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Chapter 1: Leslie

Part 2

“What? What in the fuck is wrong with you!?”

Her eyes were wide and filled with disgust. She attempted to cover her cleavage and hide her tits with her arms but only managed to squeeze them, pushing them up higher on her chest and squishing them outwards where her arms weren’t covering. Although I felt some disgust with myself I couldn’t help but want her. My conscience told me what I was doing was wrong, how could I say those words to my sister? How could I look at her with lust in my eyes? These were the thoughts going through my mind, but I wasn’t thinking with that head. I was thinking with my dick. Hard and pressed against my boxers to the point of pain. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I could feel the blood pumping through my dick. I thought for a moment about leaving. Turning around and hoping this could all be forgotten, but my body wouldn’t move. I must have been within my head for too long because Leslie spoke again.

“Jake! I’m your fucking sister! That is fucking sick what you just said to me! You need to get out of here!”

“No.”

“Yes! I’m telling Mom what you said to me you sick little perv!”

“No you’re not. She won’t believe you. She’ll just think you’re trying to get me in trouble for finding your pictures.” She didn’t have a response for this. “No, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to drop that towel on the floor, then you’re going to wrap those giant tits of yours around my dick and I’m going to fuck them until I cum. After I do, I’ll keep my mouth shut about your pictures and we’ll forget this ever even happened.”

“Jake, I am not giving you a titfuck! That is disgusting, you’re my brother! How can you even ask me to do this!? I’ll tell Mom about the pictures myself!”

“Oh you will? She’ll stop paying your phone bill. She’d probably stop paying for college too Leslie. You may be 21 but we both know that Mom is still in control of you. Could you handle being cut off? No more shopping, no more going out with your friends. Could you really handle that?”

The words spilled out of my mouth faster than I could even think of what to say. I could hear the malice in my voice. I sounded as if I was angry but in truth I was obsessed. I had seen my sister’s body and I wanted nothing more in the world. After I spoke them her head fell, staring at the floor. She knew I was right.

“Please Jake, there’s got to be something else you want.” She didn’t look at me this time, her head remained hanging.

“There isn’t. The faster we do this the faster it’ll be over for you.” After these words her arms fell to her sides. She looked up at me, right into my eyes. I could see all of her emotions; sadness, disgust, anger, but also defeat.

I took two steps towards her to close the gap between us. I placed two fingers at the top of her cleavage and slowly slid them konyaaltı escort downwards. Tucking them slightly in between her tits until my fingers met the towel. Her tits were as soft as silk and radiated with body heat. I hesitated for a short moment then pulled. I leaned back as her towel fell to the floor. I took in every inch of her gorgeous, plump, soft body. In person and up close her huge tits looked even bigger. After being released they sagged down a few inches and moved away from each other just slightly, giving me a view of the skin hidden between. The area my dick would soon be placed. After being exposed to the air her areolas shrunk slightly, becoming a darker color and her nipples became erect.

“So now we need to lotion them up.”

“No Jake! Let’s just get this over with!”

“But we need lubrication! So… I can lotion them, or you could suck my dick to get it nice and wet!”

“You’re fucking sick!” Leslie walked to the night stand next to her bed and picked up a bottle of lotion. As she walked away from me I caught my first view of her ass. Just like her tits it was huge, no signs of cellulite, just a perfectly fat, round, pale ass. Just as she was about to squirt the lotion into her hand, I spoke up.

“Oh no, I’ll be doing the lotioning,” I walked to her and took the lotion from her hands. “Turn around.”

She groaned in disgust but turned her back to me. I squirted the bottle three times into my hand, threw the bottle on the bed then rubbed them together. I took a step forward so now my chest was pressed to her back. I could smell the shampoo in her hair and my massive, throbbing cock was pushed into her fat ass, separated only by my boxers.

“Arms up.”

She placed her hands on the top of her head so that her elbows were bent and pointing each direction. I reached around and placed each lotion covered hand on her giant I cup tits. I felt her shiver just slightly. The lotion was cold? My touch disgusted her? Perhaps my touch aroused her?

I ran my hands over every inch of her tits. Never applying pressure but making sure that they were completely covered with the lotion. Her nipples stuck out like beads and her areolas were just slightly more rough than the rest of her skin. After a long moment of just running my hands over them I began to squeeze. I pushed them together and I pulled them apart. I lifted them to feel their weight. I manipulated them in every way I could. I ran my fingers around the darker, tight skin of her areolas, I pinched and tweaked her nipples. With the first pinch I could have sworn I heard a near inaudible moan escape her lips. Through all of my titty play I had established a light, slow rhythm of grinding my covered dick into her ass.

I played for many minutes before my right hand moved lower. Still slimy with lotion I ran my hand over her entire belly. Lightly kneading her fat and pushing kültür escort it around. She didn’t say a word until I moved just below her stomach and felt the flesh where her pubes should have been. Completely smooth, and not the kind of smooth from shaving but from waxing. As soon as my fingers made contact with this flesh she grabbed each of my hands and pushed me off of her body.

“Sit on the bed, let’s just get this over with.”

I did just as I was bid to. I laid with my ass right at the edge of the bed, legs bent at the knees, feet flat on the floor, torso supported on my elbows so I could watch the action. Before me stood a beautiful, chubby goddess. Her hair still damp from the shower, her huge tits and belly slick and shiny from the lotion. It was an amazing sight. Knowing what would happen next caused the blood flowing through my cock to pump even harder. She knelt before me as I spread my legs to allow her room. As she knelt her belly brushed against my cock and I felt it twinge. After her knees met the floor each of her tits rested against my hips.

“Take them off.” I said, motioning to my boxers with a nod of my head. She let out a disgusted groan and looked at me with a piercing glare. She placed her fingers in my waistband and pulled the boxers to my ankles in one quick movement. She now sat a little further from me, her ass resting on her feet. As my wide, 9″ cock sprung free her eyes grew wide and she let out a quiet gasp. After a moment of her looking at it with bewilderment I spoke.

“I thought you wanted to get it over with.”

Her eyes met mine with the same piercing glare as before as she leaned forward and placed each of her tits on either side of my throbbing, rock hard member. I pushed the base of my dick and it stood to attention, slapping against the thin strip of skin between her breasts. She let out one more disapproving groan, placed her hands on either side of her tits and pushed them together. All but the head of my cock disappeared in the soft hold of her giant tits. It felt heavenly, the soft, smooth, slippery, warm flesh enveloping me. She began to move her whole body which forced her tits up and down. The feeling was extraordinary, my cock head would disappear as she moved up, then break through again as she moved down. All I could hear was the squishing sound as my cock moved between her tits. When I would look at her face, her eyes would lock onto mine. Her face was emotionless, I couldn’t tell if she was angry or not. In the moment I couldn’t care less. As time passed she squeezed her tits tighter, increasing the pressure. She began to just move her tits instead of her whole body.

As I said before I wasn’t much into bigger girls. Therefore I had never received a titfuck like this. The biggest tits I have had before Leslie’s were D cups, barely capable of wrapping around my huge dick. Let alone giving me the pleasure markantalya escort I was receiving.

She moved her tits up so my cock head disappeared and squeezed even tighter. She then moved each breast separately, moving one up while moving the other down, focusing the pressure on the head. She was a pro, definitely done this before. But of course she has, with her massive I cups I’m sure she’s had more than a little practice. As she continued to focus on the head I felt my orgasm begin to grow within my balls. I started to buck my hips so that now I was pushing my cock up and down. She understood exactly what I was doing, she pressed her tits tight together as I thrusted in between them. As I fucked my sister’s chest I felt my orgasm grow closer, moving up from my balls and into my cock, causing it to grow larger and harder. Though I didn’t say a word Leslie knew that I would cum soon. She pushed down on my hips and I stopped moving. She adjusted her hands on her tits so that she could push them tighter than she had the entire time. She applied more pressure and slowly moved up and down, engulfing my entire cock.

The small pocket that she had created felt tighter than any pussy I had ever been inside. After a few long, drawn out, slow, strokes up and down my cock I felt my cum blast from my balls, through my shaft and shoot. I fell completely on my back, the feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt. I let out a loud moan as the first jet of cum was released. She kept her same slow but tight pace. As her tits hit my hips each time another load shot from cock. My orgasm felt as if it lasted forever, I shot squirt after squirt of cum, at least a dozen times. Even after the climax had passed she continued her rhythm. The sensation was incredible as every inch of my cock was now more sensitive. I propped myself back up on my elbows and what I saw was beautiful. Her face showed no emotion but her eyes looked as if they were glazed over with lust. The bottom of her chin, neck and the top of her tits were covered in my cum. Completely coated with a layer of white and clear goo. The larger globs slid down to her nipples and onto my legs. This was easily the largest load I have ever had, and I loved it.

“That was amazing Leslie.”

A small smile shown upon her lips. “So you won’t tell Mom?” She still had not released my slowly softening cock from the clinches of her cum drenched tits.

“For now, no. But that was the best feeling I’ve had in my life, and who knows? Maybe I’ll want to feel it again.”

She released the grip on her tits and leaned back, letting my cock go free. She looked at me with hatred and anger. “Get the fuck out.”

I stood from my seat on the bed with a smile on my face. As I reached the doorway to her room I turned to look back at her. Still kneeling on the ground, fat ass resting on the heels of her feet. I felt my cock twinge ever so slightly. I thought to myself, “perhaps another time.”

That orgasm drained me. I laid on my bed, as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep. Perverse dreams of my sister filled my head that night. I knew I had to have more.

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Part 1 will set up the situation and introduce the characters. If you’re looking for the sex, there’s some steam, but you’ll have to be patient. I like a story and character development. As always, your comments and suggestions are most welcome.

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When Teresa invited me out for a coffee, I accepted quite happily. I had no idea that it was going to lead to one of the greatest weekends of my life.

I first met Teresa at university, when we were seniors. It took me three months to convince her to go out with me, then three more months to persuade her to sleep with me. Teresa never did anything by halves: once we consummated the relationship, so to speak, she was well-nigh insatiable. We had sex everywhere, anywhere, anytime.

But she was also a wonderful companion, and a superb conversationalist who frequently challenged me. Teresa was at least my intellectual equal, if not my superior.

And she was beautiful. She had long auburn hair, flawless skin, full lips, and the most amazing expression. I don’t quite know how to describe it: Teresa rarely showed her teeth when she laughed, or smiled. Instead, a half-smile would slowly grow and spread across her face, until she looked like the Mona Lisa’s happier – and hotter – sister.

As for her body – She was 5’8″, with 37-23-35 measurements. I know, because I took her dress shopping. She was comfortable in the nude, so that I got to admire her naked form on many occasions. And that’s all I’m going to tell you – for now.

After a phenomenal, passionate year and a half, she dumped me. She kept it simple, straightforward, and brutally honest: ‘You’re not ready, Colin’.

I wasn’t sure what she meant: not ready for what? Marriage? Of course not. A serious relationship? I thought we were in one.

She was probably right, though. I was still pretty immature. But I wasn’t ready to give up hope that we could possibly have a second chance. Over the next year, she dated a couple of guys – nothing serious, though. I went out with a few girls, too, but they didn’t last very long. It was impossible not to compare them with Teresa, and none of them could survive that. In the meantime, we remained good friends. We socialized frequently; many times just the two of us.

There was no pretence between us. Teresa knew that I still wanted her. She made it plain that she wasn’t interested in me that way. Instead, she would ask about whatever girl I might be seeing, or interested in. Teresa often had good advice for me in the dating department. I have to admit, it’s a bit odd when your ex-girlfriend is helping you score with your next girlfriend.

Teresa was waiting for me at the cafe, wearing a pair of very short white shorts, and a loose t-shirt. She saw me, and rewarded me with that patented smile. She stood up, greeting me with a kiss on both cheeks, and a warm hug that told me quite clearly that her wonderful breasts were not encumbered by a bra.

I got a coffee, and joined her. Teresa had her laptop open on the table.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked her.

– “Are you free Thanksgiving weekend?” she asked. (Canadian Thanksgiving falls on the 2nd Monday in October – it’s always a long weekend)

– “That’s almost two months away.”

– “Put it on your calendar. You won’t want to miss this.” she said.

– “Miss what?”

– “Murder Mystery Weekend.” said Teresa.

I grinned. She was right: I would not want to miss that. When we were still a couple, we had co-hosted a murder mystery dinner. You may know the type: you can buy a boxed game version, or download one online. The guests all play a part, and try to uncover the identity of the murderer among them. People dress up, when the story has a theme, and most really get into the role-playing, or solving the mystery. For those who don’t, there’s good food, good company, and plenty to drink.

– “Did you say weekend?” I asked. “A whole weekend? Where?”

– “Eliza’s cottage. The whole weekend.” she said.

– “I’m in.”

Teresa just smiled at me, as if to say ‘Of course you are’. Damn right I was. Girls and costumes? Somebody was going to get lucky – hopefully me. And I had already been to Eliza’s cottage. If you’re picturing a rustic cabin in the woods, think again: it was more like a mansion by the lake.

– “It was partly Eliza’s idea. Her family are all away, and they asked her to close the cottage for the winter. You know: take the boat and the dock out of the water, clean up, close the boathouse.”

– “Many hands make short work.” I said.

– “Right. So Eliza thought she should invite a gang up, and make it into a party. Then Claire said the party should have a theme …”

– “God Bless her. So you suggested the Murder Mystery?”

– “I most certainly did.” said Teresa.

– “Do you have one in mind?” I asked “All of the ones I saw before were for a dinner party – a single night. Are you looking for something that will stretch over the entire long weekend?”

– “That’s konyaaltı escort the plan.” she said.

– “Boxed version, or download?”

Teresa shook her head. “I’m going to write it myself.”

“Really? Wow! I’m impressed.” And I was. Teresa is a smart cookie. If anyone could pull it off, she could. “Do you need help? I mean – is there anything I can do to help you?”

– “Since you mention it … yes, I could use your help.”

– “Name it.” I said.

– “I need you to help persuade the other guests to get costumes. The better they dress up, the more they’ll get into it, and the more fun it will be.” she told me.

– “Can do. What kind of costumes? What’s the theme?” I asked.

– “Pirate ship.” said Teresa, and that half-smile crept across her face.

– “Niiice.” I liked the sound of that. “You mean skull and crossbones, Pirates of the Caribbean – that sort of thing?” I was picturing sexy pirate women in my head.

– “Exactly. Buccaneers and freebooters. The women just as much as the men. Can you locate some good costumes for people who may not know where to look?”

– “Costume rental company, theatrical suppliers – I can do that.” I told her.

– “Thanks.” she said. “Then I also need your help to round out the guest list. I have nine so far, but we need eleven. People willing to dress up and role play, preferably – but also people who aren’t tied down by family commitments. They have to be able to get away for Thanksgiving.”

– “Who do you have so far?” I wondered.

– “You and me. Eliza, Claire, and Leo.”

I nodded. Eliza and Claire were best friends, inseparable since grade school. Leo was Claire’s older brother, and my best buddy from high school. We were still close.

“Ben, and Barbara.” continued Teresa.

I didn’t nod this time. I knew Ben well, but didn’t particularly care for him. He was good-looking and personable – which I didn’t hold against him – but in the past, he had also gone after a few girls that I was actively pursuing. That didn’t sit so well with me. He was also ultra-competitive, just like me.

Barbara was a bit of a surprise choice. Teresa knew her from grad school, but I didn’t think that they got along. Barbara was extroverted, high energy, and brazenly sexy. She talked loud, and lived large.

– “Barbara?” I said, with one eyebrow raised.

– “She’ll be perfect.” said Teresa. “And I’ve invited Craig, too.”

No problem there. I didn’t know Craig very well, but he seemed to be one of those rare guys that everybody likes – a prince. A bit shy, but always ready to help out, never boastful or pushy.

– “Good choice, if we can get him to dress up.” I observed.

– “That’s your job.” Teresa reminded me.

– “That makes eight. And the ninth?”

– “I think you’ll like her. Her name is Lena, and she’s studying here on exchange for a year. Professor Hand put her in my tutorial group, and asked me to keep an eye on her.”

– “Why you?” I asked. ‘Because you’re so warm and welcoming?”

Teresa smiled. “No. Get this. He said: ‘You two should understand each other. You’re practically neighbours.'”

– “Where is she from?” I asked.

– “Slovenia.”

I had to laugh. Teresa was born in Romania, before her parents emigrated when she was about six. Romania and Slovenia are only about 1,000 kilometers apart. Say, 700 miles. And the languages? Slovenian is a Slavic language, while Romanian is Latin-based.

– “Do you get along?” I asked her.

– “We’re fine.” said Teresa. “She’s sweet. But she’s painfully shy because her English isn’t very good yet. I already know that she’ll be at loose ends for Thanksgiving, so I invited her. That just leaves two spots, and I’m fresh out of ideas.”

– “Has to be 11?” I asked.

– “I’ve already written the parts.” she confirmed.

The first people Teresa had chosen were mostly friends of mine. I had introduced her to them, or we both knew them from grad school. I tried to think of people she might know who would fit the part.

“Sheila.” I suggested.

– “The English teacher?” she said. “Would she be up for it?”

– “She loves theatre. And she goes all out on Halloween.”

– “Single? Or in a relationship?” asked Teresa.

– “I’m pretty sure she’s single – but I’ll double check.” I said.

– “I liked Sheila. If you can get her, that would be great. One more, Colin. Should be a male. For balance. And so I don’t have to change a part.”

It took me several minutes, and a second coffee, to think of someone.

“Eric?” I said it with some hesitation.

I have to give her credit; Teresa didn’t make a face. She had only met Eric once, and my old friend from 1st year political science had not covered himself in glory. At a dinner for six people, he arrived drunk, polished off another bottle of wine, and then passed out on our couch before the dessert could be served.

– “Why Eric?” she asked. She was giving me a chance to convince kültür escort her.

I listed my reasons on my fingertips. “One, he’s pretty bright, and he would probably love a murder mystery. Second, he’s a history buff, so the pirate theme would work for him. Third, I don’t think he has any close family, so he’s definitely free for Thanksgiving. Fourth … I think you might actually like him, if he wasn’t passed out on the couch and ruining your dinner party.”

– “Maybe.” she conceded.

– “And fifth.” I added. “I can’t think of anyone else. I mean, I can think of lots of people who would enjoy the weekend, and the murder mystery … it’s just that so many of them have family obligations.”

– “Eric snores.” said Teresa.

– “I know.”

– “Alright.” she said. “Eric it is. You can share a room with him.”

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As I expected, Eric had no plans for Thanksgiving weekend. He found the whole concept a bit twisted. He understood the appeal of trying to solve the mystery, but not the costumes.

– “You mean people dress up to do this shit?” he asked.

– “They do indeed.” I told him. “And so will you.”

– “Alright. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. There will be rum, right?”

Sheila was a lot more enthusiastic, when she answered my phone call.

– “And we get to dress up? Like pirates?” she asked.

– “That’s the plan.” I agreed.

– “I don’t have to be a saucy wench, or a watery tart?”

– “No.” I laughed. “That’s Monty Python, as you well know. This is Teresa we’re talking about: women can be pirate captains, and swashbuckle like the men. If that’s a word.”

– “What part do I get?” Sheila wanted to know.

