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***BUZZ***BUZZ***

David sighed as he glanced at the message that popped up on his screen.

‘Parents out. Free house. Cum soon. Becky xxx’

He lethargically grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy fucking Becky, the 19-year-old certainly had her perks, he just found it was becoming more of a chore. Sex with her was more like scratching an itch. The initial spark was gone, not that it burned brightly to begin with, and things were just routine – not something you want with a fuck buddy.

Becky’s pert C-cup breasts jiggled freely as David jerked his hips up to meet hers. She ran her hands through her long hair as she urged him on to his ending. Grunting deeply, David shot his load in her and had to practically lift the wilting woman from him as his large cock slid out of her. He started to put his clothes on and she grumbled as he left her embrace.

“Why do you have to go so soon?” She moaned.

“I’ve got a thing, y’know?” He replied.

She looked at him inquisitively. “You’re always so busy! Are you free on Saturday?”

“Why?”

“It’s Sarah’s birthday. We’re going into the city to go clubbing and I thought you could meet them.”

David raised an eyebrow. What was she trying to do? She knew this was a casual thing. “Why would I do that?”

Becky stumbled. “I just… well… thought it would be nice for you to finally meet my friends.”

David had no intention of going clubbing with a group of people over ten years his junior. This friend with benefits was barely a friend and the benefits were beginning to look bleak.

“Look, I really don’t…” He stopped and looked at Becky. Her big, puppy-dog eyes looked back at him. She was a sweet girl really and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. “It’s not a good idea. We’re not in a serious relationship – it’s just sex, right? I don’t want to make things complicated.”

“I just wanted -“

“No.”

“Oh.” Becky turned away and lowered her chin. David felt a twist in his stomach but headed to the door feeling helpless.

“I’ll see you round, yeah?” he said, trying to sound as positive as he could.

“Sure, whatever.”

He closed the door behind him and left swiftly. The conversation replayed in his head a hundred times on his way home but he couldn’t imagine a way that it would have ended without hurting the girl. David didn’t want to stop seeing Becky. He enjoyed the teen’s body, her long, wavy blonde hair, her perky breasts and her tight, shaved pussy. She was the kind of girl that he would have craved and lusted after when he was a teenager. But he wasn’t a teenager anymore. Her neediness grew tiresome and she had a shyness that, although cute to begin with, was less sexy every time he saw her. He would complement everything about her, but when he mentioned that a new dress she bought didn’t quite fit right, she was aghast and returned it immediately. When she pressured him and he finally admitted that she wasn’t the person who gave him the best blow jobs, she was beside herself and it confused David. He had never said he didn’t enjoy them. He never turned them down. He never had trouble reaching an orgasm from them. But Becky wouldn’t hear any of it. The youngster did not have and self-assuredness and lacked confidence, despite her clear beauty.

As he approached his flat, David stopped, called a cab and decided to go for a drink instead. The pub was not as crowded as he expected for a Friday night, but the tables and booths were full with rowdy youngsters and couples eyeing each other up so he propped up the bar and ordered a drink. He took a sip and turned to look over the lively room. As he turned back round, he froze at the sound of a familiar voice.

“Hello David.”

He looked at the woman in front of him. Shoulder-length, dark-blonde hair; bright, sparkling blue eyes. A few more wrinkles around her face than he remembered but a smile which still shone through. A figure-hugging dress slid over a slim body and fought to hold in a pair of large breasts. The same dress ran down to her knees.

“Hilary.”

“I’m glad you remembered my name,” she said, only half joking, “It’s been a while.”

“Ten years.” David quickly replied.

Hilary glanced down and smiled. Was he supposed to shake her hand? Hug her? Fuck her right there on the bar? Probably not that last one. He settled for an awkward kiss on the cheek.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He offered.

“Oh, Gary just bought a round.”

David glanced over at Hilary’s husband.

The married woman asked eagerly, “Would you like to join us? I’d love to catch up.”

David was hesitant, “Would your husband mind?”

Hilary mersin escort gave him a knowing smile as she said, “He’d be fine with it.”

David walked behind Hilary and couldn’t help but admire the round arse being held in her tight, black dress. He was sure it was larger than he remembered, which made it all the more appealing.

“Gary, look who I found at the bar!”

“Well, hello David, long-time-no-see!” said Hilary’s husband.

“It’s good to see you Gary.” As David shook the man’s limp hand, he remembered why Hilary had looked elsewhere for her sexual pleasure all those years ago.

The three of them spoke for a while about what they were up to and all the news they had missed over the last decade. Gary had been promoted to head of the company and was making a lot more money. He and Hilary were able to purchase a house in a much nicer part of town which is why David had not seen them in so long. David told them about the progress he was making in his career and showed them a few pictures of his own flat. The conversation was perfectly normal and uneventful and they lost track of time until the bell rang for last orders.

“Oh, is it time to go already? What a shame!” Hilary said, seemingly upset.

David grabbed his phone, “I better call a cab.”

“We can give you a lift. Or why don’t you come to ours for one more drink?” Hilary blurted out.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. That would be fine, wouldn’t it, Gary?” Hilary said. David wasn’t sure, but he could sense a hint of desperation in Hilary’s voice. Did she want to have sex with David? It had been such a long time. Was he being crazy?

“Of course, my love. That would be fine.” Gary seemed to take the hint and was happy to go along with whatever his wife wanted. There was a definite tension in the air now as if the three of them knew what was going to happen next but couldn’t say it out loud. David thought he knew what Hilary wanted but he didn’t want to make a fool of himself or step out of line. He had to arrange himself as the married couple stood up and walked towards the door. It was an awkward journey to Mr and Mrs Johnston’s house and as David sat silently in the back of the car he wondered what he was doing with himself. But as he looked up at Hilary in the rear-view mirror she shot him a smile and a wink which removed all doubt in his mind. This woman wanted to fuck. David could feel a twitch in his trousers and was getting stiff. He had been aroused from the moment he saw Hilary in the bar but told himself to ignore all of the devilish thoughts that sprang into his mind. There was no question now.

At the front door, Gary fumbled with his keys and David reached out to silently place a hand on Hilary’s bum. She looked round and grinned devilishly at him. As soon as the door closed behind them it was as if a switch had been flicked. David practically leapt at Hilary and held her against the wall, their mouths open, tongues exploring. Gary mumbled something about letting them get reacquainted and left them alone but they could barely hear him over the moans escaping their lips. David was grinding against Hilary’s crotch and she instinctively raised her dress as he battled with his clothing to release his aching cock. They both wanted – needed – the same thing and Hilary had barely hiked up her dress before David was pulling aside her underwear and thrusting himself inside of her. The two lovers froze as they both let out a deep moan of pure pleasure. Ten years. It had been ten years since either of them had touched each other and they were making up for it now.

David’s cock slid into Hilary’s wet pussy like a cold hand in a warm glove. They did not remain still for long. David thrust himself in and out like a man possessed while Hilary locked her legs around his hips, as if she was sure he’d fall out. She needn’t have worried. He was going nowhere. There was nowhere he’d rather be than fucking this woman against the wall. The electricity between the two of them as they mated was captivating. He pounded at her so hard she thought she was going to pass out through the pleasure before she felt a familiar spark inside of her. The spark grew larger as it spread through her body. It was her first orgasm in longer than she could remember and she moaned breathlessly in David’s ear as he approached his own. Her mouth widened and her eyes rolled up as she shook around him. David felt a familiar tightening in his balls before unleashing a torrent of cum deep inside his lover. It was a fast and frantic few minutes which left both of them panting as they remained intertwined by the front door.

Hilary giggled into David’s neck as she realised the absurdity escort mersin of the situation. “It certainly has been a while!” she finally said. Before David could answer, she kissed him deeply and lowered herself to her knees. She grabbed his lengthy shaft and admired it before using her tongue to clean it. David squirmed as he tongue flicked and licked his sensitive head and he was quickly reminded of her ferocious sexual appetite and oral skills.

“Mmmm, we taste amazing!” she said slyly between mouthfuls. “Would you like to go upstairs?”

“Y-y-yes,” David stammered. “Like you wouldn’t believe!” Hilary giggled again and rose to her feet, leading David up the large staircase. David followed intently, staring at the large bum and glistening pussy as Hilary’s hips shook from left to right. He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and took a cheek in each hand. He parted them softly and slid a finger over the woman’s lips. It was Hilary’s turn to be reminded of David’s ferocious appetite. She instinctively leant forward as he reached out with his tongue to have a taste of something he’d been craving for so long. He inhaled deeply and was overcome by her sweet scent which only made him bury his tongue deeper and lap at her vagina with more intensity. Hilary reached out to hold onto a banister as the merciless oral assault on her pussy continued. Overcome with satisfaction, she slumped into the stairs as David moved stealthily up her body, kissing a trail as he did so. He nibbled in her ear and she melted as he said, “You’re right; we taste incredible.”

She led him to the bedroom and was pleasantly surprised to see him almost fully erect again.

“Get on the bed. Bend over.” He demanded. She didn’t need to be asked twice and was turned on by this commanding tone. Hilary parted her legs and raised her bottom slightly in preparation for what was to come. David leant forward and stuck his tongue out for one last taste before sliding his fully-erect cock back inside the waiting pussy. The lovers froze again, almost as if they had forgotten how good it felt to be locked together this way in the five minutes that had passed since they were last together. Desire took over and David fervently fucked Hilary as he grabbed a cheek in each hand. Hilary was in ecstasy again as she recoiled in delight at each thrust. With one hand, David grabbed a chunk of Hilary’s hair and pulled sharply. He raised the other hand and smacked Hilary’s right cheek with his open palm, making the married woman yelp in glee.

“Who does that pussy belong to?!” David demanded.

“You!” Hilary squealed in reply. “My pussy belongs to you!”

“Say my name! Call to me, slut!” David was virtually yelling now.

“David! David! DAVID!” Hilary called back with a rasping snarl.

Three more sharp slaps sent her over the edge as David felt her vaginal walls grip his shaft while another powerful orgasm rocketed through her body. He was surprised by his own overwhelming need to cum and couldn’t hold back. He descended on the older woman’s back and fucked her like an animal, grunting and moaning deeply in her ear. Hilary was in her own post-orgasmic bliss and the sounds of her younger lover reaching his climax inside her was music to her ears. As he reached the point of no return, he bit down on her shoulder and released another seemingly endless flood of semen into her waiting womb.

Hilary whimpered as David’s long shaft flopped out of her cunt, letting gobs of cum slop out behind it. David apologised at the mess.

“Don’t worry, that’s Gary’s side of the bed anyway!” She chuckled. She called out to her husband who shuffled in the bedroom nervously with a slight bulge in his trousers.

“Did you have fun, dear?” he asked.

“Of course I did. It was just like old times.” Hilary smiled as she looked at David. “Would you like to stay the night?”

“I’d love to.” He responded quickly.

The two lovers moved to the spare bedroom, leaving Gary to clean up the mess in his own bed before sleeping alone.

It was late now and they both decided to sleep. David lay on the bed looking at Hilary in awe as she removed the rest of her clothing in front of him. She looked older than before, of that there was no doubt. Her large breasts sagged more, her stomach was not as toned and she had more wrinkles, however her confidence was arousing, it was sexy. Hilary knew she had a great body that men craved. She winked at David as she slid her naked body into bed. Hilary nuzzled herself into David’s arms and the young man was content as the smell of his lover wafted into his nose and helped him drift into a deep sleep. Hilary was still in post-orgasmic bliss and could only mersin escort bayan smile as she felt a nice cock resting between her bum cheeks.

The next morning, David awoke to the sweet sensation of an eager mouth devouring his erection. He’d forgotten how good it felt to be awoken with oral sex and he smiled down at Hilary as she worked his younger cock.

“Good morning beautiful.”

Hilary looked up and smiled. She mumbled something that sounded like a ‘good morning’ but her mouth was still busy. Eager to be inside her, and aware that he could not cum on demand like he could when they first met, David asked Hilary to let him return the favour. The older woman smiled and slid up his body, brushing her face, breasts, stomach and then pussy against his wide grin before perching herself onto his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and let his tongue flick around her clit. She smelt and tasted glorious. David had gone down on many women and generally enjoyed every one of them, but Hilary was something else. He lapped at her vagina fanatically as she grinded into his face. It didn’t take long before Hilary knuckles gripped the headboard so tightly they went white and she was grinding her hips roughly into David’s face. She moaned deeply and then slumped down over his chest, smiling contentedly.

“Good morning to you.” She finally said, the smile still plastered on her face. She kissed him deeply and their fingers entwined as she guided her leg over his. She looked down briefly and directed the thick cock between her legs before sliding down on it, the two of them moaning again at the pleasure they had given each other. They lay motionless for a while.

“I’ve missed this.” Hilary said, dreamily.

“Me too. I’m so glad I bumped into you yesterday.” David replied, before there was a knock at the door. Gary tentatively let himself in.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He inquired.

“It depends what you mean by ‘join’!” Hilary laughed.

“I just want to watch! It’s been a long time since I saw the two of you and I could only hear you last night. I won’t bother you.” The bulge in his trousers was not subtle and Hilary nodded her head before turning back to David. She raised her hips and Gary’s mouth dropped as the long, thick shaft almost slid out of his wife before she gradually slithered back down on it. She continued to lazily slide up and down the thick pole, building up a steady rhythm, while the two of them kissed passionately. David’s hands groped her extraordinary breasts as they hung down like udders, enjoying feeling the weight of them in his hands and pulling playfully on her erect nipples. David glanced across at Mr Johnston and could see him stroking his own cock, each stroke matching the pace of his wife’s hips. He turned his attention back to the man’s wife and moved his hands to her ample bottom.

Her urged Hilary to sit up as they both steadily increased their pace: Hilary’s breast’s bouncing mesmerizingly while David’s hips were thrusting harder and deeper. David was confident that he could keep this pace and not cum too soon. As much as he enjoyed the sex with Hilary last night, he had cum sooner than he wanted but he could chalk that up to the intensity of the night. Today was different. He was going to take his time with his lover. He was going to enjoy every second inside of her. Hilary flicked hair from her face and David could feel a familiar squeeze around his cock as Hilary approached her second orgasm of the morning. It wasn’t as intense as any from last night but Hilary clenched her eyes tightly and grabbed David’s hands as the pleasure swept across her body. Ever the expert, she didn’t miss a beat and kept the rhythm up, much to the pleasure of the younger man. In the chair in the corner, Gary was having an orgasm of his own and Hilary sniggered as his sperm dribbled pitifully from his less than average dick. David couldn’t help but laugh with her and was almost thankful for Gary’s shortcomings, as they were the reason he was balls-deep inside this wonderful woman.

To Gary, it seemed as though the two of them had been at it for ages before the passion grew. Hilary had increased her pace and David was forcing his cock in and out of her willing pussy. After a while but in no time at all, David moaned, “I’m going to…!” before he thrust up deep inside Hilary while she milked his cock. His veiny shaft throbbed and pulsated as wave after wave of thick sperm filled his lover to the brim. The feeling his thick cock bulging and filling her, mixed with David’s warm load inside her, filled Hilary with such sexual energy it was almost orgasmic. She slunk back down on his cock and lay on his chest, her head feeling his rapid breathing slow down as he relaxed after his orgasm. David ran his hands through Hilary’s hair like she was his pet. Again, they didn’t notice that Gary had left the room. They didn’t even care. The two of them were in their own bubble.

