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I woke the next morning with a warm body wrapped in my arms. I slowly opened my eyes, and Alyssa’s blond hair answered my first question.

Her ass was pressed into my groin, and I realized that I was already hard, my throbbing shaft nestled between her cheeks.

I lifted my head, looking for Lisa. I heard her voice coming down the hall towards the bedroom.

“Yeah, I know,” she said into the cordless phone. She walked into the bedroom and put her finger to her lips, mouthing ‘Shhhhhhhhhh’.

“Well, don’t worry Lana, as soon as he’s up I’ll send him home,” she said, smiling. She listened for a few seconds.

“Okay, well maybe I’ll make him breakfast before I get him back to you,” she paused again. “Okay, sounds good. Have fun.” She hung up and threw the phone on the bed.

“Well, look who’s awake,” she said, jumping on the bed beside me. I heard Alyssa moan quietly.

“So, how’s the stallion feeling this morning?” Lisa asked me, nestling in behind me. I was now the meat in their sandwich. It was a pretty great thing to be.

I was going to turn to answer her when I felt Alyssa’s hand reach down and grab my cock. With little ceremony, she rubbed it along her slit, and then started pushing it inside her. There was some initial dryness, then unbelievable wetness. She let go and grabbed my ass, pulling me inside her in one thrust.

“Jesus, are you fucking her?” Lisa asked, propping herself up to see. She pulled the covers back and poked her head over me. Alyssa’s leg was raised, and Lisa had a great view of my cock spreading her pussy lips.

“Fuck me, that’s hot,” Lisa said. Alyssa had not said a word yet, but was pushing back against me as I pushed in and out of her.

I felt a hand on my ass, and then Lisa’s fingers were stroking my balls. She leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“Are you going to cum inside her again?” she asked. I groaned. I wasn’t sure how much of this I could take. These girls were likely to kill me before too long.

“Do it,” Lisa said. “”Bury that fucking cock in her pussy and fill her with your cum.” Alyssa gasped, and I noticed that her hand was working between her legs. I felt Lisa’s hand leave my balls and gently caress my ass. She ran a finger down the crack between my cheeks, and then I felt her finger running along my dripping shaft.

As I began fucking Alyssa with earnest, I felt Lisa’s finger trail back and come to rest on my ass. I froze, paralyzed as I felt her finger tease my ass. Alyssa, unhappy with my stoppage, started pushing back at me.

Alyssa started to moan loudly, signaling her impending orgasm. Despite my state of confusion, I felt the familiar feeling start in my balls. As Alyssa came, I came, breaking my paralysis. I grabbed Alyssa’s hips, pushing all the way inside her.

I came for what felt like minutes, and as my pulsing cock slowed, I slowly turned on my back, my cock pulling out of Alyssa.

“Holy shit,” I heard her say. I looked down and saw a river of cum flowing from her pussy, over her thigh and onto the bed. “That was a lot of fucking cum,” she said, reaching down to try and stem the flow.

Lisa was smiling at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Then she punched me playfully in the stomach.

“Come on, stud,” she said. “We need to shower and then I’ll make you breakfast.” She hopped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, motioning for me to follow.

We had a lazy shower, washing each other gently and only somewhat erotically. As she washed my crotch, I felt myself growing hard yet again. She laughed.

“My god, you really are a stallion, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Just with you,” I said. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve performed like this.” It was true. Twice a night was certainly possible, and sometimes again in the morning, but I could not remember twice the next morning.

As Lisa’s hand gripped my growing cock, the shower door opened and Alyssa stepped in. Without speaking, she wedged herself between me and Lisa and gently pushed me out the door. I took the hint, toweled off and went to lie on the bed.

I heard the girls giggling in the shower, and my waning erection was back at full strength. I resisted the urge to touch myself. My patience was rewarded about five minutes later.

Both girls came out of the bathroom, stark naked. They walked to the side of the bed and stood there. I stared at their perfect bodies. Their taut, flat stomachs; firm, illegal bahis round breasts; slim hips and smooth legs; it was enough to drive one crazy.

“So,” Lisa said. “Do you want to make us breakfast first, or should we make you breakfast?” I was a little confused, but I decided that chivalry would be the best course of action.

“I guess I’ll make you breakfast,” I said, moving to get up. Lisa stopped me before I could stand, and the two girls hopped onto the bed. They sat against the headboard, their knees raised, legs spread.

“Okay, then,” Alyssa said. “Make us breakfast.” It took me a minute to figure it out. I was making them my breakfast. I smiled.

“Who’s first?” I asked.

We spent the next hour dining on each other. After I had eaten the girls to two orgasms each, they spent a painfully long time sucking and licking every inch of my cock and balls. I came in Alyssa’s mouth, and then watched as she kissed Lisa, passing my sperm to her.

As Lisa and I lounged on the bed, Alyssa got dressed and left rather quickly. Before leaving, she gave both Lisa and I long, deep kisses. She left without another word.

“So,” Lisa said. “You must have some questions.” She was grinning at me.

“Yeah, a couple,” I said, grinning back. Truthfully, I wasn’t going to press the issue; it would seem a little crazy to be given the gift of two such goddesses and then question why it had happened. But since Lisa had offered, I decided to take her up.

“Okay, I’ll tell you everything,” she said, getting off the bed. “Over breakfast. Real breakfast.” She pulled on her jeans and a t-shirt, with no underwear or bra.

“C’mon,” she said, throwing my jeans at me. “I’m buying.”

We went to a diner about halfway between her and my houses. I had been there before and we grabbed a booth in the back. It was after the morning rush and before the afternoon crowd, so the place wasn’t too busy. There was nobody within earshot.

We sat down, and the waitress came by with coffee almost immediately. We ordered, and I realized I was famished. Lisa and I both ordered enough food for 2. As soon as the waitress was gone I asked her the question that had been on my mind since last night.

“So, obviously Alyssa knows about us,” I said.

“Yeah, obviously,” Lisa replied. That was it.

“Well?” I asked.

“Well, what?” she answered.

“Are you going to tell me?”

“Yes,” she said. “But I’m going to make you ask the questions. I’ll answer anything you ask me.”

“Okay,” I said. This could be fun or it could be annoying. Considering the fun we had had recently, I decided to give my sister the benefit of the doubt.

“So how did Alyssa find out about us?” I asked.

“I told her,” Lisa said, blowing on her coffee.

“I see,” I said, sipping my own coffee. “And it seems you two are lovers?”

She smiled. “We like to fuck each other,” she said. “But we’re not gay. Well, I guess we’re bi.”

“How did that happen?” I asked. She took a sip of coffee and started talking.

“About 5 years ago, she started trying to sneak peaks at you when you were changing, or coming out of the shower. I told you she used to watch you from the attic; I didn’t tell you that I showed her. I used to watch you too.

“Okay, fuck the questions,” she went on. “I’ll just tell you. One night, we were sitting around drinking and smoking up a bit. We used to do that a lot on weekends, just the two of us. This night, she was agitated. She wasn’t really upset, just on edge. After about half an hour of hounding her, I got her to tell me what was going on.

“She made me promise not to tell anybody, and then she told me she was fucking an older man. She told me that initially he took her unwillingly, but since then she had come to crave the encounters. She had been having sex with him almost every day for months.

“She stopped for a few minutes, looking at me, like she was unsure she wanted to take the next step. Part of me knew what to expect.

“‘It’s my dad,’ she said. I was stunned. I felt like I needed to console her, but when I tried she laughed me off.

“‘I’m not telling you because I want help,’ she said. ‘I’m telling you because I think it’s the hottest fucking thing ever and I’ve been dying to tell somebody.’

“She spent the next half hour telling me all the things her dad did to her, and how much she loved them. She knew it was wrong, and that illegal bahis siteleri she should feel ashamed, but she didn’t. She and her dad loved each other, and that made the sex so much more powerful.

“As she told me more and more about her relationship, I found myself thinking about you. The way she described the power of the coupling made me decide then and there to try to seduce you.” She stopped as the waitress came by with our food. We both started eating, and she kept the story going between bites.

“When she was done telling me the details, I realized that I was so incredibly horny. You had just gotten home from hockey, and I knew you’d be showering. I was dying to go up to my secret spot in the attic, but with Alyssa there I couldn’t.” I used to play hockey on Friday or Saturday nights, and would usually get home at about 1am, so late night showers were the norm.

“Alyssa heard you come in,” she said. “She started talking about how much she wanted to fuck you, and how she’d kill to watch you shower. The combination of the booze, pot and sex talk got the better of me, and I told her about the spot in the attic.

“Before I knew it, we were both up there, watching you. It was a good night, because after you finished washing, you grabbed your cock and started jerking off. Alyssa and I were both in t-shirts and panties, and as we watched I noticed her hand was in her panties. I had never before been interested in other women sexually, but at that point, I could not stop myself. I reached out, pulled her hand out of her panties and replaced it with mine.

“We watched you masturbate, and as you came all over the tub, Alyssa came all over my hand. She was so loud I was worried you might have heard her. After she came, we went back to my room and spent the night exploring each other. We were both virgins when it came to women, but we managed to figure it out.” Even though I had already cum twice, my cock was fully engorged right now.

“The pattern repeated itself for a while, until you moved out. After that, we still got together to fuck, we just didn’t get to watch you shower.

“After a while, I started talking to her about you. I confessed my fantasy, and we started trying to formulate a plan that would let me seduce you. Sadly, none of those plans worked, and it took almost 5 years for my wish to come true.

“The other thing we did during all that time was watch a lot of porn. She helped me put together the fantasies that I’ve got. And I’ll tell you, if you think last night was as good as it can get, believe me, there’s more to come.” She smiled at her own play on words.

“There’s going to be more to come in about 10 seconds,” I said. “I can’t believe you just said all that.”

She was grinning ferociously. “I’m so wet I think there’s a wet spot on my pants.” She grabbed her napkin, and I watched as she undid her pants and slid it inside. “It’s better than nothing,” she said, winking.

I was still somewhat in shock that this incredibly hot, sex-starved woman was my little sister. She caught me shaking my head.

“What,” she said, doing up her pants.

“I’m just amazed,” I said. “I had no idea that you were so…” I paused, looking for the right word.

“Loose? Easy? Dirty?” she said, laughing.

“No, no, no,” I said. “So, sexual, I guess. Every guy dreams about a girl like you, one who is aggressive and submissive and loves to experiment and basically loves sex. Somehow, I’ve found two of them.”

She laughed. “Well, you can thank Alyssa for my sexual awakening. If it wasn’t for her, I never would have realized that being this sexual was not only okay, but actually pretty normal.

“When we first started talking and fooling around, it became clear that she wasn’t holding anything back. She told me everything, and I slowly started to open up to her. I can’t explain the feeling of liberation, knowing you can tell a person your deepest, darkest desires without fear of judgment. In fact, it’s the complete opposite; the more we share our desires and fantasies, the hotter we get. We have our best sex after talking about some pretty depraved things.” This piqued my curiosity.

“Oh, yeah? I asked. “Like what?” I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear what was more depraved than having a threesome with your brother and best friend.

“Never you mind,” she replied. “I have to save some of the good stuff for later, right? Anyway, part of canlı bahis siteleri the point of everything I told you is that I want you to feel with me like I feel with her. I want to be the one person you can tell anything too, no matter how sick you think it might be.”

I looked at her, feeling a little uncertain. I definitely had thoughts in my head, but they were not the kind of thoughts I ever thought I’d share. I still wasn’t sure. She sensed my uncertainty.

“I’m not saying right now,” she said. “But hopefully you’ll get to feel comfortable enough to get there. And I promise, the darker the fantasies, the hotter it will make everything.”

“I’m not sure I can handle things any hotter,” I said. My cock was throbbing painfully against my jeans. I was desperate to cum, despite my recent performance.

“I think you’ll be fine,” she said, throwing money on the table. “Now let’s get you home before Lana starts to worry.”

We left the diner, and as we walked towards her car, she threw me the keys.

“I’m driving?” I asked.

“Yep,” she said. “I’ve got something to take care of.” I opened her door for her and she slid into the passenger seat. I walked around to the driver’s side, and by the time I had my door open, she had her pants around her ankles.

“Now make sure you keep your eyes on the road,” she said. Her left hand had already snaked down to her pussy, and she was rubbing her clit.

I started the car. As I pulled out of the parking spot, I almost drove into a car double parked in front of us.

“See?” she said, grinning. “Keep your eyes on the road, not on me.” She gasped and arched her back a bit. I felt like I was going to cum in my pants.

“Here’s the deal,” she said. “If you can get us back to your place before I cum, I’ll fuck you. If not, then you’ll have to jerk off. But you better hurry, because I’m almost there.”

I drove as fast as I thought safe. I tried my best not to look over, but Lisa was making it hard. She would grunt and gasp, and whisper things that I could barely hear. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled into my driveway. I put the car in Park just as my sister started bucking beside me.

“Fuck, that was good,” she said. “But I guess you win. Come on, we don’t have a lot of time.” She pulled her pants up and ran out of the car to the front door. By the time I reached her, she had managed to get the spare key and open the door. She ran into the house, shedding her pants in the front hall.

I closed and locked the door, suddenly terrified that Lana might be home. I followed Lisa to the kitchen.

She had leaned over the kitchen table, and was propped on her elbows. Her legs we together, her upper thighs framing her plump, dripping pussy lips. My heart was racing.

“Jesus,” I whispered. “What about Lana?”

“Don’t worry,” she said. “She went out for brunch with some girlfriends. She won’t be home for another 20 or 30 minutes.” She wiggled her ass at me.

“So get over here and fuck me. And hurry.” My pants were off before she finished ‘hurry’. I stood behind her and placed my head at her drenched entrance. With one push I was all the way inside her. I realized that I was going to cum almost immediately.

I pulled out and pushed back in, and felt myself already pass the point of no return. I groaned as I shot my cum into her, and she moaned contentedly. I kept moving in and out until my orgasm finally subsided. My cum and her juices had spilled out and made a rather large puddle on the floor. As I pulled out, another large glob of cum fell to the floor with a loud ‘plop’.

My sister didn’t move, and I stared at her pussy. My cum was dripping out of her, some falling to the floor, and the rest running down her legs. It was an unbelievable sight.

The sound of a car door broke my trance.

“Shit,” I said. “Lana’s home.” Lisa grabbed her jeans and pulled them on. She looked down at the crotch, which was visibly wet. I was grabbing paper towels to clean up the mess on the floor.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she said. She ran to the fridge, grabbed a container of juice and poured some into a glass. She sat at the table where we had just finished fucking, and poured half the juice onto her lap. She put the glass on the table and knocked it over.

The effect was perfect. Lana opened the front door just as Lisa shrieked. Lana rushed in and we all laughed at Lisa’s clumsiness. Lisa toweled herself off, said some quick goodbyes and was gone.

As I finished cleaning up the mess, Lana and I talked about my night. I assured her I was completely surprised and had a great time. More surprised than she’ll ever know, I thought to myself.

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“Erin, I have to go — my doorbell just rang.” The blathering on the other end of the phone continued, and Lisa shook her head, aware Erin could not see her. Lisa peered through the peephole and her eyes widened. “No, really, I am hanging up now, it looks like it’s the mailman and he’s holding up something that looks like I have to sign for it. Gotta go!” Lisa clicked the off button and set the phone down, turning the ringer off as she did, and opened the door.

Jason was propping the screen door open with his body, and it was his turn to have widened eyes as Lisa pulled the door open. “I didn’t know if you’d be home. Can I come in?” Lisa stepped back to allow him entrance, and once inside, she closed the door and locked it behind him. “It’s a little cold outside.” Jason was aware he was rambling slightly, but the sight of Lisa — even in a worn t-shirt and ragged jeans — made him catch his breath.

Lisa grabbed his hand and led him to the couch, where she pushed him down gently. “I can think of ways to warm you up” she said, then moved to straddle him. She was right — her body heat assaulted his senses, and his skin tingled with a feeling other than cold. She carefully cupped his face in her hands; then lowered her head to claim his lips for a kiss. Her legs folded under her and she rested her bottom in his lap, trapping his hips between her thighs.

