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Good day readers!

I would like to thank everyone who has voted or commented on the previous parts of the story. I’m glad that you like it so far, and I hope that you will like this part as much.

This part didn’t turn out quite how I wanted it, but given the changes in my life, I wanted to finish off the story so that it wasn’t left hanging as so many stories are on this site. With luck I will get some more time to devote to writing and have something else to put up for you all to enjoy.

Please continue to vote and comment. I do ask that comments, whether positive, or negative in nature, be kept respectful.

This is a complete work of fiction, and all parties engaging in sexual activity are over the age of 18.

Any characters resembling real persons is a coincidence, as again this is a complete work of fiction.

Enjoy!

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8

I sat in my recliner looking over at the loves of my life sitting on the couch, while some mindless cartoon movie played on the TV. I felt love for my daughter, and pregnant sister, but aside from that love I didn’t feel much of anything.

After I sold my business to Jimmy a month ago, I didn’t have much to do. I worked on some extra repairs around the house that needed doing. Emily and I had been looking for a suitable place to move to so that we could continue our illicit relationship in peace, but there is only so much time each day one can spend looking at a computer or driving across the countryside looking at land.

I was lost.

I would do anything for my family, but it was my work that gave me some focus and drive. That was one reason, when Sarah and I won the lottery, we agreed to keep working despite not needing to. We both recognized that we needed that aspect to our lives, and now I didn’t have that.

As I sat there looking at my family, I held out hope for the future. Emily and I had looked at a small hobby farm three hours away. We both liked it, and the small town that was close by. The school was good, and there was even a movie theatre and dance club. We put a bid in on the property over the asking price but hadn’t heard back yet. I really hope that we get that place. We aren’t likely to find a better spot. Maybe I should call the realtor and up our bid. Make sure we get it, I thought.

Snapping me out of my ruminations, Ava slammed into my gut, as she dove at me to give me a hug. “G’night Daddy!”

“Good night, Angel,” I groaned out, rubbing the ache that was lingering as she ran up the stairs.

Emily smiled sympathetically at me. As she passed, she trailed her fingers along my arm, and wordlessly followed Ava up the stairs.

I let out a sigh and shut down the living room. “Might as well go to bed too,” I said to the empty room.

Before heading to our bedroom, I stopped by Ava’s room.

“Mommy, read me a story. Pleeease!” Ava whined as she climbed under her covers.

“Not tonight. The deal was that you got to stay up to watch the movie, and then right to bed,” Emily replied, tucking the blankets around the three-year-old.

Ava pouted but didn’t say any more.

As Emily gave Ava a kiss, I walked over. I enveloped both ladies in a hug, pulling them tight. And they both groaned from my squeeze. When I released them, Ava giggled, and wrapped her arm around my neck pulling me down and planting a wet kiss on my cheek.

I loved every second of this bedtime ritual, and untangled Ava’s arms and tucked her back in, planting a kiss of my own on her cheek. “Good night, Ava. Sleep well.”

Emily stood by the door, waiting for me. She flicked out the lights as we left the room and wrapped her arm around my waist. In return I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

“I love you, Chris.”

I kissed the top of my sister’s fiery red hair. “I love you too, Emily.”

When we reached our bedroom, we disengaged the embrace and got ready for bed.

Emily was coming out of the bathroom wearing a simple nightgown, as I climbed into bed. She had a confused expression on her face when she looked at me. After a moment of indecision, she climbed into bed beside me.

“What’s the matter Chris? This isn’t you.”

I sighed. “Nothing is specifically wrong; I’m just not feeling like my usual self.” I went on to explain how I was feeling.

As I spoke, we both settled down into the bed, and I wrapped my arm around Emily. She snuggled in close and started tracing designs across my chest hair. What she was doing felt good, but it wasn’t stirring me the way it usually did.

“I get it, Chris, I felt that way after the accident. I had to find something to centre me. I found you. You just need to find something too.”

I thought about Emily’s words, a smirk coming to my lips. “You really are wise beyond your years.”

“Grief and trauma can do that to a person.”

I nodded my agreement.

“How about I see if I can’t find something for you to focus on,” Emily said with a playful tone to her voice.

As çankaya escort she spoke, her hand started its way south. I didn’t say anything, and simply tried to focus on the sensation of her fingers lightly tracing their way down my body. I could feel exactly where her fingers had been, and where they were, but the sensations were muted. Where they used to inflame the passions within me, now the fires were banked, waiting for that something to blow them back into flame.

Emily’s hand slid beneath my pyjama pants, and she quickly grabbed my flaccid cock. She pulled and massaged it, but flaccid it remained.

I glanced down at my sister. “I don’t think he’s in the mood tonight. If you want, I can do you though.”

Emily looked up at me and stared deep into my eyes. She smiled and kissed me softly. “That’s okay. I was doing it for you.” She rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows to look at me better. “Chris, I know the feelings of depression, and I know you. Just hang in there, okay. Once we move, you’ll be able to build us a house, and build your business again. We’ll be okay.”

I smiled and nodded, before giving her a kiss.

We snuggled up and drifted off to sleep.

***

Three days after Emily and I spoke in bed, we finally heard about the property. I was lying in bed. I couldn’t be bothered to get up, and Emily had taken Ava to school. There was a little less than a month of school left.

My phone started ringing. I looked over at the nightstand where my phone rested and glanced at the screen. It was the realtor calling. I felt the first stirrings of hope I’d had in a while.

I answered, “Hello?”

“Good morning, Mr. Smith, this is Howard Plot. I have some good news for you. They accepted your offer for the farm! If you and Emily can come by today, we can get the last few forms signed. Then it won’t be long at all.”

Happiness blasted through my brain. It was as though my serotonin starved brain, ODed from the sudden influx of the happy chemical.

I heaved out a sigh. “Thank you so much Howard! That is great news. Emily and I will stop by your office as soon as we can.”

We shared a few last pleasantries before ending the call.

Suddenly the bed couldn’t contain me. I jumped up and ran for the bathroom. It didn’t take me long to jump into the shower. The hot water slowed me down from the sudden burst of happy energy.

The feeling of the water passing over me felt good. It’s been too long since I showered. How could I have gone multiple days without? How did Emily put up with me the past while? I continued my ruminations as the water cleansed my body.

I was so involved in my thoughts and the feeling of the soap and water, that I was oblivious to the person stepping into the shower behind me. It wasn’t until her arms snaked their way around me and mashed her body into mine that I was brought out of the confines of my mind.

I leaned back into Emily’s embrace. “I’m so sorry Em,” I said, turning around.

She smirked up at me. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. We all get depressed at times.”

“We do,” I agreed, nodding. Water dripped from my head, onto hers. “But that doesn’t mean that my ignoring you and Ava was right.”

Emily released her hold on my body and reached up grabbing my face. She stared intently into my eyes. “Chris, I love you. Ava loves you. A little depression isn’t going to change that. If you got the flu or pneumonia, we wouldn’t stop loving you, so why would getting depressed matter? I understand. I’ve been there.”

Water dripped down my face, and I wasn’t sure if it was all from the showerhead. I pulled Emily close and leaned down kissing her. It didn’t take long for that kiss to grow passionate.

Before things could heat up though, the water cooled us down.

As soon as the cold water started flowing, Emily let out a squeal. “How long have you been in here?”

I quickly turned off the tap, laughing. “Long enough to do some thinking.”

We stepped out of the tub and grabbed the towels hanging on the bar.

As soon as I had a towel in hand, I turned, and wrapped it around my love. She in turn, wrapped the one in her hands around me. She started rubbing my back and butt.

“Emily, I got a call this morning. We got it.”

Her head snapped up, her eyes wide, and a huge smile plastered on her face. “We got it?” she whispered.

I simply smiled and nodded.

She pulled me close again, moulding her body to mine, and leaned her cheek on my chest. I simply enjoyed feeling her in my arms. So far this has been a good morning.

It didn’t take long with the renewed sense of feeling, and the happiness, and the love of my life in my arms, for my body to respond.

Emily giggled, “It seems someone else is happy too.” She leaned back into my arms and looked up into my eyes. All the while, bringing her hands around me, still holding the towel.

Her hands inched their way forward and escort çankaya soon found my hard prick. She started rubbing the edges of the towel over my length.

I let out a breath, I hadn’t realized I was holding, groaning in pleasure.

She smirked. “We need to make sure he’s all dry now don’t we.”

I nodded. “Yes. He’d get cold otherwise,” I agreed.”

“Well, I guess you’d better follow me then. I know a perfect way to make sure he stays nice and toasty warm.”

Emily dropped the towel, and took a hold of my cock, pulling me along. She led me to the bed, where she turned me around and pushed me down onto the bed.

A moment later, I was buried balls deep in my sister. She leaned forward mashing her boobs against my chest and started kissing along my chin.

After the past few weeks of depression, finally feeling everything in exquisite detail was like an overload. Emily rode me fast and hard, and it didn’t take long before I could feel the tingle in my balls.

I lifted Emily off of me and rolled us over. She let out a whimper when my member was extracted from the confines of her pussy.

“How is he supposed to stay warm if you don’t put him back and rub him. That’s the only way to make sure,” Emily joked, spreading her legs wide, inviting me in.

I chuckled and lined myself up. I slowly eased into her as I said, “I plan on keeping him nice and warm, don’t you worry. I just needed to slow things down a bit, or you wouldn’t have the chance to get nice and hot.”

She laughed, causing her body to convulse, and felt awesome on my cock.

I started pumping in and out again, though at a much slower pace. I kept our bodies close together, and I looked into her deep blue eyes. We were no longer fucking; instead making love.

“You have the most beautiful eyes, Em.”

She smiled up at me and gave me a light kiss on the nose. “Thank you, brother of mine.” After a moment, she continued, “I love you. You know that right?”

I nodded. In reply I kissed her deeply. Our tongues duelled. We continued to kiss, breaking only long enough to gasp a breath before we continued. And as we kissed the pace of our love making increased.

It wasn’t long before the tingling returned, and my orgasm snuck up on me. Before I knew what was happening, I was past the point of no return, and pumping my virile seed into my sister.

Stars exploded in my vision, and I went rigid as the orgasm ripped through my body. While I held still at my peak, Emily continued to rock her hips, prolonging my pleasure.

Soon enough my orgasm faded, and I came back to reality, breathing deeply. Unfortunately, with my cum, came the end of my erection, and my dick flopped out of Emily’s sopping and filled pussy.

“I’m sorry Em, I was trying to hold off.”

I started kissing my way down her body. My dick may have betrayed me, but that doesn’t mean that I couldn’t give her some pleasure too. But she grabbed me by my head and pulled me back up.

“Just hold me, Chris. That’s all I need.”

I shifted off of her and cuddled in close to her. “Are you sure?”

She looked over at me and snuggled in closer. “Yes, I’m sure. Just seeing a little life in you, is enough. I hope that you stay with us. I know depression is a sickness, and you have no control over it, but it is much nicer to have you like this.”

Pangs of guilt shot through me.

I must have flinched at her words, because immediately, she sat back and looked into my face.

She shook her head. “Chris, I’m sorry. That was mean, and insensitive. I do love you. No matter what.” She raised her left hand. “I meant it when I said yes. I love you forever and nothing is going to change that. Yes, I prefer you without the depression. Everyone prefers their loved ones healthy. That doesn’t mean that you did anything wrong. I’m sorry.”

I gave her a weak smile. She knew me so well. Despite the age difference, more often than not, it was Emily who was comforting me, rather than the other way around.

I pulled her back into my embrace. “There’s nothing to forgive. I love you too, you know. Imperfections and all.”

She slapped my chest playfully, “Imperfections? You must have fallen in the shower and hit your head before I got there. I’m perfect and you know it.”

I kissed the top of her head. “I do know it. I love you.”

We cuddled for another half hour before cleaning up and getting dressed. Then we were off to the realtor’s office.

***

9

A week after signing the papers, I drove my family out to our new farm. We wouldn’t take possession for another month almost, but the owners, knowing that we wanted to build new, agreed that we could start the planning, and even store supplies on site before taking possession.

Ava was bouncing in her booster seat as we turned down the gravel driveway. “Daddy, look! Cows! Can I pets the cows?”

Emily and I shared a look and chuckled.

“May I pet the cows, çankaya escort bayan Angel,” I corrected. “No. At least not today. Those are the neighbour’s beef cows. I don’t think it would be a good idea to just walk over and try to pet them.”

I parked the car off the driveway, and out of the way from where the current owners might be working. Part of the reason for the delay in getting the place was so that the farmers could sell off the few animals they had. Though only a hobby farm, it was still a working farm.

As soon as the car stopped, Ava unbuckled herself, and jumped out of the car. She ran to the fence between the properties to get a closer look at the cows in the neighbouring field.

“Just think Ava,” Emily said. “Soon you’ll be able to see the animals every day.”

Ava looked away from the pasture for a moment, a look of wonder on her young face.

I smiled, and after giving Emily a hug, I grabbed a tape measure and wandered in the other direction. I began looking the property over in greater detail. Envisioning in my mind where and how I wanted to build our new house.

It had only been a few days since getting out of my funk, and though there were times when I still felt down, I could tell that having something to work on, something to look forward to, was exactly what I needed.