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CH.2 – TABOO

“Goddess of Sex?” I parroted back at the beauty standing before me. We were both completely naked and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

I didn’t believe in god’s. But then again, I looked around me at the completely whitewashed barren environment and realised I had absolutely no explanation for what was happening. Or perhaps that was just a failure of my imagination. With everything that happened to me over the last few days, I had started to question everything I thought I knew.

Before me was a beautiful naked women with deeply tanned skin unbroken by tan lines. She glowed a golden hue and her beauty took my breath away, literally. She smelled faintly like exotic spices, her vibrant emerald green eyes reflected her power and her long dark blond hair flowed past her firm round ass.

“Yes John. I am Aphrodite. Although in your world I went by many names. Freyja, Rati, Qetesh, Bastet and many others.”

I knew Aphrodite, that was Greek mythology. This beauty that was keeping me rock hard with her gleaming pussy and massive breasts was claiming to be a Greek god? She certainly gave the impression of power, but a Greek god?

“You’re trying to tell me you’re a Greek god?”

“Yes, and no. We inspired their ideas and beliefs, but they didn’t know us very well. The truth is a little different. You could say the Greek gods are based on us.”

I tried to process what she was saying but she continued speaking.

“We were human once. Living in a land we called Atlantia. I believe your Plato wrote about it once, not that he’d ever seen it, even then it was only a myth. We evolved a keen intellect far beyond other humans. And since we mostly kept to ourselves, speciation eventually occurred and we could no longer breed with humans. We discovered the scientific method far earlier than your species and advanced to a point where we started manipulating our own genetics. We became mostly immortal and so to control out population growth we made ourself infertile.

Unfortunately my brethren became jealous of each other. They began hording their power, killing each other for it. Only one of us can kill another, and so our population shrank through war with no way of increasing until the separation pact was made. I tried to reverse our infertility, but with everyone fighting each other my attempts were in vain.”

Aphrodite looked like she was lost in her own thoughts, my attention drifted down to her firm, large breasts.

“… and so the handful of us left each went our separate ways, creating our own splinter realms. You’ve just come from mine.” Her attention snapped back to me at this point, “The forces attempting to pull the realms back together keep events flowing in step with the alpha realm, I’m sure you’ve noticed the continued similarities between our realms.”

“That’s a lot to take in.” I said once I realised she was waiting for my response.

“Yes, Well I’ve been watching you for the last 4 days, I felt it only fair you know a little about myself. But now the history lesson is over.”

She paused and looked at me in a way that made me feel small and powerless, the effect enhanced by being on my knees.

“So I was in your world, eh, realm? Where am I now?” I asked. We stood in a completely white space, no ceiling or walls. All I could see beside myself and Aphrodite was pure white.

“This is… a simple way point I created to intercept you on your journey to yet another realm.”

“Another realm?”

She completely ignored my question. “You’re unique John. As unlikely as it is you have the beginnings of an ability to travel between realms. Perhaps given enough generations and some kind of selective pressure it could evolve into a stable, controllable ability. You don’t know how lucky you are to have stumbled into my creation and not that of any of my brethren.”

“Brethren?” I asked, my mind failing to keep up.

“Ares, Zeus, Athena, almost any of the others… worse of all, Hades.” she replied. “Most likely they would have assumed you to be a spy and killed you on the spot, thinking another amongst us had broken the pact of non-interference. Unlike my brothers and sisters, I don’t have a violent temperament so I studied you after your arrival and determined you were not a threat.”

A lump caught in my throat. If I wasn’t so lucky as to land in a sex world purely by chance I would have landed somewhere else and been killed for it.

She paused for a moment. Just as I was about to break the silence she continued. “I enjoyed your visit over the last few days John, and I know you did too. So I’m going to do you a favour. I will fix your current situation in your realm. It’s technically a violation of the pact, but the others won’t notice. If you like I can also alter your genetic sequence to stabilise this new ability and lock its coordinates to my realm and your own. You will then be able to travel back and forth at will without risk of arriving in some place you don’t belong and getting yourself killed.”

She mersin escort paused and broke her eye contact with me, her gaze dropping down to my erect penis which twitched at the sudden acknowledgement of it’s existence. I studied Aphrodite’s breasts for a moment and marvelled. Was I really looking at the breasts of a goddess? She was certainly a powerful being of some description. When she spoke again I was drawn back to her eyes.

“Do you accept?”

I thought on it for a few moments. What did I have to lose? What other options did I have? Getting killed the next time I passed out and landed somewhere I shouldn’t? “…Yes.” I finally choked out.

“I’ll send you back now. Enjoy my gift, use it however you wish. You will always be welcome in my realm. Now I’ll accept your payment.”

“Payment?” I asked.

“These things always require payment.” she said. Her voice was calm and soothing.

Aphrodite raised her arm and touched the tip of her index finger to my forehead. Suddenly my balls ached. An intense pleasure ripped through my cock and almost immediately I began to cum. My cock erupted and semen flew through the air, splattering itself over Aphrodite’s legs.

Her eyes closed and she arched her neck backwards in what appeared to be pleasure. I looked down and watched as a second spurt left my dick and struck her left leg. I continued to spew semen at the goddess for an incredible length of time. I must have shot at least 10 rounds. When my divine ejaculation was finally spent I just stared dumbfounded at her cum drenched legs.

I felt her finger leave my forehead and suddenly I was somewhere else. It took me a moment to get my bearings, then I found I was kneeling on the carpet in my apartment. I knew I was back in my own world, and sure enough a quick check of a photo on the wall revealed clothed subjects. It had been a long day so after checking everything was alright and the apartment was locked, I went directly to bed. I couldn’t sleep of course, but eventually after what must have been hours I did succumb to my exhaustion and slept the rest of the night and part of the next day.

The next day I spent all my time trying to sort my life out. I found that all my bills had been payed while my friends and family all thought I had been on holiday. Nobody even had a clue that I had vanished from the Earth for 4 days. My bank account was no longer empty, but had enough balance that I could survive for quite a while. Aphrodite had been quite generous.

Once I finally had everything sorted out late that evening, I tried to go back to the other side, Aphrodite’s realm. I had no idea how it worked, so I just closed my eyes and concentrated on being in unJohn’s apartment. Nothing happened and I soon gave up. The next day was the same, I spent a good portion of the day trying to cross over with no success.

On Friday I felt something. It felt like I was being pulled, not in any external direction, but inward. Beyond that I still achieved nothing. I gave up to go to dinner at my parents place. It felt weird seeing Caitlin there, having seen her naked but knowing she had no idea. I felt a little uncomfortable, but overcame it quickly enough. We spent the evening watching a movie. Although Caitlin left to go out with her friends part way through the movie. She had changed into a blue tank top that showed off her cleavage and midriff, and a pair of tight jeans that really showed off her shapely ass. Her shoulder length brown hair framed her cute face in a way I hadn’t noticed before, My cock hardened reflexively.

I arrived home at 10:30 that night. As I was about to get changed I decided to try and cross over one last time before calling it a night. I felt the pull immediately and struggled to maintain it. A minute or so must have passed as I stood in my bedroom focusing on unJohn’s apartment and I became much more efficient at maintaining the pull with less conscious effort. Then all of a sudden, I crossed over.

It felt like when you wake up with a start and for a moment feel like you’re falling. My body jumped and my stomach flew up into my throat for a second before everything was solid again and the pull was gone. I opened my eyes and found myself in my living room. The TV was on and when I turned to look at it a naked chick was on screen advertising some sun cream… or something. Not only had I jumped to the other side, I had moved location from the bedroom to the living room. I wasn’t expecting that. Did this mean I could teleport as well?

Before I could contemplate it further I heard a noise from my bedroom over the noise from the TV. It was grunting. I snuck over to the open door and slowly looked in, trying to be quiet. Based on the sounds, my double in this universe was no doubt having sex so I couldn’t give myself away. As I cleared the door I saw unJohn on his knees with his dick buried in some girls twat. She was on all fours as they fucked doggy style. I could see them clearly in the light from the TV that was coming through the escort mersin door. Luckily they were facing away from me. I kept my head as close to the door frame as I could so I didn’t block much light and grab their attention.

It was strange watching myself having sex from a 3rd person perspective, I couldn’t tear myself away. I knew they probably wouldn’t mind me watching but I doubted he had told her he had a twin living here, for all he knew I was never coming back.

UnJohn was squeezing the womans ass cheeks in his hands as he pumped his cock into her hot cunt. I couldn’t see much of the penetration from my perspective. The woman started to buck and thrash around as my double pounded her from behind. This must have made it difficult for him to thrust and remain inside her as he popped out, prompting her to stop thrashing and look over her shoulder at him.

I recoiled back behind the wall as I saw her face, both so she couldn’t see me and also from shock. It wasn’t some random hottie he was banging. It was unCaitlin. My double was fucking his own sister. Our sister. What the fuck.

“Dammit, I’m not going to be able to cum if you keep pulling out.” called unCaitlin’s voice.

“Then stop moving so much, I can’t stay in when you do that.” unJohn replied.

I slowly backed up through the living room to the apartment door and quietly made my way outside where I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I didn’t recall seeing or hearing anything about incest in this world. Was it as taboo here as back home, or was it just another practice here that was accepted as normal like everything else sex related? I needed to do some research.

It was pretty late but I wasn’t going to be able to sleep after this. I needed access to the Internet in this world, but I couldn’t think of how at this time of night, everything was closed and unJohn’s computer was in his bedroom. I pulled my phone out of my pocket automatically, before realising I wasn’t signed up to a supplier on this side.

Then I considered unJohn’s wifi in his apartment, I should be able to access it from here. I just hoped his password was the same as the one I used. I soon found that it was. I connected successfully to my doubles network and opened up the browser on my phone. I typed “incest” into Google, sitting on the pavement freezing my ass off as it loaded. The first result was the Wikipedia entry, I followed the link and began reading.

‘Incest is sexual intercourse between close relatives that has been controversial in many countries of the world. In the western world and most of the east incest is legal and usually not strictly taboo, although it is sometimes frowned upon. In most of the middle east and surrounding regions incest is either illegal or socially taboo. The type of sexual activity and the nature of the relationship between people that constitutes a breach of law or social taboo in these regions of the world vary with culture and jurisdiction. Some societies consider it to include only those who live in the same household, or who belong to the same clan or lineage; other societies consider it to include “blood relatives”; other societies further include those related by adoption or marriage.’

The page then continues to give some stats taken from public surveys.

‘In the US, leading researchers reveal that 1 in 3 people have had sexual intercourse with a sibling or extended family member at some point in their lives, 1 in 4 have had sex with a parent, 1 in 10 are secretly incestuous on a regular or semi regular basis and 1 in 30 are openly incestuous on a regular basis.’

Perhaps unJohn was one of these people doing it in the closet, or maybe this was a once off.

‘Other regions of the world tend to follow the same trend, except for a few European countries such as Germany and Sweden where incest is much more prevalent with almost everyone having had intercourse with a family member at least once, and the Middle East where it is much less prevalent. Interestingly many tribal cultures in remote areas of the world embrace incest the most. There is a tribe in New Guinea where men have sexual intercourse with their daughters when they come of age in order to teach her the ways of sex before she can marry. Virginity in such cultures is seen as lowering a womans value.’

This was bizarre. I decided I should go home if I could, I had been excited to show unJohn that I had returned but I was too anxious now to speak to him. I closed my eyes and tried to return home. The pull came faster this time, then in only a few seconds I jumped and found myself back in my own bedroom. It was now 11pm so I went straight to bed but the image of my cock impaling my sister was burned into my brain and I couldn’t sleep.

After a few hours of sleeplessness and trying to not think about fucking Caitlin I finally gave in. I got out of bed and masturbated while thinking about my sister impaled on my dick. I shot my wad into some tissues and cleaned up before going back to bed. Now that my turbulent mersin escort bayan mind had settled and my urges had been satisfied to a small extent, I finally fell asleep.

I got out of bed at 7am, unable to go back to sleep once I woke, despite the late night. I had a quick breakfast and started practising my jumping. I needed to learn my limits, and to hone my skills. I tried to jump from one room to another, without crossing to the other side. I had no idea if I could do it, but then I did. I teleported to my bathroom, then back again. Every time I jumped I became faster at it and soon I was jumping on a whim with my eyes open. I didn’t feel the pull or the sudden jerk anymore, there was no time. Visually it was very disorienting, and at one point I had to stop or risk throwing up. One moment I was looking at my living room, then instantly I was staring at myself in the bathroom mirror. There was no intermediary.

I began experimenting with objects. It hadn’t escaped my notice that my clothes jumped with me, so I tried carrying different objects. This worked also, so I ramped up the difficulty to carrying heavier items. Weight didn’t seem to matter, but if I couldn’t lift it would I be able to jump it? I tried jumping my bed into the lounge just by resting my hand on it. It didn’t come with me. I tried over and over again with no success. Just as I was about to give up, my bed was in the living room. It had worked. I jumped it back and forwards a few times. I discovered I had to visualise both myself and the object when I jumped, as well as the destination. It took more concentration, but I became consistent at performing the task. I tried to do it without the physical contact, perhaps the visualising was enough. But it didn’t work, I jumped alone.

I tried many different things, including jumping inside another object. I was scared at first, would I be injured? I tried jumping just close enough to a wall for a book I was holding to occupy the same space as the wall. I couldn’t jump at all, that was a relief, I’d never have to fear landing inside something.

I looked at the time and enough had passed that unJohn would be at work by now, he often worked Saturdays like I used to and I knew this was one of those long weeks for him. I went to my bedroom and jumped to unJohn’s bedroom, without moving my position. It was almost like nothing had happened, suddenly my bed was made while it had previously been messy. There were also some things on my desk that suddenly shifted position or disappeared, like in an old episode of Bewitched when someone disappeared and everyone else in the scene moves a little bit. Excellent.

I setup my smart phone on my bookshelf in the lounge and set it to record video. I hit record and jumped a few times in front of it. When I played the video back I was stunned. It truly was instantaneous. I would be in one place then in the very next frame I’d be somewhere else. Perhaps a high speed camera could shed some more light on the issue, not that I had one of those.

I then tried to jump directly from unJohn’s lounge to a remote area just down the street from my place. It didn’t work. Perhaps I couldn’t visualise it well enough. I tried to think of somewhere secluded that I could remember well and the best suitable location I could think of was the toilets where I had been made fun of for wearing jeans. I don’t think I’d ever been there in my world, but I could remember the layout of it from Aphrodite’s realm perfectly. I tried to jump there in my world, but nothing happened. Then I tried to jump there on the other side and immediately I was there. There was a couple fucking on the bench again. They hadn’t seen me, so I quickly tried to jump back to my world, without moving my position. Instantly the people vanished and the tiles on the floor seemed to get dirtier, interesting. It seemed I could only teleport somewhere I could remember adequately, but I could cross over from one world to the other without moving regardless of whether I had been there or not.

