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I stood looking in my full body mirror. I catalogued my appearance starting from my size 9 feet to my very long hair.

I am tall, 5’10. I have very long well defined legs. My bum is firm and round and my hips are kinda heavy making my waist appear smaller than it actually is. My tummy is tight and trim. I have very large breasts that sit just right on my chest. I have a beautiful face with hazel eyes that are green one moment and grey or brown the next. My bottom lip is slightly fuller than my top one giving me a sexy pout. I have a cute nose. My hair is silky and the colour of sable.

I am a very beautiful girl and I discovered early that men want to fuck me. I get hit on all the time and guys are always telling me I’m hot or sexy. I never really paid that much attention to my face or body before that but once my eyes were opened I could see what they meant.

I guess you could say that my discovery of my body coupled with the constant attention I received made me a little slutty. After the first painful time I learned to enjoy sex although there was always something missing for me. I was soon to discover what it was and how much better it gets.

See married men in my opinion are usually desperate. They long to do things that their wives won’t do. They also have the experience to please a woman and make her toes curl. Where young men rut, husbands make love. This was what I had been missing.

I am a very, very bad girl. I love to fuck married men. Ever since I turned 18 I have been addicted to sex period. It took me awhile to realize that my slutty ways were really caused by needing a man of my own. One man in particular.

It all started when I was babysitting for my next door neighbours, Mr and Mrs French. Mrs French was a very pretty lady. She had brown hair cut in a short bob. Her eyes were a shade lighter than her hair. She was a little bit plump and baseball was to help her get fit. Mr French was an athletic, average looking man. Mousy brown hair, blue eyes, tall and lean. I was not in the least bit attracted to Mr French.

They have two little boys that needed supervising while they each played in their baseball tournament. Normally they played ball on separate nights but the odd scheduling conflict did occur. This was the first time they had asked me to sit for them.

It was an unseasonably warm June evening and instead of babysitting at the house, Mrs French thought it would be a good idea if I watched the kids at the park. I agreed that it sounded fun.

Due to the heat the city had opened the splash pad at the park where the tournament was being held. I grabbed my bikini and a towel and hopped into the French’s waiting vehicle.

Once there Mrs French kissed the boys and left to play ball in the field at the other end of the park. Mr French took the boys into the change room and got them in their bathing suits. I ducked in to change real quick and met them out on the pad.

I saw Mr French’s eyes pop as he took in my skimpy bathing suit. I watched him as he got his reaction under control. I was intrigued. The boys and I played and splashed in the water. My French watched us almost the entire time as his field was right near the water park.

As evening turned to dusk we got cold. We dried off and put our clothes on over our suits. The boys headed for the tire swings and jungle gym. I followed at a sedate pace. That’s where Mr and Mrs French found us. They took us out for ice cream and dove home. Mr French paid me and I headed to my house.

Two weekends later I found myself sitting again. I wore a pair of baggy cut offs, a loose fitting T-shirt, and flip flops. Mr French was going to the bar to watch the fight and Mrs French was going for drinks with her girlfriends. They would both be drinking and both be home late. That was okay with me. I just had to cross the driveway.

The boys and I ate supper, played games and before long it was time for bed. I tucked them in and went down to the Den to watch tv. That’s where I was when Mr French came home.

Now I would never have stumbled onto my discovery about married men if the French’s didn’t have the playboy channel. Bored, I channel surfed until I hit upon a real sizzling porno. Fascinated, I watched it, looking over my shoulder every so often for the boys in case they woke up. I was very horny and wet by the time it was over!

I was really worked up and decided to masturbate. I pulled my shorts down and my top up. I pulled and twisted my nipples as I stroked my pussy. Before I could get off I heard someone coming in. I changed the channel and fixed my clothes.

It was Mr French. He was pretty tipsy. He asked how my night went. I watched as he withdrew my money and handed it to me. Then he crowded me into the corner and tried to kiss me. At that moment I was hot and horny so I let him.

His trembling hands travelled over my body. One hand went up my shirt to cup my breast, the other slid down my pants. When he felt my wet pussy he moaned. His tongue slid bakırköy escort in my mouth. He tweaked my nipples hard. Mr French started talking real dirty to me. Normally I hate that but in this case it felt right. I hadn’t been with someone else’s husband before. It felt real slutty.

He wasn’t much to look at but his cock was wonderful. As I eagerly pulled it out I stared at its perfection. It was real long but not overly thick. Suddenly I wanted it in every hole just like in the porno I had watched. It felt so dirty, so wrong, so good to be snaking Mr French from his wife, in his house.

I let him fuck me in my mouth. At first he was gentle but I put a stop to that. I told him to use my face like a pussy. I felt his cock jump in my mouth. He fucked my face hard then. He moaned the whole time. “Oh baby… It feels so good…The Mrs won’t take cock in her throat. She says its for sluts.” He fucked my throat raw. I loved it.

Then he bent me over the couch. He forced his long cock in my tight hole real hard. I was so wet by this point I was leaking down my thighs.

He felt so good. He took me hard and fast.

After I orgasmed he pulled out. I begged him to fuck my virgin ass. I grabbed my purse and handed him my lotion. Mr French was trembling. “Oh baby… I love to fuck ass. It’s so tight, so hot. The misses won’t do it though. She says its dirty and does nothing for her.”

He worked his way into my tight untried hole. At first it hurt. I was starting to change my mind when he began to pump me. He fingered me as he fucked my ass. I felt so turned on! He brought us both to an orgasm.

Mr French kissed me some more. He thanked me and asked if we could do it again sometime. I told him I’d think about it then I dressed and went home.

Once home I showered and hopped into bed. I dreamed of taking Mr French’s cock in front of his wife. It felt so real that I woke up soaked. I couldn’t wait to do him again.

The French’s were not the only family I babysat for. That night the Carlson’s called for a last minute babysitter. They lived further away and wanted me over night. I babysat pretty regularly for them. Mrs Carlson picked me up.

Mr Carlson was really good looking. He had a hot body and I suddenly wondered why I hadn’t really noticed him before. I did now.

Mr Carlson was in the shower and Mrs Carlson was trying to zip up her dress. She called me into her bedroom. From where I was standing I could see Mr Carlson getting out of the shower. His straining cock jutted out of his body hard and proud. I was mesmerized. I zipped Mrs Carlson and went into the kitchen.

Suddenly I was hungry for Mr Carlson’s cock. I was plotting ways to entice him as they appeared, ready to go. They kissed their infant daughter and six year old son and left for their party.

I played with the kids. After dinner I bathed them and put them to bed. I was bored and restless so I cleaned the house and did the laundry. The whole time I tried to think up a way to get Mr Carlson to fuck me. I was slightly depressed that I couldn’t come up with anything when he came through the back door.

I was standing at the folding table folding little baby sleepers. I looked over my shoulder. “Hi Mr C… Why are you home?”

He smiled at me as he walked toward me. “I came back for something” he said. Curious, I followed him into the kitchen.

Mr Carlson went upstairs and came back with a paper bag. I watched him with huge eyes. This was my chance but I didn’t know what to do! I swallowed hard. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” My voice cracked as I spoke. I cleared my throat.

His eyes flew to mine. “Sure. Everything ok?” He seemed concerned. I rushed to reassure him. “Yes. Yes everything is fine. In fact it’s okay… Just forget it.”

I chickened out.

He walked real close to me and put his hand on my shoulder. His other hand grabbed my chin. He made me look at him. He stared into my eyes and I swear he read my thoughts written there. I was wet and trembling.

I watched his eyes fill with hunger. Without any encouragement from me he took out his cell and called Mrs Carlson. “Hey Donna, the baby is awake and fussing. I’m going to stay and settle her down. No don’t come home. Relax, have fun. I’ll be back as soon as I get her to sleep. Ok… See you soon.”

He put his cell on the table and devoured my mouth. He pulled my hips in hard against him and ground his hard cock against me. He broke our kiss. “It seems my sexy babysitter has finally woken up. I have wanted you for so long but you seemed so innocent, so disinterested. I get a ragging hard on every time I think of you.”

With that he led me to his bedroom.

I was so thrilled. I wanted this so bad. I tried to reach for him but he stopped me. “Let me unwrap my package” he said. “I have waited so long to open it…”

Mr Carlson slowly stripped me naked. He pulled my shirt over my head. He kissed me and suckled my breasts beşiktaş escort through my lace bra. “I love your huge tits” he whispered. His hands undid my shorts. As he pulled them off he licked and kissed my tummy.

He stood and stared at me in nothing but my bra and thong. I was so turned on. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. I watched him race out of his clothes. He had a gorgeous body. His cock was nice and thick. It wasn’t real long but I wanted it all the same. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. It tasted so good. I looked up at him as he slid his cock into my throat. I gagged. He pulled out of my mouth. His pre cum dripped on my face. He smeared it with his head all over my lips. He slapped my face with his cock. Then he he slid into my mouth again.

“Oh fuck your so sweet and sexy. Suck my cock baby… Take it all.”

I sucked his cock with enthusiasm. Licked the underside of his head and pumped him with my hands. He rocked his hips into my face trying to get deeper. I laughed. I was so delighted to be sucking his cock. I put extra effort into making him cum. I swallowed all his spunk.

Then he dragged me to the bed. He pulled off my panties and bra. He stood over me wanking his semi stiff cock. Kneeling between my legs he feasted on my cunt. I kept my pussy bald. I loved to rub my soft hairless lips.

He seemed to like it too. He licked my pussy lips, every so often slipping his tongue into my slit and getting my clit. He sucked my bud hard while he finger fucked me. I came on his face.

I wanted his cock in my pussy. I begged “Mr C take my pussy and fuck it hard… Then fuck my ass!” He groaned.

He slammed his cock into me. He filled me just right. It was so good. I loved the feel of him slamming into my pussy. I loved my large tits bouncing. Their weight and size really made them jiggle when I was fucked this fast. His mouth occasionally sucked my nipples.

He had amazing stamina. He never slackened his pace once as he pounded me. His voice filled my ears as his cock filled my pussy. “Oh yes baby… Fuck you feel so good… I wanna cum in your tight pussy baby girl…”

I loved that he was a married man. I loved that he was fucking me in his wife’s bed. It felt so bad, so slutty. I couldn’t help it. I whispered “fuck me with Donnas cock Mr C… Feed me her baby making cream. Fill my pussy with her seeds. Make me cum on her hard cock…” He came hard, crying out as he shot his load into me.

He laid on me for a minute. Our breath mingled as he kissed me. “I gotta wash quick and get back to the party baby. But when I get home that perfect ass is mine.”

That kept me horny all night. Mr and Mrs Carlson came home around 2pm. I pretended to be asleep on the couch. I waited, my pussy pulsing and dripping. Eventually He came down. I let him ‘wake me up’.

He was not gentle as he fucked me. I egged him on. My legs were on his shoulders as he rocked into my body. He was ruff and I liked it. He slipped out of my cunt and found my tight asshole. Well lubed by my pussy juice he fucked my ass. He groaned. He fucked my booty like it was his last time.

Finally spent we kissed. “I’m going to fuck you like this every time you babysit for me baby.” I was thrilled. We sucked face for a few more minutes and he snuck back to bed.

In the morning he drove me home. I sucked his cock the whole way.

Now I was sure that I wanted to fuck married men. The powerful feeling it gave me, the illicitness of it, the slutty deliciousness made me horny just thinking about it. I started surfing the net looking for anything I could find on affairs. I was willing to seduce a married man but had no idea how. There was tons of stuff online from written stories to pornos. I got a thorough education fast. Now I just had to pick a man.

I continued to suck and fuck both Mr Carlson and Mr French as well as Mr Davidson the single dad I baby sat for. I was getting it on a fairly regular basis but instead of satisfying me it only filled me with a deeper insatiable hunger. I was becoming a real cock slut.

I was completely disinterested in single men and guys my age. Because I was still in school I had a pretty limited circle. As a student I really wasn’t around many men. I decided to try to seduce one of my teachers.

Mr Myers was my middle aged, married, English teacher. Even though I had picked him I was real nervous. I had lots of experience with men but zero experience actually seducing someone.

I waited until I had his class last on my rotation. At the start of class I asked him if he had time to see me after school. I explained that I was struggling with my thesis and needed help. He asked me if I had been to see my student buddy or student resources. I said yes. That I was stuck more on what he wanted and expected than structure. He agreed.

“Come to the English office at 4pm”

I sat and pondered my approach. Mr Myers was a very handsome man. He was just beylikdüzü escort taller than I standing at 6 feet. He had dark brown curly hair and medium brown eyes. He had a thick chest and a small waist. From what I could tell he was pretty well endowed.

I picked him solely because I often caught him staring at me. He was a very quiet and serious man. I wasn’t sure but I thought he was at least minimally attracted to me.

Class ended and I went to my locker. I sprayed myself with perfume. Checking my hair and make up, I dropped off my books and headed to the English office.

I knocked on his door and waited for a reply. I was a little early. The door opened and an angry male shoved passed me. “Good luck with him” he said in a pissed off tone.

I peeked around the corner and watched Mr Myers put away some papers from his desk. He looked up and without smiling he said “come in.”

I hesitated. He seemed so serious. It was intimidating. Suddenly I thought ‘what if I have misread his body language? What if he’s pissed off? What if he reports me?’ I got scared.

Mr Myers came around to the door. He took my arm and pulled me into the room. He shut the door behind me. I could be mistaken but I thought I heard the lock click.

He sat me in a chair. Instead of moving around the desk and sitting in his chair he sat on the desk right beside me. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at me.