– “Teresa will be letting us know once we’re all aboard.” I said.

– “Ooh – ship puns. Or is it that shit puns?” she said. “I better start practicing.” She held the phone a few inches from her face, and let loose a loud ‘Aaaaargh, matey!’ With her deep, mannish voice, it sounded awesome. “I love the idea, Colin. You can tell her I’m in for sure.”

I called Teresa with the good news.

– “Perfect.” she said. “Thank you, Colin. We’re almost ready to start. I’ll send out the introduction and the character descriptions. But I’d like to use you as a guinea pig, if you don’t mind. Can I show you what I’m planning to send the others, and get your feedback?”

– “I would be glad to help.” I told her.

We met at the cafe again. Teresa greeted me warmly once again, and then turned her laptop around to show me the screen.

– “Here’s the intro.” she said.

For more than three decades, the dread pirate Redbeard terrorized the Caribbean, plundering and pillaging far and wide. No one was safe: Spanish, Dutch, English and French ships and towns were all targets of his insatiable greed and bloodlust. In the course of his far-flung depredations, Redbeard was said to have accumulated a considerable treasure hoard. According to legend, the old pirate was too paranoid to bury his ill-gotten gains on some deserted island. Instead, he carried them with him, aboard his pirate ship, the notorious Sea Demon.

Finally, justice caught up with the dread pirate. An anonymous tip led the Governor of Jamaica’s soldiers to the Mouldy Maggot, a dockside tavern where Redbeard and members of his crew were drinking and roistering while the Sea Demon rode at anchor in Kingston harbour. Thoroughly inebriated, Redbeard was easily overcome by the redcoats, and captured. His erstwhile crew scattered to the four winds. The Governor loaded the dread pirate with chains, and confiscated his ship, the Sea Demon. The vessel was appropriated by the Royal Navy, and re-christened HMS Retribution.

The Governor has ordered Captain Teresa Fairwind to transport the prisoner to Bermuda, where he will face a swift trial and public execution. Captain Fairwind has been given the Royal Navy’s newest vessel, HMS Retribution. A new crew was swiftly recruited from the experienced local sailors and sea-dogs.

YOU are a member of the crew.

Read the description of your character, and dress appropriately. Further instructions will be made available upon arrival.

When I had finished reading, I looked up at her.

– “What do you think?” she asked.

– “Honestly?”

– Aren’t you always honest with me?” she asked, with that bewitching half-smile. It had been one of our favourite ‘pet’ phrases when we were dating.

– “It’s cute.” I said. “A bit melodramatic, a bit campy – like an old Errol Flynn movie.”

– “That’s fine.” she said. “Kind of what I was aiming for.”

– “And you’re the Captain?”

She nodded. “I thought it would be easier than coming up with complicated instructions for one of the players. Speaking of which: here are your instructions.” Teresa spun the laptop around, opened a new file, and then turned it back to face me again.

You are NED MULLIGAN.

– “Ned Mulligan?” I asked her. “Really?”

– “Remember that time you took me golfing?” markantalya escort she reminded me.

I did. Like most novices, Teresa missed the ball completely several times, but she also managed to knock three golf balls into the water, and hit two golf carts and a vending machine. She was able to laugh at herself, and enjoyed the outing, but she found the whole concept of a ‘mulligan’ fascinating’.

– “You mean I get to hit it again?” she wanted to know.

– “Yeah. Go ahead and tee it up again.” I said.

– “And it doesn’t count as a stroke?” She looked at me sideways, squinting, as if suspicious that I was trying to trick her.

– “That’s the whole idea.” I confirmed.

– “Isn’t that cheating?” she asked.

– “You wouldn’t do it in a tournament, or if you were playing for money. But it’s only a friendly game, and I’m the one inviting you to take a mulligan. A do-over.”

Now she just smiled at me. “Keep reading.” she said.

As a young man, you were a pirate, and a member of Redbeard’s crew. You were brave and clever, so that Redbeard made you one of his lieutenants. But he grew too bloodthirsty for your taste, and also promoted some unsavoury characters alongside you, including the Falcon, and the Scar.

You chose to leave his crew, and jumped ship at Tortuga, taking a bag of doubloons with you. Redbeard swore revenge, and offered a bounty for your head. Both the Falcon and the Scar vowed that they would earn that bounty. The Scar, in particular, promised to drink a toast from your skull. You have been on the run ever since.

You were in Kingston, Jamaica, and horrified to learn that the Sea Demon was in port. But you were equally delighted to learn of Redbeard’s capture – serves him right. You hear the gossip in the dockside taverns: Redbeard’s crew are all over the place. What if one of them recognizes you? The ship HMS Retribution is leaving for Bermuda. Is Redbeard’s treasure still hidden aboard?

You sign on as a sailor …

YOU HAVE – A PISTOL

YOU KNOW:

– THERE IS A PLOT TO FREE REDBEARD AND HELP HIM ESCAPE

– THE FALCON IS ABOARD, DISGUISED AS A MEMBER OF THE CREW

– THE TREASURE IS HIDDEN SOMEWHERE ABOARD THE SHIP

– YOU ONCE CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF A LETTER BELONGING TO REDBEARD. IT MAY HAVE CONTAINED THE SECRET OF THE TREASURE’S LOCATION. UNFORTUNATELY, YOU ONLY SAW ONE LETTER … IT WAS THE LETTER ‘C’

– “There’s a treasure, too?” I asked. “Or is that instead of a murder?”

– “Both.” said Teresa. “I’m going to space out the murder mystery clues, so that no one can solve it on the first day. But I thought a treasure made sense. This will keep people searching. Plus, we can have multiple winners – solving the mystery, or finding the treasure.”

– “Very clever.” I told her.

– “How about the character description? What do you think?” she asked me.

– “Couldn’t I be ‘Wicked Ned’, or ‘Lusty Ned Longsword’?”

– “You’re Ned Mulligan.” she told me, firmly. “Get used to it. If it’s any consolation, that’s your secret identity. Until somebody else guesses or uncovers who you really are, they’ll only know you as Able Seaman Colin. Everybody will use their real name as an alias.”

– “How many letters are there in the treasure code?” I had to try.

She wagged a finger at me. “No more clues for you. Seriously, Colin – what do you think?”

– “I love it. The description gives me enough of an idea to base my character on. And I’m all pumped up to go out and get a costume. How does the pistol work? Do I have to get a replica pistol?”

– “No.” she said. “I’ll put the items on pieces of paper, so that people can hide them in a pocket, or wherever.”

We discussed the mechanics of the game, without getting too specific. Knowing the people who were participating, I thought it would work well. I was more than looking forward to it: I was ready to start that very day.

Teresa and I discussed the weekend and the game for a long time. We both had two large coffees, and were beginning to feel the effects of too much caffeine.

– “Walk me home?” she asked.

As we walked, we continued to discuss her ideas. She seemed quite taken with some of my suggestions, but wouldn’t give me any hints about whether she planned to use them or not.

– “And you’ll help people get costumes?” she asked, again.

– “I promised.” I reminded her.

– “I’ll hold you to that.”

Just before we got to her apartment, Teresa stopped, and pointed to a park bench.

“Can we sit here for a minute?” It was a lovely spot, opposite a pretty little park. The late summer day was bright and sunny, without the excessive humidity that had tortured us through the month of July. Yet I felt a sudden chill.

We sat down together. Teresa slowly swept her long hair back, and turned to face me.

“Colin, I have to tell you something.” she said. Normally, I’m a pretty optimistic guy, but those words sounded like the footsteps of doom. I swallowed, and nodded.

“I really, really appreciate your help with this.” she continued. “And I’m looking forward to seeing how it will all turn out. But I have to tell you now: this weekend won’t be about you and me. Do you understand?”

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Author’s note: This is all lies. Enjoy!

A few weeks after I graduated from college, shortly before I started life in the real world, I went to live with my grandmother for the summer. It’s not like she was on death’s door with a terminal illness or inoperable cancer, or that she was feeble or exceptionally lonely; it was a sort of family tradition to spend summers, alone, at my grandmother’s. I was the last to do it. My sister had done it five years ago and my older brother stayed with her two years ago.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my “Grandma M,” but I had planned on a full summer of partying, screwing around, goofing off, and maybe a little time to work. I figured it was the last time in my life where I could truly be free from any serious responsibilities. I knew that it would be much more difficult to find trouble in the small, northeastern Montana town where Grandma M had lived for the past sixty years. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to a summer of nothing. I had grown up in a relatively modest suburb of Minneapolis, and was used to the city life-being able to go anywhere and do anything at anytime. In the city it was a matter of deciding what you wanted to do, not what you could do. But Mud Gap, Montana, on the other hand, barely had a thousand people living in it, but it seemed like half that. Oh well. I’d have to make my own fun.

***

The first few weeks in Mud Gap were fairly uneventful. Grandma M and I tried to get comfortable with sharing each other’s space and each other’s habits. I had to adjust to her early hours, her dozens of delicate knickknacks perched, seemingly, on every available space. I was sure that by the end summer I’d have broken half of them by knocking into tables, swinging elbows around. And she had to adjust to my late hours-waking at eleven most days, not getting to bed until after two, usually. But we both handled it well. It helped that my bedroom was in the basement, on the opposite end of the house where she was, and that she took her hearing aid out before going to bed.

Lately, to kill time I had taken to hanging out in the evenings at the local park, by a small stream that swung through the south edge of town. There were some picnic shelters there, fire pits, a small playground. It seemed to be the spot for local kids to congregate at night. That is, if they weren’t at some kegger or bonfire getting trashed. They’d start arriving in twos and threes a little before dark, driving up their farm trucks, parents’ Buicks, their hard-earned beaters. Some wouldn’t get out of their vehicles, they’d just talk to whoever walked or drove up their windows. Others would pile out of their cars and come to the picnic shelters, bouncing and giggling, and casting a worrisome gaze while they lit cigarettes. I sat at a table at the far end of the park, in the open and wrote in my journal or read until dark. Mostly I observed.

There was one group of girls I happened to notice more than others. The three of them arrived nearly every night at the same time. One of them was definitely older than the other two-probably my age-she usually just parked the car and got in someone else’s car and rode away. She had short, straight brown hair that she parted on the side and held with barrettes. She had a good body, not too thin, not too chubby. Her breasts were on the small side of a C, just pushing against her clothes. The way she swung her hips when she walked away told me she was an experienced girl, that she had something specific in mind when she got in other people’s cars. I thought she was probably a dirty girl under that plain exterior. That she knew she weren’t going to go and make love or have sex, but that she was going to fuck and get fucked.

Another of the three girls looked almost exactly like this secret, dirty girl, but younger by a few years-I guessed a sister. She was shorter and a bit rounder, her breasts swelling beneath her pale blue tank top, and her ass luscious and full in her short shorts. Her long, brown hair was wild and curly, falling in front her eyes, forcing her to always flick it away or tuck it behind her ear. She had something of a secret look about her, too, in the way she would lean and laugh when she spoke to someone. She’d put one hand konyaaltı escort on the person’s arm and bite her bottom lip, as if she were keeping something in. I liked her from the first moment I saw her-I’ve always been attracted to girls who have an unselfconscious demeanor when it came to their bodies, like they know what they can do and don’t care.

The third girl was obviously a friend of the younger girl-best friend, I’d guessed. She was tall for her age, gangly. All of her parts hadn’t caught up with her yet. Her legs were long, painfully so, ivory white and thrusting out of a pair of tiny denim shorts. But they looked strong and sinewy, like a runner’s. She had a tiny waist and a flat chest, and I could tell that she seemed a little embarrassed by her tiny breasts, especially when compared to her friend’s. She kept crossing her arms over her chest or kept leaning forward so that her shirt hung and hid what wasn’t there. She had a petite nose, slightly turned up at the end, and icy blue eyes that darted side to side. Long, straight blond hair hung well past her shoulders, framing her face.

On that particular evening, after the older sister came and left, I noticed the remaining two stealing more glances at me than usual. They were edging closer, from across the park, talking as if they hadn’t made up their minds yet. I stood and walked over to them.

“I’m Shawn.” I tucked my journal under my arm and held out my hand to the shorter one.

They looked at each other and giggled. She then tossed her head back and said to me in a mock-formal voice, “I, am Ellen. Those who know me call me Elly.”

She presented her hand to me and I bent forward and kissed it. “Pleased to meet you.” The scent of jasmine and something sweet flooded my nostrils.

“You may now call me Elly.”

The tall girl, her pale cheeks flushed red, simply extended her hand. “I’m Brianna. Nice to meet you.”

I took her tiny hand in mine, but before I could even give a full handshake she took it back and lowered her eyes.

“Nice to meet both of you.” I smiled widely. Elly had her hands on her hips and her tilted, as if she were examining me or seeing me for the first time. When she stood like that her breasts strained against the light fabric of her top. Her black bra, the straps sliding out from under the tank top’s, seemed to be getting a workout.

“So, who are you? No one knows.”

“Elly . . .” Brianna rolled her eyes and shook her head, as if to say, “She always does things like this.”

“I’m just here for the summer, staying with my grandmother. Sort of a family tradition after we graduate from college.” They both nodded, staring at me blankly.

“College? Where’d you go?” Elly said it like it was a challenge.

“U. of Minnesota. How ’bout you guys?” I knew they probably weren’t old enough, so I flattered them.

They both giggled again. Brianna said, “We both just graduated high school. In fact, Elly just turned eighteen last week, but I’m almost six months older. Right? Did you really think we were already in college?”

I smiled again. “So, are there always so many people down here? I mean, I don’t see what for.”

Elly answered quickly. “This is Mud Gap, Nowhere. What else are we supposed to do?” She looked annoyed. “If we had our own cars you would have never met us, trust me. So consider yourself lucky, Shawn.”

“Is that what I am for meeting you?”

“Sure,” Elly said. “Very lucky.”

When she said it her gaze didn’t leave mine. She licked her lips and then bit her bottom lip, slowly letting it slide out from behind her teeth. It glistened with her saliva. “What are the two of you doing later tonight? You should come over and watch movies at my place. At least it’s not hanging out here.”

Brianna answered, looking to Elly for assurance. “I don’t know if we should . . .”

Elly stepped forward and grabbed my wrist, her breasts swinging against my arm. I had to bring my journal down to the front of my pants, an unexpected swelling straining against my underwear. “Oh, Bri. He’s fine, okay? You’re not dangerous are you?”

“Not just yet. But if provoked . . .” Elly smiled, flashing her white teeth.

Brianna still looked kültür escort hesitant, but appeared to submit to Elly’s quick pledge. “Your grandmother doesn’t mind, right?”

“It’s okay. Really. My grandma’s probably in bed already. Besides, I have the whole basement to myself, and she can’t hear anything with her hearing aids out.”

“Great,” Elly said. She turned, still holding my wrist, and pulled me toward my car. “You drive.”

***

The first movie we watched was an Adam Sandler comedy. They both liked it-Brianna laughing and forgetting to be so shy about her body in front of a stranger, and Elly rolling around on the floor in hysterics. From where I sat on the couch I got a good view of Elly’s round ass; her denim shorts kept riding further and further up and she never bothered to pull them down. As it was, I could just see the gentle contour of a cheek as it peeked from the hem. Late into the movie, she caught me looking. I was staring at the bunched fabric, the length of leg, her smooth calf, when I saw her looking back at me. She smiled, her mouth twisted, and wiggled her ass, as if getting more comfortable, but I knew that wiggle was just for me.

When the movie ended I offered to go upstairs and make more popcorn. I was glad to get away; I needed some time for the bulge in my pants to recede. When I returned with the popcorn Elly was sitting in the middle of the couch, her legs tucked underneath her. A blanket lay draped over her legs. Brianna sat in the recliner adjacent to the couch. She had it pushed back to almost full recline and her eyes looked heavy and tired.

I started the second movie, “Cape Fear,” and sat next to Elly on the end of the couch away from Brianna.

“Here,” Elly said, nonchalantly tossing a corner of the blanket over my lap. “In case you’re cold, too.”

I didn’t bother to tell her that I was fine.

***

Twenty minutes into to the movie I felt Elly’s hand flop onto my hip and then my upper thigh. She stroked my leg through my jeans, her thumb moving in a little circular motion and her fingers clenching and unclenching, as if trying to draw me closer. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as her gaze never left the movie.

I shifted, trying to find a way to relieve some of the pressure from my hardening cock pushing against my zipper, but Elly took the occasion to scoot closer and move her hand directly on to my crotch. She rubbed with more force, clutching and massaging, the motion of her hand causing the blanket to bob up and down. A smile crept into the corners of her mouth, though she didn’t take her eyes off the TV.

Just then Brianna jerked up from the chair, slamming the footrest. Elly pulled her hand back into her own lap and looked over to her friend.

“I think I was asleep, you guys.” Brianna yawned, stretching her arms behind her. Even with only the light from the TV I saw her tiny boobs press against her shirt, her nipples stiff with cold. “I better go home, to bed.”

“Do you need a ride?” I hoped that Brianna heard what I really wanted to say.

She stood up, wobbling, and yawned. “No, that’s all right. I live, like, a block away. I’ll just walk.”

I stood up, hoping that she wouldn’t see my bulge. “Want me to walk you out?”

She held up a hand and yawned again. “No, that’s fine. Nice to meet you, Shawn. I’ll see you later, Elly.” She turned and walked up the steps and out of the house.

I looked back to Elly, who was smiling devilishly. “Do you want me to rewind the movie?”

She shook her head and flicked back the blanket as an invitation. “I remember where we were.”

I sat back down on the couch, discreetly popping open the button of my jeans as I settled into the cushions. Elly draped the blanket back over my lap and without hesitation reached for my crotch. Her eager hand sought my visible bulge. She was not making any pretense of watching the movie. As her hand rubbed and fondled she moved to unbutton my jeans, but then stopped when she found it already open.

“Ooo, aren’t you sneaky.” Her deft fingers moved to the zipper and pulled it all the way down. My cock practically leapt out in relief. With one hand she pulled down the elastic waistband of my underwear, markantalya escort and with the other she reached in and wrapped her smooth fingers around the base of my shaft. She started to stroke me, slowly, deliberately, and I leaned over to kiss her.

Her lips were soft, surprisingly delicate, and eager to part as I slid my tongue into her hot mouth. Our tongues flicked together and ran across teeth, each of us tasting every surface of the other. She circled her tongue around mine, and then sucked it hard, pulling at its base, drawing deep into her throat. The whole time we kissed she kept her hand moving in a steady rhythm, occasionally wiping away precum and rubbing it back in.

I lifted my hips and without a word she pulled my jeans and underwear to my knees, my bare ass rubbing against the cushions.

“You like touching me, don’t you? I bet you’ve done this before. Dirty girl.” She mumbled in agreement. I slid a hand under her tank top and clutched one of her tits. She sighed and pushed against my hand, pressing me into the back of the couch. My cock grew even harder-impossible, I thought-when I brushed across the satin surface of her bra and tweaked the nipple that was pushing through. I rubbed the little nub of flesh between my thumb and forefinger, gently pinching it and then pulling. I flicked it a few times with my thumbnail and Elly moaned softly, squirming on the cushions. She gripped my cock harder and began to pull it roughly. I thought I could feel the pulse of my blood through one of the swollen blue veins that wrapped around it.