I left the bathroom and walked around the mall, taking notice of all the differences between this world and the other. In place of the sex stations in the central walkway was potted plants and regular benches, leaving a lot more space for foot traffic. I went to Borders and McDonalds reminiscing about the strangeness I had experienced here a few days before, no evidence of the sexualised menus remained. I felt a feeling of calmness like all my troubles were over. Back then I had been anxious and didn’t know if I’d ever get home. Now I knew I could jump back and forward at will. I was excited to go back there, my junk twitched in my underwear at the thought.

I walked to the closest bathroom and immediately jumped home. I was about to start removing my shirt so I could jump to the other side when I had an idea. I imagined myself completely naked while jumping to the mall bathroom on the other side. I appeared in the bathroom and the first thing I noticed was the cold of the tiles touching my feet. I was stark naked. The people fucking on the bench were gone. I jumped straight back home and found my clothes piled on the ground as if they’d just fallen straight down as I disappeared. Too bad I wouldn’t be able to get re-dressed with such ease.

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***Author’s note: Firstly, all the characters in this story (at least any of them who are involved in any actual fucking) are over the age of eighteen. Secondly, I’d like to express my warmest of thanks to Carnal_Flower, the doyenne of Daddy/Daughter incest stories, for all of her encouragement and support. Without her advice, support and occasional nagging, this story would almost certainly never have been written. So, if you don’t like it, it’s her fault. Thank you, you filthy depraved creature.***

1

A life can change in a moment. A single moment. Little more than a heartbeat.

One second, you are travelling in a certain direction, your destination is clear and straight ahead of you; you are confident, steady, assured. The next, you are travelling in a completely different direction. Somewhere new, somewhere totally unexpected.

It can be hard to tell when those moments happen. You almost certainly don’t realise it at the time. Only afterwards, with hindsight, can you take a step back and look. Draw breath and say to yourself: That was it. That was the moment when everything changed.

You see, I’ve had one of those moments. A moment when everything did change. And yes, I didn’t realise it at the time. But I see it now. It’s so clear, so vivid, so certain.

And my life is different now. Totally different. In ways I could never have imagined. I’m not the man I thought was. I liked to believe – I wanted to believe – I was a good man, a decent man. Steady. Reliable. But it turns out I’m a bad man, a weak man. A man who is capable of doing things I never thought possible.

Wicked things.

Evil things.

I have betrayed the people I love. I betray them still, on an almost daily basis. I have violated the most sacred of trusts. I have done the most despicable and depraved things. I have performed the most sordid of acts…

…and I have loved every fucking second of it.

So yes, my life is different now – as different as it is possible to be – and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I have a secret. A dark, terrible secret that is ticking away like an unexploded bomb. I can hear it all the time.

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…

…and I know, one day, probably a lot sooner than I expect, certainly a lot sooner than I would like, that bomb will explode. That secret will be revealed. It’s too big, too dreadful, too awful, for it not to.

And when that bomb explodes, when that secret is revealed, my life, as I know it, will be destroyed. It’ll be over. It’s as simple and as stark as that. My life will be destroyed. And not just my life. My family. My friends. Everyone I know. Like the shockwave from an atomic blast, it will wipe them all out, devastate and destroy, until they are all just shadows burnt onto a wall.

But I don’t care. I don’t give a shit. Let them burn. Let them all vanish in that blinding light. I can’t stop myself, I can’t give this new life up. I can’t give her up. Not now. Not ever.

A life can change in a moment. A single moment. Little more than a heartbeat.

And that moment for me was when Bill Haslam told me about how he’d caught his son jerking off.

2

Bill worked in my department, in a small office block, downtown. He was a nice enough guy, although I wouldn’t say we were friends exactly. He was the sort of person you could chat to amiably enough, usually about last night’s ball game or the latest episode of whatever was the hot new thing on HBO or Netflix. But there was no real connection between us, beyond the superficial.

I suppose in some ways, we were kind of similar. At least, that’s probably what I would’ve thought at the time. As it turns out, Bill and I are very different people. Very different indeed.

But back then, in my old life, before everything changed, I thought we were a lot alike. Middle-aged, married; both of us had teenage kids. Sure, he certainly didn’t keep himself in shape the way I did. He was a lot more dishevelled than me; you could see the food stains on his tie, the little patches of tissue paper, where he had nicked himself shaving. He was a kind of fatter, sweatier, more crumpled version of me. The me I might become if I just let myself go a little.

Or at least that’s what I thought back then.

So, it’s late-morning on an entirely normal and unremarkable weekday; and I’m ploughing through some files. I work for a small clothing company that specialises in ladies’ underwear. You won’t have heard of us, we don’t retail our own brands. We make generic clothing for cut-price department stores and low-end chain supermarkets. Nothing very sexy or exotic, we’re not Victoria’s Secret or Agent Provocateur. We’re just a small company that makes dull, everyday bras and panties for dull, everyday women.

I worked in purchasing, buying lace and cotton and elastic and plastic clips. Not a terribly interesting job, to put it mildly, but it paid the bills and kept my family clothed illegal bahis and fed.

I’d reached a particularly tedious passage in a particularly tedious memo, concerning a company in Indonesia we were considering as a new source for cheaper nylon, when the phone on my desk started ringing. It was an internal line. I picked it up.

‘Hello?’ I said.

‘Mr Fallows? Mr Haslam is waiting outside. He’d like a quick word with you.’ It was Sarah, my secretary…sorry, I mean personal assistant.

‘Sarah, how long have we’ve been working together?’ I asked her.

‘I don’t know, about three years.’ She replied.

‘Three years. And in those three years, how many times have I told you to call me ‘Mark’?’

‘Oooh, a lot.’ She giggled.

‘Yes, a lot. And yet, despite my constantly imploring you to do otherwise, you persist in calling me Mr Fallows.’

‘Yeah, but it’s a lot more fun not doing what you tell me to…Mr Fallows.’ She half-whispered, with a familiar sultry tone.

So, at this point, I should probably tell you about Sarah. She’s going to crop up again in this sordid tale of mine. She’s not one of the main protagonists, but she’s going to make a couple of fairly crucial cameo appearances as this story plays itself out. She was a flirt, she had been from the moment she started working for me. She had never made any secret of the fact that she liked me, and, although I couldn’t have said for certain, I was pretty sure she would be perfectly happy to make herself available for me in a sexual way. She was cute, with curly red hair and green eyes. She was barely five foot tall in her stockinged feet, and she was all curves. If you were being kind of cruel, you might say, in her ongoing attempt to traverse the perilous tightrope between ‘voluptuous’ and ‘chubby’, she probably fell a little more in the latter camp than the former. But she had an undeniable sexual charisma and was so charming and delightful and vivacious, you would have had to be a fool not to want to fuck her.

Not that I had. Not then. I was a married man. A father of three children. A loyal husband. Or at least I thought I was. The idea of indulging in some tawdry affair with my secretary – sorry, personal assistant – seemed so ridiculous, so outlandish, such a cliche, there was no way I would even contemplate the idea. That’s what I told myself.

How naive I was. How ignorant.

I had no idea what was coming. I had no idea how everything in my life was about to be turned completely upside down. The brutal, unflinching truth of the matter is it would be only three days later that Sarah and I would have sex for the first time…

…of many times…

…in my office…

…on my desk.

Just how fucking cliched is that? Don’t worry, we’ll get to it.

But for now, there I was, on the phone to my flirtatious personal assistant, who was sat just a few feet away, in her little cubicle, wearing a tight, silky dress that was almost certainly too small for her, and was struggling to contain her monster titties and her luscious, fat ass.

‘And what does Mr Haslam want to talk about?’ I asked her.

‘He didn’t say, but he did say it wouldn’t take very long.’

‘Ok, show him in.’

A moment or two later Sarah appeared at my door, Bill standing just behind her. I could see his eyes drifting downwards, no doubt checking out that aforementioned luscious, fat ass. At that exact moment, being the prissy little asshole I was, I imagined I wouldn’t have approved. Internally, I would be rolling my eyes, disappointed in his vulgarity, his boorishness, and above all else, his utter predictability. But, having subsequently tapped that luscious, fat ass on more than a few occasions by now, I’d have to be a complete hypocrite to say I didn’t understood its appeal.

She ushered him in and then she turned to me.

‘Coffee?’

‘No thank you, Sarah.’ I replied.

‘Bill…uh…Mr Haslam?’ She blushed. I smiled, just for an instant.

‘No, thank you, Sarah.’

With that, she left and I turned to the man sat opposite. The man who was about to change my life.

‘What can I do for you, Bill?’ I asked.

‘Well…fuck, it’s kind of difficult. I uh…I don’t really know where to start.’

‘The beginning is usually the best place, I find.’

‘Sure…but this is sort of…well it’s all kinds of embarrassing.’

‘Is this something to do with work?’

‘No. No, it’s not. It’s just…well it’s just kind of awkward.’

‘Well, I’ve certainly got all day to just watch you stammer and hem and haw.’ I said, in a somewhat sarcastic tone.

‘Sorry, you’re right. I should just tell you.’

A pause. Then…

‘You know my eldest boy, Scott?’

‘Sure. Great kid. I met him at the summer barbecue?’ Every year the company organised a summer get-together at a local park. All the employees, and their families, were invited. Everyone would play softball, eat burgers and hot dogs, hang out, that sort of thing. I think illegal bahis siteleri I had a vague memory of meeting Bill’s son. He was a younger, slimmer, slightly taller version of his father, as I recall. Whether he was a great kid or not, I couldn’t have told you then, and I certainly couldn’t tell you now.

‘Yes. There’s Scott, who’s eighteen. Then Laura. She’s fifteen. Then there’s Albie, who’s five. ‘Our little accident’, Helen and I call him. She was on the pill, and it’s not like we were honeymooners, but these things happen. They say the pill is ninety-nine percent effective, but we turned out to be the one percent. Not that we don’t love him, of cour…’

‘I don’t want to be rude, Bill,’ I said, with a slightly strained smile. ‘But is this going anywhere?’

‘Sure, sorry. So, anyway…Scott. Yeah, Scott. Well, the thing is, I suffer with a bad back. I have done for years. I’m carrying too much weight. The doctors keep telling me to lose a few pounds, and I try, but goddamn isn’t it just totally fucked up that everything that’s good for you, tastes so shitty. And everything that’s bad for you, tastes so nice?’

I assumed this was a rhetorical question, so said nothing. He looked at me for a second, sensing my increasing irritation, then hastily continued with his monologue.

‘Okay, okay, so I have a bad back and that means I sometimes struggle to get to sleep. The other night, it was really bad. And then, well, let’s be honest, my bladder’s not what it used to be, so that keeps me awake. And also I get a dry mouth at night, because my blood sugar’s too high. So, eventually I decide to go downstairs and get a drink. And I’m walking down the stairs and I see a light on in the front room. It was about one in the morning, and I assumed everyone had gone to bed. I thought maybe someone forgot to turn the TV off, but actually that couldn’t be true because it’s one of those fancy TVs that switch themselves off if you don’t use them for a long time. You got one of them? You can get them pretty cheap these days.’

I just looked at him, not knowing whether to smirk or frown.

‘Okay, okay, so the TV was on. I got to the bottom of the stairs and I walked to the front room. And…and…’

‘And?’ I asked.

‘Scott was jerking off.’

I burst out laughing. A yelp, a bark. All this rigmarole, all this blather, and this was what he wanted to tell me?

‘Yeah, I know, it’s kind of stupid. I mean he’s a teenager. That’s what teenagers do. Christ, that’s what I was doing when I was his age. It was practically my vocation in life.’

‘Sure, me too,’ I said, trying to swallow my laughter, and not entirely achieving my aim, ‘But why are you telling me this?’

‘Aah yes, why am I telling you? Yeah…why am I telling you?’ He almost whispered to himself. ‘You see, that fancy new television we have…it’s one of those huge flat screen things you put on the wall. It’s likely fifty inches in diameter, or something. High definition. And it’s one of those Smart TVs, the ones you can use to access the internet?’

‘Yeah, I know, we’ve got one similar. I don’t think it fifty inches, but it’s pretty big.’

‘So that’s what he was watching…while he…you know…masturbated.’ He said, almost whispering the final word. ‘He’d gone online to one of those tube sites. Where all the free porn is?’

I knew exactly what he meant. I was a middle-aged man, with easy access to the internet. I wouldn’t have said I was a porn connoisseur – although I was about to become one – but my metaphorical mouse may have slipped on occasion.

‘Okay, so your son was rubbing one out to pirated porn? What’s the big deal? I know there’s a Republican in the White House these days, but no one’s banning pornography. Or masturbation, for that matter.’

‘No. It’s what he was watching, that’s the thing. Like I said, I have a big screen television, fifty inches in diameter. I could see every detail of what he was watching. I could see the girl on screen, in all her glory, as it were.’

‘And?’

‘It was Lucy.’ He said, softly.

‘Lucy?’ I repeated. Totally nonplussed.

‘Lucy…your daughter, Lucy.’

So, yeah, that was it. That was the moment. Right there, at a little past eleven o’clock in the morning on a perfectly ordinary Friday. That was the moment. The moment when everything changed.

3

A few hours later, and I was back home, sat in my study, scouring the internet for porn. More precisely, I was scouring the internet for porn featuring my nineteen year old daughter.

When Bill told me, told me about what he’d seen, told me about who he’d seen, I just looked at him for what felt like a lifetime.

‘What?’ I finally said. It was about all I could manage to say.

‘Yeah, sorry man. I know it’s kind of weird. Shit, I’ve been really nervous about telling you. I mean, it’s fucking crazy, right?’

‘What the fuck is this?’ My voice was rising in volume. Not shouting, but louder than normal. canlı bahis siteleri No sarcasm or levity now. Just absolute serious intent.

‘What?’

‘I mean, is this some kind of joke, Bill? Because if it is, it’s not very goddamn funny. Are you shitting with me?’

‘No man, no way. This is no joke.’ There was a look of complete panic on his face, as if he thought I was about to hit him. To be completely honest, I wasn’t far away from doing exactly that.

‘You come in here with this bullshit about my daughter? My fucking daughter!?’

‘Look, Mark, I understand. I’d be angry too if someone started saying crazy stuff about my kids. I get you, I really get you. But, I saw what I saw.’

‘And what exactly did you see?’

‘Like I said, it was a porn video. It was two girls, actually…you know…doing shit together.’

‘And one of those girls ‘doing shit together’, was my daughter?’

‘I think so.’

‘You think so?’

‘Yeah. I mean, I’m, I’m pretty sure it was her.’

‘Pretty sure?’

‘Yes. Look, I’ve only met her a few times, and seen pictures of her on your Facebook page, but she makes a hell of an impression. She’s not the kind of girl you’re likely to forget.’

That was certainly true. Lucy was a strikingly attractive young woman. Once you saw her, you definitely remembered her.