Jason moved his hands to cup her butt cheeks, one in each hand, as he deepened the kiss. Startled, he pulled away and looked into her eyes. They were smoky and slightly glazed, and he felt his arousal begin. “You’re not wearing any underwear.” He was illegal bahis very matter of fact, certain he was right. He ran his fingers inside the waistband of the worn jeans and with a slight pressure, began to pop the front buttons loose.

Lisa climbed off him, the front of the jeans peeking open slightly, and issued her challenge. “Are you sure? Do you want to check and see if you’re right?” There was a teasing tone to her voice, kind of a school yard taunt. Jason leaned forward and with a sharp pull, the rest of the buttons came through the soft denim and he slipped the jeans down her very shapely legs. She stepped out of them as they pooled at her feet. Jason rested his hands on her thighs and looked up at her.

“Yep, you are definitely not wearing any underwear.” Daring, he reached forward with one finger and touched the smooth cleft between her legs. He expected it to be warm and possibly moist, and was unprepared for the ease with which his finger slid between her hot, wet lips.

Lisa pulled him to a standing position, unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, and slid them and his boxers off. It happened so quickly, Jason could do little else than mindlessly step out of them as she pushed him back onto the couch. His erection sprang free as Lisa resumed her earlier position, climbing on to the couch to trap Jason again between her thighs, as she answered.

“Guess what?” She slowly rubbed her body down his and impaled herself on his cock, sinking slowly until he was completely engulfed in her hot, tight pussy, and she could feel his hairs tickling her clit. “Neither are you!” she whispered in illegal bahis siteleri his ear, as she started to slowly remove herself, pulling off until only the tip remained nestled at the entrance to her body, then sank down again, allowing him the full feel of her stretching to accommodate him. She leaned forward and began to nibble his ear as she continued the slow, torturous movement. Every so often, on the downslide, she would rotate her hips a little, adding to the tingling already running through Jason’s body.

Jason turned his head to capture Lisa’s lips with his, and cupped her now bare buttocks in his hands. He took over the rhythm, using his hands to raise and settle her on his cock, and imitated the motion obscenely with his tongue in her mouth. Jesus, he thought, I can’t take too much more of this as he felt a rush of warmth and suddenly, it was easier to slide in and out of Lisa. He released her mouth and used his to worry her nipples through the fabric of her thin t-shirt, realizing she wasn’t wearing a bra, either. Lisa’s breathing became erratic and she grasped Jason’s shoulders with her hands.

The space between their bodies allowed him freedom to increase the speed at which he was thrusting into her, and admire the way her nipples protruded at the wet spots on the t-shirt. He looked at Lisa’s face, only to realize she was looking down, where his massive cock was slipping in and out easily. Her eyes had clouded and her voice was husky when she spoke.

“I like to watch, Jason. It turns me on even more!” Her words cut off as she caught her breath and began breathing and slightly canlı bahis siteleri moaning in a jerky pattern, which became more erratic as Jason freed one hand for a moment to brush her clit, which was now out of the hood completely and throbbing. He felt his own orgasm approach, and used his free arm to crush Lisa to him, splaying his hand across her lower and middle back, still controlling the tempo as he suddenly decreased speed. He pulled all the way out, then slid back in to the base, and used the pad of his thumb to flick her clit. Slowly, slowly, agonizingly, he slid out again, and when she tried to impale herself, he held her firm, not allowing her the pleasure she sought. She moaned as he licked her nipples again, the fabric making them even more sensitive, and she barely heard his words.

“Say it.” His voice was rough yet gentle, demanding but pleading at the same time. “Say it!” Jason held Lisa’s hips and savagely thrust into her, sending her over the edge, and was rewarded with a cacophony of sound and sensations. Her greedy pussy massaged his cock as he buried himself in her, letting her ride out the incredible orgasm, and flooded him with her wetness. At the same time, her whimpering “oh-oh-oh-yes-uh huh-stay deep inside me please!” was all his ears needed to release his own pleasure, and he ground his hips to hers, spurting for what seemed like minutes inside her deep, hot, tight hole. He rested his head between her breasts as they clung to each other, allowing their heart rates time to return to normal, but unwilling to separate.

Lisa recovered first, raising her head to meet Jason’s eyes with her own. She ground her hips suggestively against his, letting him know he would not be leaving any time soon. They would both need time to recover, but she finally voiced the words he so desperately wanted to hear.

“I missed you.”

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Author’s note: This is a long story. Nine chapters. Sex doesn’t happen until chapter 6. Please read the disclaimer, at the end, when you finish the story.

Chapter 1

This was it. No more hiding, no more running. The end for him, he thought as the plane landed. Sitting in his seat as the plane taxied to the hanger with a look of defeat on his face, Allen sighed and looked down to his right thigh where the large piece of metal was removed after the IED went off near his unit’s vehicle outside of Baghdad.

She was the last person he wanted to see. She was the last person he wanted to know. She was the last person he wanted any involvement at all with. He didn’t like the woman. But this was it. He couldn’t avoid her any longer. After being honorably discharged from the marines, he was sent home to her – his mother.

She didn’t know he was on the way. In fact, he hadn’t spoken to her since he graduated high school five years prior. He immediately joined the marines and left. He Left everything and everyone, not looking back or making any effort to communicate with her. All except his grandmother.

They were like best friends. She practically raised him. She would be at all his sporting or school events. She helped him pick out a tuxedo for the prom. They would talk at length about any issues he was having with friends, school, and his mother. His grandmother was his mother as far as he was concerned. He begged and pleaded with her to allow him to contact her only, not his mother. After many arguments over the issue, and the fact that he never once called or sent his mother a card, his grandmother, Robin, accepted the fact that Allen will do what he pleases and tried to let the issue go. It hurt her to think of this divide between her daughter and grandson, but this was the way it was going to be and she accepted it. She would lie about not hearing from Allen, when she did, in order to spare her daughter’s feelings. Or she would make up a story about reading something on the news about his unit in Iraq.

Allen’s mother, Krista, knew of the rift between the two of them. She knew that when he left, that he wouldn’t contact her or even care to. She knew that she may never see him again, and it broke her heart. When he left on that bus to Paris Island, South Carolina for basic training, her world collapsed. The worst part is that day is that she knew it was her fault. What was her crime so-to-speak? Sex.

To Krista, sex was just like breathing, eating, drinking, and sleeping. To her, sex wasn’t something that she only received every once in awhile if she was lucky or if she met the right guy at the right time and so on. No. Orgasms by herself or with other people, was a regular part of her, sometimes daily, routine. Deciding which of her friends to go out on a Friday night with and end the evening with sex was like deciding on which restaurant to eat lunch at. Fast food? No. Chinese? Maybe tomorrow. I know! Mexican!

It was as simple as that. She had many, many friends to choose from. Did she want one of her black friends, for a night of sucking and riding a big black cock? Perhaps she wanted one of her female friends, for a night of licking and grinding pussies. This was her life for many years. All through Allen’s childhood and up until the day he left, presumably for good.

She threw it all away, she threw her child away. She spent so much of her time with her friends, going out to parties, events, a couple orgies here and there, that she rarely saw her son. She’d drop him off at grandma’s when he was young. As he entered his teen years, he didn’t need a babysitter, so she wouldn’t have to take him to his grandma’s. Instead he would be in his room, with the door closed covering his ears as best he could so he couldn’t hear her sounds of ecstasy with whoever she was with for the evening. He felt awkward and embarrassed. I think any young teen would.

As he got a little older and obtained a driver’s license , he would leave the house, driving a few miles down the road to his grandmother’s. Robin would listen to him as he’d complain about the racket, complain about not wanting to hear his mother having sex. She’d comfort him he’d stay the night there and come home early the next morning after his mother’s guests have gone.

He hated it. He hated that she’d flaunt her sexuality around like that. “Why does she have to be like that? Why can’t she act her age or something…you know? I don’t want to hear that crap. It’s all she ever does!” He exclaimed as his grandmother put her arms around him.

The issue ran much deeper though. Robin knew it, even if Allen’s teenage mind didn’t yet. Krista wanted sex for various reasons. Her father ran out on her at a young age, she may have had low self-esteem, and finally, because she could so easily have it. At 5 foot 7, 120 pounds, she, like her mother, was gorgeous. She looked years younger than she actually was, had long, thick light brown illegal bahis hair down to the small of her back, and a body that bordered on perfection. With perfect C-cup sized breasts, and sexy, tight core, and a great butt, any man or woman would love to sleep with her. Her dark green eyes and full lips enabled her to finish a man by just staring deeply into his eyes as she would ride him to her own orgasm.

Krista started early, having sex regularly in high school, by the time she was a 19 year old college student she had become pregnant with Allen. His father was one of the remaining basketball players at her college that she hadn’t slept with. She never told him she was pregnant and that was that.

With Robin working constantly to provide for Krista (and then Allen) because her husband left when Krista was 12, she was unable to monitor her activities as well as she would’ve liked to. However, she was able to stay in college and graduate. But the partying and sex didn’t end after Allen was born. She wanted it and needed it. And she got it in excess. She majored in marketing and got a job as a marketing assistance, working (and sometimes sleeping) her way to upper management by the time she was in her late twenties.

She would sleep with clients after an evening of drinking. Or she would have wild, passionate nights with older, often married, executives at her company. Sometimes she’d be out of town for a week at a conference with a female coworker. Needless to say, they rarely left their hotel room during the evening. Moans, grunts, and cries of two women in ecstasy filling the hotel hallway outside their door.

Which was the first reason for Allen’s resentment toward her: She was never around. She was always working, attending events, going on dates, or at the gym. If she was home, she was with a guest in her bedroom. She was never mean, often saying “hi sweetie” as she passed her son in the hallways, but she just wasn’t there for him when he needed her. She was out or busy, and since this lifestyle was conditioned at such a young age, it never occurred to him to talk to her and build some kind of relationship. Would she be open to that? In his anger filled mind, he assumed she didn’t care at all. This is why his grandmother is far more of a mother-like figure than Krista. She seemed to care.

The night of his 18th birthday party, which consisted of Robin and Krista singing happy birthday to him, blowing out some candles on a cake, and giving a few presents, Robin became aware of the second issue Allen had with his mother. At around 9pm that evening, Krista left his “party.” She got up, grabbed her purse, and left.

“Happy birthday sweetie. Gotta go!” She cheerily said as she got up from the table, giving him a peck on the forehead and headed out the door. “Love you!” She whispered as she left, the two of them watched her walk across the lawn toward her car in her black cocktail dress.

Allen just sighed and shook his head. “See ya.” He muttered, as he got up to help is grandmother clean the kitchen.

That’s when it occurred to her: He was lonely. But that wasn’t the only thing. Maybe he was feeling something that a shy, introverted, teen may feel from time-to-time. Something that all teens feel. Something a teenager with a sexually open and active mother may feel. Was it jealousy that she had such a socially and sexually active life and not him? Possibly. She then turned around and watched him clean some dishes in silent. He was tall, dark brown hair, fairly muscular, and very attractive – at least in her opinion.

“Could he be….?” She thought to herself, quickly shaking her head to dismiss the thought.

“Oh but I bet he is. He’s horny. He’s getting no relief, and lives with someone who constantly does get relief.” She thought, as that seemed to make sense now. He was around someone who getting laid regularly and he wasn’t getting anything.

“Poor kid” She thought as she stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his midsection. Robin thought about the last time she had sex. It was several months ago, a younger guy, in his 30s. It was nice. She smiled as she reminisced, holding her grandson tightly from behind, pushing her double-d enhanced breasts into his back.

“It’ll be ok,” she said aloud to him. He said nothing and continued cleaning the dishes.

She held on to him a few more moments. She dismissed a few very naughty thoughts of how she could help this young man, laughing quietly to herself. “I love you Allen.” She squeezed and let him go.

“Love you too, ” he muttered as she walked away.

It all made sense now, his disdain for his mother. Anger, mixed with jealousy, mixed with zero sex life. Robin could empathize with him. To him, his mother was a slut that didn’t care about him. She could understand why he up and left like he did after high school. What she didn’t expect was his mother’s heart to be as shattered as it was.

The day Allen illegal bahis siteleri left for basic later in the summer, was one of the worst days of Krista’s life. It was then she realized her failures. When she saw Allen hold Robin for a long, loving, embrace, while Krista received a brief, polite, hug, she knew she had failed. Failed as a mother, as a friend, as a supporter. The months that followed were horrible. They were filled with guilt and depression, but also sex. She immersed herself in even more sex. It was like her drug. Instead of chasing a high, she chased an orgasm.

Rock bottom was soon to happen, and it did around a year and a half after Allen left. She got news from a mutual friend that one of the men in a threesome she had a few weeks back had been diagnosed with HIV. Her heart stopped. She had to stop this. She had to get tested and get her life back on track.

So she did. Luckily, she tested negative for HIV, and it was then that a glimmer of hope appeared. Hope that she might actually hear from, or see Allen again. The last year and a half had been full of hopelessness and feelings of failure, however, when the test came back negative, she felt it was a sign that she’s meant to see him again.

She started making drastic changes in her life. She discontinued hanging out with all her friends. She shunned dating. She quit the gym, and focused more on a home-based yoga program. Finally, she sought professional help. She needed help to examine her addiction and face the possible causes of it, along with help on re-building a damaged relationship with her son.

Two and a half years later, she was a new woman. She looked at love and life in a completely different way. She hadn’t had sex since the HIV scare, and hadn’t dated anyone. She learned to love herself, and not rely on others for validation or self-esteem. She was happier than she’d ever been. She had never been filled with so much hope that true love would happen for her. Her and her mother were also closer, a bond that Krista had ignored, like she had with her son. She felt so alive and free.

Fast forward one year. Robin is in tears as she sees Allen exit the cab in his military uniform. He offers to pay the cab driver as he reaches down for his cane, but is told his ride is free. He turns around and is smothered by Robin’s embrace. The hold each other for what seemed like 10 minutes, before walking inside, holding hands. She helped sit on the couch and took his cane. She looked different, he thought. She was 57 the last time he saw her. She looked 47, but now, she is 62 and he could see age catching up to her. No longer did she look 10 years younger, but maybe only 5 – like someone in their late 50s. Her hair was dyed light brown with blonde highlights and cut short. She still had a great figure, as she still exercised regularly.

Allen looked different too. Studies in photography have shown that war ages people. Photos taken of soldiers before their deployment show slightly younger and freshed faced individuals. In a matter of a couple years, some of them appear to have aged quite a bit. Stress, anxiety, and environmental extremes can do that.

“So when do I get to meet him?” he asked after several more minutes of hugs on the couch.

“Ha! Soon, I supposed. He’s out of town until next week.” She answered; referring to her boyfriend she had told Allen about on his latest phone call.

“Well…alright.” He chuckled, looking down, still holding her hand.

They talked for hours, he told her everything about what had happened to him. The leg injury, discharge, everything. It was a wonderful feeling to be back here with her.

As dinner time approached, Robin got up to head toward the kitchen to warm up some leftovers for them. He followed her and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her, resting his hands on her flat stomach. He was taller than he was at 18. He grew several inches, reaching a height of 6 foot 3. Robin noticed he was more muscular now too, very muscular. She reached up to place a hand on the tricep of his left arm. He held her for a minute or so as the microwave finished its task. She leaned back into him and closed her eyes. He leaned down and nuzzled into her neck, as he gently rubbed her stomach. Thoughts of his 18th birthday popped into her mind. She smiled slightly as she thought about what else might’ve grown.

“Can I stay here with you?” he whispered. “I’m don’t know if I can see her yet…”

He trailed off and Robin opened her eyes, turning around to look him, she smiled weakly. “Sweetie, listen, we need to talk about her. Come and sit.”

He followed her into the living room, sitting on the couch, holding her hand. “Gosh, you look so much like your grandfather….more so now, than when I last saw you.”

He just smiled and nodded. Robin continued. “Your mother is a different woman now. Completely different. You leaving was a very difficult situation for all of us, but canlı bahis siteleri her especially. She’s battled depression, and feelings of failure.”

She sighed and continued on. “I really need you to let that anger and resentment go. Ok? It’s not healthy and she is nothing like that person you knew. She’s been going to therapy for quite awhile now.”