Mrs. Corbett stepped out on her porch and waved at us. I returned her smile, and waved back, not paying her much mind. I continued to survey the property for where to build our house. I did notice though, that Emily and Ava went over to talk to her.

I measured the distance between the barn and where I wanted to build. Then between the house and build site.

A voice pulled me from my work, “This where you’re thinking to build, is it?”

I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Mr. Corbett. I nodded my head. “Yes sir. I think this is going to be a great spot. Thank you again for selling it to us. I think my family will really be happy here.”

He smiled in return. “How could we say no, after that offer you put down.”

We both looked up at the house, where Emily, Ava, and Mrs. Corbett were talking. “You have a lovely family son. I’m glad that this old farm is going to be put to good use. You sure you don’t want to take up hog farmin’ though?”

I gave the farmer a crooked grin and shook my head. “I’m a builder, not a farmer. Though I have shovelled shit from more than one stall.” We both chuckled.

Mr. Corbett cleared his throat. “I know you’re planning to build. And I think that’s a good idea. This old farmhouse has more problems with it than a young family really needs. Given how old it is and all.” He paused for a moment. “List’n the missus and I were talking. I know that the best time to start building is now. That way you can get the place done before winter. I know we said that you could plan it out and get supplies and such, but we think that you should start right away.”

His words caught me off guard. I turned and regarded the man. “Thank you. I truly appreciate that. I’d have to talk to Emily, obviously, but I don’t know about the logistics. We were planning to move into your house until the build was completed.”

The farmer nodded. “That’s a fair point. Now I’m going to make a suggestion. And that’s all it is. If you don’t like it, don’t worry about it. It would be as though the words never left my mouth.”

I nodded for him to continue.

“We have a spare room. If you wanted, you could stay there. It would let you start building now. It’s too small for the three of you, and I’m gonna guess you have to pack up back in the city. But if you want the room. It’s yours.”

The kindness and generosity of this man was astounding. I didn’t know what to say.

“Talk it over with yur wife. Just let us know one way or the other.”

I nodded my agreement and shook his hand. “Thank you again. I’ll give you a call in a day or two.”

He smiled and nodded. “Gud. I best get back to work. If you don’t want them hogs, then I have to find someone who does.”

I chuckled as he wandered back to work.

I took the last few measurements that I needed and wrote them all down. I would still need to get a survey team out to make the official measurements for the architects, but I had no doubt that my plan would work.

It wasn’t long before Emily and Ava wandered over into the yard where I was working. Ava spotted the abundance of grasshoppers and started chasing them.

“I’m so glad we found this place,” Emily said, wrapping her arms around me. “It’s so beautiful here.”

I returned her hug and gave her a peck on the lips. “Yes, it is. And the Corbett’s are generous too.” I explained to Emily the offer they gave to us.

“So, you want to move here, without me or Ava to start the build?” Emily asked in a guarded tone.

I sighed. “Not really,” I answered honestly. “But at the same time, he wasn’t wrong to say that this is the time to start building. If we hold off even another month, that might mean not being done before the snows. And then we’d be moving in, in the winter. I’d rather be done moving before then.”

Emily tightened her grip around me. “I hear what you’re saying, and I can’t disagree with it. Other than to say, I don’t want to be apart.”

“I don’t want to be apart either Em. Let’s talk more later. Okay?”

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Just a short seasonal piece. No graphic sex descriptions in this one, so don’t be disappointed if you don’t find any. It was difficult to find a Literotica heading that was really right for this story, but in the end we decided to submit it under the Incest/Taboo heading. The Taboo part being most appropriate.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS

Gillian, Gill to her few friends, is the forty five year old mum of daughter Lyndsey. Divorced for five years, she kept herself in trim with a good diet and home Yoga exercises. She was pretty introverted and hadn’t had a close man friend since her divorce from Lyndsey’s father, after he’d cheated on her. She always dressed in a very reserved and almost dowdy fashion since the divorce, buying most of her clothes from mail order catalogues online.

It was a few days before Christmas. Lyndsey and her boyfriend, Tony, were due to stay with Gill over the Christmas holidays at her home in the south of England. Lyndsey had been in Scotland for a couple of days visiting her father and his girlfriend. She was due to come home to mum today, and then spend Christmas there with mum andTony.

The weather in Scotland had been very bad for the last two days, with blizzards stretching right down into Northern England. Train services were suspended, aircraft were grounded, and Lyndsey has no way of getting home before Christmas.

Tony had booked for him and Lyndsey to go out to dinner at an upmarket nightclub/restaurant this evening as a special treat, but Lyndsey had called to tell him she can’t get home until after the Christmas holiday.

Tony arrived at Gill’s house and Gill asked him if Lyndsey had told him about her travel problems. “Yes,” he’d said, “she won’t be home until after Christmas day. Is it alright if I still stay here, as my folks have gone to Spain for the holidays?”

Gill says, “Yes of course it’s ok, I’ve got everything ready for meals, the drinks cabinet is well stocked, and if you weren’t here, I’d be spending Christmas on my own. I’ll be glad to have you with me.”

“That’s good,” Tony said, “I was looking forward to a nice family Christmas, at least we’ll be able to keep each other company.” Then he remembered the booking for the dinner date with Lyndsey. “I’d better cancel the dinner booking for tonight,” he said, “as it’s short notice I’ll lose my 50% deposit, but that’s better than having to pay the whole cost without having the fun.”

Then a thought struck him. “Gill, why don’t you and I go out to the dinner together? You haven’t been out much lately, it would eryaman escort be good for you and we always get on very well together. There’ll be dancing as well, if you want to. It’ll be fun, will you be my date tonight?” he asked.

“Oh Tony, I can’t,” she replied, “I’ve nothing to wear, I haven’t been to the hairdresser recently and I’ve probably forgotten how to dance. Anyway, you don’t want to be out with a frumpy old woman like me.”

“Nonsense,” said Tony, “you’re not frumpy at all, you’re a very attractive lady. You could just wash your hair and put it up, I’m sure it would be lovely, and you must have something in your wardrobe that would be suitable for the evening. You don’t have to dance if you don’t want to, we can just enjoy dinner and a few drinks to celebrate Christmas.”

“But wouldn’t you feel awkward having a middle aged woman as your partner for the evening,” she asked?

“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m 23, I’m not a kid and you don’t realise how attractive you are. I’d be proud to take you anywhere.”

“You must be wearing rose tinted glasses or fantasizing,” she replied, “I see myself in the mirror every day and I know how I look.”

“Well, I can tell you that you often appear in my fantasies, and you are always beautiful.” He said, then clearly embarrassed he continued, “oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“You fantasise about me?” she asked, blushing, “what sort of fantasies? No, don’t tell me, you’ll embarrass us both.”

“It’s too late to stop,” he said, “I fantasize about you because I find you very attractive, you are a beautiful woman who tries to, but can’t hide her beauty. I fantasize about kissing your soft lips and holding you in my arms. About making you laugh, and just being with you. And before you say anything else, yes, you can guess, I do fantasize about going to bed with you and making love.”

“There, I’ve said too much now, and you’ll hate me for it, I’d better get my things and go stay at my parents place. I’m sorry.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” she said, “I had no idea that you felt the way you do, it’s very flattering, believe me. Flattering and dangerous so we’ll say no more about it. If I can find something suitable to wear, I will be your dinner date tonight. It might be fun, but don’t be surprised if I stand on your toes if we dance. Thank you for asking me. Now, I’d better go and see if there’s any moth-eaten rag in my wardrobe that’s suitable for being wined and dined in.”

She eryaman escort bayan left the room and went to her bedroom, she felt lightheaded and a bit shaky inside. Tony was her daughter’s steady boyfriend but his confession about his fantasies had excited her, and she had to admit to herself, it had aroused her, she couldn’t deny it.

The contents of her wardrobe were disappointing. There was absolutely nothing suitable, but she didn’t want to let him down now. Then she wondered if there might be anything in Lyndsey’s wardrobe that she could get into. It was unlikely but it was the only chance.

Lyndsey had some lovely clothes, and lots of them, but as Gill looked through them she didn’t think she’d find anything she could get into. She’d kept herself in trim, but she was sure she was bigger than her daughter.

At the end of the row of dresses she found a very nice black cocktail dress, it was fairly plain but nicely cut, perhaps a little short for her, the girls wore their skirts so much shorter these days. Taking the dress off its hanger she decided to try it on, the fabric was a little stretchy so she might manage to get into it.

Stripping off her dress Gill unzipped the black dress and stepped into it. As she pulled it over her hips she was pleased to find that it wasn’t too tight. She pulled the top up and slipped her arms through the thin shoulder straps. Oh dear, she thought, the bodice was going to be too tight when zipped up, what a disappointment. Then another thought came to her, she slipped her arms out of the shoulder straps and removed her bra, when she pulled the top up again, and zipped it using the method her mother had taught her (a length of cord through the zip fastener pulled up over her shoulder), she found that it was very snug around her thirty five inch bust, but not too tight, and she wasn’t too exposed. She would go to the ball after all!

Gill found a decent pair of strappy black heels in her wardrobe; she hadn’t worn these for a long time but they looked good. She also found a black satin choker with a diamond drop to wear round her neck and a black shawl to put round her shoulders until they reached the warmth of the nightclub.

Then she went to give Tony the good news.

Gill spent the afternoon in the bathroom and in her bedroom preparing for her dinner date. When she appeared again wearing the black cocktails dress, she was a different woman, her hair looked beautiful and glossy, put up in a French pleat. She’d made up escort eryaman very carefully, using more than the light dusting that she’d usually used since her marriage had broken down.

She hoped that the short skirt of her dress would not expose the tops of her dark coloured hold up stockings, but she liked the way the dress clung to her curves and showed off her bust. She looked beautiful, and she felt better about herself and more confident than at any time since she’d discovered her ex-husband’s infidelity.

On the way to the nightclub Gill noticed the taxi driver checking her out a few times in his rear-view mirror. The first time she saw him she wondered what was wrong, was her hair coming undone, was she showing too much cleavage, or what? When he gave her a broad wink the third time they made eye contact, she knew there was nothing wrong and she felt more confident about her evening out.

At the nightclub they enjoyed a first-class dinner and drank champagne. Gill had forgotten how much she loved champagne. They danced, and once Gill had found her rhythm, Tony had been surprised at how good a dancer she was. They had fun. She was admired by many during dinner and on the dance floor and was hit upon a couple of times.

When she went to the ladies’ room, she passed one guy who stopped her and gave her his card, asking her to ring him. She smiled, took the card, pecked the man on the cheek and thanked him for the compliment, but she told him she was already spoken for as she placed the card back in the breast pocket of his jacket.

When they got home at the end of the evening, she thanked Tony for taking her out and told him how much she’d enjoyed the dinner, the dancing, and most of all his company. She offered him a nightcap, he asked for a whisky. She joined him and they drank a toast to each other.

Tony asked for one last dance before the evening was over, she agreed. He looked quickly through a rack of CDs by the player. He selected one by the Eagles and queued up the track “The Hollywood Waltz”. They danced and he held her tight as she laid her head on his shoulder.

He danced her under the sprig of mistletoe hanging from a light fitting, then he stopped, she looked up at him and he asked for a kiss under the mistletoe, she looked above her and smiled, then she gave him a swift peck on the lips. “No, that won’t do at all,” he said, “that’s the sort of kiss I’d give to my sister.” With that he pulled her closer and kissed her gently. but firmly, full on her succulent mouth.

They made out sensually for some time before she pulled back and slightly breathlessly said,” I think we’re about to make your fantasies come true, Tony. Take me to bed and make love to me, but if Lyndsey ever finds out, I promise you, I’ll kill you!”

Life for Gill as a beautiful single woman was going to be so much more fun from here on.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

Kenneth sighed while brushing his hair with his fingers. He had messy and curly dark hair, which he never bothered combing in the morning. He worked at a newspaper company, and the hustle and bustle of the staff running around the room was really stressing him out. The problem was, it had been months since he last got laid, and he desperately needed it. It always managed to calm him down, and he could feel his stress level rising tremendously every day that passed.

He decided at once that the best thing he could do was go to the bar tonight. He was somewhat of a loner, and didn’t socialize much with the outside world. This would be good for him, to go out for once, and maybe meet a nice girl he can get along with. His mother would be happy about that.

He was finally able to go home at around 7pm, which was even earlier than when he was usually able to leave. It was too important to always be caught up with the most recent news, and that meant staying at the office for as long as possible. He quickly grabbed some microwave dinner, changed into a dress shirt and jeans, and drove down to the nearest bar.

The evening ended up being a complete bust. He had sat there in the corner seat, watching people passing by with unease. Then, he spied a beautiful woman that seemed like just his type, and decided to be confident enough to talk to her. When he did, she rejected him harshly, and he was so ashamed of himself that he left the bar immediately, after paying a tab that was much higher than he thought it would be.

Deciding not to order a cab home, he walked along the water, humming to himself as he thought about how miserable and lonely his life was. How had he gotten to this point? He had plenty of friends in high school, but after moving to another city, he had lost connections with most of them, and now his job was the only thing he had in his life. This was far from what he had planned for himself, and he couldn’t help but wonder where he had gone wrong.

