides, it’ll keep you cock off your body so you won’t have a spot covered, eh? Mark continued to stroke the lotion into his cock until he was fully erect. He sighed contentedly as he lay his head back and said, “There, now we both have hard-ons, no one has to be ashamed.”

Not that either of us had anything to be ashamed of in that department. My erect cock measures 8 inches long and 4.8 inches around. Karly measured it one time so she could brag to her friends. Mark’s cock in my estimation was a bit shorter, maybe 7 or 7.5 inches but much thicker, maybe 5.5 inches.

Despite my initial nervousness, seeing Mark’s beautiful erect cock calmed me down and I was able to lie on the lounge chair and enjoy the wonderful south Florida sun. I must have fallen asleep because I had a vision of Karly stroking my cock and fondling my balls with her other hand. Then I realized that it was not simply my imagination, someone was stroking my cock and balls. I opened my eyes slightly, squinting in the sun to see Mark applying more sunscreen to his hands and then returning to my cock, stroking it back to fully erect.

“Oh, hey man. So, you were flagging a bit there and I thought I’d help you out, you know, reapplying sunscreen, keeping the shadows at bay.” Mark offered, acting as though this was a perfectly normal activity for one guy to do to another guy, as though he’d expect me to do the same.

“No, man, that’s cool. I understand, thanks.” I noticed that even during his explanation and my response, he never stopped massaging the lotion into the skin of my cock and ball sack. My initial shock passed, I laid back and reveled in the feeling of my hard cock being stroked. All at once, Mark released my now throbbing hard-on and returned to his lounge chair. “All set,” he concluded.

About 10 minutes later I was startled awake again by the sound of the sliding glass door opening and I looked up to see Mark’s sister Marissa come bounding onto the patio. I leap up out of my chair to scramble for the nearest towel to cover myself when I heard Marissa laughing.

“Don’t break a leg or anything, Robby” I hated it when she called my Robby as it made me feel like a little kid. Despite the fact that she was 21 and a senior in college she still lived a home to reduce her college expenses, it didn’t occur to me that she’d show up today. I looked over at Mark and noticed that he had not moved a muscle but only laughed a bit along with Marissa at my desperation to cover myself.

“How’s it goin’, eh? Don’t pay no attention to the Yankee over there, he’s still living in the Victorian era.” I was shocked at Mark’s nonchalant attitude towards his sister walking in on us, nude and with our cocks standing at full attention.

“Oh, that explains it,” Marissa replied, glancing my direction and giving me a slight wink, “mind if I join you?” With that she slipped off the short, terry cloth robe she was wearing to reveal that she too had an all-over tan. I stared openly as she began the same slathering ritual with the tanning lotion as Mark had remarking silently that perfection must run in the family. Marissa was about 5′ 6″ and couldn’t have weighed more than 115 pounds. Her long brunette curls traced down over her shoulders ending at what can only be described as a spectacular pair of breasts. I was paying particular attention to her breasts, probably a 34C as Marissa herself was paying close attention to them with the tanning lotion. She continued down her flat belly to highlight another family proclivity, she also had shaved the hair from her gorgeous pussy. Parting her legs slightly as if reading my mind, she worked the lotion into her thighs and down to her calves. I glanced at Mark to make sure he hadn’t caught me ogling his sister when I noticed he too was taking in the display of pure femininity Marissa was putting on. Marissa then parked herself on the lounge right next to Mark. Both closed their eyes and continued to bask in the late afternoon sun.

I carefully picked my way back to my lounge and managed to steel myself back into a recumbent position, my cock still hard as a rock from the events that had just taken place. Moments later I heard something that would once again unnerve me.

“You’re flagging a bit, baby brother.” Marissa whispered as she reached for the tanning lotion. She applied a liberal amount to the palm of her hand, rubbed her hands together and reached out for Mark’s cock which had deflated a bit. She gingerly began massaging the lotion canlı bahis siteleri into Mark’s skin starting at the base of his cock stroking gently upwards. My heart pounded in my chest and my cock throbbed as I watched on of the most beautiful women I had ever seen casually stroke the cock of one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen back to full tumescence.

Mark let out a quiet moan and leaned back. “Thanks, sis. You’re the best.” His tone of voice carried the implication to my ears that this was certainly not the first time Marissa had helped her bother out while tanning. Marissa seemed lost in the rhythm of her stroking and a slight smile crept across her lips. This was almost more than I could take.