She reaches up to caress his face. “Please, for me, have an open mind and heart about this. Ok? Let’s eat and we’ll go over to there to see her. She’ll be home in an hour or so.”

Allen sighed and looked downward again. “I don’t know….”

“Look, think about what you’ve been through, the nightmare it must’ve been. We are so lucky that you are still alive. Surely, you’ve realized through your experience, that carrying around anger in your heart isn’t a way to live. Right?”

He slowly looked up at her and nodded his head. “I don’t like feeling this way.”

“Well then let it go. Just let it go. She’s different now, you’ll see.” Robin said as she leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You look so much like him,” she said again, referring to her ex-husband and Krista’s father.

Chapter 2

After they ate a quick meal, they headed over to his childhood home a few miles away to await his mother’s arrival. On the short car ride over there, he felt slight relief, slight pressure lifting from his soul. Almost as if he was letting go and just enjoying the moment. He was going to see someone who cared about him, someone who had issues, yes, but deep down probably cared very much for him.

Robin opened the door with her spare key and Allen slowly walked in. He was taken back by how totally different the place looked. He walked around the corner into the living room and saw the furniture was different – it was a more gender neutral, not overtly feminine. He noticed nothing was overtly feminine. All the walls were painted a different color – a bland white color. “Interesting,” he thought, “It doesn’t look like I would’ve imagined a sex crazed wild woman would decorate, but more like a regular mom.”

It actually looked somewhat plain. He was ok with that, it felt less threatening. He chatted a few moments with his grandmother about the changes she’s made to the house, her clothing, her job. She didn’t go into too much detail as she was hoping Allen and his mother would be able to talk about things.

On more thing he noticed, is pictures of him and his grandmother on the wall, and on small tables next to the brown leather matching couch and loveseat. He didn’t recall ever seeing pictures of them around the house. He knew there were some, but they weren’t put up; as if someone simply didn’t have the time to do so. He looked over to the kitchen and notice how clean it was, everything was clean. Maybe his grandmother was right, maybe she is different now, maybe she’s actually at home long enough to keep the house clean and not rely on a teenage son to do a crappy job. He looked up at the tall ceiling and saw no dust on the ceiling fan. A moment later he heard the front door open.

“Helloooooooo! You in my house mom?” a silly, playful, voice called out. Robin walked around the corner of the living to the front door.

“Hi sweetie, I was just….um…” she nervously answered as Krista put her bag down by the door.

“Hmm?” She smiled, back to her mother. “What’s up?”

Robin cleared her throat and moved to the side. Allen appeared from around the corner. Krista caught the movement from behind Robin, she smiled weakly not fully processing what she was seeing. It was a tall man in some sort of military uniform. She stared blankly for a few seconds, and that’s when it hit her. Her face went white, as though she had just seen a ghost. She covered her mouth with her hand and gasped. A couple seconds later, her hand at her mouth began trembling, her eyes watered up, her breathing was unsteady, and her heart was pounding. She realized who she was looking at.

Robin had moved behind Krista. “It’s him. Go on…” she whispered, as her own eyes teared up. She gently pushed her to move toward him. At first Krista didn’t budge. She couldn’t. Her eyes were streaming and she was shaking as she just stood there looking at her son. In what looked like a very long sundress, extending down to her calves, and her sandals, she was dressed nothing like he remembered. No sexy outfit, cleavage showing dresses, or short skirts. She looked homely, plain almost.

Allen was experiencing something too. His eyes blinked rapidly and he could feel tears welling up in them. His own heart pounded as he watched her reaction. He cleared his throat, “Hi mom,” he whispered, unable to speak at normal volume. He extended his arms slightly to her, his right hand holding the cane. Krista just stood there, crying, in shock of what she was seeing.

“Go on dear, it’s ok,” Robin comforted her from behind and nudged her again.

Krista slowly moved to him, and he moved to her, limping slightly. She closed her eyes and wept uncontrollably, as she stood against him, her head on his chest. He slowly raised his arms up to hold her, his left hand going into the long tresses of her hair, bringing her face against his chest.

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That morning, Jimmy was awakened by the sound of a loud truck coming down his driveway. Like a kid on Christmas morning, he bolted downstairs and to the front door, seeing his ebon-haired lover coming out of her pickup truck with a shopping bag in her hand. He walked outside to greet her, his dick already making a tent in his pants.

“Hey, baby,” Missy-Sue said. “You miss me?”

“You have no fucking idea,” Jimmy growled as he embraced her and kissed her hard. Missy-Sue hummed with pleasure as she felt his tongue enter her mouth. He then kissed her neck and fondled one of her heavy breasts as he ground his body against hers.

“Easy, cowboy,” she chuckled. “Let’s get in the house!”

Jimmy made no reply, but simply grabbed her hand and led her towards the cabin. Once they were safely inside, he yanked down his boxers and removed his shirt. Missy-Sue smiled down at his waiting man-meat.

“I can see you’re ready to get this started. Good.” She set the shopping bag on a nearby table and pulled out a box of condoms. “You’re going to need these.” Jimmy ripped open the box and pulled out a single condom. As he unwrapped it, Missy-Sue also pulled out some a six-pack of bottled Yuengling beer. “That’s for later.” She walked into the kitchen and deposited the beers into the fridge.

As Jimmy fastened the condom over his dick, Missy-Sue raised her shirt over her head, and as she did, he was again greeted by the large tufts of long, dark hairs underneath her arms. He ran over, wrapped his arms around her waist, and dove face-first into her armpit. His nose inhaled sharply, taking in her rich, natural scent, mingled with her deodorant. Missy-Sue discarded her shirt and gently pulled Jimmy’s head out of armpit.

“Aw, baby. Why you like my hair so much?”

“Because you’re a real, natural woman. I’ve never been with anyone like you.”

“Well, that ain’t nothing, sugar,” Missy-Sue said softly. “Don’t forget my other bush.”

She undid the clasp on her blue jeans and pulled them down to reveal her large pink panties. Jimmy could still see lots of tiny hairs poking out of the edges of the fabric, not to mention the tiny wet spot in the crotch region. Missy-Sue took his hand and put it to her stomach, letting him feel the line of hair below her belly button. She then slid it downwards into her underwear, letting him feel the coarse, moist bush between her legs. Their toes curled from the sheer sensation.

“Ohhhhhh,” Missy-Sue moaned. “Touch me….yeah, baby…touch me more.”

“Touch me, too,” Jimmy begged.

He grabbed her right hand and brought it to his crotch. The young woman wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, stroking it within their warm confines. The condom’s lubricated surface made her hands slippery, so she reached down and cupped his balls into her hand.

Determined to see more of her body, Jimmy reached over with his left hand and pulled the front of her bra upwards, causing her heavy breasts to flop out of their cups and into the open air. The sight of those hard nipples and those large, dark areolas was more than he could bear. He took her into his arms once again, kissing her while reaching behind her to undo her bra clasp.

“I wanna be in bed with you….now!” Missy-Sue growled as she reached down and pulled her panties down, letting them fall to her feet so that she could step out of them.

Once her bra had been removed, the two lovers raced upstairs and into the master bedroom. Missy-Sue wasted no time in jumping into the bed, rolling onto her back, and spreading her legs wide, beckoning her new mate to join her. Jimmy climbed on top of her and pointed his sheathed phallus to its destination. Missy-Sue squealed and gripped the sheets tightly as Jimmy entered her. Jimmy laid himself on top of her, stared at her face intently, and watched her drown in pleasure.

“Yeah, you like that dick, don’t you, my Love Cow?” Jimmy growled.

“YES! Give me more! MMMM!”

Jimmy grabbed as much of her breasts as he could, squeezing them so roughly that they spurted milk into the air, showering the lovers as they continued to copulate. Both Jimmy and Missy-Sue tilted their open mouths to catch the inundation of tasty goodness that erupted from Missy-Sue’s breasts. Jimmy let go of her breasts, seeing that his hands had left two large handprints in her skin.

“Fuck, you taste great! You always make that much milk? Huh? ANSWER ME, LOVE COW!”

“Yeeeeeees! Every day! I can’t help it.”

“Your milk is all mine, got it?” Jimmy hissed, right before sucking on one of her gushing tits.

“YES! Drink my milk! I’m all yers!” Missy-Sue moaned as she cradled his head and pulled it towards her chest. She grabbed the other breast and lifted it to her mouth.

Jimmy looked at her in surprise. “Oh, that is fucking hot. You’re sucking your own titty?!?”

“Mmmhmm,” Missy-Sue replied, her mouth still full of her own breast.

“Let me taste.”

Missy-Sue stopped sucking on her nipple so that both she and Jimmy could lick the milk from it. Eventually, the two started licking bahis firmaları each other’s tongues and eventually joined their mouths. Missy-Sue wrapped her legs around Jimmy as he continued pump into her. He slowed to a steady rhythm as he removed his mouth from hers and buried his face in her long, straight, black hair. Missy-Sue wrapped her arms around him as he continued to rut.

“Baby, where you going?” Missy-Sue asked after Jimmy suddenly stopped and slid downwards atop her body.

“Relax, baby,” he cooed. “I just want to stick my face in your hairy twat for a while.”

“Noooo, baby, that’s nasty. I’m too hairy.”

“Don’t say that,” Jimmy said before kissing her happy trail. “You’re beautiful. Now, spread your beautiful legs so that I can see you better.”

She was far too aroused to deny him. Missy-Sue parted her large thighs so that her lover could have better access to her crotch. Jimmy began kissing the inside of her thighs, drawing ever closer to his intended target. When he was face-to-face with her bearded womanhood, he inhaled deeply through his nostrils, savoring the heady aroma of her lush pubic region. Without warning, he put his mouth to her bushy nether lips and began to lick her.

Missy-Sue’s eyes fluttered as she felt Jimmy’s tongue lapping at her sex. She grabbed her tits and began to knead them, trying her best to ride out the waves of erotic sensations that coursed through her body. Jimmy wrapped his arms under her thighs, pulling his face even closer to her crotch.

“Ohhhh…Aw, Jimmy, I….OH! Oh, Lordy!” Missy-Sue moaned.

The only reply from Jimmy was a muffled grunt as he circled the entrance of her womanhood with the flat of his tongue. He relinquished his grip on her thighs so that he could use his hands to part her hairy lips. Once he sighted her clitoris, he put his head back down and began to attack the swollen protrusion with his tongue.

Missy-Sue’s back arched as she continued to fondle her chest, wondering how much longer she would be able to hold out before she came. Though she whimpered and wailed, wishing that Jimmy would stop, she found herself running her fingers through his hair, wanting him to keep going. Jimmy made things worse by sticking his index finger inside of her, making her thrash on the bed.

“Jimmyyyyy!”

“You gonna cum, Missy-Sue?

“YES! Ohhhh, god!”

Jimmy removed his face from her crotch, smiling at the sight of his lover’s face as she was racked with pleasure. He stroked her and played with her clitoris, his soaked fingers working her sex with expertise. At long last, Missy-Sue screamed and twitched, and then lay still on the bed.

“Ahhhh!” Missy-Sue gasped as she slung her forearm over to cover her eyes. “I’m seein’ stars!”

“Did I do good, baby?” Jimmy asked as he took his damp fingers and wiped the juices onto her stomach.

“Yes! Oh, a million times yes!”

Jimmy lie down beside her as she continued to catch her breath, slinging an arm around the Southern beauty. She looked at him with a dazed, yet grateful expression. The two exchanged more kisses, which were an unspoken agreement to rest before they continued to make love.

“I want to marry you,” Jimmy said softly.

Missy-Sue cupped his cheek in her hand and smiled at him. “Don’t you think we’re rushing thangs a bit?”

“Not at all. I’ve been with a lot of different women in my life, but none like you. To tell you the truth, I never thought I’d ever find a woman that I would want to marry…until I met you.”

“You don’t wanna marry me, Jimmy.”

Jimmy sat up in the bed. “Of course I do!”

“No you don’t,” she said, looking away. “I’m all used up, damaged goods. You deserve someone new.”

“You ARE new!”

“No, you see…” She sat up and looked at him with a forlorn expression. “I was married before.”

“So? People get married more than once all the time.”

“Not when they’re sixteen. My high school boyfriend, Ennis, knocked me up when we were kids. My ma said that we had to get married, because he wasn’t going to have any bastard grandchildren.”

“You had a child? Where is he?”

“She is with Jesus. Leah was born a month premature and didn’t live very long.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jimmy whispered, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“That’s why I still lactate, cuz I’ve been pregnant before. After that, Ennis and me were married for about 5 more years until he decided to get behind the wheel with a bottle of Wild Turkey Bourbon and ended up driving off a bridge. After that, I swore that I’d never get married or have another baby.”

“Listen to me,” Jimmy said, grasping her hand. “I know I’ve only known you for two days, but I seriously can’t be without you. If you don’t marry me, I’m going to come here every weekend so that I can be with you.”

The two of them were silent for a while, until Missy-Sue reached over and began to caress Jimmy’s leg.

“You know, you’re a sweet guy. It’s nice to be wanted by a man like you. Ever since my titties came in, I’ve only attracted married men and fellers with half their kaçak iddaa teeth.”

“Well, I’ve got all my original teeth, and I’m not married.”

“And, to tell you the truth, I ain’t never been with a man the way I’ve been with you. Whenever Ennis took me to bed, he used me like a piece of furniture.” Missy-Sue moved her hand to touch his still-throbbing erection. “He wasn’t even half the man you are.”

“Is that so?” Jimmy asked with a sly smile.

“Also,” Missy-Sue said as she took his left hand and put it to her right breast. “He sure didn’t call me ‘Love Cow’ when we had sex.”

Jimmy began to blush furiously. “Sorry about that, I don’t know…”

“No, I love it when you call me that. I love it when you drink my milk.” Missy-Sue cradled his balls her in palm. “Oh, Jimmy! You didn’t cum yet. Get on yer back and let yer Love Cow ride you good and proper.”

Jimmy lie flat on his back, while Missy-Sue stood over him, smiling down at him. Jimmy gazed at her with the same desire he felt the first time that he’d seen her. Missy-Sue bent forward, swaying her huge assets from side to side. Jimmy stared at the pendulous udders, his eyes fixated on her large, saucer-like areolas. He gazed at her hairy calves, wordlessly begging her to crouch down so that they could once again make their loins one.

“You ready for yer Love Cow, baby?” Missy-Sue cooed.

“What kind of question is that?” Jimmy snarled. “Get down here so I can plow that hairy cow pussy until I cum.”

Missy-Sue locked eyes with Jimmy as she seductively lowered herself onto his stiff cock. Once it was buried up to the hilt, she clamped her eyes shut and bit her lip, trying desperately not to cum. Unfortunately for her, Jimmy began pumping his hips, ramming himself upwards into the hairy slit between her legs.

“Yeah, Jimmy baby, fuck me like the hairy cow I am,” Missy-Sue moaned as she bounced up and down on his lap.

Jimmy sat up and wrapped his arms around her, clutching her body close to his, her massive breasts pressing against his toned chest. He could feel the milk spurting out of her pressed nipples, making both their bodies wet as it trickled down to their genitals. The smell of milk, sweat, and flesh began to flood the air.

Jimmy could feel the semen bubbling within his loins, begging to course its way through his cock. Even though Missy-Sue would be with him for the entire day, he wanted every time they had sex to last as long as possible. He took one of her sweaty, bloated teats and began to suck on it, unaware that the very taste of her milk would wear away at his resolve. As a jolt of ecstasy surged through his body, he bit hard on her nipple, shooting his seed into the condom. Missy-Sue cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as she and Jimmy orgasmed in unison.

Hours later, Jimmy awoke, finding Missy-Sue lying beside him, lovingly gazing at him. Heaving a contented sigh, he sat up in bed, both his mind and penis wide awake. He yawned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he looked at his lover.

“How long was I out?” Jimmy asked.

“Couple of hours; it’s almost 11 o’clock.” Missy-Sue said with a smile. “Did I really wear you out that much?”

“Well, I didn’t get much sleep last night; I was too excited about you coming over today.”

“You are adorable. Let’s get something to eat really quick, I’m starving.”