“Hello young lady. What can I help you with?”

I looked up at him. He had a dangerous glint in his eye. Like he knew why I was really there and he was waiting for me to lie to him about it. I swallowed hard!

I got up and stepped back from the chair. Mr Myers stood and followed me. His eyes never left mine. I backed up, he pursued. I turned to leave, he pressed me into the door.

He stood so close behind me I could feel his heat radiating off of him. I had my palms pressed against the door. I stood so close to it my nipples hardened as they grazed the cold wood.

Both his arms slid up under mine as he pressed himself against me. I could feel his hardness firmly rocked against my bum. I sighed.

Mr Myers whispered in my ear “What do you want sweetheart… What do you really want?” I closed my eyes as desire kicked me in the gut. I picked up my courage and whispered back “You Sir.”

My whole body tingled as he nuzzled my neck. His warm hands slid under my shirt and he undid my bra. He cupped my swollen nipples and squeezed. I felt wetness leak out of my pussy. I turned his arms.

He looked in my eyes. “Are you sure?” I knew he needed an answer, that nodding my head wouldn’t be enough. “Yes.”

His lips captured mine in a searing kiss. His hands held my breasts while his thumbs rolled my nipples.

I was restless. I didn’t want a romantic seduction. I wanted a hard solid fucking but Mr Myers had other ideas.

He lifted my shirt up over my breasts, taking my bra with it. He squeezed each breast so that my nipples were protruding. He licked first one, then the other. Then he sucked them hard, rubbing his tongue over and around each nipple. He lavished my breasts with attention for several minutes.

My womb answered his hungry suckling with deep spasms that made me very wet and very horny.

My head fell back and I moaned.

He moved us over to the desk and bent me over it. Pulling my pants down he reached around me and played with my pussy. I heard him rustle his pants and his zipper come down. I felt his cock find its way to my tight, wet, hole. He entered me real slow.

His hand never left my cunt. He pinched and rolled my clit as he fucked me. The hand on my hip pulled me down on him harder and harder as he slid into me real slow. It felt amazing but I wanted it deeper and faster. I whimpered.

I couldn’t help myself I rocked back into him forcing the pace. Finally he responded. Holding me still he slammed into me. Our breathing was hard and fast. Fucking sounds filled the small room. The heavy smell of sex clung to the air.

He shot streams of hot cum into my pussy as he orgasmed. It triggered my release.

Mr Myers pulled out of me. He fixed his clothes and let me stand up. He pulled up my pants and pulled my shirt down. Then he did up my bra. “Come with me…” he said.

I watched as he unlocked the door. I followed him out of the office, through the hall and out of the empty school. When he opened his door I got in his car.

He drove straight to a motel. “Wait here.” He got out and went into the office. When he came back he opened my door, helped me out and took my hand. We walked to our room. He unlocked the door and gently pushed me in.

Once inside he stood before me. His eyes pinned me still. “Are you still sure?” It was a warning not a question. His eyes were dark and hungry. This time I could only nod.

He stepped toward me and started removing my clothes. His eyes took in every detail of my body. When he had me naked he stood back and looked at me, taking me all in. Then he took several steps back.

“Come to me and remove my clothes.”

I gulped. I had never taken a mans clothes off before. It felt very intimate but so sexy and so powerful. First I pulled his tie off. It was red. I wrapped it around my neck. It tickled my nipples and made them hard.

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I was unbelievably horny as I lay in bed. I had to do something, something naughty and exciting. I may be a teenaged guy – I’m eighteen years old – but my need for unconventional sexual excitement can at times be all consuming. I had been rehearsing a scenario in my head for weeks and tonight I wanted to make it happen.

My twin brother was asleep in his bed across the room. And he definitely figured in to my plan. You see for years now he and I have been having sex. It started with jerking off together then graduated to hand jobs and blowjobs. I have developed a serious love for sucking his cock and do it sometimes several times a day. He has even fucked me a few times. My love of sucking cock has given me some of the best orgasms imaginable. Usually when a guy comes in my mouth it will make me come – without even touching myself – a very intense way to come. I was certainly going to suck his nice dick tonight. That was the first part of my plan.

The second part of my plan would increase the excitement level for me. I am also a bit of an exhibitionist. I like to be seen having sex – I like people to know that I enjoy sucking cock but I really love it when they see me doing it. This has made for some great adventures when my brother or another of the guys I blow go to a local nude beach. Tonight I was going to have someone watch me suck my twin brother’s cock until he explodes in my mouth. I was going to have someone watch me perform not only bi sex but incest as well – a very taboo evening indeed. And who better to show this to but our parents. I wanted to see their reaction as they see their twin boys having sex, I wanted them to see my body, my hard cock. I wanted them to see my brother’s cock slide down my throat. This was definitely going to be exciting.

I knew our parents would be home shortly from a party. I would be able to hear the garage door as they arrived home. I slid out of my bed already naked. Both my brother and I sleep in the nude. I went to kadıköy escort the door and opened it about six or eight inches. With the door open anyone standing in the hallway outside would have a perfect view of my brother’s bed. My brother would not be able to see the door due to the position of his bed, which is just fine, I want them to see me and what I would be doing. I turned on a dim light across the room that softly illuminated my brother’s bed. Everything was now set. I had butterflies due to the combination of nerves and excitement. There was no way I was going to back out now.

I heard the groan of the garage door as it opened signaling the arrival of my parents. I knew I had a few minutes before they would walk down the hallway and as usual stop to check on us. It was time for me to get down to business. I pulled the covers gently off my brother. He was conveniently on his back. His cock lay limply across his thigh. I had talked him into keeping his balls shaved so I could more easily suck on them. I knelt beside the bed and began licking my brother’s balls. I slowly moved my tongue up to his cock and traced the underside with my tongue up to the head which I sucked into my mouth. I could feel him start to harden and swell in my mouth. I took him all the way to the base so I could feel him stiffen and push against the back of my throat – I really like the feel of a cock pushing into my throat. Another 15 seconds and he was completely hard. I began sliding my lips up and down his shaft taking him all the way to the base on each time. My brother was beginning to stir and I knew he would wake shortly.

As I continued to suck my brother’s cock I heard and noticed movement in the hallway. I could see out of the corner of my eye that my parents had stopped directly in front of the partially open door. They had a perfect view of me naked and sucking my brother’s very hard cock. I heard a üsküdar escort muffled gasp from my mother followed by a whispered “Do you see what they’re doing?”

I slipped my brother’s penis from my mouth and firmly licked the underside the full length of his shaft before running my tongue around the swollen head and then plunged it back down my throat and snaking my tongue around his balls. A soft groan escaped my brother’s lips and then he said “You are such a good cocksucker.”

I responded saying “I love sucking your dick, I can’t wait till you come in my mouth.” This brought a soft groan from my dad in the hallway. I was pleased to see that they both were intently watching, evidently enjoying the show. I was getting very turned on with them watching. From the corner of my eye I could see my dad reach down my mom’s blouse to fondle a breast.

I continued sucking and licking my brother’s cock and balls until he said he was about to come. I took him out of my mouth and ran the flat of my tongue back and forth just under the head giving everyone a view of his cum spurting across my tongue and into my open mouth. When he was done coming and I had licked all of the cum off his dick I knew I wanted to come. Holding his load in my mouth I stood up just enough to position my cock next to my brother’s. I held my cock and started to come without even a stroke to it. I then swallowed his cum increasing the intensity all the more. I covered his cock with my cum. After my orgasm subsided I knelt again and slid his cum covered cock back into my mouth. “You are such a cum slut” my brother said. All I could do was moan around his dick and notice another soft gasp from the hallway.

Our parents, sensing the show was over moved down the hallway toward their bedroom. My brother said “Thanks, that felt great” and turned over to go to sleep. I was still very turned on and wouldn’t have minded blowing him again but I guess that would have to tuzla escort wait for morning. I turned off the light and went back to my bed across the room. I was too sexually revved up to sleep and replayed the scenes in my head. My mom and dad had seen me nude, seen my erect cock, had watched as I sucked another cock, which happened to be my brother’s. All in all a very satisfying experience.

As I lay there thinking about what had happened I heard noise in the hallway and the bedroom door slowly opened. I could make out the shapes in the dim light of my parents as they moved through the doorway and into our bedroom. I could also make out that they were both naked. My eyes were moving from my mother’s large breasts and hard nipples to my father’s very erect cock. They moved to my bed and I could hear my mother whisper “This will be so hot” as she pulled the covers of my nude body. My father knelt on the bed as my mother grasped his hard dick which was already shiny with precum and rubbed it around my lips. I opened my mouth and she guided the head of my dad’s cock past my lips across my tongue and then placed her hand on the back of my head and pushed to force her husband’s cock further down my throat. She placed her other hand on dad’s ass and forced him forward saying “Fuck your boy’s mouth with that big prick.”

She bent closer to me and whispered “You really do love sucking cock don’t you?” to which I moaned a yes. My mother then wrapped her hand around my fathers cock saying to him “I’m going to make you come in his mouth” and proceed to stroke his dick as I sucked and tongued the head. She also placed my dad’s hand on my very erect penis and he wrapped his fist around it and squeezed. I felt my mouth being flooded and dad released the largest load of cum I have ever had in my mouth. It was leaking out the sides of my mouth before I could even start swallowing. My mom kept stroking saying “That’s right, fill his mouth. ”

The cum in my mouth and my dad’s hand squeezing my cock sent me over the edge as I erupted. Our cocks both softened about the same time. My mother ran her hand over my cock gathering the cum on her fingers and brought it to my mouth saying “You are such a cum slut.”

I think this was by far the most memorable adventure I have had. But I hope to have many more just like it.

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This story was requested by a submissive woman reader who fantasizes about her son abusing and then fucking her. I hope she likes it – and you do, too!

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My mother came into my room, staring at me with heavy eyes, and my heart sank.

Since my marriage broke up, I’d moved back in with my mother. I’d tried to resist temptation, but it was useless. I knew that what we did was wrong, but it was like a drug, alluring, enticing, addictive …

She moved towards me slowly: her thin, red, almost transparent blouse that barely reached her hips, was completely unbuttoned, hanging open over her ripe, heavy breasts – apart from that, she was naked.

She pushed the blouse back with her left hand, completely baring her breast, and clutched it, crushing it mercilessly, pinching her nipple, rubbing her palm over it, lifting it her mouth and sucking it, and I saw her teeth tugging at her nipple.

I ran my eyes over her lush body, lingering on the thick triangular bush of pubic hair at the base of her slightly curved belly, and she put one finger in her mouth, sucking it, and then slipped it between her legs, watching me, knowing that seeing her touching herself always aroused me.

Then her hand moved behind her back, and she slapped her bottom with all her force. I saw her bite her bottom lip and wince with pain, and my cock jerked involuntarily.

She slapped herself again, and then once more, and then she came closer to the chair in which I was sitting, until she was standing directly in front of me. She slowly slipped her blouse of her shoulders, leaning forward and thrusting her naked breasts towards me, offering herself to me and looking at me pleadingly.

‘Please, Master,’ she whispered

I hesitated for a brief moment, and then I touched her cheek, and she flinched in anticipation. I didn’t disappoint her – I slapped her face, hard, and her eyes lit up. Then I slapped her left breast, equally hard, and then back-handed her right breast even harder. She gasped, and slid to her knees in front of me, and I kissed her brutally.

She pushed herself between my legs, working her wet open mouth on mine, and I reached down and gripped her left halkalı escort breast, crushing it even more fiercely than she’d done, pinching the nipple tightly between my forefinger and thumb, twisting it, pulling it, my tongue deep in her mouth.

I wound the fingers of my left hand in her hair, tugging it unmercifully, dragging her head back, and then I released her breast and slapped her face again. Tears sprang involuntarily to her eyes, and I slapped her face once more.

I reached down and slipped my hand between her legs – her cunt was dripping wet, and I pushed my fingers deep into her vagina, gripping her painfully, and then I withdrew my fingers and forced them into her mouth.

She sucked her juices from them eagerly – saliva glistened on her chin from our kissing wetly, and I smeared it and the remainder of her juices over her face.

She knelt up, rubbing her breasts against my face, and I bit them savagely, knowing that my teeth would leave marks on them for days.

I was still twisting my fingers in her hair, and I used it to drag her across my thighs. Her bottom was glowing red from where she’d slapped herself, and I slapped it even harder. I left my hand there, and caressed her soft yielding flesh for a moment, and then I slapped her again. I alternated slaps and caresses for several minutes, and my mother started to moan softly, squirming on my lap, and I saw her biting her hand, and spanked her again.

‘Harder, darling – please!’ she breathed.

Once, when we’d been fucking, I’d spanked her bare bottom playfully, but more forcefully than I’d intended. She’d caught her breath and begged me to do it again, and, well, since then one thing had led to another.

I fondled her quivering bottom, stroking her naked shoulders with my other hand, and then slid my fingers between her soft cheeks, probing until I found what I was looking for, and pushed one, and then two, fingers into her.

‘Oh, yes – do my bottom, Master!’ she cried.

I withdrew my fingers, and slapped her reddened backside violently.

‘When I’m ready, cunt!’ I rasped.

I slid my hand taksim escort under her body and kneaded her breasts roughly for a few minutes, until eventually I pushed her off my lap and grabbed her hair again as I stood up. I dragged her to her feet and kissed her violently, running my free hand over her body and between her trembling legs, and then I hauled her over to the bed and flung her down onto it. She lay on her back, fingering herself, watching me hungrily as I tore my clothes off.

