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This story is part of a series, please start reading chapter one before going through this if you are new to it!

Welcome to chapter two of A Sibling Survival Story, I managed to write the whole thing in one day thanks to a change of plans! So sit back and enjoy!

Remember, your choice matters in the end, so be sure to give a vote to your preferred outcome!

*****

“You sure you got everything Kait?” Said Ben while collecting the remaining pieces of the tent before they would be heading out.

Kaitlin sat on a rock nearby, she rolled her eyes and sighed. “Christ Ben, this has been the third time that you asked me the same question, YES little brother, everything is in the backpack so stop asking!”

“I rather ask it too many times instead of finding out that we lost something later along the way.” Responded Ben a bit more aggravated.

Kaitlin ignored him and looked away towards the sea.

“Jesus, it’s like a dice roll with her each and every day. Why can’t she act like last night? She was calm, friendly and… Cute.” Thought Ben to himself.

After a couple more minutes of making sure they had everything they finally were up for exploring the island further. Ben took the tent and sleeping bag while Kaitlin carried the backpack with their supplies.

They both looked at the dense jungle like area in front of them, now that it was sunny and bright again they could decide where to enter and start their journey. The left side seemed more open and less covered with vines and trees. Ben and Kaitlin looked at each other and nodded, confirming that they had the same idea.

“I’ll take the lead little brother.” Said Kaitlin with confidence as she stepped forward and trailed off.

Ben quickly followed her as she darted off towards the jungle.

“You sure, I mean, I don’t mind walking in fro-” Tried Ben to say before Kaitlin turned around getting more annoyed.

“Ben, we’ve been in the same scout class for years, we learned the same things and earned the same stupid badges. I think I can handle myself, okay? Now follow me and can it!” She said before turning around again and walking off.

Ben decided to give it a rest, when she acted like this there would be no way to convince her otherwise. Still, for someone reason he felt the need to protect her, to make sure that if something would go wrong that she would be the one ending up unharmed. But he knew she could handle herself, easily, she had always been a role model for him.

And so the siblings moved through the first part of the jungle, the sound of the sea and seagulls were traded in for the ambience of the jungle and all different kinds of its inhabitants. They indeed made the right choice to follow the left side as it was easily traversable, you had your vines, bushes, height differences and other obstacles but it was do-able for them.

“Ben look!” Said Kaitlin out of nowhere.

Ben stopped dead in his tracks and followed his sister’s finger that was pointing at something.

It was to the right of them in the more overgrown part of the jungle, up in a tree were three monkeys simply chilling and staring in the direction of the siblings. Two bigger ones and one that Ben assumed to be a newborn tracked their every move.

Kaitlin looked back at him and smiled. “Aren’t they just cute?” She said with her girly voice.

“Like I said, like a roll of a dice.” Thought Ben again, seeing the other side of his sister appear once more.

“Yes, let’s hope it stays with their cuteness. I think we won’t be so cheery if an angry boar or whatever shows up on our tracks.” Responded Ben.

“Mpff… Way to ruin my happy thoughts little brother… Anyway, let’s continue, shall we?” She said before moving on.

Ben followed suit, since the backpack covered her upper body he had to resort to watching her juicy, jiggly ass in front of him. It certainly took his mind off the walk and the heat they were bombarded with.

After a half hour of travelling through the denser part of the jungle they managed to find a more open spot along the way. It was less overgrown and easier accessible but the downside of it was that the burning sun had no problem shining through.

“How about we take a short break in the shadows over there.” Asked Kaitlin as she removed the backpack, revealing her glistering, sweaty back to her brother.

“Yeah sure, I think we both can use some refreshments.” Answered Jake as he too laid off his equipment.

Just when Kaitlin was about to grab a bottle of water she froze.

“Kait? Something wrong?” Asked Ben as he watched his sister closing the backpack again for some reason.

She threw it over her back and turned her head to Ben. “Follow me, quick!” She said to him before she darted off again. This time faster than before.

“Goddamnit Kait, wait!” Shouted Ben at her as he quickly picked up their other stuff. He followed her as best he could, she was way ahead of him across the open area before taking a left turn into the jungle once more.

Ben pendik escort turned left when he reached the same spot where his sister had turned left. He could see that another open area was on the other side of the small part of jungle his sister’s presumably ran through.

He quickly maneuvered himself through the small streak of jungle before ending up at the other side. “Kait? Where are yo-” Before he could finish his sentence he got hit in the face by a splash of… Cold water?

Out of reaction he dropped their equipment and started to rub the cold water out of his eyes, in the background he could hear his sister’s all too familiar giggle.

After rubbing his eyes, he could see his sister standing in a small, but pretty deep stream of water that ran along the side of the streak of jungle they just went through. Her backpack laid on the opposite side of it.

Before he could speak he got hit by another splash of water followed by the same girly giggles.

“Oh you’ve down it now, you minx!” Shouted Ben with a smile as he joined his sister in the small stream of water to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Kaitlin yelped as her brother returned a huge splash of water that covered her from head to toe. Instead of a bottle of water the siblings had found something else to cool and hydrate them.

Their playful water fight lasted for a little bit before both of them sat down next to the stream.

“Kait, how the hell did you know that there was water here?” Asked Ben as he wrung the water out of his soaked tank top.

“You know, that’s why they called me eagle ears instead of eagle eyes at the scouts.” She giggled. Kaitlin then adverted her eyes to her brother’s naked torso and noticed how muscular he looked, she felt her body tense up for a second, it had been awhile since she saw him like this.

At the same time Ben was staring at his sister’s chest too, her bikini was wet which made her voluptuous breasts stand out even more as the fabric clung around them.

Kaitlin looked away first and saw her brother staring at her chest, usually she would have snapped at him but for some reason she remained quiet this time. After a few seconds she started to talk again.

“So yeah, when I was about to pick our bottles out of the backpack I could hear the stream of water very quietly, I wasn’t hundred percent sure but it seemed that my intuition was right.”

Ben snapped out of his stare and quickly looked up at her with a smile.

“Well, thank god for your super hearing then Sis! You probably know what we must do now, to rank up our survival rate.” He said to her.

“Uhu, we follow the stream. See if we can find its source. Usually, things of importance grow fairly close to water so we could have that advantage as well.” She answered before taking a sip of the water. “It’s clean too!”

“Alright, so, five more-minute break time?” Suggested Ben.

Kaitlin nodded her head. “Sure, but after that I’m leading again, seems that you need your big sister to survive this mess.”

*****

The long walk along the stream was a lot more pleasant then what they went through before. The burning sun was hot but the water next to them gave them the opportunity to take a break or cool off every time they wanted to. The jungle was less dense along the stream so they had no problem traversing further.

“We’ve been walking for an hour or so now, it amazes me how big this island actually is.” Said Kaitlin.

“Yeah… Well at least we found a source of water for us, that’s the most positive thing that happened to us so far so let’s keep our spirits up and hope for more good things to come.” Responded Ben.

“I wonder what Mom and Dad are going through now… I can’t imagine how they must feel…” Said Kaitlin again.

“Uh… Lost I guess, just how we are! Knowing Mom, she’s probably on the line with the military and what not to demand them to search for us.” Responded Ben again, hoping to bring their spirits up a bit more with humor.

He could swear he heard his sister snicker after what he said.

After another half hour or so of walking along the stream they came to a new open part of the jungle. To the left of them was a large open area with big rock outcrops that covered the end of it. Ben suddenly stopped which got the attention from his sister.

“Something the matter?” She asked as she wiped the sweat from her forehead away with her hand.

“Yea… It seems… Come on Sis, follow me.” He simply said, this time him taking the lead.

Kaitlin sighed but didn’t complain or anything, she knew her brother was serious when he was like that. She followed him towards the rocky outcrops in front of them, which seem to grow bigger and bigger the closer they came to them.

“I fucking knew it!” Shouted Ben all of a sudden and stepped up his pace, he grabbed Kaitlin’s hand and pulled her with him.

“Eek!” Yelped Kaitlin as her brother pulled her with him. For some reason she started çekmeköy escort to blush, feeling his warm hand around her own.

As they came even closer Kaitlin could see why her brother took her here.

“Holy… Shit…” She said, taking in what she saw in front of them.

“You take the words out of my mouth Sis… I think we found our place to stay.” Said Ben as he pulled her closer to him.

In front of them stood an old but still in good quality, expertly made wooden shack. It was the size of a small garden house, it was built so that it stood under the rocky outcrop, preventing rain or heavy sunlight from hitting it.

Together they entered the shack through a simple self-made door, heck the whole thing was self-made, it seemed that the person or persons who build this knew what they were doing.

The place had a musky smell to it and it seemed that the previous owners had gone away head over heels. They could still see inside but at later parts of the day they would need to make a fire or something to illuminate the shack.

To their surprise they could see that there were a couple of objects that resembled furniture. A wonky but acceptable small table. Two small but wide blocks of wood that looked like makeshift stools. A small, wide frame in the corner of the shack what looked like outer edges of a bed and finally, a circle of rocks in the middle of the shack, a place where fires could be safely started.

“This is… This is incredible, maybe there are more people on this island together with us!” Said Kaitlin excited.

“Mhmm… I doubt it Sis.” Responded Ben. “It seems like this place hasn’t seen people in quite a while now.” He then picked up one of the stool like pieces of wood and shoved it in front of the open door.

“Right, this way we can easily see inside of the shack for a while without the need of a light source.” He then removed the large bag with the tent and sleeping bag in it and placed them next to the bed shaped wooden frame.

“I’m gonna take a look outside, explore our surroundings a little bit, see if I can find some useful stuff for us lying around.” Said Ben to Kaitlin.

“Then I’m going to a look around this shack, who knows, maybe I will find some other hidden away stuff that could help us.” Responded Kaitlin as she placed her backpack on the wonky table.

Ben opened the backpack she just laid down and took out the pocketknife. “You might as well give our supplies a place in here, separate our stuff so it’s more organized.”

Kaitlin turned to him, looking quite annoyed. “Oh what, I’m going to have to be the housewife all of a sudden Ben? We just found this place for Christ’s sake!” She said sternly.

“Oh come on Kait! Can you just… Just be happy once in a while? It’s not like I ask you to make me a five course meal, okay?” Responded Ben, more serious than ever.

Kaitlin again was shocked when her brother showed his more serious side to her, just like the day before he managed to calm her down.

“Sorry Ben… I’m sorry, okay? I know I should be happy.” She said to him quietly.

Ben sighed and walked up to her before giving her a hug. “It’s okay Kait, I know this mess isn’t our usual cup of tea, routine of the day stuff for us but we gotta stay strong together, alright?” He whispered to her, calming her down even further.

Kaitlin hugged him back and held him tight. “I know… I won’t let it happen again Ben, we gotta, no, we are going to get through this together.” She whispered back.

After a couple of more seconds they let go of each other.

“Alright, I’m gonna take a look around the place, probably collect some wood for the fire. I’ll be back in a bit. If something happens just shout.” Said Ben as he walked outside.

“Sure, you do the same when something happens. Be careful little brother.” Responded Kaitlin.

And so the siblings went their own way for a bit, Ben searching their surroundings and Kaitlin the mysterious shack.

*****

In a short period of time Kaitlin managed to give their supplies a place in the shack just as Ben had suggested her to do so. She kept the empty backpack and the tent in one corner of the shack. Their food and water supplies were on the wonky table and so was the small flashlight. She had zipped open the sleeping bag and laid it between the wooden frame in the other corner of the shack which seemed to fit perfectly.

“Alright, now that’s done I can take a closer look around this place, who knows, maybe I can find something that we haven’t spotted before.” Said Kaitlin to herself before she started to look around.

At the same time Ben was outside, close to the water stream collecting branches of wood with the use of the pocketknife, He even managed to spot a few coconut trees that he could probably climb into.

He looked back into the direction of the shack and had to agree that they sort of hit the lottery ticket with this place.

“Finally something good happened to us, I hope maltepe escort we can stay on this same pace and eventually get out of here.” He said to himself before returning to cutting off branches.

Back in the shack Kaitlin managed to take a quite good look at it, outside at the back of it she found a small, self-made box with a lid which contained, you guessed it, a couple of self-made tools. There was a hammer, a small rake and a small spade all made out of wood. To her surprise she also found a still sharp looking handsaw and boxes of nails.

Currently she was exploring the inside of it further and eventually managed to find another, smaller box under the table, shoved against the wall of the shack.

“Well what do you know, another point for Kaitlin the explorer!” She praised herself.

This one had a lid as well. She took the box with her and plopped herself down onto the sleeping bag she had laid out for them to sleep on later. The sun was at such an angle that the light illuminated their ‘bed’.

“And what do we have here?” She said to herself again as she opened the little box.

The first things she found were small pieces of black crayon, but after taking a closer look she found out that they were made out of charcoal, they looked like pencils.

After that she found two old looking batteries that seemed the right size for their compact flashlight, hoping that they would still work, or at least have some power left.

The last item she found looked like a book, she carefully took it out and noticed that it indeed was some sort of book. The outside of it was very dusty so she had to blow on it to clean it a little. The numbers two-thousand-and-sixteen appeared in the upper right corner.

“This book has been from at least two years ago…” Said Kaitlin to herself before she opened it.

The first page had a lot of text written on it by someone with a very pretty handwriting. She placed the opened box next to her and laid back on the sleeping bag to read it.

This is the diary of Joanna Sterling, in this diary I will be writing everything I have experienced on this island, together with my brother Alec. If someone manages to find this, then I hope you will treasure it in case of us not being able to do so. We’ve been on this island for far too long and it has changed us drastically, emotionally as physically. I hope you will understand what you will be reading if you decide to do so, and to not judge us by any means. If you find, and I hope not, yourself(s) in a similar situation as us then you will do good to read through all of this. I have pointed out several things that could aid and help you.

Kaitlin gulped as she had read through the first paragraph, she quickly flipped through all of the pages and noticed that the piece of text she had just read was probably entered later into it. The way it had been written gave it away and it was less faded than the other entries below it.

Every entry was written per day it seemed, this way Kaitlin could make out what happened and at which times.

“I can’t believe another pair of siblings were, or are on this island, it’s just so… unbelievable. Is this place cursed or something or is someone really pulling the plugs around here?” She asked herself in her thought’s.

Day one to two looked awfully similar to what she and Ben had experienced themselves. They both woke up at the beach and found supplies and what not, also the same message was applied to their crate of goodies; ‘Survive, and find yourselves…’. It seemed that the two of them had spent an extra day at the beach instead of going through the jungle right away like she and Ben did. It told Kaitlin how the two of them spend time with each other, comforting themselves to keep each other strong. After reading that part she felt some sort of jealousy washing over her, it looked like the siblings in the diary were close, very close, similar how she and Ben were when they were younger.

At day three things started to change.

Day 3

Alec and me managed to find a perfect place for us to attempt to make a sort of base. It’s shielded by these heavy rock outcrops that hide us from the rain and burning sun. Close to it is a stream with fresh water and behind the rocks are plants with berries we could eat, thanks to my biology studies I knew that they weren’t poisonous or bad for us.

Kaitlin took a mental note of what Joanna had just described about the berries, with a bit of luck they should still be there. She then continued to read further.

We started building the shack Alec had in mind right away. I’m so glad that I have such an incredible handy brother! We helped each other where we could, I’m not as an engineer as he is so I took up the task to gather us fresh water and food which he really appreciated. That handy little saw and nails that came with that crate we found really saved the day, it was a field day for Alec and he was so determined to make sure that we were going to be okay. He told me several times that we would get through this together and that he would make sure that nothing ever happened to me. Hearing him say that felt so… Romantic I guess?

Again Kaitlin felt another ping of jealousy running through her body, Joanna described her brother as some sort of god and it was clear that she loved him very dearly.

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I held what I thought were the sexiest pair of panties Leann owned. They were dark green satin with tiny little bows sewn in at the point on either side where the string of elastic joined the front panel. Those panties were not fancy beyond that. No shimmering pattern or exotic prints on the fabric at all. Just very smooth and shiny and little. Size 5, the tag in back read. Incredibly sexy and feminine.

I was in the mood to masturbate with them and shoot a load. I decided I didn’t yet want to cum directly on these panties since that would ruin them as they were… still smelling of her perfume and her private scent. If I got my cum on them, I’d need to wash them and her special odor would then be gone forever. No, I thought, I’ll get close to cumming from rubbing my hardon against them, but when I get so close I can’t stop, I’ll use this other pair of her pretty panties to cum on and that will do fine…

I took the green undies and stretched them over the end of a firm pillow so it looked like the pillow was actually wearing the panties. Then I placed the pillow right on the edge of my bed so the crotch of the panties was hanging just slightly over. I’d been masturbating since I was 10 or 12 and I had come up with many ingenious ways to make it new and exciting. When I included panties in this act, I had my very best orgasms and this new method, incorporating the “hands-free” use of the pillow/panties, was proving extremely satisfying.