Going downstairs, the naked pair went to the kitchen. To Missy-Sue’s distress, the only things Jimmy had in his fridge were some frozen steaks, leftover pizza, milk, orange juice, and lots of Hot Pockets, in addition to the beer that Missy-Sue had brought. His pantry and cupboards yielded an even less promising bounty.

“Yeah, sorry,” Jimmy said. “I haven’t had much of a cause to cook anything.”

“Alright,” she said to him sternly. “Let’s get our clothes on. I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

“Fine,” Jimmy said, heading to his room. “But, I’m buying.”

After getting dressed, they got into Missy-Sue’s beat-up white pickup truck and drove away. Jimmy had proposed using the GMC Denali he had rented, as it was nicer-looking and less likely to break down, but Missy-Sue wanted to surprise him. She also didn’t trust his shiny new car, being very proud of her big, metal monster, which was great at blasting her favorite Country music radio station.

As they drove through the small country town of Billingsley, Georgia, Missy-Sue pointed out all of the interesting places in town: the farmers market, the schools, churches, and fun hangouts. Jimmy had to admit, he was having fun; they were laughing, singing along with the radio, and making dirty jokes. The strange thing was, he was amazed at how much he was enjoying the sight of Missy-Sue with her clothes on; her smiling face, her long, black hair blowing in the wind, and her beautiful green eyes gleaming with happiness.

At last, they pulled into the parking lot of a Hunky’s Diner, which was an old, small restaurant with a dingy sign. They walked inside and got into a booth. A portly, auburn-haired waitress with bags under her eyes gave them some kaçak bahis menus and took their drink orders.

“I’ll take some coffee,” Missy-Sue said.

“And I’ll take two glasses of orange juice,” Jimmy said. “I’m really thirsty.”

“Watch out, Robyn,” Missy-Sue said to the waitress. “We’ve got a big tipper with a big appetite.”

About 10 minutes later, the two of them were wolfing down a late breakfast. Jimmy was eating some pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs. Across the table, Missy-Sue was enjoying some French toast, sausage links, two eggs sunny-side up, and a bowl of fruit.

“Ugh,” Jimmy groaned, cradling his stomach after finishing his meal. “That was so good.”

“I’m glad that you liked it.”

“The city boy liked it!” Robyn the waitress yelled towards the kitchen.

Cheers erupted from the back of the restaurant, making the couple laugh. Jimmy hadn’t had food like that in a long time. Usually, his breakfasts consisted of bagels, cold cereal, or doughnuts.

“So, tell me yer story,” Missy-Sue said.

“My story?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah. Seeing as you asked me to marry me today, I’d like to know more about you. Where are you from? What are yer parents like?”

Jimmy took a sip of orange juice and said, “I’m actually from Illinois, but I spent most of my life in Pennsylvania.”

“Why’d you move? Did yer parents get a new job?”

“No, they died.”

“Oh, my gosh. I’m so sorry,” Missy-Sue said in a hushed and regretful tone.

“It’s not your fault. That’s what happens when a drunk driver runs a red light and hits your parents as they are crossing the street. Anyways, I lived with my great-aunt in Philadelphia. Thanks to an inheritance from my parents, I was able to put myself through law school. Now, I work as a corporate attorney for a big corporation.”

“You like yer job?”

“Oh, yeah,” Jimmy said. “If you know the law well, people will pay through the nose to have you help them. So, what about you? There must be more to you than bathing in rivers, speeding around in a pickup truck, and being formerly married.”

“Well, as you can see, I was born and raised right here. Thanks my daddy’s wild dick, I’ve got about a dozen half siblings all over the place; I might have more, I don’t even know how and where he is.”

“And your mother?”

“Passed away from cancer about two years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’ve still got a few relatives around here still, a couple of aunts, uncles and cousins.”

“So, what do you do for a living?”

“Odd jobs around the county. I clean for some people, do some landscaping and gardening. I can also fix cars pretty well. I got it from my mama; when a woman has to raise a child without a man, she learns pretty quick on how to pick up the slack.”

“I love me an independent woman,” Jimmy said.

Jimmy was being completely honest in his admiration. Most of the women he’d dated couldn’t even pump gas, much less fix a car.

After Jimmy paid the bill, the two of them got back into the truck. Missy-Sue pulled into a nearby gas station. She asked Jimmy to pump some gas while she went into the convenience store to use the bathroom. When she exited the station, she had a small paper bag in her hand. Once they were back on the road, Jimmy didn’t ask what she had bought, but he had a very good idea what it was.

After about ten minutes, they pulled up to a secluded plot of land which was well-concealed by trees. A dirt driveway led to a quaint mobile home. Missy-Sue cut the engine, looked at Jimmy and said, “Welcome home.”

They got out of the truck and walked inside. It was a quaint and cozy place with a couch and some armchairs in the den. Missy-Sue walked into the kitchen, pulled two beers out of the fridge, and gave one of them to Jimmy.

“Aren’t you wonderin’ what I bought at the gas station?” Missy-Sue asked with a wry smile.

“I bet they’re round, rubber, and lots of fun.”

Missy-Sue took one last swig of beer, threw the bottle into the trash, and tossed Jimmy the bag from the gas station.

“I’m gonna go shower in my room. Why don’t you go wash up in the guest bathroom, sugar? After that, you can meet me in my bedroom.”

Without a word, Jimmy strode quickly to the second bedroom and got his clothes off as if they were on fire. He considered giving himself a whore’s bath, just wiping down his armpits and his junk, but he wanted to be extra clean for his lover. He didn’t even wait until the hot water came on; he jumped into the shower, scrubbed his skin and crevices as thoroughly as he could in the shortest amount of time.

He sprang out of the shower so quickly that he almost slipped on the tile, but was able to right himself. After drying himself off, the nude man ignored his discarded clothes, rolled a condom onto his erect dick, and marched towards Missy-Sue’s bedroom. He had to admit, he was too horny to knock, but, he did anyway.

“Come in,” Missy-Sue said in a sing-song voice.

Jimmy burst into the room, completely expecting to see Missy-Sue in all of her naked glory. Instead, she was wearing a voluminous, navy-blue nightgown with long sleeves, frills, big, puffy shoulders, and buttons along the neckline. The entire outfit did nothing to inspire his imagination.

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Sandy woke up early as usual. She rolled out of bed, threw her hair back, slinked into a pair of spandex shorts and a tank top and headed out to the gym. She found that if she got there before seven every morning that not only would she not have to worry about a line for the stair stepper, but she would also see her morning show.

Her morning show. Every morning he was there. First he would begin with some light stretching and then advance from the lighter to heavier weights. Every morning she would watch him. He had caught her watching him in the past, but seemed to like the attention. She would notice the lackadaisical way he would be working until she was clearly on the floor, and then it turned more into a show. He would stretch his arms up and over with the weights, his slender muscles in his arms bulging and she would try not to look directly. She would climb her stairs to no where imagining another kind of workout that they could be having. And the watching would go on, every day for an entire hour. Then they would leave.

This morning was no different. As she came onto the floor he was again there all ready. There was no one really else in the gym yet and all was quiet, except for the hum of the equipment as she pressed the on button. She stepped up and set her pace, and then set her stare and she was ready. As usual he saw her watching and he seemed to try even harder.

But about a half hour into his normal routine he put the weights down and started on a run around the laps.

“Damn” she thought to herself, illegal bahis but continued on her normal routine for another thirty minutes.

Finally, the button beeped and she was done for the day and she headed back towards the womens locker room. She looked around for her attractive gym mate but didn’t see him. As she walked to her locker room, she saw the sign for the men’s locker room and her curiosity got the best of her. She looked around to make sure she would not be seen and then seeing it was clear poked her head into the men’s locker room.

He was standing there, his back to her and in the middle of changing. He was naked at that moment and she froze when she saw him. It was not quite what she expected, and she knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help watching.

His body glistened from a recent shower and he was drying himself off. She could feel the beginning of dampness between her legs. The fact of seeing him like this, with the possibility to be seen was exhilarating. She stepped back to enjoy the view, quickly looking now and then to make sure no one else was coming. She peeked away for a second and then looked back at him. He was now looking directly at her… in her moment of letting down her guard she had been spotted.

A gasp made itself out as she stepped back against the wall. He instincts told her to bolt out of there… but she noticed he didn’t look mad. He just stood there for a moment, facing her, completely nude. She could see now from this full front view that he was well endowed illegal bahis siteleri and actually smiled a little. He stepped forward again, and with him she did as well.

There was still a silent awkwardness in the air, but they kept stepping forward towards one another and closing the gap between them in the room. Sandy finally stepped forward enough, and not knowing what ever was possessing her she leaned up against him and simply kissed his mouth. He gave no complaint. She leaned in closer and he wrapped his arm around her waist, together they were still tenderly kissing. This was unfamiliar for her. She had never done something like this before and she was nervous. She had no idea what to do next. But she felt intense all the while. Between her legs the dampness became wetter and she desperately wanted him. She could feel his cock against her stomach, hard and wanting her too.

Then, she let out a moan as his hand slid down and around to her front, grabbing her clit. He massaged it lightly while kissing her through her shorts. She could take no more. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her into the back shower stalls so that they would not be out in the open. He set her down briefly, and together they managed the tight shorts off and he began to feel her with his fingers. They slowly parted her lips and rubbed her back and forth and she could feel a shudder down her spine. She moaned louder and grew wetter as he slid his fingers in and out of her slowly.

As he toyed with her she canlı bahis siteleri slipped her shirt and then bra over her head, to be free to feel herself. She rubbed her hands over her breasts and pinched her nipples between her fingers. With her eyes closed she felt his presence. In front of her, inside of her, it was too much.

“I want you,” she moaned.

He quickly took his cue and lifted her to him, sliding her down and inside of her. Her arms wrapped around him and she brought her face to his as they rhythmically came together. His hardness pressed into her, and their lips entwined, soliciting moans from the both of them… echoing through the shower room. Together, their breathing became heavier. She felt wetter than she ever had as she unleashed herself upon his cock. Her arms automatically held him tightly as she came, but still begging for him not to stop.

He went faster and she closed her eyes. She could feel him easily sliding inside of her. Her breasts close to him, while she held tightly. Waiting for him to finish, but hoping not too soon.

His hands grew firmer around her waist, plunging his cock into her. She grinded into him, moving together and he moaned loudly as he finally finished inside of her, exploding and releasing it into her. Sandy held on tighter, even as his pace lessened and he spasmed from his orgasm… and finally became still.

She let out a sigh as she opened her eyes and looked at him really for the first time and said, “My name is Sandy, by the way.”

He laughed a little and set her down.

“Jake, and the pleasure is all mine.”

He turned on the shower and they bathed together, before she snuck out of the locker room… fully clothed and very much looking forward to tomorrow morning’s work out.

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I wake up early, even after I go to bed late. It’s a habit that never changes unless the sun’s already up when I hit the sack.

Amy and I were still getting to know one another, but she had slept over enough times for me to know she never opens her eyes in the morning until she has to. So when I rolled over the next morning and she was lying there staring at the ceiling, I thought something might be wrong. She didn’t wait for me to ask.

“You know… I don’t really want to fuck my own father, right?”

“I didn’t think you did.”

She didn’t say anything for a while, just kept lying there, looking up. I had to go to the bathroom. When I started to get up, she started to talk.

“Because last night, that was… I don’t know, really weird. And I just don’t want you to think I’m-“

“Baby, I don’t think anything, except that I might piss all over both of us if I don’t go to the bathroom right now.”

When I came out, she was sitting on the sofa.

“I just don’t want you to think I had any of that in mind when we started fucking last night.”

“Is this what you woke up think-“

“You made me tell that story, remember?”

She was wrapped in a sheet, rocking back and forth. I keep a coffee maker going at all times. I went into the kitchen to pour a cup. Back in the living room I sat down in a reading chair, across from her. She was still rocking back and forth.

“Remember? You asked me to tell-“

“Amy… I asked you to tell me a story, but I didn’t write it for you.”

“So you’re saying you do think I want to fuck him?’

“I’m saying we all have ideas, quirks, kinks, fantasies. Welcome to the club.”

“Oh my god! I’m disgusting!”

She ran into the bedroom. I heard the mattress shift as she collapsed onto it. At least she wasn’t dressing quickly in order to make a dramatic mad rush out the door. I sat finishing my coffee, thinking how she’s twenty, probably used to boys who come in three minutes or who can’t stay hard, drunk dick, that kind of thing. Don’t be rough on her. She’s doing the normal thing. I put my cup in the sink and went in to lie down beside her. She barely let me settle in beside her.

“Please tell me you’re the same as me.”

“What, that I think about my dad’s giant cock? Can’t help you there, kid.”

“No, don’t be an ass, please!”

“Then tell you what?”

“That you have… weird stories, too, shit you’d never tell anyone.”

“I told you a lot of stories the last two days.”

“I know, but those weren’t… weird ones, like mine.”

I rolled over and off the bed. I opened the curtain to see what the outside world was doing at… seven thirty-five on a Saturday morning. Nothing. Looked like rain a little later. I yawned and stretched, one of those metaphysical stretches that make you feel like you just grew six inches. Over my shoulder I could see her looking at me, holding the curtains open as I stretched.

“Hey! You want the whole town to see your dick hanging there?”

“No one’s out there watching, believe me. You see how early it is?”

“Still… close the curtain.”

I let it close and went back to lie down with her. We kissed for the first time that morning, gently. She wasn’t an angry kid or even resentful, just confused. I threw her a wink and kissed her on the nose.

She reached down and lifted my loose cock.

“No one sees this but me now, mister!”

“Oh, that belongs to you now, does it?”

“Didn’t I earn it the last two days?”

“You know what they say in Hollywood: You’re only as good as your last movie.”

“And what do they say here?” She was stroking me with some energy. I was already filling her hand with the desired response.

“You’re only as good as your last blow job.”

“Challenge accepted!”

She knew where to go and got there in a hurry. After a minute she came off it.

“God, you have a fat dick! I want to keep it with me every time I leave here.”

Her hand was damn good, bringing the head just an inch from her face every time she worked it up and down. She stared at it, all of it. I’d seen plenty of women with the same look. There are no doubt some talented guys out there with less meat than this, but when the big gun comes out, there’s nothing like it. You can see it in their eyes. Don’t let anyone fool you.

“You hungry, baby?”

“Oh god yes!”

She knows I like it fast and wet. Noisy, too. I’m a word man. Maybe we had enough words last night, but illegal bahis you never know until you try.

“Mmmm! Honey! You are a hungry little girl. Daddy’s hungry little girl!”

She came off it and looked up at me. Moments of truth. Life is made up of them. All you can do is wait and see which way the other person is going to go.

She could’ve got up and walked. She went the other way.

“Is that what you want, Daddy? Huh!?” She was stroking me now like she was starting an engine. “You want your little girl to suck your big cock?”

I pushed her face back on it, and she took it from there. Her jack-off hand worked a perfect rhythm with her mouth. This wasn’t going to take long.

“Daddy’s gonna come, honey. You want it?”

She gurgled her approval and turned it on even faster.

“Aaaagggghhhh, FUCK!! Drink it, baby! Drink it aaaaallllll…!!”

I never had a thing for blondes. Amy isn’t the first, but she’s the first in a while. Looking down at her hair, her face, seeing her so goddamned dedicated to sucking down all I gave her, I thought there’s nothing more beautiful in the world than her, right there, right now. She came off my cock with a smile made for morning blow jobs.

“How was that… Daddy?”

“No one, baby… no one in the world is as good as your last blow job.”

We napped a while. Later, we sat across from each other at my kitchen table. I liked her. I liked how quickly she stopped pouting this morning and went with the moment. She might be twenty, but she can handle herself, this girl. I decided to see how much. She bit her toast and took a sip of coffee.

“So tell me… who’s cock did you suck in there this morning?”

“What? Yours. Come on! Was that another-“

“Mine? You sure?”

“Hey!”

She came around the table and sat on my lap.

“I wanted to suck your cock, okay? I love your big, fat dick, okay?”

She kissed me deeply, sweetly. I let her, then pulled back.

“It’s just… you woke up a little upset, and then…”

“I thought we were just playing around in bed, with the ‘Daddy’ and all that. Were we?”