His stream of thoughts were interrupted, however, as he spied something glinting up at him near the harbor. He felt entirely transfixed by it, and edged towards the edge of the water, looking down at it with a sense of uneasiness. There seemed to be some sort of aura radiating from it, begging him to touch it. He had never experienced something like it before, and knew he would have to approach it no matter what his mind was telling him.

As the waves washed over it one more time, he was able to see it properly. It was a mask, a wooden mask with a large metal bar in the middle and what appeared to be three screws holding it in place. It had a slightly pinkish-red tinge to it, and large cracks throughout the bark. It was very peculiar, and Kenneth knew he would have to take it home with him to see what it was all about. Maybe he would display it in his kitchen, and show it off for his guests to see. If he ever had any guests. He looked to either side of him, making sure there was no one watching, before lifting it up from the sand and brushing the dirty debris off of it. It was very heavy, almost like he was holding a rock he found at the beach. He almost considered leaving it there for someone else to find, but the mask itself seemed to speak to him, and he knew he wouldn’t actually be able to part with it.

And so he hummed to himself, already feeling much better as he journeyed the rest of the way home. As soon as he arrived, closing the door of his apartment behind him, he stared at the mask, wondering if he should put it on. He wondered if he would be cursed with some sort of voodoo, since the mask definitely had something off about it. He chuckled to himself before putting it on his face.

Nothing happened. He looked at the mirror by the front door, almost giggling as he looked at how ridiculous he was in front of it. The mask barely fit his face, and he had to squish it to even look like he was wearing it properly. He shook his head as he took it off of him. This would be something cool to show his sister this weekend during her baby shower, since she pHd in archeology, and maybe she would be able to tell him more about it. He decided to display it in his living room for now before bringing it for her to enjoy along with his gift for her newborn baby.

Kenneth, now realizing how late it was before a work night, promptly prepared himself for bed and fell asleep immediately. It turned out to be an exciting day afterall. He was rejected at the bar, but at least he found something interesting at the beach, and it might actually be worth a lot of money.

———

The week flew by with Kenneth completely forgetting the mask existed. After buying a last minute gift for his sister, he headed to her home, and was excited to be able to interact with people for once. This would be good for him, he could sense it in his gut.

“You’re finally here!” She cried out when she opened the door to welcome him.

“I mamak escort had to buy the perfect gift for my future niece!” He winked at her as he gave her an one armed hug.

She scowled at him. “That last minute, huh? So typical of you.”

“Shh…” He said in response. “I also brought something cool to show you.”

She arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“It could be ancient and archeological, I’m not sure. It feels really old.” He shrugged.

Her mood immediately changed into something more curious. “What? Show me!”

“Don’t you have to entertain your guests?” He asked as they traveled down the hallway together towards the kitchen.

“Mom’s already doing a good job annoying everyone.” She rolled her eyes dramatically.

He chuckled in response. Their mother was… eccentric. A loud talker that liked to be involved in other people’s businesses, but he knew she had a kind heart, and always held her deep in his heart.

His sister, Melody, stopped in her tracks at the kitchen counter, where an assortment of pink cupcakes with pacifiers on them filled up most of the counter top. “Well, show me.” He felt a little shy to do so, since he might’ve over-judged its significance, and he knew that she would make fun of it if it was merely an over-produced item from the local gift shop.

He hesitantly pulled the mask out from the duffle bag he carried, and she arched her eyebrows in amazement as it came out. “Wow, I’ve never seen anything like that before.” She grabbed it immediately, but held it carefully in her arms as she studied it. Her eyes were transfixed to every detail, and he could see her face shift from humour to concentration. It was always weird for him to see his sister like this, when she was passionate about the field she was in.

“Do you know what it is?” He asked curiously.

“Hmm…” She said, and before he could say anything, she ran upstairs with the mask, leaving him behind. He was appalled, but followed her anyway. They stopped in her study room, and she frantically searched through the bookshelves, looking for a specific novel.

“Um… can I help you look for something?” He asked awkwardly.

“No, I’ve got it.” She replied, pulling out what looked like an ancient book that must’ve been at least a thousand pages. She slammed it on the table, and flipped through it with a hungry look in her eyes. He stood next to her, watching the images and words fly by on the old papyrus paper. She seemed to know exactly what she was looking for, because she stopped on a particular page, and almost squealed when she saw the picture.

It was identical. To every crevice and arch on the wood. The only difference was that the mask in the book had a green tinge to it, and the one currently sitting on her study table had a pink tinge. “Doesn’t that look the same to you?” She asked him.

He nodded. “I can’t believe this is actually something special, I thought it might’ve been from a gift shop or something, or a craft someone made.”

She chuckled. “Well, it’s definitely not the real thing. There’s no way the Norse Gods even existed, you know I’m not that delusional.”

“Wait, what? The Norse Gods?” He asked curiously.

She nodded. “Wait, let me read this again. I don’t really remember the story very well.”

He arched his eyebrows. “You know how to read this?”

She laughed out loud. “You know I can read almost twenty languages right? Though none of them are even useful in modern life. It’s just a part of my job.” He whistled from how impressed he was, but she only shrugged it away, like it was normal.

She pulled the novel up and sat down with it on her lap. He watched as her eyes rapidly screened the pages, trying to learn as much as possible in as little time as possible. After a few minutes, she looked up at him. “Okay, I remember the details now.”

“Well?” He was so curious he was almost bursting. This was beyond what he expected to learn from her today.

“It says here that the mask was created between the end of the 4th century AD and the beginning of the 5th century AD by Loki, the Norse god of fire and mischief in the northern lands of Europe in Asgard, supposedly of Scandinavian origin. Some very old texts describe Loki as a night god and a nocturnal creature, which fits perfectly with the mask and its method of functioning, since it only works at night and stops functioning at sunrise.

It is said that Loki may have been imprisoned in the not ordinary mask by Odin, due to this, at the moment the user wears the Mask, the user becomes Loki himself. Another theory is that Loki was the one who created the mask, and he imbued it with some of his own powers where he then threw it on Earth so that it could cause chaos, confusion, and terror among humans. This theory also has its problems, such as why Loki would allow humans to gain equal footing against him or other gods, and because the one who wears the not ordinary mask gains more than the ability to change mamak escort bayan form and other powers than those that Loki is able to use.

There’s a story told here at the end that not a lot of people know about. You see, Freya was one of the most sensual and passionate goddesses in Norse mythology. She was associated with love, fertility and beauty. She wasn’t too happy about Loki causing chaos and terror again, and so she did something to the mask when he wasn’t looking. Instead of causing terror and confusion in the human world, it would cause lust and beauty instead. It was something that she really cared for, and why she was one of their favorite Gods.”

“But nothing happened when I put on the mask.” He said, still a little confused.

She laughed out loud. “You don’t believe in any of this, do you? Stuff like this doesn’t actually exist. I’m thinking this mask was probably made by someone who really loved the story, especially the Freya aspect.”

“I see…” He replied, feeling a little disappointed.

“Well, I still think you should donate it to the museum, they might be able to tell you more than I can. I’m also curious about how old this mask really is.”

He nodded. “Well, we should probably go join the party. It is your baby shower, after all.”

She put the book back on the shelf and they headed down together. He couldn’t help but fidget with the mask, his head deep in thought. It just felt like there was something more to it, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on. There was energy radiating from it that was different from anything he’d felt before.

Their mother was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs. “Where have you two been?!” She said, looking a little bit miffed.

“Kenneth just wanted to show me something, mom.” His sister explained.

She shook her head, “you’re too involved in that work of yours. For God’s sake, you’re pregnant! You should be thinking about taking care of your future baby, not this!”

His sister could only roll her eyes in response and walk off, clearly annoyed.

“And how has my favorite son been?” His mother asked him as she pulled him into a hug.

“Great.” He replied. “I think I’ll be getting another promotion at work soon.”

“But what about your love life?” She asked.

He fought the urge to groan at her. This was all she wanted to talk about. And he had no love life. “What about you, huh?”

She laughed. “I’m fifty years old and have been divorced twice, I’m done with men.” He felt a little sad for her, both his dad and the man after in her life were terrible people, and she didn’t deserve to be treated like that. She was an average looking woman, with B-sized cups and bigger hips, but she was full of love and affection, and deserved someone who loved her the same way.

“Nah, I’m sure you’ll find someone.” He said confidently. She gushed at him and gave him a huge hug, squishing him into her as he tried to breathe.

“Okay, let’s go join everyone else.” She said, and he followed her into the backyard, where the celebrations were still underway.

The party lasted a few hours, and when the kids that were invited were finally pooped out from running and giggling for hours, most of the guests decided to leave. HIs sister was beaming from all the presents she received, and clearly in a good mood. She hadn’t talked about the mask the rest of the night.

After helping them clean up, Kenneth nursed his 6th beer at the back porch, still thinking about the object that was now hidden in his satchel again.

“You’ve been quieter than usual today.” His mom, Janet said as she sat down next to him with a glass of wine.

“You know I’ve always been the quiet type.” He responded nonchalantly, though he knew what was really wrong.

She was silent for a few seconds, then looked up at him, “I just remembered, you said you were showing something to your sister?”

Loving the chance to talk about it again, he pulled the mask out of his bag to show it off. “Look, isn’t it cool?”

Janet widened her eyes, and snatched it from him, eager to touch it. “Wow, I’ve never been interested in any of your sister’s work, but this is quite impressive. I bet it’d be worth a lot. Where did you find it?”

“Just on the beach while I was walking home one night.” He said, shrugging. “I think I’m going to donate it to the museum.”

“Well, then. Let your mom try it first before you do that.” She fitted the mask on her face, and gave a loud gasp. He glanced over to find the mask literally grab onto her, with pink tendrils shooting out, seemingly seeking her face. Before he could help her by pulling the mask away, it seemed to jump out of her hand and onto her face. She cried out in shock, but it was muffled by the mask wiggling and stretching over her head while grabbing onto her entire body. Her face turned into the same color as the mask, and she began to spin so fast it looked almost like a cartoon. He could barely escort mamak see her as the tornado whirled around over and over again, knocking everything in the patio aside. It was so loud he knew his sister would wake up soon.

It seemed to stop as soon as it started. And he stood up as he watched the woman appear in front of him, someone who was definitely not his mother. The problem was… she was wearing the same dress and heels as his mother was, and had come out of the whirlwind that his mother had just entered after she put on the mask.

The woman next to him was exactly his type. Long silky blonde hair that fell at her waist, E-cupped breasts that were threatening to fall out of the dress, and curves that he’d never seen before. Her legs were smooth and silky, making him desperate to grab it, and forced the observer to look all the way down to her feet. The only problem was, well, the mask that was on her face. It looked exactly the same, except it was now smooth instead of the wood-like material it was before. It looked like it was glued to her face, and wouldn’t come out no matter what.

“Mom?” He asked cautiously. “Is that you?”

“Kenneth.” Was her response in a sultry tone. “What’s happened to me?”

“No way.” Was all he could say.

She looked down at her body, at the curves and the skin that seemed to glow under the moonlight. “This… this isn’t my body.” She sounded mesmerized, but also a little frightened.

“She said… she said that the goddess Freya did something to the mask, to make humans enjoy lust and beauty instead.” Kenneth said, though he felt like a crazy person.

“This isn’t real, I must be dreaming.” She was still studying her body, and she stood up shakily. He couldn’t help but look at her, even though he knew it was his own mother. She was absolutely gorgeous, and if it was a woman he saw at a bar, he wouldn’t hesitate to hit on her, no matter her age. And he’d never even been with a woman over thirty before.

“My skin… it won’t stop tingling.” She said, mostly to herself.

“Do you… do you think I can touch it?” He asked with a bit of hesitation. She thought about it for a second, then nodded. He approached her slowly, then reached out to touch the smooth skin on her arm, which was covered in goosebumps. She let out a gasp, and looked as if there were shivers going down her spine.

“Are you okay?” He asked, worried.

“Oh my god, Kenneth. That felt so good.” She exclaimed. “Do it again.”

He had no idea what was going on. This was so wrong, and so unusual. He couldn’t help himself, though. When a gorgeous woman like that practically begged you to touch her, you did as she asked. No matter who she was. He touched her arm again, in the exact same way, stroking from the top to the bottom. She shivered once more. “I don’t know what’s coming over me… I just can’t stop thinking about being touched.”

She looked directly at him, and though the mask was a little unusual and scary to look at, he knew it was still his mother behind it. Though the lust in her eyes was something he had never seen before, and something he never thought he would ever see. She reached out tentatively, but then pounced at the very last second. She pressed her lips against his neck, and began sucking on it. He tried to press her back, but it was no use, she was determined to do anything she could to get to him.

Before he knew it, she had taken off his shirt, and he gasped as she continued to move down his body, licking and sucking and trying to get as much of his body against hers as possible. Her teeth scrapped against him multiple times, and he couldn’t help but moan. Damn, curse it for feeling so good. How could he say no to this?

Soon, she had moved down to his jeans, and she pulled it off, revealing his black boxer briefs. She almost whimpered when she saw his hardness there, pushing against it like it was trying to escape. “I need it.” She said, still like she was talking to herself. It was like she was in a different world.