Her knees were bent, and her legs parted, and she reached for me. ‘Fuck me, darling – I – I can’t wait any longer – I want it so badly!’ she pleaded hoarsely, and I laughed grimly.

‘When I’m ready, you bitch! You started this, and I’ll finish it in my own good time!’

I sat on the bed beside her, pushing her legs wider apart, and slapped her cunt, and she cried out. I slapped it again, and then found her clitoris and pinched and pulled it for a while, and then I slapped her again. Her lips were swollen, and she raised her hips to me, writhing, as I punished her cunt pitilessly.

I rolled her onto her stomach – her bottom was bright red from the beating I’d given it, and I slipped my fingers between her cheeks and pushed them into her again..

She whimpered softly. ‘Put your cock in there, darling! I must have it – please!’

‘Not yet, cunt! I told you!’ I grunted, and lowered my head to bite her bottom ferociously. I bit the backs of her thighs, and when she turned over I bit her belly and the insides of her thighs, and then I bit her cunt and clitoris as she bucked and thrashed wildly.

I knelt over her, slapping her breasts with my cock, and rubbing it against her face and lips. She opened her mouth excitedly, and I let her suck me for a few minutes.

‘Make me good and wet,’ I said, and she took me deep in her mouth, sucking me and licking me, and then I turned her on her front again and dragged her up onto her knees. She knew what was coming, and used her hands to part her cheeks, offering her bottom to me.

‘Thank you, Master!’ she breathed.

I eased my cock into her, reaching under her to torture her şişli escort breasts with my hands while I fucked her bottom, my balls slapping against her.

She was whimpering, jamming herself back against me, and I fucked her steadily for several minutes, and then I pulled out of her.

‘No, darling! Put it back – please! Finish me, dearest!’

I ignored her pleadings, and slapped her again. She collapsed onto her face, sobbing, her hand between her legs, and I rolled her onto her back. I slapped her face, and then her breasts, and then I parted her legs and climbed on top of her.

I pushed my cock into her: her face lit up, and I saw tears rolling down her cheeks as I started to fuck her. She was already in the throes of an orgasm – her body was glistening with perspiration, and her skin was slippery to hold. She was gasping for breath, her breasts heaving – she forced herself up to grind them against my chest, and I kissed her roughly.

She was shuddering uncontrollably, and suddenly she went limp, and I knew she’d fainted. I waited until her eyes flickered open, and then I continued to fuck her, harder and harder.

She clung to me, digging her nails into me, ramming herself up to meet my thrusts – I’d had years of practice, and I was able to hold back for what seemed like hours.

I loved seeing her like this, her hair plastered over her face, her body jerking spasmodically, her eyes staring wildly, her head thrashing from side to side, and then I let go.

I let my semen spurt into her for a moment, and she screamed, and then I withdrew my cock and let my semen spurt over her body and face. She opened her mouth, trying to catch it, smearing it over her face and breasts and licking her palms and sucking her fingers, and I let her fondle my cock until it started to soften.

She squirmed sensuously on the bed, and I touched her face – this time she didn’t flinch.

She smiled at me weakly. ‘Oh, God, I love you, my darling, and the things you do to me,’ she whispered.

‘I love you too, mother, my wonderful submissive bitch, my lovely cunt, my beautiful slut – I can’t resist you, and you know it, don’t you?” I said softly.

I knew that soon I’d need to piss, and that I’d take her into the bathroom, and piss on her body, and into her mouth, and then we’d shower. Perhaps we’d have something to eat, naked, and then we’d start again – it was going to be a long night.

My mother knew it too, and smiled at me: ‘Next time, tie me up, and use the whip on me, Master…,’

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Well, I will have to admit that I never in a million years expected things to go the way they did after I first put those suction cups on my milky titties. Discovering that wonderful place in the woods where I could swim nude and masturbate to my heart’s content was just the beginning. Getting caught by Uncle Jack set something off in me that I really can’t explain. After our experience in the barn, I went back to bed, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the day’s events. It all kept going through my mind like a broken record; over and over and over again. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got, and something very naughty popped into my mind.

Uncle Jack seemed to like watching me and getting off in front of me, and well, I kind of liked watching him too. I really wanted to do what we had done together, again. I couldn’t wait to sneak back out to the barn and milk myself again, but this time, I really wanted to do it from the start with my Unc there the whole time.

On that note before I forget, I want to say this to the wanker who made fun of the way I always call my breasts “titties” in the first part of this story: While this tale of two titties takes place in Arkansas, I was part of the high school foreign exchange student program, and spent eight months in Blackpool. I picked up a lot of phrases and words while I was over there. One of those words happens to be “titties.” So, if you don’t like the fact I call my titties, titties, then go wank to someone else’ story while you live in the basement of your grandmother’s flat.

Now that I have that off my milky chest, I shall continue. The morning after my experience with my Unc, it was a little awkward at the breakfast table. Neither of us really knew how to handle what had transpired between us and still act as though nothing had happened. We did make brief eye contact and exchange a few weak smiles, but it would definitely take some one-on-one interaction to figure out how we would act together from here on out.

After breakfast, I retreated to the barn to milk Elsie. All sorts of wild thoughts filled my head as I retrieved the milking machine from the storage room and plugged it in next to Elsie’s stall. How lucky she was, to have this thing strapped onto her teats every day and have them vigorously and thoroughly sucked! I glanced around quickly to be certain no one else was around, and lifted my sundress. I slid two of the cups under my dress and held them to my own milky titties.

There it was again! That incredible suction! I continued glancing around as I sucked my titties dry. I wanted to masturbate very badly, but I dared not. Not during the day at least; not in here! I would go out to the woods again, strip down and wander the woods clothes-free, enjoying the freedom of walking around without any clothes on. Then, I would diddle my love button until I came.

I removed the cups from my now-empty and deflated titties, and placed them all on Elsie’s swollen udder. They had left red rings on the ends of my titties, and I giggled at the sight before pulling my sundress back down. No sooner had I done that when the door to the barn opened and Uncle Jack walked in.

“Hey Babe.” he said with a smile. “Busy milking the cow, I see.”

I nodded in reply.

“Yes, Uncle Jack.” I said almost shyly.

It was the first time we were together, and I was trying to get over the initial awkwardness of what we had shared last night, so shamelessly and in contempt of the accepted norms.

“Have you milked yourself yet?” he inquired.

I nodded again.

“Yes Sir.” I replied.

“Good girl.” he said with a smile. “Let me see them.”

I lifted my sundress to reveal my limp titties with the red circles around my areolas.

Uncle Jack sighed, as he reached out and squeezed my empty titties, kneading them vigorously in his strong, working-man’s hands. I sighed as well, smiling as I let my own uncle fondle my deflated titties. Deep down inside, I knew it was wrong, but I was attracted to him and I was really loving the way his hands felt as he squeezed my istanbul escort titties firmly.

“That feels nice!” I whispered. “I wish I could feel you squeezing them while I cum.”

“I’d like that.” he replied. “I’d like to squeeze them while I cum too. I’d love to fuck you from behind, Eileen. You down on your hands and knees, while I slide my cock inside your cunt and fuck you doggy style. Then, I could reach underneath your chest and cup your dangling tits my hands while I fuck you until we both cum.”

“Mmm.” I sighed. “That sounds like it would be wonderful, Uncle Jack.”

“I’d love to fuck you right here; right now!” he whispered. “But I don’t dare. God, my dick is so hard for you, Babygirl!”

“I’m almost finished with my chores.” I said suggestively, as he let go of my titties and I pulled my dress back down again. “I was going to go walk nude in the woods and masturbate, but getting fucked would be even better!”

Uncle Jack smiled.

“I’ll be more than happy to make it happen, Eileen.” he said softly. “I’ve been attracted to you for a long time. I’ve fantasized about you sucking my penis and swallowing it, and me fucking you and getting you pregnant.

“When you were knocked up, you were so hot! I wanted to fuck you sooo bad, Eileen! I wanted you to ride me so I could rub your pregnant belly and squeeze your milky tits. I wanted to shoot my load deep inside your pregnant belly. I wanted you so bad!”

“I’ve wanted you too.” I admitted. “I was always afraid to say anything though, in case you didn’t feel the same way.”

“Well we both know how the other feels, so no more secrets, okay?”

“Okay.” I agreed. “Help me get this thing back in the other room so we can strip our clothes off and go for a nude walk, and then have a nice incestuous fuck.”

A few minutes later, we were on our way across the pasture to the tract of timber on the far side. My heart was racing excitedly as we neared the trees, and I could see my uncle’s pace quickening as well as mine. We entered the refuge of the forest and quickly darted inward. Once we were definitely out of sight, Uncle Jack spoke.

“Take your dress off.” he instructed.

I nodded and as I was told; just like a good, little girl. I pulled the dress over my head and hung it over a branch. I then pulled my panties down and stepped out of them as well, leaving me in nothing but my sneakers.

“Can you walk without your shoes on?” he inquired.

“Yes Sir.” I replied.

“Good.”

He began undressing as well, pulling off his t-shirt and slipping out of his shoes. He unfastened his pants and pulled them off along with his underwear, revealing his huge erection.

“I have to keep my shoes on.” he explained, as he put them back on. “But you look great, barefoot nude like that. You really turn me on Eileen.”

He reached out and began squeezing my titties once again, massaging them and causing brief jets of milk to squirt out of my pudgy nipples.

“God, you are so hot!” he whispered. “Take my cock in your mouth before we start walking. I want to see it buried inside your mouth.”

I nodded and dropped to my knees, taking my own uncle’s hard penis into my mouth and sucking on it greedily.

“Oh god, that’s good!” he exclaimed. “Stop, or I’ll cum right now in that wonderful, warm, wet mouth of yours. You’ve done this before, haven’t you, you naughty girl?”

“Yes Sir.” I replied, as I stood back up.

His cock was twitching, it was so hard. I reached out and grabbed it, pulling him toward me like it was a handle.

“Oh shit, that’s nice!” he burst out. “Lead me around!”

“Follow me to a special place.” I answered, as I pulled forcefully on his dick. “I want you to fuck me in the creek.”

“I think I know where we’re going.” he grunted, as I pulled him along by his penis. “You’d better let go or I’m going to spurt all over you.”

“No! Not yet!” I cried as I let go of his dick. “I want you to cum inside my hot cunt. I want you to maul my avcılar escort milky titties while you fuck me hard from behind.”

“Let’s run then.” he suggested. “Have you ever run nude outside?”

“No.” I admitted. “Just walking around. It feels free though.”

“Run ahead for a bit.” he instructed. “I’ll catch up.”

I took off running through the airy woods, leaping into the air and cavorting around like a little girl. I’ll have to admit, I felt even freer than just walking around totally nude. It was great! I was so horny! I wanted to cum so badly. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but just then the woods opened up and there was the quiet water hole in the creek bend.

I stepped into the cool water and waded out to the deeper middle, squeezing my titties and pulling on my stiff nipples, causing them to squirt erotically. Uncle Jack caught up and removed his shoes and socks, and stepped into the still water as well. He waded out to join me and we embraced tightly.

“This is my spot too.” he said with a smile. “Probably a lot of others as well. I love to jerk off in the water and watch my cum shoot out into the water in a milky cloud and slowly drift downstream.”

“I’d love to see that sometime.” I whispered. “Would you do it for me?”

“Of course, Babygirl.” he replied. “I’ll do anything for you, if you want me too.”

“Me too.” I said with a smile as I stood up in the waist deep water. “Right now, I want you to fuck me and cum in my cunt. Will you fuck me now, Uncle Jack?”

“Of course.” he answered with a smile. “Start walking upstream.”

“Why?” I inquired.

“You’ll see.” he said mysteriously. “You’ll love it though, I promise.”

We waded closer to shore, where the water was very shallow and much easier to walk through. We continued through the ankle-deep creek for a hundred feet or so, before I saw what my dear, pervert uncle had in mind for us. Off to the right, was a boggy area that looked like it flooded from time to time, drying out and then re-flooding, leaving a nice mud flat for us to play in! I turned to face him, and he was grinning broadly.

“Come on, Babygirl.” he urged.

We stepped into the muddy bog and sank into the soft, squishy clay soil beneath our feet. It felt wonderful; squishing between my toes and oozing over the tops of my bare feet. The consistency was not too watery, nor too dry, but almost like pudding. It was great! Uncle Jack grinned at me again and without warning, pushed me backwards!

I let out a yelp as I fell back into the soupy, pudding-like mess and landed with a loud “splock.” Uncle Jack laughed and dropped to his knees next to me, taking handfuls of gooey mud and smearing it all over my titties! I giggled back as he pulled me toward him and let me fall back again. This time, I was almost buried in the mud, and he gave me another order.

“Roll around in it.” he instructed. “Roll all around until you’re completely covered, and then get on your hands and knees for the fucking of a lifetime!”

I began wallowing around in the gooey muck, enjoying every minute of it. I was determined to come back here on my own and masturbate in this heavenly ooze by myself, but for now I was dying to have my uncle fuck me in the stuff. I giggled like a school girl as I coated myself in the orangey clay. It was all over me; my face was smeared and it was even in my hair!

“On your knees, Bitch!” Uncle Jack ordered.

I complied, and I felt his hard cock poke into my dripping wet cunt from behind. As promised, he reached underneath my chest and squeezed my titties firmly, pulling on them and causing them to squirt like white geysers.

“Oh fuck, this feels good!” he exclaimed, as he pounded my cunt and squeezed my milky mammaries.