“Sure. We were just playing around.”

I nudged her off my lap and got up to refill my coffee. I walked around the table and sat down where she had been. The sun was coming in the window, shining right at her. Jesus, her tits! She wore one of my shirts, with all the buttons undone. The sunshine hit her right there in the chest. I’m a tit man, first, last, and always. You don’t get a scene like that one in your kitchen every day. You gotta pause and savor.

“It was your cock I wanted to get hard. Did you like that?”

“All that was great. In fact, I was impressed.”

She smiled. “You know I love to blow you.”

“Not that. I was impressed how you got over the morning-after blues so fast.”

“Oh.”

She stopped smiling and reached for her coffee, which was in front of me now since we’d switched seats. I gave it to her. When she finished I handed her a piece of toast. She finished that. Then she laced her fingers together and leaned on her hands, looking at me.

“I’m scared.”

I fought off a big laugh and let out only a little one. She didn’t laugh back.

“Of what? A fantasy?”

“It’s not normal.”

“To fantasize? Sure it is.”

“About dads, about kids fucking their parents, brothers and sisters, all that incest shit?”

“It’s more common than you think.”

“Then why haven’t I heard any of my friends tell me-“

“Tell you that they fucked their parents, or wanted to? That they give their brothers blow jobs? Because look how it freaked you out. They’d feel the same way, admitting that shit. They’re young. You’re young. Life takes a while.”

She sat back in the chair and closed the shirt. She sat and thought for a minute. Moment of truth, number two. Would she reject all that? Would she try harder to learn something about herself?

“It was really fun last night.”

I raised my coffee cup to her. A one-man toast.

“I mean… I never came so many times, ever.”

“Or so hard. Ever.”

“Does it mean I really want to fu-“

“It means you have a normal imagination, and you’re not afraid of yourself. You’re like the rest of us.”

“The rest? Like you? So you have fantasies about inc-“

“Maybe. Just know that I’m just as ‘normal’ as you are, baby.”

I raised another toast to her, and we got up from the table.

She blew me again in the shower. illegal bahis siteleri She said her pussy was sore from two days of fucking like mice, or rabbits, whatever. I soaped and rinsed and sucked a lot of tit. I’ve always preferred older women, for reasons you’ll have to wait to find out, but for Christ’s sake, a twenty-year-old with big firm tits is a gift from Mother Nature. I told Amy so. She grabbed a handful of cock and said, “Likewise… Daddy!”

I didn’t see her again until Tuesday evening. She walked in with an overnight bag overstuffed with God knows what a girl her age needs for one night. Then she solved that mystery.

“I’m spending the week here.”

I wasn’t given a chance to accept, or not.

“Ask me why I’m here on Tuesday.”

“Why Tuesday?”

She walked to the back of the sofa, bent over it, lifted her skirt. No panties.

“Because I was still sore on Monday. Fuck me, Daddy!!”

She watched me all the way in, and when John Thursday hit home, she almost left her feet.

“Oh, God, Daddy! I’ve been home missing your big Daddy dick!”

I drilled it into overdrive. Sinking deeper and staying there an extra second, for effect.

“OH FUCK ME, DADDY!! RIGHT THERE! HARDER!! RIGHT THERE!!”

As she wished. But no matter how much stamina a guy has, there are times when the gal runs the show. I was doing homework when she walked in. This was more than I was ready for. Daddy was about to blow.

“You better come soon, baby,” I grunted. “Daddy ain’t waiting to fill your fucking hole!”

That did it.

“DAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYYYY!! YES! OH GOD YEEEESSSS!!”

I stayed there as long as I could. When I pulled it out I painted her skirt white. Then I decided to make the most of the moment.

I leaned over her back, pulled her hair just hard enough, and said into her ear, “Daddy has a dirty cock. Clean it.”

She never made a sound until I heard her slurping up the last drop.

“And the balls, baby.”

She tongued the shaft and laid her mouth all over my balls. She might have been coming again for all the noises I heard. It was like the few days without her had never even happened. This was going to be a good week.

She showered while I heated some leftover pasta. At the table, she pushed her phone across to me.

“Read that conversation.”

The first thing I saw was the name ‘Beth.’ Bells rang, from Saturday night.

“Is this the cousin Beth, from your Daddy Christmas story?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

I started reading.

“Whoa!”

“I know.” She said this through a mouthful of spaghetti. I pushed the napkins toward her and started to read a message from Beth, out loud.

“‘…my mom was really drunk that Christmas night and we were talking about your dad and—please don’t be mad—but she told me she fucked him!'”

Amy finished a glass of wine and set it down, smoothing the table cloth in front of her.

“My dad is a player, apparently.” It was after she said that that she looked up at me, smiling.

“And this is news to you, I take it.”

“Oh, you haven’t read the half of it. Go ahead.”

I scrolled through the whole conversation. Beth’s mom is the sister of Amy’s mom. The sisters, according to Mrs. Beth (I don’t know their family names) were in the habit of comparing the men they slept with. When Amy’s mom told Beth’s mom that Amy’s dad was in a league of his own, Beth’s mom played the oldest trick in the book: ‘Prove it.’ Apparently Amy’s mom and dad are a bit more broad-minded than Amy was aware of. The sisters got liquored up and had a threesome with the lucky bastard. But according to Beth, her mom claimed that things didn’t stop there.

“Beth’s mom and my dad got it on a few more time, so Beth says, so her mom says, I guess.”

“You don’t buy it?”

She had filled her glass with more wine. She took another drink but didn’t finish the glass.

“Hell, three days ago I admitted that I come all over myself when I think of my dad’s giant dick, so… I guess I’m willing to believe anything now.”

“You’re wiser than your years,” I told her.

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning only fools get surprised by the things other people do. Anyone is capable of anything at any time. If I know anything, I know that.”

“What are you capable of?”

I stood and grabbed the win bottle, and my glass. I nodded for her to grab hers and follow me.

“Story time,” I told her.

She squealed a little and held the belt canlı bahis siteleri loop at the back of my pants as we left the kitchen.

“You think listening from across the hall, to your mom and dad fucking, was weird?”

We were on the sofa. No lights, just two candles and the glow of street lamps from outside. We were sitting apart, on either end. I wanted room to get into what I was about to tell her. I talk with my hands a lot. I move around. I’m a theater major. The whole world’s a stage, all that…

“Oh yeah, it was weird.”

“Right after I turned eighteen, I had an aunt who moved into a new house, a big house, and my mom volunteered me to spend a weekend there, helping my aunt move big boxes around, shit like that.”

“And you fu-“

“Slow down. We’ll get there.”

“Oh my god! Is this a true-“

“I never lie about sex. Look at my cock. What do I have to lie about?”

“Ha! Ha! Okay.”

I continued.

“The second night I’m there, she leaves me alone, says she has a date. The TV was working, all that, so I’d be fine there alone. She ordered me a pizza, and she left. I liked the place, so I didn’t mind.

“I’m asleep, a long time later, and I think I’m having a sex dream, moaning and groaning, all that, but then I wake up and realize I’m not asleep anymore. This is no dream.”

“What was it?”

“I laid there and listened for a minute, and then I thought I heard my aunt’s voice saying ‘Fuck me like that!'”

“Where was she?”

“I didn’t know. I had to find out. So I sneak to the door of the bedroom, and I open the door just a crack. This bedroom was near the living room, and through the crack I saw my aunt, straddling some big guy’s lap, and he was standing in the middle of the room, fucking her as he held up.”

“Walking around?”

“No, just standing there, with her riding him.”

“Oh wow!”

“I know. I’d seen porno, but never a live show.”

“Did you watch?”

“Of course. I was hard as concrete and already stroking myself.”

“Did they hear you?”

“Nope.”

“And did you come fast?”

“I did not. By eighteen a guy has jerked off what, a few thousand times? I knew how to string it along.”

“So you watched more?”

“Fuck yeah I did. He turned a little and I saw her big tits for the first time. I had always stared at hers when she wore bathing suits. Now there they were.”

“So you’re a tit man, baby?”

“Now you know.”

She saw me looking at hers. She laughed like she caught me stealing the last slice of cake from the fridge.

“So you like mine?”

“Sometimes they’re all I think about.”

She threw a small pillow at me and called me a name as she laughed. (You can’t beat a devilish sense of humor. If Amy wasn’t real, I’d invent her.)

“So you watched your aunt’s big tits. And then?”

“And then she hopped off the guy’s cock and got on her knees. She blew him until-“

“Was he big?”

“I honestly never looked. I was locked in on her tits and then on her head, blowing him so fast and hard.”

“Let me guess: Your aunt swallows?”

“She did that time. And I came all over the inside of the door. They walked to a bathroom on the other side of the house and I closed my door. I jerked off two more times before I fell asleep.”

I had started to rub my crotch. Amy was crawling toward me.

“You want Aunt Amy to swallow you, baby?”

She was reaching for my fly. I stopped her.

“Stand up. Show me your big fucking tits, baby.”

She was up in a hurry and throwing my shirt to the floor.

“Talk to me.”

She put her hands on her head and struck a pose.

“You like Aunt Amy’s big tits, honey? You want to suck on Aunt Amy’s big hard nipples?”

She grabbed her nipples herself and tweaked them, her tongue tracing a slow, sexy line across her bottom lip.

“I want to!”

“Show Aunt Amy your big cock first, baby.”

I pulled it out and let it dominate the room.

“Mmmmm! Oh, baby! Little boy has such a big, grown-up cock!”

“You should know, Auntie. You fucked it enough times.”

Amy froze, but only for a second.

“You fucked your aunt?!”

“Blow me and show me. Show me how badly you want to hear the rest of this story.”

I reached out and grabbed her by a wrist. I didn’t have to do much else. She was on the floor as fast as she could get down there, sucking me in like there was a prize waiting at the end. There was a prize. In fact, there were a few.

Still are. And the more Amy stays and the more we talk, the more I wonder if I’m really the only one in this room right now who has had a family member come all over me.

I’m going to find out, soon.

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‘Uh…uh…uh…uh…uh…can I?’

‘Oh, mm, yeah, go ahead…’

‘Mm– Nnmm. Ah.’

‘Ohhh…. oh yes, you’re coming along nicely…’

‘That’s amazing, I didn’t know anyone could that with their ass,’ I said, pulling out of her.

‘I could teach you how to do it with yours if you like,’ she said, automatically lowering her head to my cock.

‘No, that’s okay…’

‘Are you sure?’ she said, but it sound more like ‘Aw yaw shuh?’ as she sucked the last drop of cum from me.

‘Yeah, no, but thanks. Don’t think I’m quite ready for that,’ I said.

‘Okay. So what do you want to do now? Want me to sit on you? You can take me up the ass again…’

‘Let’s just… relax. And cuddle.’

‘Okay, but we really need to work on your stamina you know.’

‘I know.’

‘Especially with my niece coming.’

‘Your niece?’

‘Yeah, she’s staying here for a couple weeks. She’ll be here in a day or two. You’ll like her, she’s about your age. A little younger – 18 – but you don’t mind, do you?’

‘Heh. I suppose not.’

‘Mm, such a nice boy. Here, move your hand down here…’

‘Like this?’

‘Ahh…’

‘What’s her name?’

‘Selina.’

‘That’s pretty.’

‘She’s quite the looker. Very Indian looking, hypnotic eyes, perfect mouth, long hair, tall, slim body, little but firm breasts…’

‘You’ve got a thing for her!’

‘No I– how can you tell?’

‘With my hand where it is, I can tell.’

‘I suppose, but you’ll know why when you see her. I guess I just have a thing for young people– a little deeper dear… uh, that’s it — women included. I’d love to have a piece of her, even if she is my sister’s daughter. My only hope is… well, she knows about me, what I’m like, I hope she’s come to indulge in the lifestyle with me. We Indian girls can get quite repressed if we don’t have copious amounts of sex, you know.’

‘I’ve noticed.’

‘My mother was the same. But I see you’re looking forward to meeting her if this is anything to go by…’

‘It is.’

‘Hoping to get a little three-way action?’

‘I’d hate to intrude on family. Do you think it’s likely?’

‘Anything’s possible, especially when I tell her how big you are.’

‘I’d appreciate that.’

‘No problem. Now, how do you want it?’

‘On top’s fine…’

* * *

I watched the niece arrive from my bathroom window. She was a thin, lithe, girl, younger than me I guessed, with long black hair, and big black eyes. She gave her uncle a kiss on the cheek and her aunt two kisses and a long hug.

The uncle took the niece’s suitcase as Ambrin escorted her into the house, arm in arm. Just before they walked out of view, Ambrin looked up to me and nodded. I nodded back, although they had gone out of view. I started to undress.

***

I had only been in the shower a few minutes, when I noticed the window across the way darken. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ambrin and her niece standing there. I pretended not to notice. I couldn’t see their expressions, but I thought they were talking to each other.

I casually washed the lather off of my body and moved my hands to my crotch. I started to massage myself, letting myself grow. Once I was quite large, I soaped my hand up and started to work myself in earnest, flexing my shoulders and muscles, tightening my stomach, in short, giving a good performance for the girls.

I stroked myself hard and long, profiling myself against the wall. The thought of someone, someones rather, watching me, gave me a thrill, as it had the first time. After a while, I shot my load in a great display, arching my back and spurting forward greatly. After that I cleaned myself up and got out of the shower.

I moved away from the window to dry myself off. When I peeked out from behind it I saw that the two were still in the window, but the niece was turned away, talking to Ambrin.

I waited, seeing if I would catch another glimpse of the pretty niece again, I watched as their heads bent forward, it almost looked as if they were kissing, on the lips.

Ambrin tilted her niece’s head sideways and I saw that they were kissing, a little hesitantly. Ambrin winked at me.

***

The next evening I said that I was leaving to meet with a friend. I would call again later to extend that alibi into the night. This was because the usual alibi, that I was going next door to ‘help with the office,’ wouldn’t have worked at night.

I crossed over tentatively, making sure my parent’s wouldn’t be able to see me dart next door. I ran down the driveway and rang the bell.

The niece answered the door. We stood there for a second or two, sizing each other up.

The first thing I noticed about her, was her eyes, dark, almost black eyes at the centre of a perfectly proportioned face. Then I noticed the shape she cut in the doorway. Her body was long and her flesh supple. She wasn’t overweight, and nor was she skinny. She had on jeans illegal bahis and a black, skin tight shirt which showed, and stopped just below, two good, round, medium sized tits. She narrowed nicely at the waist and widened attractively at the hips. Her belly bulged attractively… I wanted to fill it so bad. Her long, black, slightly curly hair fell down her back, stopping just before two small, round cheeks at the top of a couple thin and very long legs, ending at bare feet. She had the proportions of a teenager who is just starting to fill out. Combined with soft, chocolate milk skin that would drive anyone crazy.

‘Hi,’ she said, smiling.

‘Hi,’ I said, returning the smile.

‘Come on in. My Aunt’s upstairs.’ I closed the door behind me and followed her up.

‘I saw you across the street last night,’ she said as we went up the stairs.

‘Yeah?’ I paused, unsure what to say. ‘Did you, uh, like it?’

‘Yeah. I’ve never seen a boy masturbate before.’

‘Well, maybe you’ll get to see one do it up close soon.’ I replied.

She looked back and smiled as we got to the ladder to the loft. I got a good look at her rear in a pair of very tight jeans as she mounted the ladder. I followed her up.

Ambrin was already up there. She was naked and sitting on the floor, lighting some candles. The scent of vanilla hung in the air.

I stood there, watching, as Ambrin’s niece retreated behind her. She kneeled shyly and clasped her aunt around the chest. Ambrin turned her head and kissed her niece on the cheek, then ran her tongue along the young woman’s jaw. She then turned to me, saying my name with a sly smile.

“…I’d like you to meet Selina. Selina, this is the man who is going to take your virginity.”

I tried to smile seductively. I saw Selina’s hand fall down to her lap. She shifted slightly as her hand pressed into her unfathomed depths.

“First though, I think that a more intimate introduction is required. Selina, kneel over here. And you, kneel here.” I did as directed, kneeling alongside the young niece, our knees and legs touching. I could feel my cock lengthen and fill out slightly in anticipation. Ambrin kneeled behind us, very closely, in order to best direct our actions. I felt her breast and breath on my back as she leaned into us.