“Mom… we need to stop. This is so bad.” He tried to say. It was too late, though. She was like a greedy monster, clearly being controlled by the mask and Freya’s powers. She nuzzled her face against his crotch, and he groaned. God, it had been so long since anyone had touched him there, he almost needed it as bad as she did. She pulled his boxers down as quickly as she did everything else, and his dick sprang free, already covered precum. It was throbbing and needy, and she barely looked at it before putting it in her mouth.

Kenneth couldn’t believe what was happening. He was standing on his sister’s back porch, getting a blow job from his own mother. This felt like a fever dream, but the sensations currently going on in his crotch indicated that it was not. She sucked and bobbed up and down on it like she had never eaten before. Her tongue swirled around it over and over, and he moaned as he thrusted into her. This felt too fucking good. He grabbed onto her wavy blonde locks, and matched his thrusting perfectly with her bobbing.

He was so fucking close, but he couldn’t imagine cumming into his own mother’s mouth. He still had some sense of self control. Before he could tell her to stop, though, she had stopped on her own. “I need you to touch me.” She was whimpering, begging him to do so.

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“Quick, fuck me daddy before mum gets home,” urged Rosiee as she lay beneath me.

I continued to thrust inside her gorgeous pussy as she spurred me on. In truth, she was not my daughter, but I loved it when she called me that. Instead, she was my adorable red haired young lover, my pet, my fiery Scottish slut.

“I’m cumming!” I cried out as I unloaded inside her tight cunt as she groaned beneath me, lost in her own ecstasy.

Just in time, we cleaned up and dressed as we heard Rosiee’s mum come in.

“Hi Rosiee, I’m home,” she shouted up the stairs.

“Come down and meet mummy,” urged Rosiee as she dragged me down the stairs. Part of me thought this was such a bad idea, but I knew that Rosiee had some pretty deviant ideas about her mum so I allowed myself to be led down. Rosiee’s mum’s face dropped to see her 23 year old daughter dragging a man in his early 50s down the stairs.

“Hi mum, this is my friend Steve,” said Rosiee introducing me to her mum.

“Hi, Mrs S,” I added, turning on the charm. “You are as beautiful as your daughter said you are. If you were her real mum rather than her step mum I would be saying I know where Roiese gets her good looks from.”

“Thanks,” stammered Rosiee’s mum. “call me Sarah. Aren’t you a little old for Rosiee?”

“Not really Sarah,” i replied. “Age is just a number, as you found out when you married Rosiee’s dad despite the 20 year age gap. Although I cant believe you are 30, you still look so young.”

I could tell Sarah was flustered by my compliments. Rosiee had told me that her dad never gave her step mum compliments any more, or paid her much attention. He was often away on business, and Rosiee knew her mum was sexually frustrated. She had even told me of spying on her mum using a vibrator to bring herself off. As I looked at this short haired blonde squirming at my gaze, I knew that I wanted the dirty fantasies Rosiee had whispered in my ear to come true.

“Go and get us some drinks pet,” I said to Rosiee. Sarah looked shocked as Rosiee got up to fix drinks.

“Pet? What type of sick game are you playing with my daughter?” she asked.

“Pet is a term of endearment in North east England, short for petal” I responded. “Although she is my pet, and we do enjoy playing games. You can join in if you like.”

“No, I’m married… ” protested Sarah weakly, although I noticed she didn’t move away as I edged closer to her on the sofa. Rosiee came back with wine and sat on the other side of her mum, sandwiching her between us.

“I cant believe your husband leaves you alone so much,” I whispered in Sarah’s ear. “you have gorgeous hair,” I said as I began to stroke her hair, “beautiful eyes,” kissing her cheek gently, “and luscious kissable lips,” I said leaning in to kiss her.

I think Sarah was startled by that first kiss, and responded on instinct as I prised her lips open with my tongue and kissed her passionately. For a moment, she kissed me back with equally fervour as she forgot herself, before pulling away.

“My daughter….” she spluttered in embarrassment.

“Yes, let’s not forget Rosiee,” I smiled as I turned her head towards her step daughter. Before she knew what keçiören escort was happening, Rosiee began to kiss her mum as passionately as I had. Sarah kept her lips sealed until I tweaked one of her nipples and made her gasp. Rosiee wasted no time in inserting her tongue into her mum’s mouth and Sarah melted into the kiss. I began to pull Sarah’s top off her, and she offered no resistance as my hands cupped her breasts. I knew we had her, just like Rosiee had planned.

My mouth found one of Sarah’s full tits and I began to lick and suck on Sarah’s gorgeous bosom. Sarah moaned loudly as Rosiee and I kept our attention on her. Rosiee switched to her step mums tits as I resumed kissing her. Rosiee’s hands reached down and began removing her mum’s skirt and pants to give full access to her pussy. I pulled away and Sarah gasped as her daughter slid down her body and began licking at her sex. I removed my own clothes and approached Sarah’s head, my hard cock throbbing as I pushed against her lips.

Sarah opened her eyes as she felt my dick on her lips and shook her head. So far, most things had been done to her, but Sarah knew this was a line she couldn’t cross. I was not to be denied though, and waited for my moment as Rosiee licked her mums clit. As Sarah moaned, I seized my chance to press into her mouth and ease my length into her throat. I held it there for a long enough to feel Sarah gag, then pulled back to let her breathe without slipping out of her wet lips completely. Lost in the moment, Sarah began to suck. I’m not sure if she ever gave blowjobs to her husband, but she had learnt somewhere how to give the most incredible oral sensations. I began to fuck back and forth into her throat as Rosiee continued to thrust her tongue into her mums wet pussy. I felt my balls boiling as I lost it in Sarah’s mouth and she in turn began to climax into Rosiee’s mouth. A grinning Rosiee moved back to her mum’s mouth, kissing her on the lips and exchanging my cum.

“Lets take this upstairs,” whispered Rosiee as we began to recover from our initial exertions. We both grabbed Sarah and led her to her bedroom.

Rosiee disappeared to her room as I pushed her mum against the bedroom wall and peeled off her remaining clothes.

“Are you wet for me, slut?” I whispered in her ear as I reached for her sex.

“I’m not a slut!” responded Sarah, even as she moaned as my fingers penetrated her pussy.

“I think you are. You are so wet, slut,” I chuckled as I began to pump in and out of her tight cunt with my fingers.

“No!” cried Sarah weakly as I rubbed her clit with my thumb.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I taunted her as my fingers continued to slide in an out of Sarah’s moist hole.

“No,” protested Sarah, but her body was betraying her. “yes,” she cried as my fingers sank deeper into her sex.

“Beg me,” I urged her as I strummed her pussy.

” please…. ” groaned Sarah on my fingers.

“please what?” I teased her

” Please fuck me,” Sarah almost shouted in need.

“if you insist,” I said as I slammed my hard cock into Sarah’s wet cunt.

“Fuck,” moaned Sarah. “Fuck me, you keçiören escort bayan bastard.”

“Face it, you love it, don’t you slut?” I laughed as I began to thrust into her.

“Rosiee has told me about seeing you push a vibrator in and out of yourself when you are in your room,” I revealed as I watched my cock disappear inside Sarah’s tight body.

“Who are you fantasizing about slut?” I whispered in her ear.

“your neighbour? Or maybe some of Rosiee’s friends? We could disguise you and get 2 or three of them to gangbang you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you slut?” Sarah just groaned as I slammed into her wet sex and pulled on her tits.

“or what about Rosiee’s brother? Rosiee reckons he has the hots for you. Id bet you’d love his hard young cock reaming your pussy!”

“No… ” groaned Sarah. “you sick fuck…”

I just grinned as Sarah convulsed on my cock as I pounded her into submission. She said no to my lewd fantasies, but I could see her body responding to her dark, forbidden desires. I sensed from the moment I met her that Sarah was another slut at heart, just like her step daughter.

I looked up to see Rosie stood on the edge of the room, slowly masturbating.

“Sarah has a nice tight cunt,” I declared to Rosiee as I continued to ram into her mum’s wet vagina.

“We were just discussing her being used by some of your friends. Or maybe your brother. I think she would like that.”

Sarah shook her head and Rosiee just smiled.

“That’s so hot daddy,” replied Rosiee. “Are you going to cum in mummy?”

“You know I think I might,” I grinned as I began to thrust again in Sarah’s sheath. “Where have you been pet?”

“Just getting a bag of toys together,” replied Rosiee as she produced a collar and lead together with some nipple clamps on a chain.

Rosiee moved to attach the collar to Sarah.

“We can get her her own later daddy,” promised Rosie as she attached the lease before beginning to put the nipple clamps onto her step mum’s heaving breasts.

Sarah screamed in shock as Rosiee pulled on the chain and at the same time another orgasm racked her body. I felt myself pushing over the edge and exploding a torrent of cum deep insider her pussy. I slipped out, spent, as Rosiee grabbed the lead and tugged her mum to the bed. Rosiee got down on her knees and began to feast on her mum’s pussy as my hot cum seeped out of her. Sarah seemed still in a daze, unfocused on anything but the pleasure engulfing her.

I looked into the bag at the goodies Rosiee had brought, most of which we had bought together after I had corrupted her. I grinned at a couple of dildos of different sizes, a glass butt plug, some lube and finally a double ended dildo. I rubbed some lube on both ends of the dildo and caught Rosiee’s attention.

“I think it’s time to try this out,” I grinned as Rosiee looked up at me.

Rosiee got off the bed and took the double ended dildo. As she began to thrust one end into her step mum’s wet pussy, Sarah groaned on the bed.

“Rosiee… What are you doing?” She moaned as Rosie climbed on top of her and began to insert the other end into her escort keçiören young sex.

“Its my turn to fuck you now mummy,”‘ grinned Rosiee as she began to push more of the phallus into her mum and her own wet pussy.

“No,” cried Sarah, but she couldn’t do anything but lie beneath her daughter as her own body betrayed her.

I sat for a while, watching as Rosiee became more forceful with her mum. As i felt my cock hardening once more, a wicked idea came into my head. I picked up the lube and got Rosiee to cease her thrusting on the dildo. Taking my time to grease Rosiee’s back passage, Rosiee used her fingers to keep her mum in a state of delirium. Finally ready, I greased up my own hard member and lined myself up with Rosiee’s anal hole.

“That’s it daddy, fuck my arse,” she urged me as I slid more of my length into her. I loved the feel of Rosiee’s tight back passage as I sank myself into her, before easing back then slamming back into her tightest hole.

As i started to fuck back and forth, both Rosiee and her step mum groaned as the dildo pushed in and out of their cunts. I loved feeling as if I was fucking both of them as my dick slipped easily now in and out of Rosiee’s rear hole.

“You have to try this mum,” groaned Rosiee as we continued our three way shafting.

Sarah shook her head, but couldn’t speak as she approached another mind shattering orgasm.

I was still hard, and pulled Rosiee off the dildo and flat on her back on the bed. With desperate need, i began to slam into Rosiee’s young body like a man possessed. I enjoyed using Sarah, but I loved Rosiee. Her dirty fantasies, her tight young pussy, her gorgeous body which she gave to me so freely…. How had I been so lucky to meet her? I wanted to take her, possess her, own every part of her.

“Tell me when you are about to come daddy,” said Rosiee as she groaned beneath me. I looked at Sarah lying beside us, pushing the dildo back and forth in her well used pussy and knew I was close.

“Almost there baby,” I replied as I continued thrusting into my young lover. I was saddened in some ways that Rosiee told me to pull out, but she had other ideas.

Rosiee pulled her mum onto her knees on the floor beside the bed, and knelt beside her. Rosiee began to wank my engorged shaft as I stood over them. I looked at Rosiee and Sarah and knew i was not going to last long between two gorgeous women. With a groan, i felt my cock spurt hot cum, coating Rosiee and especially her step mum with my seed.

“Mum! Rosiee!” came a startled voice from the door.

I looked over to see a guy maybe 18/19 stood in shock at the door, immediately guessing this was Rosiee’s younger brother. Sarah went a bright red, but Rosiee hardly missed a beat as she grabbed hold of Sarah’s lead and moved towards the door.

“I was wondering what to get you for Christmas,” chuckled Rosiee as she undid Tim’s pants. Tim seemed stunned, but his cock had clearly reacted to seeing the scene before him..

“No… ” cried Sarah again as Rosiee pulled her head to Tim’s groin. Rosiee pulled on the clamps on her step mums tits, causing her to groan. Tim closed his eyes as he sank his cock in Sarah’s wet mouth and felt Sarah give in and begin to suck back and forth.

I sat watching, spent, as Rosiee and Sarah toyed with Tim’s cock. Surprisingly, despite its exertions, I felt my penis begin to react again as I imagined possible ways Tim and I could team up, both with Rosiee and Sarah. The corruption of Rosiee’s mum had only just begun.

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John

John felt her fingers caress his shaft slowly. His baggy white briefs stood taunt with his throbbing cock pointing towards his stepsister, Marie, who laid in his bed across from him. Their faces were only a foot apart, but they were completely shrouded in darkness in this bedroom.