“Oh, it does!” I squealed. “Fuck me, Uncle Jack! Oh god, fuck me so hard!”

He continued pounding my pussy for a few minutes, and I soon felt a wonderful sensation building up inside my cunt.

“I-I’m going to cum!” I burst out. “Squeeze my titties, Uncle Jack! Oh Uncle Jack, şirinevler escort I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too!” he grunted as he mashed my titties in his hands.

I could feel his warm semen erupt inside my cunt as he came, filling it with our family seed. He continued thrusting for several more seconds before pulling out. I turned to face him, and he was holding his dick in his hand. It was coated with cum, and I eagerly began to lick it all off. There wasn’t much left, as most of it was inside me, but it was delicious nonetheless.

Uncle Jack stood and helped me to my feet.

“Now THAT was a good, old-fashioned mud fuck!” he burst out. “I haven’t done that in a long time. I love to roll around in it like you did, and then lay on my back and jerk off, but this is so much better.”

“I agree.” I responded with a smile. “I loved it!”

“Come on, Babygirl.” he said, as he took me by the hand and led me back toward the creek. Let’s rinse off in the pool and head back to the house. Lunch will be ready soon.”

I could barely contain my excitement during lunch! My gaze kept darting to Uncle Jack, and he would frequently steal a glance at me as well. It was like we were actually dating and trying to keep it secret. I guess in a way, that was exactly what we were doing! Not dating per se, but we certainly didn’t want anyone else to find out what we were up to!

That night, I went to bed knowing full well that I would soon sneak out to the barn and share another wonderful sexual experience with my now-favorite uncle. I waited until at least an hour had passed since we all turned in, as we went to bed and got up at the same time time. It was a family thing because of the farm work we were all a part of. Once I was certain I would not be discovered, I left my room and crept quietly out of the house and made my way to the barn.

I carefully felt my way to the storage room and opened the door. To my surprise, Uncle Jack was already there, waiting on me. The milking machine was plugged in and just begging to be turned on. I was certainly turned on myself, and I nodded as Uncle Jack held the cups out for me. He switched the machine on, as I pulled my nightgown off and placed the cups on the ends of my swollen titties.

Once again, there was that heavenly suction! It’s difficult to try and describe, but the closest way to do so, is to liken it to a relaxing massage, except that the feeling is all inside my titties, instead of a muscle. It’s very similar though, plus there is a huge feeling of arousal. Coupled with an orgasm, it’s the best feeling on Earth. If you’ve ever had a massage or had your feet rubbed while you cum, it’s the closest way I can try and convey the sensation.

The milked pumped from my titties and I expected Uncle Jack to slip the other cup over his cock again, but he placed it against my pubes. Holy shit! My clit swelled up inside and came close to putting me over the edge. Then Uncle Jack made his intentions clear.

“While you’re getting sucked, I want you to do the same to me.” he stated. “Suck my penis and swallow my cum when I shoot off inside your mouth. I want a blowjob from my favorite niece.”

I nodded and happily took his dick my mouth, sliding my lips up and down the shaft of my uncle’s penis, I ran my tongue around the underside of his cock and used the tip on the nerve laden thread below his urethra. He sighed in pleasure, so I knew I was doing it right.

Meanwhile, the sensations I was experiencing were going over the top. My titties were tingling as they were being sucked dry, and my cunt was on overdrive. As my pleasure increased, so did the suction I was giving. Uncle Jack began groaning loudly, and just as my own orgasm crested, he shot his load in my mouth.

Spurt after spurt of succulent sperm filled my mouth and I swallowed it all, just like a good little girl should do for her favorite uncle. After all, isn’t that what family is for?

We cleaned everything up and put it all away, before turning the lights off and heading back to the house. We separated with a parting kiss, knowing that from here on out, we were intertwined in a way that most family will never get to experience or even understand. I love my uncle and my uncle loves me, and we don’t care what others may think. All that is important to us is how we feel about one another.

That ends my story of incest with Uncle Jack. I hope y’all liked it.

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Thanks Sorbus for all your help in this story and for helping with the plot and giving me so many ideas on this story. It couldn’t have been written without your help. Thank you Severusmax for all the hours you sat and listened to me ramble on about this tale about what I wanted to do with it and for helping me edit this story. Now without further delay here is the story. Corny I know, but humor me please.

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The curse:

Accursed be Your Seed Your Spawn
From Here and Now Forever on
Until the Time circles round
We four again by earth bound
Then and only then will be revealed
Your Fate until that time
Your Seed will prosper Until the Time
When is Mirrored Now

Prologue:

Salem, October 31, 1691

Calvin walks up to Charity, who was asleep in the bed. Tonight is a magical night, the sacred holiday Samhain day or All Hallows Eve. Ahhh, she looks so beautiful earlier this eve at the ceremony. He could not take his eyes off her. All he could think about is what he wants to do to her. He looks down at his sleeping twin. She was a beauty to behold. He never can get enough of her. He can’t resist any more. He has to have more of her sweet nectar. He slips into her bed, being gentle not to startle her. He lays along her side his face close to her feminine core. He inhales the magical juice that lays hidden inside the folds of skin. He is not sure how much longer he can satisfy his cravings with just oral.

He restrains himself every time not to take her sacred virginity before the ceremony of their becoming High Priest and High Priestess. His family believes that virgins have a higher magic then those that don’t when performing that ceremony. He leans forward and takes a big whiff of her scent. He presumes that it is true, as it does have a magical pull over him. One he can never resist. Just the smell alone was enough to harden him without him stroking his cock. She was a deep sleeper, which comes in handy sometimes. Like right now, he tenderly roles her on her back, careful not to wake her just yet.

He parts her legs and looks at his prize. The light from the fireplace flickers off her body and entices him farther. He leans in closer, and inhales again. The smell, it so good nice, and musky, he flicks out his tongue and taste her sweet core. Ahhh, yes it is definitely magical. The draw is too much for him. His cock was so hard it hurts he had to have both her core and his member in her hot mouth now! He sucks on her button and hears her moan in pleasure. He gently climbs over her and buries his head in the juncture of her legs, no longer caring if she awakes.

Charity awakens to the heavenly feel of her brother sucking her. Oh, Goddess he is good. She opens her eyes and sees him over her his harden manhood just above her head, waiting on her attentions. She doesn’t let him down. She raises her head and inhales his manly scent. She tentatively licks the head. She hears his inhale of breath and gently takes his entire length in her waiting mouth. Much like him, she can’t resist her brother. She loves the taste of him, an addiction she has no desire to cure.

She wants him now, but she knows they have to wait. Oh, how much longer can they resist the pull? She grabs his buttocks and pulls him down to her. She lifts herself into his mouth and sucks him at the same time. She has to have him, now! They move in unison, they need no words to tell each other what they want. Their body language speaks for them. Her yearns for his, as his craves hers.

He knows when she awakens, and smiles when she licks him and then takes his manhood in her mouth. Oh, how he loves the feel of her mouth on him, so scorching. He can only imagine how her tight sheath would feel around his shaft. Can he wait the year before they can come together? He pushes deeper into her mouth asking her to take more of him. He is so close to coming in her mouth giving her his virginal fluid.

OH, how it was in her womb that he wishes he were planting his seed in. How he so wants to see her belly grow with his babies. He can’t stand the idea of her being with anyone else. She is his twin, his soul mate, he is positive of that. They will be together no matter what life time or what form. He is getting so close, yet he waits. He wants them to cum together, at the same time. It is even more magical when they do. He swears the heavens and earth move when they do.

He inserts one finger into her, careful not to break her maidenhead that partially covers her center core. That will be his to break with his penis. He feels her tightening up and squeezing his finger, he knows she is close. He starts sucking harder drawing out all her juices and she cums in his mouth. He releases his seed into her mouth, down her throat.

She feels him grow bigger in her mouth knowing he is at the edge. She knows he will wait until she is cuming before he gives in. She feels him insert his finger into her as he begins to suck harder. She can’t wait until she has his seed deep inside her womb, anadolu yakası escort but that will have to wait until later. For now, she will be glad to get to taste him again. Oh, how she loves his sweet yet salty taste. Just as she starts to cum, he shoots load after load down her waiting mouth.

He feels the last of his cum drain into her mouth and then collapses beside her on the bed. He turns around in the bed and holds her.

He speaks for the first time since walking into her room, “I love you Charity, and you are my world. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I love you too, Calvin. I am apprehension about our future marriages. Something about those two doesn’t sit well with me. Have you seen the way he looks at his cousin?” Charity reveals. “I am having second thoughts about my accepting his marriage proposal and you asking her to marry you.”

Chapter 1

Salem, October 1, 1992, 30 days before Samhain day or All Hallows Eve

I lay there trying to wake up and it takes forever. You know how when you wake up from a deep sleep, and are trying to get out from under the think layers of sleep and fog. Well, that is what I am trying to do.

I try to figure out what has awakened me from this deep sleep. I listen to the movements and sounds of the old house. Then the scent of fresh brewed coffee hits me. I always love that smell in the mornings. I look over at my clock and groan. It is only 7 fucking o’clock in the morning, and a Saturday morning at that! I roll over and decide to go back to sleep. There is no way I am getting up this early, if I can help it.

I vaguely remember the erotic dream I had right before I woke up. I have had the same fragmented dreams for as long as I can remember. It always involves the same 2 people. It seems so real. This time, they are again in bed, performing oral sex on each other. They appear to be around the same age. What is the weirdest part is that I feel like I am the guy, but I am a girl, so that’s impossible, right?

As I got older, the scenes got more intense. Lately, the dreams have grown disturbing. The period, if I am not mistaken, is somewhere in the late1600’s. The only other person I talk to about the dream is my twin brother. When I first started having them as a kid, I told it to Robin. It turns out he had the same dream. I make a mental note to ask Robin if his dreams have changed like mine.

I am a firm believer in reincarnation and believe that this may be me in a previous lifetime, but why is Robin having them too?

Dad traced our family all the way back to farther than the Salem Witch Trials, to the founding families that started Salem. You can say we are pure-blooded. We are also Wiccan. Dad traced his and Mom’s parental ancestry to a brother and sister, Calvin and Charity, whom the town burned for being witches and having an incestuous affair, thus no one mentioned them in the Salem Witch Trials. The town burned them, instead of hanging them, because of the incest. It was immoral and the town did not condone that stuff. Dad and Mom found out that they were distant cousins.

Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the grandparents raised the surviving twins of this affair. The town assumed that these were younger children of the grandparents. Those twins went on to live a long life. The girl twin had lots of children, although she had no husband. The town turned a blind eye to this fact, due to guilt over the previous burning. They feared the beginning of another persecution. Her brother had taken on the job of helping her raise the kids and support her. Many suspected that the brother was the father. They lived their lives together from day one and died just minutes from each other. People said that they could not stand being apart, both refusing to marry. Even in death, they went together. Dad told us this when we were 9.

Our mom died in a car accident and burned to death when we were 7. We started having the dreams after that tragedy, since we witnessed her death. Mom got us to safety, and then went back to the car to retrieve a pendant that she had left in the car that was a family heirloom. They passed it down from mother to firstborn daughter for generations. Just as she reached the car, it blew up.

The eerie thing is that we found it at home later lying on her bed. We always wondered if she had left it or had she put it there before going to the Summerlands after her death. We intended to go to a special ceremony, at which both Robin and I were to receive a valuable heirloom that every first born daughter and first born son received for generations in our family. Robin was to get a ring from Dad. Dad waited for us there, as he had to prepare for the ceremony.

I think of the dream and try to fall back asleep, hoping to finish it. Just as I fall back a sleep, something jars me awake again.

“Son of a mother fucking, cock sucking, whoring bitch, what in the hell keeps waking me up; I hate fucking mornings!” I scream. ataşehir escort

My black cat, which is lying on my feet, looks at me with scorn and hisses at me. She, like me, does NOT like mornings.

“Sorry, girl, but something keeps waking me up. Let’s go see at what it is,” I stretch, climbing out of bed.

I grab my robe off the hook on my door and slip it over my naked body. I should be home alone, but around this mad house, you never know when someone will pop in. I leave it hanging open. It’s not as if they don’t know that I sleep naked, or that I like to walk around that way. Everyone has seen me nude. I watch my familiar stretch and slowly climb off the bed, not at all happy with being disturbed. She then follows me, as I pad barefoot down the plush carpeted hallway towards the kitchen. If I am going to have to be up this early, I need some caffeine. I opt for coffee this morning, instead of my usual soda.

Who am I you ask? Well, I’m Marian and my 21st birthday is in 30 days on Samhain or, as most people now a days call it, Halloween. I just finished school at the local Tech School. Robin, my twin, just finished school there, too. I live at home with my dad and twin brother. Then why am I going around naked in front of my family? We all do, we are nudists at heart. We try to keep it within reason. When we have friends over, we try to keep clothed; this is why I have my robe on. You never know who will be here.

Dad is at work. He has his own business building and repairing computers. He is also the family historian. He hopes that Robin and I will take over the company one day. I’m not sure if Robin will, but I know that I am eager to start working there full time. Robin is not much into the tech stuff; he feels more at home with his head buried in a history book or some computer game.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I love history as much as he does, but there is more to the world than talking about some old, dead Roman Emperor. I roll my eyes thinking about it. I like reading about it, but I don’t go around spouting off Roman trivia all day long. I could care less who this guy was, or why someone decided to kill him and why my brother disagrees with it.