I broke our kiss, staying near her face, close enough to feel her breath, for her to flick her tongue against my lips. “Careful when you pull on that. It’ll chafe if it stays dry.”

Before I had time to think about it, she swung her head and closed her mouth over more than half of my throbbing shaft. I spoke only in vowel sounds as she worked my cock with her mouth and hand.

The first blowjob from someone new is always a bit exciting and surprising and I had to concentrate from keeping myself from blasting Elly across the room right away. But the way her mouth expertly kept my cock wet with her saliva, the way she spiraled her tongue-every now and then stopping to lap at the underside of the head-made me want to come and come and come, until I felt completely drained, wrung out.

She didn’t stop using her hands, either. With one hand she stroked upwards, meeting her mouth halfway, collecting spit and semen for the downstroke; with the other hand she fondled my balls or ran her nails over my bare legs. The sensation was electric and I knew I wouldn’t hold out much longer.

I clutched her hair with one hand and said, “Gonna happen soon, Elly.” She took this as an invitation to speed up, her mouth loudly slurping, her hand a tiny blur. I closed my eyes and leaned back, concentrating on the gathering warmth building inside. I could almost feel things pooling, bubbling to the surface, being summoned from my very center by Elly’s deft hands and wet mouth.

I tugged on her hair. “Here it comes, here it comes.” I expected Elly to swing back up and get out of harm’s way-it was what I was used to with girls, after all-but she took her hands and grabbed fistfuls of pubic hair and then clamped down just as I exploded into her mouth.

I thought for sure she’d pull away once the first stream of cum ricocheted off the back of her throat, but she didn’t budge. She swallowed as I jerked and spasmed, milking me of all I had, eager to take all of it.

Finally, she let my cock slip from her mouth, but not before giving it a few licks and nibbles for good measure. I opened my eyes and looked at her, her chin framed by my tangle of pubic hair, a single glistening drop of cum at the corner of her mouth. Her tongue darted out and licked it away and she smiled.

“Mmm, that was fun,” she said. She sat back up and kissed me, her lips pressing hard, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could taste my salty cum.

I laughed just then, my cock trying to stiffen again.

“What? What’s so funny?” Elly leaned back against the couch. She looked playfully annoyed.

“Nothing. I was thinking since we just met, maybe we should take it slow.”

Elly laughed, too. “Okay. Let’s start that tomorrow.” She leaned in and kissed me again, without the hunger from before, but still, her hand reached down for me.

I didn’t think my summer would be so bad after all.

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I have received many requests to continue the Family History Story, and I am very pleased that so many were able to “relate” and enjoy it so much. As I’m sure many of you will agree, I am a very fortunate Husband to have such a wanton, but loyal and loving Wife. My Wife Amy (names changed to protect the “guilty”) was taught to enjoy what she has between her legs at a young age. And by her own very loving family, at that! A family, of whom I was now a very “active” member. I could never get enough watching my hot-cunted, nineteen year old Wife and her attractive Aunt Susie hungrily lapping and fingering each others “wet” and juicy cunts. I loved ramming my Dick in Susie’s willing box while my Wife busily tongued and licked the fluids seeping from the point where my cock emerged from Aunt Susie’ pussy lips. I got an instant erection everytime I saw Amy’s cunt getting pumped full of her own Father’s cum, while her Uncle rapidly pumps his own cock meat in and out of my Wife’s talented mouth.

Oh yes, it was a great (and very horny family), and they began to depend on me and my imagination to lead the family fun and games….more and more! And my mind was filthy and perverted enough to meet the task! (smile) My Wife and I love each other very much and she had developed as dirty a mind as my own. Additionally, she vowed to try to do anything I wished her to do sexually…..and enjoy it! In the brief time we had been married I had taught, or refined her already acquired sexual skills and talents. Masturbation, oral, anal, Bi-female fun, mild B & D, humiliation, fantasy and role-playing, exhibitionism, making hot home video and photos, expanded the family pleasure by seducing others for us to play with. She was such a natural and wanton little “slut” that she enjoyed everything I taught her and/or told her to do….no matter how perverted I chose to make it.

And being multi-orgasmic, she could cum 4 or 5 times during a good sexing! Outside the privacy of our discreet personal fun and games, we were both professionally employed in a typical Bible Belt town in mid-America. You would be surprised, Dear Reader, if you only knew how may deliciously wonderful taboo desires and pleasures are indulged in on a regular basis behind closed doors here in the good old USA. And the reason you don’t hear about it all, is because “your Government knows best for you” , and will put you in jail if you and your friends and/or family enjoy something different. Not all taboo sex is mentally traumatizing or detrimental.

Like everything else sexual, it depends on how it is done and mutual desire and consent. But, enough of the soap box! You folks want to hear the hot and nasty details don’t you? Me too! It gets me hot and horny just remembering things. (Giggle)

I want to share one of my favorite erotic memories. I think you will all enjoy it also, mainly because it is something so many people are secretly titillated by ,but never have the opportunity (or nerve) to see or try themselves. Shortly before we were given permission to marry by Amy’s Father, Amy and I already had our own place and were living together, I decided it was time that I proved to Amy’s Dad that I meant what I said. I told Amy to invite her Father over for dinner the following Friday. I also made it a point to call her Father myself, and told him this wouldn’t just be a meal, but also a very “special” little family get together, and to be prepared to help me have his Daughter for dessert! I can still visualize how hot Amy got that first time her Daddy and I both worked her over! I didn’t tell her what all was going to happen, just to say and do anything I told her to on Friday, and to be prepared to look, behave, and enjoy whatever happens like the good little obedient Wife she was. I really didn’t need to tell her this, I knew she would do anything I said, I just want her to spend the week “wet” between her legs in anticipation. The words were no more out of my mouth then I could see her lick her lips and rub her suddenly wet crotch. Yes konyaaltı escort Friday was going to be something “special”.

When Friday evening arrived, I instructed Amy to put her dark hair in two pony tails, one on each side of her head and dress in her pink mini skirt, a thin white tube top, and a pair of white knee high socks. I told her not to wear panties or bra. I also instructed her to paint her nails and toenails a hot pink shade and make herself up like a little teen “tart”. When I inspected the final results, I was extremely pleased. In a discreet setting, my Wife is a natural and wanton little prick teaser. She enjoyed seeing men and women getting hot and bothered and having “nasty” thoughts about her. And, it didn’t matter to much what their age or even their relationship to her was, she wanted to be “wanted”. I told Amy that she was to prepare dinner and while doings so to pretend to pick-up around the house. I also told her to obtain her Father’s assistance at frequent opportunities, and to expose herself and tease “both” of us. She was to do everything she could think of to get us hard and keep us that way!

Amy’s Dad had a mischievous and “expectant” smile on his face when I let him in the door, It had only been a couple of weeks since he and I had our little heart to heart talk, and I forced him to allow his Daughter and I to marry. But right now, all he could think about was the part when I had promised him “continued” joy and pleasure with his hot young Daughter. My mysterious telephone call definitely had him panting in expectation.

When my Father-in-law saw his Daughter, I could see he was pleased “all over”. You couldn’t miss the boner in his pants, and it wasn’t lost on Amy either. When she saw his reaction, you could almost see her going into wanton little Daughter mode. Walking up to her Father, she pressed her firm young body against him and proceeded to give him a most “un”-Daughterly kiss.

If we had not known Amy was truly 19, it would have been “hard” to convince us she wasn’t the hot, young and precocious 14 year old she looked. When she sat across from her Father and I, she casually crossed her legs leisurely enough to show us she had “forgotten” her panties. That brief glimpse of her hairy little pussy, and the delicious expanse of leg and thigh she was now showing, definitely got our attention. I could tell Amy’s Dad was still a little nervous in my presents, even though I had seen and even made a secret video of them together, it was not the same. Here we were all together, and everyone aware of what was taking place.

Amy made an excuse to go to the kitchen and ask her Father to lend her a hand. She ask him to set the table, but he almost dropped the plates when she slipped up beside him and grabbed his crotch and gave it a “loving” squeeze while telling him how much she missed him. Over the course of the next couple of hours, Amy brought our her repertoire of wanton tricks and actions. While picking-up the living room, she frequently bent over exposing her naked thighs, ass, and cunt for her Father and I to drool over. She even took turns sitting in our laps, rubbing her crotch into ours, and impishly pulling up her tube top to show off her firm young tits with their very “taut” nipples. She even made it a point to go into the bathroom when her Dad was pissing, and walking up behind him, she volunteered to hold it for him while he pissed. Of course she was careful to shake and then massage the last few drops of piss off before returning her Daddy’s cock to his trousers.

By this time, Amy’s Dad was up for the game. He was eagerly running his hands under her tube top to play with her tits, or running his hands up her skirt to play with her sweet little cunt or massage her thighs and ass. Whenever I did the same, I always found her hot young box so “wet” she was practically dripping. in Feeling her up in front of her Father, I made it a point to get down in front of her, push up her skirt, and give her wet cunt a quick kiss and lick, kültür escort telling her how great she smelled and tasted. Once, when she sat between us on the sofa, her Father and I both had our hands up her skirt, jointly feeling her up, and taking turns fingering her pussy.

We enjoyed a very nice dinner, but it seemed only something to be gotten out of the way, so the real evenings purpose could continue. After dinner, I had Amy clear the table while her Father and I enjoyed and after dinner drink at the table. When Amy had finished clearing the table, without hesitation, I told her to sit on the dinning room table in front of her Father, to lie back and spread her legs, so that her Father could have the “dessert” I had promised him! She willingly complied with my wishes, pulling her knees back to better present her hot young cunt for her Dad to eat.

No longer embarrassed by anything, he couldn’t wait to bury his face in his Daughter’s sopping wet cunt. Telling her how wonderful she smelled, he began to slowly and lovingly lick her clit and inner cunt lips. Amy let out one strangled little sob of lust, and immediately exploded in a hot “gushing” climax that had probably been building for a week. Her hot pussy cream mixed with her sweet young piss as she creamed and “juiced” in her Father’s receptive mouth and all over his face. He tried his best not to miss lapping up every drop of his sweet, “nasty” little girls juices, stabbing his tongue deep in her cunt hole to get every luscious drop. “Oh do it, Daddy!” Amy screamed. “Tongue-fuck it like you use to.” she cooed. “Oh, that’s it.” “Eat it Daddy” she pleaded as she started humping her cunt up to meet his tongue. I reached over and pulled her tube top up, exposing her rock hard tits which I squeezed and massaged. “Don’t neglect to taste that cute little asshole of hers”, I told her Father. While I grabbed her heels and pulled her legs back as far as they would go, her Dad dipped his tongue into his Daughter’s pink puckered asshole. Rimming her eagerly ,while I shed my clothing and crawled up on the table, Amy moaned in lust, trying to raise her head enough to see her Father eating her out.

I straddled her in a 69 position, lowering my stiff cock to her waiting mouth, and leaned over to tongue and tease Amy’s clit while her Father gently but firmly tongued her asshole. That was all it took, Amy is such a little slut, her cunt started spasming as her hot little box over-flowed with her hot cunt juices in her 2nd orgasm, thanks to our mutual attention to her pussy and asshole.

“Oh god yes….drink it…..eat it!” Amy implored. “Smell it….taste it….lap it all up.” “I love you both so much.” We gladly did as she requested! I told her Dad that I want to taste that sweet little cunt and ass myself, but I would be happy to let him give his Daughter another “pacifier” for her talented young mouth.

As we changed positions, Amy’s Father quickly shed his cloths, and Amy took the opportunity to slide the upper half of her body toward the edge of the table so all her Father had to do was walk up and stick it in her mouth. But Amy never gave him the opportunity. As he moved toward her, she saw the glistening drops of pre-cum on the head of his stiff dick and reaching out, she guided his hard prick to her mouth. “Oh Daddy, I’ve missed this” she cried as she licked the pre-cum from the head if his cock. Inserting her tongue in his piss-hole to make sure she got every drop, she lowered her free hand to the top of her mound to finger and tease her clit. I rammed my tongue up her tight little asshole, as I buried my nose in her sopping cunt hole and inhaled the wonderful smell of “All” her cunt juices. Her asshole tasted delicious and I forced my tongue in it as far as I could, while I reached up to massage and tease her small firm tits. After a good rimming, I moved up to her cute little cunt hole and tongue fucked her slow and deep, as she lovingly licked her Dad’s cock and balls.

Meanwhile, Her Father couldn’t take any more markantalya escort of her teasing tongue. Grabbing her behind her head, he shoved his throbing prick between his Daughter’s lips, and fucked her hot little mouth. “Daddy has missed your sweet mouth!”, he groaned, as he fucked his stiff dick in and out of her mouth. It didn’t take long in the state he was in, and I heard him yell, “suck it honey, suck Daddy’s cock” “Daddys got some cream for my hot little Daughter” “Go ahead I told him feed her your cum.” “I know she’s missed it!” With a loud moan of pleasure he shot his load down his Daughter’s throat. For her part, Amy was gulping and swallowing as fast as she could. Panting with lust, she swallowed as much as she could , and then let his cock slip from her lips to spew the rest of his giant load all over her face and girlish pigtails. I felt my mouth flooded with my Wife’s hot piss-cum as she abandon herself to the wonderfully perverted pleasure and their mutual incestuous desire.

Watching from between her splayed legs, I lapped her hot piss-cum while I watched her wipe her hands in her Fathers excess cum and wantonly spread it over her face and even over her tits and hard erect nipples. With her Fathers dick still in her mouth she drained the last drops of “Daddy milk” from his cock and continued sucking it, like it was her last lollipop. Mewling almost continually,as she indulged her pent-up incestuous needs, it didn’t take long before she had her Father’s cock meat hard as a rock .

“Here”, I said, “Stick that hard dick in your Daughter’s cunt”. “She is definitely ready!” We again switched places, and as I fed my own stiff cock into Amy’s warm, willing mouth, I watched her Father push Amy’s ankles up next to her ears, exposing her hot little box, as he buried his stiff prick in his Daughter’s sweet cunt all the way to his balls. “Put it to her”, I told him, as we simultaneosly pumped our dicks in her cunt and mouth at the same time! Amy abandon herself to our little family 3-some. Pulling my cock from her mouth, I ordered her to lick my balls as I jacked my dick, and watched as her Father poured the meat to his Daughter.

“Oh…fuck it Daddy”, Amy begged. “Fuck me till I can feel your cock all the way up to my throat”, she exclaimed. “Yea…do it to me Daddy, I want the whole family to lick, and suck, and fuck me, just like we use to.” “Oh god I need your cocks” “Fuck me!” “Fuck me!” she kept repeating while her hot young twat again exploded, spraying hot wet piss-cum all over her Father’s pistoning cock, balls, and body. Knowing how fantastic it felt when Amy sprayed her hot cunt juices on my own prick, I knew it wouldn’t take much more and her Father would be making his own “deposit” in his Daughters willing cunt. It is a real turn-on to know when you are actually making a woman climax, and Amy’s wanton “gushing” cums, made you aware you had pressed the right buttons. “Go ahead Pop, give her what she wants”, I told him. “Have you ever fucked and sucked your Daughter on the dinning room table before”, I ask him? “From now on we’ll both make regular “deposits” in your Daughter’s cunt.” “Would you like that, Honey?” “Do you want me to invite your Daddy to help me suck and fuck you on a regular basis?”

“Oh yes please Honey”, she pleaded. “You both can fuck and suck me anytime you want.” “You can fuck me in my pussy, or my mouth, between my tits, or even in my ass.” “I want you to fill all my holes with your cocks and tongues and fill me with your thick creamy cum whenever you want!” “You be the boss Honey, and Daddy and I will do whatever you want won’t we Daddy?” Her Father answered her question by filling his Daughter’s wet, juicy pussy with a big load of his own cum, using his Daughter for his own incestuous pleasure.

“That’s it, fill your Daughter’s cunt with the same stuff you made her with!” I fought to keep from Cumming myself, wanting to wait till her Father was done and then stick my own dick in her freshly (and Fatherly) fucked little pussy hole, to add my own hot load to her over-flowing little box. As she licked her Father’s prick clean, I hammered us both to another hot, “wet” cum,and watched our mixed cum froth and trickle out of Amy’s well-filled box. The perfect Wife and Daughter, in deed!

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Chapter 3 — Coming Together

Summary of Chapter 2: Michael and his mother reconcile after the previous day’s violent and emotional display of anger. Michael’s mom explains the reasons for her emotional reaction to Michael’s voyeurism. Through their tender sharing of their feelings and emotions, Michael and his mother embark on a new type of relationship.

As I rested my face on my mother’s warm, soft breasts, I felt as if my whole body was bathed in a deep and rich coating of profound love and desire. Mother calmly and quietly stroked my hair as I covered her neck and her exposed cleavage with passionate kisses. My tongue darted between her extraordinarily soft tits and licked her salty, fragrant, and delicious flesh. I raised myself on my knees and found her eager lips, our tongues locking, swirling, and darting in and out of each other’s mouths.

The sensation of finally possessing the woman I had longed for, masturbated for, dreamed of countless nights, and desired since I was a young boy was intoxicating. As we kissed, my nervous fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pulled the tails out of her skirt, and slide the delicate fabric off of her soft white shoulders. Once again I buried my face into her soft, spongy tits, kissing, sucking and licking any exposed pink skin I could reach. I squeezed each pointy bra cup so that more of her delicious titties spilled over the casing of her stiff, white brassiere. Mother moaned softly. I could feel her warm breath on my face as I made love to her pale-skinned old breasts.

Reaching in, I pulled first one tit then the other from its D-cup prison. Jiggling and swaying, they settled down over the soft flesh-roll of her tummy, only inches away from resting in her lap. Mother took hold of one of her long, sagging breasts with both hands and held the small pointy nipple to my face. Her areolas were not large, about the size of a half dollar coin, and each was crowned by a small, pointy, pale teat about the size of my own. I rubbed the offered nipple with my thumb, which brought a fresh breath of delight from my mother’s shapely lips. I kissed her mouth again before descending to take hold of her proffered teat, and suckled her like the hungry child I once was.

Her other breast was hanging, sagging and swaying lewdly, spilling over the stiff support of her heavy foundation. Unsupported, it jiggled enticingly as I worked my tongue over its twin. Taking hold of her left tittie, I rubbed it against my face, so that I might feel its significant softness and pliability.

Like a man possessed, I began to suck each nipple alternately, nibbling and licking my mother’s pert little points until they were red and stiff from my abusing attention. Lifting each pliable tit, I licked the underside of each, tasting the sweet and salty flavor of their hidden side.

Mother continued to stroke my hair as I suckled and made love to her bosom. Her eyes were closed, her lovely mouth slightly ajar, and her head tilted back as my ministry to her breasts took her to the erotic place I knew we were both heading.

Releasing her breasts, I slide my hands under her skirt, feeling the smooth nylon stockings that encased her lovely, full legs and thighs. Reaching further I found that she was wearing a girdle with suspender straps, as she often did. I felt for the suspender clasps and began to unfasten her tan stockings.

Mother had grasped hold of her breasts and was massaging each floppy sack, occasionally pulling on a sensitive nipple. She moved her face close to mine and open-mouthed, offered her lips and tongue to me. I sucked at them as I continued to unsnap her hose. The warmth of her soft thigh flesh was indescribable. All I could think about now was freeing her from her foundation so that I might reach the prize I was longing for so desperately.