He didn’t move–he couldn’t. He was afraid. Even though he was 20 years old, and she was his 18-year-old little sister, he was afraid. John feared how wrong this was.

Are we going to hell? He thought.

He feared the unknown.

I’m a virgin, what if I do something wrong?

But most of all, he feared she would stop.

Marie’s hand reverse wrapped around his throbbing shaft and stroked him up and down as best she could. She wore just a long thin white gown. His right hand cupped her cheek as my left hand rested on her breasts. Slowly, as her hand became more comfortable on his shaft, stroking him gently, John began to massage her left breast. Without a bra on, he could feel her full heavy breast as he gently squeezed and rubbed his thumb over her nipple.

“Ohmm…” Marie cood.

Marie pulled at the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down below his balls and John worried what she might think because he could feel how messy his cock is. But when she touched his bare cock to his surprise, Marie released a small high pitched moan as she panted.

“Ooooh…” she whispered.

Their father was still nowhere to be heard in his drunken tirade, but he could be outside John’s room at any moment’s notice. They must be quiet.

When Marie switched to a traditional grip and began to slowly rub his cock up and down. She was so delicate like she didn’t want to hurt him but it felt so good. John raised his hips without thought and lowered to increase her contact and speed. Marie was panting and releasing squeals of pleasure as he pinched her nipple. She turned her lips into right palm and kissed and gently bit on the meat of his thumb as the pleasure of the moment was too great for her as it was for him.

His sister’s grip tightened on his shaft as he pulled on her long white nightgown, lifting it up and exposing her bare naked body.

“Oh… god…” Marie gasped as John felt her firm, large breasts for the first time. Lifting and mashing them to her chest, John could feel her whole body trembling. She pumped her brother’s cock faster. He could hear his sticky pre-cum squishing between her palm and his cock as she jerked him. with all their movement he was now only inches from her body. Chest to chest, the air between them was thick with heat from their panting and body heat. Curling his toes, John felt his cock stand tall and felt a feeling building inside him.

His sister’s hand pumping faster and faster on his cock as he panted out a groan.

“Ohhh god,” Marie moaned when he pinched her nipple. But her grip tightened on his cock as she stroked him faster and faster. Without thinking, John cupped the back of his sister’s neck and pulled her in to kiss. Their lips met and she let out a small gasp of pain, and John recoiled, forgetting the wound on her lip. But it was Marie who pulled his face back to hers as she kissed him through the pain.

Their tongues swirled as her other hand pumped his cock wildly mashed between their bodies. He tasted her tongue and squeezed her nipple more making her scream a muffled moan into him. his body went rigid as he felt his cock and balls begin to seize like never before. Groaning into his sister’s mouth, John’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came hard. Marie pumped wildly on his cock as his semen was shot over her belly and belly button.

Marie kept jerking her brother the entire time as he pulled her tight to his body and kissed her so deeply. He didn’t want to let her go. He didn’t want the moment to end.

Chapter Two

John

…One Hour Earlier…

The crash came again. Louder this time around. John immediately jolted awake at the interruption. He rubbed his eyes, trying to decipher what was happening before a loud bang came once again. He heard a loud grunt and some tumbling of furniture, it sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. Every single sound was already familiar to him. He looked at the little clock on his bedside table and sighed.

Just like always.

This was the sixth time in a row that his father came home wasted in the middle of the night.

The items in the kitchen and sometimes the living room were always victims of his wrath whenever he came back in this condition. John didn’t mind. If it wasn’t the kitchen, it would be him.

Before his father remarried after his mother’s death, he had been quite an abusive father and his horrible drinking habits had surfaced during that period.

To him, John was equivalent to a punching bag. He had always blamed him for his misfortunes and all the other terrible things.

As a kid, John had experienced the dreadful side of his father. His father’s rough, sincan escort clubbed hands were evidence of all the hard work that took place in his farmland, he would hit John. Muttering profanities and complaining about how his farm was the smallest in the community all because of him.

“I deserve more than this!” He would yell.

No, you don’t, John would think but never say aloud.

The action taking place in the kitchen right at that moment caused all the memories to come rushing in.

There was something he always did whenever episodes like this started to occur. Although he was a grown man now, that attitude didn’t just seem to dissolve.

He thought as he gently stood up from his bed, grabbing a wooden chair from his table, he quietly walked to his bedroom door and placed the upper part of the wooden chair underneath the door handle to prevent his father from barging into the room in his drunken state. John felt like a child again doing so and not the 20-year-old man that he was.

He sat back on his bed again and laid on it without the covers this time, trying to figure out if he could fall asleep once again. A soft sob around the corner prevented him from doing so.

John stood from his bed again and looked around to see where the sound was coming from.

They lived on the farm on a large plot of land in Montana. Late at night it wasn’t uncommon for animals of the night to venture close to the farmhouse. His father’s house felt like a mansion when he was young. John and the other boys from neighboring farms would play hide and seek and tag the one day a month they were allowed to play. Now that he was grown and shared it with his adult stepsister and drunk of a father, it had become much smaller.

His window was closed to keep out the mosquitoes and insects of the night. Opening the window, he could hear the sound more clearly now. It sounded soft, like a weak, wounded animal.

He jutted his head out the window and looked sideways before looking down on the grass.

He almost missed her because of the way she hid underneath his window.

It was his younger stepsister, Marie. She sat on her hindquarters with her knees brought to her chest and her face tucked between her knees. The whimpers of her cries were soft and delicate. John didn’t know what to do. Obviously, she wanted to be left alone or she would have knocked on his door or window. Maybe he should just close the window and go back to sleep?

Why is she outside? And why is she crying?

Moonlight gave her skin a ghostly white appearance and John realized the girl was wearing her nightgown. City folk wouldn’t understand the primal danger that she potentially faced, but anyone who grew up in the backcountry of Montana knew predators roamed this land.

On the backside of their farmhouse about a hundred yards away was a large pond that was great for a refreshing dip on a hot day or fishing for smallmouth bass, channel catfish, and black crappie. But it also attracted predators. It wasn’t uncommon to find grizzly bear tracks to and from the woods, not to mention the coyotes, wolves, and mountain lions that pester and hunt their chickens and cattle.

John knew he couldn’t just leave his little sister outside. It wasn’t safe.

Clearing his throat, Marie looked up to see John peering down at her. Tears streaked her clammy cheeks as her big brown eyes met his dazzling blue eyes. He had a guess about what happened, but he decided not to tread towards that path.

“Are you, um, are you okay?” he asked, dumbly.

She sniffled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I–“

There was a crash around the side of the house near the front porch and they both looked to see one of the wooden chairs from the porch be tossed into the front lawn. Their father’s curses cut into the night as he neared the side of the house.

“Marie!” his father’s gravel voice growled. “Marie, get yurs ass back heres!”

No words were exchanged between Marie and John after they heard his shouts. Marie scrambled to her feet and looked to where to run. Without thought, John extended his hand with earnest eyes. Marie’s delicate hand took his and he pulled her inside his window as their father’s voice neared.

“Marie, gods dammit!”

Marie had difficulty climbing her legs inside the raised window and his father’s voice sent a spark of adrenaline down John’s spine as the voice closing in reminded him of the pain of being beaten by copper piping and splintering rotted wood. John reached through the window and grabbed at his sister’s backside to help her inside. One leg was in but the thin sheet of her gown floated high on her waist. When John tried to get her other leg inside, he felt his palm slide up her soft backside of her thigh beneath her butt, and his finger brushed something warm between her legs.

Marie hopped inside and John quickly closed the window and closed the curtains.

“Marie!” his voice boomed as his heavy footsteps fell on the grass in front of John’s sincan escort bayan window. John and Marie both held their breath as they stared at another, silently willing their father to pass by unaware of their deception.

“Goddammit, yous bitch. Where are you?” his voice trailed away as it sounded as if he turned the corner around the rear of the house.

John exhaled with Marie as they both collected their thoughts.

“Why were you outside and by yourself at this time of the night too,” John asked.

“Father.” That one word she said was enough to make him understand.

With the window curtain closed his bedroom was pitch black. He found the lantern at his bedside and struck a match, lighting it. The warmth of the golden light shined across half of Marie’s body. The half of her face he saw showed a sad girl with wetness drying on her cheek. Her pouting, pink lips looked expressionless at him. It was when she turned towards the light that he saw the rest.

The other side of her lip had a swollen bump on it with a small cut. Blood was smeared down on her chin and dried. He moved closer to her, touching her cheek to examine the wound.

“He did this to you.” He said flatly. As if convincing himself.

She nodded and looked to the side.

He looked at her with pity in his eyes. “I didn’t know…”

“What?” she asked softly.

“I didn’t know he hit you, too,” John looked down at his feet.

“Too?” Marie said, lowering herself so her eyes could meet his.

There was a long moment where recognition was exchanged between the two. A silent and depressing conversation of their shared abuse being put on the table before another.

The vulnerability John felt became too much to bear and his eyes looked for a distraction. He found her angelic white night gown and saw the black dirt crumbles clinging to the backside of it.

“Your gown is covered in dirt,” he said, clearing his throat. “It’ll stain for sure.”

Marie looked down at it as John tried to help clean her. Gently sweeping the dirt free from her hips and backside. She did the same with legs.

“Your floor,” Marie worried, “we’ll dirty your room.”

A small smile cracked in the corner of John’s lips, “it was never clean.”

His room was spartan with a small wooden desk and chair, a nightstand table, bed, and an old wooden dresser that looked as though it was from the 1800s. Though most of the house, farm, and entire community could be confused for the 1800s. Though, it was 2021 the community that John had been raised in were a devout Christian religious group who believed that electricity was of the devil’s doing. While Marie and her mother had joined the community when Marie was 10 years old, John had lived here his entire life. Sure, he knew of the outside world. On rare occasions he had to make trips to the nearest town 15 miles away to collect medicine and would see the latest cars, cellphones, and television running at Earl’s pharmacy. But it was nothing he had ever used or needed before so none of it interested him much.

“I’m sorry. I’m–I should go. I’m in enough trouble as it is,” Marie said and turned to go to the door.

“Stay,” John blurted out, causing her to turn. “I mean, it’s safer if you stay. He stays up late when he drinks, usually. He doesn’t fall asleep until dawn… you can stay here for the night, if you like.”

Marie went to bite her lip as she crossed her arms in the uncomfortable moment and quickly winced at the pain in her mouth.

“Here,” John said, guiding her to the bed. “Sit down.”

John took long strides to the other end of the room. He brought out a clean shirt and then took his glass of water from on top of his bedside table. Slowly, he poured water on the shirt he held in his hand. Dampening a bit without preventing the water from seeping through. He knelt before Marie where she sat on his side of the bed and gently used the wet cloth on her face, cleaning up the dried blood around her lips.

Marie’s eyes stared down at him and softened from fear to eyes of sadness. As if she saw something inside of him he wasn’t able to hide.

John cleared his throat, “How long has he been doing this to you?”

“It started last month,” Marie tongued her lip as John wetted the neck of her gown where drips of blood stained her clothes. “After my mother died.”

John froze for a moment and his eyes found Marie’s gaze.

“I’m sorry,” John said, unsure of what all he felt sorry for.

For her mother becoming sick and dying… for her being beaten and abused in secret for months… for John not being there for her like a big brother should…

“It’s not your fault,” she said.

His hands and the wet cloth lingered on her lips a bit too long, and he noticed Marie’s eyes falling to his chest. It was then he realized he was still wearing only his white underwear. They were baggy and hand sewn like all of their clothes, so they looked more like white boxers than briefs. Folding the wet shirt in escort sincan his hands, John stood and brought it to a brown burlap sack in the corner of the room with the rest of his dirty laundry.

“Are you sure it’s alright that I stay?” she asked.

“Yes, of course.”

He turned back around to see her scooting beneath the covers of his handmade bed that was a little bit smaller than a traditional queen size bed. John took a deep breath and turned out the lantern and went around the opposite side to slide under the covers. Turning to his side, he pulled the covers up to his shoulder and rested his head on the pillow.

The old house was quiet for the first time he could remember. Their father was wandering their yard somewhere out of shouting distance. Marie laid on her side, same as John. They faced each other in the darkness. A small sliver moonlight made it into the bedroom from the corner of the window. The light shone across Marie’s curvy body. The gown she wore hung around her firm round breasts that pointed towards him. Her brunette hair was perfectly straight and draped behind her ear, exposing her long slender neck.

The darkness shrouded her face hiding the intricacies of her features. John couldn’t even see his own hands as they moved in front of his face. The darkness gave him a feeling of anonymity. It was as if he and his sister were beneath a blanket fort they used to make when they were younger. They were much closer then. In their forts they could tell other secrets and whisper stories that were never to be repeated. They could say and do things that didn’t happen elsewhere. It was just them.

Their father’s voice hollered in the distance. John knew he was screaming but the distance and house made his words inaudible. Then he grew closer. And closer.

“Marie, you bitch!” he screamed beside the house. Marie gasped, covering her mouth, and balling into the fetal position. “You did it! yous fuckin bitch! You killed yours mother!”

John didn’t know what to do so he scooted forward and placed a hand on her shoulder then saw her flinch more at the sound of their father’s voice and moved his hand over her ear. It seemed to help. Reaching forward, he slipped his hand beneath her head and covered her other ear.