I slid my shorts down to my ankles and got on my knees. My hardon was already throbbing just from looking at and touching and sniffing Leann’s gorgeous little panties. I moved up close, being careful not to touch the panties with my cock too soon… that first initial contact always put me in a dreamlike state if only for a short time.

I leaned over and gently kissed the crotch of the panties being careful not to wet them with my saliva, then I inhaled once more very deeply. The smell of pussy still very strong inside the cotton inner lining of the panties. I let out a whimpery kind of moan, longing for that first touch. I straightened up again.

Moving closer still, I very, very lightly brushed the underside on my throbbing hardon against the silky crotch just below the head… my most sensitive spot. At that first contact, I rolled my eyes shut and put my head back, anadolu yakası escort my mouth wide open. That feeling! Very slowly I began an easy, steady thrusting motion with my hips. Up and down, up and down my cock still just barely touching the panties. I could feel my hardon become even firmer and my balls tighten up toward my body. It wouldn’t take long before I was spurting a fine load. That’s when I heard her voice…

“David…” she said. The sound came to me as if in a dream. I merely opened my eyes and for a second or two continued with my fun, then reality crashed upon me. I jerked my head to my left and saw her standing there in my wide open doorway! Panic engulfed my senses. I scrambled to my right, grabbing the pillow in front of me and yanking it to my nakedness, trying to cover up madly. “What are you doing!!?!?” I screamed, “Get out of here!!” I clammered onto the floor desperately attempting to hide her pilfered underwear and hide my embarassing act.

“David, calm down…” she said very quietly.

“Why don’t you knock instead of just barging into someone’s room!!” I yelled. I could feel my face in a complete blush now. I was caught and I knew it. “Git outta here!!”

“Calm down David, I’m not mad at you…” she said. I sat there on the floor, the folded pillow in my lap, at the verge of tears as she took one more step into the room. I had ten million different thoughts at this point, all of them terrifying and embarrassing. I was sure she would rat me out to her friends, my friends… anyone she could! But she only stood there with a very slight grin and asked me why I had to steal her panties. I could have asked her for them instead.

Something in her voice was much different than I had heard before. My breathing and my heartbeat slowed as she began asking me several questions about why I was doing what she had caught me doing. I actually began to feel more at ease sitting there in this compromising position with my step-sister. She moved into the room further and sat on the bed, looking down at me and hanging on my every word as I tried to explain in a stammering voice that panties were so pretty to look at… so tiny and sexy. Panties are something so very private and feminine that girls tried to hide them from boys at all costs and ataşehir escort when I would have that rare opportunity to see them, well… my heart raced and my mind whirled just at the sight of them alone! She listened closely and seemed to accept my explanation when she said with a wide smile, “I guess everybody has some little weird quirk..!”

Then she asked me if I had ever done ‘my thing’ while a girl was still in the panties. I told her that the opportunity had never really presented itself… that I had only really ever gotten to second base with a girl but that if I had the chance, I’d sure love to try it. She sat silently staring at the pillow in my lap for five seconds or so then said something that caused all the blood to rush out of my face, “Wanna try it with me… right now?”

I sat with my mouth open for a few seconds. I didn’t think I’d heard her right. “What..?” I said. She repeated her question.

“Yeah right..!” I said, not believing her or perhaps maybe not able to believe her at first. “You’re so full of shit, Leann..!”

“I’m serious…” she replied, “If you want to try it with me, I don’t mind…” With that and as if to prove her point, she stood up in front of me and began unbuttoning her jeans. She wiggled them past her shapely hips, down her thighs and past her knees, then stepped out of them and stood with her feet a little wider than shoulder width apart, hands turned toward me and asked, “Will these panties work..? Or would you like me to change into those?” She nodded to the pillow still in my lap.

I was speechless. She then sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. She was wearing a slightly faded pair of light blue nylon bikini panties with a small daisy pattern printed on them. I saw that her ample bush was bulging on the front panel and that several pubes were peeking from under the leg openings. Not messy or unattractive, just in need of a slight trimming. My hardon began to grow despite myself.

“Is this a good position?” she asked. I sat there still completely astonished. It was obvious to me that she was attempting to get into a position such I had had the pillow I now had in my lap. “Com’on David..!” she urged again, “I really want you to try it..!”

I moved up onto my knees holding the pillow in front of my groin. “Gimme ümraniye escort that…” she said taking it from me and dropping it on the floor. Then she leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs wider yet, smiling and scooting forward a bit more, all the while staring at my now hard cock. “Just do what you were doing before… I don’t mind! I bet I might even like it..!” Her breathing was deeper now. My hardon was at full attention, staring at her lovely panty crotch. Thru her tank top, I could see her nipples pointing up, fully erect. My mind was beyond whirling. I moved in closer and very gently placed my cock against her.

A thousand sensations went through me then. I started to pump my hips, sliding my hardon up and down along her smooth panties. This was all so new and different to me… so warm and firm with a real girl inside! I placed one hand on each of her hips and sped my thrusting, the friction sending me higher and higher. Soon I inhaled the scent of wet pussy and felt my hardon dampen. Looking down at her crotch, I saw that her wetness had soaked the panties through. This served to turn me on further and I quickened my pace a bit more.

Suddenly Leann bolted upright and with each of her hands grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling me tighter against her. She began to wildly grind her wet panties against my hardon with her mouth open against my left shoulder. She let out three high pitched grunts then pulled me even tighter to her and groaned in a impassioned howl. Her hips slowed but the pressure and urgency she’d applied were still there. She moaned long and deep in her throat, humping hard against my squashed pole four times while her orgasm rocked thru her lower region. That set me off. When she let me loose, I thrust upward one last time and my first blast of cum shot up between us and splatted down on her belly. Four more deep spasms followed as the rest of my wad pumped out onto the already wet panties she was wearing. So very hot and nasty, this all seemed to me!

I fell forward and wrapped my arms around her, panting, sweating and spent. I lay there moaning on top of her for perhaps ten minutes while my breathing came to normal. During this entire time, Leann stroked my back and shoulders purring “ohhhhhhh…. ohhhhh…. ohhhhhh…” very soft and low.

After that first incredible dry-hump, Leann and I did our “panty thing” many, many times. We added variations and tried different positions but our favorite and most satisfying was always her on the edge of the bed, me on my knees on the floor and both of us very happy in this nasty and delightful kid-stuff playtime.

We ruined more panties that way!

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I was 38 years old, the first time my sons and I fucked. My husband had passed away 15 years ago and I had raised two twin boys on my own. I didn’t have much of a social life, between work and the attention that my boys craved I had no time for dating. I had gone out a couple of times in all those years but never had a steady relationship. Something about being a single mother always scared off the men that I had been seeing. It really didn’t matter much to me though; I had never been one of those women that craved a lot of sexual attention and mostly preferred to do it myself when needed. Which to tell the truth wasn’t very often, only about once a month would I have to masturbate and I always did it quickly with not that much enjoyment. It was always more of a chore to do this but if I didn’t I’d never be able to get to sleep.

When my boys turned 18 I began to date a man from work on a regular basis. The boys didn’t need me at home as often and I didn’t need to worry if they’d be all right. I could always tell that my two children never really liked the fact that I was out with someone other then them and I would never bring him home with me on nights that we would have sex. We would go to his place or to a hotel room. He was a charming man, standing around six-foot tall with dark black hair that was graying at the temples. His face had the roundness of a boy and his eyes were crystal blue. When he looked at you it was though he was looking into your soul. He reawakened my sexual desire and I was so happy about that. When we made love, and that was just what it was he never just fucked me, he knew exactly all the right spots to touch me and drive me insane with passion. It was the first time that I had enjoyed any type of sexual experience since my husband died. I was beginning to think that I was falling in love with this man and had made it a point to talk to my boys about it.

My boys, Tommy and Adrian, had always been Momma’s boys. They had always been very protective over my since they were tots and had never wanted my attention drawn from them at anytime in their life. Even then being as old as they were they would still crawl into bed with me to sleep if they had had a bad dream or were anxious about something they had to do in school the next day. I had never minded them doing this and would lay there with them, their arms wrapped around me tightly until they fell asleep, then I would move from the bed to the couch or go lay down in one of their bedrooms to fall asleep myself. It was so on the night that I was going to speak to them about the man I was dating that they both had climbed into bed with me. I probably should have been more conscience of what I was wearing as they grew older but had been laying with them for so long that I never thought about it. That night istanbul escort I was feeling pretty sexy so I had put on one of my satin teddies before laying down to read my novel not really thinking at all that they would come in to lay with me. I had planned to read a chapter or so then put on my robe and go to each one of their bedrooms separately to speak to them.

As I lay there getting more and more into my book, I heard my bedroom door open and they both walked in wearing nothing but their briefs. I found this to be odd because most of the time they would not allow me to see them in just their underwear and always yelled at me if I so happened to open their bedroom doors while they were changing. I put down my book and watched as they both came to either side of the bed. They were handsome young men, having the same deep auburn color of my hair, piercing green eyes and build of body like their father. They were tall and muscular from the sports they played and I heard many girls swoon over them as we would walk down the street or in a department store. I was very proud of my boys and it hit me then that they would soon be leaving for college. They had both been accepted into a school many miles away from me and with the thought of this I began to cry.

They both hurriedly came to me, wrapping their arms and legs around my body and putting their heads to my breast. Adrian asked me what was wrong and I told them how I had just now thought about the fact that they soon wouldn’t be with me and I’d be all alone in this house. Tommy chuckled and asked about the guy from work. He said that I wouldn’t be lonely with him around. I caught the sarcasm and pain in his voice as he told me this and reassured them that no one could ever take the place in my heart for them. That they would be mine always and forever and no one would come in between the love I had for them. With that said we were all quite for a minute but it was an uncomfortable silence. Something I had never experienced with them before. I started to notice the way they were laying on me and how I could feel their cocks growing hard.

I tried to move, to get them to loosen their grip on me and to get away from their hardness, which was making me uneasy. They held on to me tighter and I could not get out of their grasp. Adrian looked up at me and with a gleam in his eyes that I had never seen before he asked me if I could feel what I did to them both, if I could tell how aroused I made them. I tried to tell him that it wasn’t my fault that I was their mother and they should not feel that way about me. I wanted them so badly to just go back to their rooms then and to leave me alone. Tommy told me then how beautiful I was and how badly they both wanted me avcılar escort especially when I’d wear the things I was wearing now. I looked down at myself and saw how the teddy clung to my breast, how the lace revealed my nipples and I could feel how the hem of it only came down right below my ass.

I became very embarrassed and tried to apologize to them. Tommy interrupted by saying how they had saved themselves for just this occasion. They wanted me to take their virginity. He then told me how they had been with girls and how they would let them suck their dicks but never would they fuck them. Adrian began to tell me how they two would sit on one or the others’ bed and jack each other off while talking about fucking me or how they would perform oral sex on each other. As they were telling me this I began to feel my juices bubbling up in my cunt. I was getting hot listening to how they would bring pleasure to each other while talking about me. I tried to tell myself that it wasn’t right, I had to quite. These were my sons and I couldn’t give them what they wanted.

With all these thoughts going through my head I felt one of their lips began to lightly brush my neck. My eyes closed unwillingly and I began to moan. Both of them began to kiss my neck, cheeks, lips, and breast. So very light were their lips on my skin and I felt my body begin to flush all over and grow hotter with each touch. I placed my hands on each of their heads and gave in completely. I returned the kisses that they were bestowing on me. I returned their caress, bringing my hands down slowly over their backs, down around their hips to gently massage their cocks and balls over their underwear. Their hands moved down and as one rubbed my hard clit the other placed three fingers in my dripping pussy and began to fuck me. My own hands began to massage them hard with more urgency then before. My breath became shorter while my moans grew louder and longer. Though they were going so very slow I was already going to cum. As the orgasm hit my body I began to scream out how good my sons were making me cum and how much I loved them for it. As I began to calm down I opened my eyes and looked up at them. They were both smiling down at me, their own faces red with desire at what they had just done to their mother.

They moved from me and took off their briefs. I looked at both of their organs and gasped as I saw how big they were. I knew that they father had been very well endowed but my sons were bigger then he had been. They both chuckled at my astonishment and moved back towards me. They came up to my head and kneeled over me. Their rods only inches away from my mouth. I brought my hands up and started to stroke them both. I sat up further on the bed and began to lick Tommy’s cock. şirinevler escort I took my tongue all around the head, moving in slow circles then turning my head to do the same to Adrian. I teased them with my tongue making their ecstasy grow. After doing this for awhile going back and forth between the two, Tommy grabbed the back of my head and put my mouth to his cock. He told me to suck it, that he had had enough of my playing. He plunged his tool into my mouth and began to fuck it hard. Holding onto my head the whole time, pumping his hips hard to get deep into my throat.

As he fucked my mouth Adrian moved down and spread my legs. He crawled up between them, placing the head of his cock on my clit. He started to move his maleness over my flower. He did this for only a minute before slamming into my all to willing cunt. My moans of passion were muffled by Tommy’s dick. I sucked down harder on him as I wrapped my legs around Adrian’s back to bring his cock deeper into my throbbing twat. With every thrust of Adrian’s dick I felt myself coming closer to another orgasm. My body began to shake and I felt the gush of my juices shoot out onto my son’s rod.

He pulled out after I was done cumming. Tommy did the same and they told me to move for a second. Tommy lay down where I had been and motioned me to get on top of him. I mounted him and slowly guided his cock into me, feeling every inch of him sliding into me almost made me cum again. He grabbed my shoulders and brought me down so that I laid flat against him. I felt Adrian move up behind me. I became scared. I realized then what he was about to do. It had been forever since I had had anal sex and Adrian was not experienced in it. I tried to pull away telling him I’d teach him how so that he would not hurt me but they would not listen. Tommy wrapped his strong arms around me as I felt Adrian begin to push his dick into my tight asshole. He did it fast and hard and I whimpered as the full length of him was shoved into me. He stopped and let me get used to it. As the pain subsided I began to rock back on him. With my movements telling him I was fine now he started to gently pull himself in and out of my ass while Tommy began to move underneath me.

The feeling of both of their cocks filling me up drove me to the brink of insanity. I yelled out for them to fuck me harder. As they both slammed into me the first wave of the best orgasm I have ever had hit me. As my body shook and all of my fluids were released in gushing flows I felt both of my sons begin to cum too. The feeling of them both exploding into me, filling up both my ass and my pussy with their jism made me sick with passion. I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted them to keep fucking me but they were spent at the moment. We laid together as always with me in the middle and them on either side of me calming down. Our breath and heartbeats slowing down. I looked at them both as they fell asleep happily. After that night Tommy and Adrian never left me. They went to a local college and I dumped the man I was seeing. I didn’t need him anymore. My sons were more then enough to satisfy me from then on out.

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This is a story that has both incestuous and voyeuristic themes. The entire story is presented below.

***

July 14, 1965. If you, dear reader, were alive on that day, do you remember what you were doing? Chances are, you don’t. For me, the day was just as significant as the day President Kennedy was assassinated, or the day Neil Armstrong made that one giant leap for mankind. If you were alive back then, you remember what you were doing on those days, as do I.

I also remember July 14, 1965. It was a Wednesday, and our area was going through a bit of a heat wave then. It was a heat wave that would cause severe thunderstorms during the day, and I recall their intensity very clearly too.

I had just graduated high school, and before heading off to the local community college in the fall, was spending my 18th summer enjoying my favorite hobbies. I loved baseball, and spent every afternoon hanging around the local ball field, playing in pick-up games until dinner time.

My other hobby, and one that frankly I was better at, was masturbation. Since I was a homely guy with bad acne and social skills that were awkward at best, I spent considerable time with my best friend in hand, stroking away while wearing out my very limited collection of pornography, which consisted of two very ratty copies of Playboy and a black and white photo of a woman by the name of Virginia Bell, who had big tits.

I had found the photo in the crawl space of our attic, apparently belonging to my old man, and had taken possession of it for my own use. I must have spilled a quart of semen while drooling over the woman, who wasn’t incredibly attractive but had tits, and that was enough for me.

The attic. My explorations of that musty and dusty place, where you could only stand up straight in at the very center and you could only access by pulling down a stairway from a hatch in the hallway, netted me much more than the photo, because it was up there that I discovered a secret about our old house.

You could see down into the other rooms from up there. Apparently there had been some sort of different heating system installed in the house at one point, and although the ducts were no longer used, the little squares with the grates covering them remained.

The view in each room was limited, of course, but I was able to look into my older sister’s room and my parents as well. It was a tribute to how horny I was back then that I actually looked down into my sister’s bedroom.

My sister, bless her soul, was the female equivalent of me. Homely and flat-chested, I got to see her in all of her glory on many occasions, and it was all I could do to not laugh when she would stand in front of her dresser mirror playing with some device she had bought from the Mark Eden company that was supposed to make her breasts bigger.