“Excuse me, I’d better leave.” I was comfortable enough to simply stand and walk towards my swim shorts without grabbing my towel. I slid my shorts up over my painfully erect cock not really caring about the huge tent it was making. I stepped into my flip-flops and grabbed my shirt and backpack and headed for the door.

“Wait, buddy.” I could hear Mark standing up and walking towards me so I turned just inside the door leading to the kitchen. “What happened back there, eh? Oh wait, I know. Listen, you need to get over this hang up you have about sex.”

“It’s not that…..it’s….” I couldn’t muster up the words.

“I know,” Mark continued, “you’re freaked out about all the touching, it’s no big deal.”

“No, it’s not that either…. I…”

“Oh, it’s cause she’s my sister, you’re hung up about that. It’s not like we were doing it, right.”

I glanced out the patio door to see Marissa sitting quietly on the lounge chair looking in a Mark and me talking in the kitchen. “No, that’s just it….. it’s…..” I faltered again.

“What is it then?” Mark pleaded.

My voice came out in a breathy whisper, “That was so fucking hot!” I pointed down to my uncomfortably confined cock. “I gotta take care of this,” I hissed.

Slowly, a faint smile crept across Mark’s lips and grew larger as he put his hand on my shoulder. “C’mon, we’ll take care if it for you.” I trembled as Mark slowly led me back to the patio where Marissa was waiting, still nude, her tan skin glistening in the sun. Taking a visual cue from Mark she inched forward in her seat to reach up and catch the waistband of may shorts and pull them gently down over my swollen cock.

“I know just the thing for this.” Marissa purred, “Sit down and lie back.” I did as I was told as Marissa stood, walked around my lounge chair and grabbed the tanning lotion. She sat on the outstretched leg rest of the lounge chair facing me. Mark stayed standing next to the chair so we were both facing Marissa, me sitting and him standing. Marissa squeezed the lotion onto her hand putting more there than she had any other time. She transferred some to her other hand and with deliberate slowness, reached not only for my cock with her left hand but her brothers still throbbing member with her right and gently began jacking us both off.

A very audible moan escaped both my and Mark’s lips as Marissa expertly stroked our cocks. My eyes were glued to her delicate hand as it slid all over Mark’s amazing manhood, scarcely aware of the magic her other hand was doing to my own. My mouth hung open as she gripped the shaft of his cock and pulled slowly up to the bulbous purple head, allowing her palm to stroke his sensitive organ. Mark sighed and closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation.

I screwed up my courage to repay Mark for the brief stroking he provided me and reached my hand up to gently cup his heavy ball sack. Using the lubrication from the lotion my hand slid easily over the clean-shaven scrotum. Feeling bolder now, I reached up to wrap my hand around the thick shaft of Mark’s cock. Marissa made a small cooing sound and removed her hand allowing me full access to Mark’s beautiful member.

I had jacked my own cock often enough to know what felt good and what felt really good and I did my best to give Mark the best handjob he’s ever had. It seemed that Marissa was intent on doing the same to me. Mark must have noticed the difference in styles as he opened his eyes to see me mesmerized by my own actions. Mark raised his right hand to stroke Marissa’s long brunette hair and let his hand run lingeringly down her shoulder.

Mark abruptly sat down hard on the table holding the tanning lotions. I was thankful for the position change as reaching up for his cock was beginning to take its toll on my shoulder. Mark scooted his perfect ass to the edge of the table giving me full access to his shaft and balls. I turned slightly onto my side and brought both hands to Mark’s manhood, cupping and fondling his balls with one and stroking his cock with the other while Marissa performed the same technique on me. Marissa let out a little sigh.

“What about me?”

Mark smiled and shifted himself forward to reach out for his dazzling sister gently cupping her breasts in his hands. He massaged her breasts and pulled slightly on her beautiful hard nipples causing her to moan deeply. Marissa shifted in her seat to spread her legs and Mark, needing no further encouragement, reached down her smooth belly across her shaved pussy and slid a finger down her warm, wet slit.

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Anna is around 50 give or take a few years. A strong independent woman.

Works hard, eats healthy and tries to keep fit. She walks a lot and visits the local gym regularly. She lives with her son and daughter. My brother in law and one of my sister in laws. But the sister in law is a story for another time. This one is about Anna. My mature mother in law.