Their father’s shouts continued as he stomped by the window and continued his tirade off towards another direction. Soon he was out of hearing distance again. John could have removed his hands away from her, but he liked the feel of her in his arms. The way she turned her face into his palm, he could feel her lush lips almost kissing his palm. He never had touched a woman like this before. He had never kissed a woman before. Marriage was supposed to be the only time a woman was in your bed.

John was lost in a stare at Marie only a foot in front of him. Her body. Her lips. He felt his cock stir beneath his briefs. It hardened and slowly extended towards his sister’s body. He didn’t plan anything. He didn’t know what was about to happen. At that moment, he just didn’t want that moment to end. He never wanted to let go of his sister.

Minutes passed and John felt Marie’s hands take his left hand from her ear slowly, he hadn’t realized she was staring at him. that she was no longer cowering in fear, your firm touch had warded off the fear. Marie took your hand and held it in front of her face, and you felt a single, long kiss placed on your coarse palm. Her kiss lingered and moved up to his thumb. Her lips parted and he felt her warm wet mouth encircle his thumb in a slow, sucking motion going up and down on his thumb.

John didn’t know what was happening but felt the throbbing in his shaft. She did this for several seconds and he could see her breath increasing as she nibbled her teeth on him. When she took his thumb out of her mouth, John felt his hand lowering slowly to her chest. He wasn’t sure if it was him moving to her and if she did it, but when his palm fell onto her left breast, he felt his cock flex hard beneath his briefs. His right hand still cupped her right cheek as his left rubbed up and down on her breasts. He could feel her hard nipples dragging on his palm and heard the smallest of whimpers escape her lips. She was breathing as hard as he was, now.

John couldn’t help but imagine kissing her at that moment. The feel of sliding his tongue against hers. It was then that he felt something he never experienced before. He felt her fingers gently grasp around his cock through his briefs.

Chapter Three

Marie

Marie felt a dizzying swirl of motion course through her head. She tried to pace her breathing. To close panting lips and only breathe through her nose, but her heart was beating too quickly in her chest. She placed a hand on her chest as if she needed to keep it there to keep her heart from escaping her chest.

Marie’s other hand still held onto her stepbrother’s limp cock as he was just inches from her. She could feel his hot breath bathing her chest as John kept his eyes shut. Marie’s mind was a maze of thought with cobwebs cluttering the way through. She couldn’t focus. She couldn’t remember how she made it where she found herself now. Marie’s gown pulled up to her neck. Beneath the sheets of the bed, her butt, vagina, and breasts were exposed to her brother. John’s warm semen was stringed across her taut belly.

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Author’s Note: This tells the same tale as Late Night Truth or Dare but from the perspective of Bobby’s sister Sarah. This story fills in much of the context missing from Bobby’s perspective, but in turn, misses much of the action in Bobby’s room. These companion pieces can be read in either order, and the other is not required to enjoy this one. If you feel something is missing or simply desire the complete story, please check out Late Night Truth or Dare.

The summer hadn’t gone as planned. After I graduated high school, I’d expected to spend my final months at home partying and being spoiled by my soon-to-be empty-nester parents. My brother, who graduated several years prior, had lived it up, having free rein to do as he pleased. My parents, who’d been strict until he graduated, had said he would be unsupervised at college, so he might as well get used to it before leaving. They didn’t extend me the same leniency. With me, their preexisting overprotective behavior continued. They claimed it was dangerous for a young girl to be so free. When I argued I’d been eighteen for several months, they countered that I should cherish my innocence while it lasted. It was easier for them to let my brother grow up. Maybe because he was a boy, or perhaps because I would always be the baby of the family.

There’d been no wild parties, only sleepovers with my friend’s parents asleep down the hall. I hadn’t been drunk or stoned all summer, with our hookup having gone on vacation with his folks. Worst of all, there’d been no boys to fool around with, meaning I couldn’t gain experience before college as desired. My group of friends was dorky, and not even their recently developed bodies could pull them from the dredges of the social hierarchy. Our social fates were sealed long before our senior year rolled around, with only a few brave nerds testing the waters with date requests. It took more than a nice set of boobs to make people forget years of public humiliation. Not that I even had the boobs.

Two of my friends, Ashley and Dee, had been able to break through and hook up with guys. This came from their willingness to do whatever the boys wanted, and never included party invites or non-sexual hangs. Dee, a big-breasted Korean American, had quickly gained a reputation around school as the girl guys asked out for a sure thing. She would put out for pretty much anyone who bought her dinner. Ashley, a bubbly blonde with a short and athletic build, was known for her head game. She was more discerning about who she let fuck her but was quick to suck a guy off in consolation. She told me she once blew the entire starting lineup of our school’s basketball team, a claim I can’t verify, but I don’t doubt.

I and my two other best friends, Bella and Candace, were still virgins. Bella, a Mexican American of mostly Spanish descent, had made it to third base with a few guys but hadn’t felt comfortable going all the way. Candice, a thin African American with small breasts, was the best runner at our school, but that didn’t get her laid. Her lingering celibacy wasn’t from a poverty of desire. My body was similar to Candace’s, except I was a pale as can be ginger. Candice and I met on the cross country team and hadn’t done more than some heavy petting with a few teammates, who were not the biggest catches on campus. This was supposed to be the summer it changed for us virgins. That, however, required being able to go to parties to meet boys. Hopefully, ones from different schools who didn’t know we were social kryptonite.

To cap it off, my brother Bobby had unexpectedly come home for the summer. I wasn’t too upset as we had always gotten along, but having a doting older brother back in the house made me feel like a child again. It was not always a bad thing. Having him around made me happy, and his arms always felt supportive when he gave me a bear hug, like he would do anything for me. He was also very good-looking, which my friends particularly relished. I surreptitiously ogled him as well, unable to convince myself that it was wholly platonic. Ashley had been openly crushing on him, and I am sure none of my other friends would pass up a night with him.

I couldn’t blame them. I had once accidentally walked in on Bobby getting out of the shower, and his cock was huge, even when flaccid. I could only imagine what it looked like hard. In fact, I’d given the better part of two weeks to exploring that idea. I learned to masturbate while thinking about my brother naked, though never dreaming of actually making a move on him. There was a taboo concerning incest for a reason, but I presumed it innocuous to fantasize about him. Even so, I kept it to myself, not even reporting to my four most loyal confidants.

My friends and I were going to Bella’s for a sleepover, the closest we came to partying, but I thought we were due for a change of plans when my brother said he was going out to the bars. I texted them to see if they’d agree.

Me: Hey girls! My parents are out of town, and my brother is going out drinking with some friends. I doubt he’ll make it home. buca escort Want to party here instead?

Bella: That’s cool with me. Does anyone have any weed?

Me: No, but I might be able to get into my parents’ liquor cabinet.

Dee: Sounds good.

Candice: I’m in.

Ashley: Me too. Too bad your brother won’t be there 😉

I’d lied to my friends, although I didn’t think they’d be upset. My brother almost always found his way home, usually completely shit-faced, making him prime for seduction. We just needed to figure out who’d be the lucky girl. I was sure Ashley would put up the biggest fight, given the length of her crush, but we were all horny, so I hoped we could find a way to share. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d messed around with each other. While a part of me wanted to jump my brother’s bones, I imagined the best scenario was watching him with one or more of my friends. I thought they’d accept that, and it would prevent me from becoming the sick girl who fucked her brother. I didn’t want that stigma, even if it wouldn’t accompany me to college.

I rummaged high and low for the key to my parents’ liquor chest. It wasn’t in any drawer, nor was it stored amongst any of the other keys. I’d marketed my house on the potential to get wasted, but now I couldn’t even offer that. All I had was a shelf full of DVDs and a drunk and hopefully horny brother, which I wanted to remain a secret for as long as I could manage.

When the girls arrived, bearing gifts of chips and cookies, no one appeared upset about the booze. It was par for the course the way the summer had gone. We settled in for a marathon of romantic comedies, starting with the classic of Mean Girls. We had all watched it more than twenty times, but we never grew tired of the plastics getting their comeuppance. I invariably enjoyed the talent show, having less to do with being attracted to girls dancing on stage in short skirts and more about wanting to be like them. I would never dare to put myself out there in such a sensual fashion, particularly in the face of a crowd. Although, I did occasionally have a taste for girls, so maybe it was a little about being attracted to them.

After much deliberation, Ashley pulled the next movie from the shelf, Cruel Intentions, a 90’s sexually charged romantic drama, which is profoundly problematic these days. It had an unusually pertinent plot point. Kathryn, played by Sarah Michelle Gellar, offers to sleep with her stepbrother if he wins a bet that he can seduce Reese Witherspoon’s character. A two-for-one deal if he succeeds.

“Would you sleep with Bobby if he was your stepbrother?” Dee stared me down.

“I… I have no idea, but I know Ashley still would.”

“Damn right, I would. He’s fucking fine.” Ashely mimicked sucking Bobby’s cock.

“You’re such a slut,” Candice interjected, “this movie is fucked up, by the way.”

“That’s why Ashley likes it so much,” Dee teased.

“What’re we watching next?” Bella piped up, clearly wanting to move on from the topic.

“Actually, I hopefully have a surprise for you. I kinda lied about my brother being gone for the night. I’m expecting him to come home, probably pretty drunk. Since it has been a bummer of a summer, I thought we could play Truth or Dare when he arrives. Maybe someone will get lucky. I know all of you, not just Ashley, would totally fuck him. What do you all think?”

“You would totally fuck Bobby if he was your stepbrother!” Dee hopped to her feet in excitement. “I hoped he’d come home.”

When Dee returned, she was wearing a white babydoll nighty, the outlines of her dark nipples visible through the lace cups that clung tightly to her breasts. About the size of grapefruits, her tits looked huge on her petite frame, her powerful hips and thighs finishing a well-proportioned figure.

“Where’d that come from?” Ashley seemed annoyed she hadn’t thought to bring something similar, just in case Bobby showed up.

Dee smiled and shrugged in response, triggering a rush from the other girls to make themselves as fuckable as possible. Ashley was the first to return, having donned a simple oversized t-shirt. It did little for her figure, but it fell tantalizingly high on her thighs, her ass cheeks threatening to display themselves with every move. Her breasts, now free from her bra, swayed hypnotically under the loose shirt. Bella wore a pair of satin booty shorts with a white tank top so thin her areolas were visible in the center of her perky handful-sized tits. Candace didn’t have anything appealing to change into, opting for a pair of baggy running shorts and a white sports bra. The outfit showed off her toned belly, which was always pleasing to look at and rest one’s head on. I didn’t attempt to look sexy for my brother, opting to put on my standard pajama pants and a t-shirt. Unlike Ashley, I didn’t have the breasts to sway seductively, whether I wore a bra or not.

“When will he be home?” Ashley asked, a little too eagerly.

“The bars closed 15 minutes ago, so any minute buca escort bayan now.”

Everyone moved to the front window, waiting for the Uber to arrive, hoping to see my brother first, as if that laid claim to him for the night. I hung back, demonstrating a lack of excitement around what might occur when my brother arrived. I prayed he wasn’t excessively loaded. There’s a fine line separating pliable and passed out, abnormally narrow if there was any hope of me being in the room when it happened.

Ashley was the first to see the headlights advancing up the street. She bounded towards the front door, the hem of her shirt floating up to reveal a cute pair of panties underneath. I had half expected her to be completely nude under the shirt. I guess she felt flashing her cooch at my brother might come off as desperate. The rest of us watched through the window as he stumbled towards the house. He was drunk, but was he coherent enough to play Truth or Dare? We left Ashley to persuade him to play, the rest of us retreating to the living room, prepared to act like we weren’t awaiting him.

“Oh, hi Bobby. We weren’t expecting you home tonight.” We heard Ashley after opening the front door. Her acting was obvious, to those of us in the know.

I sat on the sofa, foreseeing my brother taking the unoccupied seat beside me. The rest of the girls formed a semi-circle in front of me. We’d previously removed the coffee table to sprawl on the carpet while watching the movies. We looked prim, sitting with our legs crossed, backs straight, and our hands in our laps. Entirely proper, save the revealing attire of my conspirators.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Come join us. We’re about to play a game.” We heard Ashley say before she came bouncing towards us, giving my brother a good view as he staggered behind her.

We girls traded glances as we sought to play it cool, not wanting to give away the forthcoming seduction. We should’ve planned it better, not leaving it to the individuals to operate independently. If we worked as a team then we’d surely get what we wanted, but if we fought against each other, we might turn him off, possibly sending him to bed before anyone was satisfied.

Bobby stood, swaying ever so slightly, taking in the sights, his eyes shooting from one girl to the next. He was working at being polite and not gawking, albeit unsuccessfully. He was unable to resist Dee in her babydoll and Bella in her sheer tank top, his eyes lingering on their breasts long enough for all to notice. I saw his eyes dart to Bella’s crotch after noticing the visible camel toe from her shorts pulled tight against her cunny, a lack of underwear allowing the fabric to slip between her lips.