‘You say this was a porn video?’ I inquired, a dash of disbelief and an increasing sense of dread building up in the pit of my stomach. Dread, combined with an almost overwhelming sensation of discomfort and embarrassment. This was not a conversation I wanted to be having with anyone at any time, let alone with this douche-bag. ‘Some kind of sex tape? How the fuck did your son get access to a video of my daughter having sex? Did someone upload it to this porn site?’

The fact that Lucy was having sex, was not something I really wanted to consider. At least not then. Soon, it would be all I wanted to consider, but this was a very different and more innocent time. I suppose, if I had given it any thought, I must’ve imagined she was likely to be sexually active. She was nineteen, an incredibly beautiful girl; she’d certainly have no shortage of potential suitors, both male and female. We considered ourselves a resolutely progressive family, we didn’t hide our bodies or create any impression that sex was shameful or wrong.

So, Lucy was having sex? So what? Lucy was having sex with another girl? Again, so what? If she was gay or bisexual or just experimenting, why should that bother me? If this was any kind of outrage, it was simply because her privacy had been violated, not because she was having sex. With another girl. Assuming Bill’s eyesight hadn’t deteriorated the same way the rest of his body had, assuming this was my daughter on tape…having sex…with another girl…there was no crime here. No crime, other than someone stealing her private property and then sticking it online.

Those were the kind of things I should’ve been thinking, the kind of things I’d tell myself to be thinking. But instead, all I was actually thinking was that I was a bad parent and my daughter was a total fucking slut.

Which, from the somewhat different perspective on things I have now, actually seems a pretty accurate assessment of affairs.

I am a bad parent…

And my daughter is a total fucking slut…

Thank God.

Lucy was ‘lezzing up’ with a girlfriend and she’d filmed herself doing it? That seemed like all kinds of crazy to me, but I was from a different, older generation. Kids these days lived online, used their phones to film everything. And that included fucking. But, again, how did Bill Haslam’s horny son get to see it?

‘It wasn’t that kind of video.’ Bill explained. ‘It wasn’t a sex tape. It was a porn film. A proper porn film. Lucy…or whoever this is, who looks like Lucy…was in a porno.’

This seemed even more bizarre. I mean, sure, I could just about get my head round the idea that my daughter had been caught fooling around with a friend, being kind of slutty on her cell phone, and somehow that clip gets passed around her other friends at college. It would be unbelievably mortifying, for me, my wife and my daughter; but we could handle it. But this? The idea she had shot a porn film? That was just pure grade-A bullshit. It had to be.

‘You’re telling me my daughter is a porn star?’

‘Fuck, I don’t know. It looked like her. Maybe it wasn’t. I’m sorry I ever mentioned it.’

‘What was her name?’

‘Sorry?’

‘What was her name? This girl in the scene, you said looked like Lucy? I assume you’re not telling me my daughter was performing in a porn film and using her real name?’

‘No. No, I’m not. It was…uh…Mia something. Mia Maverick. That was it.’

‘And what was the scene called?’

‘I think it was something like ‘My Stepdaughter is a Whore’…uh…’Volume Four’.’

So that was why, no more than a few hours later I was back home, in my study, scouring the internet for porn. Namely, the aforementioned ‘My Stepdaughter is a Whore: Volume Four’, featuring a promising young starlet called Mia Maverick. An adult entertainment phenom who, as I would shortly discover, was my nineteen year old biological daughter.

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It’s Friday afternoon, about 2 pm. I cased out this bank a number of times, and found it to perfect for the robbing — two dopy, middle-aged, out of shape guards, minimal security, and some very young, very inexperienced-looking tellers that are more likely to scream and panic than set off any alarms. There aren’t too many other person in the lobby today… today’s the day to strike!

As I walk in this time, I notice her working behind one of the windows. 21, with short red hair, wearing a little white blouse and tight blue jeans, I haven’t seen her working here before. Is it her first day? I’m not sure. I walk up to her window, wearing a black baseball hat, plain black t-shirt and jeans.

I hand her a slip of paper.

“Hi! Welcome to Bank of America. How can I help you today?” She says, as she looks down at the slip of paper.

“Empty the cash and put it into the paper bag” the paper says I produce a grocery bag and put it on the counter “do as the note says and everything will be fine” She whispers, “Oh my god…” and look up, looking to see if maybe this is a joke. She bites her lip, looking around, but the security guard is snoring in a corner, and the other guard, is no where around. The other tellers are either busy or taking a break in the back.

“Just do it”. I tell her, as I look around; no one is really paying attention. She opens the cash draw, her hands shaking… “Do it now!” She begins to put stack after stack of $100 dollar bills into the grocery bag. “Very good, don’t stop now”

She whispers, “Please mister, just don’t hurt anyone. I’ll get you the money.” She empties the register of large bills, and starts stuffing the sack with stacks of smaller bills — fifties… twenties… tens…

I turn around and see one of the guards walking towards us “hurry up, give me the bag”. She quickly hands me the bag over the teller booth, the guard draws his weapon “freeze” he yells. I grab the bag and pull my 9 mm out of my pants.

“Joe — he has a gun!” She yells. The other tellers and the customers begin to scream and drop to the ground! I point it at him, “Stop right there Joe or the girl gets it!” I point the gun at her chest.

The guard stammers, “N-now hold on there, son, don’t do anything foolish!” I can see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, completely shaken by the events that have unfolded before him.

“Come around the counter little missy! Shut up Joe! Put the gun down or she is dead and then you are next. Don’t test me!” I can hear me whispering under her breath as she slowly come around the corner, her eyes filling up with tears.

The portly stammers, “Y-you got the money son, n-now how’s about you leave Lori alone?” He sets the gun down on the lobby carpet, his hands raised. I point the gun at him, and then move to meet my hostage at the end of the counter.

“No, she is now my insurance, get down on your belly.”

Now that she is out from behind the teller window, I can see her fully, very tiny and small-framed, 5’4″, 92… Not very curvy, clearly still a young college student. The guard starts to lower himself to the floor, getting down on his belly like the other customers of the bank. “Take the bag Lori!” I grab her arm tightly around her wrist, leading her to the door. “Nobody do anything stupid! You’re money is insured”

“Help me!” she cries out, but no one moves.

“Be quiet!” I tell her, she closes her mouth, lowering my head I lead her out the front door to my car, a gray ford sedan. I open the passenger side door. “Get in and slide over. You are driving I slide over, my small body barely taking up any room in the front.

“W-where are we going?” I set down the money-filled bag and put my shaking hands on the steering wheel.

“Drive out of the parking lot, make a left and just drive” I grab the bag and take a quick look inside. She starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the street. We make the left turn and are well down the street before I look back and see bank customers begin to run out of the glass double doors. She starts to rub her tear-filled eyes with the back of her hand, trying to keep from crying as she drives “hmm not a bad take”

“Look, mister… th-there a lot of money there, please… just take it and let me get out here…”

“Don’t cry, I wont hurt you. Unless you want me too. Make the next right hand turn” she makes the right hand turn, we quickly turn onto a tree lined road “make the next left” she makes the left, getting increasingly nervous as the car leaves the city and heads into the forest. We start heading up a hill towards the foothills. “Make the next right” We approach the other getaway vehicle, an older dodge pick up truck. “Pull over behind that truck. Lost little one?” She pulls up behind the old dodge pickup truck. With a sniffle, she nods her head.

“Mister, I don’t know where we are. I don’t know where you’re taking me.” “My folks are gonna be worried about me.”

“Exactly. Oh, well. Get out of the car.” I get out and grab your arm once again, illegal bahis guiding you to the truck, opening the passenger side door. I produce a piece of rope and tie your hands together very tightly. I pull a bandana out of my pocket and blindfold her, pushing her into the truck. She whispers, “Oh god…” as I blindfold and push her into the truck. I close the door, walk around to the other side of the truck, get in and pull away.

“Please, mister… don’t kill me, I promise, I won’t tell anyone anything.” she begs.

“I don’t do murder. Just behave if you are a good girl, I will reward you later.” She nods and sits quietly, raising her legs up to hug her knees as she sits on the passenger seat. “I will, mister… I promise, I’ll do whatever you say.” A half hour passes, I constantly change directions. We finally come to a stop. She asks why we are stopping. “We at our destination little one”, I get out and move to the other side of the truck opening the door. I remove her blindfold.

She shades her blue eyes with her bound hands, still a little blinded by the light as she looks around. I help her out of the truck grabbing the bag and once more grabbing her wrist, guiding her towards the cabin. “Where are we, mister?” She stumbles a little, following behind.

“My little home away from home,” I say as I open the door to the cabin and pull her inside. The inside of the cabin is a very small kitchen, a TV, couch and a reclining chair. She looks around hesitantly.

“Y-you live out here, in the woods?” She asks, as I lead her to one of the kitchen chairs.

“Have a seat, I am just borrowing this place for a little while.” She cautiously sits down in one of the kitchen chairs, looking around for something. But not seeing anything that might relieve the anxiety I am sure she is feeling. I untie her hands behind her back to the chairs. I put the bag on the table, moving to the fridge. I open it and pull out a large bottle of whiskey, placing it on the table. I go to the cabinet and get out two glasses as well as ice and the ginger ale. “Wana drink?” I ask her, she looks nervous, and then nods, her hair spilling over her face a little.

“Y-yes, please. I could really use one. Um… today hasn’t been really the greatest…” She smiles weakly.

I put ice in the glasses, pour some whiskey and top the off with soda. “It’s been a great day for me.” I set the glass in front of her. I take a long drink of mine, looking down on her, and then smiling. She tries to lean forward, and take a small sip from the top of the glass. I pick her your glass and holds it to her lips so she can take a sip

She whispers “T-thank you.” and takes a sip and licks the whiskey and soda off her pink lips as I lower the glass from her mouth. “Oh wow… that’s strong.

“You’re welcome.” I say as I sit down at the table, grabbing the bag of money. “Ya, I like that.” I dump the money on the table and start counting. I can see her arms moving ever so slightly. She is trying to seem like she is trying to figure out how to untie herself.

“Do… do you need the money, mister? Is that why you robbed the bank?” She asks me. When I finish counting, I find I have enough money this time.

“If you must know, I can finally quick robbing banks and go to that small island in the south pacific. I will be leaving in a few days. I will leave word of were you are before I go. They will find you and by then I will be long gone, unless you misbehave.” She visibly exhales with relief.

“Oh, thank you, mister… you have no idea how worried I was.” She shakes her head, her red hair tossing from side to side, “No sir, I promise, I’ll be a good girl.” I finally look her over; hmm I think to myself, this girl is awfully sexy. Maybe she would wana go along to my little island paradise. The little white button-front blouse hugs her tight young body closely, and I can see that the bottom of the blouse has slipped out of her jeans… revealing a flash of taut toned belly with a shiny silver belly piercing

I get up I walk over to her. I put my hand on the back of her head. “You’re pretty cute. Anyone ever told you that?”

She blushes, and tries to make a joke of it, “I-I bet you say that to all the girls you kidnap.” She breathes in as she feels your strong hand on the back of her head

“No, you’re the first, are you hungry?” She nods, stealing her first glimpse of my face since the robbery. She blushes slightly.

“I am a little. It was my first day and I wanted to make a good impression, so I worked through lunch. I was too nervous to eat breakfast, too.” smiles, despite herself, “I… guess it couldn’t have gone much worse, could it? On the bright side, any job after this one has got to be a step up.”

“Hot dogs ok? I don’t have any thing fancy. Only have enough for a couple days”

“A hot dog would be great, thank you, mister.”

I walk towards the fridge again, thinking to myself, ‘Man I would love to make a meal out of her instead.’ “Good.” I get everything out and make 4 hotdogs for us. “So, how old are you Lori?” I look over my shoulder, hmm, that’s funny, was illegal bahis siteleri she checking me out. I see her quickly turn her head back, so she doesn’t get caught. She’s checking out my butt.

“21… I’m a junior in college. “H-how old are you, mister? You seem awfully young to be robbing banks.”

” Ha young, I am 37. Only been doing for a little while, this is my last job.” I finish making the hotdogs, placing them on the table along with the rolls. “What would you like on your dogs?”

“Just one please… mustard would be great, if you have any.”

“Ok, a girl after my own heart. That’s the way I eat mine too.” I placed the mustard on the table, she blushes shyly. “Now if you promise to not run away, I will untie you. Just remember I still have my gun and you have no clue where you are.” I move behind you and untie your hands, and notice for the first time the perfume you are wearing. Man she smells really sexy.

She nods, swallowing. “I Un-understand, I won’t do anything foolish, I promise.”

“Very good.” I take my seat next to her and grab a bun, hot dog and the mustard. I look over at her and notice she blushing, she is getting sexier by the minute. She rubs her sore wrists with my fingers, feeling the circulation return to her hands. “Are your wrists ok?”

She blushes again, noticing me looking at her. With a smile, she say, “Well, at least I can say that I finally got tied up on a date.” She blushes and adds quickly, “Um… My roommate tells me I’m a little too shy.”

“Really, Did I pop your bondage cherry?”

She laughs, a light, happy sound of relief. “I’m afraid so. Bring on the whips and chains!” She takes one of the hotdogs hesitantly and puts a little mustard on it.

“Hmm my kind of girl, you don’t seem to be that shy” She looks me in the eye and gives me a knowing little wink.

She blushes and answers, “Believe me… this is as exciting as it’s gotten in a long time.” smiles shyly and steals another look at my face. She takes a little bite of her hot dog. “So… um… what are you going to do for the rest of your life on your island?”

“Lie in the sun, swim relax, what ever I feel like. I have enough money now that I don’t have to work any more, plus I will be the richest man on the island ” I try to imagine how this sexy young girl would look great laying on my private beach in a tiny little bikini. She has gotten a little mustard on her upper lip and the tip of her nose, but seems oblivious. I lean in and wipe the mustard off your nose with my right index finger. “You got a little on you.” She blushes, as she feels your finger touch the soft skin of her face. I lick the mustard off my finger

“Oh… Excuse me. But what if the police get you?”

I look over at her, “Hah the cops could catch a cold if they fell in a pond in the middle of January. You have a little more mustard on your upper lip ” She lowers her eyes embarrassedly and licks the mustard off her upper lip, now a blushing a deep crimson. ” I dint mean to embarrass you, but you did you look really cute with the mustard on your nose. “

“Oh, you didn’t… I just… turn red easily.” She blushes even more furiously, but still smiles. “Th-thank you for not letting me sit through the entire dinner with that on my face.”

“Oh no problem, how is your hot dog?” I smile back at her,

“It was really good. Thank you.” She looks around the shack, as the light outside gets dimmer.

“Your welcome, you know, if you were not my hostage and we met under different circumstances, I would ask you on a date”

“If we met under different circumstances, I’d say yes in a heartbeat.” She smiles shyly. “So… it’s, um, getting darker.”

“Yes, I should light the oil lams before it gets too dark to see.” I get up, looking over my shoulder as I move to the small living room to light the 2 lamps there. I keep an eye on her as I light the lamps. I look back and she her getting up and clear the table. I turn around and move towards the kitchen with one of the lamps, placing it on the table. “Well that is unexpected. Never thought a hostage would help clean up with out being told to do it”

She smiles, “I can’t help it… I needed something to do with my hands.” She looks over at the cabin’s small living room. “Where… I mean, what did you have in mind for sleeping tonight?”