“I must. I must. I must increase my bust!” Emily would chant as she would stand there for the longest time in an obviously futile attempt to make her little sprouts blossom.

Emily’s tits never grew until after she managed to get married and had kids, and then she got her wish, but that was years after she moved out.

Not laughing was essential to watching from up there. I could hear just fine from up there, so obviously any sound I made would be heard down in the bedrooms, therefore I had to be quiet. Not only quiet, but once I got up there, I had to not move around very much.

Our house creaked like all old houses did, but someone started walking around up there, you would know it downstairs, therefore it was essential that once I settled in I stayed still.

The action was more exciting in my parents bedroom, even if they only had sex on Saturday nights. They never did it with the lights on either, so a lot of times I couldn’t see real well either, but my mother did get dressed and undressed everyday, and I liked that.

My Mom wasn’t a raving beauty, but for a woman who was 47 in 1965 she was pretty cute. Mom wasn’t fat but solidly built, probably carrying about 130 pounds on her five foot two frame. She had short black hair and olive-toned skin, and was a woman that looked so much better with her clothes off, as I learned.

Mom dressed like most housewives back then, usually with very little makeup and wearing these drab house-dresses that didn’t flatter. She would also wear socks – usually these little white ones – unlike housewives on TV who wore stockings and jewelry and never did housework.

When I first saw Mom naked, I was stunned. Seeing her take off that old frumpy bra and watching those big boobs roll out knocked me for a loop. About as big as old Virginia Bell’s were, and a lot fuller than her modest everyday appearance suggested, and they had these enormous crimson aureoles that were as big around as a baseball.

Mom had a real jungle of hair between her legs too; a rich overgrown triangle that must have been in part due to her Italian heritage, and she was so hairy down there that the fur istanbul escort peeked out of the leg openings of her panties, which were not exactly the kind that were in any way revealing.

When Mom and Dad would screw on Saturday nights, and I was able to manage to get up in the attic in time to watch, I was in heaven. It didn’t last long usually, but I loved listening to them.

Seeing the old man was reassuring to me, because his modest sized dick wasn’t any bigger than mine was. He would already be hard when he climbed on top of Mom, and he would root around in her for about a minute before he would groan loudly and collapse on Mom. Sometimes Mom would make some noise too but usually Dad would just roll off and go to sleep.

One of my best memories was one time when the old man went in to take a shower after humping Mom. While he was in the bathroom, Mom started playing with her pussy, her one hand inside of herself and the other hand clawing at her tits until she curled up into a ball and started shaking and crying out. By the time the old man came back in, she was under the sheets again with her back to him like she always did after they had sex.

But back to July 14, 1965…

I was going to head off to the baseball field as usual around 10:00 a.m., and when I told my mother that, she told me she was going to be out shopping most of the day. When I noticed that she was going to take a shower I pretended to leave the house and then doubled back inside.

Plenty of time for baseball, I figured, so when I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom I opened the hatch and pulled down the stairs, scurrying up to the attic and yanking the stairs back up after me.

I had plenty of time to position myself at the vent, and got myself ready. My jeans and briefs came down and I got my handkerchief ready, fully prepared to enjoy watching Mom come in and do her thing at the dresser mirror before getting dressed and heading out. I would be back down the stairs and at the park in a half hour, or so I figured.

As it turned out, I was going to be up there a lot longer than I expected, and over the next five hours my entire life changed.

***

My dick was hard when Mom came into the bedroom, humming some old Elvis song as was her habit, and as she tossed her fluffy pink bathrobe onto the bed I got a great view of her damp body from the rear.

Mom had a nice butt that might have been a bit on the large side but was nicely rounded and pretty solid, and when she bent down to pick something off of the floor I saw the crack of her ass. As the full globes parted, her hair-filled ass crack was revealed to me for a brief second before she sat in front of the mirror and began brushing her hair.

Because I was more of a breast man that an ass aficionado, I was saving my orgasm for when she would turn around and give me a nice frontal view, so I did more holding of my dick than stroking. When at last she would turn around for me, I would bring myself to climax while enjoying her tits and bush, but this time that moment happened faster than usual.

The blue Princess phone rang, startling me, and when I watched Mom run over to answer it, her big jugs swaying as she moved, I covered my cock as it spat a copious load into the handy handkerchief.

“Hello?” Mom said breathlessly.

“Yes Paul,” Mom said after a second. “He’s gone. Went to Boston on business. Sean’s gone too, off to play ball all day. We’ve got the place to ourselves.”

“Yes. Hurry,” Mom said and hung up the phone before hurrying back to the make-up table.

Paul. My mother had a boyfriend? MY mother? This couldn’t be. That was stuff that went on in the movies, and as I watched my Mom go back to brushing her hair I looked at her in a different way.

Disgusted? Disappointed? Yes, but I felt something else too, and although I didn’t understand it I looked at my mother differently now. Somebody else wanted her. Somebody besides me, and my friend Doug Graves (who had the hots for her for years) thought she was really good looking no matter how hard she tried to hide it with her frumpy attire.

Mom was putting on make-up, taking care to put the lipstick on straight, and then she was dabbing perfume behind her ears. After that, she sprayed deodorant under her arms. Mom didn’t ever shave her armpits, except for that one time she was in her younger sister’s wedding and had to shave because the dress was sleeveless. I remember the old man complaining about it, so I guess the pit hair was his idea.

That used to embarrass me early on, because not only didn’t she shave like most of the other guy’s mothers did, but Mom was really hairy, and when she would raise her arms you could see the hair if she was wearing one of those house-dresses with the little cap sleeves.

My friend Doug had noticed that too, which made me feel really embarrassed until he told me that he thought it was really avcılar escort sexy.

“All of them Italian movie stars – Sophia Loren and Gina Lollobrigida – they let their pit hair grow too,” Doug assured me, and as time went on I began to find it more and more erotic as well. The fact that Doug even mentioned my mother in the same breath as those actresses made me feel proud too.

Mom was putting a little yellow nightie on now, something I had never seen before, and as she scurried around in anticipation, it occurred to me that I was stuck up in the attic. Not that I wanted to leave now, mind you, but how long would I be able to stay still up here? It was already hot and stuffy as hell, and before look it might become oppressive.

When Mom left the bedroom for a minute and I heard the toilet flush, I took the opportunity to move around a little and get more comfortable. There was a towel that I pulled over to rest my elbow on instead of the rough wood floor, and resigned myself to the fact that I was up here for the duration.

***

Mom was nervous – just as nervous as I was it seemed. She was pacing the floor and looking out the window every so often to keep a watch for her mystery lover. She grabbed her electric razor out of the drawer not once but twice, putting her legs up on the chair and running the noisy appliance up and down her calves for a minute and then running her palm up and down her full and curvy legs to check her work.

When Mom went back to look out the window once again, from behind her came her guest, who had apparently let himself in the house while she was preoccupied. She jumped when she heard him enter the room, and when he came into my range of vision I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

“Paul,” my mother said as she ran into his arms, and I mouthed the name as well as I looked down on the two of them, barely six feet away from me.

You see, I knew Paul. I knew him very well, although I had never called him Paul. To me, the tall slender man with the thinning grey hair was not Paul. I called him Grandpa.

***

I had put some of that towel in my mouth, trying to stifle what sounded to me like my overly loud breathing, and watched as my grandfather kissed my mother in a way that he did not kiss his daughter-in-law when he would visit for Christmas dinner.

Grandpa had a fist full of my mother’s hair in his hand, and as he clenched the back of her scalp he pulled her skull backwards.

“How’s my little slut?” Grandpa asked my Mom, whose eyes looked as wild as they had been when I talked her into riding the roller-coaster at the carnival years ago.

“Need you so bad,” Mom gasped, her hands scrambling over the buttons on her husband’s father’s shirt, and her hands were shaking so bad that she was fumbling with the simple task.

“I can tell, you pig,” Grandpa sneered as she finally managed to get the shirt off him, exposing his skinny upper torso, his chest covered with a silver pelt of hair.

Mom’s hands were sliding up and down Grandpa’s wiry arms, over the faded tattoos on her biceps. Grandpa used to make the mermaid on his right arm dance for me by flexing his muscles when he was a kid, but now my Mom’s fingers were squeezing that ink in what looked like a death grip.

This couldn’t be happening, I recall thinking as I watched my mother attacking this man, who was in his sixties, like he was Elvis Presley or something. My Mom was nuzzling into his neck and running her hands all over his body, practically climbing over him while he stood there like she was his slave.

“Hot as hell in here,” Grandpa said, running his hands through his thinning grey hair and linking his fingers behind his head, thrusting his chest out like he was Jack LaLanne, and I almost giggled when I wondered how he would like it up here, where it had to be close to 100 degrees.

Mom was running her hands through the hair on Grandpa’s chest, raking her nails through the pelt that was much thicker than that on his head. She leaned forward and sucked on his nipples, getting Grandpa to growl in a deep voice, and then let her tongue slide over into his armpit, lapping at the wild spray of long grey hairs like an animal.

“Want to taste your sweat – taste you everywhere,” Mom said, and Grandpa chuckled as he brought his hand on top of Mom’s head.

“Then get busy,” Grandpa said while pushing Mom down to her knees.

It was as if Mom was under a spell of some kind, because she was not only taking Grandpa’s derisive treatment, she seemed to be loving it. Where was the woman who would rip my old man a new one if he forgot to take out the garbage? To Dad she was often feisty and argumentative, but with Grandpa it was like she was his servant.

Part of me wanted to run down downstairs and rescue my Mom from this man – a man I thought I knew – but it was clear that Mom didn’t want to be rescued. Instead, Mom was kneeling in front of Grandpa, şirinevler escort looking up at him like he was a king while she undid his belt.

His baggy trousers fell to the floor, and Mom took them off of his pale legs as he stepped out of them, folding the pants and setting them on the chair beside the bed before her hands took hold of the top of his equally baggy boxer shorts and slowly eased them down.

It was then that I hit my head lightly on the grate I was looking though, and the sound made Grandpa look around, although it was clear that he didn’t know where the noise came from. I held my breath as I leaned backwards for a second.

When I looked back down, what I was seeing was so surreal that I felt like I was hallucinating. Grandpa’s cock was swinging between those skinny legs of his, and although I rarely looked at the other guys in the showers after gym, the dicks I had seen before bore no relation to Grandpa’s manhood.

I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand to clear my vision as Mom took Grandpa’s cock in her hands – one hand wrapped halfway around the stump of his huge member and the other holding it up by the middle while her mouth moved closer.

Grandpa was uncircumcised, like my old man, but it was clear that while my father and I might have inherited some traits from Grandpa, we sure didn’t get blessed with anything approaching the ungodly weapon that my mother was running her tongue over.

Years later, watching an adult movie with my wife, she would look at John Holmes and declare that nobody could be built like that and that it had to be trick photography. John Holmes had nothing on Grandpa though, and in fact I think Grandpa was bigger.

“Suck that cock, Anna!” Grandpa grunted as Mom peeled the foreskin back so she could lick the plum-sized head. “Make me hard so I can fuck you silly. Gonna have your ass today.”

“Please don’t Paul!” Mom said, sounding terrified. “Anything but that. You’re much too big. It hurts too much.”

“Quit yakking and start sucking,” Grandpa barked, grabbing Mom by the hair again and pulling her head backward sharply. “You know you want it.”

Mom went back to try to stuff as much of Grandpa’s enormous appendage into her mouth as she could while trying to move her hands up and down the shaft of the cock, which seemed really rubbery judging by the way it was wiggling in her grasp.

After a minute of watching this, Grandpa’s cock was still limp but to my shame, mine wasn’t, and as I watched Mom’s mouth gobbling that cock intensely, I popped another load into my handkerchief.

From above me, I heard a clap of thunder, and after that I began to hear some raindrops hitting the metal roof a couple of feet over my head. When the occasional drops became more like a staccato, I wished the roof leaked so I could quench what was becoming a powerful thirst.

“Come on you slut!” Grandpa said, taking his cock from Mom and slapping her across the cheek with the salami a couple of times before reaching over and pulling something out of his trouser pocket. “Put this on me.”

Mom took this small strap of some kind, which looked about as wide as a belt, and as Grandpa held his cock upright, Mom wrapped it around the base of his dick.

“Tighter you pig,” Grandpa snarled. “Tighter. Watch the hair.”

Whatever it was, Mom had that thing wrapped tightly around the base of Grandpa’s cock, and when she went back to sucking Grandpa it started to get hard right away. The formerly beige-toned organ was getting a reddish hue to it, and as it got longer and harder Mom really got to work on it.

Her hands were wrapped around the shaft right above where the binding was, and her mouth went up and down most of what her pumping and spinning hands could not take in. Mom leaned back a couple of times and spat on his penis, affording me a look at Grandpa’s erect penis, which I swear had to be a foot long by then.

“Up,” Grandpa commanded, and he reached down and helped her get to her feet before yanking the pretty nightie over Mom’s head. “Let me at these udders of yours.”

Grandpa’s long and bony fingers grabbed Mom’s pendulous tits and mauled them roughly, squeezing the very pliant globes so hard his hands seemed embedded in the tender flesh.

“You like this jugs manhandled, don’t you? Yeah!” Grandpa hissed as he grabbed Mom’s nipples and pulled upward, actually lifting them by their fat pegs, and as Mom cried out he lifted them higher, twisting the thick nipples as he did, until it looked like Mom was going to faint.

“On your back,” Grandpa barked, letting go of Mom’s nipples, which looked twice as big as they had been before. “You know what I want.”

As Grandpa practically threw my mother on the bed, I shifted my position so I could still see. I often went into my parents bedroom and nudged the bed a little closer to my observation post so I would be afforded a better view, but it usually got moved in the usual spot after a while.

Mom got onto her back, much like she did when Dad would mount her, but instead of climbing onto Mom like my old man did, Grandpa climbed onto the bed and faced the foot of the bed, straddling her face with his knees. My angle of vision was restricted to seeing Grandpa’s cock swaying in front of him like a third leg, crimson in color now.

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“I don’t know what to do though.” Sheryl confessed over the phone to her sister. “I mean, I. . . I don’t know. This is so odd. And weird.”

“Oh, come off it. So your son spies on you and tries to peek at you when you change your clothes. Really now, it isn’t all that bad. He’s just curious. What is he? Eighteen, nineteen?” Feeling odd not knowing her sister’s oldest son’s age.

“Yeah, nineteen.” Correcting her about his age. “Well it isn’t just when I am changing. He tries to peek on me when I am in the shower. Like, well, here. The other day I was showering and he came in and I knew he did saying he had to pee really bad. Next thing I know the shower curtain moves and I look down in front there’s nothing–“

“Ooh. Nothing? That little scamp!” Heidi laughed, hoping it would calm her down some with some inappropriate joking.

“Let me finish!” Cutting her off. “Well I look behind me and he was grinning before he hightailed it out of the bathroom. And also, and I hate this! He will walk right into the bathroom when I am peeing and look right between my legs. Though he can’t see anything, he can see the top of my hairs peeking out between my closed legs. Sometimes he walks in while I am wiping myself and though he cannot see anything but my hand between my legs. Still, it is awkward and weird! He tries to rub against me any chance he can get. Rubbing his hand or crotch against my butt as he walks by me in closed spaces like the hallway or in the kitchen; grabbing me by my hips sometimes instead of rubbing against me. Staring at my chest, and you know how developed we are in our heredity.”

“Oh, yeah!” Heidi giggled, looking down at her matured breasts, her cleavage running down and disappearing into her white undershirt out of view. “So what, though! At least you know he isn’t gay, right? He’s interested in women. Just, you know, his mom!” Sending out another light-hearted messing around joke hoping it would again get her to calm down and chill out about it.

“How can you be so calm about this!? It’s not right!”

“Oh, forget all that!” Heidi jumped in now, ready to have her say in this. “He’s a developing teenager on the brink of adulthood. Don’t worry if he is wanting to peek in on you. And also it is a nice compliment for you by having a young man so interested in seeing your body. Honestly sis, when was the last time you got fucked and still felt it the day after?”

“What on earth does this have to do with Riley?” Part wondering why does have to do with her son and the other part of her not wanting to answer that question since it has been a while since she has had sex outside of her fingers and toys in her bottom dresser drawer.

“Ok, well do you get turned on being the object of a young man’s fantasies?”

“What!? No! Oh, God, no! I don’t!” She lied. She does, she just doesn’t feel comfortable acting on it.

“Bullshit!” Heidi knew her sweet sister is lying about not getting turned on over it from her constantly saying no. “You do and you and I both know it!”

“Whatever.” Sheryl muttered, knowing Heidi now knows and turning red with shame and embarrassment over someone else, actually family, knowing her dark secret.

“Don’t worry about it. Rob used to do the same thing with me.” Stopping right there. Letting her words settle in her sister’s mind.

“What!?” Sheryl almost dropped the phone upon hearing how her sister had gone through the same thing with her own son. “Jeez! Why didn’t you just say that and then tell me what you did to get him to stop?”