Anna stands around 5’3, brown eyes, shoulder length hair grey if not dyed dark brown when it is. Slim on top hardly any chub besides her breasts. And those breasts are B cups at best. Her hips and bum are what draws the eyes. Wide and big. No matter her dieting or working out they stay the same. Trust me I check all the time.

My wife and I had moved to a new city with our two small children. So naturally we needed a place to stay for a few weeks so her mother took our family in. She was excited to have the grandkids in the house. Not so much me and my wife. But I hoped that would change because I was thrilled. I could check her out more than usual.

Our first night we got the kids to bed nice and early around 9:30pm. The kids and my wife got my brother in laws room. I got the basement. But on my way down the television in the living room caught my eye. So I sat on the couch watching spongbob. Hoping my wife would be coming down for a quickie.

It was a long illegal bahis day with all the moving and needed some relief. That’s when I heard the front door being unlocked. My mother in law was back from the gym. I hoped to get a peek of her in her leggings or jogging pants.

As she opened the door I looked in her direction. But it was dark jeans. Still hugging her big bum though. She must have changed at the gym.

“Oh hello.” She says to me.

“Hi, hows it going?” I respond.

“I’m tired and hungry, did you guys eat?” She asks.

So many horny, male answers flashed through my mind.

“We had some salmon sandwiches. We all ate”.

The thought of fish made me imagine what she smells like between her thick legs.

My wife came downstairs to the living room when she heard the door opening. I smiled at her and I think she seen it in my eyes the relief I needed. They walked into the kitchen. I watched tv for a bit before joining them.

When I walked in anna was at the counter cutting an apple. My wife was in a chair at the end of the table facing the counter. I sat beside her so I could enjoy the view.

Her jeans were tight. No panty line which meant thong or maybe she was going commando. I was careful not to get caught looking. For now my wife had no idea the things I wanted to do illegal bahis siteleri to her mother.

After some banter and small talk I decided I was going to make my bed. I made my way to the basement making sure I closed the door behind me. I found the bed it was by the back wall beside the computer desk. Washer and dryer to the right of that. On top the washer was a hamper.

I thought maybe it was holding her underwear. I wanted to check but I heard footsteps upstairs. I would have to check later after everyone was asleep.

The basement door opened slowly. It was someone that wanted to stay quiet. I waited in bed for whomever it was. I see the naked feet coming downstairs.

From the toes up to the knee it could have been Anna or my wife.

As she came further down the stairs I seen that it was my wife. Wearing short grey leggings and a long white shirt.

“We have to be quiet” She says quietly.

I have no words. Visions of her mother’s big bum flash through my mind. I lift the blankets for her and she climbs into bed.

Already we notice how squeaky the bed is going to be.

We try keep quiet. We kiss. Her tongue reaches out for mine. My arm reaches under her head. My other hand grabs her hip and moves toward her bum. I squeeze it once and move my hand up to put my hand into the canlı bahis siteleri back of her leggings. She’s wearing a cotton panty.

I leave my hand over it and pull her leggings down. She moves so I can take them off. But I leave her panty on.

I begin to undo my belt and take my pants off. She grabs onto my penis as soon as she has room to. I wasn’t the only one that needed relief.

She feels how hard and throbbing it is.

I kiss her harder and move my hand between her legs. I move her panty aside and feel her wetness. The bed is squeaky so I get on top. I need to be inside her now.

I hold her panty to the side and slide my penis inside slowly so we don’t bounce the bed. But for her it’s unbearable. She wants to be pounded hard. She wants to cum.

I pull my penis out and push the blanket to the floor. I lay down and she gets on top. She pulls her panty to the side and slides me in. She’s ready to cum I can feel it.

She’s so wet and she feels so good. I can’t hold it anymore. She moves her hips back and forth. She wants to scream. I want her to. But she needs to keep quiet and that makes her cum even harder.

I feel her pulsating around my penis and I cant stop. I need to cum and with a few more thrusts from her hips I explode into her.

My toes curl and I feel that wave all over my body. She kisses me and I hold her. I pull out and can feel how wet my penis is. Her panty will catch the rest.

I came so much knowing that my mother in law was just 2 floors up, and maybe, just maybe she knew what was going on.