She turned to me and said “I want her first time to be perfect, so before you penetrate her, I want her to masturbate you so that you won’t come so quickly inside of her.” I thought that that would be a problem no matter how many time I was masturbated. “Also, I want her to become familiar with it first, it can be kind of scary for a girl to get used to it for the first time.” Ambrin brushed her niece’s hair away and kissed her on the neck. I looked at Selina, who was staring deep into my eyes, I lost myself in them for a while.

“First, though, why don’t you both kiss?”

I felt Ambrin’s hand on the back of my head, guiding me to her niece’s lips. I parted mine just as I felt her’s upon them. Our tongues snaked towards each other and we played back and forth with them. I felt Ambirn’s hand wander down my chest and wondered where her other one was.

I felt Ambrin lean harder into me and felt her other hand on my hand. It grasped it by the back of my hand and layed it palm downwards on Selina’s covered breast. She moved it slightly, making me rub her niece. I could already feel the nipple pressing up from the hard flesh, through the fabric of the tight, lowcut top. Selina was breathing very hard and she had to pull out of my mouth to catch her breath. I was now straining against my jeans, getting quite uncomfortable.

Selina and I just looked at each other lustily as her aunt guided my hand over her young breasts. Eventually, her hand fell away, taking mine with it. Then she clasped Selina’s hand and moved it up my leg. I felt the two hands, one on top of each other, travel up my thigh to rest on my crotch. Once again, the rubbing started. Ambrin took her hand away while Selina continued to brush me. “Go ahead, open him up,” she instructed, kissing her on the ear. Then she leaned over to me and kissed me in the same place.

Selina brought her other hand over and managed to undo the top button of my jeans. Then, very carefully, she brought the zipper down, revealing the cloth of my boxers. I leant back as her long hand delved between the flaps of my jeans. She stared after it, entranced, and then finally brought it out. She held it, just looking at it, not moving at all.

Ambrin sensed her young relative’s hesitation. I soon felt her hand upon her young progenitor’s, moving it up and down rhythmically. I leant back farther, getting rewarded with some more kisses from the older aunt. Then I felt the older, more experienced hands massaging my balls, feeling their weight. I was gasping at this point, and trying hard not to blow off too soon.

Then I felt the hands leave. I opened my eyes. Ambrin was pushing her niece forward as she got up on her knees. “Take off your illegal bahis siteleri clothes,” she instructed me. I slid out of them as Selina watched, silently allowing her aunt to push her into a hands and knees position in front of me. “Sit in front of us, legs open” I was instructed again. That now made two of us completely naked, with the novice still fully clothed. As they both kneeled in front of me, I could see down Selina’s top slightly. She was wearing a black lace bra which seemed to be more for effect than actual support. I compared the swell of her breasts to her aunt’s as she bent forward. They were smaller and firmer, but definitely of the same type. They would probably look exactly the same when she reached the same age.

Ambrin tilted her head to instruct her pupil once more. “What I want you to do this time is to kiss it and take it into your mouth.” Selina’s nose scrunched up involuntarily. She didn’t like the idea much. Ambrin saw this as clearly as I.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that bad. I’ve sucked him lots of times, you won’t catch anything. Look, I’ll do it first. Make sure you can see, this is what I want you to do…” She leant forward and grasped me at the base of my shaft. Her lips went to the my purple head and she kissed it a couple times. Then she tilted her head and slipped the top inch into her mouth. She moved it in and out a couple times, leaving plenty of saliva on it. Then she started kissing again, going up and down my shaft, sometimes running her tongue along the length of it. At one point she went down as far as my balls and took one of them inside her mouth. She did this all carefully and slowly, making sure not to get me too fully aroused. Finally, she returned to the top of the head and performed a trick that I was crazy about. She deep throated me down to the hilt. As I felt the back of her throat press against the tip of my penis, I looked at her niece who was staring very wide eyed at the spectacle. I smiled at this and then looked back at her aunt who was pulling up, licking her lips.

She turned to her niece and smiled with an encouraging sweetness. She leant in and kissed her fully on the lips, forcing her tongue into the young mouth. She pulled out a short time later and said “See? He doesn’t taste that bad.”

Selina smiled at this and leant forward to my penis. She grasped it once more and looked at it for a moment. Ambrin brought her face close to the other’s and kissed her on the cheek. Selina licked her lips and tilted my cock towards her lips. They kissed me quite gingerly at first and it was a time before I felt the stiff wetness of her tongue along my shaft. Then my head was inside of her mouth and her tongue was caressing it. She sucked on it hard and took as much of me into her mouth as she could. The warmth of her mouth was comforting. I felt her mouth slide up and down me a couple times and then leave. She must not be liking it too much even now. Oh well. She might get used to it.

“Okay?” her aunt asked. Selina nodded her head. “Do you want him to cum in your mouth?” I prayed she would. Unfortunately though, she shook her head no.

“Okay, then sit back up,” her aunt instructed. “You too,” she said to me. I did. “Kneel in front of each other.”

We did so, my wet cock sticking upwards. Ambrin kneeled behind Selina, her legs open and her thighs pressing into the other’s rear. She put her head over Selina’s shoulder and said to me “Why don’t you take her shirt off?”

I smiled and, instead of lifting my hands to her shirt immediately, I sat forward to kiss her on the lips again. I placed kisses first on her lips and then her cheeks. Ambrin joined me in this and we were placing kisses all over the young girl’s face. As I moved to her neck, I raised my arms and reached around behind her. I ran my hands up and down her aunt’s body first, dragging my nails against the edges of her breasts. She shivered and then whispered into Selina’s ear before nibbling her earlobe “Mm… I’ve trained this one well…”

I was now at the cleft between Selina’s breasts, along the line of her shirt. I placed my hands at her hips and found the hem of her shirt. I pulled up gently, easing it between the two women’s flesh. My heart raced as I looked at the girl in her bra. Her chest was heaving, arms useless at her side as her aunt ran her hands up and down them, still kissing her neck. Her stomach was flat and tight and I marvelled at it as Ambrin drew her hands across it. I looked at the swell of the young breasts again and felt my mouth water. I thought I could see two tiny, dark nipples straining at the black lace. I lent in again and started to kiss her chest, running my tongue around the edge of her bra. My hands started roaming around her back, pressing between the flesh of the two women. I raised them to her shoulders and lowered the straps that were there, but left the cups in place. I brought my hands round to where the bra hooked together, brushing Ambrin’s breasts on the way down. I managed to undo the clasp canlı bahis siteleri and let the garment fall away.

I looked down to a wondrous sight. Two firm, almost perfectly round breasts were placed on a thin, ribbed frame. Two very small, dark nipples pointed pertly upwards at me, riding the giant rising and falling swells beneath me. I stuck my fingers out and took a little nipple underneath each thumb. I marvelled as I massaged the small objects, noting how different they were to Ambrin’s large and generous ones. I bent forward and took one of them into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue, sucking it. I savoured the panting softness but wasn’t too long before I felt a slightly older hand pull the nipple out of my mouth.

I looked back up at our shared mentor. “Lie back down,” I was instructed. I did so, my eyes hypnotised by the way the womanly hands were rubbing the young breasts between them. Then the hands dropped to the girl’s waist. Ambrin whispered into Selina’s ear “Take his penis in your hand, Selina, and rub him until he cums…”

Selina got down on her chest between my legs and started to move her hand up and down the length of my penis. Ambrin scooted up beside her to get a better look. She looked at me and smiled. “Don’t hold back, now,” she said to me and smiled. She reached out and touched my balls, playing with them, making them tighten instantly.

I looked down between me, and saw these two women fondling me, and the only difference between them was perhaps twenty-five years. Both hands were touching me, giving me such pleasure…

I erupted in a geyser of white cream, straight up into the air. Selina let out a squeal of surprise and let go of me. Ambrin smiled and took her place, milking me out. Sperm was spread all over her hand and my stomach and legs. Selina watched, transfixed, until Ambrin let go. “Fun, isn’t it?” she said.

Selina didn’t answer, she was looking at the back of her hand, where some of my cum had landed. “Go ahead, taste it,” her aunt suggested.

Selina stuck out a hesitant tongue and slowly brought her hand up to meet it. I watched the edge of the long, thin, drop touch the tip of her tongue and then her face contort. She pulled her hand away and looked beseechingly at her aunt. Ambrin smiled and took her hand, holding it so that none of the cum fell off. Then she raised her other hand which was nearly covered in cum. She started to lick it off herself, slowly, sensually. When it was all gone, she made a show of throwing her head back, showing her long neck, and swallowing.

When that was done, she lifted her niece’s hand up and licked the cum off of it, again very slowly. She then kissed Selina fully, putting some of the cum in her mouth. I could tell this because Selina jerked slightly as her aunt’s tongue entered her. They broke the kiss after a couple seconds.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ambrin said. Selina shrugged. Ambrin shrugged comically back at her. “Oh well,” she said, “More for me…” and then turned back to me.

I had lost a lot of my stiffness but my cock was still covered in cum. Ambrin smiled and then leant down, licking my stomach, balls, anywhere that any cum had landed.

When she had finished, she sat back up and looked at Selina.

“Well, I think it’s time we stop the foreplay and get down to business, don’t you both?” We both nodded our heads, I enthusiastically, and Selina shyly, cautiously. “Would you like to remove her jeans, or shall I?”

I said that I would. Ambrin smiled sat down on a large pillow that was leaning against a wall, legs open. She pulled Selina over to her and the niece slid her rear in between her aunt’s legs, laying her back against the older woman’s breasts. The girl put her knees up slightly and smiled at me. The aunt raised a hand and started to rub the girl’s left breast. I leant in to undo her button and zipper. I pulled it down slowly, revealing some light cotton panties. I pulled open the flies and brushed my nails against the fabric, making Selina twinge and grin involuntarily.

I slid my hands into the jeans and moved them around to her backside, feeling a firm pair of cheeks. I tugged them down slowly, savouring the firm, smooth flesh of her thin, long legs. They came off and I flung them aside. I parted her legs again and kissed one of her knees. I slowly worked my way down the inside of her leg until I got to the softer flesh of her inner thigh. I could already smell the thick, musty wetness that I had learned to recognize from her aunt. My nose grazed the thin cotton barrier of her panties and I heard her take a sharp breath. I had waited long enough.

I straightened up slightly, and put my hands on either side of her waist. Ambrin was still caressing her flesh and pressing the odd kiss against her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, anywhere and everywhere.

I gently pulled the fabric down, watching her face. She returned my stare levelly. I looked back down to her panties and saw a small strip of hair, about an inch wide, nicely trimmed.

I looked back up at her “I trimmed her last night, didn’t I Selina?” Ambrin kissed her niece and Selina smiled. I ran the back of my finger among the curls. They were black, like the rest of her hair, and soft.

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Milwaukee, Wisconsin is known for things like beer, bratwurst, cheese and motorcycles. It’s also known for hot, muggy summers and cold, snowy winters. But it’s not known for romance. Kelly Woodall, however, didn’t go to Milwaukee looking for romance. She went to try to escape the pain of a broken heart… oh and also for a new job.

It began a few nights after her lover of two years decided that he wanted more than he thought she was willing to give and called off the relationship. As she tried to forget her sorrow by watching a movie on television, her old college roommate called. Though the two of them had remained close over the years, Kelly hadn’t yet told her, or anyone else, about the break-up so she knew this couldn’t be a call to cheer her.

“Kelly, come quickly. I need you!” she implored.

“Katherine, I have bad news for you. Steve dumped me Sunday so I won’t be coming, quickly or slowly, any time in the near future.”

“What?” she nearly shrieked. “What happened?”

Briefly she explained the situation to and the next thing she knew, she was being talked into quitting her job and moving to Milwaukee to work for Katherine’s company. Her family wasn’t happy about her decision but it provided her with a reason to leave memories of Steve hundreds of miles away; not to mention start a new career challenge and meet people who would help her build a new phase to her life.

It was six months later when Kelly was summonded to Katherine’s office as she was putting the final touches on her latest project. She wasn’t pleased to be interrupted since she working under a tight deadline for a very picky client and her annoyance sparked in her eyes as she entered her office, nearly slamming the door shut behind her. Her mouth was half open to deliver a stinging comment when Katherine cut her off by directing her attention to the man who was sitting in the guest chair near the door.

“Kelly, this is Chris Turbin, our newest client. He’s an attorney with the Milwaukee County Bar Association.”

“Hi, Kelly, it’s nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand to her as he stood briefly.

“Thank you,” she finally stammered.

“We’ve been chosen to publish their bi-monthly newsletter and I’m putting you in charge of the account,” Katherine continued.

While Kelly had been providing editorial oversight for several accounts since she started, this was the first account that was completely hers. She had to wonder what Katherine was thinking as she felt completely unqualified for such a task but tried to keep her shock from showing.

“I’m looking forward to working with you,” he said, directing his dark blue eyes to look only at her. “Frankly, we’re really unhappy with our current publisher and Katherine tells me you’re the best here.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” she said, “But I certainly give my best effort.”

Once Chris left the building, Kelly had some rather stern words with Katherine for putting her in this position without any foreknowledge. In turn, Katherine tried to reason with and even flatter her but when pushed; she finally admitted that she was tired of Kelly living like a cloistered nun. According to her standards, her friend was spending too many hours at work and that what free time she allowed herself wasn’t being spent socially.

“And how is this supposed to change things?” Kelly asked.

“Because I’m shifting most of your other duties elsewhere so you can devote your time to Chris.”

“To Chris?”

“And his publication,” she added hastily.

Despite her initial hesitation, Kelly found that she liked working with Chris. It was obvious that he was not only charming and witty but also smart and he had a clear vision for what he wanted from the newsletter. She enjoyed the shared banter which took on an increasingly intimate and flirtatious tone as the weeks passed.

One evening, after putting in a very long day at the office, Kelly stopped at the market on her way home to pick up some things for dinner. August was being typically hot and muggy so she didn’t feel like anything that required cooking and perused the produce section, looking to make a salad. As she picked through the tomatoes, she heard someone behind her.

“Carrots and cucumbers, eh? Feeling a bit frustrated are we?”

Instantly she recognized the voice as Chris’ and didn’t turn around but answered as she continued her search for the perfect tomato.

“No, I’m hungry. When I’m frustrated, I prefer lady fingers and a good Polish sausage.”

She felt his hands gently clasp her shoulders as he leaned in and whispered, illegal bahis “Did I ever tell you my ancestors changed their name from Tubinski when they came to America?”

There was a hint of amusement in his voice that made her wonder if he was joking. Either way, she couldn’t keep her impudence in check.

“I said a good Polish sausage.”

“How will you know if you don’t try it?”

“Is that an invitation?”

He pulled Kelly back into him and nuzzled her neck. His warm breath ghosted across her skin. Then his lips found her ear lobe and began to expertly nibble on it, making her break out in goose bumps that had nothing to do with the chill of the air conditioning. Just as she became aware of the hardness of his body, she also remembered that they were in the middle of the supermarket and probably shouldn’t be acting this way, but then she felt the bulge in his groin press into her lower back and didn’t care.

“Yes, that’s an invitation,” he said, subtly rubbing against her. “Will you come over for dinner tomorrow night?”

That was not what she was expecting to hear. Her body suddenly became rigid as she replayed his words in her mind, thinking she’d just heard something else. Unfortunately, she couldn’t come up with anything.

“Dinner?”

He spun her around to face him before continuing. When he spoke again, she noticed that his tone was still cordial and enthusiastic but no longer so intimate.

“Yes, dinner. I know it sounds mundane but I am a pretty good cook, well, so long as I’m cooking on the grill.”

“Okay,” she complied, still a bit whip lashed, “When and where?”

“Tomorrow. I’ll email you with the details. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Then I’d better leave you. I’ve got some preparations to make before tomorrow.”

“Sure, I look forward to it.”