One by one I pulled the sheer tan stockings off her silky thighs, down past her full rounded calves and over her delicate feet, where I paused to bath each in a shower of kisses. Mother sighed, appreciative of my attentiveness, and squeezed her tender nipples with delight. Reaching under her skirt I grasped the waistband of her girdle and her panties, and began to pull them down. She raised her hips to offer her help, and in one smooth motion, her bottom was free from its cotton and spandex enclosure. Next came her skirt and again she lifted her hips to clear the way. This accomplished, I was now gazing at the full furry triangle that covered my mother’s secret places.

My cock felt incredibly hard as I got to my feet and hurriedly pulled off my shirt and slide my pants and underwear past my ankles and off my legs. I stood before her completed naked, my cock fully erect and perpendicular to my sweating, anxious frame. I knew that all possibilities we open to me, but for a moment I was unsure what to do next. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to spread her legs and lick the tart juices of her pussy. I wanted to touch every square inch of her all at once.

So many times I had konyaaltı escort seen her lovely mature body through the tiny peep hole in my closet and had masturbated myself into a frenzy, but now she was here with me, tits exposed, cunt exposed, my cock at the ready and my balls yearning to empty their molten contents. I knew that she would not refuse me anything I asked, she had told me as much, but now faced with a buffet of choices, I was not sure which pleasure to explore first.

I stepped back for a moment and let me eyes feast on her naked old body. She had released her breasts and they now sagged limply over the flabbiness of her tummy. I marveled at how long her tits were and how, in spite of her age, the skin was so pale, fresh, and even youthful in appearance. But this was no young woman, there was no doubt. Her upper arms, her inner thighs and the flesh-roll around tummy showed the inevitable signs of aging, but this did not diminish her loveliness in my eyes. She looked every bit the beautiful, stately, and curvaceous woman I had admired since I was a little boy.

“Mom,” I said somewhat nervously.

She did not speak but demurely looked up into my eyes.

“You’re beautiful, mom,” I said with a nervous smile. “You’re so beautiful to me.”

In spite of all the intimacy we had so far enjoyed, she blushed when she heard me say that. She looked down at her saggy tits and the ribbon of flesh that encircled her waist. Her hands rubbed across her pliable titties and she cupped them in a gesture of shy innocence. “Oh, Michael,” she said with a touch of sadness. “I’m old. I’m not pretty anymore like I used to be. I’m sagging all over,” she said as she rubbed her flabby little belly.

“Mother, please.” I scolded. “You are so beautiful. You have always been so beautiful to me.”

“Oh, Michael,” She said gratefully. She opened her arms in anticipation of a hug and I answered her request. I took her in my arms, delighting in the fell of her warm, soft skin against my bare chest, and kissed her fully and deeply on the lips once more. I reached behind her and unhooked the sturdy bra she wore, fully releasing her big tit sacks. I took them in my hands once again and felt their full weight and substance, and kissed each in turn.

Taking hold of her shoulder, I pushed her back unto the bed and gazed down upon my mother’s beautiful nakedness. With renewed intent, I knew now what I wanted to do. Kneeling down between her knees I pulled her toward me by the hips, spread her legs wide and lowered my face toward her very hairy patch. She was much hairier than I had expected or had been able to discern from my peep-show views of her. Her pussy hair was light brown in color and covered her sex almost completely except for the thick lips which enclosed the warm entrance to her body.

Her pubic hair formed a distinct triangle shape over her pubic bone and the lower part of her tummy but trailed off over the creases of her legs, and feathered off onto the upper part of her inner thigh. I had seen hairy girls like this in porn magazines — most of the girls I had dated shaved or trimmed their pussies – but had never had one in my grasp. I ran my fingers though the lush forest of her pubes marveling at the silky softness of it.

Just touching her soft cunt, I thought, could give a man an instant erection; it was so sensual and luxurious like real fur. To my surprise and delight, I noticed a fine trail of light brown hair that traced a path to her navel. So delighted was I, that I licked the fine hairs from the top of her pubic patch to her belly button. I paused there to lick and probe with my tongue, then kissed my way back down again. My mother tensed when I did this. She reached for my hand and, taking it into mine, we locked our fingers in a reassuring grasp.

I began to rub my face over your lush pussy mound. I could smell the sweet and tart aroma of her vagina as I rubbed my face over every part of her privates. The intoxicating smell of sweat, vaginal juice, and urine made my head swim with anticipation for the treasures that I knew I would find beneath her woolly covering. It was then that it occurred to me that this was the place were my father had entered 20 years previous. He had laid his seed here and from this very place I had emerged. Now I was kneeing between my mother’s open legs as if in prayer, worshiping at the wellspring of my birth. With reverence and a true sense of the holiness of that place, I kissed her pussy over its entirety and licked the soft tender creases of flesh that joined her legs to her torso. My mother’s excitement became more audible as I began to tease her most sensitive parts.

“Oh, Michael,” she moaned in a whisper. “Oh, Michael, that’s so good. Kiss me, Michael. Kiss me there.”

With my fingers, I opened the thick lips of her delicious cunt. Hidden inside, like a wonderful treasure trove, was the pink and red flesh of my mother’s womanhood. She was wet from our foreplay, the excellent smooth skin kültür escort seemed to glisten even in the dim light of her bedroom, and the deep aroma of her sex gave no doubt as to her need for a man to fill her.

I had never been with a woman whose labia were so thick and large but this was only the first bit I wanted to taste. With a slurp I sucked first one then the other thick flap of wrinkled, brown skin into my mouth and pulled back to fully extend the succulent membrane as far as I could. Mother moaned again, this time sounding from deep in her throat. ‘Just wait, mother dear,’ I thought to myself, ‘I’ve only just started.’

I pulled her large labia wide open and licked along the tender inner side, then let my tongue glide across the pinkness that guarded the entrance to her womb. My mother was clutching the bed sheets and her hips bucked with each flick of my tongue. I tasted her and it was good, very, very good. Her musk was strong but not unpleasant and it seemed to sweeten the more I licked at it.

It took all the restraint I had to keep from diving straight into her lovely cunt and savagely devouring it; so strong was her fuck-scent. I was unsure how long I could hold back my desire, but I wanted this, our first time at love-making, to last as long as possible. I wanted to make it imminently memorable for the both of us.

My tongue danced over my mother’s tasty pussy, teasing her tender lips, flicking against her puckered vaginal opening. She arched her back as I delicately licked and lapped at her delicious cunt. Letting my tongue drift up along her slit, I began to focus on her protruding clitoris.

As I had discovered the previous day, it was as thick as the end of my small finger and was peeking out of the fleshy hood that protected it. I lowered my mouth onto my mother’s little cock and sucked it while I teased it with vibrations from my tongue. Mother gripped the bed sheets tightly and lifted up her hips trying to push as much of her pussy into my mouth as possible.

“Mmmmm… Oh, Michael!” she moaned. “Oh, Michael, lick me honey, oh, oh, suck it, Michael, Oh…”

Sliding a finger into her wet pussy, I pumped slowly and probed deeply, rubbing my finger along the underside of her clit. Mother was moaning loudly now, begging me to satisfy her yearnings and thanking me for the pleasure my mouth brought.

“Oh, that feels so nice, honey! That feels so nice! Oh, that feels so nice! Please lick me, Michael, please honey.”

Her encouragement alone was enough to drive me on but the taste of her pussy and the primal scent that came from her organ were absolutely intoxicating. I was drunk with fuck-lust. I moaned deeply into her cunt as I licked, sucked, and kissed my mother’s most intimate parts.

Taking advantage of her raised hips, I removed my wet finger from her pussy and pressed it against her wrinkled anal opening. I loved ass-play and although most of my girlfriends had distained it, I had the feeling that my mother would not reject my anal advances. Mother nearly screamed as I first massaged her rectum then slowly pushed my index finger past her rubbery sphincter, one knuckle at a time, into her anal canal.

“Oh, Michael!” she sang as she arched her back and bucked her hips higher in the air. “Oh! Push it in. Push it in deeper! Oh, god, I’m going to cum, Michael! Oh!”

I sucked with genuine fervor at my mother’s clitoris while I pumped my finger rhythmically in and out of her ass. With each stroke of my finger, she whimpered and moaned as her orgasm came closer and closer, until finally it hit her like a lightning strike. She bucked one final time, held her breath, and clapped my face tightly between her thighs as the electric shock of orgasm raged through her body.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!…” she repeated over and over and over again as her glorious cum reigned over her. I licked her gently until her orgasm subsided, then slowly extracted my finger from her bottom. Mother was breathing heavily now, her heart was obviously pounding from her shattering cum.

“You OK, mom?” I asked. I was a little concerned because of the violent nature of her spent ecstasy.

“Mmmmm, yes…” she said airily with a broad satisfied smile.

Her orgasm concluded, I now got to the business of taking care of my own stiff needs. I lifted her legs off the floor and swung them onto the bed, then spread them and climbed between. She spread her legs as wide as she could and waited for the penetration that she knew was coming and which she wanted.

Crawling up between her legs I glided my cock through her thick cunt hair and between her luscious lips until I found the entrance to her holy of holies. Pushing slowly, I let the head of my cock pop past the tight opening to her womb and feed the entire length into her in one smooth motion.

The feeling of being fully enveloped by my mother’s pussy was beyond words. I felt my dick rest against her cervical wall and at that moment we both let out a deep, joyful sigh. markantalya escort I let my cock rest there a moment. Propped up over her body, my arms fully extended, and my eyes closed, I let the immeasurable feeling of having her warm, wet, wonderful pussy surrounding me register with each nerve ending in my swollen cock. I opened my eyes and saw that my mother was looking at me with an incredible expression that was mixed with love, passion, and joy.

“Oh, mom,” I said with a dreamy-eyed smile. “It feels so good inside you!” And indeed it did. Her pussy, although not tight, felt like a warm, wet glove gently wrapped around my member.

“Mmmmm, yes, Michael,” she cooed as she rubbed my chest with the flat of her hands and smiled in return. We just rested there, my cock buried deep inside her, and smiled at the sheer joy of what we were both feeling. Then, spontaneously, we both began to laugh from the profound joy of finally being joined in the most intimate way possible; not just a physical joining of two bodies, but the spiritual joining of two souls locked in love.

“I love you so much.” I whispered, as I began to slowly but firmly piston into her delightfully warm and excellent cunt. I felt tears of joy well in my eyes as I made love to this beautiful woman. A single drop of love flowed down my check and landed in the wide valley between her breasts. She reached up and wiped the moisture from my eyes then brought a finger to her lips and tasted the salt of my profound joy.

“My beautiful man,” she sighed as she rubbed my nipples and ran her hands down over my back and waist, pulling me as close to her as she was able.

She raised her knees up to allow me fuller access to her, and I fucked her slowly like this for several minutes, slowly and rhythmically. Her titties had flopped to either side of her chest and undulated with each stroke I took.

We never took our gaze from each other, each of us looking into the loving eyes of other. So intense was our connection that I felt as if every nerve ending in my body had come alive. With each inward stroke I could feel every nuance of her vaginal cavity, and every time I pulled back I could feel her large, thick labia gripping and sucking at my withdrawing cock. I had never felt anything so wonderful and sensual before.

“Can you feel that, mom?” I asked in wonderment. “I can feel everything inside you.”

“Mmmmm…” she purred. “I know, Michael, it feels wonderful.”

Soon the feeling of electric pleasure in my cock signaled to me that my orgasm was immanent and I announced this to my mother-lover.

“I’m going to cum, mom.” I whispered, my face flushed red with passion.

“Yes, Michael, cum for me,” she replied. And I did cum; a deep satisfying orgasm that only comes from deeply intense and intimate moments like the one that my mother and I just shared. I felt each spurt of hot semen pump into her and soon filled her vagina with warm seed. My mother continued to look up at me and smiled warmly with each spasm of my cock, each stream of semen that filled her incredible pussy.

I left my cock in her until it had shrunken back to its normal size, all the while showering my mother’s face, her eyes, and her lips with tender, thankful kisses. She held me in her arms, rubbed my back and my ass, and returned my warm embrace. Exhausted, I rolled off of her and lay beside her. She turned her ass to me and nestled up against me in a ‘spoons’ position and took hold of my hand in hers. I reached over her shoulder, felt her soft tummy and titties and, cupping one soft breast in my hand, we both dozed off for pleasant slumber.

I woke up about half an hour later, my mother still resting peacefully in my arms. We were still in the spoon position and hadn’t moved an inch during our short nap. I looked down over her soft white body as she lay nestled against me. My cock was already stirring again as I ran my hand over her lovely, soft skin, and let my fingers probe between her ass cheeks and over tender thighs.

The valley of her ass was very hairy, a continuation of the thick patch that covered her cunt. Each cheek showed evidence of a fine spray of soft hair that crept up out of the deep cleavage. Her pussy was soaked from the leaking semen which I had deposited there a short while ago. I found and rubbed her clit a few times, and my mother, now awake, wiggled her butt up against me.

Her long, supple tits splayed out in front of her and, unable to resist their softness, I reached over her body and took one in my hand. Mother leaned over her shoulder and offered her lips to me which I immediately coupled with my own, our tongues exchanging caresses.

I wanted to penetrate her again, I could not resist. My cock was now fully hard so I guided it to her cum-soaked slit, found the juicy opening and plunged the entire length of my dick into my mature lover. Mother sighed with appreciation and pushed her ass back into me in time with my hard fucking motion.

We humped madly for a few moments, but in my exuberance I pulled out too far and my cock plopped out of her juicy canal. I started to reposition my cock for reentrance but my mother took hold of my dick and placed it against the rosebud of her ass instead.

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(Note: This is a two chapter story with both chapters here. I hope you enjoy this adventure across the thin line of reality and fantasy.)

*

I hadn’t been to New York City in over twenty years, and in fact, rarely leave my cabin in Maine for any cities. I shop at a local food co-op in our small town, pick up mail a the post office, sometimes get a bowl of soup or a cup of coffee and exchange greetings with friends and neighbors then head home, happy to drive down the long dirt road through the woods and walk the path up to my quiet life.

I had just completed a book of poetry and my brother told me about a group he belongs to at the library that once a month has a guest speaker. Each member arranges an evening and it was his turn. He urged me to come to New York and give a reading. At first I wanted to say no I didn’t want to deal with all the hustle and bustle of New York, but didn’t respond—thinking about my garden and other reasons I shouldn’t go, but then remembered a philosophy of mine to say “yes” when ever possible, unless there is a moral conflict or it’s impossible.

He said, more insistently, “Come to New York and give the reading, it will be good for you.” Finally, the desire to read my new poems and get away from my solitary life for awhile came over me and I said I would come. When I hung up the phone, I couldn’t believe what I had agreed to do.

So, the sudden opportunity to visit my brother in New York and give a poetry reading brought me this chance to taste a piece of life I had never experienced before or since. Whether it was random or haphazard circumstance, I can’t say—that’s part of the mystery—but coming to New York and meeting Hannah that afternoon in the cafe around the corner from my brother’s apartment took me into a realm of reality, I am still trying to understand.

I arrived in New York on a Thursday evening and took the train from the airport, then a subway and a bus to Riverside Drive where my brother lives. I was completely dazzled and overwhelmed by he visual sensations of lights and sounds, of people rushing, advertisements, horns and sirens, department stores filled with shiny merchandise, tall buildings and theaters. In contrast to my little town in Maine, I saw people from so many other cultures, so many shapes, sizes and colors—rushing, carrying packages, briefcases, talking on cell phones, listening to i-pods. I was swept along by the whirl of people on the go. There was so much to see, I didn’t know where to look first and felt like I did when I was twelve and went to the circus.

The next day, while my brother had several appointments, I took the opportunity to explore the neighborhood and stopped at a little café called the Left Bank for a cup of coffee and a treat. My poetry reading wouldn’t be until eight that evening, so I had the whole afternoon to myself. I had my journal where I write my thoughts and feelings everyday. The café was busy with people coming in quickly, getting a coffee to go and hurrying out. Most of the tables were empty. My table was by the window so I could glance outside at people passing. While I was writing, a young woman with long dark curly hair walked in. She had a canvas bag over one shoulder. She put her bag down on a table next to mine and went to the counter to p-lace an order. Standing there, she glanced at the pasteries, looked back at her table and at me. I had stopped writing—my pen paused on the page. Our eyes met briefly but I quickly looked away. I guessed she was in her early thirties and wore a long full wrap-around skirt with a colorful Indian print. It came just below her knees. She wore clogs and a soft textured white peasant-like blouse that revealed her shoulders. She had a small lavender scarf tied lightly at her neck. When she came to her table carrying her coffee, our eyes met again, briefly. I noticed her dark lively eyes, olive skin and wild flowing hair and thought she looked like a gypsy with her large silver dangling earrings.

She took a book out of her canvas bag and placed it on the table. She then put the bag on the floor next to her, sat down, crossed her legs and looked around the room, glancing quickly in my direction. Our eyes met then she looked away. She took a sip of her coffee and opened her book.

I remember writing in my journal how it felt with this exotic young lady sitting at the table next to me. I enjoy looking at people but rarely am I so captivated by a person as I was with her. Every few minutes, I stopped writing and glanced over at her, watching as she read, her fingers holding her coffee mug but not drinking.

I continued writing, struggling to concentrate on what I was describing and not look at her, but there was something about her presence, her contained energy that caused me to glance over at her. She was not pretty in the classic way—she had a narrow, pointed nose, a small mouth but full sensual lips, an angular shaped face, high cheek bones, but I could feel her lively spirit and I was drawn to her in a way I can not explain. I felt there was something mysterious and hidden about illegal bahis her that made her beautiful and drew me to her, like a moth to a light.

I am an extremely shy quiet person and it is not in my nature to strike up a conversation with someone I don’t know—especially a young woman who must be a least thirty years younger than me. But there I was sitting at my table wanting to burst out of my reserved personality and invite myself to sit with her.

She was reading her book with deep concentration, but every time she turned the page, she would look up to glance around the room and our eyes would meet, then she would return to her book and I would return to my writing. In my journal I was describing this scene with me sitting at a table next to this exotic looking young woman, our eyes meeting. When I wrote, “Her dark hair, falling past her shoulder is lovely next to her olive complexion, but it’s her large dark eyes that draw me to her. “I have to meet her. I have to meet her.” It was the urgency of that last sentence that startled me. I often see a woman that I think looks attractive, but this was different. Why did I write, “I have to meet her?”

I put my pen down, reading over what I had written when I heard her voice. I turned and looked at her. Again our eyes met, and she asked, “What are you writing?”

At first I wasn’t sure how to answer and so I repeated her question, “Oh, ah. What am I writing?” I glanced down at my journal then back at her and somehow found the nerve to say, “I’m writing about you.”

“You are?” she asked, her eyes widened in surprise. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, looking at her eyes, noticing the slight smile on her lips.

Neither of us spoke, but, in that silence, there was no awkwardness—just curiosity. I took a deep breath and somehow found the boldness to say, “I think you are very beautiful. I wanted to describe you in words.”

“Thank you,” she responded and smiled. “I don’t think I’m beautiful, so thank you.”