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They had been home for almost a week when there was a knock on the door. Alex was at home alone and answered it.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“We would like to speak to Mamas and Papas,” the youngest said.

“Come in,” Alex said, assuming they were family that he didn’t know. He had them sit in the living room and offered them something to drink. His mother walked in a moment later.

“Mom, they’re here to see Mamas and Papas.”

Aphrodite, not knowing who they were, introduced herself and Alex, but made no mention of Mamas or Papas. The women introduced themselves with only the younger two speaking.

There were three of them and had come from Greece, specifically Sparmos, Greece. It was a village just south of Mt. Olympus, with a permanent population of about a hundred and fifty people. The youngest was Adara, she was twenty-three. Next was her mother, Elena, who was fifty. And the third was Lydia, age eighty, and the mother of Elena. All three were beautiful and the two older women looked much younger than their stated ages. Lydia spoke no English.

“How can I help you?” Aphrodite asked.

“We seek Mamas and Papas,” Adara replied.

“Why do you seek them?”

Elena turned to her mother and spoke in Greek. The woman spoke back to her.

“My mother asked me to tell you that Gaia has sent us so that Papas could… I’m sorry, I don’t know the proper word,” Elena said.

“Impregnate. I would like Papas to impregnate me,” Adara said.

“Are you followers of Gaia?” Aphrodite asked.

“Most of our family came to America some years ago, but some of us stayed behind. There are few of us left in our family, but we continue the old traditions of Gaia. I am Mamas in our group. My mother was Mamas before me. We have no man that can be Papas and unless Adara can bear a son by your Papas, our line will end with us. That is why Gaia came to my mother and sent us here.”

“You have no men?” Alex asked.

“My father, who was Papas, was killed when I was sixteen,” Adara replied.

“Gaia, told my mother that your Papas would provide the seed of Gaia to continue our family,” her mother added.

Aphrodite looked at Alex and then back to the women. “I am Mamas. My son, and husband here is Papas,” she said taking Alex’ hand.

The women looked at Alex. The older woman spoke in Greek to her daughter. “My mother said that Gaia told her that we must each taste his seed, so we would know he is truly the one,” Elena said.

Aphrodite looked at Alex. “Would you be willing to do that, Alex?”

“You think they’re who they say they are?”

Aphrodite chuckled. “Well, let’s see. Three women travel six-thousand miles, with an elaborate story, to give a teenage boy a blowjob, then one of them wants him to get her pregnant. I suspect it’s a communist plot to take over the world. Yes, Alex. I think they’re legit.”

Alex and the younger woman laughed. When Adara translated what Aphrodite had said to the other two women, they laughed too.

“I’m fine with it, then,” Alex replied.

Elena spoke, “Since we will each need to sample you, we can do that on three separate days to allow you to rest.”

“You don’t have to do that. I can go as many times as you need right now,” Alex told her.

“One after the other?” Adara asked.

“Yes, I don’t need recovery time.”

Adara spoke to her grandmother in Greek. She smiled and answered her. “My grandmother would like to go first, but I’m afraid she doubts your ability. She thinks you are boasting.”

The older woman motioned for Alex to come to her. When he neared, she reached out to unfasten his shorts and pulled them and his underwear down. Alex stepped out of them. She smiled as she took his already hard cock in her hand and spoke to her daughter.

“My grandmother is impressed with your penis. She has not seen or handled one in a long time and wants to know if she can take her time,” Adara asked.

“That’s fine. Does she want to do it like this?” Alex replied.

Adara spoke to her grandmother again. The woman answered. “Here is fine with her.”

There was pre-cum on the tip. Aphrodite stepped over and touched her finger to it, then offered some to the older woman. After licking it off she smiled, then a few seconds later, she grinned and spoke. The woman collected more and offered it to her daughter and granddaughter. About thirty seconds later, all three women were grinning.

“It has made us horny; I believe is the term,” Adara said.

“Wait until you taste the cum,” Aphrodite said, smiling.

Adara spoke to her grandmother again. Both her mother and grandmother’s brows raised. Lydia cupped his balls and licked his shaft several times before taking him into her mouth. Elena spoke to her daughter several times as they watched. Each time, Adara nodded in response. Adara looked up at Alex.

“I have never done this. My mother is pointing out what to do,” Adara said.

“Are you a virgin?” Aphrodite asked.

“This is the first adult penis I have ever seen. Does the liquid always make a woman horny?”