The next morning Kelly opened her email with eager anticipation, finding the message that would give her the details she so desperately craved. She knew that he was cooking out so it would be a casual affair but still she found herself yearning to know where he lived and how soon she would see him again. Her fingers lightly stroked the side of her neck where his lips had been the previous day and she wondered what the evening would bring. Would he tease and torment her all night long or would he take her all the way to nirvana?

Kelly needed some nirvana. Since moving to Milwaukee, she’d come to rely on her toys for sexual satisfaction. Though she couldn’t claim to have no social life, so far she hadn’t met anyone else she connected with on such a visceral level. His quiet confidence in who he was and what he wanted was attractive. He wasn’t brash and boastful and he’d never been a tyrant, but she knew he had it all together and was going to get what he wanted. Now it just remained to see how long he was going to take before he got her.

The day passed far too slowly. Hours seemed to drag until she could finally leave the office and go home to change for her date. She was pleasantly surprised to find his house wasn’t all that far from hers since she expecting him to live in a gated community of an upscale suburb, not in a historic neighborhood.

Chris led her through the house to the beautifully landscaped back yard. Several large old oak trees ringed the property with flowerbeds interspersed between them. At the back she saw a gazebo next to a pond with a fountain and left him at the grill to go explore it. For a long time she watched in fascination as the brightly colored koi darted around in the water. The light breeze kept the temperature from being oppressive and she felt very tranquil.

Warm hands gently clasped her shoulders and she smelled the odor of charcoal coming from behind her.

“Dinner’s ready,” Chris said, planting a warm kiss on her cheek before leading her back to the patio.

The meal was everything she could have wanted and then some. Chris certainly hadn’t exaggerated his cooking abilities when it came to the grill. He even used his skills to fix a sumptuous desert that more than satisfied her sweet tooth. She offered to help clean up but he wouldn’t hear of it. Instead, he stacked the dishes on a tray and took them inside, returning with two tall glasses of iced tea. The two of them sat close together on the swing in the gazebo and listened to the evening breeze sigh through the trees.

Kelly wasn’t really surprised when he pulled her even closer and sought out her lips with his own. What did surprise her was that she could almost feel the passion radiating from him in waves. Though his kiss was tender, it was like the illegal bahis siteleri rest of his body was fighting hard to not fling her to the ground to be ravished and she found herself responding in kind. Chills ran down her spine as his long fingers entwined with her hair.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw your picture on Katherine’s desk.”

“What picture?” she asked, barely able to even remember who Katherine was, let alone what she had on her desk.

“The one of the two of you at her wedding,” he responded before kissing her again.

This time he let his lips slide from her mouth, across her cheek and to her ear. Her nipples tightened when his breath floated across her neck. As he whispered the things he wanted to do, she felt herself begin to get wet and grasped his arms, almost unable to believe that this was really happening. Nearly seven months of celibacy was about to end in what she knew would be a blaze of passion.

Abruptly, he pulled away, taking Kelly by the hand and practically dragging her into the house. As she walked through the kitchen, she kicked off her sandals and wondered how fast she could get out of the rest of her clothes. Chris didn’t give her time to undress. Before she knew what was happening, she was lifted up on the dining table, her skirt unceremoniously hiked up, her panties pulled off and her legs parted. She gasped in surprise as she felt his tongue slide over her labia.

“Oh my God, you taste so good,” he exclaimed before burying his face in her feminine folds.

In all her years, Kelly had never met someone who seemed so enthusiastic about eating her out. Even when she was chatting online with men who claimed there was nothing as good as going down on a woman, she assumed they were all liars, handing out a clever line to try to get girls. Chris’ enthusiasm, however, was very real and when he latched onto her clit, his talent became very real as well. Never had any man been able to stimulate her so quickly and thoroughly.

It was no time at all before she felt the tension welling up inside her. She struggled to push her hips forward to meet his insistent lips and tongue. Finally she couldn’t take it any longer. The hunger that couldn’t be sated by any number of toys, the thirst that couldn’t be quenched by mere masturbation, it all came to a head and she thought she felt her blood stop pumping for a moment before the universe crashed in on her.

The scream that escaped her lips as her climax ripped through her was animalistic in its pitch and timbre. Her body convulsed as though a demon were being cast out and through it all Chris never lost contact with her. Even as she shook and writhed on the table, he continued to lightly flick his tongue across her clit, making her orgasm continue on well past anything she’d ever experienced before.

Finally, the spasms ended and she went limp. Chris continued to slowly lap at her labia while he gently stroked her thighs and hips and even brushed his fingertips across her belly. She felt light and ethereal, almost as if she could float up to the ceiling. A soft, sigh escaped her lips while a contented smile played at her lips. She felt him slowly pull away from her genitals and kiss his way over her dress up to her face.

“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear.

“You too.”

“Do you have the energy to keep going?”

A broad grin cut across her face.

“Hmmm, I think that if you’d get me some water, I could keep going. I’m just a bit dehydrated from all that panting.”

“Not to mention all the fluids you lost down here,” he added, slowly running a finger between her damp, swollen labia.

She squirmed again and smiled to see the twinkle in his eyes as he walked to the kitchen. Noises drifted to her ears and with great effort she pushed herself upright on the table and watched for his return. When he came back into the dining room, her jaw dropped for not only had he picked up two bottles of water, he had also shed his clothing and his erection preceded him by a good length. He didn’t speak as he handed her an opened bottle and used his free hand to slowly begin stroking himself. Eventually she collected herself enough to remark on his condition.

“You know, there aren’t many people who can make me speechless but you’ve done a good job.”

“Good,” he said with a wicked grin.

Kelly continued to watch as he kept pleasuring himself. The dark red head of his penis slipped in and out of the loose fist he had wrapped around his length.

“There aren’t many people who can make me this hard either but you’ve canlı bahis siteleri done a good job,” he added.

He noticed as her eyes became glassy and her stare fixed on his groin wondering what he would do next. Never in her life had anyone teased and tantalized her so much without laying a hand on her but Chris was a master of the mind fuck. He knew how to make her desire him with a look that went straight to her libido. He’d done it several times in the office and even that once in the supermarket but this performance topped them all.

“You want this, Kelly,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her mouth was dry despite the water she’d been sipping and she could only nod in agreement, unable to form the words that were spinning through her brain.

“Then come and get it.”

She couldn’t resist and desperately wanted to replace his hand with her mouth so she rolled around on the table until she was on her back and her head was hanging over the edge. Eagerly she opened her mouth waiting for that first taste of him.

Carefully he stepped up to the edge of the table and slowly began to feed her the hard length of his penis. After she had several inches inside her mouth, she readjusted to let her head fall back even further, opening her mouth and throat so that she could take even more of him. He lovingly stroked her face, surprised by her enthusiasm and expertise.

Kelly’s tongue exerted a subtle pressure on the underside of him, as if encouraging him to go deeper but he stopped to slowly pull back out. She felt him sliding away from her but not for long. When only the head was held by her soft lips, he plunged forward again, slowly and deliberately ending with a wiggle of his hips. His moans of pleasure added to the experience and for the first time in several months she felt completely blissful.

It wasn’t much longer until Chris’ moans became louder and more staccato. When her hands reached out to caress his legs and butt, she felt his muscles getting tighter.

“Oh God, Kelly. Let go now!”

His instructions came through gritted teeth and she wondered what she’d done to cause this but he didn’t give her time to think beyond that. He reached over and grabbed her ankles, spinning her around once again until she faced him. He pulled hard on her legs until her shapely ass was nearly off the edge of the table. Without even a hint of warning, he settled himself between her thighs and shoved his achingly hard cock into her hot, moist folds.

For a short, panicked moment, she thought she was being split in two. Despite the fact that she was more aroused than she could ever remember being, Chris was amazingly well endowed in both girth and length. Once he was buried deep inside her, however, he held still and let her body adjust to him. His self-control, however, came with a price. He gripped her thighs so tightly that she knew she’d have bruises there the next day but she considered it a minor price to pay for such fantastic sex.

Patiently she waited until he started to move inside her; just slightly at first, building up to longer and more languorous strokes. The urgency he’d felt just a few moments before had waned slightly and though he knew he wouldn’t last a particularly long time, he wanted to make sure that she enjoyed the experience as much as he did. Somewhat awkwardly, she pushed up into him, trying to feel him deeper inside her.

“Yessssssssssssss,” he hissed as he arched his back meeting her thrusts.

His fingers gripped her tightly once again and she reached out to grab the sides of the table as she felt herself slide back on the polished wood. A momentary comical vision of the two of them sliding off the other side flashed through her mind but she was instantly brought back to the here and now by Chris’ increasingly loud and frequent groans of pleasure. With one final jerk he slammed into her and held her close, bending over to wrap his arms around her. She could feel his entire body twitching with the intensity of his orgasm as she returned the tight embrace. Her legs wrapped around his back and pulled him even closer.

It seemed like an eternity before they finally loosened their mutual hold on each other and even longer for her breathing to return to anything close to normal. Chris took her hand and helped her down from the table but neither of them were in any condition to walk so they sank into the deep pile of the carpeting. Once there he cradled her gently in his arms, planting soft kisses on her lips and smiling a very contented smile.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for a lovely evening.”

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Author’s Notes: The author does not condone unsafe sexual practices and their use here should not be construed otherwise. As the saying goes, “Cover the stump before you hump.” Please don’t forget to vote and send feedback!

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Incest—a word that has extreme negative connotations. The image that most often comes about when the word is mentioned is that of a father forcing himself on his daughter. Any forcible sex act, especially done by a parent to a child, should result in the parent being punished in legal and non-legal ways.

This is a fantasy of consensual incest between adults. It is intended for adults who are interested in reading about consensual sex between relatives. If this offends you, do not continue any further.

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The original idea for this story and some initial writing was from 2007. I was thrilled to return to this and complete the tale. Enjoy!

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The couple happily strolled from La Luna Azul, their Bahamas hotel, along a pathway which divided the well-manicured lawn. Don, 22, and Gina, 41, were smiling and holding hands as they walked away from the small groups of people milling about outside the resort’s front door. Some of the folks nodded or smiled at the apparent May-December couple leisurely walking in the sunny, 73 degree weather.

Don was muscular, especially his upper body. He had a washboard stomach and dark brown hair, and was donned in a navy Speedo. The Olympic-like trunks were similar to a clingy, second skin, wickedly showcasing the breath and width of his manhood.

Gina, a brunette with wavy locks, was in a canary yellow barely-there bikini. The cups of the top seemed like they were having difficulty holding in her breasts. The two luscious, fleshy melons sagged just ever so, but were large and traffic-stopping. The top also offered a plentiful view of her spacious cleavage. The bottom portion of the bikini was this side of broad dental floss, decadently slipping up between her two curvy, sumptuous ass-cheeks while the front was merely a tight pouch for her vulva.

She couldn’t get over how he looked like her deceased husband.

He couldn’t get over how much she looked like porn queen Kendra Lust.

No one could get over—or knew—that they were mother and son.

The couple walked to a destination known only to Don. He guided her to a detour in the path. After several more yards, they reached a clearing in the lush, tropical garden surroundings. She gasped at the sight before them.

“Oh, Don!”

It was a small, secluded lagoon. The pond was moderately shallow, crystal clear, and turquoise. Coconut palm trees abounded. The beach, lavishly adjacent to the tiny waterfall, was pristine and white, complete with two lounge chairs under two very large umbrellas.

“Happy Birthday, Mom,” he joyfully said.

Her eyes were frantically scanning over the scenery.

“This is gorgeous!” she gushed.

The Adonis turned to look at her. She couldn’t remove her gaze from the breathtaking landscape. In turn, he couldn’t stop looking at her. Gina’s smile was ear-to-ear. Her brown eyes were wide and in wonder, doting between the water, the trees, and the beach.

A small tear appeared out of the corner of the eye closest to Don. The droplet slowly made its way down her face. She turned to him. The other eye was also misty.

“Thank you, baby,” she responded, doing a poor job of holding herself back from loosing it.

Her arms flung Don’s neck. Automatically his arms went around her waist, pulling her in for an embrace. She hurriedly, absentmindedly, and emotionally, pressed her lips fully to his. He responded, pressing back his mouth into hers with equal passion.

It was not a standard mother-son kiss. It didn’t last long. But during those very brief, scintillating seconds, their mouths were plastered against each other in a wet fury. When her tongue brushed against the tip of his she jumped back as if scalded.

“Oh, baby! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she genuinely apologized and started a staccato of “I,” “I,”

For Don, it was an absolute pleasure. He had longed for this moment—to fully kiss the woman of his dreams, to be wrapped in each other’s arms in a hug reserved for lovers, to have her ripe bust pressed against his chest, and to briefly have his stirring penis graze her famished vagina. He feigned embarrassment.

“Mom, it’s ok.”

“No, no,” she blabbered on in self-chastisement. “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. I got lost in the moment.”

“Mom—”

“It’s just that, I knew we were getting away to Nassau. I knew the trip was for my birthday but this,” she tossed her hand in a semi-circle at the lagoon, “this is beyond belief!”

The widow prattled on.

“I almost lost it yesterday when we got into the room and there was the bouquet of 12 long-stem roses. But I am loosing it now. I am sorry, it’s just—”

It was his turn to cut her off.

“Mom! Stop it!”

His tone was stern for shock value. It worked. Gina blinked her eyes and became quiet.

Don cupped her face in his hands and peered at her with understanding, loving eyes. He smiled at her. His touch and look immediately began to relieve Gina of her meltdown. illegal bahis

“Mom. It’s ok. Really.”

She returned the smiled. There was a pause, their eyes locked on each other. He soothingly broke the quiet.

“I know it’s been a very emotional time for you. For both of us.”

More relief washed over the stunning woman.

“Thank you,” she croaked. “Thank you for forgiving me…and for this wonderful surprise!”

“There’s nothing to forgive. I got kissed by a gorgeous MILF!”

My MILF his mind stated confidently.

Gina rolled her eyes back in an OMG look. It made her face be released from his hold. She playfully punched him in the arm.

“Now, now, Hot Shot. You shouldn’t call your mother that.”

Even though Gina admonished Don, she admitted to herself it was half-hearted. Even more so, she secretly appreciated the risqué compliment.

The lad’s first thought was to comeback with a joking “You shouldn’t kiss your son like that,” then thought she might regress and turn on the waterworks again.

“But you are beautiful, mom.”

Her immediate response was looking at him with soft, doe-like eyes.

“Thank you,” was the barely audible reply.

Silence, and more of the Bambi look from her.

“I love you, son.”

Gently Don re-cupped her face in hands, tilting her head toward himself. He planted a kiss on top of her head.

“Close your eyes,” he tenderly directed.

The mother willfully obeyed. He then lovingly kissed each sealed eyelid.

“I love you, too.”

The brunette felt her knees shake, and her heart flutter. She once saw in an old movie, a male lover kiss his woman in triangular fashion like Don had just done. She sighed then. She swooned now, her heart ‘skipping a beat.’

The buxom beauty also felt an unexpected tingle within her loins. Immediate self-condemnation took over.

Shit, G! You’re feeling a twitter in your twat?! Is that a hint of moisture? This is your son! Are you fucking nuts?!

Unbeknownst to the handsome lad, he interrupted more of her self-reproach. He let go of her face and took hold of her right hand.

“Come on. Let’s enjoy.”

Once again hand-in-hand, the two padded through the sand to the two chaises. In between the chairs was a table with a wine bucket and two glasses. In the ice-filled container was a bottle of 2007 Dom Perignon.

Don opened the bottle and filled both of their glasses with the expensive, renowned beverage. He handed hers and took his goblet. They smiled at each other, clinked the glasses together, and partook of the champagne. He had downed half of his while she consumed all of hers in one healthy gulp.

Gina put her glass on the table, and reclined on the lounger. Feeling carefree and happy, she motioned for him to put his glass back down on the table top.

“Care for another round, young man?”

“Sure.”

She refilled both glasses. He took a slightly healthier swig than before but there was still some left in his glass. She again tossed back her liquor in one shot. They both placed their goblets back on the table.

She looked at him and smiled warmly.

Gina’s vision was initially one of appreciation and love for all that Don had presented her with. It changed, unexpectedly for her and quite rapidly, to a more unusual one. Several weighty factors attributed to this visual change.