He paid little attention to Candace. She was abruptly shy, hunching her back and glancing away from my brother when his eyes met hers. I hoped Bobby’s disinterest was due to this avoidance and not because of her body. We shared many features, only a difference in hair and skin color making us unique.

“I thought you said we were playing a game. Where’s the board?” Bobby replied as he relaxed next to me.

Ashley hadn’t explained what we were playing, perhaps thinking Truth or Dare would be too presumptuous to mention at the front door. I zoned out the rest of the exchange, my brother and Ashley bickering about whether or not Truth or Dare was an entertaining game. I wasn’t sure where Ashley had played Truth or Dare. At least that had materialized into anything more than gossip and weak ass dares. It didn’t matter though, as tonight had the potential to be wild. All the girls involved were willing to go as far as my brother wanted. He just didn’t know that yet.

“I’ll go first,” I spoke up. “If you get challenged, you get to go next. Deal?”

I dared my brother to open my parents’ liquor cabinet, which I knew was key to the rest of the night being fun. As sexually outgoing as Ashley and Dee were, the rest of us were relatively shy. We needed some liquid courage to get us over the hump. I wasn’t sure even Ashley and Dee would be up to the task while sober. Both of them had only been with high school boys, and my brother was about to be a college senior.

The game got off to a slow start, with most of my friends taking truths, still too sober to get into the dares. My brother, for his part, was trying to push the game in a sexual direction, asking Candice which of us was the biggest slut. She outed Dee with little surprise to anyone besides Ashley. I got dared to mix us all drinks, which I did with glee, making sure to add more than enough liquor to each glass. Ashley then proceeded to make a blunder by challenging my brother to chug his drink. He was already drunk enough, and I was afraid this would put him over the edge.

My brother, still hanging in, asked Dee who sucked the best dick and who ate the best pussy. She didn’t hesitate in saying Ashley gave the best blow jobs, but really who could tell. The only accurate way would be for us all to go down on my brother and let him be escort buca the judge. I got nervous as I was the only one who’d eaten out Dee, and sure enough, she outed me for that. My face turned red at the information being communicated to my brother. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it. It’d been earlier in the summer during a sleepover. We’d started watching porn, and well, one thing led to another.

We’d talked about how boys sucked at eating pussy which led to experimenting on each other, seeing if we could do any better. After a few minutes, we all forgot why we were doing it and eased into having fun. The next day everyone was awkward and shy, but we’d quickly moved past it. I am sure it was in the back of everyone’s minds as we worked to seduce my brother. Sadly, I’d made it further with my friends than I had with any boy I’d been with.

The girls started to bicker, accusing each other of dressing provocatively to seduce my brother, which I knew would turn him off. He never liked arguments, especially when he wasn’t allowed to have a say. I began to worry we’d lost him as his focus drifted. It could’ve been the extra alcohol, or it could’ve been the game stalling over an internal debate about clothing choices. The topic was finally changed, but the damage was done. After a few rapid-fire rounds of truth revealed that none of us were on birth control, my brother stood and called it a night, declaring he’d drank too much. I believe he’d have stayed if the girls had been more prepared to pick dare, but the lackluster beginning to the game hadn’t supplied him with the hope of any real fun.

“Sleep tight, Bobby. I hope you dream of us, especially me,” Ashley called out as my brother walked away, “although it still won’t be as good as if you stay.”

We all giggled, knowing Ashley was serious. It was too late; my brother had given up on anything intimate happening. In retrospect, we should’ve known he would grow tired and prepared a more direct and immediate approach. However, still being sober, none of us would’ve been up to the task, even if we’d planned it better.

“We might as well get shit-faced now.” Dee chugged the rest of her drink, motioning for the rest of us to follow.

I soon had another round poured and served to my friends. They were just as strong as the previous, quickly propelling our inexperienced bodies towards debauchery.

“Shall we continue the game? I could use some fun, even if your brother is a lightweight,” Dee suggested, glancing in my direction.

“Sure, who’s turn is it?” Candace asked.

“Mine,” Bella announced, “Ashley, truth or dare?”

I had a feeling things would ramp up quickly. The extra couple of shots had loosened us up, putting us where we should’ve been when Bobby got home. It’d been a good plan, but it failed without access to the liquor.

“Dare. Let’s get this game going,” Ashley announced.

“Take off your shirt for the rest of the game.”

Ashley didn’t hesitate, standing and pulling the baggy shirt over her head. My eyes focused on her bright red panties before shifting to her gorgeous breasts as they slipped from under the fabric.

“What size are those anyway?” Candace asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Thirty-four double D.”

“Well, you have me beat. I’m only a thirty-two D,” Dee added.

“How appropriate,” Bella laughed at the unintended joke. “I’m a thirty C if anyone cares.”

“We all care, Bella. Anyway, it’s better than my thirty-two A’s. These are sad.” I cupped my tiny breasts through my shirt, trying to give them a shake.

Candace, who I always assumed to be the same size as me because we’d shared bras, turned out to be a thirty B. She explained it was a sister size, but I didn’t fully understand. Nevertheless, we were both small compared to the other girls, making up for it with our toned tummies and long legs.

“Alright, Candace, truth or dare?” Ashley asked.

“Before she answers. We all know pretty much everything about each other, so why don’t we just skip the truths?” Dee suggested.

She had a good point. There wasn’t much to learn about each other. There might be some sordid details here or there, but those would come out eventually. We all wanted the night to turn into our early summer sleepover. We just didn’t have the guts to say it aloud. Asking only dares, especially if we kept it sexual, would get us all naked with a faceful of snatch in no time. We all agreed to stick to dares, although we required another round of drinks first.

“Okay then, Candace, pick one of us and suck on her breasts for a minute.”

Ashley would’ve been the obvious choice as she was already topless and had the best jugs of the five. Candace, however, surprised us all and picked me.

“Also, if you have to remove clothing as part of a dare, then you must keep it off until we’re finished,” Ashley added.

I sunk into the couch, leaning back as Candace yanked my shirt over my head. She hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and taking a nipple into her mouth. She was gentle at first, but as the seconds ticked by, she increased the pressure and even started to nibble with her teeth. I wanted her to slide a hand down my pajamas, but that wasn’t part of the dare. I had to settle for the nipple play. When the time was up, she leaned back and gave me a wink, leaving me with a glistening and erect nipple.

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Chapter 1- Mixup!

The events I am about to tell you are crazy, true, and happened over the time span of a few months. So, have you ever heard the saying, “Sin in haste, repent at leisure?”

Yeah, well, that is me now, but I am getting ahead. First let me tell you a little about myself…

I am Ryan.

Let’s keep this as informal and ambiguous as possible. So yeah, we’ll leave out the last names. I’m an aspiring storyteller and writer, but my day job is as a commercial driver delivering hazardous gases to local veterinary clinics, welding companies, dentist offices, and others. I’m of an athletic build. Of average height. Of average weight. I am white, with blue eyes, and strawberry blonde hair. I’m twenty-five years old, and I have officially been married to my wife, Andrea, for two years now.

Now, let me tell you about my wife, Andrea.

Andrea is assertive and confident, except when she’s around me. She works at a local office doing… well… office stuff to the best of her ability, and by that I mean that she has won the employee of the year award for the last two years straight. So, she’s professional and very very beautiful… my perfect woman!

When I say beautiful, let me try to explain. First, she has these amazing blue eyes. She’s got a cute, turned up, button nose. A plump kissable mouth. A sharp pointed chin. A sharp jawline, and an oval face. Her hair is long, dark chocolate brown, and kinky curly, and her skin is a flawless milk white with a small beauty frickle on the corner of her mouth and on the opposite cheek, on her jaw, just in front of her ear.

She has broad shoulders, a 34 inch chest with small perky B-cup breasts. She has a small, toned waist measuring 26 inches, and her hips are broad while the small of her back sweeps out to a thick bubble butt that measures 38 inches. Her thighs are thick and toned, her calves are thick, and her ankles are thick.

Just the way I like her!

My life sounds perfect, right? Well, I thought so too. But perfection is never achieved without a whole lot of crazy first?!

So, how does this story begin?

Well, like many others I imagine…

—-(!)—-

Monday morning I rolled over in bed when the alarm clock went off for what must have been the third time. It was on Andrea’s side of the bed. I groaned as I flipped onto my belly and found that my morning wood was now being bent at a right angle that wasn’t at all pleasant. Sliding a hand down into my underwear I pushed it down which only made it swell and throb against the mattress between my legs.

Andrea rolled over, slapped the alarm clock, and threw the coverlet and sheets off before walking around the bed and into the master bathroom. She left the door open, so I had the distinct pleasure of listening to her piss into the toilet. Once she was done, she washed her hands and then brushed her teeth while I tried to ignore the sounds and go back to sleep.

I must have faded out for a few seconds there, because I was jolted awake again when she came running into the room and jumped across our queen-size bed and began kissing my shoulders and neck while clawing at the covers and pulling them down until she was able to kick them off the bed.

“Rise and shine lover boy!” She purred happily as she straddled me and started grinding her hairless, pink, pussy on my back smearing her early morning arousal on my skin.

I knew I was not going to get any more sleep, and I groaned for my loss. But, could there ever be a better wake up program than this?

She was giggling as she played and tickled until I twisted beneath her. My hard, swollen, dick whipped up like it was a loaded spring and it whacked her ass with a loud “Smack!” before getting caught in the cleavage of her bountiful round cheeks.

“Oh!” She purred sensually as her eyes widened playfully.

Biting her bottom lip she bent over so that her ass cheeks spread apart and her pussy was pushed back until my dick was steadily thumping against her wet lips. She leaned in until her nipples were gently caressing my chest. She finger combed locks of curls out of her face as her blue eyes met mine with a hungry gaze, and she quit biting her bottom lip long enough to press her plump mouth against mine for a deep kiss that left me tasting her minty toothpaste.

“Well, aren’t you lively this morning,” She purred in a husky whisper.

“Well I better be right,” I answered with a chuckle, “After all, you married me for my dick didn’t you!”

She knew I was teasing, but she smiled deviously anyway as she growled, “I sure did!”

Slipping a small hand between us, she lifted her hips and ass up just enough to get her hand on my dick, and then bent my head and shaft just enough so I slid into her warm wet sheath as she extracted her hand and lowered her hips down to my pelvis.

“You’re just my tool of self-gratification,” She teased as she pushed herself to sit back so that my dick slid up the back of her vaginal wall until my head came to marmaris escort rest against her cervix.

She paused to revel in the sensation of my filling her up completely, just as I reveled in the sensations of her soft insides undulating around my dick as her vaginal mouth tightened around my base like a tight O-ring. Then she started a slow grind of her clitoris on my pelvis.

Placing my hands on her thighs, I worked my way to her massive ass cheeks where I gripped them tightly, dug in my fingertips, and spread her apart like I wanted to break bread. Andrea moaned as she leaned forward, put a hand down on my chest for support, and used the other hand to twist her nipples one at a time. She closed her eyes, and hissed as she inhaled and exhaled.

As I felt my orgasm slowly build I pushed her hips down harder and harder so that she was now only twerking her hips in short one inch thrusts while bending my dick into the shape of a ski-slope as my glands rubbed the back of her vagina. I was on the verge of popping out of her as she ground her vulva and clitoris hard against my organ and pubic bone.

She exhaled a loud wanton moan and then bit her lip as she inhaled. Then she spit her bottom lip out as she drooled across my chest and wailed, “Fuck me baby! Fuck me! Fuck I love your fucking dick!”

“Oh Fuck!” She gasped as her orgasm hit her and her eyes fluttered open, “Oh yes! Yes! YES!” She screamed!

She shifted her hips suddenly, eating up my dick and slamming my head into her cervix as her vagina clamped down on the base of my dick and my own climax was upon me! My balls ached with the pressure of my need. As Andrea’s voluminous ass cheeks slapped my balls they boiled over. It felt like pressurized steam surging through my groin until brilliant blinding pleasure blasted from my head straight up inside my woman as she shrieked in ecstasy!

Our bodies held perfectly still. Every muscle taut as we climaxed together. With every blasting pump of my seed inside her, Andrea sighed until finally I was finished and she wilted forward to lay on my chest.

“God, I love your dick,” She finally purred before sucking drool back into her mouth.

“And I love your pussy,” I retorted with a chuckle.

We laid there for a few more minutes, and then we got up and marched into the bathroom to take a shower. We both had to work, and if we weren’t quick we were going to be late, again…

I turned on the water, and then we both got in. I washed, and then Andrea washed. She turned around and I scrubbed her back then she returned the favor. All the while we smiled at each other and played. My dick hardened a second time and I gave her a look to which she gave me a sideways grin and said, “We are definitely going to be late for work now.”

I smiled and shrugged, and she turned around and bent over and proffered her ass to me. She looked back over her shoulder to grin back and say, “Not in the ass, or I will be really late!”

I grinned at her as I lined up my dick and then chuckled as I pressed my dickhead against her anus until I felt my head pop inside, “I guess you’re going to be really late then!”

She hissed at me and furrowed her brow, but then her eyes crossed and rolled up as I thrust my full length deeper inside her fat bottom!