“Because it would’ve been boring had I just gave the solution and leave it at that. Besides, I had to see if you enjoyed the attention or not before I gave the advice. And, well, since you do enjoy the attention I can give you the solution I did to get him to stop.”

“Well, what is it?” Asking, holding the phone closer to her ear now, heart racing, little bit of nervous sweat now beading on the back of her neck and forehead.

“I let him jerk off in front of me and either cum into a tissue or on my breasts.”

“What!” Shocked, feeling completely frozen, thinking of her nephew who is only a couple years older than her own son, jerking off in front of his mother — her sister — and cumming in front of her or on her. “What the hell!”

“Yeah. I know, I know. At first it was kind of odd but after a while it didn’t feel so odd and it really became fun. Quite the entertainment for the week.”

“I can’t believe I am hearing this.” Brushing her blonde hair behind her ears, hearing her heartbeat speed up. Picturing her nephew Rob jerking off in front of his mother before shooting hot, gooey cum all over her chest. Though picturing Heidi in a white low cut undershirt kneeling in front of Rob. Rob stroking his dick in front of her, a smile on her face, her eyes looking up at him with an approval of allowing her son to sully her with his cum. And right before she says something to keep him going before he freezes, face twisting in forbidden pleasure, hand still wrapped around his engorged halkalı escort dick, then a long stream of cum splattering all over her chest. Slowly seeping down her breasts, even between them, getting her shirt wet from the remaining shots of cum.

“Sheryl! Hey! You with me?” Bringing Sheryl back to reality from her deep thought of her sister getting cum shot all over her chest, big smile on both her and her son’s face ear to ear.

“Yeah.” Shaking her head, feeling her heart racing, pulse getting stronger to where she can feel the blood pump. And biggest thing is her feeling wet between her legs and getting hotter as she replays her nephew and sister doing such an act. Her thoughts of her sister and nephew slowly turning into her and her own son. “Sorry. Just really hard to take all of this in. I never would’ve guessed you would do something like that.”

“What can I say? I mean, I didn’t want to scold him and make him think sex and interest in women is wrong. And besides it gives him confidence to be with women more comfortably. At first he would shoot his load all over my face and hair and, yeah, a whole mess just because he couldn’t hold his load off. Now he’s like a pro.” Laughing at the thought of the first time Rob was allowed to jerk off in front of her. It wasn’t ten seconds of seeing her topless before he made an awkward face, shut his eyes tight and shoot his load blindly all over her blonde hair and petite, round face. Barely at all hitting her tits as it was supposed to be. “Just imagine he would have done that with a girl from school or something. Good God, he’d be eaten alive the following day or after the weekend when he gets back to school. You see where I am getting at here?”

“Yeah. I guess I do. I don’t want him being embarrassed and ruining chances with girls from school. God knows how they talk, and how some love to share the news with everyone else even though being told not to do so.”

“Just do it and give me a call in a couple of days, ok?”

“Yeah.” letting out a heavy sigh.

“Just do it! Bye. Love you.”

******

The next day while Riley is at school all Sheryl can think of is finding out her sister conducts in a incestuous relationship with her son by letting him jack off in front of her. Could it be all that bad? she thought to herself, vacuuming the living room carpet. Deciding to take a break and try and clear her mind of all this craziness she decided to take a break from cleaning the house. It is hot anyways, she thought.

Taking some orange juice and pouring it into a small juice glass. But hesitating on drinking it quite yet, she reached under the cabinet in the corner pulling out a bottle of vodka. Mixing some in with her juice. In seconds the glass was empty and filled back up again with the same concoction. Five glasses later, less mind boggling thoughts later, and best of all, less straight lace Sheryl to think of anything but how mind jumping happy she is! Feeling the warmth of the vodka hit her stomach causing some little heat ripples coursing through her body.

“Whew. Been a long time I can tell since I had some of you!” Sheryl told the bottle of vodka, taking a drink from it before capping it off and putting it back in the cabinet.

Unbuttoning her blouse and taking it off leaving her in just a bra. Quickly noticing how far her breasts push out leaving quite a bit of soft cleavage exposed, especially if she is to bend over. Her shorts, her comfortable shorts she wears around the house, elastic and really short. Letting the vodka take over she took hold of the back and pulled up on them exposing her plump lower butt cheeks. Doing a mock wiggle of her butt she felt them shake left to right.

“Just like the girls on TV.” She said to herself with a smile of self satisfaction, slapping her butt on the side before pulling her shorts back down over her cheeks.

Looking at the time she noticed Riley should be getting back soon and the vodka’s still in effect she knew this would be a evening he won’t soon forget. Continuing her cleaning she tried hard to pass the time quickly.

Finally! Sheryl screamed in her mind, still dusting the coffee table off she had cleaned earlier but she had this planned since after fifteen or so minutes of drinking the vodka.

“Mom, I’m home!” Riley yelled into the house, putting his bag down next to the door.

“In the den finishing cleaning up!” He noticed a difference in her voice, but figured she’s probably tired seeing she had cleaned the house today.

Walking to the den to at least get a look at her before he went up to his room to do his homework and all, he froze in the walkway to the den, just staring. Bending over enough to see down a sports bra that showcases her breasts so much her dusting the table is causing them to wobble back and forth to which ever direction she is wiping.

Sheryl does have a great body for being in her late thirties and having had a child. Plump in all that right places taksim escort on top of it. Her medium length, silky straight blonde hair flowing beautifully down past her shoulders ending evenly and straight across side to side. Ample sized breasts. A cute little chubby tummy that helps make her body look all the more soft and beautiful, especially how they help accentuate her hips, butt and legs. All around her body is a fit; but plump to be soft to the touch and filled out in all the right places.

“Come here, son. Give your mother a hug! I missed you today, I hate vacations when no one is here and I have no idea of what to do.” She said with a smile, open arms and leaning in a little bit so he can still have a pretty decent view.

Walking up to her, slowly, unsure of what this is or why. But seeing that she meant it and waiting, her eyes showing she is for real. For having been so uptight lately she sure is. . . I don’t know, he thought. But a chance like this, what she is wearing, not passing this up at all!

Embracing her, feeling her body wrap around his and his wrap around hers. He felt her breasts up against him, and — holy shit! he felt, feeling her push her pelvis into his crotch!

“Mmm. Yeah, make mommy feel good. Hug me, sweetie.” He felt how warm her body is figuring it is just because it is hot outside and with her cleaning all day. But no complaints. Just baffled.

“Umm, mom?” Pulling back some but still keeping his arms around her and still touching her from the hips down.

“What?” She asked, leaning in a little more letting her breasts brush against his body.

“You ok?”

“Never felt better!” Pulling him back to her, her breasts pushing against his body, and running her hands down his back she squeezed each side of his butt with both hands.

“Whoa! What is going on?” What he has always dreamt about and desired, he is unsure of what to even do despite all the scenarios he’d perform in his mind while masturbating.

“Calm down, honey.” Rubbing her hands over his butt, squeezing and massaging it, rubbing her crotch up and down against him. Leaning in she whispered, “How would like for me to strip while you jack off in front of me?”

The vodka holding a strong effect on her and allowing her to continue on despite her knowing how completely wrong this is. “What you say I get comfortable and. . .” getting down on her knees in front of her son pulling her shirt up past her breasts and over her head. Her bra-clad breasts looking firm, high and very bountiful in the white lace flower-pattern bra. Soft looking. Her cleavage looking softer the way they shadowed disappearing into her bra; pushed together with the bra holding them up, yet at the same time slightly hanging from being so full and big. Visions he had always dreamt of, masturbated about, and now sitting on the couch while his mother kneeling in front of him causing her to look up at him and him looking down to her. What in his mind is telling him he is in control if he played his hand right.

“Let me help you out of those, son.” She said, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts, and pulling them down to his knees along with his boxers. Her eyes widening at the sight of her grown son’s dick. It was partially flaccid when she first pulled them down, but upon exposing it and the first brush of her hand touching it it’s hard as it can be. So long and thick, she thought, eyeing it up and down. “How would you like to jack off for me? I have seen you peeking and everything else you do to just try and get a glimpse of me. Well, here I am!” Leaning back and pushing her breasts out towards him.

Without saying a word afraid he will ruin it by talking and bring her back to the moment where she sees clearly what it is she is doing with him, he quickly took hold of his dick and began stroking his cock. Watching with a smile while still leaning back Sheryl shook her shoulders back and forth to let her breasts in view above her bra to jiggle some for him. That getting him to stroke his cock all the more and at a quicker pace. His mind blank not even thinking about anything just looking at his beautiful mother and her wonderful bra-clad breasts.

“You like me doing this for you, my son?” She asked, leaning forward, placing her hands on his knees and lowering her head an inch away from the head of his dick. “I’m rather enjoying it. Gives me quite a relief and a thrill.” She whispered.

“Ohhh.” Feeling her breath hit his cock, making him shudder with delight.

Pulling back, smiling at him, “Oh, you like that, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Well come on and cum on mommy’s chest!” Squeezing her arms inwards making her breasts to push together and push forward. “You can feel them if you want. Just keep stroking that big cock of yours though. I want to feel your cum all over me!” The vodka really kicking in now, her sight slowly getting a little distorted. Still able to see alright though, just her judgment, it seems cloudy yet so nice and clear what it is she needs to şişli escort be doing.

“Oh, mom. What is this all about, anyways?” Finally finding his voice, reaching down grasping a breast from the side stroking his cock with his other hand without missing a beat. He’s quite surprised with himself. Being able to hold out this long without shooting his load all prematurely and all the horror stories he heard about.

“I don’t want you afraid to be around women like this. So I’m letting you do this and then when you get a girlfriend of your own one day you will be comfortable and not all nervous and shit. . .” Shit!? Oh, wow! She never said such a word around him like that. Such a dirty word coming out of her mouth. Without noticing he squeezed her breast hard upon hearing the forbidden word escape her mouth echoing in his mind outward. Stroking faster and faster. “Honey? You ok? You dazed out on me.”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” And without warning, between the vulgar word, stroking his dick and mauling her breast. Before he knew it he shot a load of cum without warning. Fuck! he screamed in his mind, shit! Where the fuck is the warning? he kept screaming at himself in his mind; his disappointment showing on his face. His cum continuing to shoot out over his mother’s chest. And face, from his mental yelling, he jerked his cock up and shot some cum onto her face.

“Oh, wow!” She exclaimed, rubbing her eyes where he had shot some in, luckily she closed her eyes before it hit. Wiping the cum off with a finger and opening her eyes, a big drunken smile went across her face. “Did that make you feel better? Not having to sneak around and just think of me, now you had me, felt me, and came on me.”

“Oh, yeah! That was great!” Still holding his cock. It hasn’t gone completely down but it’s firm and still pulsing.

“Good! So would you like for me to stay like this for dinner and rest of the evening? Of course I’ll wipe the cum off of me. I’m just talking about me in my bra and I’ll go and put some jeans on. Those tight ones I have. You know, the ones you always check my butt whenever I wear them. Yeah, I know about that, too! You’re not as sly as you think you are.” Letting out a little laugh covering her mouth with her delicate hand. Pulling her shorts off to give him a glance at her in her matching white lacy panties before heading to her bedroom to get her jeans. Before that she tossed her shorts at Riley.

******

Later that night after Riley had gone to bed he masturbated furiously over the events that happened earlier that day with his lovely mother. Sleeping soundly, his mind still on her in her bra and jeans, the cum he splashed her with, and the feeling of her bra covered tit.

Down the hall in Sheryl’s bedroom she is on the phone talking to her sister about what had happened. By now her vodka state of mind has went away. Only a little bit of guilt set in with her, most of all pleasure and a wet pussy settled in. Rubbing her pussy in little circles while moving up and down over her plump, fleshy lips feeling the inner sides rub against her fingertips each time she slides up and down in her circular motions. “Ohh, shit! You should have seen his eyes when he came all over me Heidi!”

“So tell me about it! Don’t just lie there and rub your pussy thinking about it. Out with it.” Heidi once again calling out veraciously her sister’s secrets.

“What?! I. . .” Finding it no use to argue. She’s right. Like always when it comes to this kind of thing. Hell, it’s her that got her to do it in the first place. With a little bit of help of vodka. “Ok. Your right. I am rubbing my pussy. About two steps away from hurrying to my drawer and pulling out my foot long thick friend and shoving it right inside of me!”

“Mmm. Yum. You dirty little slut and your toys. But stop stalling and get to it. How was it with your son and getting his cum all over you?”

“Great! Oh, my god. He was doing so fine until something and next thing I know no warning or anything! He just blows his load all over me. He stops paying attention and next thing I know I get two other shots of his cum all in my face. I mean all over!”

“Oh, shit! How’d he take it?” Heidi asked, pulling her nightie bottoms up and her panties down to her knees.

“I could tell from his face he was upset about it. Afraid he had ruined it all or something. But I complimented him and went around rest of the evening in just my bra and these jeans he likes me in.” She accounted to her sister, sliding two fingers inside her warm, wet pussy hole. Feeling her soft insides wrap firm around her two fingers. “Oh! And I did this thing where I talked close to his dick so he could feel my breath against his head. I think that really drove him crazy!”

“Ooh. That’s new. I’m just used to taking the whole thing in my mouth. By the way, what’s he like?” Heidi felt her pubic hair under her fingers, sliding through the soft hairs to her wet pussy lips. Feeling her wetness while rubbing up and down between her pussy lips. Thinking of her sister getting splashed for the first time by cum of incest actions.

“He’s huge! I mean, you know, not all unrealistically big. But you know thick and long. I couldn’t believe it when I first saw it after I took his shorts off. Oh, my! I thought about taking it in my mouth just to see how much of it I could fit in my mouth!”

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I woke slowly, peering blurily through my tangle of golden curls. Last night’s champagne started to make its presence felt in the form of a killer headache.

Moving slightly, I remembered what had happened and whose body was underneath me. After a successful graduation ceremony and an evening of fine dining and dancing, I had made love to my father. It had been a sensual, sexy and beautiful experience. My father’s hard body was supporting me now and his thick cock rested inside my pussy. I was no longer a virgin. I had given that gift to my father. He was reluctant to take it from me, horrified at the thought, but finally came to appreciate the love I felt for him.

I felt him stir beneath my tender breasts and I turned my head to look into his eyes.

“Morning Dad,” gazing into those sparkling emeralds. A mumbled response made its way through his sensitive lips.

The moment he recalled what had happened last night, I saw his eyes fly even wider apart and he started to apologize.

“Shhhh. Please Daddy. Don’t spoil it. I love you even more now than I ever have before.”

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the satin covered pillow. His hands slid around my waist and glided down over my firm cheeks. They massaged and fondled me, and I felt his cock stiffen inside of me. Suddenly, his hands stopped.

“Oh, Beth. I can’t do this with you. Please, get up and let me have a shower. We need to discuss this. Oh, my head!!!”

Groaning, he rolled me over onto the other side of the bed, extracting his dick from my tight hole with some reluctance but bound by his morals – incest was wrong.

He staggered into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. I heard the shower running strong and fast.

I rose from the bed and felt pain between my legs. My pussy was ultra sensitive and felt sore and battered. But I needed more. I was addicted now, and I craved my father.

Waiting a little longer, knowing that Dad loved a really hot shower in the mornings, I opened the bathroom door a sliver and slipped into the steamy, moist room.

Through the swirling clouds, I could make out his toned form leaning against the tiled shower wall. The water gushed over his muscled chest and trickled down his sculpted legs. He looked tired and despondent, his shoulders sagging, his head hanging to the side.

And I knew just how to cheer him up! I crept noiselessly up to the frosted glass door of the shower and let myself in. I pressed my body against his, curving my body around his back and butt. My hands reached round and touched his nipples.

Jumping with fright, Dad spun round to face me.

“Beth!” he roared. “What are you doing!”

“Calm down, Daddy. You’ll make our hangovers worse. But I think I know a way to forget all about them.”

“No, honey…” but the rest of his sentence was lost as I covered his mouth in tiny kisses. My wet pussy moved along his thigh and my breasts slipped against his broad, muscular chest.

“Please Daddy. It’s what I want, what I need.” My breath tickled his ear as I whispered my desire.

Focussing my gaze squarely on those mirror image green eyes, I sensed his resolve slipping. He leaned forward and thrust his mouth forcefully onto mine, kissing me passionately. Pausing for a breath, he moaned, “Oh my baby, my beautiful little bakırköy escort girl.”

He then resumed his exploration of my mouth, probing me with his tongue, drawing me into him and sucking my own tongue in his moist mouth. Our hands roamed restlessly over each other. I slipped my hand between our tightly pressed bodies and found his hard, erect cock. Working my fingers around that thick shaft, I pumped it back and forth, bringing it closer and closer to my aching, needing pussy.