Again, there was a silence, but we kept our eyes on each other. She picked up her coffee mug, brought it to her lips, but still she looked at me over the edge of her cup. I did the same thing, took a sip of my coffee, quickly closed my journal,keeping the pen in the book as a marker and looked back at her.

“What are you reading?” I asked.

“David Mamet,” she answered, closing her book. “Do you know his writing?”

“Yes,” I answered. “I’ve read a few of his plays. I like his language and how he writes dialogue.”

“Me, too,” she responded. “I love how crisp his dialogue is. It’s like poetry—so spare.”

“Let’s pretend we’re in a Mamet play,” I said, surprising myself with that bold, spontaneous idea, somehow my usual shyness evaporating.

“Okay,” she said and smiled. “Let’s pretend we’re in a Mamet play.”

“Yes, let’s,” I responded, already entering the stylized manner of his dialogue.

“Yes, let’s,” Hannah said, picking up our game.

“Hello,” I said, looking at her from my table.

“Hello,” she said.

“You look sad,” I said.

“I am sad,” she said.

“Sad—too bad,” I said. “Sadness is not what I want for today.”

“I know,” she said. “I know you don’t want sadness for today.”

“You do,” I said.

“Yes, I do.”

“What do you think I want for today?” I asked.

“You want me to invite you to sit with me but you are too shy to ask.”

“You’re right, I do.”

She smiled and gestured to the empty seat across from her.

I was stunned by her invitation but smiled back, enjoying her dark eyes looking at me and the slight, playful smile on her lips. I picked up my journal and coffee and sat down at her table, our eyes meeting again.

“I’m Thom–Thom with an “h.”

“Hello, Thom with an h.”

“I’m Hannah with an h.”

Hello Hannah with an h. I know your name has an h otherwise it would be Annah.”

“You’re right. And if it was a B I’d be Banana.”

We both laughed.

“Are we being silly?” she asked.

“Yes, very silly,” I said. “But thank you for reading my mind.”

“This is a new way of meeting someone,” she said.

I took a sip of my coffee and nodded, “Yes, I guess it is—especially for me. I never do things like this.”

“Me either,” she said. “I’m a very private person. I keep to myself.”

“I do too,” I said. “But I’m surprised about you. Your face is so open. I’d think you would have a busy social life.”

“I don’t really. I like being home—reading, talking to my boyfriend, taking walks along the river. I love going to the library, bookstores and museums.”

“So you have a boyfriend,” I asked.

“I do,” she said.

“That’s nice,” I said. “Are you happy with him?”

“I am. Very. He’s wonderful,” she said, then asked, “Are you married?”

“No, I’m divorced,” I said.

“Sorry,” she said, her eyes and mouth losing their smile and expressing her sadness. “Has that been hard for you?” she asked.

“At first, but actually I’m fine with it. We just decided not to illegal bahis siteleri be in each other’s movie anymore.”

Hannah nodded. “That’s an interesting way of thinking about it.”

“You’re not a New Yorker, are you?” she asked.

“No,” I answered. “How did you know?”

“Easy—no one in this neighborhood looks or dresses like you,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You look different—shaggy hair and beard, baggy sweater, a little unkempt–not slick.”

“Oh, well, I’m from Maine,” I said and shrugged my shoulders. “Not that everyone from Maine is shaggy and unkempt,” I added.

“I like how you look,” Hannah said. “You look interesting. “Not like everyone around here. “I like that.”

“I like how you look, too,” I said. “There’s something mysterious about you.”

“Mysterious?” she asked. “You’re wrong. I’m not mysterious.”

“Yes, you are. You have a secret self that no one knows but you.”

“I do?” she asked, lifting her cup to her lips, her eyes looking at me.

When she put her cup down, I could tell she was thinking about what I said about her secret self. She smiled at me, her eyes looking into mine, indicating I had touched something in her and aroused her curiosity.

“Tell me about my secret self” she asked after a long silence.

“So, do you admit you have a secret self?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she responded, a slight smile on her lips.

I smiled back at her, our eyes probing one another, fascinated by where this conversation was heading.

“And you, Thom, do you have a secret life—a fantasy world?” she asked, shifting in her seat, leaning forward, moving her face closer to mine, looking into my eyes, smiling. I noticed her large breasts pressing against the white peasant blouse.

I took a sip of my coffee, stunned by her question, uncertain of what to say. I kept my cup to my lips as if I was hiding behind it, but my eyes were on her smile and dark eyes and the glimpse of cleavage as she leaned towards me.

When I put my cup down on the table, she moved her face closer to mine.

“Let’s talk about our secret lives,” she whispered, “I’ll tell you about mine, if you tell me about yours.”

“So you admit it,” I said, moving my face closer to hers, our eyes looking into each other’s eyes.

“Yes, you know I do and I know you do,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, our faces now inches away from each others.

“Are we still in a Mamet play?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “We’re in our own play. We are entering our secret lives.”

I nodded my agreement and smiled.

“I’m enjoying this,” she said. “Are you?”

“Yes. It’s exciting, isn’t it?” I asked.

“It is,” she answered.

“Hannah, I think we have the same secret fantasy.”

“Tell me. Tell me what is,” she said.

“You want to be fucked by a stranger. Ravished.” I couldn’t believe I was saying this to her. I never use that word or speak like this.

“Hmm, tell me more,” she said.

“Have you seen Last Tango in Paris?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered. “Get the butter.”

“You want to be in an empty room or in a cheap motel with a stranger.”

“”It’s a cheap motel with a coffee shop,” she said, “in the middle of nowhere—neon light outside.”

“Right. You and I have just met in a coffee shop late at night. You are wearing tight jeans and a tank top, no bra.” I paused. “I’m now combining my fantasy with yours.”

“I know you are. You like tight jeans on young women…don’t you? You like to see their ass and the jeans tight on their cunt,” she whispered, looking into my eyes, a sly smile on her lips. I couldn’t believe her language—how she was talking to me, as if her secret self had taken over and merged with mine.

“Yes, tight jeans turn me on,” I whispered—my secret self emerging.

“It’s late and there’s no one in the coffee shop but me and you,” she says.

“Right. I just came in for a cup of coffee. You’re at the counter and look up at me when I enter. Your eyes move up and down my body. Our eyes meet and you smile. I sit next to you and order a coffee.”

“So, stranger, where are you from?” you ask.

“Nowhere. I’m just on the road going from here to there,” I answered.

“Gotta name?” you ask.

“No,” I answer.

Good, Me either,” you say.

You swivel on your stool and face me. Your legs are spread apart. Your knees touch my thigh. You lean forward and I can see your tits under you low cut tank top. You notice me looking at your tits and smile at me. “What are you looking at, stranger?”

“You know damn well what I’m looking at,” I say, smiling at you.

“Do you like what you see?” you ask.

“Yes,” I say. “I want to lick your nipples.”

“Hmmmmm—sounds good,” you say, your hand touching my thigh, squeezing it.

Our eyes meet and then I look down at your crotch as you spread your legs wider.

“What else do you want, stranger?”

“What do you want me to do to you?” I answer.

“You slowly move canlı bahis siteleri your hand up my leg towards my crotch and say, “I’m horny. I want you to fuck me. I have a room here. Care to share it with me for the night.”

“Yes,” I say. “Lead the way.”

We get up to go. I throw some money on the counter and follow you, loving your round ass in those tight jeans. You turn around and look at me. “Follow me, stranger,” you say as we walk to your motel room.

Just then Hannah sat back in her chair and looked at me. She had that sly smile and then she really surprised me. “You’re getting me wet, Thom.”

“Good,” I said. “We’ve entered each other’s secret life, haven’t we?”

“Yes,” she said, biting her lower lip. “I’m hot.”

“Me, too,” I said.

“I’ve never talked to anyone like this before,” she said.

“Me either,” I said.

“Let’s get out of here. I know a cheap hotel nearby,” Hannah said.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“”Very,” Hannah answered.

“What about your boyfriend?” I asked.

“He doesn’t have a clue about my secret life,” she said. “He doesn’t know about my fantasies and all the toys I play with when he’s not around or this sex internet site I’m on and my secret cyber lovers that fuck me when he’s at work or out,” she said, standing up. “Let’s get out of here.”

We left the cafe and walked swiftly. Her large canvas bag was hanging from one shoulder and I noticed several books in it.

“The hotel is about two blocks from here,” she said.

While we were walking, Hannah’s words about her secret life baffled and intrigued me. How could she separate one reality from her reality with her boyfriend? How could her secret life not be part of her actual life?

“How do you know about this hotel?” I ask.

“I just do,” she said, smiling. “It’s one of those places you can rent a room by the hour. It’s for people like us, secret lovers.”

“Have you been there before?” I asked.

“No, but I have wanted to go by myself. They have porn movies on the TV and I thought about going there and living one of my fantasies.”

“So you’ve never really been there before,” I said.

“No, this is the first time,” she said, smiling up at me, her long dark gypsy-like hair flowing in the breeze as walked swiftly down the crowded street, weaving our way past people.

Finally, we were standing in front of a narrow building with a small green sign over the door that said, “Concord Hotel.”

“Interesting name,” I said.

“Yes, it’s perfect for what this place is,” she said—a smile on her lips—”harmony and agreement.” She then stepped closer to me, her tits just touching my chest. “Rent us a room, Mister,” she said, looking seductively into my eyes. I felt her heat and my cock was getting hard.

I went up to the desk and asked for a room while Hannah waited by the elevator. I glanced over at her smiling at me. I rented the room for two hours.

In the elevator, she stood next to me. We didn’t speak as the elevator went past the second and third floor, but I knew we were both thinking about the secret world we were entering, wondering where this meeting would end. At the fourth floor, she leaned into me and said, “So Mister, what are you going to do to me?”

“You’ll find out,” I said and put my hand on her ass and rubbed it, feeling the crack as my hand moved from one cheek to the other, giving her ass a slight squeeze.

“Hmmmmm, that feels good, Mister,” she said in a low voice as we reached the fifth floor. “This is our stop,” I said. We got off and she followed me down the hall to our room. I opened the door and let her walk in ahead of me. I closed the door. Hannah put her canvas bag down then walked around looking at everything—the small bureau, an open closet with hangers, the TV, the bathroom. The curtains were open, letting sunlight in. Hannah closed the curtains then turned on a lamp. “I want to shut out the world but I like a light on when we make love. I want to see your face.” She then sat on the bed and looked up at me.

“Okay, Thom, this is the deal,” she said, spreading her legs. “We’re going to do everything but not actually fuck. We’re going to get hot and masturbate with each other. That’s as close to real fucking as we’re going to get. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said. “This is fantasy land. You want me to be in your secret world where we fuck but don’t really fuck so you feel you are not cheating on your boyfriend.”

“Yes, this room is like a room in cyber space—it’s not real but feels real– do you know what I mean?”

“I do, Hannah, but it’s a thin line and we might lose control and cross over from one reality into the other,” I said.

“I know it’s dangerous but we won’t cross over,” she said. “I won’t let that happen. I’m always in control,” she said. “Always!”

“And you think what we’re doing is not cheating on your boyfriend,” I said.

“I’m not sure. I know it’s dangerous and on the edge, but this is what I want and need. I know it sounds confusing. And you think I’m crazy and maybe I am, but I want to be here with you. I want us to fuck each other with our hands. Can you handle that?”

“I don’t know, Hannah. I can try but might get so hot I just take you. This is dangerous territory we’re in,” I said.

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From Nikki: This story is ALMOST identical to my story titled “Canoe.” The difference is that that one is not an incest themed story. It’s a subtle but important difference and was an experiment around which version would rate better and be read more often.

I hope you can enjoy both versions without the need to complain that they are the same!

licks and kisses,

nikki.

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Dave took the call from his brother Phil.

“Sorry Dave, there’s a bit of a change to the camping plans. The girls’ plans fell through and so they said that with nothing else to do, they wanted to come down to the lake with us.”

“Damn, there goes the swearing, drinking, and fun,” Dave laughed. He didn’t really mind. He got along really well with Phil’s wife May and knew that she’d be fine with them drinking and swearing as much as they wanted. As to their daughter, April, well he had mixed feelings about her coming along. On the plus side, she was hot; truly truly hot. On the other side, she was his niece and Dave knew that with a couple of drinks under his belt, he was likely to start flirting outrageously and in front of her parents that wasn’t such a good idea.

Through the quirks of fate, there was less years between Dave and April than there was between Dave and Phil, which in his mind made it more dangerous.

Dave had been a late accident (or present as his parents liked to say) whilst Phil had got May pregnant by accident early in their relationship and though they’d been teenage parents, they’d truly found love and managed to avoid the fate of so many others in their position and were still together 18 years later.

Phil was 38 and Dave only 26, but they’d gotten over their sibling issues years before and hit it off well these days, often camping out by the lake together.

“Hah, I don’t think we’ll have a huge problem,” Phil laughed back down the phone. “Anyway, departure time is the same; we’re still away at 5am so that we can get the best out of the long weekend. Of course, we’ll probably have to dump April in the car still asleep given the times that she usually wakes up on the weekend. Shit, we’re lucky if she’s even back from partying by 5am to get out of bed!”

“No problem Phil, I’ll even chuck in a couple of girly drinks for them so they don’t bitch and moan too much,” Dave laughed.

On the day of departure, Phil drove past Dave’s place to rendezvous before heading off to the lake. Dave laughed when he saw Phil’s 4WD pull up in the drive way. It was absolutely packed to the roof.

“What happened bro? It looks like your camping gear has been breeding!” Phil raised his eyebrows and nodded his head at the passenger and back seats where May and April were sitting and shook his head. May grinned at Dave and wound the window down to say hello, knowing what was going on, whilst April sat with her head against the window, obviously asleep.

Dave went back and shut the door to the house and jumped in his ute. In contrast to Phil’s car, the only thing that seemed to take up any room was the canoe that he had lashed to the custom built frame.

“Hope you found room for some grog in there,” Dave said as he climbed behind the driver seat in the pre-dawn gloom.

“Ha, there’s enough to at least get me through the first day,” Phil replied. With that they backed out of the drive way and headed off out of town to the lake.

On arrival, Dave climbed out of his ute and stretched, watching as his brother and his family climbed out of their 4WD. His eyes were snared by the sight of April as she stepped down from the back seat, her shoulder length ash blonde hair messed about her head before she pulled it back with her hands. As her hands went back, she thrust her chest out and Dave eyed the sight of her firm breasts sticking out from her chest. Her stomach was flat, and her legs long and lithe.

Only with reluctance did Dave tear his gaze away as the sound of May’s door opening brought him back to where he was. “Geez,” he thought to himself, “I haven’t even had a drink yet, this could be tough!” He took the time to admire his sister-in-law. She was several years younger than Phil and several older than Dave, but at the age of 34 was still in every way a desirable woman. She wore track pants that hugged her legs and a pink t-shirt that highlighted the curve of her breasts nicely.

“Not too early for you is it?” he called out to April as she turned in his direction. She smiled sheepily at him, her elfin features lighting up.

“Of course it is, its Saturday for god’s sake, I’m not supposed to be up for HOURS!”

“Oh well, you can always sleep in tomorrow I guess,” Dave responded. May laughed.

“If you tell her that, we won’t see her until after lunch,” she said, drawing a sneer from her daughter.

Phil came around from the other side of the car and tossed a beer to Dave. “Here, this will help you with setting up,” he called, twisting the top off of his own.

“God Phil, its not illegal bahis even 10am!” May said, shaking her head.

“Its tradition!” Dave and Phil said together, before laughing heartily.

“Where’s mine then?” April asked.

“You ladies can help yourself, unless you intend to set up your own tent?”

“Not likely,” April laughed, moving to seat herself on a nearby log where she could watch the work get done. She enjoyed watching her uncle. He was muscular without being silly about it like the footballers that she knew from school. His frame came from being a builder’s labourer and there was something more even about his physique that she liked. She just wished he had more to set up, because it wasn’t going to give her much time.

As she had done at previous family gatherings, she wondered about the fact that she found her uncle so hot. The strange age difference seemed to make it seem not so bad, but at the end of the day, he was still her uncle.

Phil set about pulling gear from the back of his car and Dave moved to do the same, rolling his swag off the back and staking it out, tying off to a tree so that he’d have some head room in there. Moments later, he’d pulled the camping stove and cook gear out, put the esky in the shade and lifted down his canoe.

Turning to watch Phil, who was only part way through getting a tent up, he laughed heartily. “Need some help over there bro? I’m done.”

“Yeah, get over here and do some real work you bastard,” Phil laughed back.

Dave helped out and an hour later, the camp was all set, Phil and May having a tent to share with a smaller tent set apart for April. April was busy stashing her gear in her tent as the three older people perched themselves on chairs and relaxed for a while after the exertions of setting up.

After a thrown together lunch, April approached Dave and said, “So this canoe, does it actually float? Or is it just so that you’ve got something to fall into when you’re too drunk to manage the swag?”

“Very funny, of course it floats. It’s rather good for catching fish too actually.”

“Maybe you should take me for a paddle and show me just how well it does float then.”

“Be happy to.”

“Great, I’ll just get changed into something a little more appropriate for canoeing then.”

Dave watched as April disappeared into her tent, paying particular attention to the curves of her butt as the track pants she was wearing clung tightly to them and then admonished himself for it immediately as she disappeared from view.

He waited patiently until she reappeared and attempted to keep his mouth closed so that he avoided the desperate stare that was threatening to invade his face, trying to focus on the conversation with his brother and sister-in-law. As she climbed out of her tent he took in what constituted her change of attire. She’d swapped the track pants for a pair of cut-off denim shorts that barely contained her tight buttocks and a white t-shirt tied at the waist to reveal her taught, flat belly whilst at the same time accentuating her breasts.

“God, how can I survive time alone in a canoe with that?” he thought to himself. He grabbed the paddles and life jackets and threw them into the canoe before pulling it down to the water’s edge. He heard April telling her parents that she and Uncle Dave were going for a ride in the canoe and not to expect them back for an hour or so.

“An hour or so?” Dave asked her as she approached the small dock on the edge of the lake where he was now sitting in the canoe, hanging onto a rope tied to the pier. “You must be intending to do a lot of paddling.”

“Oh I don’t paddle, Unc, that’s your job, but if I’m going to enjoy the sun, there’s no point doing it for five minutes.” April dropped a couple of towels and a bottle of sunscreen into the canoe.

“Huh, well I guess that we’ll see about that. Hop in.” April climbed down the short wooden ladder into the canoe and Dave moved them back a bit, passing the rope to April.

“Hold this,” he said and climbed out of the canoe and up onto the short pier. He jogged up to where his ute was parked and grabbed a small toolkit and a kayak paddle from the back. He saw Phil, who motioned for him to come closer.

“Do us a favour?” His brother asked as he returned to the camp site.

“Sure what’s that?” Dave asked.

“Make sure that you really are gone for at least an hour?” Dave laughed and winked at him and promised that he’d not be back for at least an hour, but no more than two so that there was a time frame in which they would be expected to return.

“And it’s probably best if you don’t stay within sight of camp,” Phil said, blushing.

“Consider it done. Have fun and watch out for bugs.” Phil laughed in turn and Dave turned back towards the canoe and pier where April was waiting for him.