Sophia decides I am taking too long and runs ahead of me towards her food bowl. I hate mornings and am like a walking zombie until I have some caffeine or sex to wake me up. Since sex is out right now, I choose caffeine. Why is sex out? Well, we, Robin and I, are becoming the head of our coven and the High Priest and High Priestess on our birthday. Dad told us that we are to remain virgins until we do. So oral or anal are all we get, and I just dumped my most recent boyfriend. Well, I wouldn’t say dumped it was more as if I scared the living daylight out of him. I laugh to myself, as I remember the look of horror on his face as I threaten to have all kinds of stuff done to him.

Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I was telling you why I knew I was suppose to be alone. Robin is going to Janet’s house this morning. I know you want to know who Janet is. Well, she is his long-time girlfriend of 3 months. Yeah, yeah, I know 3 months isn’t long, but if you knew Robin, you would know that for him it is. I don’t want to start on Janet, but I hate the bitch. She is nothing but a tramp. The only ones dating her are those looking to score. She has also destroyed many relationships. She gets off on breaking up couples, and then discarding the guy like yesterdays trash.

I walk past Robin’s room and notice that the door is ajar. Robin leaves his door closed when not at home. I look in and see that his bed is still in disarray. It looks like 2 people slept in it instead of one. Ahhh, he must have been what woke me. Looks like “the bitch” called it off again. Well, I will talk to him and see what is up after I have some coffee. I enter the kitchen and stop short. Robin is at the counter, wearing only boxers and pouring 2 cups of coffee.

I stand there and watch him put extra sugar and cream in one. That must be for me. I am the ONLY one around here that uses that much cream and sugar. I sit down at the table and wait until he turns and comes over. He turns around, smiles at me, and hands me my cup.

“Damn, Marian, did you plan to sleep all day?” Robin grumbles.

I look at the rooster clock on the wall, and then point out, “It’s only 8 in the fucking morning. You are lucky I’m even up.”

“Not really,” he smiles with a devilish smirk.

“Okay, out with it, jerk-off, so I can exterminate you now, then go back to fucking bed and salvage the morning while I still can,” I retort.

“Out with what?” Robin inquires with a fake innocent look.

“Don’t pull the angel act with me, Robin. I know you too well. What did you do to wake me up and why the hell did you wake me up? Couldn’t this wait until when I want to be up?” I state with mounting exasperation.

“Come on, Sis, I need to talk to you. Okay, I kind of slammed a door to wake you. I waited to see if you would get up the ümraniye escort first time. After you went back to sleep I gave you a little more time. I then did it again. I hoped that this time you would get up. If you hadn’t, I was going to use a water gun the next time,” Robin confesses, giving me his best puppy dog look.

“You kind of slammed a door? Why the hell didn’t you just wake me up like normal people do?” I inquire of him.

“If I had done that, you would have kicked the shit out of me, NO thanks! I still have bruises from the last time you hit me for waking you up.” he beams, thinking he out smarted me.

“Well, I might still do it,” I try to give him my best infuriated look, “Okay, what did the ‘tramp’ do that cost me my morning slumber?”

Okay so maybe I’ll let him off this time, but he had better not make it a habit. I really hate having my mornings disturbed.

“The ‘tramp’, as you so graciously call her, tried to proclaim that I got her pregnant one night when I was drunk, and that she wanted me to support her and the infant. After I pointed out that I NEVER have sex with her, just oral, demanded to know what the hell was up, (of course, I had to use a little threat of physical brutality) she admitted that she knew it wasn’t mine, but some dude’s from a party 3 months ago. She said that she couldn’t tell her family the truth of the father’s identity, so she hoped that I would fall for the story,” he steams.

“So, that is why this relationship lasted that long. I began to wonder why you were still seeing her,” I observe.

“Well, she tried to say that she loved me. After a couple of weeks, I began to believe her. I am tired of fooling around. It is just an endless list of girls. I barely recall their names months later. I’m tired of being extra careful not to go too far and have sex before our 21st birthday,” Robin opens to me.

“You are almost 21, so why do you want to settle down now? We have years left before we need to start a family. No one is rushing us, Robin. Not many boys our age have those thoughts,” I inquire of him.

“I know I’m not being rushed. I just want a steady girl. I’m not saying matrimony. I just want someone who really cares about me. Not because I am good at oral sex, or can help them get A’s in school. I want someone that really knows me, not the persona I show the world,” Robin clarifies to me.

I sit there and digest what he has just revealed to me. That does not surprise me. I know that he is soft inside and that there is more to him than what he shows.

“I too, long for a significant relationship,” I think to myself, as I look back on my list of boyfriends. None last for more than a week or 2 at the most. It is like trying on new jeans. It is hard to find one that fits just right. I take a big swig of the coffee that has grown cold and grimace.

I stand up and head over to the coffee pot to warm my coffee up, “You want more coffee?”

“Yes, please,” Robin looks down at his cup and notes that it is empty, “Look, I’m sorry I woke you. I just needed someone to talk with. You are the only one with whom I can really be this open. Hell, I can’t even talk to Dad about this kind of stuff. It just doesn’t seem right, you know. I know that he would listen and even offer to help; I just don’t feel right about talking to them about this kind of stuff. They don’t understand me like you do.”

“Robin, I know what you mean. You think I talk to Dad about how good or how bad a date was? I know that I can walk around naked in front of him and you, but talking about relationships and sex. Well, that is another thing all together. You are the only one that I talk to about that stuff,” I point out, “Don’t worry about waking me. I’ll get over it. Look at it this way. I have a head start on my day. Now I can do more writing and computer fun.”

“You mean more ‘porn’ stories to write. Thanks for the coffee,” Robin declares.

“What’s wrong with porn? Besides, you do too. Hey, I’m starving; you want steak and eggs? There is slice of steak left from last night that we can split,” I offer, after hearing my stomach rumble.

Without waiting for him to respond, I pull out the steak and eggs. I then ask him to get the hash browns from the freezer and put them in the oven. As he does that, I season the steak and put in on the gas grill. I love the stove Dad bought. It has a grill that does a superb job on steaks.

While that is cooking, I turn around and look at Robin. He is very handsome. He stands about 5’11 and weighs around 180 lbs. I love his flaming red hair and dark brown eyes, the same as mine. Then he turns around and flashes that dazzling smile of his, showing all of his pearly white teeth. I glance down and see his boxers tenting out. It makes me wonder what has made him hard. Then I remember that I have my dressing gown hanging open.

I mumble an apology about his problem and start to tie it shut, wondering why I am doing this. I have never been self-conscious about giving him or seeing him with a hard-on, or for that matter any guy before. Hell, you would think that this is the first hard-on I have given him. It is not. I have seen many that I have caused. Most of them have come from bending over to get something when I didn’t know he was looking and a few when I knew he was. I laugh to myself at that one.

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I was in another place inside my mind. I was trying not to think about anything in particular, especially what was happening to me at this very moment. It wasn’t something I ever thought I would experience, it wasn’t something I had ever wanted to feel…But here it was.

Pain was first, excruciating pain, the kind that would have made me black out if not for my beautiful son’s sweet, soft whispers in my ear.

“I love you mom, I love you so much.”

And all the while my rectum was being stretched to its limit. This sensation was what brought me back to reality, and made it impossible for me to shut it out.

“I must be crazy,” I was thinking.

“I’m letting my son sodomize me.”

“I love it, God help me, it feels good.”

Aside from a muted whimper when he first slipped his lubricated, erect manhood into my virginal anus, I had remained silent. As his hips began to move against me at a faster rate, I began to huff, and then moan softly each time he filled me.

And finally, I received the reward for this pain, sarıyer escort at first a subtle shivering of his burning flesh, then I felt him erupt his warm semen deep into my bowels, and I had the second sexual orgasm of my life. It still amazes me when I think back, that I was so sexually repressed that even something that felt painful and wrong could make me climax…Maybe it was the wrongness, maybe I could never get off with my husband because sex with him was so right.

I didn’t know much, I don’t even know if I blacked out after he withdrew from me. But suddenly I was somewhere else again. It was my youth that I was recalling, a memory I had long ago buried deep within, but I had always known on some level that it was the lock which had kept my sexuality prisoner for the whole of my life.

I shall spare the casual reader the details which need not be mentioned, save that I was young, and naive. It was something all young girls eventually did, all my friends did it, esenyurt escort and it was from them that I had learned how to do it. So I chose a time when I believed I would have total privacy, and for the first time began to explore my body in a sexual manner. It had been the first, and the last until just the other day. It had not taken very much time, after which I had been taut, and very near the culmination of this act, which in my mind, was forbidden. Then I was discovered. I cannot even remember who it was that found me, but I know that from then on, I was going to keep such feelings far from me, so I would never be embarrassed again. I had succeeded for almost forty years, but my son had finally unlocked me, and I felt like that young girl again.

Adventurous like you wouldn’t believe.

I woke up sometime later. I rose from bed, and went to the bathroom, I mopped up some semen and lubricant which had seeped out of me, then I took a shower. My son joined me, and we made love again, with passionate avrupa yakası escort urgency this time. First I took him into my mouth, then into my vagina, he had me pinned against the wall, one leg up around his waist, thrusting deeper and harder than he had during our first time. It was good for him, though not enough, so for his climax, I let him bend me over the side of the tub, so he could once more empty his milky fluid into my rectum.

To say that we didn’t speak would be right on the money. We hadn’t said a word to each other since that first day. We’d just behaved like two rabbits, me in heat, and him in the deepest lust a man could feel for a woman. The time would come though when we would have our conversation, The Big Conversation, and in my romantic mind, that would settle everything, and our lives would be forever happy and free of woe.

In retrospect I can see how being what some ignorant men called “frigid” had been a good thing. Now I was a sex hungry vixen. Passing my fiftieth year alive, I should have been smarter; but I had abandoned every notion of reason, every experience I’d ever had that had taught me anything was gone in a flash, and gone for good it would seem. I didn’t realize what I was doing, or that it would all come crashing down on me, and that Adam would suffer worst of all from it.

I was in for a rude awakening…

To Be Continued…

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You have been a scientist quite a long time, and now you are quite rich and retired. You want to spend your days at your house in the country, where it is quiet and restful.

Your daughter, Kati, will not have it. She is an eighteen-year-old senior in high school, she never did obey you much, and she has always been a hassle. You have tried drug after drug on her to try to get her to listen. Recently you have found a drug that almost works, so you take it to your lab.

You begin to modify it, adding more of the key ingredients and removing some of the less important ones. When your daughter arrives home from school, very late as usual, you give her the drug you have made in some soda. You wait for an hour and then tell her she is going to be a good girl and move with you out to the country. You become very surprised when she says. “Yes master; I will go where you want me to. I am a good girl. I will do as you say, Master.”

It worked! The drug has done all you wanted. You are surprised; usually your … experiments … do not work out as you ataşehir escort plan. This one has, and she will always be your little girl!

“I will do anything for you, Master,” she says and steps close to you, head bowed with those puppy dog eyes staring up into yours. She steps closer, pressing her nice C-cup tits into your chest. “I must please you and do what you say, Master.”

“Yes, you should be a good little girl.” You step back; perhaps this drug has worked too well. You know it has when she slips off her skirt and panties in one sweep.

“I will please you,” she says and drops to her knees. “What are you doing?” you ask as she drops to her knees in front of you.

“I’m a good girl; I’m going to make my daddy happy. That’s what good little Daddy’s Girls should do.” she says, pulling your pants and boxers down in one motion. “I’m Daddy’s little girl,” she says and begins to suck on your limp dick.

“Kati! W-what are y-you doing?” you exclaim as she sucks on your cock. You begin to get ümraniye escort a hard on as she plays with your balls in her hands while she sucks you.

She mumbles something you cannot understand, her mouth full of stiffening meat.

“Oh Kati … Yes! … You are Daddy’s little girl,” you say, and she stops and looks up at you lovingly.

“I’m your little …” she says, but you cut her off

“Slut! You’re a dirty whore! Suck my cock you skanky slut,” you say to her.

“Yes, Daddy I’m your whore,” she says and hungrily goes back to your cock. She sucks harder and harder, rubbing your balls faster and faster. She is deepthroating you faster and harder and then as you are about to pull out. She grasps your ass and pulls down engulfing your nine-inch cock as you explode. She gulps down your semen greedily. When done, she leans back, takes off her shirt, and begins to finger fuck her virgin cunt. “Daddy?” she asks, shoving a third finger into her pussy.

“Yes?” you reply, relaxing kadıköy escort after that wonderful blowjob.

“I want to lose my virginity right now. I want to show you that I’m really your little whore. I’ll be a dirty slut for you,” she says as she fingers her wet cunt. Without responding, you push her to the ground. Your cock is stiff once more and dripping precum. You position it at the entrance to her virginity. “Spread your legs wide, slut,” you command her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, spreading herself as wide as she can.

With one swift motion, you jam your full length into her, making her cry out. Blood from her broken hymen runs from her pussy as you pound her.

“D-daddy!” she screams, arching her back in pleasure and pain.

“That’s my tight little bitch,” you say thrusting into her harder. Under you, your daughter’s body convulses as she orgasms, her inner muscles squeezing you hard. Unable to hold back any longer, you spray your seed into her womb in a massive wave.

Her orgasm releasing her, she flops back down onto her back. “Daddy, I don’t think you should have done that.”

“Don’t tell me what I should do,” you demand, scowling at her.

“Well, it’s just that I think I ovulated yesterday, and it’s very likely you just got me pregnant.” She looks up at you with a loving, but slightly worried look on her face.

To be continued…

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It didn’t happen when it started, it never does, but I will get there I promise. But first let me start with what did happened.