Dad’s hands massaged my tits, pulling and kneading my receptive nipples. Little pinches and tiny twists and suddenly, I was there. I didn’t know if I could wait any longer, I wanted that cock inside me now. I pushed my hips hard against him, hoping to transmit my desire.

And to make sure he had no doubts, I cried, “Fuck me Dad. Fuck me, please!”

With a swift, smooth movement, he lifted me up and held me against the tiled wall. Slowly, he lowered me down onto his throbbing, eager shaft. I was so wet with pussy juice and water that he slid into me without any trouble or needing any force. A perfect fit.

Together we groaned our lust. “Oh yes, oh God, yes.” Holding tight onto his shoulders, he rocked his hips and moved that thick rod back and forth inside me. I could feel our passion and desire growing and exploding. Faster and faster he pumped into me, slamming his cock deeper with every thrust.

I was unable to speak, unable to form any intelligible words. I groaned and whimpered, encouraging him simply with movement and sound.

He was fucking his little daughter so fast now, I could barely stand it. In and out, he seemed to slide like lightning. Like the pistons in a powerful machine, his shaft plunged into my stretched pussy lips, hitting my womb deep inside.

Grunting with pleasure, I sensed he was almost ready to cum. And so was I. I was desperate to release my juice over him and experience his hot sweet sperm shoot deep into me.

Slamming and screaming, we fucked faster and harder until finally, it was there. We came in a glorious explosion, panting and kissing each other. His cum spewed in loads into my pussy as my pussy walls spasmed and drew every last drop out of that incestuous cock.

“Oh Daddy, fuck Daddy, I love you.”

“My Beth, my darling, how much I love you too.”

Slowing down, weak and wobbly, he raised me off his dick and put me back onto the shower floor.

“Get out now, Beth. Get dried and dressed and make your old Dad some breakfast. Then we need to talk.”

We parted with a final long, searching kiss and I did as he instructed.

Fifteen minutes later, he was seated at the breakfast table, playing with his scrambled eggs, listlessly dragging his fork around the plate. He smelled so fresh and clean. His blond hair looked darker, slicked back and still damp.

I watched him until I could bear it no longer.

“What is it Dad? What’s wrong? “

“Beth, sweetheart, I had hoped to spare you this story but I feel I have to tell it to you now, before things between us get worse. You need to know the truth.”

“What are you talking about Daddy? What truth?” I was starting to feel nervous and frightened. What on earth was going on?

He tenderly held my hand and led me into the lounge room. I curled up on our sofa and he relaxed into beşiktaş escort the reclining chair. Hesitating, fumbling, he began to speak.

“Beth, have you ever wondered why we don’t speak more about my family? About your mother, grandparents and cousins?”

“Not really Dad. I remember asking you about Mum once when I was about 7 but you looked so sad and distant when you said she had died, I figured it hurt you too much to speak about it. I can’t remember Mum, so I have never missed her or needed her. You have been everything to me.”

“Honey, your Mum has passed away, that’s true but it happened much later than you realise.”

“You mean she has been alive and you never told me? Never let me speak to her?” Indignant and angry, I was ready to fling myself on him and pound into his chest.

“Bethie, baby, let me start at the beginning and I hope I can do justice to the tale.

“My mother was only 15 when she fell pregnant with me. It was an accident – at that age it always is. But my father stood by her and they married. None of their parents was particularly pleased at the situation, however, they all pulled together and supported my parents, knowing how important it was to give this young couple the best of care.”

Daddy rose from his chair and came to sit next to me at this point. We held hands and softly stroked each other, close and at ease. I relaxed and listened attentively. He then continued his story.

“So my mother gave birth when she was 16 and dad was only 17. Young, but so in love and totally devoted to each other. For many years, everything was perfect. Sure, they struggled, scrimped and saved but they were happy. They had a little family and a little apartment and parents who supported and loved them.

“When I was around 8 years old, things started to change. My mother became withdrawn and depressed. She seemed unable to cope with me, with life, with anything. She spiraled down and down. It was barely noticeable at first, however after 18 months everyone could see she wasn’t well. She saw numerous doctors, therapists of all types and God knows how much medication she was on. Nothing seemed to help. The depression held her tighter and tighter in its grip. Our home changed. The shopping didn’t get done, dishes were left in the sink and everything felt dirty. My father did his best. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

“He started spending more and more time at work. Not knowing how to cope, how to help his sick wife. Day and night he was locked away in his office.

“I learned how to take care of myself as best as I could. I went to school, studied hard and tried my best around the house. But I felt so neglected and unloved. It hurt when I tried to make physical, affectionate contact with my own mother and she wouldn’t respond. She just pushed me away.”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks. My poor, lonely father. How awful! He wiped my tears away with a caring hand and resumed his monologue.

“After about 3 years, things improved. It was a gradual process but eventually, my mother had returned to her old loving self and my father was suddenly around more. I was so happy although a little wary. And for a few years, it was great! Life was fantastic. We played sport together, went on family holidays, and just enjoyed being with each other.

“And then, beylikdüzü escort oh God Beth, it started again. I was about 17 and my mother started to slip away. Only this time, she didn’t even try the doctors or medication. She grabbed the bottle and spent most of her time tipsy, drunk or passed out. And again, Dad drifted off. During the day I am positive he worked harder than ever, but nights? Well, I have suspicions that he was no longer alone at night.

“My parents didn’t make it to my high school graduation. I was totally alone. That was why I was so determined to attend your graduation. It is one of the most important events in a young persons life and I was unwavering in my desire to be there for yours. Nothing was going to keep me from watching you cross that stage and accept your Diploma, Beth.”

When I heard this resolution, I turned and kissed my Daddy squarely on the lips, playing with his mouth and stroking his cheek with my hand. “Thank you for being there for me, Daddy. I appreciate it and love you for it.”

“You’re welcome, Beth. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

“I managed to find some money and with grants and loans, went off to college. I came home every holiday to spend time with my parents and over that four years, I could see the improvements my mother was making. That terrible depression was lifting and she was breaking away from her alcoholic habits. When I saw my parents together, they acted as if there were teenagers again. They were totally in love with life and devoted to each other. It was bizarre the way they slid from one extreme to the other.

“Then, when I visited them during my senior year, I received the shock of my life. My mother was pregnant again! Can you imagine? She was 38 years old and 6 months pregnant with her second child. And she was glowing. Absolutely radiant. And my father, boy, you’d think it was his first child. Had they forgotten about me completely?

“My next trip home from college was my last. I had graduated and moved back to town. I rented a little flat and managed to land a job with the local gym.

“By now, my mother had given birth to a little angel. Her daughter was the sweetest, most cherubic child you could ever imagine. The first time I saw her, I fell totally and hopelessly in love. This little girl smiled at me, as if she knew exactly who I was and I knew my life would never be the same.

“I dropped in on the family every opportunity I had. The little angel just grew sweeter, happier and more lively with each visit. How I adored her! But of course, it didn’t last.

“When I was about 24 years old and my precious sister was 2 years old, that ferocious depression came back with a vengeance. My mother spiraled down much faster than before and alcohol and prescription drugs kept her company. I couldn’t bear the thought of that sweet, tiny girl being neglected and feeling unloved at such a young age.

“I confronted my parents and told them what I was going to do. My father just looked defeated and turned away. My mother didn’t even seem to comprehend what I was saying and the action I was taking. In a manner of speaking, I kidnapped my little sister. I stole her away from that heartbreaking situation and drew her to me.

“I was resolute that no matter what it took, I would care for and shower this beautiful creature with as much love as humanly possible.”

Daddy paused and turned to stare at me. Comprehension was dawning slowly in my overwhelmed mind.

“Do you understand, Beth? You are not my real daughter, you are my sister!”

As the word sister rang over and over in my ears, the lounge room faded away and became black.

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My name is Kelly, back at College for the last half of my junior year. I’m five feet six inches tall, about 125 pounds, with blue eyes, 36 C tits with hips and ass to match. A brunette, I often wear my hair in a pony tail. Enough about me. My story really began when I went home to Phoenix for Christmas last month.

The day after Christmas I slept late. I knew my parents were upset because they had to work that day. Standing to stretch, I felt the cool air on my butt as Dad’s old XL football jersey rode up my backside. Walking down the hall to the bathroom I heard voices coming from the guest bedroom. ‘Oh,’ I thought to myself, grandma and grandpa must just be getting up.

As I approached their room to say good morning the door was slightly ajar. I was surprised to see naked flesh moving on the bed. Quietly I peeked in to see granny kneeling at the side and over grandpa stroking and sucking his erect cock. Her beautiful gray head bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked.

Grandpa was a handsome gray haired man in his sixties, six foot four with a little pot belly and a dick to die for.

“O yes Momma… suck daddy’s dick… Mmmm lick it baby suck my old cock.”

Granny’s big tits hung down flopping against poppa’s side each time her lips slid down his shaft. She must be at least a 45 DDD. Her large aureoles and inch long thick nipples were a beautiful brown. Gramps was pinching and pulling them, keeping pace with her sucking.

Grandpa’s other hand slid to her plump ass and he began sliding his fingers up and down her butt crack stopping at her pussy and sliding in one, two fingers. He then slid a glistening digit in her rosebud asshole. As he jabbed them in and out Granny’s juices ran down his fingers.

“Come on you wonderful cocksucker… I want to taste that old pussy of yours. Move that fat ass up here so I can get a taste.”

Grams kept her mouth on his meat as she lifted her leg over him lowering her love lips to his face. Granny has a bushy salt and pepper pussy but her long hanging, puffy cunt lips were visible as Poppa buried his face between her ass cheeks and licked her sweet slit.

“Okay old man this big hard meat needs to fill my saggy snatch.”

She said as she lifted her lips from his purple headed cock. Granny slid her wet pussy down his chest, over his potbelly and on to his hard dick leaving a wet streak down his body.

I was so turned on by my grandparents, I was fingering my cunt and pinching my hard nipples. Granny sat back on his cock and began rocking back and forth.

“Yaha baby… ride my cock… fuck your old man’s dick…Oh your big bubble ass is so beautiful… with my cock sliding between your full cheeks… Fuck me old girl… be my whore. ”

“Dick me daddy… fuck your old grandmamma… Oh yes… Fuck your whore you old bastard… Oh .. Oh… Yes…yes… I’m cumming… I’m cumming on my daddy…OHhhhhh!”

Grandpa increased his pace as he held her hips and with one last lung shot his load in her sopping cunt.

“Oh momma… you still are the best fuck… Ohhh Yes..”

From my vantage point I could see cum oozing around Poppa’s cock still nestled in granny’s cunt. She reached down and brought her cum covered finger to her lips.

“Oh Ed your juices taste so good… let me clean you up.”

“Yvonne, slide your big ass back here and let me lick your pussy clean too.”

Granny slid her dripping pussy back over his body leaving a wet trail to his waiting tongue.

God.. I was so turned on.. Rubbing my pussy so fast I made myself cum and while I tried to muffle my sound Gramps may have heard something as he glanced toward the door and smiled.

*****

That night I was unaware of the conversation Mom and Dad were having in their bedroom.

“Scott, you know how you have been wanting to watch me get fucked by another man? And I told you I would consider it if I found the right guy?”

Scott nodded with anticipation and the beginning of a hard-on with just the thought of seeing his wife Alice fuck another man.

“Well, I think I found him.”

“Who?” Scott blurted out. “Who is he? Do I know him?”

“Yes… yes you do… It’s…It’s… Ed.”

“My Dad? You want to fuck my Dad?”

“Yes baby. I have always found him fun and sexy and spending time with him and your Mom this Christmas convinced me that he was the fuck halkalı escort for me.”

“My Mom!… Oh shit my Mom… She would never go for that… and if she found out..”

“Haven’t you told me you used to fantasize about her and when you were at home, sneak around to catch her undressing or naked?”

“Yes… yes I did.” A big smile came over his face as he talked about, “She has.. er had the biggest tits and such huge thick nipples. I used to dream about sucking them.”

Alice saw Scott’s cock straining against the cloth of his pajama pants. She released it and began stroking his shaft as he talked.

“And god her ass… It is…was…I guess what they call a bubble butt… I loved seeing her massive cheeks and big deep crack… I used to think about running my tongue up and down…” He stopped. “Oh… er. The few times I got to see it.”

“Man you’re really turned on talking about your mother… You letch, I’ll bet you think about fucking your daughter too.”

“Well to be honest… She is hot and…”

“Stop,… your getting me wet just listening to you talk about your mother and now Kelly. Hell… I’m the one you’re supposed to watch fuck your father.”

They laughed as Scott began undressing his wife who continued to stroke his steal shaft to its complete length.

“Besides.. Mom…”

Alice put her finger to his lips. “Don’t worry about your mother. I’ll take care of her. We are spending the day together and I have a feeling we will have a most interesting conversation over lunch.”

“Butt-fuck me Scott… fuck my ass just like you want to do your mother…”

Perhaps Scott was thinking about his mother or daughter or both while Alice was fantasizing about fucking her father-in-law but it was one torrid night of sex… The best in years.

*****

(Kelly was in her bedroom. She went to bed with her trusty vibrator thinking about what she witnessed that morning, fantasizing how she would love to suck Poppa’s big cock and feel his hot cum in her cunt.)

I must have fallen asleep as the next morning the vibrator was still in my tight little pussy. It was Saturday and I knew Mom and Grandma were going to spend the day shopping and having lunch.

Dad and Grandpa were to play golf so I would have the day to myself. I showered and while I was toweling off I heard Dad on the phone.

“Oh shit… really?… damn!… well okay I’ll be right in… Dad I’m sorry but there is an emergency at work and I have to go in.”

“That’s okay son we’ll play another day.”

I heard the door slam as Dad left. I tied the belt on my short silk robe and walked to the kitchen. This may be my chance to seduce Grandpa, I thought to myself. Poppa was in his robe rummaging around for something to eat.

“Hey Poppa aren’t you going to playing golf with Dad?”

“No sweetie, he got called into work.”

“Well let me make you some breakfast… How about pancakes?”

“Sounds good honey… My… you look awfully sexy in that short robe.”

In order to show Gramps a little ass, I bent down to the lower cabinet even though I knew the pancake mix was on the upper shelf. My robe rode up and I knew my butt cheeks were giving Poppa a good look. I leaned forward so my trimmed pussy was now flashing between my ass cheeks.

“Nope not there, maybe it’s on the upper shelf.” I said as I turned to see Gramps pushing his hard-on down and tying his robe tighter.

I climbed on a chair and faked loosing my balance. Grandpa reached up to steady me and his hand slid in the opening of my robe at my ribcage. As I straightened up his hand moved to my tits as his fingers flicked my erect nipples. His other hand mover to my ass and he began to rub and stroke my butt cheeks.

I smiled as I looked down to see his robe open and his cock rigid and ready for action. Stepping toward him I opened my legs to capture his long rod between them. I began to thrust my hips as my trimmed pussy hairs grazed the top of his penis. We kissed, he grabbed my ass and fingered my butt crack.

“Oh you little slut… You little prick teaser…You are special… Grandpa wants to fuck his sweet little granddaughter… Oh yes.. You are one hot little girl.”

I stepped back and took his throbbing cock in my hand stroking it from the hairy şişli escort base to crimson head. Poppa bent forward to lick and suck my titties while his hand slid between my legs and he fingered my clit.

“Oh baby… you have such pretty pink nipples… their so sweet…Ohh what a tight wet pussy…Hmmmm…”

I dropped to my knees and placed the tip of his dick on my lips. I ran my tongue over the top of his shaft while I stroked his balls with my long fingernails. Gramps moaned as I locked my lips around his thick cock and moved my head back and forth. He continued to rub my nipples with the open palm of his hands.

My cunt quivered as I tasted his pre-cum and sucked harder and faster. I felt his cock thicken and grow in my mouth. Sensing he was about to cum I dipped my finger in the butter dish on the table and slid it between his legs, up his butt crack and in his hinny hole. I pressed against his prostate (like my doctor-lover had taught me) as he was cumming.

“Oh god… OHHhhhh baby girl… I neverrrr… Ohhh shit!” Poppa unloaded filling my mouth. I gulped the first load just in time to catch his second shot. “I never… that is defiantly the best blowjob I have ever had… bar none.”

“Better then Grandma?”

“Yes but I’ll kill you if you tell her.” He said with a laugh.

Poppa pulled me up, his love juice dripped from my lips. I wanted to give him a taste of his sweet cum. We kissed, our tongues danced in each others mouth. He pulled me tight against him. I felt his semi hard dick press against my belly. As I moved up and down against it that wonderful cock it began to stiffen.

Poppa pushed me back on the table. Lifting my legs he leaned forward and began to kiss and lick my pussy. His tongue slid between my swollen lips as he explored my hot cunt with his tongue. He pressed his nose against my clit stimulating it with each movement of head and tongue. Oh.. I felt one… now two fingers slide in. My legs shook from all the stimulation… tongue… fingers… nose…

“Oh…Ohhhh Poppa I’m cumming… Oh Grandpa suck your little girls pussy… Oh.. Oh make me cum on you… daddy-daddy… I’m cumming…”

Poppa smiled, my pussy juices dripping from his face. He straightened up to show me his rod had risen and he rubbed it on the opening of my labial lips.