“When illegal bahis it comes from Alex it does. His semen triggers orgasm.”

“I am familiar with orgasm.”

Adara’s eyes never left what her grandmother was doing. Alex was enjoying it. Ariana, Demi, and Alexandra walked in the front door, and when they saw what was going on, they sat on the floor to watch. Aphrodite made introductions to everyone, as Lydia continued her task.

“Mom, does she know what’s going to happen?” Demi asked.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think so,” Aphrodite replied.

“She knows he will ejaculate. She’s done this before,” Elena replied.

“That wasn’t what I meant. Does she know that when he does it will make her orgasm?” Demi asked.

Elena chuckled. “I don’t believe that is quite how it works.”

A few minutes later, Alex came into Lydia’s mouth. Just seconds later, Lydia came. All three women seemed shocked. When Lydia caught her breath, she spoke to her daughter. Elena looked at Alex.

“Does that always happen?”

“Every time. Are you ready?” he asked Elena.

“Yes. I’m ready,” she replied.

Elena wasn’t interested in taking her time. She seemed goal oriented and worked at making Alex cum. Lydia was lying back on the couch with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. There was a drop of cum still on her lip. Alexandra stepped forward and wiped it off with her finger. Then offered it to her. Lydia licked it off her finger then came again a few seconds later. Her granddaughter was grinning.

“Does it always do that?” Adara asked.

“Every time,” Demi said, smiling. “Get a taste from your mom. All it takes is a tiny bit.”

“I will try.”

Alex came a moment later. Some leaked from the corner of Elena’s mouth. Adara got it on her finger and just before she touched it to her tongue her mother came, very loudly, and shouting words in Greek. She collapsed back on the couch. Adara touched her finger to her tongue. After about ten seconds she turned to Demi and shrugged. Demi grinned. A few seconds later it hit Adara. Both hands on her crotch and humped over squirming.

“I told you,” Demi said, grinning.

In a moment, Adara sat back up, grinning. “That was very pleasant.” She looked at Alex. “Can you do it another time?”

“I’m ready whenever you are,” he replied, stepping in front of her.

She lifted his cock in the palm of her hand. “It is heavier than I imagined.”

She touched her tongue to the tip tentatively then looked at Alex. He nodded and she took the head into her mouth. Using more of the slow easy approach her grandmother had used, she took him in further, using only her mouth. Adara put her hands on his hips and moved him in and out of her mouth. She slowly accepted more with continued strokes.

“Adara, be careful with your teeth. They scrape it,” Alex told her.

She pulled off and looked at his cock. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. This is your first time.”

She returned to what she was doing. It took her about ten minutes to get her reward. When he came, she wasn’t expecting the volume and some of it leaked out the corners of her mouth as she began to cum. Her mother leaned over and licked some of it off and came about the time Adara began to come down.

“I like that very much. May I take a liter or two back to Greece with me?” Adara asked, jokingly.

Alex turned to pick up his clothes, put them on, and returned to his chair. Lydia spoke to her daughter.

“My mother agrees that you are the one. Will you help us, Papas?” Elena asked.

“When do you want to do it?” Alex asked.

“I should ovulate in the next two or three days. That would be the ideal time,” Adara replied.

“Where are you staying?” Aphrodite asked.

“We have a hotel not far from here and have flight reservations to return home on Wednesday.”

“Is this the first time you’ve been to the states?” Ariana asked.

“Yes, this is my first visit.”

“Guys, we need to take Adara out on the town tonight,” Ariana said.

“What is on the town?” Elena asked.

“Dancing, clubs, music, dri…” she began. “Seeing the sites.”

Adara and her mother spoke for a few minutes in Greek. Adara looked back at Ariana and smiled. “What should I wear?”

“We aren’t going out for guys. So, what you’re wearing now is perfect.”

“Elena, would you and your mother care to meet some of your relatives? There are several that live not far from here. My father, Adonis was a small child when he came from Greece. Your mother may remember him.”

Elena and her mother spoke. “Was his father Hector, the Papas?”

“Yes, he was.”

“Hector was also my father. We would love to meet them.”

After talking things over, arrangements were made for Adara to spend the night at the house. Aphrodite would be taking the others to her parents’ house that evening and a get together with more family on Saturday. They would pick-up a fertility test tonight, and plan on the fertilization based on the test results.