“Right, if we’re going to be away that long, I thought I’d throw in some tackle and if you’re going to make me do all the paddling, it will be easier for me illegal bahis siteleri with this,” he said, indicating the kayak paddle. “I’m sure the purists would shoot me for using it with a canoe, but I like it.”

“I promise not to tell anyone,” April laughed as Dave climbed down into the canoe again.

Dave pushed them off from the pier and paddled them around the end of it, quickly taking them from the view of the camp site, his eyes struggling to see past the curve of April’s hip as she sat with her back to him, looking forwards at where they were going, but turning regularly to peer pack in the direction of the camp.

Literally as soon as the camp site disappeared from view, April pulled at the tie of her t-shirt before lifting it up and over her head.

Dave stared as she stretched her lithe body upwards with the movement, the t-shirt disappearing to reveal the ties of a red halter-neck bikini to him.

With her t-shirt off, she arranged the towels that she’d dropped into the canoe and and turned around, rocking the little boat alarmingly as she did so.

“Woah there, there’s no point bringing towels if you tip them and us into the lake you know.”

“Sorry about that, just trying to get comfortable.”

“Well the traditional way to do that in a canoe is to face the way that you’re going so that you can see if you’re going to crash into something.”

April looked at her uncle, a little nervous about what she was about to do. She was curious enough about the reaction though that she went through with it.

“Bugger tradition, I want to sun bathe.” And with that, she reached up behind her neck and released the ties of her bikini, pulling it down so that her firm breasts were revealed to the sun. Dave stared, forgetting to paddle, his mouth agape as his niece revealed her firm breasts to him.

“What’s the matter Uncle Dave, never seen breasts before? I thought you were a little worldlier than that?”

“Oh its not that I’ve never seen breasts, before, more that I didn’t ever expect to have my niece flashing hers all over the place at me. What do you think your father would say if he knew you were out here topless in my canoe?”

“He’d go freaking bananas, which is why I waited until we were out of sight of the campsite. You don’t mind do you?”

Dave’s gaze took in April’s magnificent breasts. They were full and firm and sat beautifully her chest, the nipples quite large and partially erect in the cool air. There was no sign of a tan line so apparently this wasn’t a first for her. She was watching him appraisingly, waiting for his answer.

“We’ll I guess I can live with it.”

“Excellent, I thought you’d be cool.” April replied, eyeing her uncle’s crotch to see if there was any reaction there. She thought that she could see an increase and that her uncle had moved to adjust his position, but couldn’t be sure. She’d have to keep an eye out.

Dave grinned and kept paddling, his eyes flicking between where they were going and April’s amazing body. As they continued, April shifted herself about and slid the tiny shorts off of her body, revealing the bottom half of her bikini. She reclined back against the front of the canoe and rested her head back, letting her knees drift apart to rest on either side.

Dave hardly knew where to look. His cock was fully erect in his pants now as he was left staring down along his niece’s gorgeous legs to the crotch of her bikini where his imagination attempted to provide a visual estimation of what was beneath the small patch of cloth that prevented him from actually seeing her pussy. Tearing his gaze up only brought him as far as her breasts and he swallowed before continuing to paddle and trying to watch where he was going.

April lay back with her eyes closed, feeling the sun on her bare breasts and almost naked body. Her pussy was alive with the thought of her completely inappropriate behaviour and she could feel her juices stirring in her loins.” Time to work out just whether this would work or not,” she thought to herself.

Dave was just starting to think he would succeed in remaining calm when April sat up and produced some sunscreen, which she dribbled over her breasts. As she rubbed it in, Dave stared, mesmerised as the firm flesh was massaged beneath her hands, her nipples becoming erect as her fingers slipped over them.

“God I love being out in the sun,” April said as she rubbed them.

“Wha?” Dave muttered, dragging his attention to her face and remembering to paddle again.” April laughed at him.

“Gee Dave, are things getting a little uncomfortable for you?” She asked glancing at his crotch and noting that he must be completely erect given the size of the tent that he’d raised in his pants.

“Well, yeah, I mean, I can’t necessarily control things when you do that in front of me you know, even if you are my niece.”

“I noticed,” April said, grinning and glancing down at his crotch pointedly so that he knew she was looking.

“Geez canlı bahis siteleri April!’ Dave said, acutely conscious of his erect state.

“Tell me Uncle Dave, have you ever cum in your canoe?”

“What?”

“Have you ever cum in here. You know, from having sex or masturbating?”

“Of course not,” Dave replied trying to refocus on paddling.

“Man I thought for sure you would have brought some hot chick out on the lake and done her in it,” April replied, her hands resting on her legs and almost involuntarily moving towards her crotch as she considered the idea.

“No, I generally get out of the canoe for that sort of thing,” Dave laughed.

“Kewl, then maybe I can be the first,” April said, grinning as her hand slipped down over her glistening belly and slid beneath her bikini, her fingers clearly making their way down to touch her slit.

Dave gave up paddling at this point and rested the kayak paddle across the canoe as he watched April’s fingers dancing beneath the cloth of her swim suit. April was grinning at him and moaning as she worked her fingers between her pussy lips and stroked herself.

“Um April, I really thing that I have to ask you to stop that,” Dave said, his eyes never leaving the action that was talking place in her pants.

“Nu uh, I’m too horny Uncle Dave, I need to cum and I need to do it now.”

“April please, I need you to stop.”

“You need me to? So you don’t want me to, but you need me to …”

“That’s not what I said,” he replied, feeling tricked.

“Yeah, but sometimes its more about what you don’t say than what you do say,” April informed him. “I think these are just a hindrance,” she said and to Dave’s further amazement, she slid the bikini pants down her legs, careful of the small vessel’s balance this time, until she was sitting naked in the canoe.

Dave knew that he shouldn’t look but it was far from every day that a hot young girl stripped in his canoe, niece or otherwise. He noted that whilst April had no tan lines around her breasts, she had a distinct line where her bikini usually sat. He also couldn’t help but notice a complete absence of pubic hair.

April watched her uncle take in the sight of her body and grinned. She knew from that look that it was unlikely that he’d stop her now and traced her fingers along her pussy lips before hooking one leg over the edge of the canoe. Her foot trailed lazily in the water whilst her fingers took on a more insistent role, pleasuring her pussy.

“I’m going to be the first person to cum in your canoe Uncle Dave,” she told him as she worked her fingers back and forth across her clit, pausing to dip between her lips.

Dave sat watching, mesmerised, his head in turmoil as he considered the fact that it was his niece masturbating in front of him.

“You could always try and beat me to it,” April suggested, grinning naughtily.

“What? Are you serious?” he asked.

“What do you think? I’m sitting here naked and fingering myself, would I have any reason not to mean it?”

“I guess not,” Dave replied sheepishly.

“Well come on then see if you can cum before I can. Give me something to work with! I want to see you stroke your cock! And while you’re at it, take of the t-shirt so I can see your chest!”

Dave didn’t move immediately. He sat pondering what he was getting himself into. Then April took her fingers from her pussy and sucked them, looking him straight in his eye, before returning them to her pussy.

Dave gave in, this was one of those once in a lifetime things that he decided he wasn’t strong enough to turn down. He’d just have to face the consequences like a man when they presented themselves. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and April took in the tight, sculpted pecs and the thin covering of hair that adorned them, along with his bulging biceps, glistening with a sheen of sweat from his exertions. Then he was sliding his shorts down his legs and her attention was diverted there.

His cock sprang free and April grinned as she took in the girth and length of her uncle’s cock, pleased that there was ample of both. Dave smiled when she complimented him on the fact.

“Don’t be shy, wank for me Uncle Dave,” April said. Dave couldn’t believe that his niece was turning out to be such a little vixen, but as he enjoyed the perfection of her body and the sight of her masturbating, he found that there was ample desire for him to join in. He took his cock in his fist and started working it up and down, the skin sliding back and forth over his shaft as he did so.

The two of them watched each other, their breathing slowly becoming more ragged as they worked towards their climaxes. Dave noted that there was a trickle of fluid now oozing from April’s pussy as she worked her fingers around and around her clitoris and as precum seeped from the tip of his cock, he used it to lubricate his fist until it was sliding smoothly up and over the head of his cock and back down again.

April watched intently as her uncle worked his fist up and down his cock, wondering whether she’d be able to get him to let her do it for him. She kept her eyes glued to his cock, waiting for the moment when she would get to see it eject his hot cum.

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This is my first story and is about, inspired by and written with the encouragement of the amazing Catmoore, whose brilliant works are to be found on this site. I’ve categorised it as ‘Erotic Couplings’ but it has some features of the Incest/Taboo category. There is no Incest in it but both participants indulge in the Incest fantasy. If that is a turn off for you, be warned. It also has a strong ‘Loving Wives’ theme to it, so if you don’t like affairs, be warned also! Anyway, enough of the health warnings, I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. Any constructive feedback is very welcome.

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It was a delayed train that led to this. I had been due to catch a train back home from a work trip to Brighton on the London Victoria service but it was late — a typical Friday night occurrence on our rail network you might think. I noticed that there was a train to Bedford, however, leaving in a few minutes and I hoped on board as I knew it went through London. As I stepped into the carriage I saw that the electronic board stated that the train was going to St Albans. I knew that was where you lived, in that big Victorian house that you wrote about and hated, the beautiful, airy conservatory the only room you loved there. I knew that because we’d made love there in that conservatory. Not actual love, of course, but virtual love or fucking, I wasn’t quite sure which but I kind of wanted to know. I sat on the train trying to work but each time I looked up the train information board kept telling me This train will be calling at St Albans – St Albans — St Albans — St Fucking Albans. If I wanted I could just stay on until St Albans and see you or at least be in the town where you were. I didn’t know your address, of course, and even if I did your husband would be there and how would I explain it to my wife — “Sorry dear, I fell asleep on the train and happened to end up in St Albans so I decided to spend the night there?” Not very plausible nor very sensible.

As stupid as it was, though, I couldn’t get it out of my mind, you had become too firmly lodged in there over the last month or so. I’d never cheated ‘in real life’ on my wife of ten years, had never wanted to, but I had on the internet. I had for years used the anonymity of the internet to play out the fantasies that I wasn’t brave enough or was too ashamed to share with my wife. Almost invariably they focused around incest, a fantasy my wife knew about and abhorred. That particular fetish had been in my psyche since the age of eighteen, though a counsellor once told me that it was due to being sent away to boarding school aged nine. Despite all my efforts and prayers it still haunted me and excited me beyond measure. Whenever I went online to satisfy my cravings, whether through stories, video or chat, it was for incest that I looked. At least I know that I’m not alone. You’d never know through the mainstream media as it is almost never spoken about, but incest is huge online and I’ve always found plenty of partners willing to swap and share fantasies.

The great thing about being online, of course, is that you can be anyone and if you can, so can everyone else. I played as men and women, as sons, fathers, brothers, daughter, mothers, sisters and aunts. I suspect most of the ‘women’ I played with were men like me, looking for satisfaction online but there, on the internet, that doesn’t matter. They say that the mind is the most powerful sex organ and I truly believe that. Online is doesn’t matter what you do, fantasy is just fantasy, at least that’s what we tell ourselves, and for me that was always true. I still thought of myself as a good person, a good husband, a good father, a pillar of respectable society whatever fantasies I played out through my computer screen. Until I met you that is.

You were different. Unlike most of those who populated the chat rooms at Literotica, my chat and story site of choice, you were someone who had actually written stories on the site — lots of them, really good ones and, most importantly, ones about incest. More than that you were British (no need for ‘Mom’, to make allowances for Americans’ chronic disregard for the letter ‘u’, and the chance to use the word ‘knickers’ which for some reason only known to Brits who’ve been to Public Schools, is so much naughtier than ‘panties’) and had the most splendid arse (another great British word) as your profile picture. I had to try to get your attention and by some miracle you replied. We chatted, connected and chatted some more as I read your first incest-related story, the Vesuvius series, which pressed all my buttons. We exchanged emails and you offered to write a story with me. From there our relationship grew. I felt I got to know you more and more through your stories and through the story we were writing together and through the odd, non-story related email we sent to each other.

I was more comfortable, more open with you than I had ever been with anyone. As I’ve said the internet gives you the chance to be whoever you want to be and I’ve always been cautious about revealing too much about illegal bahis myself online, surely that’s only sensible? With you, though, sense was rapidly going out of the window, especially after you sent me your photos. You were sharp, witty, smart and, your photos revealed, gorgeous. I loved your beautiful eyes (I could never quite decide if they were green, grey or blue due to my colour-blindness) with the tiny fleck in your right eye being utterly enchanting. I loved the shape of your nose and the laugh lines around your lovely mouth. I was entranced by your amazingly sexy thighs in the pictures you sent me with you in stockings and by the flatness of your tummy which I gathered was due to the gym and tennis. Shallow as I am, though, it was the pictures you gave me of your breasts that made me lose my sanity. They were perfect, simply perfect. Large, natural, smooth and peaked by the most delicious areole and nipples that I have ever seen. I just longed to kiss them and suck them. I began wanking over you every morning, staring into your eyes and at your tummy or your tits after breakfast and before my bath while my wife and daughter were downstairs.

What was I doing? What was becoming of me? I hadn’t told you my real name and I’d only told you my old job and where I’d used to live but I did send you my real photo, the first time I’d ever done that and I’d been truthful about other things. I knew that at thirty-five with glasses, thin bordering on skinny and a disappearing hairline I wasn’t in your league but then I wasn’t in my wife’s league either and you hadn’t run away screaming after getting it so I can’t have been too hideous.

For several weeks we continued our incestuous story until that fateful train journey. Despite my busy job and busy and happy home life, the highlight of each day had become the contact with you, the update to our story. We’d become ‘Mum’ and ‘your boy’ and it was such an exciting privilege to write with you and to share our fantasies together.

St Albans, St Albans, St Albans — Cat, Mum, Cat. I had to see you, to meet you. I suggested it the next day but you were reluctant, uncertain, especially given that I hadn’t been entirely truthful with you when you had exposed so much of yourself to me. I knew, or hoped I knew, that you felt it too, though. Felt that this was something special, different to what we had both experienced previously online. I knew from your stories and what you had told me that you were lonely, that you liked younger men, that you had at least fantasised about your own son, that you had had flings and affairs before and that your husband was away a lot.

As for me, I loved my wife very much but perhaps I had been playing with fire for too long online and now I had finally got burned, finally found someone with whom I clicked sexually and personally and who lived close by. Does that sound too heartless, cynical? I don’t know but I do know that I felt about you in a way that made me want to meet you, to be with you in person not just through a computer screen.

You were cautious, I understood that, and I wasn’t going to push. We carried on writing to each other, continued our story which drew our characters ever closer and into more and more intense sexual encounters while the idea of a real-life meet still lay out there as a possibility. Nearly two weeks later though, you sent me an email.

“Book somewhere nice in London, a hotel with restaurant for next Saturday. No promises as to what happens but I’ll be there. Cat xx”

I stared at the screen, disbelieving. Fuck this was getting real now. I had asked for it but could I really go through with it? I was terrified, my heart pounding in my chest as if I’d already been caught. I went for a walk with our dog, a cocker spaniel, to clear my head and, as I threw his balls for him, batted the idea back and forth. Could I? Would I? By the time I’d got home an hour later, I realised that I’d spent more time thinking about how I could make it work than whether I wanted to do it. That being the case, I decided that this was a sign that I wanted it more than I feared it.

It was unusual for me to have to work at a weekend but not unknown and I told my wife I’d be away on Saturday and might have to stay over. She wasn’t best pleased but in the end had to accept it. Was that the hardest part, lying to her? Maybe, at any rate I felt like a heel but comforted myself with the excitement of what was going to happen. I went online and booked a nice hotel on Gracechurch Street in the City, bound to be quiet at the weekend, and made a reservation at the restaurant for one o’clock. I emailed you back with the details and waited. And waited. God, it was agony. The next morning, though, you replied with an update to our story and the simple message.

“1pm it is. Xx”

The next week was agony, waiting. Several times I nearly backed out and I wondered if you were thinking the same. I tried to keep on doing normal things, fortunately it was a busy time at work trying to get everything done before the Christmas break and that illegal bahis siteleri kept me sane. The day before, I went to get my hair cut before work and emailed you to check we were still on. ” 😉 ” was your reply.

The next morning, the morning, I was so nervous. I hadn’t slept well, the pangs of conscience perhaps, and I found my hand shaking slightly as I shaved in the bathroom mirror. I love a close shave, the smoothness of the skin and the sharp freshness of applying aftershave. That morning, however, despite my best efforts I nicked myself slightly and the aftershave (Bvlgari Pour Homme Extreme) stung like buggery when I applied it, just my luck! Given my build, I realised a few years back that slim-fit clothes were the way forward and I slipped on a light blue plain shirt and a pair of stone coloured chinos. A navy blue Crew Clothing V-neck jumper followed and a light brown jacket. My brown Grenson demi-brogues completed my outfit and, while I didn’t think I’d compare to you, I was pleased with the effect- none too shabby if I say so myself.

I had walked towards the City from Oxford Circus. It was cold and nearly Christmas and there were thousands of festive shoppers out — young and old, families, couples, single people. How many were having affairs I wondered, how many presents being bought for mistresses today? As I headed south eastwards gradually the number of shoppers began to thin until I reached the City where the streets were almost deserted as they always are at the weekend. I got to the hotel on Gracechurch Street at about 12.45 and checked in. I was sure I was giving myself away but what the hell, I thought, you were worth it, it would be worth it to walk in with you on my arm, providing you turned up of course. I was nervous as I sat in the lobby, my feet tapping on the polished floor. After a few minutes I got up and walked outside, the cold air hitting my lungs sharply after the warmth of the lobby. I could see my breath in the winter’s air as I looked up and down the street and leant casually against the stone cladding of the hotel frontage.

Then I saw you, coming from the direction of Bank Station and I was sure my heart must burst through my chest it was thumping so loudly. Your freshly washed champagne-blonde hair bounced off your shoulders as you shimmied down the street in your black, heeled boots. God, there was a woman who knew how to move, I thought, even wheeling a small overnight bag behind you (a positive sign I reckoned). So few women do these days – know how to walk that is – especially younger women. A sexy, confident walk is a lost art among women but you certainly knew the secret and I was mesmerised as you approached. You raised a black gloved hand and gave me a smile and a little wave. You had a grey military-cut coat with the belt tied around your waist casually, cinching in your slim waist. The broad lapels hid your breasts and I guessed from a distance that the material was a mix of wool and cashmere. From beneath it flashed black nylons each pace you took towards me.

As you approached the noise of the sparse traffic seemed to die away and all I could hear running through my brain was the sound of your heels click-clacking on the pavement. Then, you were before me, reaching out to touch my sleeve.

“Hello Sam, or should I call you Tom?” you asked in a voice as rich and smooth as honey. I blushed at my deception and managed a half smile in response.

“I’d prefer Tom if it’s ok, that’s the name I always hear you call me when I think about you.”

“Do you think about me a lot Tom?” you asked with a playful tone in your voice. I nodded.

“More than a married man should,” I admitted and leaned in to kiss you on the cheek placing one hand on your waist. Your hair smelt and felt divine as it brushed against me and I could also sense your perfume. Unlike many older women, you didn’t overdose on perfume but used just the right amount to pique a man’s interest. It was so thrilling to touch you around the waist and to feel my lips on your cheek. I had fantasised about you so much and now, here you were in the flesh, and the excitement of a new relationship beginning, and the stiffening effect that touching a woman you fancied for the first time was heightened by the fact that I already knew so much about you and felt that we had so much in common.