I watch as she cleans up and cant help but notice her little cute ass. “Well I actually didn’t think that far ahead yet” Her jeans hug her young body, the curve of her tight little cheeks visible under her un-tucked blouse. I step up directly behind her, smelling her perfume again. She closes her eyes, feeling the heat radiating from my proximity onto her back. She begins to dry the pot with a little dishtowel “I may need to tie you to the bed so you don’t escape during the night.” She breathes in, and nods her answer of understanding. “Would you like that Lori?” I say softly, my breath right next to your right ear. The feel of my breath sends shivers all over, I can see little goose bumps rising on her pale neck.

“Yes, I mean, no, I mean….Y-yes, I umm… canlı bahis siteleri I understand. I know you have to do it.”

“I am sure you could handle that” I step up behind her my body lightly touching hers. She involuntarily gasps, breathing in sharply as she feels my larger body touch her… my chest making contact with her small shoulders, her smooth back… “You are enjoying this aren’t you?” I place both of my hands on her small waist. She let out a little moan as she feels my hands on her skin, and drops the pot into the sink with a loud. CLANK! She is startled, she blushes and tries to pick up the pot. “You are getting excited at the thought of me tying you up again, aren’t you? I thought so. “

I run my left hand up her side, over her shoulder blade, placing my hand on the back of her head. She shivers under my touch, her body trembling under the palm of my hand… both aroused and scared at the same time. I firmly grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her neck, then nibbling up to her ear. I look down and see her nipples are starting to pop out, I smiling knowingly.

She gasps, her white, soft throat exposed as I pull her head back… feeling the heat of my mouth, the bristle of my mustache on her skin. Here nipples are like tiny, stiff points on the front of her blouse… my breasts, though small, swell a little, rising and falling as my breathing gets faster and faster

“Please, mister… I don’t… I can’t…” She moans. I run my right hand across her belly, sliding slowly up towards her breasts. I continue kissing and nibbling her neck. Her belly is taut and flat under my hand… I can feel the little silver ring in her bellybutton as I slip my fingers under her blouse. She makes little whimpering sounds as she nuzzles back against my hungry mouth, leaning her body back a little to press against my own.

“You are so sexy; I am going to rock your world.” I pull our bodies away from the sink, grabbing, and then throwing her over my shoulder. She gasps as I throw me over your shoulder. I walk effortlessly towards the table picking up the rope as I pass it.

She struggles to catch her breath. “Please — I… I don’t even know your name!”

I move towards the small bedroom on the opposite of the shack, “Call me sir. I am not telling you my real name. You could get me in way too much trouble.” I push the door open, placing you on the floor. Looking you in the eye, “Unless you have a different name you would like to call me” She looks up at me, breathing hard… I see her hair spilled messily over her face, her small breasts, now round and flush with arousal, straining the front of her tiny blouse.

“N-no, sir.”

“Very well, strip for me.” She gets up to her feet, a little unsteadily.

“Y-yes, yes, sir.”

I step back and admire her body as she removes her clothes. Finally she undoes the top button, letting the material slide back off her smooth, soft shoulders. I start rubbing the bulge in my jeans as I realize they are uncomfortable and I need to remove them. She looks at me watching her as she begins to undo the button of her tight jeans. “Very, very sexy.” She slowly begins to unzip the front… ZZZZIP! She peels the front of her tight blue jeans open, revealing little lacy pink panties underneath…

She blushes, “Th-thank you, sir”

“Turn around for me, I wana see your sexy little ass.” She turns around, and slowly slides her tight jeans down off her small waist, off the tiny, tight curve of her ass cheeks, down her slender young legs. She bends over, stepping out of one leg of the jeans, then the other. I let out a loud wolf whistle as she bends over. I can see her blushing and smiles embarrassedly as she straightens up, covering her small breasts by crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“I’ve never… done that before,” she says blushingly. “Strip for someone, I mean.”

“You have never stripped for a man before? Well I guess I just popped another one of your cherries then huh.” She once again giggles and blushes. She brushes her hair out of her face with a naughty smile.

“Your turn, sir.” She climbs onto the bed to watch.

I throw my hat to the floor, and then grab the hem of my t-shirt. I pull it up and off, dropping it to the floor, next to my hat. I can see her breathing a little faster, seeing my toned upper body suddenly shirtless. She swallows, and gives a little wolf-whistle too. I turn my back to her, bending over to untie and remove my boots.

“You have an amazing body, sir…” she tells me.

I pull my boots off and set them a side; I turn and look at you. “Thank you Lori, so do you. Would you like to remove my jeans Lori?”

She swallows again, “C-can I, sir?”

She moves over to the side of the bed, hesitantly approaching. “Yes you may, be a good girl and remove my jeans.” She moves over, standing in front of me… her body so small in front of mine… feeling the intense heat coming from my naked chest, stomach… She looked up into my eyes, and then slides down onto her knees on the floor in front of me. She put her hands on your legs, sliding them up the outside of my thighs… up, up to the waistband of my jeans to undo my belt. She slides my belt out of its belt loops, setting it on the bed behind her. Looking down at her as she begins to remove my pants, “Very good.”

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Six months ago, Morgan would have never thought she would have had sex outside of a serious relationship, but occasionally she surprised herself. She had met Jake on the Internet and a week later had met him in person. She had every intention to take it slowly, but once again, she surprised herself. The first time they met Jake came over to her apartment and they ended up making out and groping on her couch.

Morgan continued to tell Jake that was as far as she would go without being in a relationship, but Jake wasn’t looking for anything more than friends with benefits. Each time she talked to Jake, whether on the phone or Internet, her defenses weakened a little more. The next time Morgan saw Jake she had weakened enough to suck on his cock. Morgan had always enjoyed giving head and this time was no different.

Jake continued to press the issue of sex and Morgan continued to resist. Finally, one day, Morgan asked herself, “Why not?” Why shouldn’t she take this opportunity? She was full of curiosity following her previous relationship and only experience with sex. She also wondered if she could handle having sex with someone who wasn’t her boyfriend. She decided to go for it, another surprise.

After months of having sex with Jake, Morgan realized that having sex without the rest of the relationship was actually a lot of fun. Each time Jake came over having sex with him got easier illegal bahis and better. Now a lot more comfortable being with him, Morgan feels as though she can take charge and be more aggressive with him. This new feeling of power is all Morgan can think about as she leads Jake into her bedroom. Stopping in front of the bed, Jake pulls her to him kissing her, sliding his warm tongue between her open lips. Morgan pulls away and picks up the blindfold on the bed. Smiling seductively, she walks around him to tie the blindfold across his eyes. She stands in front of Jake making sure he can’t see through the blindfold. Taking charge, Morgan decides to leave his hands untied, but tells him that he can only touch her, not himself, and if she tells him to stop he must put his hands at his sides. She smiles to herself reveling being in charge.

She walks around him trailing her fingers up his chest and over his shoulders. Morgan leans in starting to lick and kiss his neck, then trailing her tongue down his back. Knowing that this makes his cock rock hard, she kisses and licks patterns all over his back. She drags her nails lightly down his side as she kneels down, her tongue continuing lower. His heavier breathing and occasional moans are the only sounds that fill the room. Morgan kneads his ass, one of her favorite things about Jake. She lets her fingers graze under his legs brushing his balls; heavy illegal bahis siteleri with cum she will eventually swallow. She returns her attention to his ass, plying it with wet kisses and licking it all over. Morgan uses her hands to separate Jake’s cheeks and kisses between them. His loud moans telling her she has hit the right spot, Morgan sticks her little pink tongue out to lick it. Jake’s moaning gets louder and she realizes he is stroking himself. Morgan playfully slaps his ass and tells him to put his hands down. Jake obeys, smiling.

She returns to the object of her obsession, his ass, and fondles his balls again. Morgan slips her finger down her own body, stroking herself. She tells Jake that she is so wet and that she tastes good, as she sucks on her own finger. She notices his cock growing bigger as she slurps loudly on her finger. Returning to her feet, Morgan steps in front of him; licking his lips and kissing him letting him taste her. His hands move to her hips as their tongues wrestle back and forth. She takes his hand, moving it to her pussy. He strokes her and slides his finger in making her moan into his mouth. She steps away from him and takes his hand licking it clean.

She kneels down in front of him, kissing his hips. Using her hand, she gathers her juices and starts to stroke his hard cock. Morgan smears herself all over his balls and cock. Then she starts canlı bahis siteleri to lick his balls, sucking on them lightly. She gathers the drops of pre-cum off the end of his cock savoring the taste as she swallows. Morgan licks from the base to head, flicking her tongue across it. She loves the tastes of herself on him.

Finally, she starts to slide his rock hard cock between her red lips. She tells him he can remove the blindfold now and then slides his cock back into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Holding on to his hips, she slowly slides his cock in and out. She reaches down to play with his balls again, flicking her tongue across only the head. He threads his hands through her hair and she takes his cock all the way in again. Morgan’s hands massage his ass as she thrust his cock in and out.

Reaching down, she dips her finger into her dripping pussy and then runs the finger between his cheeks. Jake’s breathing is harder. His hands slide to her sensitive ears making her moan around his cock. He starts to thrust faster, slamming against the back of her throat. Morgan fingers herself and then returns to stroking his ass, sliding her finger in a little. She matches the tiny thrust of the tip of her finger to the thrusting of his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Jake moans louder, thrusting harder. Then she feels him explode, his cum hitting the back of her throat. Morgan swallows greedily trying not to let any dribble from between her lips. When he is finished shooting his load, she cleans him with her tongue, making sure to get every drop. She smiles up at him and shoves him onto the bed. Now it is Morgan’s turn.

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The Matrons of Regal Bay

Chapter 18

Pamela’s Tales — Part 2

Pamela stood beneath the shower spray, the hot water rinsing the soap from her soft body. She was exhausted and exhilarated both at once. As a recent memory flashed through her mind, her naked pussy trembled between her thighs. A warm trickle of recently spilled semen dribbled from her well-fucked vagina and slid down her inner thigh, mingling with the warm water from the shower as it headed for the shower stall drain. She reached down between her thighs and dipped a long finger up inside herself. She swirled her finger within and pulled even more of the seed from her. There was much to remove.

This had been the third time she had secretly met with Freddy Killibrew. Pamela knew she was pushing her luck. It wouldn’t be long before she was caught, she knew that. Eventually someone would recognize her, and Freddy. Eventually her husband would figure out she was having an affair. Eventually she would figure out a better way to find her sexual release. Eventually she knew she would have to take the next step, and make her son aware of the fact that she so desperately wanted him.

Pamela left the hotel room soon after, the night darkness offering up some cover. Still, she knew she was being watched. She was a middle-aged woman who had checked into the hotel that afternoon and now, just over six hours later, was checking back out. It wasn’t even mid-night yet. The young woman behind the desk gave her a long, knowing look, with a hint of a smile, when she dropped the room key off. “Have a nice night?” she said in the obvious form of a question. Pamela gave the woman a look, and felt recognition there. It frightened her, but also excited her as well.

“Yes, it was nice,” Pamela replied sheepishly.

“Good for you, honey,” the clerk replied. “He looked like he had had a good time as well.” Pamela saw the grin turn into a wide smile. “Maybe next time, I could join you?”

Pamela felt her jaw drop. She was absolutely stunned by the young woman’s comment that she couldn’t immediately reply, and when she did, she nodded. “He’d probably like that,” she said, again very sheepishly. As an after-thought, Pamela added, “Maybe I’d like that, too.” Now where the hell did that come from, she asked herself.

“Just give me a call here,” the woman replied. She took up one of the hotel’s business cards and scribbled on the back. “I work most week nights. This is my cell number,” she handed the card across to Pamela. “Just let me know and I’ll make sure you get a good discount, okay?” Pamela nodded in response, still in shock. “I’m Ginger by the way,” the young woman added.

“Pamela. Pam,” she replied.

“Yes, I know. You’re Mrs. Walker. I had you for a teacher my sophomore year at Regal Bay High.”

Pam was startled, and then she realized why she had recognized the clerk when she had walked up. She left Ginger with an embarrassed smile, and a mind full of questions. Her drive home took what seemed like an eternity, although in real time it was less than ten minutes. She parked her car in the drive and went inside. Johnny, her son, was still awake, sitting in front of the television in nearly the exact place she’d left him. His father, however, had gone to bed.

“Game over?” Pamela asked as she put her coat away.

“Obviously,” Johnny replied. “Otherwise Dad would still be up, wouldn’t he?”

Pamela had learned to live with her son’s sarcastic replies to anything she asked. She took it as part of his growing up. He was 19, a full-time student at Regal Bay University, and still lived at home with his mother and crippled father. At times, he showed quite a bit of resentment, especially when Pamela asked him to watch his father when she went out with friends. Lately, it hadn’t been her friends she was spending time with, however.

“Have fun?” Johnny asked as she started towards the kitchen. His tone made her stop in her tracks and look at him.

“Yes, we did. Why do you ask?”

Johnny used the remote to run the volume up a little on the television before looking directly at his mother. “I was just wondering, since you said you were going out with Ursula. Imagine my concern when Ursula called an hour after you left, asking if Freddy was here. Imagine her surprise when I asked her if I could talk to you for a moment, and she had no idea why I thought you were at her house.”

Pamela knew it was a risk, using one of her friends as a cover story. Now she had to face up to the jury, she realized. She dropped into one of the sofa chairs and looked at her son.

“I didn’t see Ursula tonight,” she started.

“Obviously!” Johnny barked. “You were out with some guy, weren’t you?”

Pamela was again at a loss for words. She wanted to lie to her son, to tell him it had been an innocent mistake, that she had been out with another friend. Unfortunately, she couldn’t think of anything. Her mind didn’t work like that, spontaneously. Even as she tried to think through illegal bahis a reply, she felt her head nod.

“Who is he?” Johnny demanded, leaning forward but lowering his voice. “Is it someone you work with? Someone I might know? Someone Dad might know?”

“Johnny, listen, I know I’m wrong here, but it’s not what you think. I’m not looking to leave you and your dad. I just need something he can’t give me anymore, and it’s nothing more than that.” Pamela waited for her son to reply. Instead, he shook his head and turned the television off.

“I just wish you had talked with me about this, before you started anything,” Johnny told her as he got up from the couch. He picked up the bottle of root beer he’d been drinking and started to walk away. “You might have been surprised. Maybe I would have understood. Maybe I could have given you some advice. Maybe I could have set you up. Who knows?”

Before Pamela could inquire into what her son had meant by “set you up”, he was through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. Down there it was his realm, and after graduating from high school Johnny had moved from his upstairs bedroom into the basement. He’d done all the work in making it a livable space, turning much of the area not dedicated to the laundry room or furnace room into his own apartment. Except for the need to use the upstairs bathroom or kitchen, Johnny could pretty much stay in the basement if he chose to.