It had been a great four years, mom, dad and my sister Kim came up to commencements and watched me walk across the stage and receive my college diploma! Big deal you say? Yeah looking back it seems kind of ordinary to me too, but for my family it was a big deal. Since coming to America, I was the first in my family to do it.

Carl my dad, and Karen my mom worked hard and long to help me pay for it. Sure I have some student loans to pay off but without their financial support I would have been stuck in some community college. Not knocking it for some, but with my goals, I always wanted, hell I will need a real sheepskin.

I cleaned the dorm, yeah no apartment for me, no fraternity, I knew the value of a dollar especially when it was moms. The old Ford was tired and had seen better days, but it was trusty and free thanks to my grandmother. Loaded with the few things not given away or thrown away I was headed back to the one place I missed most, home.

Mom had a party with all the friends and family. As always it was in the house and small back yard I grew up in. It was a great time, I was happy for myself of course, but happier for my parents. They had worked so hard and had given up so much, this was as much for them as it was for me. Besides with all they have been through the past few years, this was… it was special.

The whole family showed up, not sure if it was to congratulate me or mom’s cooking. A free dinner is always sure to bring a big crowd. Some old friends from the neighborhood showed up, that was definitely for the food! It was almost dark when the last of them left. Dad offered to stay but I assured him I would help mom. He needed to get to bed, four thirty in the morning would be here soon enough. Kim had milled around most of the party watching me. She had that look that I knew all so well. When dad went upstairs, she grabbed the keys and left. I looked at mom but did not say a word.

I cleaned the grill, double checking the gas was off and placed in its rightful place. My dad may be a working man but he was clean and organized. I took one last lap around the yard making sure there was no evidence of a party, except for his beloved grass being trampled, it looked great. Inside mom was just turning on the dishwasher. She wiped off the counter, I moved beside her, bumped her side with my hip.

“Thanks, that was very nice.” I offered.

Mom turned to face me only after she finished wiping the last square inch of the counter.

“You’re welcome!” Karen stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. Her hand lingered on the side of my face a bit too long. She turned and looked out the kitchen window to where dad’s car was moments before.

“So, what is it now?” Even as I asked I knew I shouldn’t.

“Not tonight Adam, this night is yours!” Mom turned to me and kissed me again on the cheek. “Come sit with me and tell me all about your plans.” She said.

We went to the living room and sat on the couch. I was against the arm, mom leaned against me, her back against my chest. My right arm was around her waist my hand resting on her thigh. Mom snuggled tight and closed her eyes. She let out a sigh and just sat there for a long moment.

“I missed you, things are not the same when you are gone.” She whispered.

I wanted to say something, but she had warned me earlier.

“It is good to be home. I’ll see if I can’t stick around a bit this time but…”

“But what?” Karen asked. She opened her eyes and turned to look at me.

“Well the job I want may require I travel a bit.” I replied being a bit vague.

I could tell she wanted to talk about this but she must have decided now was not the time. She eased back into me and closed her eyes. We talked briefly but she was tired. When she started to fall asleep I woke her.

“Mom, why don’t you go up. I will wait for her!” Slowly she opened her eyes and realizing what I said she smiled.

“You would do that?” She asked quietly. I nodded. She gripped my hand and then kissed me one last time. “Be nice but firm honey.” I watched her ascend the steps, her body still looked good, she looked weary.

Fresh out of college and a cram all night studying champion at that, my sister did not stand a chance, beside her curfew was midnight. What scared me was not when she would come home but what would happen when she did.

Kim showed up almost to the second of her curfew, probably was down the street timing it out. She opened the door quietly, probably hoping mom was sleeping on the couch.

“Oh, it’s you! Where is mom?” Kim seemed annoyed with me. I quickly scanned her attire. It was not what she left the house wearing. Kim is not a knockout but she is good looking, well when she is not dressed like this she is. Tall and slender, she small B cup tits barely hidden behind a thin cutoff spaghetti strap tee shirt and a thinner bra. Her nipples easily highlighted bakırköy escort their firmness. I noticed one more tattoo above the waist band of her too short shorts, the bottoms barely covering her tight ass cheeks. More tattoo’s, small ones on her legs one under the thin strap of her 4 inch high heels. Her bright red hair, much brighter than her natural color, was highlighted with purple. She looked like a freckled street hooker lollipop!

“I told her I would wait up for you.” I explained calmly. Kim looked around and seeing we were alone, changed her approach.

“So the favorite one gets to stay up late?” She was trying to get me to play her game.

I was smart, she was smarter. I was older she knew how to manipulate. I was stubborn, she was bullheaded. I was polite, she was ruthless. I was predictable, she would do anything to avoid being so. I had played her games in the past, she usually won, if not she would make sure I lost in the end. The one thing they did not teach me in school or college was how to deal with my sister. That my friends was learned the hard way. I learned every time I burned. My best defense was no defense. Just don’t start the war!

“I told mom I would wait until you got home. You are home, I am going to bed.” I was calm and firm, but I was not quick.

“Let me give you a graduation kiss!” Kim jumped on my lap and forced her lips against mine. Her breath smelled like beer. At nineteen she was not legal and on top of that she was driving dad’s car. If he knew he would kill her, that was their only car. If she wrecked that he and mom would have to take the bus to work again. I knew resisting would only make her more aggressive. I sat there as she pushed her tits to my chest. I still did not resist. Kim tried to slip me her tongue, this I did resist. God she could be so passionate, but I stuck to my guns. She continued to kiss me then reached between us and found my cock. It was starting to stiffen, she murmured against my mouth. She was winning.

I may be no match for her in many ways but I was in one. At six foot one I was taller, stronger and outweighed her by almost twice. I gripped her arms lifted her up and moved her to the side. I stood, holding her in place breaking the kiss.

“Thank you, it was a very nice kiss.” I was walking away when she yelled at my back.

“Was it better than mom’s?” I stopped and was going to turn, but knew better than to extend the discussion.

“I would not wake dad if I was you! You have been drinking and I assume driving ‘his’ car. That would not go over well for anyone in this house!” Maybe it sobered her up a bit maybe not, but it did have the effect I needed, it ended the conversation. I had won nothing and we both knew it.

I went to bed that night knowing things would get worse before they got better, with Kim it always worked that way. With the drama of finishing school, the party and Kim, I slept surprisingly well.

It had been a long time since I had woken up with no real goal in mind for the day, or week or year you could say. I went to the kitchen, mom was just getting ready to leave for work.

“Will you be here for dinner?” She asked, her back to me.

“Yeah. no big plans just yet. I have some interviews set up but they are next week. I could start tomorrow but hope to get the job I want, not just any job.” Mom looked at me, kissed my cheek and started for the door.

“Got to go honey, see you tonight. Hope it all works out for you, any company would be lucky to have you!” Karen slipped through the screen door stopped then looked back. “Adam please be careful.” She looked up the staircase.

I closed the front door behind her, watching her jump in her ride to work. I looked up the stairs with a feeling of trepidation. The first few days went by smoothly, Kim waited for the last minute to leave for work. Her friend was sitting out front honking the horn knowing they would be cutting it close.

I made the best of my free time. Had the car serviced, bought a few new clothes for interviews, updated my resume. As the week wore on a sort of calm came over the house. Dad was in a good mood, mom ever attentive seemed to enjoy my presence as well. Kim was, well you never knew, except that she stayed home Wednesday night instead of going out. Maybe she was happy I was home as well.

Thursday mom asked if I would wait up for Kim, happily I agreed. Kim came home at exactly midnight, she did not look very happy. Her mood was soon confirmed moments after she walked in the door.

“So where is your girlfriend? She dump you knowing you were coming back to your mommy?” Kim lashed out.

That was a sore subject in more ways than one. Kim knew Jessica left me months ago and why. Pouring salt in the wound was unnecessary. As for my mother, I still don’t know why she is so suspicious of her, well maybe I do, but still…

“I am glad to see you are home safe. Goodnight Kim.” I said it with more pain in my voice than I wanted to let on. Standing I turned to the beşiktaş escort stairs. Seeing she had hurt me Kim ran around the sofa and jumped on me. Her arms locked around my neck her legs wrapped around my waist.

“I am sorry Adam, that was mean!” Kim spoke softly before she pushed her lips to mine. I could taste the putrid remnants of the joint she no doubt had been smoking some time earlier in the night. I tried to push her off but knew if I used anymore force than what I was, I would hurt her. I turned my head enough to break free.

“Kim please get down, I am going to bed now.” I was still stinging from her words and she knew it. By hanging on she hoped she could make it up.

“Good take me with you and I will get down.” She kissed me again. I debate her proposition for just a moment then decide it would end quicker if not better if I did. I check the door to make sure it was locked then trudged up the steps with my sister latched around my body. I reached the top of the steps and waited for her to let go.

“In your room, you said you were going to bed!” She teased. Afraid mom or dad would come out to see what the ruckus was I turned and entered my room. I didn’t even say anything just stood looking at her letting her know the game was over. Kim pressed her lips to me one more time. She was having an effect on me but I dare not let her know. Still I may have kissed her back just a bit. Well ok I did, I knew it because she smiled broadly then let herself down. She had won a small victory, but we both knew it was her victory. Flopping back on my bed she lay back looking up at me.

“Kim, please. It is time I get to bed.” I tried to be firm but polite. She was embolden by her last triumph so pushed further. Kim slipped her shorts off and before I could react was pulling her top off.

“Kim!” I said much too loud for the old house we lived in. I looked at the open door to my room and then to mom and dad’s room. “You need to leave now!” I protested through clenched teeth.

I looked down at Kim, she was wearing the skimpiest of panties and the sheerest of bras. I could see the small hoops in her nipples and a stud above her clit. The faintest of light red curls neatly trimmed above her naked pussy lips. The thin material of her panties looked like it had a sheen. Little was left to the imagination, and right now I had an active imagination.

Kim looked first at my shocked facial expression and then at my obvious reaction much lower. She laughed none too quietly. I pulled her from the bed and walked her out my door sending her across the hall to her room. She pushed the slightly open door wide then turned and stood proudly in front of me.

“Can I have my clothes back you brute?” She teased. I turned and saw she had left her top and shorts on my floor. I picked them up and started to throw them at her. Just then my parent’s door opened and our mother looked out. I tried to toss the clothes before she could focus but she clearly saw not only what I was throwing but who was catching them. She looked at Kim briefly and then at me.

“If the two of you don’t be quiet, you will wake your father!” Her eyes bored into mine as she spoke. She was not happy and she wanted me to know it. Kim had two solid victories so she went into the room, her firm ass slipped behind the door. Mom looked at my crotch and then back at me, her expression softened. “Good night Adam.”

“Good night mom.” I whispered as she too moved out of sight. Standing alone I looked down at my tented pants, it was too late to take a cold shower.

Friday morning I met mom in the kitchen as I had each day, and like each day she kissed my cheek on her way out the door.

“Your father wants us to all go out for dinner, his treat! You ok with that?” We both knew what she meant.

“Sure mom, I’ll tell Kim.” She looked at me one last time before she looked up the stairs and closed the door behind her.

I was in the kitchen at the table working on my finances when I heard the blare of the horn. I knew any minute Kim would come down and rush out the door. The horn became more frequent and longer then it went silent. I got up and looked out the car was gone. Obviously her friend was not going to wait any longer. Against my better judgment I went up the stairs and knocked on Kim’s door.

“Tell her I will be there in a second!” Kim shouted behind the door.

“Kim I think she left without you?” I replied back loud enough for her to hear.

“God dammit!” She screamed. Her door flung open and there she was, naked from the waist up. Kim ran down the stairs looking out the front window. “Fuck!”

Kim ran back up the stairs her pert tit’s bouncing the whole way.

“Adam can you take me to work?” Kim did not even wait for me to respond. She went in her room and slipped on a regular bra and her work shirt. “Come, if we take the expressway I will still be on time.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs. Instinctively I grabbed my keys and wallet and beylikdüzü escort headed to my car. Kim explained her friend refused to take the freeway and the trip was much longer because of it. I pulled out of the drive having trouble finding a comfortable position for the lap belt. I was hard as a rock.

I headed for the freeway and easily merged on as Kim looked over and saw my condition. Before I knew what was happening she started to unzip me. I protested using one hand to stop her. The car swerved , horns honked , the bird was l clearly displayed as I corrected back into my lane.

“Adam both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road. I’ve got this!” Kim slipped from her shoulder strap and soon my throbbing member was received by a set of warm lips.

“Kim!” I shouted. “Stop that.”

“Shhhh big guy, it is the least I can do, besides I bet Jessica never did this for ‘you’!” Kim started anew. She was right, oh I have had my share of oral sex, but this was one thing of many Jessica refused to do. I focused on the road ahead, both hands gripping the wheel tightly.

What was I thinking? The fact is I wasn’t, it had been awhile, a long while. It felt so good, Kim knew all my buttons but this was one even she had not pushed before. I would like to give you a more detailed description, some sexy drawn out explanation of bliss but to be honest it was over so fast. I was trying to drive without killing us or anyone else and Kim was so, well let’s just say this was probably not her first time. With a long steady blast followed by several short bursts I had cum. Kim licked me clean, making sure there was no residue. Zipping me up she wiped the corners of her mouth just as I pulled off the exit. Still in shock and euphoria, I did not know what to say. So I didn’t, not even thank you.

I pulled into the parking lot Kim looked at me I stared out the windshield my hands still both on the wheel. She leaned over.