“Oh yes Poppa fuck me… fuck my pussy… fuck you little granddaughter… fuck me like you do Grandma.”

“So you were watching… You little bitch… I’ll fuck you…I’ll fuck you good… You’re Grandpa’s little slut…”

Poppa rammed his thick cock in my cunt. Oh it was so big and felt soooo very good. He held my legs up as he went deeper and deeper. I wrapped my legs around his body and thrust my pelvis back at him as he stood at the edge of the table.

“Oh shit Grandpa…haaa.. oh my… god… you… your… I’m.. I’m cum…cumming… again… I’m cum…OOoHHhh Poppa.”

My body shook as I had the most magnificent orgasm of my life… I’ve been sexually active since high school but no boy or man had ever fucked me the way Grandpa fucked.

“Oh sweet baby… your Poppa is going to fill you…Ohhh.” I felt the heat of his expanding cock just before…

“Oh Kelly… Here cums Grandpa!” My cunt filled with his fuck juices. It was wonderful!

His hot cum running down my ass, gramps took me in his arms. He laid me on the floor and kneeled over so his residue dripping cock was just above my head. My lips greeted the dangling dick. I felt his tongue lick our combined juices from my cunt. We held and stroked each other. Grandpa was so loving.

Later that day Poppy was going to look at some property and asked if I wanted to join him. I declined. I told him I wanted to call some friends and just relax.

*****

As the Chief Engineer Scott gets called every time there is a major problem. He was able to get the matter straightened out but had to wait an hour or two to make sure things continued to run properly.

Sitting in his office he began to reflect on the events of the previous night. How Alice wanted to fulfill his fantasy of watching her with another man by fucking his father. Then how exited he became with the idea of fucking his own mother. Then Alice brought up Kelly. He had to admit he has had fantasies of fucking his beautiful daughter, as far back as her high school sarıyer escort days.

Shit… what was wrong with him? He was getting a hard-on thinking about his mother and daughter. And last night, during the tremendous sex with Alice, he was thinking of his mother and sometimes Kelly. Was he a pervert?.. Scott’s thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone.

“Hello… Are you sure?… It has been two hours so I guess it’s running alright. Well then I’m going home. You can reach me by cell if any further problems develop.”

Driving home Scott could not get his beautiful, sexy daughter off his mind. God he wished Alice had not said anything last night. It just stirred up old urges he had successfully suppressed.

*****

Still feeling Poppy’s sticky sperm between her legs, Kelly decided to shower in her parents master bathroom so she could use her mother’s bidet. As she straddled the fixture she wondered to herself if her parents ever fucked in their bathroom. Her thoughts of fucking her grandpa led her to wonder how it would be to get fucked by her father.

Kelly’s nipples hardened and her pussy felt moist as she visualized her daddy bending her over the bidet and fucking her doggie style. She turned the spray full force on her pussy.

Scott arrived home and called out. He was not surprised there was no response since his Dad’s car was gone. He figuring they went somewhere. As he entered his bedroom he heard the shower running.

Looking through the partially open door he saw his lovely daughter straddling the bidet, spraying between her legs. She revealed a neatly trimmed small patch of wet brown hair just above two lovely pink lips. His heart and cock jumped in unison. He watched as she turned, displaying her tremendous tits with pert pink nipples and amazing ass. She entered the shower.

Scott’s urges and passion took over. He quickly tore off his clothes freeing his throbbing cock. His entry was masked by the sound of the shower. If Kelly freaked out he could always say he thought it was Alice in the shower. He slid open the shower door.

“OH .. No… Ohhh… god you scared me Daddy.”

Her body glistened as the water cascaded over and down the valley of her beautiful breast. Her eyes fixed on his blood filled rigid shaft. Scott made a move to cover his dick.

“Oh… Daddy don’t hide that magnificent cock… It’s beautiful.” She said as she reached out and stroked it with her soapy hands.

‘Oh god.’. Scott thought… ‘I’m getting a hand job from my daughter.’ He reached out and took her marvelous melons in his hands. Stroking, squeezing, pinching her hard nipples.

“Oh baby. I’ve just got to suck em.’

“Oh Daddy… please do.”

Kelly continued to stroke his cock. Then dropped to the shower floor and took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around his thick shaft as her finger squeezed and released his balls in rhythm to her sucking.

“Oh baby… daddy loves how you suck his cock… You have a magical mouth.”

“Cum in my mouth Daddy… cum in my mouth…I want to taste and swallow your sweet cum… Please.”

Scott needed no further encouragement. Just before he was to fill his daughters mouth she slide a soapy finger up his ass and pressed his prostate as she had done for his father that morning.

“OH.. baby girl… Ohhhh…god…” He exploded filling her mouth to overflowing. As his love juice trickled out of the corners of her mouth he said,

“Where did you learn that… Oh Kelly you have to be the best cocksucker in the world… Oh my god… oh my little girl!”

Kelly continued to stroke her father as he slid his fingers past her labial lips and finger fucked her, taking care to rub her clit with the back of his thumb.

“Wow girl you have one wet, hot and tight pussy.”

“Daddy… Daddy… I’m gona cum…Oh Daddy ..yes keep it up…Ohhhh Daddy.”

Kelly’s thighs tightened against Scott’s hand as she came.

“Oh baby girl. That’s it cum on Daddy’s hand… cum on Daddy.”

The excitement of making his daughter cum got Scott more aroused.

“Daddy your getting hard again. Fuck me Daddy… Fuck your little girl.”

With the shower continuing to flow, Scott bent his daughter over, leaning her against the shower wall and entered her from behind… Sort of a standing doggie style. His belly slammed against her butt as he rammed his rod into her willing receptacle.

“I’m cumming baby girl ..Daddy is unloading. Brace yourself.”

With a final surge Scott shoot his sperm into his daughters vaginal vessel.

“Daddy I came too…and I feel your hot juice all in my insides… Oh thank you Daddy.”

(Chapter two begins with Alice and Yvonne having lunch)

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Outside it was a typical hot, humid, Florida afternoon in early July, but it was cool and comfortable in the air conditioned Palm Beach mansion of the multi-millionaire, William C. Decker. William’s 18 year old son, Arnold, was sitting on the living room couch with his mother, Evita Maria Corazon Montez Decker, seated beside him.

Evita Decker was the beautiful Cuban mestiza who some 20 plus years before had married the “muy Rico Americano”, or as others said of her less kindly, she was the “spic tramp with the Solid Gold Pussy.” ‘They’ said the marriage would not last, but two children in the first two and a half years had carried the union along. The first child, a daughter, had been of little interest to Evita’s husband, but the second was the boy, Arnold, who would forever be the apple of his father’s eye. Whether William Decker might have otherwise shed his Hispanic wife was an open question, but the arrival of a son made all the difference. Arnold was to have everything his father could provide, and that included a full-time live-in biological mother to raise him.

Seated on the other side of a coffee table from Arnold and Evita, were three of Arnold’s classmates from his prep school. All were about Arnold’s age or perhaps a year or two older. They had arrived only the day before for a summer vacation visit. Crude and ill mannered (as her son’s friends so often were) Evita took an immediate dislike to them all.

How could such disreputable young men be from an expensive and presumably prestigious private school? Evita sometimes asked herself the same question about her own son. The Sullivan College Preparatory School for Young Gentlemen had accepted Arnold despite his previous academic failures and behavioral malfeasance. Evita suspected that the school was not so much interested in academic excellence as it was in ‘Young Gentlemen’ with wayward histories rich enough to pay an outrageous tuition.

Her three guests certainly seem to confirm that suspicion. The language from the other side of the coffee table was straight out of the gutter. None of the boys seemed to care in the least that a lady was present and listening to their foul mouths. All of them, including her own son, peppered their sentences with the f-word. If their extraordinarily raw dirty jokes weren’t indiscreet enough, they bragged endlessly, often in excruciatingly dirty detail, of their sexual exploits with a wide variety of women.

At first glance the scion of the Decker family would have seemed to have little in common with his three friends. For one thing he was clean shaven, his hair was cut short, he was dressed in pants that fit, and he was better looking. Indeed, Arnold Decker was quite handsome with dark hair, a straight patrician nose, a chiseled chin, and 6 feet of muscular frame. Given a closer look, however, he fit in quite well with his classmates. His language was quite as vulgar as theirs, and he was every bit the same breed of egotistical self-centered bully obsessed with sex.

For all of his 18 years Arnold had been doted over by his wealthy father willing to excuse his son of anything, however reprehensible or even criminal his behavior. That the boy had matured into something of a spoiled, arrogant, bully was not at all unpredictable even though his father did not seem to notice. Evita, however, had watched with alarm the deterioration in her son’s behavior and she could see it was accelerating.

This afternoon, however, Arnold was unusually passive, only occasionally offering a comment. He seemed distracted, hardly aware of the ongoing conversation. A coy smile never left his face as if he was listening to a joke that no one else could hear. Evita wondered if he was high on something. If so it would not have been the first time.

Evita was decidedly nervous and uncomfortable about the situation in which she found herself. The vulgar language and ribald conversation was embarrassing and distressing to her. Her son was unaccountably bombed, too ‘out of it’ to be have any concern as the conversation became ever nastier.

Then there was the way her three ‘guests’ stared at her. Evita was certain each boy was undressing her in his mind, imagining what she might look like sprawled naked on the floor with her legs spread, ready to be raped. How evil and personal that erotic vision must to been to burn its way into Evita’s consciousness where she too could see herself nude and waiting helplessly to be violated. Evita shuddered. It was not a comforting thought.

As the afternoon wore on Evita became more and more uneasy until finally she found herself on the edge of panic. Several times she gave some excuse to leave, but Arnold would not allow her to go. It troubled her that she could not make such a simple decision without halkalı escort her son’s permission, but lately, since ‘that night’, that is how things were in the Decker mansion. To have lost control over her own home was frightening, all the more so because Arnold seemed to have no boundaries, no restraints, when it came to this own pleasure. That smug smile across his face scared her. What did he have in mind?

She was not long in finding out. Out-of-the-blue Arnold brought the ongoing thread of conversation to an abrupt halt with a brusque order.

“Stand up mother!”

When the woman beside him didn’t move, he repeated his order, louder this time.

“I SAID, STAND UP BITCH! NOW!”

For just a moment, the older woman fidgeted nervously with the string of pearls around her neck, desperately stalling for time to think. “What is he up to?” she wondered. What ever it was, Evita Decker was distressed by the hard tone of her son’s voice. She had known for a long time that her son’s cruelty bordered on the psychotic, and she was fearful of what he might ask of her.

She had every reason to be. It had been only a week since ‘that night’. It had been on ‘that night’ when in a moment of drunken weakness she had invited her son to fuck her. Her husband had left the day before, on an extended business trip to Europe, and he expected to be away for a month. Evita had been angry and hurt that he refused to take her along. ‘That night’ Evita was bitter, drunk from too much wine, and aroused from watching an X-rated videotape. It was for a bit of revenge that a horny, intoxicated, and foolish wife had invited her son into her bed.

That had been a terrible mistake. Since ‘that night’ Arnold had made her life a living hell. Anytime she did not grant his every wish, he would threaten to tell his father was a slut she was, even to do so immediately by wire to Europe. Of course, Arnold’s insistence on his mother’s obedience included his continued access to her sexual favors, but that was only the beginning. Not satisfied to merely fuck her, the price for his silence was her total and absolute submission. Evita had become the sex slave of her own son.

After ‘that night’, Arnold always slept with his mother. As it suited him, even in the wee hours of the morning, he would awaken her and order her to service the rampant hard-on that seemed to be a permanent part of his anatomy. Nor was sex every night enough to satisfy Arnold’s incredible libido. At least twice during the day, sometimes even more often, this oversexed and constantly horny teenager would insist that his cowed mother suck him off, and /or spread her legs to make her pretty pussy available for his use and pleasure.

Evita had tried her best to resist. She understood quite well what she was being forced to do was both immoral and unlawful, but then how could she do otherwise? Arnold’s threat to tell his father of their affair was too real and too frightening to be ignored.

Yet, were things actually that simple? Was it only her fear of exposure that kept her legs spread, and her pussy available, for the pleasure of her incestuous paramour? Evita could not be sure. Could it be that it was her own desire, her own need to be filled with male meat, that had turned her into her own son’s sexual plaything?

Even though that it might be true made Evita feel guilty, there was good reason to ask the question. She had never before experienced the kind of soul shattering sex she was having with her son. As much as she hated to admit that truth, whenever she was wrapped in her son’s arms with his penis deep inside her, she was as helpless as a lost child. He never failed to light a fire in her pussy, and she consistently responded to him with orgasms that were infinitely more intense, and more pleasurable, than any she had ever enjoyed before.

Even when Arnold butt fucked her, his cock was an addictive drug to her. She had never considered anal sex before. She had thought of it as too painful and degrading to be enjoyable to a woman. It took only one night for Arnold to prove to her how wrong she had been. After that lesson, she would beg him quite shamelessly to fuck her ass. The words of her pitiful pleas still rang in her ears, a recording she could not erase.

“Oh Arnold please! Please, in my ass, give it to me! Fuck my ass!”

Arnold was a dominating lover, one who enjoyed humbling and humiliating his women, and who did so regularly to his mother with a special cruelty. True, her sexuality fed upon her submission to his abuse, but she was frightened, frightened of her inability to resist him, frightened that she was truly the slut her son so often called her.

“Stand up,” her cruel son had ordered.

Why stand up? What dirty shameful performance did he have in mind for her this afternoon? Whatever it was, he had forced her to grovel at his feet too many times for her to expect any mercy. In her panic and despair she asked herself “Oh God, how did I get myself into this?”

Yet trapped, and intimidated by the anger in şişli escort Arnold’s voice, Evita Decker had no alternative but to do as her son demanded. The three boys on the other side of the coffee table leaned forward, hardly breathing, as if waiting with anticipation for something Evita could only guess. She shuddered at the expressions she saw on their faces. These were not guests! These were predators! Predators on the hunt for female flesh! Would Arnold feed hers to their evil lusts?

Slowly she stood, tall and proud with her chin up, trying her best to hide her fear.

Evita Decker was no longer young. Her buttocks were broader now, and her breasts more full, as befitted a mature woman who had born two children. She had struggled hard against the erosion of time, however, and for the most part she had kept her weight down. True, her body had changed some, but her legs were still long and well shaped, and her muscles were firm and supple from a regular regimen of exercise at the gym. All in all, despite her 43 years, Evita Decker still had a shape that most women of any age would be pleased to own.

Nor was her body her only asset. With a little help from her hair dresser, her short bobbed hair was still jet black, and it framed a pretty face with the perfect pale skin, high cheek bones, and flashing black eyes she had inherited from her Spanish ancestors. Indeed, but for the small roll of ‘mother fat’ across her midsection, Evita was hardly marked by the passing years. Overall she was a striking woman who could have passed for 10 years younger.

“What is it Arnold?” She asked quietly hoping for the best. “What is it you want me to do?”

“I want you to show my friends your tits and pussy,” was her son’s answer. “I have told them all about what a sexy ‘bod’ my mother has. Now I want them to see for themselves, in the flesh.”

“No! Please Arnold! I can’t do that! Please don’t ask me,” the distraught woman begged. Tears welled up in her eyes. What kind of a monster had she borne and raised?

“Now mother,” her son smugly threatened. “They know what a slut you are. They have already seen the pictures. You do remember the pictures don’t you?”

Evita’s mind reeled. God yes! Certainly she remembered those awful pictures. Oh yes! Each photograph was as clear in her mind as if the offending images had been spread on the coffee table before her.

In the first set of four or five Evita was naked and astride her nude son, sliding her wet glistening pussy up and down over his hard upright penis. In each one, her son’s hands were on the full breasts that dangled over his chest, squeezing them, teasing her nipples, driving her to erotic distraction.

They say pictures do not lie. These certainly didn’t. Her eyes were glassy, her mouth agape, and the blank expression on her face confessed to the paralyzing passion that gripped her. Beyond any doubt, this was a woman in heat, a wanton slut enjoying every inch of the male erection that filled her pussy to the brim. It was no wonder that she had not been aware at the time that she had been caught in the act, and her lust documented on film for posterity.

There were others scenes as well, scenes equally explicit, and equally damning. Pornographic in the extreme were the close-ups of her cunt stretched to its limit around her son’s big cock. Another set of four photographs showed Evita on her knees and elbows with Arnold behind her pumping her pussy with his big cock. To be caught on film being incestuously dog fucked like a bitch in heat was bad enough, but that was by no means the worst of it. The picture clearly showed her head between a pair of shapely spread legs, and her mouth pressing down on a shaven cunt.