Pamela waited a few minutes before heading to her own bedroom, turning out the lights as she went. George was asleep and gently snoring in the big bed they had shared for much of their marriage. His wheel chair sat bed-side. Pamela felt a wave of guilt wash through her again, as it always did when she returned home following a night with Freddy. This time, however, it was deeper. Her chest hurt, but she realized that it wasn’t because she had hurt her husband. It was because she had hurt her son.

Pamela lay in bed, tossing and turning, well into the morning hours. She couldn’t sleep. So much worry ran through her mind. Finally, she had to get up and go into the living room so not to continue to disturb her husband. He had his weekly physical therapy appointment in the morning and needed his sleep, she knew. She curled up on the big sofa and pulled the comforter over her. Exhausted, she quickly fell asleep.

The next day, Thursday, was a half-day for the high school, leading into the 4-day Memorial Day weekend. School was dismissed at 1:20 in the afternoon, after a 45-minute presentation in the gym to the sports teams for the school year. There was only two weeks left until the school year was completed and summer break began. Pamela had signed up, as she nearly always did, to work through the summer, three days a week, with students needing to do added work to keep up with their classes. Although Friday was an off-day for the students, Pamela and those others who would be working through the summer would be in the building going over their itinerary for the summer.

Pamela stopped at the grocery on her way home to pick up some things for dinner that night. She had tried to put out of her mind the confrontations with her son from the night before, and the accusations he had made. She fought to find a way to assure Johnny that she wasn’t looking to find a replacement for his father, even though she was in fact having an affair with Freddy Killibrew. On top of all of that, she had begun to wonder if there was any way she could initiate any sort of sexual relationship with Johnny at all, knowing that he had those sorts of thoughts about her, at least if what Freddy had told her was true. Not for the first time, Pamela wondered if Freddy was trying to mess with her head.

Once home, after briefly stopping in the kitchen to put away the groceries, Pamela checked on her husband. She found him asleep, snoring in his big recliner in the back den. He had been watching reruns of “Charmed”, one of his favorite shows, and an episode continued to play on the big-screen TV. She thought about turning the set off, but decided that her husband was probably being soothed by the sounds of Rose McGowan, Alyssa Milano, and Holly Marie Combs.

Pamela let her husband be and pulled the door closed gently. She started to turn up the hallway, towards her bedroom, but instead decided to head into the kitchen. She wanted a Pepsi and found a cold one in the refrigerator. It was the last of a case she had just purchased the day before. She suspected Johnny of snatching several to stock his own little refrigerator in his basement room. She gulped down a refreshing swallow of soda, and then though about checking on her son. His car was out front, so she knew he was home.

Pamela found her son stretched out in the corner of the second-hand sofa he had bought at the flea market some time back. It was a corner sectional, with a recliner built into one end. The fabric was a sickly lettuce green, and had several stains across its “L” shaped expanse. For Johnny, the illegal bahis siteleri big sofa doubled as his bed, and as Pamela made her way across the hard floor, her shoe heels clicked on the bare concrete. A throw rug lay in the corner of the sofa, the only floor covering in the basement. Johnny had said he wanted to carpet the floor, but had yet to earn enough money to do it. Thus, the basement was always a bit cool for her taste.

The second-hand television sat on a work bench that Johnny and a friend had dragged into the basement some time back. Two chest of drawers flanked the bench, with two different video game consoles and several game discs scattered across the tops. A card table with four chairs around it completed the furnishings of Johnny’s basement bedroom. Overhead florescent light fixtures provided most of the light usually, though they were off at the moment and only the small stand-alone lamp in the corner behind the sectional was on, casting shadows across the floor.

Johnny was watching a movie, and a girl’s scream was cut off as her throat was slit open by a masked stranger. Typical slasher movie, Pamela thought as she came int her son’s sanctuary.

“How was your day, Johnny?” Pamela asked as she approached her son. She paused long enough to lean over and pull open the small refrigerator that stood at the end of the sofa. Sure enough, he had seven Pepsis inside, along with half a six-pack of his father’s beers, some cheese dip in a jar, and a bag of left-over tacos. He’d probably warm them up for dinner in the small microwave oven that sat atop the refrigerator, Pamela guessed.

“Good enough, I guess,” her son responded as he looked at her nibbing into his refrigerator. “I don’t know if I want to return in the fall.”

Pamela took a seat near him, in the short side of the sofa. “Why not? Aren’t you enjoying school?”

He aimed the remote towards the television and turned the channel to Sports Center. “I don’t know anymore,” he replied after a pull on the cigarette he held. He blew out the smoke and looked at his mother. “I don’t know what I want out of life right now, and I don’t want to get all tied up going one direction just to find I want to go another.”

Pamela reached to the coffee table situated centrally on the throw rug and retrieved her son’s pack of Marlboro’s. She pulled one out, put it in her mouth, and lit it. She sucked in a deep lungful of smoke, held it, and then blew it out again.

“So, when did you start smoking again?” Johnny asked her.

Pamela looked at him before replying, “Since you’ve run my stress levels up. I’m back on my high blood pressure pills as well.”

“What did I do? You’re the one fucking around behind dad’s back,” Johnny accused.

“Johnny! Please. Your father’s in the den, right above us,” she begged.

“He can’t hear anything,” Johnny laughed. “He used a shot of Yukon Jack to wash down his pain pills, and another to wash the taste out of his mouth.”

“Where did he get Yukon Jack from?” Pamela asked, concerned. She had tried to keep hard alcohol away from her husband since he began taking so many pain pills of late.

“Don Hoyt,” Johnny told her. Don was a History instructor at Regal Bay High School, a colleague of Pamela’s. Don and her husband George had been in the same graduating class at Regal Bay, some thirty years before. Pamela knew that Don had long ago had a thing for her. Now he seemed to only have a thing for under-aged blondes.

“Why would Don bring your father whisky?” she asked.

“Maybe as a penance, since he is fucking you, am I right?” Johnny snidely replied.

“No, Johnny, I am not fucking Don Hoyt!” she responded angrily. “I don’t appreciate your accusing me of fucking every guy you think I know. It won’t do you, me, or your father any good.”

“Then who the hell are you fucking around with?” Johnny snarled. “And if you don’t want to tell me, then get the hell out of my room!”

Pamela stood up and was about to throw her near-empty can at her son when she realized that he had not been told by Freddy anything about their affair. And in that case, it was quite possible that Johnny didn’t want to sleep with his own mother. And yet, as she glared down at her son, who returned it with as much anger as she felt, she realized that her son was now just as she had remembered her husband, his father, at that fiery age.

Before she realized what she was saying, she told him, “I’m sleeping with Freddy Killibrew, if you must know.”

Johnny was shocked, and it showed on his face. “Freddy! Freddy Killibrew! You’ve got to be fucking shitting me!” Johnny laughed.

“It’s true,” she replied, returning to sit beside him. She took a deep breath in, and then began her confession. “I placed an ad on a singles sight. I was looking for something, I don’t know, something exciting in my life. It turns out it was Freddy who responded to it. We met in a motel room. We talked. We had sex. End of story.”

“I can’t believe canlı bahis siteleri it,” Johnny said, shaking his head. “Do you know that he’s had a thing for you forever, since high school?”

“He told me, after,” she nodded. She picked up a second cigarette and lit it. Her nerves were rattled, and yet she felt much more relaxed about the whole thing, now having told her son.

“I still can’t believe it,” Johnny laughed. “That guy, I tell you, Mom. He has a thing for old women.”

Pamela agreed. “He told me that he wants to have sex with his mother. That’s why he came to me, in a round-about way, I guess.”

Johnny grinned and nodded. “Oh, yeah. He has for a long time. He sneaks peaks at her all the time. He’s even started taking pictures of her, and I think he’s even got a camera set up in her room. Or so one of my friends tells me.”

Johnny crushed out his cigarette and turned to look at his mother. “But instead, he’s had you, my mother.” Johnny went to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold beer. “Do you want one?” he asked, and handed her one before she could reply. They both popped open their cans and took sips before he asked, “Did you tell Ursula?”

“That I’ve been sleeping with Freddy?” she asked back.

Johnny laughed, “No, silly! That you know that he’s been wanting to fuck her!”

“I wish you wouldn’t say it like that, Johnny,” Pamela told him. “It’s not real nice.”

“Fuck! Have sex with! Make love to! What does it matter how I say it? You are fucking my friend, who wants to fuck his own mother. That just about sums it up, doesn’t it?”

Pamela held her son’s eyes with hers for a lingering moment, and then in a softer, gentle voice asked her son, “Do you feel the same way about me, Johnny?”

Johnny looked stunned that she had just asked that of him. “Why do you ask?” he replied.

“Freddy said that you did, one time, after we had finished. That’s all.” Pamela quickly gulped down most of her beer before saying, “It’s alright. I’m sorry I asked. He was probably just messing with me, to make me feel better, since he wants his own mom that way.”

Pamela started to rise, but Johnny reached out and took her arm in his hand. She settled back and looked at her son. He was looking very serious now. “What if I do?” he finally asked. “What would you do? What would you say, if I told you that I want to make love to you, my own mother, just like Freddy does, and some of my other friends do?”

“Oh, Johnny,” she moaned. “I don’t know what I’d do. What would I do? What could I do? I love you, as much as your father, maybe even more. I don’t love Freddy. I love you, Johnny.” Before she knew it, she and Johnny were embracing, their lips touching as they fell into a deepening kiss.

Their kiss finally broke and Johnny leaned back into the corner of the sofa. He was grinning up at he, and Pamela felt something exciting building within her chest. Something never before felt. She placed her hand on her son’s denim-covered thigh and said, “I don’t know if this should happen, Johnny. I don’t know why I want this to happen. I love your father, very much. He’s a very good man. He’s just been through so much, and with this injury, he can’t love me anymore, not like he used to.”

“I know, Mom,” Johnny said. His eyes went to her chest then, the deep plunge of her dress giving him a view of her amble cleavage, held in place by a white bra. Her hand stroked up, and then down his thigh, seemingly inching closer to his crotch with every stroke. He felt the grin on his face, wanting to be more serious, and yet feeling as giddy as a teen-ager. Not that he was much older than that. He was only twenty, after all.

Pamela reached up and gently pulled her son’s chin towards her. Their eyes met and she said, “If we do this, we must keep it between ourselves. Is that understood? You father can never know or even suspect a thing. And I don’t want you running around bragging to all of your friends, either!”

Johnny looked deeper into her eyes then, and she saw a change in them, at how he was seeing her. She wasn’t his mother, not in that moment. She was something new, and exciting. She let her hand slip higher, until she felt the bulge of his manhood beneath her hand, encased in the denim of his jeans.

“Will you tell Freddy?” Johnny asked. “Will you stop seeing him?”

“If that’s what you want, I will,” she replied.

“We’ll see,” was his, and then he pulled her face to his, and then his mouth to hers, and kissed his mother deeply once again. As they kissed, she began to unfasten his jeans, and a moment later, she sighed as her hand wrapped around her son’s growing member. She began to pull and tug, and slowly worked herself into a steady rhythm, jacking her son’s cock to full life within seconds.

“That feels good, Mom,” Johnny sighed into her mouth.

“I’m glad you like it,” she replied. She kissed him again, and then pulled back. She was smiling when she asked, “Would you like to play with my tits?”

“Oh, hell yes!” Johnny gasped, and quickly reached into the top of her dress to pull her heavy breasts up and out. He took in the sight of her dark areola and the buds of her nipples. Her tits were soft in his hands and he began to squeeze them.

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It all came to be because the house was full. Children were visiting with their own toddlers and his father had come to visit them. And because the house was full Deepu couldn’t get enough of his wife Paromita. And because he couldn’t get enough he was like an untamed bull.

And that led to the brash decision to fuck on the kitchen floor. The rest of what followed was not known to him.

She was sitting on the kitchen floor, grinding masala for tomorrow’s hilsa fish curry and it was late night. As it is with Bengali households dinner ended late. One by one all the family members went to bed and the lady of the house, after clearing the dishes and putting away things was getting a lead on next day’s intended menu.

She sat on the floor, her saree pulled up naturally and was using the heavy grinding stone on the slab below to make the masala paste for tomorrow. A day in advance not only saved time but also somehow made the mix more pungent and potent.

She would wake her husband early to go get the fish fresh from the first catch. As he came by she opened her mouth to say just that. But he had come not to be told an early morning errand. He had come to see what his Paru was doing. And there she was, dress pulled up and by accident so far up that he could practically see the deep dark recesses where he loved to linger.

“What?” she asked.

“You are looking sexy,” he commented. She knew that remark and its implications. She looked down. Yes, her pallo had slipped and her enormous cleavage was on display. She gingerly held one edge of her saree to pull it up without getting the turmeric on it and smiled at him impishly. “Brat!” she said.

He nodded lower, at her thighs. Soft, plump thighs which he liked to kiss and nibble on his way up to paradise.

She shook her head. There was still work to be done. Not one to help much but wanted it all. Just another day in just another Indian family.

He came and sat next to her and slipped his hand around her bare torso. “Its been days,” he whispered feverishly.

“The house is full,” she replied, going vigorously at the masala causing her breasts to jiggle. He eyed her thirstily.

“But now every one is asleep,” he said letting his hand fall on her bare thigh. It was a test to see if she protested. She was busy but he interpreted that as ‘not a no’.

“Come, lets fuck,” he said, abandoning all shyness for that was the only way this would work.

“Issh!” she said. He slipped his hand further up and gave her a squeeze. He knew that spot and it hit her – she tingled, paused and looked at him. She kissed him open mouthed and went back to her masala grinding. He put his hand on her breast and turned toward her, pressing his hard cock against her thigh.

“Now look at that,” she joked. He rubbed himself harder. “Come on,” he said hoarsely, desperately.

While they were into their 50s, Deepu and Paru’s sex life was doing just fine. Paru remained bogged down by housework and opportunities were few and far between. But when he wanted it, he became daring and they did quite a few adventurous things to find their privacy. The bath, the terrace, the garage and even their car backseat – all had found favor to fuck when his need was at a peak.

Today, it seemed was the turn of the kitchen. The kitchen had never happened before because it was an open plan kitchen and was the riskiest. But today it seemed the only option because of the full house.

She looked at him with some sympathy. He didn’t hassle her much but when he wanted, he really wanted the fuck. And then nothing had ever stopped him. She could see that lust in his eyes and it stirred her loins, too.

She smeared the masala on her hands on the edge of the flat stone she was using. Then she reached for her kitchen cloth and wiped her hands as best as she could. Turning to Deepu she whispered, “We have to as quiet as we can,” a gleam of excitement shone through.

Deepu nodded. He lifted his hips and slid out of his pajamas. His cock leaped out of its lair as he did so. Paru involuntarily licked her lips and hoisting herself on to his legs wiggled up pulling up her saree and the petticoat within. She wore no panties, as was often the case with many Indian housewives around the house. If she wore a bra it was only because there were so many people in the house and the thin cotton fabric of her blouses were insufficient to hide her large brown areolas and nipples at the center.

She slid on to him and when near, reached between to push his cock down with just two of her fingers to align it to her cunt. She winced, unprepared as she was with the lack of foreplay. There was no time and she knew she would juice up in no time at all. Holding him down with those two fingers delicately she inched forward, a picture of concentration.