“It’s always nice to be thought of,” you replied. “Shall we go in Tom?” I took your arm in mine, feeling the outside of your breast against my upper arm, one of the most intimate of public acts I’ve always thought, and sensed my cock hardening nicely. We went through the doors together and I led you towards the restaurant. The Maître d’ took our coats as we came in and my breath caught in my throat when I saw what you were wearing. It is, I believe, called a bandage dress, all I can really say is that it was scarlet (my favourite colour as you knew from our chats), off-the-shoulder and short, that is to say just long enough only to hint that you were wearing stockings beneath it. You knew, like all truly sexy women, that to suggest, canlı bahis siteleri to glimpse, to make a man question what he saw, is so much more exciting than handing it to him on a plate. I knew, though, at that moment, or perhaps more properly I should say I guessed, that you hadn’t just come for the food.

I followed you to the table, admiring the way your arse cheeks moved in the dress, were they moving just a little more than necessary, even in the high-heeled boots you were wearing? As you sat down, you draped a napkin over those delicious thighs and I inwardly cursed your good table manners that temporarily had robbed me of my view of them. I found compensation by drinking in your beauty first hand which before this I’d only been able to enjoy through photos. There was a vivacity about you that pixels couldn’t capture and which enchanted me even more than before. I was transfixed by the life and light in your mischievous eyes; I adored your beautiful nose with the slightly flared nostrils that had entranced me from the first moment; I loved watching the laughter lines around your mouth and the way your shoulder-length blonde hair moved. It looked so beautiful and delicate, I just wanted to reach out and touch it.

Those first few minutes were hard for me. I was knocked sideways by finally having you here in the flesh before me, and what flesh it was, but I needed to drag my attention back to our conversation and prove that I was actually worth spending some time with. Eventually I managed to get myself back onto something like an even keel and to sound like a human being who had actually held conversations with beautiful women before. By mutual but silent consent there was no talk of our families but we had plenty in common from boarding school and livings that revolved around the written word to our dogs as we came from similar upper middle class backgrounds, just fifteen years apart. We made each other laugh and, as anyone can tell you, that is as attractive a trait as a well-turned ankle or shapely thigh, though it hadn’t escaped my notice that you had both of those too!

We had both had a couple of glasses of wine to help take the edge off our nervousness and I could feel a nice buzz inside that was only partly caused by the alcohol. When the pudding came, the waitress asked if we wanted coffee and I inclined my head in a questioning way and raised my eyebrows, leaving the decision to you as I don’t drink tea or coffee myself. You paused, then smiled softly and slightly suggestively.

“There’s coffee in the room, right?” You said quietly, placing your hand gently over mine and rubbing your nail along the back of my hand. I had to work hard not to blush under the gaze of both you and the waitress as we all knew what that meant. I nodded and managed to croak.

“Sure, that sounds good. Just put the bill on my room please,” I said, just about managing to look the waitress in the eye and feeling like a naughty schoolboy about to do something illicit and extremely exciting.

When we finished our puddings, I watched you slowly and deliberately dab your delectable mouth with your napkin and then smile.

“Shall we?” You asked, your voice like silk. I stood up and offered you my hand and felt you place you soft palm in mine and another frisson of excitement ran through me. We walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and across the lobby towards the lift, leaving our coats behind us in the cloakroom. A young couple were waiting with us and the bloke grinned at me in approval as we entered the lift. They got out on the first floor and we were continuing up to the third. As the doors closed behind them, I decided to be bold and slid my hand around your slim waist and pulled you towards me. In your heels you were still a touch shorter than me but I did not have to bend far to touch my lips against yours as your face titled up towards me, your hair cascading down behind you. One hand slid further around your waist and down onto this splendid arse, pulling you into me, while the other stroked the nape of your neck. You gave a little gasp as you felt my hard cock against you and then I felt your lips smile against mine and your tongue dart out and then back. You then placed your hand on my chest, looked up into my eyes and smiled. You said nothing but didn’t need to as we both knew now what would happen once we entered the hotel room.

The room was large, comfortable and well-appointed in the slightly anonymous style of most upmarket hotels these days. I closed the door behind us as you walked towards the bed.

“So, coffee?” I asked, making for the machine. You gave a little laugh.

“Later, I think,” you said, kicking off your boots and walking over to me, grabbing my lapels and kissing me firmly on the lips. I loved your confidence – you knew and had always known that you could have me at a click of your fingers and here you were doing it. Taking what you wanted in a way only a confident, sexy older woman can. We had discussed online about how important kissing was to both of us and we each gave each other everything in that kiss. It was deep, intense, passionate, searching and long as we gave ourselves to each other in that moment. Nothing else mattered, then, not our spouses or children or lives outside that moment of a man and a woman kissing.

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It was the week after Justine went to Italy when Prudence next invited Justin over for supper. He spent an hour beforehand raking her yard while she proofread some papers he was working on for a class at the College. The weather was warm, so he wore shorts, flip flops, and a brief t-shirt with a Red Sox cap as he worked in the yard that Saturday. She looked out the window at him, and found herself wondering what life would have been like if such a young man had entered her life years ago. Justin was a good boy, and Prudence figured that in her own way she had been more of a mother to him than his own had been. Same with Justine, but after the past couple of weeks, that relationship had changed; Prudence already missed her deeply. Justin bagged the last of the lawn refuse for recycling and came in the back door to accept a beer from the fridge as he sat down heavily at the table.

“Thanks, Auntie Pru. Thanks for helping me with my papers.”

“My pleasure, Justin. You’re doing fine; I think that you’re holding your own on the college level. Your hard work has paid off.”

“Thanks for working with me on those papers; it took me forever to learn how to write right.” He took another long sip from his beer, and then drained it. Prudence got another for him.

“Ha, ha, Justin. How’s everything else?”

“Not bad. I’m getting frustrated with that jerk of a boss I have at the radio station. A total fuck-up, and he’s only got the job because he’s the owner’s son. And I miss my sister, she’s a bitch but it’s lonely without her.”

“Well, I’m sorry about that. I’m your guardian for the next couple of years; maybe you’d like me to buy you a radio station. Maybe that one if the price is right.”

Justin’s eyes took on a feral gleam. “My sister Justine said you had a special way to help her relieve her frustration, and I could use some frustration release right now.”

Prudence shuddered. What was that little girl up to? Can’t she keep a secret? “You surely don’t mean. . .”

Justin almost drooled on the table, he salivated so much. “Auntie Pru, I’ve dreamed of your big, delicious, white tits every since Justine told me about whipping them, and when I imagine it, I get such a mammoth boner that I have to whack off right away. I know you haven’t got a lot of action the past few years, and it’s not right that you aren’t getting your kicks. I just want to help.”

Prudence shuddered again and a look of fear mixed with hunger settled on her face. “Well, I guess I should be flattered that you want to take care of me. Did Justine tell you that I, generally only like girls?”

“Yeah, she did, but I’m a good learner.” Justin shook his head eagerly. “Not that I can be a girl, no, but I’m always eager to learn new ways to make somebody happy. If you want, I can blindfold you and talk in a real high voice so you can pretend I’m a bitch. You can tell yourself that I have a natural vibrator between my legs, or the world’s biggest strap on.”

She laughed at his eagerness, but her trembling did not stop. “No, no, thanks, dear boy, you don’t need to go that far. God, how ridiculous would that be?” She sighed after a few sputtered giggles and said, “You are the image of your sister, I’ll say that. Haven’t done this with a man before, but–I might be talked into trying it this once.”

He took her hands in his and kissed them. “Oh please, Auntie Pru. I need to work out this frustration and I bet you need to work yours out, too.” Justin leaned over and looked at her with puppy dog eyes until she laughed and said, “All right, just give me a minute to take off my clothes. Let’s go into the bedroom.”

They went into the bedroom after Prudence made sure that supper would keep in the oven. She took off her blouse and undid her bra, her huge breasts popping free and swaying slightly before coming to rest. “My God, Auntie Pru, those are fantastic. I’ve never seen tits like that before. Can I touch them first?”

“Sure, dear. Ooo, that’s nice, where did you learn to tease nipples like that?”

“Justine taught me. That little nipple is perking up nicely; let’s get the other one going.”

“Ooo, nice tongue work. It’s been too long. Let me put my hands on my head so they’ll stand up nicely for you. What would you like to do?”

“Thanks, Auntie P. Can I smack them with my hand a little first?”

“Sure, dear.” He alternately glided gently over her white skin and played a harsh reddening percussion that rose from piano to forte. She closed her eyes and her face took on a look of bliss as he worked her over.

Justin blurted out of the blue. “Justine didn’t say anything about titty twisters. Do you like them, Auntie Pru? Mom’s diary said you did.”

“It’s been a long time. Start easy and I’ll let you know.”

He reached out and took her nipples in his iron hands, twisting them around slowly. “Your nipples feel so nice.” A look of intense pleasure and pain took her as he twirled her breasts back and forth, up and down.

He bahis firmaları stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. “Sweet. Now it’s time for my belt.” He pulled the belt out of his shorts and contemplated his targets. “Your tits are a tiny bit red, but we’re going to change that. Right, left, right, left, right, right, right, left, left,” he said as he worked the belt back and forth, while her gentle smile of serenity was punctuated by winces of pain. Slick trails descended her cheeks: Justin stopped to kiss them dry and his aunt rewarded him with a long, open mouthed kiss. He stepped back and regarded his work.

“Your tits look real nice and red, Auntie Pru. Gosh, the way the tears are streaming down your cheeks is amazing. Do you really like this?”

“It’s probably tough for you to understand. Are you done yet, or do you want to do more?” She said with hope in her eyes.

“Have you had enough?”

“I can take more. I never thought it would be this would be so good.”

“We haven’t got the underside of your tits yet. They’re still nice and white.”

“Do you want me to hold them up for you?”

“No, I’ll do that myself. Let me lick this little girl a little to get her really perked up again. Yes, yes, going up again.” He locked onto her right nipple and pulled it almost as high as he did before, revealing the creamy whiteness below; he gave the long pale stretch of skin some long, decadent tongue licking.

She winced before a blow landed. “Geez, you’re really pinching hard.”

“Should I stop?”

“No, it’s been a long time, too long. Let me get used to it. Ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh.” He slicked the entire area with his tongue before he laid into his target.

He landed several abrupt, loud blows while she screamed out in agony. He released her and looked at her intently; she nodded in permission to continue. “Now the other one,” and he teased her left nipple, “Perk up little girl, time to take a ride.” When it was hard, he grasped it roughly and pulled it high to present another creamy white target for his tongue and his belt.

She cried out as his harsh lashes landed and said when he finished, “My god, what you do to me.”

“The undersides are sensitive, aren’t they. Everything matches.” He dropped the breast and began softly chewing her right nipple while tracing with his fingers over the nest of fresh red markings. She caressed his head gently in appreciation.

“My dear little Justin, oooo, I never knew a man could make me feel this way. . .”

“Now I want to do something that Justine couldn’t ever do.”

“What’s that, dear boy?” She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it softly, sucking a finger into her mouth.

“I’d really like to tit fuck you right now. Take off your pants and panties and lie down on the bed.” She reluctantly let go of his finger, then hastened to remove the rest of her clothes and laid down on the bed. “You’ll have to hold your tits together while I fuck them.”

She pushed her tormented breasts together as he took off his shirt and shorts. “Like this? My god, what a monster you have under your pants. Do you want me to lubricate that for you before you get started?”

“Yes, let me put it in your mouth.” He was amazed as his aunt started slurping on him like huge lollipop before engulfing most of his cock in her mouth. “God, Auntie Pru, you suck cock as good as Justine does, even better. I don’t know whether I want to come on your red tits or in your mouth.”

After lubricating him, she released him with a pop. “Either is fine. Let me get ready here, dear boy.” She pushed her huge mounds together as he sat on her stomach and started sliding his moist cock in the hot red cavern. “Goodness gracious, I can’t believe how this feels,” she moaned and rolled her head in counterpoint to his thrusting. He reached down behind him to thrust his fingers into her slit. She sighed and said, “Yes, there’s a good idea. So good, So good.”

Justin kept vigorously pumping his aunt’s cleavage while working two fingers into her vagina. “God, Auntie Pru, your pussy is really damp. Can you take another finger?”

“Just one more; three is my limit right now. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Do you want me to lick your cock when it comes up?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” She licked the pulsating plum when it came within reach, and licked her lips after it anointed her with a huge, creamy white sea.

She released her hold on her abused breasts and lay in bliss as her nephew continued to work her crotch.

“Thank you, Auntie Pru. Your lovely big red tits look so nice with my come on them. Let me rub it around a little.”

“That feels nice, Justin, better than my lotion. Ow, ow, uh, it’s been, uh, too long. Is all the frustration gone?”

“Yes, ma’am, but my boner won’t go away. Can you help me with that?”

Prudence looked down for a moment and then asked timidly. “What did you have in mind?”

“Can I spank your ass and cunt, then fuck you doggie kaçak iddaa style?”

It took a second for her to answer with a broad smile. “You can do anything you want, dear boy, anything you want. We have all night, and we might ever get around to supper sometime.”

*************

The next morning, Justin awakened to the smell of bacon and eggs. He opened his eyes and realized that he was in an unfamiliar bedroom. It had a musty smell; the dresser was full of creams and lotions, and the walls were decorated in a feminine manner. Then it struck him: he spent the night with his Aunt Prudence, slept in her bed with her after an active night’s sex. His pecker stirred at the memory, then settled back as hunger took over. He dressed and stumbled into the kitchen.

Prudence was busy at the stove: a plate full of bacon was draining in the center, while a skillet full of scrambled eggs was sizzling next to a griddle of pancakes. Turkish coffee scented the air; a bowl on the table held fresh oranges, tangerines and figs. There were places set for two, with a fresh flower in a vase between them. She wore a nice, blue dress that was serviceable for weekend wear, her feet in blue sneakers. A bright smile greeting Justin: “Good morning, honey. Everything’s ready for you, dear, have a seat. My, it’s a nice day outside, the weather’s so lovely.” She transferred the eggs and pancakes to serving platters and put them on the table. Just let me get the maple syrup and butter and we’ll be all set. Dig in, sweetie, dig in. You don’t have to wait for me.”

Justin stood there transfixed for a moment, then gave his aunt a big, long, sloppy kiss full on the lips, holding her tightly around the waist. She panted after they broke, recovering her breath as he sat down and said, “You’re welcome, deary.”

They at their breakfast in silence, and at the end Justin asked: “Are there any more odd jobs you need done around here today, Auntie Pru?”

She shook her head. “Nothing I can think of, sweetie. I’ve got the morning free, and if there’s anything else I can do for you, I’ve got the time to help you.”

Justin sipped his coffee at ate a slice of orange. “I’ve got a little trimming to do in the back yard, and I’d appreciate it if you’d come and spot me. I shouldn’t be up a ladder alone, so your company would be a great help.”

“Sure, sweetie, I’ll bring my knitting.”

They drove across town to Justin’s place through light traffic, slow jazz playing on the radio. The day was bright and sunny, promising to be in the nineties the afternoon. Arriving at the D’Enfer residence, Justin and Prudence went into the back yard. He pointed at the trees. “It’s so lovely, I’ve always enjoyed this yard more than anything. The pool and the jacuzzi are great and the trees and bushes are so thick that we don’t have to worry about the neighbors.”

“Yes, it’s a nice place. I haven’t been over here very often; your folks didn’t ask me here unless to look after you at the last minute. I’ll sit over here by the pool and knit while you’re busy trimming trees, sweetie, and when you’re done we can have a nice late lunch together.”

“Great. Let me get changed and I’ll get busy.” He disappeared into the house, re-emerging momentarily in an old t-shirt and torn jeans. The day old stubble on his face darkened it and gave him a rough look, which Prudence found oddly stimulating as she watched him get started. She settled into a deck chair, put on her sunglasses and got her knitting out of the bag: her project was a sweater for Frieda, one of her friends who worked for her at the library. Going to a shed toward the back of the place, he came out with a ladder and a pair of cutters. A bucolic scene emerged: he moving around to trim the hedges and trees, slipping up the ladder to reach high branches while she sat and knitted, watching him. Her skin under her dress still smarted from the night before; she had moved her chair close to the pool and slipped off her shoes to dangle her toes while she worked. “It can’t last,” she thought to herself, “but it’s wonderful while it lasts. I wonder if he’s ever going to want me again after last night. I’m a fat, old broad and he’s grown into a handsome young boy. Maybe he has something in mind for later.”

The morning passed this way; around noon he started skimming the pool and monitored the chemical levels. Then he checked the hot tub cover and took off his shirt in the growing heat. Prudence couldn’t help but admire his muscular torso with six pack abs, her feet playing a little faster in the water as he continued. The lawn mower came out next: he spent about half an hour moving the yard with a great racket. Then he disappeared into the house, emerging fifteen minutes later with a frosted pitcher and two iced glasses of lemonade garnished with a spring of mint. Prudence had dozed a little in the sun toward the end, and Justin took advantage of this to shock his aunt with an icy touch on the back of her neck as he came up. She startled, almost kaçak bahis falling into the water, then accepted her glass before he pulled up a chair.

“Thanks, sweetie, this is delicious. You’ve been working hard out there, and you’re nice enough to whip up this nice treat for us at the end of it. Rest awhile and take it easy.”

He pulled up a lounge chair and stretched out on it in the sunlight, taking a glass to sip. “You’re welcome, Auntie Pru, I like making you happy. I will take a rest here, and maybe a dip before getting to this afternoon’s work. You interested in a swim?”

“No, sugar, maybe later. You go ahead, sweetie. Besides, I don’t have a swimsuit here, and I don’t think your mother’s would fit me.”

“Oh, Auntie Pru, that’s what’s nice about this yard. Nobody can see in here, so you can swim naked if you want to. I usually don’t bother with a suit unless we’ve got company.”

Prudence blushed. “The sun hasn’t seen this old skin for quite a long time and I’m not in a hurry to run around outside in my birthday suit. I know that after last night I shouldn’t be so shy, but I’m still a bit bashful, sweetie.”

Justin shrugged. “Suit yourself. You’re missing out, Auntie Pru.” They sat for several minutes, he sipping his lemonade and she knitting quietly, dangling her toes in the swimming pool. After about fifteen minutes, he sprang up, shucked his pants and underwear, and diving naked into the pool, splashing his aunt and taking off for the other end of the pool. He managed to hit her square in the face with his dive, missing her knitting by sheer luck. She sputtered, cleared her eyes, then watched him as he turned at the other end and returned to her. Treading water, he settled at her feet, his face inches from her feet. “Can I change your mind?”

“No, Justin, no. Be careful what you’re doing.”

He took hold of her feet as they dangled over the edge, and threatened to pull her in. She panicked and gripped the arms of her chair; they struggled for a few moments as he pretended to pull her and she tried to resist him. Finally, he gave up, laughing, then he tickled her. She giggled like a child. “Don’t do that, they’re very ticklish, honey. Oh, oh, oh, sweetie, sweetie, please?”