“Thank you for the ride, but you still owe me one!” She kissed me on the lips as I turned to her then slipped out of the car before I could respond. Then it struck me about dinner. I rolled down the window as she rounded the front of the car.

“Dad wants to take us all out to dinner, I told mom we would be there.” I am sure I had a stupid look on my face as Kim realized what I just said. Taking no pity on me she grinned.

“Well if I had known that I might not have had such a big lunch!” Kim replied as she licked her lips and rubbed her stomach. She turned and went inside I sat there with both hands still on the wheel and stared out the windshield. I wondered how my life could have changed so much in less than an hour. I felt doomed.

Her friend pulled in beside me, not wishing to have a conversation with her I pulled away happy to heading home.

Mom knew something was up at dinner. Kim was too happy I was too on edge. I tried to tell myself there was no way mom could know, but then I remembered she always did. Twenty three years is a long time to raise a kid, mom’s always know. Dad was oblivious of course, he just wanted to lay out some projects he wanted help with over the weekend. I readily agreed and for the most part the night went well.

I told everyone about a couple of job interviews I had coming up. The first Monday morning. We talked about Kim’s job and mom’s work. Dad talked about the progress of his garden.

Kim did not go out that night, a real rarity, dad stayed up all the way to ten, then headed up to bed. I knew he would sleep in until five thirty at the latest and he would expect me to be up with him.

I headed alone at ten thirty, I could sense mom wanted some time alone with Kim. I closed my door then quietly opened it again.

“You can’t tell me what to do!” I heard my sister reply to a statement I had not heard.

“Please Kim, this will not end well…”

“Karen! Stop!” Kim cut her off.

“Ok, as you wish!” I heard someone heading for the steps. I closed my door and went to bed.

The weekend was uneventful, Dad and I got his work done, so he was happy. I was happy for him. I was looking forward to the job interview Monday morning.

I was in my bed early Monday morning, living in a dorm teaches you to be a sound sleeper, or a tired student. I was the first. I was having a strange dream when all of a sudden I woke to the sight and fragrance of a fresh pussy over my face. My arms pinned under her legs, the covers pulled back I looked between her thighs and saw a wicked smile upside down. Her nipple piercings dangled down, her scent filled my nostrils.

“Good morning Adam, time to pay back that favor!” Kim lowered her pussy brushing her lips over my nose. Gathering my thoughts, my options were few, and most had an unhappy ending. The room was light so I knew dad was gone. I could not see the clock but I figured mom was up, maybe just not in the kitchen yet.

If I protested too loudly she would surely hear, if I threw Kim off she would hear regardless where she was in the house. Then I could just give in, Kim had pleasured me, this may just even the field. By now you know there is no reasoning with her, there was no logic to her thinking. She was playing Russian roulette with me in our parents’ house, and somehow my mother was the bullet. She rubbed her clit lightly over my nose and moaned.

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Emily swallowed the guilt in her throat as she knocked on the door to her son’s apartment.

Moments later, when the door swung open, she was face to face with her son for the first time in two years. He was bigger than she remembered him being. John was always taller than her and his father, but he had packed on muscles since he left home. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, and because he was only wearing a pair of thin sweatpants, Emily had an unencumbered view of his tight abs and hard chest.

Silence filled the air between them before a loud squeal broke it.

“John!” Emma, Emily’s seven-year-old daughter shot forward wrapping her arms around her big brother’s leg.

John laughed and reached down, scooping her up with ease. His biceps bulged, and Emily shuddered. Her ex-husband had been over three hundred pounds for almost two decades. The moment after his parents forced them to wed when she showed up outside their door, sixteen, and homeless and pregnant with their son’s child, Rick had started putting on weight. His opinion on the matter of weight gain Why bother trying to look good when he already had a wife?

“Emma! It’s been too long!” John tossed his sister into the air and caught her.

Emily shared a look with him that Emma couldn’t see. They both knew why it had been so long since the siblings were together. Or at least Emily thought she knew.

“I know,” Emma sighed dramatically. “It’s been months!”

“Months?” Emily repeated, confused. She had kicked her son out two years ago, and he hadn’t come back since? How had he seen Emma just months ago?

Emma slapped her hands over her mouth. John sighed, stepping to the side, opening the doorway for Emily to walk in.

“I dropped by sometimes when you were at work to make sure she had food,” John answered. “I asked Emma not to tell you.”

Emily bit her lip. She had always been ashamed of how much she had to lean on John after Emma was born. Her ex-husband was a deadbeat who couldn’t be bothered to help take care of his kids. She knew it, and John knew it. That was why he had stepped up when Emma was born and filled the role her ex-husband couldn’t.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

John smiled. “I’ve told you before; you don’t have to thank me.”

The guilt in Emily’s gut felt like an anvil. John had always been a good boy, and he’d grown up to be a great man. He loved taking care of things. Animals, friends, his sister, and his mother too. How did I repay his kindness? Emily thought sadly. She sarıyer escort had kicked him to the curb. Now, two years later, she was back in his life and ready to give him what he wanted.

Her husband lied for months about paying rent and then emptied their bank accounts and hit the road after their landlord informed them that they until the end of the day to move out. Without any other friends or family to turn to, Emily had called her son.

Her son who hadn’t hesitated to text her his new address and tell her that he had been waiting two years for her and Emma to choose him.

“Emmy, why don’t you go play in your room while me and mom talk?” John said, setting his sister down on her feet.

Emma pouted but ran off. Halfway down the narrow hall that led to the bedrooms, she stopped.

“John, where’s mom gonna sleep?” she asked, looking back at them. “You only have two rooms.”

“We’re going to share mine so you can have your own,” John said with a bright smile.

Emily smiled too, though hers was let bright since there was nothing sincere about it.

“Okay!” Emma shouted and vanished down the hall.

The moment she was out of sight, Emily felt John’s hands wrap possessively around her hips. He spun her around and pressed her face-first against the wall. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply.

“God, you smell so good,” he sighed pressing his entire body into hers.

Emily stood still as a statue. A stiff point pressed into the crack of her ass, creasing her loose sweatpants in the valley of her cheeks as a wet tongue licked below her ear.

“Y…you’re sister,” she whispered. “She can’t know about us.”

“Emma!” John pulled his mouth from her neck and shouted. “Me and mom need to talk; can you stay in your room for ten minutes?”

“Okay!” Emma shouted back from where she had disappeared too. Emily would have to ask John later why his sister already had a room here.

John nodded and went back to kissing her neck. Emily tilted her head to give him better access. She couldn’t let John know how much she wanted to shove him away. To scream that she was his mother and that he shouldn’t want her the way he did. But she couldn’t. Her daughter needed a happy home and a good man to look up to. John could give her both. And all he wanted was the woman he had loved for years to love him back.

So Emily moaned as two big hands slid under her shirt and palmed her breasts.

“You remember the last esenyurt escort time we were in this position?” John whispered into her ear.

Emily nodded. How could she forget? It was the day she kicked him out, and Emma lost the closest thing she had to a father.

It was one of her rare days off, and she had decided to clean the house. John and Emma were supposed to be at school, and her ex-husband was at work, so she decided to be naughty and clean in the nude.

What she didn’t know was that John hadn’t gone to school and was still asleep in his room. And when he came downstairs and saw her bent over in the living room, ass naked with a duster in her hand, he acted on instinct.

Emily had gasped when she felt the rigid point of a steel hard cock press into her ass, but she’d acted on instinct too and pushed back against it. Sex always put her ex-husband in a better mood and despite the fact that she found his equipment and his technique lacking, she never turned him down.

Two strong hands had cupped her butt and lifted her up onto her tippy toes. She’d closed her eyes and prepared for another lackluster fuck. A second later, they’d popped open as she gasped. A cock that definitely didn’t belong to her husband was pushing into her small hole. It was bigger than anything she had ever felt before. Wide and long as it dug into her, stretching her pussy in a way that sent tingles up her spine and down her legs.

Emily was ashamed to admit that when she looked over her shoulder and saw that it was her son fucking her, there was a brief moment of hesitation. John was so handsome compared to his father. She’d almost given in. Almost turned back to the wall and let her son wear himself out inside of her.

But she hadn’t. She’d come to her senses and pulled herself off her son’s big cock before kicking him out of the house. Screaming and shouting that he was a disgusting pig trying to fuck his own mother.

Who’s the pig now? Emily wondered as her pants and panties were pulled to her knees. She shivered as her wet pussy was exposed to the cold air in her son’s apartment. A thick finger swiped across them, collecting some of the dew on her lips.

“Mmm,” John groaned, and he pressed the wet finger into her waiting hole. “You’re already wet for me?

“Of course, baby. I’ve wanted this for so long.” Emily lied. She wasn’t around at all. On their way over, she’d stopped at the store and bought a bottle of warming massage oil. Then she’d gone into the bathroom avrupa yakası escort and squirted half of it up into her pussy.

“Me too,” John said, his large hands grabbed her ass and lifted her up onto her tippy toes.

Just like two years ago, his big cock slid into her pussy, but this time she didn’t try to escape. She stood still, her forearms braced against the wall as her son fucked her from behind. Her pussy slowly being stretched as her son gave her firm steady strokes.

The warming oil worked its magic, and Emily felt no pain as her son started humping powerfully. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of being stuffed full as John began to grunt, his thighs smashing against her ass.

What kind of mother was she? Bent over and filled to the brim with her son’s cock? Not only was she fucking her son, but she was lying to him. He thought she was enjoying this. She was manipulating him, pretending that she wanted him in a way a mother should never want her son so that she and her daughter had a place to live.

“I’m going to cum!” John hissed, his thrust becoming sporadic. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I wanted to last longer.”

Emily sighed in relief. “It’s okay, baby,” she said. “Emma won’t wait in her room forever.”

“I wanted to make you cum.” John told her as he went still. “SHIT!”

Emily could feel him pulsing inside of her. Her son cock flexed up and down as ropes of cum spewed from the tip flooding her pussy with his sperm.

Sated for the moment, John stepped back, his cock falling from her pussy with a loud squelching noise that made her wince and him laugh.

“Oh, yeah!” he cheered. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had mom!”

Emily reached down to pull her pants up. She could feel her sons cum soaking into her panties as it drained out of her.

“Where’s your bathroom?” she asked.

“In the master bedroom down the hall,” John said pointing towards where Emma had runoff.

Emily nodded. As she walked away, her son’s hand shot out and caught her on the ass. She yelped at the stinging pain and glared over her shoulder. Not even her husband had been so brazen to spank her. She was a grown woman, not a child.

John winked at her, his now sated cock hanging limply against his thigh. “I hope you still do your yoga every morning, mom. Because I plan on getting some of that good fucking at least three times a day.”

Emily gasped and hurried down the hall. She felt a mixture of embarrassment at how crude her son was being, and shame that she liked it. It was wrong of her, but she couldn’t help but revel in the pride that she was attractive enough that her own son would want to have sex with her more than once a day.

It was a small source of comfort that she would be able to cling to when he decided to fuck her again.

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Sarah Coyle was on her back, her feet were over his shoulders, his weight held her in place, his hands either side of her kept him there, and his hips were beating down on her like hail in a storm. His thick and heavy prick filled her completely, and she had just cum for the, what felt like to her, the umpteenth time.

And Sarah Coyle was still in awe of how he could make her cum like this, time after time, after time. She swooned each time he hit home, the flatness of his lower body preventing him from going any further than he did. Her day had started like many of the others now did. A knock on her door after Ken, her husband had gone to work.

He had come in, walked upstairs to her bedroom where he knew she would be waiting for him. The signal had been there, it was a prearranged one, he would look for it. It was a half open window in her bedroom, one of the small ones, and the same one every time. If it wasn’t open then he would stay away and wait for the next time. Her husband always insisted on the windows being closed there, so it was the easiest of ruses for their safety to not get caught..

So when she knew it was safe for him, she would open it as soon as Ken had gone to work and wait. And she had not been disappointed yet. Pete came in, hurried to the bed, sat down, took her in his arms and kissed her; he was the most generous, and passionate of lovers she had ever known. He never ripped his clothes off, jumped in and screwed her, even though he could have very easily. He always took his time with her and Sarah loved the way he was.

Pete was also the most energetic, and athletic of lovers she had ever known, and Sarah had had a few before marrying. When he had finished with her, when he had practically fucked her half to death she would lay there and think, ‘Well, here I am again, fucked to death, and I’ll stay fucked to death forever!’ This didn’t happen every day, twice a week was about the norm, but occasionally it could be three or four, sometimes once, and on the odd occasion, none!

But he was here now, Sarah had gradually got into a routine of rising before Ken did, make his breakfast, and go back upstairs. This had been initiated slowly so as not to arouse suspicion on her husbands part. She showered and got ready for Pete, everything was done to a set piece. Ken would come up, kiss her goodbye, by the time he was about to leave the house, Sarah was giving her hair one last brush and she was looking gorgeous once more, but only for her lover.

The beautiful forty two year old woman lay on her pillow, her hair in a pony tail so as not to impede the kisses on her neck that she loved so much. Her oval face smiling, her symmetrical lips perfect for the first kiss of the day, her wide and deep hazel eyes, her arching brows, her pert nose. The creamy soft and still smooth complexion made his heart flip, just as it always did when laying his eyes upon her once more. His beautiful fabulous cock also flipped and twitched in appreciation of where it would very soon be.

Sarah was a tall woman at five ten inches, and had been a fashion model in her younger days, and reasonably successful too. Mostly because of her photogenic looks, her lithe, yet full body, and she had learned the walk that models needed. And throughout her formative years she had looked after herself. She had had several lovers before meeting Ken, many rich men had courted and wooed her, but Sarah had always craved ‘the normal life.’