Midafternoon Aphrodite and the two older women left for her parent’s illegal bahis siteleri home. Several of the other relatives would be meeting them there. Lydia did remember meeting a few of the older people and had a good time catching up with them. Adonis and Phoebe invited the women to stay with them beginning the following day. They had already unpacked at the hotel and both were tired from the trip. Xander met them at his in-laws’ home and hit it off with Elena. He spent the night with her at the hotel.

At about seven the five young people headed for the clubs near the college campus. Alex was elected to be the designated driver for the group. Adara loved it all, but with the jet lag she wore out quickly. They were back at the house by midnight. Aphrodite was already at home, and asleep by the time they returned.

Adara and Demi shared a bed that night. Alexandra and Ariana shared another and enjoyed each other before falling asleep.

Since Adara was used to a much earlier time she was up long before the others. Aphrodite joined her in the kitchen.

“Mamas, do the women in your family share each other?” she asked.

“Most of us do. How about in your village?”

“There are few in my family, and even fewer men. Since they are hoping that I will someday become Mamas they have kept me away from the men. Women are all I know. Yesterday was my only experience with a man.”

“Alex and his father are my only two men. I’ve been with most of the women in the family.”

“You are incredibly beautiful. If you weren’t Mamas, I would ask to be with you.”

“What does being Mamas have to do with it?” Aphrodite asked.

“You belong to Papas.”

“And he belongs to me, but I have the freedom to be with any woman I desire. I’d love to be with you.”

Aphrodite stepped to her and took her hand, then walked her to the bedroom. Alex was on the far side of the bed, still asleep. Adara was wearing one of the girl’s nightgowns and Aphrodite slipped it off over her head, then removed her own. Laying her back onto the bed, they kissed and began exploring each other. As Aphrodite kissed, nibbled, and licked her way down the young woman’s body, Adara melted. She watched Aphrodite’s every move. Although she had been with a few women before, she had never experienced the attention and tenderness she was feeling from Aphrodite.

“Oh, Mamas,” Adara whispered, as Aphrodite’s lips touched her labia.

Reflexively, her legs parted even further. Aphrodite began kissing and licking the insides of her thighs, just hard enough to tease and send wave after wave of sensual delight throughout her body. Aphrodite flattened her tongue and drew it over Adara’s swollen clit. She moaned loudly and her hips rose hoping to prolong the sensation. The moan woke Alex and he quietly turned and watched them. His mother winked at him, then drew her tongue between the lengths of the labia.

“Ah, ah, ahhh Mamas!” she cried, as the spasms of her orgasm racked her body. Adara’s hips rose and her legs clamped on Aphrodite’s head, holding her in place over her soaked pussy. She rocked her pelvis for what seemed to be minutes before falling back on the bed in a state of bliss, and relaxing.

“That was beautiful, Mom,” Alex said softly.

She looked up and smiled at him, her face, still covered in Adara’s juices. Adara laid there for several minutes before moving. She reached down and pulled gently on Aphrodite’s head, signaling her to come up to her. Aphrodite moved up and their lips met, and tongues explored each other’s mouths.

“Now you,” Adara said, pushing Aphrodite onto her side and turning with her. Alex got out of the bed to give them more room. She repeated what Aphrodite had done to her. She worshipped her body as she explored. Every touch, every kiss, every nip, and nibble, had purpose; and each brought greater and greater excitement with it. ‘This is making love,’ Adara thought. She used her tongue to completely explore Aphrodite’s pussy, and came to understand what made her lover sigh and moan. When Aphrodite came, it was massive. Her breathing was deep and rapid. Her body spasmed and convulsed in wave after wave of passion. Aphrodite and Adara became one, just for a moment, and both felt it. Afterward, they laid in each other’s embrace for a long time. Neither spoke, there was nothing that needed to be said that hadn’t already been spoken in their lovemaking. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Alex left the bedroom. He knew that what he had just witnessed was something magical, something pure. He had seen an emotion. Alex had seen love between his mother and this young woman, a special type of bonding. He thought about how making love to his mother the first time had been like that. Although there were many sex acts in his life, there was little making love, as it had been before. He realized, that needed to change, and that he could and would change it. There would still be sex, but there would also be lovemaking.

Alex went out on the back porch to think. His mother joined him with two cups of coffee a short time later.

“Thanks canlı bahis siteleri for the lesson this morning, Mom.”