Quitting the tickle, he kissed her left instep, licking her foot down to where he took her big toe in his mouth and began licking and sucking it. That changed her sensations rather dramatically, “My goodness, sweetie, nobody’s ever done that to me before.” He worked down her foot to the instep again to the heel and returned to tease all five of her toes before taking the biggest two into his mouth again. Gripping the arms of her chair again, she rolled her head around, still in surprise at the effects his toe sucking had on her.

“Like that?” he said after he pulled off her toes with a pop. Looking at him a little dazed, she eventually shook her head shallowly. “That’s nice. Since you don’t want to get in here, why don’t you come over to the trees with me?” She responded by pulling her feet back to the ground and standing up on shaking feet. Pulling himself out of the pool, his member stuck in front of him hard. He took her knitting bag without her project, and led her to a tree ten feet away.

The tree had a low hanging branch that was about six feet off the ground: thick and round barked. “Stay here a minute, Auntie,” he ordered and sprinted, naked and wet, into the house, emerging momentarily with a pair of handcuffs. “Put your hands over your head around this branch.” She replied and he cuffed her hands above her head around the thick bole. “I think that we need to stretch your boundaries a little bit, and let you know what I expect, Auntie Pru. I’m not a boy any more.”

“You sure aren’t, Justin. What do you have in mind?”

“Well for starters, even though they neighbors can’t see us, they still might be able to hear us, so I think that you’ll have to be quiet for a while.” He rummaged around in her knitting bag and found a large ball of yarn that he popped in her mouth, filling it completely with the long end trailing down to the ground on for several feet. He looked her over, standing barefoot in front of him in her blue dress. “I think that the sun is going to see that old skin sooner that you though.” He clipped the dress off her body with the shears, leaving in it ribbons at her feet. The underwear she chose that day was light pink and very sheer; the bra was thin and not one of her underwire bras. Putting the shears down, he picked up a pair of hand clippers. He snapped them in front of her face, “Guess what’s next?”

First the clipper worked at the fabric at her right breast, cutting the sheer fabric away to allow the huge mammary to escape. Its color had returned from last night’s punishment, and it flopped down free from its confinement in the sunlight. A light breeze rustled the branches, tickling the exposed skin. The left breast was liberated in a similar manner, by shredding the fabric, and then cutting the supporting straps so her top was completely bare to the sunlight and breeze. A few more clips and her bottoms were also history, and Prudence stood naked in the sunlight for the first time in her adult life.

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Ravi was a middleclass Indian businessman living in the well to do suburbs of Mumbai (formerly Bombay), India. He was 40, married to Shahnaz his wife of twenty one years, who was 40. They had married young, as was the custom in the days when the lifestyle was much different to that of a current cosmopolitan Indian city like Mumbai now.

They lived in a comfortable, luxury 3 bed – 2 bath apartment in one of those high-rise towers you see sometimes in photos of Mumbai. Their son Hamza, who was 18, still lived with them, and Sophia their 20-year-old daughter was normally away, but currently back home for a week’s holidays, which would be ending in a few days.

They were a typical traditional Indian-Westernised family in many ways. They dressed in a combination of Indian and Western styles – more Western nowadays at home, and out shopping or relaxing, but traditional at social functions, where appropriate.

In their looks, Ravi who was 6’1″ , athletic and good looking, which had made him popular. And Shahnaz at 5’4″ was still very much a good-looking woman, with a voluptuous full figure. She had been quite a stunner in her youth and she had looked after herself to this day.

Her body had grown larger – she was now a size 14, but the proportions were still in balance. She had nice, 36D boobs which still gave way to a curvy waistline, but her buttocks and ass had grown after giving birth, she thought a bit too much, although in reality they were very much in proportion to the rest of her now, and a glorious sight for any ass man who loved a fuller buxom figure.

Hamza at 5″9″ was very much a younger version of his father, and who at 18 needed to lose some weight (not fat, but a little chubby!), and had grown into rather a shy young man who lacked some confidence. Both Ravi and Shahnaz had been concerned about this, but hoped he would grow out of it. He hadn’t had a girlfriend yet as far as they knew. Sophia, on the other hand was much more outgoing. She had a beautiful face, but was a little more stocky in build at 5’7″ with a rather plump ass and large 40D boobs, however her personality was much more relaxed and outgoing, and she seemed very comfortable in herself.

The family were gathered in the kitchen for breakfast where Shahnaz and Sophia were standing by the worktop chatting away whilst preparing the food. They had their backs to Ravi and Hamza, who were sitting at the breakfast table. Suddenly, Hamza’s mobile phone rang its rather irritating tune (so Ravi always thought), and while he got up to take the call in the hallway, Ravi looked over at his wife and daughter.

Shahnaz was wearing a beige figure hugging cotton trousers with a white blouse, whilst Sophia wore a t-shirt and tight fitting dark blue denim jeans, which showed off every curve of her ample butt. Ravi was an ass man and couldn’t help admiring the behinds of his wife and daughter as they moved about, even though one of the women was his daughter. His sex drive was still very high at his age. He felt his face flush, as a sudden thought of going up to his daughter and cupping her ass cheeks through her jeans flashed through his mind.

‘Mmm,’ he thought to himself, ‘I’ll have to ponder on these feelings a bit more,’ and looked back down at his newspaper, as Hamza came back into the room after finishing his phone call.

He snatched a quick look up, and saw Hamza looking over at Shahnaz and Sophia, who still had their backs turned and were chatting away. He was sure he saw, just for a moment, Hamza eyeing up both his mother’s and sister’s butts as well. Ravi quickly looked back at his newspaper, before Hamza noticed he had been watched, and he felt a harden come on in his pants.

Ravi had always tried to be open with his wife, so that evening as they lay in bed, he raised his feelings of that morning with Shahnaz.

“Shahnaz,” he said, “This morning, when you and Sophia were making breakfast, I got a hard-on looking at both of you. Seeing both your behinds, all tightly wrapped as they were, turned me on, even Sophia’s, and I wanted to go up to her and give her butt cheeks a squeeze.”

Shahnaz sat up and looked at her husband, appearing to be horrified. “What? You wanted to touch up your own daughter?” she replied.

“I couldn’t help it. I’m just being honest with you about what I felt. The thought just happened and I found it quite arousing. And I’ll tell you something else, I sneaked a look at Hamza, when he thought I wasn’t watching, and I was sure he was eyeing you both up as well.”

Shahnaz laid her head back on the pillow with a resigned look and a sigh.

“You men!” she said finally, after a moments pause, trying to sound annoyed.

“Well,” replied Ravi “I think we should relax and take it in our stride. These sorts of feelings aren’t that unusual, I think, although people tend not to talk about them. Psychologists know all about this. Sons in their teens often may go through a phase when they have some sort of sexual attraction to their mother’s, daughters may be attracted to illegal bahis fathers, and I’m sure fathers and mothers may get some sort of feeling towards their young adult sons and daughters. Normally, it’s only a phase and nothing ever happens.”

“Oh,” replied Shahnaz, “That’s good to hear. Maybe I shouldn’t dress in a way that might get Hamza to notice my body so much.”

“Yes, you could do that,” said Ravi, “And Sophia will go back in a few days and I’m sure my feelings will pass. Maybe we should be more physical with each other and that will take my mind off it!”

Shahnaz laughed and cuddled up to Ravi and gave him a kiss on the lips. She had a high sex drive to match her husband’s and was always willing to satisfy his needs, which kept her satisfied as well.

He responded and they kissed, their tongues lapping sexily at each other. She moved on top of him and felt his hands over her back and buttocks. His cock had risen in response to her sexy moments on top of him and she moved her pussy over his groin. Gently reaching down, she helped his erect dick into her moist pussy.

“Ravi, that’s nice” she said, feeling him enter her, and she started to hump her ass gently up and down. Ravi clasped both her butt cheeks, one in each hand and squeezed and rubbed them roughly, enjoying every sensation of feeling her soft, large, fleshy ass.

“I love your ass darling,” he said, as she ground herself up and down on his fuck pole. “Even after all these years, I can’t get enough of fucking you, especially in your asshole.”

She raised herself up a little way so that her boobs dangled over Ravi’s face and mouth, and he took her right boob into his mouth and sucked. First over the areola, a wide slow suck, and then licking around it with his tongue, he moved onto the erect nipple, and tickled it by licking it up and down and from side to side, before sucking on it.

Shahnaz writhed in pleasure as he sucked on her boob. She had always loved his technique of sucking on her tits, and it always sent an electric tingle through her body and down her spine.

She increased the pace of her humping up and down on Ravi’s prick loving every sensation as it glided in and out of her wet, pulsating pussy.

Under her, Ravi responded by increasing the pace of his thrust upwards. Momentarily, he moved onto her left boob and gave it the same attention as he had given the right.

Then Shahnaz, with her eyes closed, sat up fully on his dick and as she knelt over his crotch, continued the frenzied pace of her writhing up and down on his prick.

Ravi watched her large boobs jiggle and wobble in front of him as she rode him, and the sight of them caused the semen to rise in his balls.

“Yea, fuck me hard Shahnaz, ride me,” he cried out. “Fuck me you hot, dirty bitch.” He loved talking dirty at her when they fucked, and he knew it turned her on.

“Yesss…fuck…cum inside me” she replied, “I want to feel your spunk in me. “Come on fuck me, fuck me hard” she added, now in a lustful frenzy on top of him.

They continued apace, and after a few minutes more, both were close to cumming. Ravi cried out “Ahhhhhh…” as he spurted deep inside her pussy, whilst Shahnaz lasted just a moment longer before she came, and shouted out “Oh..Yesssss.”

She rolled next to him on the bed, so they lay close to each other silently, savouring the after moment.

After a minute Shahnaz said, “Satisfied darling?”

“Yes, of course honey,” replied Ravi with his eyes closed. What he didn’t tell her was that as he was cumming, he had imagined it was his daughter, Sophia, riding on top of him. “Goodnight” he added, realising he had lied to her for the first time in ages, and turned over onto his side facing away from her to sleep, feeling slightly guilty.

Thinking Ravi was satisfied, and wanting to sleep, Shahnaz lay there relaxed and feeling like she was drifting off sleepily as well.

Her mind wandered a little as she snuggled herself down, and Ravi’s words about her son Hamza looking at her in a sexual way crossed her thoughts again.

She hadn’t been quite honest with Ravi. Recently, she had looked at her son in a way a mother should not, especially in the last year or so. And she was sure she had seen him looking at her body in a sexual way as well. It was a woman’s, or mother’s intuition. Her sex drive was high and she had imagined herself doing some quite naughty things with him, and even masturbated to the thoughts.

But she had never felt able to talk to Ravi about it. But now, as Ravi had raised some similar thoughts he had for Sophia, her fantasies seemed to be something that might just be possible. She would have to draw out Ravi’s feelings for Sophia first, and then slowly tell him of her own attraction to Hamza as well. She would have to be careful how it was done. First though, she would have to raise the subject again with Ravi, and carefully introduce the idea of transforming their thoughts into reality to him.

She felt a tingle of sexual arousal run through illegal bahis siteleri her and in her pussy, even though she had orgasmed only a few moments ago. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, and then tried to put the thoughts away. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.

Whilst the parents slept with their own thoughts of lust, their son and daughter, Hamza and Sophia were having their own lustful desires, separately, in their own beds.

Hamza, typically at 18, had his male hormones raging, and would often masturbate three or four times and day. And the object of his thoughts whilst he did this, was often his mother.

He had a thing for older women. He had a collection of porno magazines which were mostly the ‘over 40’ type and even one or two entitled ‘over 50’. And he just loved to ‘beat his meat’ whilst looking at nude raunchy pictures of older women. Sometimes he would imagine his mother striking a pose like that of the pictures he would often look at, perhaps a like lady on all fours on the floor showing her asshole and pussy and looking back at the camera as if asking to be fucked senseless.

Tonight he was thinking of his mom, in the tight beige pants she had worn during the day, remembering the way her butt cheeks had stretched the fabric of the pants, and the way they had wobbled and rippled as she had walked about. He’d had to go to his room a couple of times during the day just to wack off and get some relief, she’d turned him on so much.

Funnily enough, he’d also just started to notice how his sister, Sophia’s ass was starting to look quite attractive as well recently. He was an ass man, no doubt, and both his mom and sister were both starting to look really hot to him these days.

As he lay in bed, he wanked himself off, thinking about feeling up his mom’s beautiful wide ass cheeks, imagining her bending over the kitchen worktop for him, wriggling her butt at him and then letting him cum all over the material of her pants. As he came thinking about this, he made sure his cum went over a towel he kept for the purpose, as he was careful about not leaving any stains on his bed sheets. He was quite secretive about his masturbating, and tried not to leave any signs. As he came, he felt a wave of pleasure run through his body. Slowly he started to drift off to sleep, little aware of the thoughts his mother was having about him a few doors away, whilst lying next to his father.

Across the hallway, in her own room, Sophia lay in bed, with a couple of fingers of her right hand buried in her pussy. She was playing with herself, as she often did, bringing herself to another orgasm.

She had a secret. She was not a virgin, as was so common for unmarried girls of her age in India. She knew what sex was all about, and having already had the ‘fire lit’, her lustful desires had now to be satisfied regularly.

Whilst being away at boarding school, she had met a boy, the same age as her in the local area of the school, and one thing had led to another. They were now lovers, meeting secretly, once or twice a week, and having sex. But she was not ‘in love’ with him. No, she was quite sure of that. In the beginning, it might have been puppy love, but that had worn off, and now they would meet just for sex and a laugh, which seemed ok. But this also meant that when she was away from boarding school, she missed the sex quite a lot, having got used to it regularly now.

As she carried on doing this, her mind wandered a little, and she had a flashback the way her father had looked at her a few times recently since she had come home for the holidays. She was not slow on the uptake with the way men and boys would sometimes look at her, and she had seen a lustful look in her father’s eyes a few times. She had pretended to be all innocent, and not notice each time it had happened.

For a moment, as she masturbated, her mind replaced her boyfriend’s face and prick with that of her father’s, and she felt a rush of lust run through her. At first, it felt a little strange, but enjoying the new image in her mind, and continuing with the thought, she finally brought herself to an intense orgasm, thinking of her father, as she pumped her fingers in her pussy.

She lay there, feeling satisfied, but also a little aroused that imagining her father in a sexual way had had such an effect. She wondered what would happen if she teased him a little with her body over the next few days whilst she was home. The idea gave her some pleasure. Thinking these thoughts, eventually she drifted off to sleep.

Shahnaz spent the next morning thinking about how to put her plans into action. Sophia would be home for another 7 days before going back to boarding school. In that time, she had to get Ravi so aroused and wanting Sophia so much, that he would agree to let her have her fun with Hamza, in exchange for a similar arrangement for him with Sophia.

The first thing she would do, would be exactly the opposite to what she had said to Ravi about not wearing clothes to attract the canlı bahis siteleri men of the house to herself and her daughter’s bodies. Instead she would make sure both Sophia and herself wore clothes that would drive both her husband and Hamza wild with desire, and hope Ravi would want more. She would then slowly give in to Ravi’s desires for more, whilst pretending to protest a little. Then she would bring in her own demands for her feelings about Hamza. She felt delighted at her scheme!

Shahnaz decided she would also have a talk with Sophia just to see how she might react to having some lustful ‘seeds’ of thought planted in her. If she could somehow get Sophia to be involved in the seduction right from the beginning, it would make things much easier.

Hamza was out with friends whilst her husband was at work. Shahnaz decided to approach Sophia after breakfast.

“Sophia, darling” said Shahnaz, “Would you like to come shopping with me this afternoon? I’ll treat you to some new clothes.”

“Sure mom”, replied Sophia, “Anything in particular?”

“Well, the weather will be getting warmer soon, and I thought maybe we should be a bit more casual around the house. Perhaps we can get some shorts and t-shirts and one or two nice fitting jeans or pants.”

“Ok” replied Sophia, happily innocent to her mother’s real plans behind the shopping trip.

Shahnaz ordered a taxi and they went to a popular mall in central Mumbai, well known for its westerns style-clothing shops.

Shahnaz picked out a variety of shorts for herself and Sophia and some jeans and pants, making sure she picked sizes that would be quite figure hugging on them both, and show off the curves of their asses well, plus some t-shirts.

In the changing room, as Sophia tried some of the items on, she said “Mom, some of these are a bit..er….tight…I mean, do you think dad will mind me wearing these at home?”

“You mean sexy looking” replied Shahnaz with a smile, as she saw just how good Sophia’s butt looked in some of the selections.

“Er….yes” replied Sophia a little embarrassed at her mother’s use of the word ‘sexy’.

“No that’s fine,” replied Shahnaz. “I’m going to start wearing shorts too – there’s no need to be shy – in the hot weather, and as long as we are at home and not in front of strangers, I’m sure both your dad and Hamza won’t mind, us being a bit more casual and free.”

Sophia felt a little perplexed at some of her mother’s choice of clothing, as they seemed far too tight fitting on her mom especially, but she went with it.

When they got home, neither Hamza nor Ravi were back. Shahnaz made them both some cold drinks and they sat down on the sofa in the living room.

“Before your brother of father come home, Sophia, I wanted to chat about something with you.”

“What’s that?” said Sophia, smiling back at her mom.

“Well, you’re 20 now and quite an attractive young girl, have you ever thought about boys, or a boyfriend?”

Sophia blushed. She had to lie now.

“Well, nothing much to say on that at the moment mom, you know, I’m still quite shy” she said, blatantly lying.

“I think you should always try to look your best,” replied Shahnaz. “Even in the house when your father and brother are around, it’s good practice to look nice and…,” she hesitated, “…Even sexy, as then you get into a good habit, and you never know when you might meet the right man.”

Sophia looked a little surprised. “You mean you’re not bothered if I don’t have an arranged marriage.”

“Well, there’s plenty of time for that,” replied Shahnaz. “And I’m sure your father and I won’t object if you meet someone you like yourself and even have some fun, as long as you are sensible. It’s not like the olden days now in India.”

Sophia looked slightly shocked at what her mother appeared to be saying.

“Erm, I’m not quite sure what you mean mom?” was all she could say feebly, in response.

“I’m talking about sex, Sophia,” said Shahnaz boldy. “It is fun, and your father and I are quite relaxed about it. We know what it was like to be your age and we aren’t going to be hard on you if you want to have a bit of fun before you get married.”

“Oh” replied Sophia, still in a slight state of shock at this conversation.

“If you do meet someone, just be careful, that’s all” continued Shahnaz. “And in the meantime, don’t be shy about your feelings, just let them flow.”

“Ok” replied Sophia.

“Now why don’t we go and change into one of these new outfits each before the men of the house come back,” said Shahnaz getting up, and inviting Sophia to follow her.

Sophia followed her mother into her parent’s bedroom.

“You can change here if you like,” said Shahnaz, “Don’t be shy now.”

And with that, Shahnaz started to undress in front of her daughter. Sophia tried not to stare at her mother, and started to undress herself, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Shahnaz decided to go completely nude in front of her daughter to see what effect this might have. “Take off all your clothes Sophia” said Shahnaz. “Maybe we can compare our bodies before we try some of these new clothes on again and see just what a difference age makes” she continued, jokingly and laughing out loud.

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