He too looked down as his cock disappeared into her bushy pubis and then he felt her tight and dry. She wiggled her hips and a moistness lubricated the head. His cock added its own drops illegal bahis of precum and she wiggled and hoisted her on some more. He was now well snagged into her love canal.

She now put her arms around his shoulders and hoisted herself well so that she could slide down on his waiting cock. She sank down on him and they both sighed contently as he embedded in her fully. With practiced ease, they made rowing movements which caused her to slide down and up fluidly and soon a soppy wetness enveloped his cock.

“Paru! I want to feel more of you,” he whispered into her lips.

“How?” she asked fucking him smoothly to achieve a quick end minimizing the risk of discovery.

“Remove your petticoat. I want to feel your skin on mine,” he moaned, as she pleasured him well.

“Look at you!” she teased. “Like a newly wed on his first fuck!”

“Each time I see you I feel like that,” he replied with urgency thrusting harder up into her. She brought her heels on to his back and squeezed the cock, grinding on him.

And then she leaned back giving herself space to unwind the garment and proceeded to lift the petticoat over her head and cast it aside. Her stomach bore all the marks of two pregnancies and years of benign neglect. But Deepu loved that softness against his own belly. He closed the gap ever more and Paru lurched forward back onto him.

A few fucks later it was the turn of the blouse. Hunching his back Deepu tried to suck on her breasts. Large, heavy mammaries they sagged as much from the feeding of her own babies as they did from years of Deepu suckling on them. Thick nipples, a large dark areola around them and the sheer volume of flesh excited her husband no end.

“Remove this!” he begged her.

“Deepu,” she said in an alarmed whisper. “I will have no way to cover myself in time if anyone came here.”

“We are on the floor, somewhat covered by the work shelf,” he said, tugging at the fabric even as he lipped the breasts searching for her nipple.

“Only somewhat,” she hissed. Once again she leaned back, glancing down to see his cock still embedded the visible pillar coated with a whitish mix of fluids. She rapidly undid the hooks and her breasts sagged in their weight now unsupported by the blouse panels. She reached behind and undid the bra clasp letting them fall under their weight only to be caught mid-fall by a grateful and hungry Deepu.

She loved his teasing lips each time and holding his head she luxuriated in his ministrations and fed him for a few moments like he was her child.

And then it was time again to focus on fuck and finish. She put her arms around his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him and began a rhythmic fucking that had the desired effect on him.

As he neared his crisis his eyes were squeezed shut and his face screwed up in concentration as his mind focused on the center of his universe on the head of his cock. A little more and they would normally have stopped to tongue, suck, bite and lick allowing the orgasm to recede and continued to fuck for much longer.

But not tonight. Tonight was one of those quick fuck-to-a-finish.

She let him lean back on his hands. She raised her hips placing her feet on the ground behind him. Squatting, her pussy lips gaped open on his cock. With a flexibility belying her physique she pumped down on his cock in fluid continuous strokes.

It was then that she observed some movement on the stairway beyond. Right on the top stood Deepu’s dad, her father-in-law, watching. The unusual silence had attracted his attention. He knew his daughter-in-law had not finished her duties. But suddenly the sounds of grinding stones, vessels and other households sounds dropped away and he could only hear some possible scuffling sounds.

Deepu was groaning as he was nearing a crescendo. Paru herself was fluidly reaching her own release. She had no choice but to continue and she wondered about how much eh could see from the top of the stairs.

While if they had lain down and fucked they might have got away, because she had hoisted herself and was on her haunches, squatting down and thrusting in a fucking motion she was a lot higher.

Baba could see his daughter-in-law leaning forward, her breasts jiggling as she fucked his son. And she seemed to be seething in pleasure. Deepu was leaning back eyes closed in his own world and he did not notice his wife’s eyes focusing on the stairs, where his father stood.

Nothing was left to her Baba’s imagination as she fucked Deepu to a smooth finish. Her husband spurted into her, lurching forward to hug, hold and clutch in the throes of his orgasm. Paru’s legs once again swept around his hip and she pummeled his ass as she often did to extract every drop of his cum.

“Moni maa!” he groaned, smiling and thrusting. There! That name again! Paru never asked but occasionally in his intensity, eyes closed he called out to this person. It might have been a lover, a woman he had fantasized about but going by the phrase, illegal bahis siteleri probably a woman that he lost his virginity to way back. Whatever.

Meanwhile her eyes were intently locked with his, Paru and her Baba, Deepu’s dad. In her release she let herself go, hugging him tight and after watching the two of them collapse, her father-in-law withdrew back up the stairs.

Next Morning

“My son is very lucky,” said the old man, striking up a deliberate conversation with his daughter-in-law.

“How so?” asked Paru matter-of-factly as she intently sliced the fish.

“What were you doing last night?” asked Baba.

“Grinding masala,” said Paru ignoring the import of the question.

“Grinding, eh?” murmured the old man. He saw his daughter-in-law in a new light. She appeared intensely sexy to him suddenly.

Paru slapped down the fish on the counter vehemently. She knew how to put an end to this. “Nothing that a man and wife do not do Baba!” she said, looking him in the eye. She brushed past him and went to the fridge to bring out the mustard masala mix she had prepared the previous night.

Feeling put down, the old man silently left. Laying the fish slices into the turmeric and salt mix and giving it some time before she proceeded to fry it, Paru turned to the washing basket. As she took out what she recognized her father-in-law’s clothes she spotted the sticky residue of drying cum on his dhoti.

She shook her head, flushed red and put the clothes in to the washing machine and washing her hands a bit more carefully, got back to the fish preparation.

The gravy of mustard, turmeric and red chilly paste was reaching a simmer. She had added two sliced green chillies and now was ready to add the fried fish to the gravy. Fish and fuck, her husband’s two favorites. She could do nothing about the other two “f”‘s he loved – football and fights. Feed him and fuck him and she could get anything from him, she ruminated.

Her sensuous fingers were rinsing the rice for the steamed rice to go with fish curry when he reappeared in the kitchen.

“I need oil to massage on some of my drying skin,” he murmured gently, still smarting from his daughter-in-law’s stinging rebuke.

“Oh yes, Baba!” said Paru spontaneously. She quickly warmed a small bowl of oil and handed it to him. Suddenly she found herself wondering about whether it was drying skin or something else.

Their fingers touched briefly and Paru felt he had lingered on more than necessary.

Lunch was had and as Paru continued with her housework she found one more dhoti in Baba’s clothes basket, one more semi dried wad of cum. What was going on?

And then she started to notice the long, oddly timed times he spent in the bathroom several times since that night. Over the next several times of day and night it was unmistakable. The old man had been masturbating vigorously and she quite sure it was all to do with the indiscretion of she and her husband.

It was worse than confirmed when she chanced upon him with his room door ajar. There were scuffling sounds and grunts and then a loud whisper ‘Paru’. She made bold enough to take a peek and yes, there he was, hands in his lap, head thrown back and seemingly in the throes of a release. She made her quiet exit.

Next Day

He again came for that cup of warmed oil. “The skin is getting coarse,” he said.

“What do you do all the time and putting so many clothes for wash?” she asked, her back to him.

“What a single, old widower does,” he replied, pleased with his sharp if delayed riposte.

She felt suddenly remorseful. She had been cold to him these last couple of days after the kitchen incident. But even that had been their fault not his. When she turned to demonstrate sympathy he was already gone. Quietly.

She made a point of searching out his clothes and sure enough, in the dhoti, the stains of oil and large deposit of cum were there.

Next Day

“Oil”, he said, simply. Communication had dwindled to monosyllables. It was not borne out of any negative emotions on either part. He had started fantasizing about Paru as a lover. His erections had become fiercer and his cumming more copious.

Torn between guilt and desire the old man had withdrawn into himself. He found that his physical abilities were in fact undiminished and his desires much like before. He felt safe, masturbating as he had been for decades now.

It avoided the complications of a woman and the need to explain relationships to his family – as if he had no needs. But what had been adequate in the past proved inadequate to satiate him. In the last few bouts he had achingly called out to Paru, needing the intimate touch and holding of a woman.

She was busy but that was not the real reason for her delayed response to him. The real reason was that she was in two minds. The woman in her was bursting in sympathy. Yes he had been a widower for simply decades. And in their society there canlı bahis siteleri was no space to accommodate these bodily needs, be it a man or a woman.

Any relationship after the spouse died was frowned upon in their genteel classes. And if any one found a way it was discreet enough to not disturb the status quo at least outwardly.

What happened next was predictable for sure and even Paru knew that the step she was about to take could only reach one logical conclusion.

“I will get it to the bath, you go,” she said. She wanted to provide a human touch of comfort to the old man, that’s all. Deep in her mind she very well knew that that was not going to be the end of it. But that is the nature of human tendency – to go forth adventurously.

She knocked on the bathroom door and Baba opened the door with just a small gap as is usual to take the odd forgotten object like a towel or soap.

Boldly Paru pushed it wider. By the time Baba realized what was happening and leaned to block her the door was wide enough for her to push herself partly through. She looked down which was a tactical ploy to let him know that once she had seen him nude there was no point in shutting the door on her.

Not only was he nude but he was erect too. Not only was he erect too, he was large. Paru gasped. He was beautifully endowed and this she felt made the tragedy of his state of need was even more acute.

He looked down at himself and his face went red. He had not shown himself like this to a woman since his wife died.

Paru gently pressed the door father and Baba gave up. She entered and locked the door, fingers on her lips indicating to him to keep quiet.

“I don’t see any dry skin,” she said impishly looking at this broad chest. Quickly she knelt down and took the oil in both her hands. Gently she cupped his scrotum in her open palms and the oil soaked his balls. Then both hands closed on his shaft and gently spread the oil over his massive cock.

It was a beautiful specimen indeed and Paru felt cheated that having married his son the genes had not flowed through in this department. Her hands went around and she twirled and swirled with magical fingers as the oil was massaged into him.

“Where else?” she asked innocently looking up at Baba. The old man had his hand on his daughter-in-law’s head and his own head was thrown back in the pleasure of being touched by someone else.

“Just there,” he whispered. He did not ask her to continue. He did not move forward to her mouth which was tantalizingly close. He did nothing. He just stayed put.

His reply was supposed to mean that nothing further was needed. Paru interpreted it as that being the only point of focus. By this time her mind was in a whirl as between her legs the sluice gates had opened. She was wet and hungry from the idea of lodging this cock in to her cunt.

Two children and incessant fucking later she had a wide open pussy and while Deepu was satisfying in himself, the idea of a being bludgeoned by a large, well endowed man who clearly was very, very virile was tempting.

That the man was her father-in-law offered itself as a solution rather than a problem. She felt more certain about discretion if she kept it to him. But she was not thinking that much right now. Right now, looming in front of her, inches away from her face was the heftiest cock she had ever seen and she was not entirely sure about what to do and how to do it.

He was going to masturbate anyway. “Might as well help him with it,” she thought and put one hand around his cock. She held his ass with her other hand and was now sideways to his hips.

This allowed her to move her hand rapidly as if she was wielding a pestle. She knew how rapid and smooth she would have to be make him cum quickly. She did not have much time. Soon someone would be looking for her and she could not possible emerge from the same bathroom from which her father-in-law might follow her out.

Her hand moved smoothly over the thick shaft and her eyes remained fixated on what was clearly becoming an object of desire for her. As she fisted down the bulbous head bulged and she imagined that deep in her cunt and shivered.

“Sorry baba,” she whispered. “I should not have been so insensitive.”

Insensitive? Here was his sexy, sumptuous daughter-in-law doing something he could not have dreamt of asking of her!

“Oh, no!” he sighed, rocking into the hand in rhythm.

“Achcha, now cum,” she said to him matter-of-factly. “We don’t have enough time.”

“Enough time? Enough for what,” asked the father-in-law. How he wished he was between her legs and not just in her hand.

“Just cum!” she said, squeezing his ass as if milking it.

“I can think of something if we had more time,” ventured Baba.

He looked down and their eyes met. Paru moved her hand rapidly on his cock. This was quickly turning into a race between what she was willing to do and what she and the old man wanted to do. But this was an awkward time of day for her to go missing. She knew there were other times when this might still work. But not right now, when tea and snacks were imminent.

“Cum. Finish,” she urged him, her hand moving in a blur. “I am always there.”

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“We may not have as long as last time to shower, looks like there’s a line for hot water.” I warned Mandy as we got closer.

“I thought you might be needing a cold shower, Wayne, judging from the tent in your shorts!”

“I might need a cold shower; but your hot body would take better care of me. We’ve got plenty of time to kill today.”

She giggled and we headed for the unheated showers instead of the ones with really hot water. Taking a “cold” outdoor shower in Oklahoma in late June isn’t much of an inconvenience, there’s only a few degrees difference between the water on both sides. We found an open spot and slipped in, quickly dropping our clothes (what little bit there was) on the bench along the side wall. The slightly cool water felt great, rinsing off the dust and sweat from a busy night. The cool water did have the effect of causing Mandy’s nipples to stand at attention which made me lean forward to suck the drops off. We soaped up and used our bodies to spread the suds all over each other; I paid special attention to her soft round ass, sliding my stiff dick between them. We were both moaning loudly, drawing laughs and comments from the shower stall next to us.

“What’s going on over there, sounds like a party getting started?” Asked a woman’s voice.

“He’s just trying to get some more playing with my butt. He’s not getting anymore of THAT this morning!”

The laughter of two voices made me think of being watched or watching someone else getting some. I whispered into Mandy’s ear asking if we should invite our neighbors over. She responded by grinding her ass against me and clinching her checks illegal bahis around my cock.

“Hey, brother, you guys wanna come over and join us, there’s plenty of room in here?” Was the question a male voice asked us before I could say the same thing?

We disentangled ourselves, grabbed our towels and clothes and stepped out of our shower and into the one next door. We were treated to the sight of a tall, long haired dude with lots of ink standing under the showers stream and a short plump redhead knelling in front of him eagerly sucking his dick. My hands went to Mandy’s boobs and I slipped my still erect slippery cock between her check again. The guy waved at us and the lady on her knees took her mouth off him long enough to get a good look at us before she resumed her assault on what looked like a cock a bit longer than mine. Mandy moaned again and asked me to rinse off mine because she was ready for some sausage for breakfast. We all laughed at that and I stepped under the shower to clean the soap off of my dick. The redhead watched as we duplicated the actions they were doing. Mandy slowly deep throated my cock while massaging my balls. The tall guy slipped his dick free and sat on the bench along the wall out of the showers spray and pulled the girl onto his lap facing us as he slipped into her pussy. A groan escaped her lips as he reached around and started playing with her and the soft red fuzz on her mound.