“Lesson?”

He smiled at her. “Yes, lesson. You tried to show me last week with Astrae, but I didn’t realize it.”

“Remember your first job?”

“That God forsaken burger joint; how could I forget?”

“When you first started, you were so enthusiastic about making amazing burgers, feeding people, and providing customer service that would be unparalleled.”

“Yeah, but that went out the window pretty quick.”

“Yes, it did. Why, Alex?”

“Mom, the potential for those things was there. It still is, but no one, not even management, gave a rats behind.”

“What it you had been management, instead of the burger jerker, as you called it?”

“I’d have made the place special, but I was just the burger jerk. They even called me that.”

“Within the family, you’re management now. You, Ariana, and I share that leadership role. We have traditions that we follow that have the potential to be awesome, but they aren’t. Take the virginity ceremony as an example. We ask the woman a few questions to confirm that’s what she wants, her parents generally get her ready, then you stick your dick in her in front of the whole family. Her parents use a cloth to wipe up the blood, present it to the family, then they give the cloth to the girl to keep as a memento. I still have mine. Losing your virginity to Papas is an honor. But what are we missing?” What could the ceremony be that would make it more meaningful?”

“Mom, when we did Astrae, it was special. I had the chance to get to know her beforehand. Danae, not so much. To me, what we did with Astrae meant something. There was feeling in it, a special bond. Even at that, it should have been more. A woman can only give up her virginity once. It should have been really special. It should have been more loving, like you and Adara were this morning. It should be something she’ll look back on and smile when she remembers it. As it stands now, she’ll remember it about as much as the first time someone checked the oil in her car.”

“She’ll remember it a bit better than that, but I agree. How can we make it special? Think about that for a while. Think about what other traditions we have. How, without actually changing the traditions, could we improve them? How can our roles as Papas and Mamas be more loving? How can we better serve the family?”

“A lot of what we do is cum collection. Don’t get me wrong, I love having all those mouths and pussies on my dick, but it should be more than that, Mom. It should be a sharing process, more loving, maybe.”

“I agree with that too. By the way, you were correct about the book and how you gave the semen to the lesbian couple. You have my full blessing to do it that way if it comes up again. When your father became Papas, he wanted to make changes, like you and I are talking about this morning. He and I had this same talk. He never followed through with it. Sex became work for him. Work that he loves, I might add. At ceremonies, he saw himself as nothing more than a cum source. When he wasn’t officiating at a ceremony, he became the oil checking guy, putting his dipstick in as many places as possible. He’s still that way. That’s why he’s gone so often. It has nothing to do with being Papas.”

“Does that bother you, Mom?”

“No, it doesn’t. I have plenty of fun time with you and the ladies too. I love your father, and he loves me. If having sex with someone different every night is what he wants, I’m fine with that. My father was the same way when he was Papas.”

“That’s fine in his personal life, but with the family, shouldn’t it be about quality rather than quantity?”

“Alex, you’re going to be an amazing Papas if you can hold on to that concept and make it a reality. I’ll warn you, with fifty women wanting your cum, it’s going to be hard to keep that goal in mind. Another thing, if you give a product away, it loses much of its value. It cheapens it. If you earn the product it increases the value.”

“So, don’t give my cum as gifts for birthdays and Christmas?” Alex asked, smiling.

His mother chuckled. “Let us collect it ourselves. The cup last weekend that Ariana shared was fun for everyone, but let’s not make that a habit. Don’t be stingy with it either. Find a happy medium. Think on what we’ve talked about this morning. I’m going to go take a shower.”

Aphrodite kissed her son and went back inside. It wasn’t long until Adara came out and joined him.

“Good morning, Papas.”

“Good morning. Any chance you could call me Alex? Papas is kinda formal.”

“My grandmother said I should be formal with you and Mamas.”

“If we were at a ceremony or something, probably so. While we’re here at the house, I think we’d both rather go by our real names.”

“I will do that. If you prefer it.”

“I prefer it. Thanks. That was beautiful with my mom this morning.”

“Yes, it was much different than what we do in my village.”

“What’s different, Adara?”

“Everything is more rushed. It seems the goal is to experience orgasm. With your mother, that was the end result also, but getting there seemed to be the important part. It was extremely pleasurable. I tried to do what she did. I believe she enjoyed it as well.”

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