And when she had met Ken, who in every sense of the word, was ‘normal.’ He had taken a drivers job to earn extra money while he made his way in the world, and thats how she had met him. He had asked her out, tongue in cheek, and he nearly died with surprise when she had said yes.

The thing Sarah liked about from the off was his very normality, he refused the bright lights that surrounded her, and gradually Sarah herself tired of them herself, and gave it all up to marry him. Now here she was, the mother of an eighteen year old son who had just gone to college.

She remembered how her affair with her lover had started, she hadn’t looked for it, certainly hadn’t expected it at all. She had tried to resist it, she had fought as much as she could, but he had been too strong, too insistent. And she had had to give in. He had in fact forced her to give in, she couldn’t eventually fight him off, and he had taken her. And, she had admitted to herself afterwards, it had been the most illicit, exhilarating, frightening, and highly exciting sex she had ever had.

It had been so good that when he had come to her for her the second time, she had momentarily hesitated, but only fleetingly. He didn’t hesitate, he had gone straight to her, she saw the look in his eyes, ‘you’re mine’ they had said, and she gave herself to him.

Pete, her now lover, was Mark’s, her eighteen year old sons best friend. And he had taken her one weekend when Ken was away, and Mark was fast asleep in his bed. Mark had had a pendik escort big row with his girlfriend; so he had invited Pete to stay over on that fateful night because of the row with Heather, his on off girlfriend.

But just after Pete had arrived, Heather had phoned and tearfully asked Mark to meet her. This left Pete in a ticklish situation, he had come prepared to stay, now Mark was going off. He had told Sarah. “Mrs Coyle, I’ll go, I don’t want to impinge on your good will.” Sarah poo poo’d him, and insisted he stayed.

Pete and Sarah had a very pleasant evening and he had had a hard on nearly all night just being alone with friends beautiful sexy mother, who he had had the hots for as long as he could remember. Pete along with every male who knew Sarah, or had even just met her longed for her. And when she had kissed his cheek before going to bed, he had nearly shot his load in his pants. Then as soon as he had got into his bedroom and under the covers he had jacked off over Marks gorgeous mother.

Mark had gone off and not returned until about four o clock in the morning. Pete had heard him come in, looked at the clock and smiled, he knew how much Mark loved his bed and knew he wouldn’t be around until the next afternoon. He had no plans to do what he would do the following morning; his first thoughts were before going back to sleep was that he would be alone with her once more.

He awakened; and had a morning wood, so he’d ploughed another session with his prick, and blew another hot load into another tissue. He lay there thinking of Sarah alone in her bed, he tossed and turned but a lie in was out of the question. He had never wanted to fuck a woman as much as he wanted to fuck his friends mother.

Pete was nine months older than Mark although they had been in the same class. Mark was at another college; Pete was at the local one so he was home every day. Mark would leave again on Sunday afternoon to return to his. Pete had decided that if opportunity presented itself, he would stay over Saturday night too.

This proved to be very fruitful, although Pete had not even thought of the events that would unfold this very morning. He had watched a little TV in the bedroom but turned it off utterly bored with it. And all the while his thoughts kept turning to Sarah, wondering what she was like in bed, what she looked liked, how soft and sexy she was, she was everything his girlfriend hadn’t been, and whom he had just given the push. And all the things an extremely horny nineteen year old boy thinks of.

He got up to go to the bathroom, and as he passed Sarah’s door he heard a noise, he stopped to listen. She was in her own shower; he could hear the water running. His mind went into overdrive, thinking of the water running off her, how sexy it would be to be in there watching her rub herself down.

Without thinking of any possible consequences, Pete, led by his burgeoning prick opened Sarah’s bedroom door. The en suite door was open and she was definitely in the shower, he crept to it, and peeked his head round. He could see her naked shape as she lathered her luscious body. And he could hear her humming to herself.

Thats when Pete’s mind went blank, or blew up, or whatever it was that caused him to do what he did next. Completely forgetting that Mark, her son was two doors down, he dropped his pyjama bottoms to the floor, now he was naked too. And his young, youthful rock hard cock was protruding upwards towards the shower door.

The steam blocked Sarah’s view to outside of the shower; he opened it and stepped in. Sarah gasped as the cold air swept over her and turned to be confronted by Pete. Sarah never spoke, she was too surprised, and Pete took the one step that brought him up to her. Sarah instinctively turned away from him.

He slid his right hand down her back, and his middle finger pressed into the crack of her beautiful rounded tight ass. It caught her little sphincter, and he pressed it, not quite in, but it was now located right over her crinkly little hole.

Sarah gasped again, and put both hands behind her back to remove the invading finger and hand, as she did this, Pete’s left hand slid down her flat belly, and his fingers found their target immediately. His first and third fingers were on the lips of her tight pussy, his middle sank right in. Sarah squealed, “Pete, what the he… Ohhhh Stop this right no… Ohhhh…”

Then she remembered that Mark was in his room, probably snoring his head off, so she knew she couldn’t make a scene. This would never be viewed well by any stretch of the imagination by any one, no matter how innocent she might be. This was to be Sarah’s worst enemy, and her seduction to her son’s best friend.

The finger now seated in her pussy was another problem for her, one hand tried to move that, her other was behind her trying to move that one too. It was to prove impossible but she didn’t know it yet. Pete at six feet kağıthane escort two inches was at the optimum height for what he was doing, Sarah had to stand on her toes to try and get herself off the invading digits, and she couldn’t!

She put a hand in his chest and pushed, she was wasting her time, he never budged an inch. Pete’s feet were already set against a physical protest. To try and distract her even more, he leaned in and kissed her neck, his prick was poking her in her thigh as well. Sarah stifled the moan that tried to escape her blood filling lips.

Pete’s thumb sought and caught her little man just above the entrance to her pussy, this made her throw her ass backwards in an unknown, but vain attempt to get away from it. It also gave Pete room to get his middle finger up into her ass. It went right in, past the first knuckle and up to the second. Sarah rose involuntarily, and automatically up onto her toes.

Now she was in real trouble, she wanted to call out for help, but dare not as she was scared to, because she knew already that this would look bad for her. She was naked, Pete was naked, who would believe her if she caused a scene. She was begging him to stop, it was crazy, you’ll get caught, this will end everything Peter, she had moaned to him. Pete never heard a word she said.

He was kissing her neck, fingering her ass, and fingering her pussy, with his thumb increasingly. And as far as Sarah was concerned, was maddeningly creating a monstrously severe itch, and it was starting to demand to be scratched. Pete still had the marbles spinning round his head, he knew what was happening, but it seemed like he was looking down at the scene, instead of being the major player.

He was close up to her now, she was struggling to move one way and the other, but no matter which way she moved, a finger went that way too, and he was kissing her neck, a place that Sarah loved above all others to be kissed. Sarah half turned towards him, she put her hand out and grabbed the shower rail. nNow there was one place, it was her pussy, completely unprotected.

She started to slow, her actions were becoming laboured, and her body was heating at the same rate. Pete centred his attack now on her neck, Sarah could only rock her head this way and that, all it did was give her seducer more access than he required for his interminable attack upon his friends mother.

Sarah was visibly wilting, her other hand fell away from behind her, it moved about as if looking for somewhere to go. His prick still prodding her thigh, was the resting place it found. Her hand rubbed over it, she moaned, she knew without looking what she had bumped.

Her last stance was about to take place before she fell into her fate. She took hold of it and squeezed, trying to cause pain. Pete moaned, she squeezed again, and Pete moaned again, then she dug her nails in and squeezed some more. Pete bit her neck, her last attempt had failed, now her fingers closed around it. Her thumb went over the top, and she pulled it, the way a woman in need of sex and love did.

Sarah turned right to him now, her lovely face flush, her high cheek bones had red flashes on them. He took over, “Put your feet on the ledges Sarah,” Pete told her. Around two edges of the shower were two ledges about three inches wide and two inches high. With no thought, she did, her back was in the corner so it made her legs and feet spread apart. Pete bent his knees, pushed his hips forward and straightened up, his prick sank right in. Sarah gasped at the fantastic intrusion, she came immediately, it wasn’t a crashing climax, but it was enough to snuff out any possible future complaint from her again.

Pete’s hips moved at speed, his prick which, she was to learn was a beauty in its own right, gave her untold pleasure from the start. He had his arms around the beautiful forty two year old woman now, and was leaning against her, and he was in heaven, his dreams of screwing his best friends mother was now reality.

Sarah had let go of the rail, and her arms encircled her erstwhile lover, as he fucked her wonderfully against the tiles. Soon her left leg rose and encircled him, the side of her foot coming to rest against the back of his thigh as he pumped his hips at her. Because Pete had her against the wall it prevented her from falling down.

And he had already cum that morning thinking about her, so cumming again too soon would be a no no, but only for now. He knew the thrill would overtake him. Sarah had had a huge orgasm, then another, each one was bigger than the last. She had two more then Pete grunted, crushed her to the wall, and blew a load of hot, sticky and creamy cum right up into her. She could feel the pulsating of his cock, the heating inside her, it told her his cum had found its mark, and Sarah came once more.

He stood there like a pillar of stone, his cock throbbing, he kissed her maltepe escort for the first time, Sarah let him and kissed him back. His cum and hers started sliding down there legs, eventually realism returned. “Pete,” Sarah murmured, “we have to get out of here, if Mark wakes and finds us, all hell will be let loose.” He had to agree, and pulled back, his soft cock popped out, he looked down to see water washing him, Sarah looked as well, and she stared at it, she liked what she saw.

She grabbed a cloth and washed him down, inadvertently kissing his cock as her lips neared it. She looked up at him, he smiled a grateful smile. They got out; he grabbed a towel, and quietly left her, but only after kissing her a lot more. She kissed him back, both groped the other a little, then she pushed him out. He went back to his room and threw himself on to the bed.

He thought long and hard about what had happened, even he couldn’t believe what he had done, and what he had achieved. It stunned him, it also brought life to his withered prick once more. He considered going back again, but decided against it, the last thing he wanted to do was anger, and upset her.

An hour later he had gone down, Sarah was in the kitchen making breakfast, both were sheepish around the other. Pete took the lead, put his arms around her and got her neck, Sarah moaned, but told him to stop, “Mark is right above our heads Pete,” she warned him.

“Yeah,” he answered, “and a bomb under him wouldn’t wake him.” He told her as he kissed her neck some more.

“Pete please?” she squeaked, he took no notice and kept it up, Sarah stood and let him, then she turned in his arms. “Pete, we can’t do this, it has to stop, you forced me, even raped me, I know I gave in, and it was fantastic while it lasted, but no, it’s done. I think you had better go.”

Then a ringing sound and a thud from upstairs told them Mark had set the alarm for some reason and he was up, they both looked at each other, Pete said unequivocally, “I’m staying.” And he went into the lounge with his coffee. Sarah was nonplussed to say the least. If Mark was up this early, he must have something on, and Pete bet he would be going out, he was right.

He appeared looking dishevelled, but passably presentable, had a quick coffee, and an even quicker hello to Pete, he said over his shoulder as he opened the door, “look after mom for me pal!” and he was gone. Pete couldn’t have been happier. ‘Don’t you worry Mark, I intend to!’ he said silently after him. Sarah stood there in a daze, and she was alone again with her rapist come seducer, what was she going to do now?

She hurried upstairs and closed her bedroom door, Pete hadn’t heard her, when he went into the kitchen to see her, she was gone. ‘Only one place she can be,’ he told himself. But getting up the courage to go to her was harder than he thought. The courage he had had yesterday had evaporated.

An hour later Pete could wait no longer, his prick was leading him again, he needed to screw his friends mother desperately, and for the life of him, he couldn’t see her saying no! He made his way up, he stood outside her door, then he knocked softly, no answer, he knocked twice more before he heard a muffled, “go away Pete!”

That did it for him; he wasn’t going to back down, not now. He was sure she wanted him to fuck her again. He opened the door and Sarah was sat at her dresser. He undid his shirt and pulled it out as he approached her. She saw him through the mirror. The determination was etched on his face, his eyes telling her, ‘you’re mine!’ She also saw the abs above the belt on his trousers, it was like looking at a staircase climbing up to his rib cage, they were so defined.

He put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently, it was all it took the breach the dam. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘for a young man, or boy, depending on your point of view,’ she pondered, ‘he is damn sure of himself, so forceful in character.’ Her mind, let alone body, still hadn’t got over the events in her shower earlier. It was still set, and still very hot to her.

She was also still in a state of arousal; the memory of him doing her that way would never leave her no matter how many years passed from now. Sarah rose robotically from her seat, she needed to tell him to leave quickly, instead she went into his arms. The kiss they shared this time was not their first kiss, but this was the real kiss, the one that gave her to him.

Soon Sarah’s clothes were dropping to the floor, as his were too. Then she was on her bed, and on her back looking up at him, her son’s friend. As he rose majestically above her and plunged into her super heated pussy again, it took only seconds for them to cum frenziedly with each other.

Their lovemaking was sheer pandemonium, heated and childish, neither could cum quick enough, both were more than desperate to cum once more. This was for themselves, singular, Sarah because she was feeling a little frustrated in her life, and suddenly in dire need to feel him in her, a deed she had just resolved never to let occur ever again. And Pete’s need was because of his animalistic longing for this female now in his world, this female under his powerful young frame! And both made the other cum, a feat that they both wallowed in.

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