We were able to watch them screwing only a few feet away, but I wanted to get my hands on Mandy’s pussy before I exploded in her mouth. She backed off of me, we both sat on the bench opposite the new couple, my hand found her clit and I spread her lips to keep a finger or two on the slippery button. After a couple minutes my hand was soaking in her juice and I thought she might be close to cumming, I know I was. We were watching her ride him and the sounds were making me think they were both close. Suddenly she clinched her legs together, closed her eyes tightly and let out a moan that illegal bahis siteleri must have been a great orgasm. I tweaked Mandy’s clit as the other lady relaxed with her eyes still closed and she rewarded me with a fresh supply of jism from her cunt as she came, too. He stopped thrusting into her as she came down and held her against his chest to keep her from collapsing off the bench. After she got her composure back she slipped off his lap, kissed him and started to give him a very slow hand job using her juice as lube. Mandy mimicked her action and began jacking me in rhythm with the redhead.

“Baby, are you going to shoot all over for me?” The redhead asked as she gave a few fast hard strokes to his cock.

“Me too, Wayne, I want you load all over my tits!” And Mandy started stroking me faster, too.

That must have been the magic phrase as both I and the tall dude shot loads at nearly the same moment. I relaxed and nearly slid off the bench. Mandy’s tits were covered in my cum, she gathered a drop on a finger and licked it clean while watching our new friends to see what they’re reaction would be. The redhead smiled and leaned over to slip his cock into her mouth removing her lips to show the now clean head. We were both still sporting partial hard-ons; but I was till surprised when I heard the redhead ask:

“That one looks like it still ready for some more and I know Mike can go again, want to swap dicks for a while?”

“Sure I like the look of his dick, maybe a little longer than Wayne” she said giving me a tug “but this one’s nice and thick!”

The girls trade places and all Mike and I could do was sit back and enjoy the new mouths and hands on our cocks. The plump redhead had fantastic tits and I managed to get my hands on them while she sat next to me alternating between stroking my dick and leaning forward to lick and suck the head. It was a treat to watch Mandy going to work on the other cock, I’d only been with her for two days but I knew how good she was and how canlı bahis siteleri much she liked new experiences. Must have been by an unspoken agreement that there was not going to be any penetration during this swap, both girls were really going after the new cocks at their disposal. Seeming to be determined to get both Mike and me to cum again as soon as possible they both wanted to see what the other was doing and still work the cum from us. The redhead’s skills in handling a dick had me struggling to control my orgasm in only a few minutes she sensed I was getting close and varied the pace to keep me on the edge.

“Wayne, honey, how close are you? I want to see both you guys shooting at the same time again!” Mandy gave the dick in her hands a couple fast strokes and the squeezed the base.

“Me too, guys, I want you both cumming at the same time. I need to taste you both!”

She stroked me quickly and squeezed me; too, knowing it was almost time. Both girls started stroking again watching each other and judging how close we were.

“That’s it I’m there, squeeze it off and wait for Wayne!”

“Me too keep going I’m cumming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Both of our cocks sent steams of cum arcing into the air. Mandy reacted first catching Mike’s second blast on her tits. The redhead slipped my cock into her mouth just as my second blast escaped; she swallowed it and let the rest fly and then ooze down her hand. Mandy repeated her action of gathering a scoop of cum on a finger and slowly licking it clean.

“Yum, fresh cum in the morning. And a new flavor, too.”

Mike and the redhead got under the shower for a quick rinse and waved as they stepped out of the stall. We followed a few minutes later, clean and refreshed. Walking back downhill to the camp we laughed because we’d just had a great time with two strangers and never got the redheads name. Back at camp it was time to head off to get Mandy back to the airport. We got her stuff packed up and strapped on, as we turned out I saw Crazy Jerry and asked him to tell Tony that I’d be back for my gear later.

“So, what do you think about bike rallies?” I asked.

“Are they always this much fun?”

“Not always this much, depends on who’s here and who you’re with!”

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Geçen mektubumda kızım deryanın arkadaşı gülle olan ilişkimizi ve onun tavsıyelerıne uyarak banyo kapı anahtarını degıştırerek kapalı olan anahtar delıgı yerıne normal acık kılıt takacagımdan bahsetmıştım. Gülün gttıgı o sabah hemen bu ışı yaptıktan sonra derya baba ışın bıttıyse banyoya gırecegım dıye seslendıgınde tabı kızım gırebılırsın bende senden sonra duş alacagım terledım dedım.

Banyoya gırdı hemen kapı anahtar delıgıne yöneldım offf oldugu gıbı ıçersı gözüküyordu alafranga tuvalet ve duşluk tam karşıdaydı gul söylemese hıç aklıma gelmeyecektı bu olay. kızım elbisesini çıkartmaya başladıgında heyecanım artmaya başlamış sıkım dımdık olmuştu.

17 Yasındakı seksı kızım arkası dönük sadece kıloduyla kaldıgında o mınık kılod nefıs bıçımlı kalçaları ve götünü sarmış yan dönmesıylede taş gıbı dımdık küçük portakal buyuklugundekı memelerı gözükmüştü. Sonra kılodunuda ındırıp duşluga girince karşımda o şahane tüysüz agdalı badem amını görünce nefesim tutuldu sankı.

Ona sanırım gullerde kaldıgında gül babasını banyo yaparken seyrettırdıgını sonra babasına kese yapmak ıçın ıçerı gırdıgınde nasıl sevıstıklerını kızıma seyrettırmış olan arkadası bizim bu banyodada aynı şeyin olabilecegını ve bana bunu yaptıracagınıda söylemişti sanırım zaten kılıdı degiştırırken gözlerı parlamıştı kızımın.

Bu yüzden banyo kapısının anahtarını bıle sankı ıcerıyı rahat görmemı saglamak ıçın ıyıce yana cevırmış ıyı bır göruntu saglamamı temın etmıştı, yanı onu seyredecegımı bılıyordu sankı veya arkadası gül ona söylemiş olabilirdi.

Vucudunu sabunlayıp memelerını ve kayısı buyuklüğündeki küçük amını okşaması benim o anda elime boşalmamla bel sularımın akmasıyle son buldu. Onu seyrederken bu kadar zevk aldıgıma göre dokandıgımda öpüp okşayıp kokladıgımda kimbılır ne kadar zevk alacaktım.

Bıraz sonra banyodan çıkan kızım babacım sende gır rahatlarsın hava çok sıcak deyınce ısrarla benım banyo yapmamı ıstemesının sebebını anlıyordum dün gece arkadaşı gülü balkonda o nefis götünden sikerken gızlıce bizi seyreden kızım yaragımı daha yakından görmek doyasıya seyretmek ıstıyordu.

Banyoya gırdım ve soyunarak duşluga geçtım. Benı seyrettıgını hıssedıyordum kızımın hafıf sikımın dıbındekı çıkan kılları cıletle temızledıkten sonra deryanın bıraz evvel çıkarmış oldugu kılodu gözume ilişti çamaşır makınesının üzerınde sankı özellıkle bırakılmış olan bu beyaz mınık kılodu aldım am kısmı sararmış olan kılodu koklayıp yalamaya başladıgımda sıkım kazık gıbı olmuştu.

Ohhh ne kadar güzel bir kokusu ve tadı vardı deryamın amının kıloda sınmış olan bu kokuyu içime çekerken yaragımı sabunlu köpükle okşamanın verdiği zevkle çıkan şapur şupur sesleri ve bu görüntüyü kapı arkasından seyreden kızım şu anda eminim amını okşamaktaydı.

Kendimi tutamayıp tekrar boşaldım duşlugıun içine sonra kızımın kıloduyla am ve göt kısmına gelen kısmıyle yaragımı silerek temizledim belki sonra gelıp baktıgında babasının yaragından çıkan ve onu dünyaya getiren menimin tadını merak etmiş olacagını düşündüm. Ve sonra duşumu alıp çıktım banyodan.

Mutfakta yemek hazırlayan deryaya akşama ne yemegı yapacaksın kızım dediğimde bu gece patlıcan oturtma yiyelim baba canım çekti saat 12 de gülle internette chat le muhappet edecegız okul arkadaslarımda belkı katılacak

sonra sana yemek sitesinden ögrenip yapacagım ne dersin canın isterse yapalım yoksa başka yemek düşünürüz dediğinde tamam iyı olur patlıcan oturtma ve yanında salata ve cacık birazda rakı ohh bu gece ziyafet var desene kızım deyıp mutfakta bulaşık yıkamaya çalışan kızımın götünü avuçlayarak kocaman kız olmuşta babasına yemek yapacakmış fıstıgım derken sikim yıne kalkmıs deryada tabı buyudum ya baba hala bana bebek gözüylemi bakıyorsun derken elimle bıraz daha götünü okşarken sen her zaman benım bebegımsın kızım dedım.

Poposunu okşamamdan sanırım oda zevk aldıgını tahmin etmek gözlerının ıçının parlamasından bellı oluyordu. Hazırlanıp çıktım aklıma bıraz sonra deryanın ınternete chate gırecegı geldı ve onun kullandıgı nıkı ve gırdıgı kanalı bildiğimden dışardan bir internet kafeden onunla sanalseks yapmak geldı aklıma benı tanıyamazdı degışık bır ısımle gırdıkten sonra nerden bılecektı onlara sürprız olsun dıye eşıme ve deryaya gızlıce bılgısayar dersı aldıgımı söylememıştım.

Dışardakı ışlerımı telefonla hallettıkten sonra netkafeye gıdıp chate gırdım evet tahmın ettıgım gıbı kızım chatteydı. Nıkını görüp tıkladım ensesbabayım nıkıyle gırdıgımden ılgısını çekmış olmalıkı cevap verdı

Hemen bana kızına mı ılgı duyuyorsun dediğinde evet ama artık oda ıstedıgı ıçın 1 yıldır oral ve anal seviştığımızı söylerken onu zevke getırmıştım. Bana kendisınınde babasını arzuladıgını fakat korktugunu ama bugun babasının onu banyoda seyrettıgını sonrada kendısının babasını seyrederken kılodunu nasıl koklayıp yaladıgını anlatınca ona sen neyaptın o zaman dedim.

Nette bana bende amımı okşadım 2 sefer babamı seyrederken orgazm oldum sonrada babam mutfakta popomu okşadı şakayla karışık dıye anlatırken heyecandan tıtrıyordum. Baban istese sıktırırmısın kendını derya dıye sordum.

Tabi neden olmasın arkadaşımı sıkerken ızledım onları o kadar zevklıydıkı zaten annemı sikerkende geçen yıl ızlemış o koca yaragı ıçımde olmasını ne kadar arzulamıştım demezmı.

Annen evde yok galıba dıye sordugumda evet dedemlerde hafta sonları cuma akşamından gidip pazartesi sabahı işe onlardan gidiyor bu akşam ve yarın akşam babamla evde yalnızız deyınce bende o zaman degerlendir bu 2 günü ve geceyi onu tahrık et.

Kısa ertek giy sütyen takma fırıkık ver gece televızyon seyrettıgınde onu karşısına denk gelen bır yerde uzan uyuyormuş gıbı yatarak heryerını sergıle bazende kucagına gıt otur babanın dedim evet bu gece hepsını deneyecegim hatta babam gece yemekte rakısını ıçerken ona eşlık edecegım deyınce bende o zaman aklıma ne geldı bak cep telefonun varsa babanla yemekte içkı ıçerrken caktırmadan ev telefonunu caldır

kadehın dolu oldugu zaman telefona bakmak ıçın babanın gıtmesını bekle ve o esnada ıçkı bardagını dök ama o fark etmesın içti zannetsın seni bıraz sonra tekrar babana rakı doldurt kendıne tekrar masanın altından caldırt ev telefonunu tabi baban acaba sapıkmı dıye yıne onu gönder telefona bakması ıçın bu sefer rakı bardagının 3/2 sını çogunu dökerek su ilave edip doldur beyaz oldugundan baban anlamaz ama hem sen rahat içersin çok hafıf olur hemde baban senin iyice sarhoş olduguna ınanır

ama bundan sonra rol yapması senin zaten yemege oturmadan evvel en seksi geceliğini giyipte otur sütyensiz sonra çok sarhoş oldugunu ya kusarsam baba başım çok dönüyor yanında yatayımmı deyip uyuklamaya başla o senin sabaha kadar uyanamıyacagını düşünerek cesaretlenip neler yapacaktır sana kımbılır sende bu zevkı sonuna kadar tadacaksın ama uyudugunu hıssettırerek zaten kadınlar uykudabile yaragı yıyınce zevk alıorlar kızım dedim.

Bana teşekkür ettiğini bundan sonra benim sanal babamın ben olacagımı ve tavsıyelerımı tutacagını söyleyerek yarın akşam saat 5-6 arası nette buluşup bu gece yaşadıklarını anlatacagını söyleyip vedalaşarak ayrılmadan önce varsa bana babakız ilişkisını gösteren resım yollamamı ve emaıl adresını verınce benım daha evvelden kendı maılımde olan 8-10 babakız sıkış resımlerınden yolladım

resımlere bakıp bana teşekkur ederken bu gece babam benı böyle sıksın dıye söylerken bende babanın yerınde olsam bu gece senı götünden sıkerdım muhakkak onun ıçın yatak odasında komıdının üzerınde tesadufmüş gıbı unutulmuş gibi bir krem bırak yüz kremı bile olur baban onu görünce muhakkak yaragına ve götüne sürerek öyle yumuşatıp sıkecektır seni derya dedim byby laşıp ertesı gün nette görüşmek üzere ayrıldık.

Kafeden çıkıp tatlıcıya gittim kuvvetli tatlılar ve cerezciden badem fındık aldım sonrada eczaneden viagra almak aklıma geldi zaten bir gece evvel kızımın arkadaşı gülü sabaha kadar 3 sefer sikmem sonra kızımı banyo yaparken seyrederken boşalmam dan dolayı viagra ile bu gece daha da güçlü olacagımı ve belimin geç gelecegini tahmin ederek o güzelim fıstıgımı okşayıp yalarken internette dediklerimi tatbik ederse bu işin çok kolay ve rahat olacagını sabaha kadar o badem ama ve göte doyacagımı düşünmek hayal etmekle bir an evvel akşamın olmasını istıyodum.

Nıhayet hava kararmış eve gitme saatım gelmıştı. Büyük bir şişe soguk rakı ve mezelerimıde alarak eve vardım. kızım kapıda yıne super kısa bır etekle benı karşıladı hoşgeldın babacık derken yanakla dudak arası bır öpucuk verdı.

Terledıgımı duş alacagımı söyledım banyoya gırdım kılodunu yıkamış küçük tasda duruyordu sonra tuvalete oturdum bır ara gece karanlık oldugundan anahtar deliğine baktıgımda holun ışıgı gözüküyordu ama sonra bırden karaltı oldu tahmın ettıgım gıbı yıne benı seyredıyordu deryam yaragım kalktı ve okşamaya başladım tertemız yaragım ve taşaklarımı seyreden kızımın amı sulanmıştı sanırım bu gece yalayacaktım o amı götü sonra kalkıp mutfaga gittim. kızım baba bende üzerime hafif bır şey gıyeyım çok sıcak deyıp odasına gıttıgınde onu heyecanla beklerken bende kısa kilodsuz gıydıgım önü düğmelı sortumla üzerim çıplak onu beklıyordum….. Devamını 3 mektubumda gönderecegım. Görüşmek uzere

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