The attractive mother and wife had no sex for over a year (except for masturbation.) The trauma of the phrases “Stage 4” and “advanced” from her husband’s physician and the specialist changed her physical and emotional world. During this time and after the funeral, intimacy with another was not on Gina’s mind.

Conflicting with the longstanding celibacy was the current dilemma. Here, now, in this tropical paradise, before her is a MILF’s boy-toy dream, a young mythological god clad in a swimsuit from Chippendale’s. A boy-toy and god who was wantonly and proudly displaying to her his erecting penis…and who was her son.

A mother in her right mind would vocally scald her son for such a filthy exhibition. But Gina was not in her right mind. On top of the cruel sexual irony was the alcohol. Thanks to having had no breakfast and a light lunch, there wasn’t much in her stomach to absorb the generous doses of Dom Perignon it received. She felt a little light-headed.

Then she began to recall Don’s MILF comment from before.

It was a deeply decadent equation: no recent sex + the lure of someone very attractive yet very forbidden + alcohol.

All of this was the tinder which sparked the change of Gina’s view of Don. It started as almost a guilty view but like a drug—in this case a very taboo one—the guilt soon morphed into something else.

Gina’s gaze proactively roamed over her hunky son. He was just a bit taller than her 5″10′ frame. His chest was ripped, decently matted with brown hair. His arms and legs equally displayed excellent muscle tone. His thighs, in particular, appeared lean and strong.

It was, though, illegal bahis siteleri what hung between those thighs which pulled-in her optics.

She became fixated on Don’s crotch.

The young cock and balls, seductively enshrined in Lyrca, would be normally impressive. But now it was moving and uncurling, stretching the material, right before her astonished and enamored eyes.

He had to resist a smug grin, standing there with his chest out and his legs spread. After she had settled into the chair and did two champagne shots—shit I didn’t expect the second one but it was definitely welcomed! he perversely mused to himself—Don just let forbidden nature take its course. He knew he had looks, build, and personality—a trifecta for carnal attraction. Add in the weighty fact of Gina’s barren romantic life, and you had her now immorally checking him out. It excited him monumentally, as evident by his flagrant erection.

The seduction of his mother was going just as planned.

Gina couldn’t believe it. Her son was standing—no posing—before her like a male underwear model. AND the handsome stud was brazenly getting sexually aroused right before her.

She also couldn’t believe that if she was unable to tear her eyes away from the forbidden growth. The enlarging bulge made the G-string widen, tantalizing momma’s view.

Instinctively, she licked her lips.

At the same time, her teats were like twin Hershey kisses, protruding through the bikini cups, while her pussy was becoming damp.

The 22 year-old, seeing how she viewed him and feeling like the proverbial pig in shit, adjusted his form. He tilted his chest back slightly, allowing his swelling cock to obscenely jut out.

The move had its desired effect. Gina’s eyes blinked and bugged out.

In no time, Don was completely erect. He had picked this particular Speedo a week prior because he didn’t want at this point in the seduction the top of his penis sticking out over the waistband of the shorts when he was fully rigid. The Full Monty would soon arrive.

Besides…taut, barely covered sexuality is very, very arousing.

The son could feel the heat, hunger and intensity of Gina’s eyes as they glided up and down, and all around his sexual edifice. The robust cock was cadet-straight, throbbing, and letting the MILF know it packed length and girth.

Almost uncomfortably, her eyes rose to his. They exchanged smoldering glares. The absence of speech was deafening. The incestuous tension was so thick a chainsaw couldn’t cut it. The silence was broken by Don.

“Mom, wanna go skinny-dipping?” he sensually inquired.

The question disrupted her illicit reverie. Remorse, previously missing, overwhelmed her.

“No,” was her answer as she shook her head like waking up to an alarm clock. “No! No, we can’t. I’m your mother! We cannot go skinny-dipping. Shit! What was I—”

Don’s action cut her off. He slipped his hands under the waistband of his risqué swimwear and quickly shoved it down his legs. His full, stiff cock bobbed about at the same time his balls bounced as they were released from their elastic confinement. The sausage and peppers shimmied again as he kicked off the no-longer needed Speedo.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t hear you.”

With a provocative, knowing smile and hands on his hips, the young Adonis thrust out his titanium-hard dick at the speechless and stunned babe.

Time seemed to stop for the beauty. Her eyes were wide as saucers as she gazed upon the most forbidden, yet alluring penis—completely aroused. She guessed it was just a bit over 7 inches, with luxuriant width. It stood proud, throbbing with desire and a sizeable blue vein along the thick shaft. The top looked like a fat plum.

Hungrily, Gina licked her lips again. At the same time, her muggy slit was leaking into the bikini gusset like a busted radiator.

The 22-year old was so hard, his schlong actually hurt. It twitched in appreciation to the enraptured gaze from his foxy parent. His excitement, sautéed in a very forbidden and gripping aura, was the most intense he felt.

Despite her prurience, Guilt still had some staying power on her mind.

“Don! Put your trunks back on. Please!”

The studly child could hear the loudness of Gina’s plea. But he smugly knew her resistance was on life-support. He merely shifted the weight in his stance, continued his brazen nudity, and faked confusion.

“So you don’t want to go skinny-dipping, Mom?”

Before the parent could answer, Don stepped forward so that his firm, slab of beef was even closer to Gina’s face. She couldn’t answer. She just gazed at the luscious, solid dick before her.

“Come on, Mom. It will be fun.”

His voice was good-natured, with a slight dose of eroticism.

Don took her by the hand, guiding her to stand up. Trance-like, Gina complied. Her traffic-stopping tits were heaving, seeming as if they were going to jump out of their insufficient coverings.

“Take off your top,” he huskily directed.

“Don, baby, this canlı bahis siteleri is wrong. I’m your mother.”

The plea was less than half-hearted and sounded beyond feeble. Don simply flexed at her his rock-hard cock, which was now leaking pre-cum.

Gina’s eyes blinked at the quivering penis and the drop of jizz which landed in the sand. She paused, and then, willfully untied the back strings and removed the flimsy garment, letting it crumple next to the side of her right foot.

Don was beside himself. His mother’s breasts were voluptuous in their full, naked glory. He perversely guessed the two fleshy melons were in the 37 size range and would put girls half her age to shame. The upright teats, were pinkish, with half-dollar size areolas.

“Fucking A, Mom! Your tits are incredible!”

She just smiled in appreciation.

“Now take off your bikini bottoms.”

Gina meekly shook her head, relaying an extremely weak “No.”

The Adonis viewed the wet-through swim panties, at the juicy camel-toe. He licked his lips at the puffy, translucent mons. He looked up at her and nodded his head in an assuring manner.

She took a step back, then bent forward to push down the thong, her rack swaying temptingly. Don gulped when he saw the thin strip briefly got stuck in her wet pussy. It was soon around her ankles and, with a kick, immediately discarded to her left side.

Don was in total, primal awe of his mother’s sex. Gina’s shaped pubic hair revealed that it had recently been shaved. The short, fuzzy black racing stripe was matted down from her secretions. The succulent lips flared out, like a blooming baby orchard, complete with dew dripping from their wrinkled surface.

His eyes hungrily scanned over the lush, bombshell body. He could see the extra crunches at the gym did a great job of keeping her stomach tight. He lingered on her hips. The ample, curvy sides flared out like a pair of bell-bottoms, only adding to her mature allure.

“Shit, Mom! You are SMOKING HOT!”

“Thank you” was the demure reply.

The 41-year old was surprised when Don dropped to his knees before her. His gaze returned to the most forbidden vagina to him. It was one of perverse wonderment and all-encompassing lust. Lost in the visual reverie, his nose snorted.

It was a generous inhalation of his mother’s in-heat scent. The bouquet was profoundly earthy and sensually captivating, advertising to Don the forbidden fruit which awaited him.

Again, he licked his lips.

“To hell with the skinny-dipping” he growled and, taking hold of her thighs, pushed his face into the very humid, hot, and horny cunt.

Gina tossed her head back and swooned.

“Ohhhhhhh, Don!”

Automatically, Gina spread her stance.

The boy-toy was ravenous in eating out his mother. He moved like a bobble-head toy as his tongue tantalized her fleshy groove from top to bottom, and back again. Next, with his thumbs he pried open the swollen, gooey pussy lips and paused to gaze at his entry point into the world. The salmon center, a spider-web of her brewing juices draped over the crevice, pulsed with carnal need. He shoved his outstretched tongue right into the intimate space.

“Ugghhhh! Fuck!” she groaned loudly.

When the tip of his tongue broke the pearly web to caress the delirious, dripping inner flesh, Gina’s tart and forbidden taste lit up the Adonis’ senses like crystal meth.

“Stick your tongue in it, son! Stick your tongue in it!”

He, for a time, jabbed his tongue in and out of the heated, frenzied gash. Then he stuck out his eager lingua, licking her snatch like an ice cream cone like summertime Phoenix.

Gina’s eyes rolled back inside her head as Don titillated her.

“Oh, baby! Don’t stop! Aaahhh!”

The feeling of physical pleasure for the sexually-famished bombshell was indescribable. Her head seemed like it wanted to explode, while her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. Her breathing was a wave of asthmatic, labored gasps. It stemmed from Don, more specifically, who he was. Oh sure his looks were dreamy, while his vigor and technique were superlative. But, it was the familial tie which transformed the widow into a writhing sexpot.

“Eat momma’s pussy! Eat it! Oh yes, eat ME!”

Hearing his mother raunchily egg him on maximized Don’s excitement. Several months ago when he became sexually enamored with her, a favorite past-time was to wonder about her pubic region. The frisky child stole glances at the forbidden crotch especially when she wore tight jeans or jogging pants. The “V” between her downy thighs was slightly prominent, and looked smooth.

The hunky cumslinger sent his hands in between her splayed thighs, to her curvy butt cheeks. He gave them two hefty, lusty squeezes and then tightly gripped them, bringing her moist cake even closer to his mouth. Don’s lips and tongues were feverishly all over the blazing-hot pubic region.

Kendra Lust’s twin was sailing off into a feral delirium. Her son’s devouring of her sweltry cunt had her hands fervently pawing her breasts, roughly squeezing the ripe pair and tweaking the erect nipples like there was no tomorrow. She wanted—needed—to maximize the gratification he was giving her by simultaneously pleasuring herself.

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Daddy’s balcony looked over the courtyard where many of the guests were milling, and it was there that he carried me over to. He’d wiped me down after by rough fucking outside his room and I was now a lot less sticky, but still wet between my legs. Cum still dripped from my asshole. I moaned quietly as Daddy set me down on the balcony in front of him, facing me to watch as some guests below were fondling each other, some harshly fucking each other and some just watching. It felt dirty being up here with my daddy, watching all of them, but I enjoyed it all the same.

His hands roamed all over my naked front and he rubbed himself against my back. He kissed my neck and began playing with my clit again.

“Mmmm, daddy, that’s good,” I moaned, arching so he would finger me. His hand stayed playing with my clit, however, and I giggled.

“Fuck, baby. Wanted you for so long and this is what you’re like. Can’t believe I didn’t realise what a fucking slut you were any sooner.” I laughed again, half embarrassed and half proud. It seemed like I was constantly turned on my him and no matter how many cocks I had had that night I was still ready to play. He languidly turned my around and started massaging my ass. He lowered his face to mine and I let him kiss me sweetly. It was a while before we managed to separate our mouths and all the while he was grabbing and squeezing my fat ass. I let my hands roam over his neck and down to his cock. It was spent and soft from where he’d cum watching me getting fucked outside, but just feeling it’s hot weight in my hand made me desperate.

“Mmmhmm,” Daddy laughed, “Naughty baby, you ready for more already?”

“Yes, fuck, please daddy. Aren’t you going to let everyone know who I belong to?”

I illegal bahis tightened my grip on his girth and he started slowly thrusting in to it. I spat on my hand and rubbed it between my legs, picking up a handful of cum still leaking out and spreading it on my daddy’s cock.

He thrust into by hand a little easier and began kissing me again. I’d waited for this to happen for so long I was really beside myself. I couldn’t wait to prove myself the willing slut for my daddy that I knew he needed. His cock soon hardened again and I wandered what type of magic he had ready. He turned my around and spread my legs. I let my huge tits spill over the railing of the courtyard – at this point, a few of the guests were already looking up, but the majority were clueless. Daddy notched his head to my pussy and slowly begin thrusting in as I moaned. He thrust shallowly and I gasped some more.

“Please daddy, I can take it. I can take it, please!” I didn’t care if more and more people were looking up – in fact, I revelled in it.

“You little cockslut, you’re gonna take what I give you and you’re gonna like it, understand? Think you deserve my whole cock, hmm?” In answer I used the railing to push my whole body back, effectively slamming the rest of his cock in the whole way. By this point my pussy had been used and abuse all night so that all I could feel was the pure pleasure of his massive prick filling me up and his balls slapping against my ass.

“Fuuuuuuck! Yes daddy, right fucking there!” At my elated moan, most of the courtyard turned their heads towards us. Some of them had stopped fucking to watch, and some had only renewed their efforts while staring at the princess getting fucked raw on her daddy’s cock high illegal bahis siteleri above them. Daddy just laughed behind me, unsurprised at my sluttiness, but refused to move all the same.

“Naughty cunt,” he purred.

“I know daddy, I can’t help it.” I replied.

“If you’re that fucking desperate to not behave you can fuck yourself on my cock, can’t you? Bet I don’t even need to move for you to whore yourself out on my cock.”

“No daddy, whatever you say.”

I took it as a challenge from that point on to be as loud as I could. Using the railing as a lever and still bent over at a right angle I desperately rocked back and forth, feeling my daddy’s cock slide in and out of my soaking hole. I tightened around it and moaned loudly as I sunk myself to the hilt and stayed there.

“Fuck, that feels good.” I said, panting and looking out over the courtyard. Most of the couples had restarted their ministrations and only a few were gazing up at us now. In the water fountain I could see one man pinning a boy to the stone centrepiece as he held him up by the hips and fucked in to him at a relentless pace. The boy’s head was lolling back in ecstasy and his mouth was wide open.

A man and a woman were mere feet away from them but paid them no attention. The woman was lying across the stone rim of the fountain, one hand trailing in the water, as her man lay over her and fucked her face. I couldn’t see her expression clearly but just thinking about having a cock in my mouth made me fidgety. My daddy was also enjoying the view as he minutely rutted his hips against me, though not enough to pull his cock out very much. I appreciated it – he knew I needed to be filled for a while.

“Still so wet and tight canlı bahis siteleri for me, baby.” He said. I grinned looked over my shoulder at him.

“You like it?”

“Mmmhmm, you know I do, baby, you know I do.” He laughed. I could feel the movement through his huge cock and it sent shivers down my spine, had me moaning again. By now I could smell the musk of cum on me and it drove me insane, constantly needing to be filled and covered in fresh cum.

“I want-daddy, please – “

“What do you want, princess?” He asked, leaning over my back to squeeze my juicy tits.

“I want you to take me where you took mommy, fuck me and fucking fill me up and breed me. Fucking want you to give me your cock everywhere daddy, I don’t care who sees.”

Daddy laughed, standing back up and giving me a few good thrusts for good measure.

“That’s what I want to hear my little slut. Such a good, good girl for me, aren’t you, hm? Want to please daddy. I know, baby, I know.” With that said he pulled his massive cock out of me and I whined like a child.

“It’s alright baby, Imma take good care of you, y’know.” He turned me around and pushed me against the railing.

“From now on, no one’s goning to see you as the princess. They’re going to see you as my personal sex-slave, understood?” He asked, pinching my nipples as he did so. I nodded and he smirked, twisting and pulling my nipples out. I threw my head back and moaned, hoping everyone could hear.

“There’s a good girl, pet. You’re going to wear what I tell you to wear – no more heavy dresses where I can see your sexy tits and wet pussy and fat ass – only things that will make you easier to use, understood?”

“Y-yes daddy!” I cried as he pulled me in to an embrace and slapped my ass, hard. I moaned at the pleasure it gave me, and he spanked me again.

“Ooo-oh baby, we’re going to have such fun.”

As he led me by the hand towards the four-poster bed in the main room, I didn’t doubt him.

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