Those legs, that cunt, had belonged to her daughter Delores. Yes, Evita remembered the pictures. How could she possibly forget?

“Of course you do mother.” Her son was smugly sure of himself as he reminded the tormented woman of the terrible consequences of her mistake, consequences made all the more threatening by the hard edge in her son’s voice.

“Do you think your stuck-up friends at the Country Club will enjoy the pictures as much as my friends here have? And Dad? What about dear old Dad? What you think that crotchety pompous old son of a bitch will do when he sees them? Divorce you certainly, and throw you out in the street without a dime either if I know his lawyers.”

Arnold once more arrogantly demanded his mother’s obedience.

“We don’t want that now do we mother? Let’s all get along together. It will be so much better if you do what you’re told. Now! Bitch! Do as I say! Open your blouse and show my friends your tits and those pretty nipples.”

Slowly, button by button, Evita did as she was ordered. When the last button was undone, she pulled her shirt front open. She wore no bra and her breasts stood out proud and lovely with long sensitive nipples. A shrug of her shoulders and the blouse fell off her back onto the floor. Nude from the waist up, but too proud to cower, sarıyer escort she kept her head up with her eyes open and frozen on the boys staring lustfully at her bare bosom.

She could see the hunger in their eyes, and once again she wondered if her son would ‘pass her around’ to his companions as if she was some ‘biker bitch’ slave of a Hell’s Angel. That question, however, faded behind a flood of emotions more personal and pressing. The eroticism of being forced to show her breasts to these strangers had sent her imagination into an erotic spin that overwhelmed even her guilt and fear.

Momentarily Evita lost touch with reality. To be made to stand with her breasts on display before these three teenage hoodlums inflamed her imagination. Images of herself as the captive of barbarian pirates ran in front of her eyes. What would these awful people do with a helpless female? Surely they would make her their slut, and use her body for their pleasure, but how? Would one of them take her as his personal sex slave, or would she be community property, forced to fuck and suck them all?

“Oh God,” she thought. “Why do I think of such things?” Yet she could not help herself. The erotic images branded her consciousness, and set her on fire. To her dismay, she could feel her pussy becoming moist and her nipples growing hard.

“Now the skirt mother, lose the skirt!” Arnold commanded.

The big button on her hip guarded the three inches of zipper that loosened the waistband of the skirt. The button opened, and down came the zipper slide. The skirt fell off her hips into a pile around her feet. Evita Decker was now entirely bare except for garter belt, hose, high heels, and of course the string of expensive pearls that decorated her lovely breasts. The three boys watching her were very nearly ready to drool.

“Isn’t she lovely guys?” Arnold asked. “She is even more so when she is worked up a little. Let’s have her perform for us.”

Arnold turned back to his mother and demanded, “That’s pretty good bitch, but my friends would like to see more. Spread your legs and stick a finger up your pussy. Rub your clit with your thumb. No cheating tho. Remember, you are not allowed to get off until I give the word.”

Evita groaned with frustration. After Arnold fucked her ‘that night’, he had never again allowed her to orgasm without his permission. Controlling her orgasm was his special torture, but how could she possibly deny herself this time? Already she could feel a climax building in her ovaries. Ashamed as she was, she could not help herself. To be forced to pose naked before teen-age boys she hardly knew with spread legs and a finger hooked inside her pussy was somehow so excruciatingly erotic. It would not be long before Her orgasm came bubbling to the surface. Could she somehow hold it back? She knew she must, no matter how unbearable her need.

She wondered, “Oh God, what could be next? How else might Arnold use her to pleasure himself and his friends? Rape perhaps? Of her mouth? Of her pussy? Of her ass?”

Evita blushed a pretty pink from head to toe at the very thought of such an awful, unthinkable, but devastatingly erotic, future. As if reading her mind Arnold, grinned like the Cheshire cat and began to interrogate his prisoner.

“Tell me Mother, why aren’t you wearing panties and a bra?”

Evita hesitated only for a second before answering, “You know that you have forbidden me to wear bras and panties anymore.”

“Why is your pussy shaved. You didn’t shave your pussy when you were fucking dear old Dad?”

“Yes son, I know. I didn’t shave my pussy before, but I do now because you have told me I must.”

“Mother, shame on you! Only a slut shaves her pussy and then goes around without underwear. You know that. Are you a slut Mother?”

Brainwashed, tortured by guilt for the emotions that were overwhelming her, and desperate for the release of her pending orgasm, Evita had no defenses left. Bitterly she gave the answer she knew Arnold wanted to hear.

“Yes son, your mother is a slut.”

Arnold’s answer was both sarcastic and accusing. “Why then am I to blame that you are without underwear? Is it my fault you are a slut?”

He paused for dramatic effect, and then asked, “Should I show you the photographs again Mother? Was I forcing you to bounce up and down on my cock? Tell them why my penis was in your cunt. Tell my friends here the truth about how you seduced me. Tell them how you dropped your nightgown, let me feel your tits, enticed me into your bed, and took your pleasure on my dick.”

“No Arnold you didn’t force me. Your penis was in my cunt because I wanted it there. I wanted you to fuck me. I rode my pussy on your penis because I am a slut, and because it was so big and hard. I needed it so. It felt so good inside me.”

Evita answered in a voice filled with guilt. It was true! On ‘that night’ she had been the seducer. Without any pressure from her son, and without even his encouragement, Evita had stripped off her nightgown, fallen shamelessly into his arms, kissed him, and lifted his hands to her breasts. On her back with her knees up and spread, she had taken him by his wrists and pulled him down onto her body and between her legs. At the critical moment it had been her fingers, not his, that reached into his groin and inserted his big cock into her pussy.

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I had my daughter when I was a young 18 year old girl. This all came about because l was keen to try sex when I reached 18 years of age, so I paired up with a bit of a grumpy lad who I fancied at the time. Unfortunately he popped my cherry, filled me up with cream and 2 weeks later I had a bun in the oven. Grumpy disappeared off the face of the Earth so I was left to bring up baby June on my own.

June was a lovely child, she was quite clever and very friendly. She did okay in her exams, passed half of them and then it was time to find a job. She was having no luck so I approached my boss in the supermarket and she got a job on the tills. Meanwhile I met Oscar a nice chap a few years ago and we got married. So our family rose up to 3 members!

There was a good friendly bunch of workers at the supermarket. A real mix of personalities. There was two 60 year old men, three 21 year old lads, a deaf man, a man with learning difficulties, a lad with Turrets Syndrome (swearing illness) and an elderly black guy with no illness.

June had joined the company at the start of October and then within a few months it was time for the Christmas Party. A restaurant was booked for mid afternoon and then a drinking crawl was planned.

June at 18 was slim and beautiful. She had excellent taste in fashion but often showed a bit too much flesh. So it was that she wore a black low cut top and short tight ass mini skirt. Her long legs looked amazing in the outfit.

So we went out to “Munchies” restaurant and then to the “Warrior” Pub. I kept my alcohol intake down so I could keep an eye on June. We then went to the “Red Lion”, the “White Horse” and then the “Brown Star” pubs. June was getting a lot of attention and plenty of drinks. Firstly the two 60 year old men spent time chatting and admiring her curves and build. They sat next to her in “Munchies” and had a go at getting into June’s knickers. I just could not believe men that age would push their luck trying to bed an 18 year old.

In the Red Lion the three 21 year old boys took over chatting up June. They were more on the same wavelength and the same generation so had a more friendly conversation. They were interrupted regularly by the lad with learning issues who could not take his eyes off June. Obviously he had no issues identifying a suitable mate. He was nice but a bit dim.

After the Brown Star, Wilson invited us back to his house for a few more beers. We all piled in and a group of girls on their Christmas do tagged along also. The lad with Turrets Syndrome was quite shy but after a few drinks he had the Dutch courage to flirt with me. I called him “Cunty,” as he could not stop being rude. In the middle of conversations he would add “Grand Tetons” while looking at my chest, then “Gorgeous Ass” and “Tight Pussy” were all phrases he often said in between chatting. He was in my book being a cunt. Regardless of the fact he was diagnosed with Turrets Syndrome.

It was then that I noticed I could not see June anywhere. While I had been chatting with “Cunty”, June had gone missing. It was 1am now and I was feeling a bit drunk after “Cunty” had been making my very strong Vodka and Cokes for the last hour.

I walked upstairs and opened each bedroom door quietly. In the first room there were the two 60 year olds on the bed facing each other, grinning. Between them was a 20 year old girl on all fours. She had a massive set of naked boobs swinging back and forth. She was not a istanbul escort thin girl. Her big bum cheeks got flatten as the guy behind her rammed his cock in her. She was from the other group having their Christmas party. The guy in front of her smiled at me with his grey haired chest on show. Both his hands held the girls head still while he pushed his penis in and out of her mouth.

I backed up out of that room and quietly shut the door. I opened the next door and there was Roger. In the nude, laying like a star on the bed. Three women from the other party fully dressed all had a hand and a tongue on his very long dick. “Well I guess that huge cock would be a good thing to make up for having hearing loss.” I thought to myself, as Mount Vesuvius erupted blowing white lava all over the three women’s faces and hands with wedding rings on. Well not Mount Vesuvius it was Roger’s cock that erupted and the white lava was actually white spunk. Again I backed up out of the room and shut the door.

The third door opened quietly and there was my daughter June on the bed with Wilson. Both were kissing and fondling each other and both were nude.

Just then, a half out of her head June, opened her legs wide and Wilson’s very large black penis became visible after he lifted himself up with his arms. As his big rod was lowered towards June’s pussy, my reaction as a parent was to stop June getting her fanny pummelled by such a big black cock.

“Stop stop” I said as I rushed over to them.

“Please Wilson don’t take my daughter. You can have me instead. I am much more experienced and will make it the best sex you have ever had!” I was trying to win him over.

What saved the situation was that June now started to snore as she zoned out due to all the alcohol in her body. Wilson rolled June over to the other side of the double bed. Then grabbed my wrist and dragged me onto the bed under him. I lay still as my clothes were unbuttoned and removed. I didn’t join in or help as my bare tits came into view and my pussy was exposed next. I didn’t stop Wilson but did nothing to help.

“Hey girl! You said you would make this nice sex and you would join in.”

“Yeah well.” I said but then Wilson’s semi hard penis slid into my mouth. As he lowered his ass over my belly button his knees pushed my tits together and they encircled his fat shaft as he pushed his knob’s helmet in and out of my mouth.

His cock was amazing. It grew harder and bigger, I was focused on it so did not immediately feel a hand explore my pussy. Fingers slid into me opening up my flaps. A thumb worked my clit while an index finger ploughed up and down my love chute. Before I realised what was happening I had a massive orgasm. Then the big cock in my mouth pushed against the back of my throat, it spasmed milking the black penis. As my orgasm passed I zoned into a warm afterglow. Soon I was zapped out of the peaceful relaxed state, as the biggest and rock hard cock pushed its way into my pussy. I gritted my teeth and thought about me saving June from this painful experience. Tears welled up in my eyes due to discomfort but Wilson kept pushing into me. The headboard of the bed we were in, started banging the wall behind it.

Eventually a pair a black bollocks hit my vulva as the full length of Wilson’s rod was up my chute. He held his rod deep in me to get my pussy ready to be pummelled to hell and back. avcılar escort He used his penis muscles to press and push against my tunnel walls. I had never felt anything like that before. It kicked off the second orgasm as his mammoth tool began its task of sliding in and out of my love tube. I came a second time my back arching upwards allowing his cock to push even further inside me. As the pleasure coursed through me I felt something give way and Wilson’s knob travelled even further inside me. He pushed so hard his balls were pushing my lower flaps apart as they started to enter my passage. Then I felt hot spurts of liquid deep inside me. Was he in my Womb, or is it Uterus or Cervix I don’t know about these things but I do know for the first time after getting spunked no sperm dribbled out of my slot.

Wilson’s cock stayed hard and he fired his sperm deep inside me three more times that night. Whenever he made moves towards sleeping June I waved my finger at him, and whispered “No you don’t!”. He then mounted me instead. I opened my legs wide as he enjoyed pushing right through my pussy. I had so many orgasms I lost count. The final time I was filled with sperm my legs were held above my head for five minutes.

“What are you doing Wilson?” I said as he pinned me down. “I am 40 years old in a few months and the menopause has started you can’t get me pregnant.”

“We will see about that.” Wilson replied. Eventually June and me got up and dressed a got a taxi home and sneaked in the house at 7.30am and did not disturb Oscar so we could tell him we got home at around 2am; a white lie to keep him happy with me.

June was back in work two days later, strangely I found I had no sperm came out of my cunt. I’d been totally filled by Wilson, so where has it all gone. Apparently a woman’s body can absorb male sperm and draw protein out of it. What I didn’t know is that sperm inside a women can live for over a week as long as its stays warm. I got stomach cramps a few days later. With hindsight that was an egg moving into my womb to be fertilised by Wilson’s sperm which was still sat in my sex parts.

When June came home from work she looked very rough. Her hair was everywhere her clothes creased and she walked with bow legs like she had been sat on a horse all day.

She was off work for a few days with stomach cramps before she felt able to go back to work.

Life moved on as normal. I occasionally had rude dreams about the things I saw in Wilson’s bedrooms. Both June and I were unwell in the mornings for few weeks which we put down as a virus.

It was late in February when I noticed June getting a bit of a belly and her boobs were enlarging. Then I noticed my bra cup size was too small also my breasts where expanding. It was the end of March when we both worked out that June and I were both 3 months pregnant.

“Oh shit!” We said together simultaneously. “Who did you Mum?” said June. “My husband of course!” I said angrily. “Who knocked you up madam?” I shouted at June.

She ran upstairs to her room. I eventually went up and she gave me the low down on what happened.

When Wilson was giving me multiple orgasms with his big cock. June woke up and watched the pleasure on my face. Every time she thought I was asleep she poked Wilson to make love to her. Every time he tried I intercepted him. That was why I got shagged all night.

When June went to work two days after the work şirinevler escort party, Wilson took June into the supermarket empty warehouse and shagged her senseless. That was why June was so dishevelled when she came home and why she was off work sick for several days. Wilson had fertilised my girl.

June started crying. “Mum I understand now why you put yourself forward to Wilson to protect me. It was so painful for ages to have his cock in me. It was worse than toothache. But he kept going he pushed in and out gently and I orgasmed continuously as he fired his cum inside me. I had intended to get those next day contraceptives but I couldn’t walk for days due to the hammering my pelvis had.

Oscar was happy we were pregnant but he was not pleased June was up the duff. Who had knocked her up he asked repeatedly. She had to answer she didn’t know which made her sound like a slag.

Time passed again. Then in September our shift times were changed. June and I with our large pregnant bellies walked in store and there was Wilson smiling at both of us.

“You look so nice you two!” He put his arms around us both and took a selfie. “You must be due anytime now.” Wilson said.

“Yeah” I replied. “I’m past my due date. June is due a few days from now”.

Both me and June were gagging for sex. When pregnant girls become horny. Wilson knew this and suggested we three go for a cup of tea.

The canteen was empty. June waddled off to fill the kettle and get cups organised. Meanwhile Wilson dropped his trousers zip and pulled his cock out. I could not help myself as I kneeled on the floor and sucked him. His cock swelled up and became fully erect. I heard a tray placed on the table and then another tongue licked Wilson’s knob. I opened my eyes and saw June working her mouth all over Wilson’s cock just like me.

” So you are a few days late?” Wilson said to me as he put his hands under my arms to lift me up. June stayed sucking that cock. He passed me a cup of tea off the tray June had carried in. After a few swigs he took the tea off me and put it back on the tray. He bent me forward over the next table and lifted up my skirt.

“Oh yes!” I said as I had wanted his cock so much for so long.

He pushed the crotch of my knickers to the side and pushed his rod in. It felt amazing for a few seconds then my water broke. He bent June over the desk next to me and with no waiting his rod filled up her hole. Again 3 swift deep presses and then a pop. Water flowed out between both our legs.

“I had better call an ambulance.” Said Wilson.

June and me were in beds side by side in the Maternity Ward. Oscar had been in but soon left very angry. Wilson was now sat between us holding both babies. One in each arm. Both babies were boys and black. Wilson was definitely the father of both. The nursing staff looked at him, then the two of us.

“You made a mother and her daughter both pregnant?” Asked the night nurse.

“Yes” said Wilson “Its my specialty to get mothers and daughters pregnant. I just love doing it.”

“So these babies are half brothers?” Asked the same nurse.

“Well no!” Said Wilson. “The baby June gave birth to, is the brother of the baby which her Mum delivered. But her Mum’s baby is an Uncle and a brother to June’s baby. I call him a “Bruncle” because he is both. A brother and his uncle at the same time.

Wilson grinned happy that all the staff on the ward knew he had fertilised a gorgeous 18 year old girl and her Mum.

“When we leave here,” said Wilson “We will be trying for a sister and an “Aunter.” That is a baby who is both an Aunt and a sister!”

We both moved in with Wilson and 3 months later we both had the start of swollen wombs. We were both pregnant again!

The End.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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A Stable Family

“Mmmph, oh…”

Helena groaned and rolled her hips back onto her father’s cock as he ground into her, breasts heaving for lost breath. His softening cock slipped from her even as she whined, the dragoness gyrating her hips and lifting her tail up even higher as if that would be enough to entice her father back into her.

The cougar, however, was spent – at least for the moment. Panting softly, black lips lifted from his teeth, he leaned into the barn wall, tucked into the comparative privacy of the wash stall on the end of the row of indoor stables. Dust and straw tickled his nose and his whiskers quivered as Ropes held back a sneeze, tan tail lashing the air. But he was not agitated in the slightest, but rasping a soft purr as he reached for his dragoness daughter, all red scales and beauty.

It didn’t matter that his wife was back in the ranch house, probably reading, while he fucked their daughter. Helena purred and threw him a sultry look, paws groping and squeezing both pairs of breasts, the yellow scales covering them making one of her most feminine features stand out in striking definition. The mane of like-coloured hair running down part of her neck highlighted the effect, yellow and red coming together in as stunning a combination as they always had with her mother, but there was something altogether more alluring about his daughter that Fyr simply could not match up to.

“Come on, Helly,” he chuckled softly, letting her come into his arms with a soft mewl, nuzzling at his neck. “You know we can’t hang out here forever. They’ll start wondering where you are eventually, even if she’s used to me going off on my own from time to time.”

The dragoness pouted prettily and folded her arms, although she only managed to cover one pair of breasts.

“Hiss doesn’t care, dad, he just lives to annoy me. And mom won’t care if we’re out longer, she’ll just think I’m with you.”

The cougar frowned minutely and shook his head. It was one of the first flickers of concern for their activities that Helena had seen from him, though she could not feel the same, naked from head to toe with his cum trickling lewdly down her inner thighs. Shuddering, she ran her paws down his chest, nuzzling and nipping playfully at his throat. No, it was much more fun to not play by the rules, to enjoy themselves regardless of what society would tell them was right or wrong.

Cheating didn’t come into it either when it was all within the family, right?

But Ropes had his mind on other matters and disentangled his daughter from him gently as the horses nickered softly further down the aisle.

“Alright, Black, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

He spoke soothingly to the dark stallion, an inky black as fierce as a night sky devoid of stars, and the beast snorted, pawing at the ground.

“Helena, they need feeding,” he said firmly. “Whatever we’re doing, whether this or other chores, the animals come first. You’ll remember that, won’t you?”

Helena rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“Dad, it’s not like I want to run this ranch one day. You’ll be around for ages yet, both you and mom. You’re not going to be passing it off any day soon and I don’t want to live out in the middle of nowhere!”

“And you’ll change your mind after you’ve seen what it’s like in the city, living there permanently, if you do make it over.”

“Of course, I am,” she shot back, brushing off any chance in the back of her mind that she might not have achieved her dream of moving from the country. “That’s not the question, but I thought you’d want to take the chance to spend as much time with me as possible before I’m gone.”

The cougar smirked.

“Oh, Helena, I’d love to spend every minute of my time with you, as long as I get to be buried in your sweet cunny for hours on hours on end…”

Grinning, the dragoness wiggled her buttocks at him, tail swishing languidly from one side to the other.

“Now that’s more like it! You feed…” She bent over sinuously at the waist, showing off for him. “I’ll get things, um…tidied up here.”

She was clearly putting on a show, tail lifted to show off the messy creampie of her sex and Ropes made no qualms about enjoying the show as he tossed flakes of hay and dropped in the pre-prepared feeds for the Quarter horses stabled on site. They were good, strong mounts for getting them about the ranch, but he’d never expected to end up with a stallion on site, preferring the calmer temperaments of geldings for work. But Fyr hadn’t been able to bring herself to geld little Black and so he’d grown up into a fine stamp of his breed, strong and agile and an asset to the ranch. It was only a shame he couldn’t go out with the other horses, but they were quite sure that he enjoyed his stud duties with visiting mares nonetheless.

Running anadolu yakası escort his paw down the length of the stallion’s face slowly, Ropes cast his eyes over his daughter, a low growl rumbling from his lips. Black snorted distrustfully, following his gaze and swishing his tail as if he expected the cougar to be responding to danger, but there was nothing there but the dragoness, pussy still slick and wanting with her father’s cum.

“Something got your attention there, boys?”

Helena chuckled, shooting them a sultry look as both stallion and cougar stared at her, seemingly transfixed. And then she too paused, looking over the stallion that had been in her life for years with a new, hungry light in her eyes.

Oh, the thought was wrong, but she wanted it all the same. And Helena wasn’t one to let the taboo nature of something stop her in her tracks, the dragoness reaching for ever-increasing heights of debauchery with a wicked thrill in her father’s arms. That, of course, was not the extent of her sexual activity, but the stallion looked like a mythical creature in the dim light of the barn, head lifted as he chewed a mouthful of hay and seemed to cast his speculative eye over her too. Helena shivered. Perhaps he was assessing her suitability to be his mate, if temporarily, too. Or maybe he just smelled the thick aroma of Ropes’ cum on her, a well-bred female that was clearly still very much ripe for the taking.

She was on the edge of giving in when the equine nickered, stretching out his neck to her as his upper lip wobbled agreeably. It was the flick of his tail that did it for her though, the dragoness lost to the notion of just what that colossal shaft of his could do for her.

Helena grinned, her father moving around her to collect his clothes from where she’d draped them over a bale of straw. Well, if her father wasn’t up for another round just yet, maybe she knew someone with an even bigger cock who would be up to breed her!

“Hey, dad…”

The cougar shrugged back into his denim shirt, front hanging open as he left it draped loosely from his shoulders.

“What, darling?”

“Have you ever wanted to see a horse cock in your daughter?”

He started, whiskers twitching.

“Now, Helly,” he said slowly, though there was a fresh light in his pale eyes, devoid of pupils, as his tentacles bobbed curiously on either side of his head. “You know a stud stallion like Black, or even one of the geldings, will be a lot bigger than me. I’m not sure if you can handle something of that size.”

The dragoness smirked and rocked back on her heels, tapping the side of her muzzle.

“You didn’t say no. You didn’t say no outright, dad.”

Shaking his head, the demon cougar’s lips twisted as if he was trying to seal away a smile behind them.

“Do you not think I’ve been your father for long enough to know that you’ll do it whether I tell you not to or even agree with it?”

Although his tone was stern, the cougar’s eyes danced and a tentacle flitted out to stroke her cheek. Without thinking, Helena leaned into it, lips parting obediently when it nuzzled over them to take the tip of the tentacle into her mouth and suckle softly. She moaned around it and Ropes shuddered, the barn taking on a darker, sultrier quality as heat spread through her loins, excitement and anticipation building, woven together like a vine and the host plant.

But her attention was not for her father at that moment in time and Helena pranced away, leaving his tentacle moist with her saliva and a smile on her lips as she took in her new stud of the evening. Darkness filtered through the high windows, bats flitting by the rafters as they made their way out into the night of hunting, but she paid them no mind as she let herself into the stallion’s stable, confident in her movements around him. It was hard not to be comfortable around the stud after working with him for so long, even with her father and mother guiding her, over the years. And Black knew her too, whickering softly as he butted his head softly into her shoulder.

“Hey there, pretty boy,” she murmured to Black, letting him sniff her paw. “Fancy some fun? I know I’m not like those mares we’ve let you at lately, but, I promise you,” she grinned, “I’m tighter!”

Whether he understood or not was beside the point as the stallion dropped his head sharply to her neck, snorting and whuffing as if he knew exactly what the dragoness had been up to. Acting in a fashion most unlike a stallion, he licked her scales, evidently liking what he found there as he lipped her hip and nuzzled her crotch, accidentally flicking his tongue out just in time for the fleshy appendage to tease her throbbing nub of a clit.

“Ohhhh…”

“I take it you like him then?”

Ropes leaned over the half-door, a smirk playing across his lips. His daughter groaned, eyes half-lidded as smoke curled from her nostrils, the stallion finding something he liked in the sweet tartness of her sex. He snorted heavily and shoved his head more urgently against her, tail lashing and flicking as if he was out in the ataşehir escort field at the height of summer, swatting away flies.

“Oh, he’s amazing…” Helena breathed, fighting to get words out between her moans. “He’s…so strong and big… I never looked at him this way before.”

Her father grinned and opened the door, sliding the bolt back with a rasp of metal on wood.

“Bring him out here then, he’s ready for you. And I’ve set something up here that’ll make it easier.”

Shakily – why was she trembling so terribly all of a sudden? – Helena clipped a lead rope onto his halter and slid the leather around behind the stallion’s ears. Snorting, he pawed at the ground, kicking up wood pellet bedding, and she reprimanded him without thinking with a quick flick of the rope.

“No! Don’t do that!”

He knew the command and yet Black shoved his head into her again, his attention on something more that the dragoness could provide for him in her current state. But it was not until she led him from the stall, shaking pellets from his tail, that she realised that the stallion had not been entirely unaffected by her situation and perhaps too what her father and she had been getting up to.

His cock hung hard beneath his stomach, jerking up to his own belly as if to masturbate. Helena gulped hard. Although she’d seen his cock before, she’d never really paid it all that much attention other than to make a face and cluck her tongue at the stallion’s irritatingly one-track mind when he wasn’t working, for he had the capability to run as a proper work horse if only he kept his brain between his ears. The pink and grey length twitching and throbbing, however, told her quite clearly that the stallion wasn’t thinking about work at that time unless it was concerning his stud duties.

“My…” She murmured, momentarily lost for words. “You’re bigger there too… Never really…”

She didn’t hesitate though, dropping the lead rope as she folded to her knees. The hard concentrate beneath her scales didn’t bother her as she nuzzled up the length of that glorious shaft, licking and kissing and suckling every inch of pliable skin she could reach. His balls begged attention too and she lashed her tongue softly over each of them in turn, Black’s orbs full and heavy and churning with cum that she yearned to taste.

Helena shivered. Would he be more potent than Ropes? And, whereas anthros, of course, could get one another pregnant, could a feral horse do the same to her? Not that that was going to stop her, but the dragoness whined and lapped adoringly over the huge cock before her, tail lifting and flagging as if she wanted to be filled right then and there. He was massive, larger than even her largest toys, but nothing, not even her father’s concern for her wellbeing, would stop her from taking every last inch of his cock.

“Come on, Helly, unless you’re chickening out,” Ropes mocked her playfully, directing her attention from the horse’s thick shaft. “You wanted to take this, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” she murmured, distracted by the length she was intent on taking into her mouth, at least for a little while, before he claimed her pussy. “This is… Oh…”

She gulped the unflared tip of his cock into her maw and moaned around it, the tip of her tail flicking in concentration as she eased her head down to the medial ring, lips just barely brushing it. Even with her long, draconic muzzle, it was a stretch and Helena’s eyes rolled lustfully back into her head as she wrapped her slender tongue around the length of cock, the stallion grunting and nickering above her.

“Good boy, there’s a lad…”

Ropes patted the stallion’s neck gently, waiting none too patiently for his daughter to be done with preparing the already hard and eager stud for his duties. Black, however, didn’t seem to mind the attention one bit as he pawed and jigged a hoof in the air, his long mane spilling beautifully down the arch of his neck. Releasing his cock from her lips with a lewd slurp, Helena gasped, eyes simmering with lust as she could not help but reach between her own legs to rub and tease her clit, more of her own arousal than Ropes’ cum gleaming on her pussy lips.

Turning her gently towards the arrangement of straw bales – enough to allow her to take the stallion with a little bit of quick improvisation – Ropes grinned and winked, bopping his daughter on the end of her snout with a tentacle.

“You ready, darling?”

Nodding meekly, Helena crawled onto the bales of straw that he’d set up for her, laying her chest over the highest one with her legs spread apart. Black tossed his head and threatened to rear, only kept on the ground by Ropes’ firm paw on the halter.

“Steady now, boy, come on now…”

Helena braced and held her breath, tail up and over her back. Hooves skittered on concrete and then he was on top of her, the muscled work horse grunting as he sought out her entrance. There was no foreplay for her, bar what sweetness her maw had provided the equine with, but Black was about to give her the ride of her life. Pressing her cheek to the straw, Helena ümraniye escort sucked in a breath just in time to brace, the stallion thrusting and jabbing as he tried to ram into her.

But he couldn’t aim – she wasn’t a four-legged mare of his kind! He snorted, pressing Helena’s tail painfully up over her back – too far! – and Ropes intervened quickly, grabbing the stallion’s cock with an expert paw to direct it to just the right spot. The tip caught and then the horse was in, scooting his hind hooves forward with a pleased flick of his tail as he crammed half his length into the cougar’s tight daughter.

The dragoness moaned, unable to help herself. His cock thrust in as if he’d been made for her pussy, although his initial, grinding jabs hadn’t been the most pleasant. Her heart warmed with how quick Ropes had been to help her out, but that was as far as the cougar went when it came to handling the horse’s shaft, leaving the rest to Black. And Black was only too keen to make sure his strange new female was well bred and well seeded.

Nickering and giving a strange sort of grunt that seemed to reverberate up from his barrel, Black nipped sharply at the dragon’s shoulder and worked his hindquarters, tail proudly flagged and lifted for the attention of anyone who cared to take note of his display. For he had a fertile breeding female beneath him and everyone deserved to know just how much of a stud he was! Helena groaned and clenched her teeth, the stretch and strain of taking such a large cock so deep making her head spin, but she could do not but relax and grip onto the twine in the bales, hoping that they would remain steady beneath her as the stallion thrust brutally and shoved them across the concrete a few inches.

“How good does he feel, darling?” Ropes smirked. “You always were a bit of a size queen when it came to toys…”

Helena was too wrapped up in the stud on her back to answer. His stomach vibrated lightly against her back, the straw itching her breasts, but none of that mattered to the lustful dragoness, intent on her pleasure. Her pussy stretched into a lewd ‘O’, sealed tight around the horse’s cock as he rammed in, driving into her with sharp, jabbing thrusts that hardly seemed to draw back very far at all before ramming in once more. For the stallion was indeed reluctant to give his breeding ‘mare’ too much freedom lest she make a bid for escape before he was good and done with her, teeth sinking lightly into her shoulder just to make sure she would not so easily get away.

Grunting, Helena pushed into his teeth, the flicker of pain mingling with pleasure as his cock reached places inside her that no anthro cock ever would again. The tip rammed up to her cervix, wedging in as deep as he could possibly go and the stallion wasted no time at all in thrusting and grinding into her, humping in those short, driving equine thrusts that would bring him to orgasm speedily. For a prey animal, speed was of the essence, but that didn’t mean Helena couldn’t enjoy his brutal fucking while he was on top of her.

The dragoness cried out, oblivious to her father watching her with the biggest smile he’d worn in weeks plastered across his muzzle, tentacles weaving into one another in their excitement. Black didn’t care for her comfort or pleasure, but his cock thrust over her G-spot with every stroke, clit pressed into the touch of the straw while he claimed her. There was nothing the dragoness could do, already in such a state of need, to be fucked to orgasm with the scent of sweat and virile male flooding her nose.

Her head rolled back and she screamed as he slammed in with the hardest stroke yet, stars erupting in the inside of her lowered eyelids. A leg kicked out, but the stallion was not dissuaded from the task at hand (hoof?), fucking her with what would have been renewed determination if he’d been an anthro and capable of such thought. He grunted, her pussy clutching and squeezing and sucking at him as if to draw his shaft deeper, tip flaring and betraying the flood to come. But Helena could not have expected him to cum as much and as hard as he did.

The first spurt of hot seed splashed into her a moment before the stallion neighed loud and proud, tail flagging as his balls swung up to her crotch. As he filled her, those massive orbs bounced off her scales and Helena pressed her snout into the straw, clinging to the bales and scraping her claws roughly through them just to retain some sense of herself as wave after wave of climax swept through her with a similar force to the tidal wave of cum flooding her pussy. Of course, that was probably an exaggeration but, to a dragoness experiencing her first fucking from a hot stallion, she may have as well been filled to bursting point.

Her cunny couldn’t possibly hold every last drop of his cum and it oozed viscously from her strained pussy lips as the stallion rested on top of her, recovering his energy before dismounting. There was no ceremony or love in his release of the dragoness, teeth leaving a loving imprint in her shoulder as he slipped back, all four hooves once again landing on the concrete. Although her head spun, Helena had the presence of mind to grab the dangling lead rope and stop him from making his way off elsewhere as his drooping yet not soft cock hung below his stomach. Helena shuddered, chest heaving as her tongue hung lustfully from her maw, his cum drooling from her messy pussy as she tried to squeeze down on nothing.

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