It was a fast fuck. Her tight little asshole was the best O-ring ever! I grabbed her waist, and I slammed my hips into her ass cheeks with abandon as I watched them ripple from our collisions. As I withdrew I squeezed a little hair conditioner on to my dick and then slammed in again. With the assistance of a little lubrication I set a maddening pace of fucking my wife’s ass until I felt my balls tighten up until the felt like they were vibrating and then my mind blanked as I exploded cum inside Andrea a second time!

“Are you done?” She asked as she walked her hand up the bath wall and looked back at me with my head thrown back and my dick still buried between her ass cheeks.

“Yea,” I sighed in satisfaction as I withdrew leaving all my cum buried deep inside her rectum.

“Good,” She answered with a wry smirk as she stood up and turned to me, “I do love making my man cum!”

“Me too,” I mumbled, “Me too…”

Andrea grabbed up the bar of soap and quickly washed my dick off as I recovered. Then she stepped out of the shower while I washed my hair.

“Honey,” She called as I put my head under the faucet to rinse the soap from my hair.

“Huh,” I answered.

“I’m going to be picking up some night shifts starting tonight,” Andrea said as she turned on the hair dryer.

“Okay,” I replied.

“Also, my sister is coming to stay with us for a while,” She continued, “Bruce left her for another woman…”

“Okay,” I answered again.

“Anyway,” Andrea said as she turned off the hairdryer and began rubbing lotion into her skin, “He kicked her out, and now she has no place to stay, so I said we could take her in for a while.”

“Ah marmaris escort bayan huh, okay,” I answered again just before turning off the water and threw the shower curtain aside.

Andrea was waiting for me with a big smile and a towel. She handed it to me with an, “I love you so much!” And then left to get dressed.

I left for work first, and I didn’t think about anything but our morning sex for the rest of the day.

—-(!)—-

When I got home I found a note on the crockpot saying dinner should be ready in an hour. With a smile for Andrea’s kissy lips drawn in the corners, I set the note down and went to the office to write.

Our house was a small two bedroom home that we had just barely scraped enough money together for a down payment. It was an older home, but the master bedroom and bathroom were large, almost oversized. The second bedroom was large enough that I had a fold out couch for when guests came to visit, but otherwise, it was my office.

It was so quiet that I fell deep into my imagination and story, and before I knew it, it was eight o’clock. Walking out to the kitchen I found an already used plate and I figured Andrea must have come home, eaten, and either gone to bed, was reading a book, or taking a bath. Either way she had come home and didn’t come in and disturbed me like usual with questions about my day or telling me about hers, which I missed now that she hadn’t.

Feeling a tad bit guilty, I dished out a plate full of pulled pork and went back to my office to write some more. Two hours later it was ten o’clock when I finally stretched and looked at the time. With a hiss I put the computer on standby mode, turned off the high definition LED television that serves as my monitor, and marched into my bedroom. I always tried to stop in time to go to bed with Andrea so we could cuddle and then make love before we went to sleep.

The room was pitch-black when I entered, and then I closed the door as silently as possible behind me. Fuck! I had missed our make-out time together. Shucking off my pants and underwear, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and then I pulled back the covers and slipped into bed beside Andrea.

She was facing away from me as I moved up behind her. She had her ass stuck out across the bed. So I laid my hand on her hip and gently stroked down to cup her ass and squeeze before running down her thigh and back up to her hip. For some reason her hips and ass felt slightly larger than usual. Moving the same hand up I followed the steep curve down to her waist as Andrea moaned and pushed her ass back into my hips more firmly.

My dick was already a swollen, angry, thumping stick that batted at her ass cheeks until she shifted her hips and caught and trapped my cock in her deep valley. She moaned again and sleepily began twerking her ass against my hips while I moved my hand around her waist so that I could caress her toned belly and pushed my fingers down to investigate her pussy.

As usual I found soft smooth skin where her pubic hair should have been. Andrea had shaved when we first got married, and then she progressed to waxing, and then tried electrolysis, and finally she tried the laser hair removal method. Now, she was completely, and permanently hairless. She likes her coochie baby soft. From front to back, and I liked it too.

Andrea’s thighs were closed so I could only get the tip of my finger to slip between the folds of her labia and found her clitoris. I started rubbing a tight circle around it and she moaned again and thrust her ass back into me while arching her back so that her pussy was now more accessible from behind than the front.

Withdrawing my hand, I caressed her belly once again before continuing up to cup the nearest small perky breast.

Pulling her knees up to her chest, she arched her back so that her ass cheeks released my dick. She moaned as my cock thwacked her pussy, and I heard a wet slap as the top of my shaft slapped her vagina. I could feel her chest vibrate beneath my hand on her breast like she was actively purring, but I still wasn’t at a great angle for penetration.

I didn’t want to wake her up completely, but I did want to fuck her. So, I withdrew my hand from her breast and then I repositioned as I grabbed her bountiful ass and followed its curves to her pussy-lips. Once I found her vagina I thrust a long middle finger inside her wet embrace to test out how aroused she was, and she was very very wet.

Withdrawing, I ran my finger up her vulva and through her dainty labia petals to her clitoris. I rubbed circles around it until she was actively twerking her pussy on my hand, and then I grabbed my dick and guided it to her wet hole and pressed inside. I thought I heard Andrea sigh contentedly, but when I stopped and listened she didn’t make any more noises.

Moving in behind her, I grabbed her by her hip-flares and began slowly thrusting my dick inside her as I relished the feeling escort marmaris of her warm embrace. I loved the feeling of my lower belly colliding and pressing against her cushiony ass cheeks. And, as I moved one hand around to her upper abdomen, I loved the feeling of the movement of her skin, muscles, and breathing beneath my fingertips. She began rocking her hips, and rotating her pussy so that my dick was whisking her vagina as my dickhead rubbed circles around her cervix.

She turned more onto her belly and I followed her as she spread her legs apart and thrust her ass skyward. I got up and moved behind her so that I was kneeling between her knees. I ran my hands across her very bountifully round ass cheeks, and then grabbed her by her hip-flares again as I drove my dick back into her vagina!

Andrea gasped and moaned into her pillow lustily!

I was slamming my dick inside her now, and with every collision my balls slapped her clitoris with a loud “Smack!” I continued for several minutes, I thought but I couldn’t be sure, and then Andrea shifted from twisting her own small nipples to sliding a hand down her belly to her clit and catching my balls!

She wrapped her fingers around them and then began clawing my scrotum and testicular cords until my balls felt like they were tingling and vibrating. My pace increased to maniacal hammering. The collisions of my hips into her ass cheeks were a loud, “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” And, my breathing was a bellows as my fingers dug into Andrea’s ass and hip-flares!

My balls felt like they were a boiling, churning, frothing, and then fire and ice burst inside my groin and they boiled over and I reeled in dazed euphoria as my cum rocketed out of me to depths deep inside Andrea’s womb!

Every time I came she tightened her grip on my balls as if she were squeezing every last drop of sperm from them, and then I came to a shuddering halt, buried deep inside her and I swayed back and forth in jubilant aftermath as my dick twitched inside Andrea as the dregs of my spend slowly pumped into her velvet sheath.

Once I had recovered, I withdrew my dick and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I returned Andrea was back to laying on her side facing away from me as she had before. Slipping into bed, I scooted up behind her again as she silently moved her ass back to press into my hips. I wrapped an arm around her waist and she grabbed my hand and laced her fingers between mine from the outside as she held my palm to her right breast, and that is how I fell to sleep.

—-(!)—-

Andrea’s shifting and flipping in bed roused me from sleep to a drowsy stupor. I was cognizant that I was lying on my back and that I had a midnight wood that was tenting the sheet and coverlet.

Suddenly, I felt more than saw, Andrea flip around and throw a leg over my chest. I felt her soft ass cheeks squish against my pectorals, and then I felt her lay down my body. She grabbed my cock with her left hand and scooped up my testicles with her right. She pulled my dick hard to the left out of the way and then her hot mouth was consuming my balls. Her tongue pushed and prodded my jewels while her teeth nipped and chewed on my scrotum and testicular cords!

My eyes fluttered open and I was staring up at the silhouette of her amazing ass and hot, wet, pussy!

Pulling my arms free of the blankets and Andrea’s legs, I wasted no time in grabbing two meaty handfuls of her ass and squeezing as I spread her apart and pulled her pussy down to my mouth. I rubbed her vulva and beaked her vagina with my nose while latching onto her pussy-lips and sucking her labia and clitoris into my mouth.

Andrea released my balls and exhaled a husky sigh as I probed her clitoris with my tongue, and then she whipped my cock up and sucked it into her mouth and went down on me until it slipped into her throat and her plump lips and teeth were sucking and chewing the base of my shaft… She withdrew and scraped her teeth down my swollen meat until she came to my head, and then she tried to force her tongue down my urethra before nibbling on the glands on the underside.

As she worked my dick into her mouth, between her teeth, and beneath her tongue; I licked, sucked, and nibbled her clitoris, labia, and vulva. I was worried that I wasn’t doing a very good job, but as I latched onto her clitoris she lowered her pubic mound down and twerked her pussy on my face.

I must have found a good spot because her hips and ass shuddered, then she was pushing her pussy against my teeth forcefully as I sucked on her. She reared back off of my dick and moaned scrumptiously, and then sat fully on my head as my nose slid up inside her vagina and her ass cheeks pressed down on my eyes as she buried me beneath her.

She moaned as her body shuddered, then she squealed as it tightened up until she was crushing me, and then she quaked as she sighed in orgasmic delight!

When she recovered she attacked my dick with renewed fervor, sucking, nipping, biting, nibbling, licking it like a lollipop, deep throating until she was shuddering with her need to breathe.

“Mmm,” She hummed around my dick, but I just couldn’t climax.

Withdrawing from her vagina that I was licking her nectar from, I suggested, “I don’t feel close at all… Why don’t you flip around and let me fuck your ass?”

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Alex’s sister was getting married, her life was settled and sorted out. She was three years older that him, had a good job, a fiancé and a bright future. Alex was twenty one, it was October 2013 and he’d graduated from university in the late spring but he was aimless, jobless and single. The phrase ‘considering his options’ had worn a bit thin.

He lived in small midland town with his mother, Glenda, and sister, Nicola. His father, Greg, formerly a finance officer for a large agricultural machinery dealership, was in jail regretting the financial fraud he had committed three and a half years ago to pay off his massive gambling debts. There had, of course, been a financial impact on the family, they had been forced to sell the large house they owned and had moved into a three bed semi-detached house nearer the centre of town. His mother was a high flying management and accountancy consultant, she was well paid and the family, minus his now divorced as well as jailed father, was finding its feet financially. Once the expense of her daughter’s wedding was over, his mother was looking to move to a large four bed detached house in a leafy part of town.

Unemployed Alex spent his days at home pottering around the house, playing computer games, doing errands for his mother, preparing meals and living with perpetually drying women’s lingerie. Both his mother and sister were in professional jobs and they dressed in smart skirt suits and heels for work. Alex had a constant battle with his swelling cock whenever he saw their stockings, suspenders, bras and panties drying on a clothes airer in the kitchen. He wasn’t worried that it was his mother or sister that turned him on, he was sure that it was just the abundance of sexy feminine underwear on display that made his cock twitch. His cock seemed often to be in a state of arousal, especially when, as she dashed off to work, his busy mother sometimes asked him to make himself useful and hang the provocative items up to dry when the washing machine had finished its cycle.

Since coming home from university, he had spent a lot of time in the house on his own and some days, most days in fact, he found it very hard to resist wrapping his mother’s panties around his cock while he masturbated. He was fairly certain that it was not his mother that aroused him, it was just her sexy underwear; any son would find it hard to resist, he’d convinced himself.

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

His sister was getting married to Luke, a civil engineer. There was much ado about the wedding plans, his sister and mother were constantly asking him to run errands. Things were getting fraught but, thankfully, the big day had arrived. The wedding was to be held at small, beautiful rural church ninety minutes drive away in a hamlet near the Welsh border. Glenda had booked the family into an expensive hotel in a nearby border town.

Glenda’s cousin Fiona, a writer, also divorced, was coming over from the States to attend the wedding. She arrived the day before and was staying over with the family for a week. The plan was for Alex to drive her to the wedding venue then they would stay over at the hotel for the night with the rest of the family and come back the following day.

As a boy, Alex had seen a lot of Fiona, their families lived in the same town until Fiona divorced her husband and moved to the United States. He had only seen her twice in the last decade, the last time five years ago. Technically she was his first cousin once removed but they had always regarded each other as aunt and nephew.

Alex remembered his ‘Aunt’ Fiona as a very attractive and desirable woman whom he’d had the hots for and had been the subject of his masturbation fantasies many times. She was forty seven, the same age as his mother.

Glenda and Fiona were more like sisters than cousins, their mother’s were twins so it was no surprise that Glenda and Fiona looked so alike. At five foot ten, Fiona was an inch taller than Glenda but, otherwise, they were very much alike with long black hair and dazzling green eyes of Irish ancestry. Their facial features were almost identical and their genes had given them shapely well toned bodies that had stayed firm into their mid to late forties. They also shared a colourful past together.

It had vaguely occurred to Alex that he was highly sexually attracted to a woman who looked so like his mother, but It wasn’t a thought that he dwelt on too often as he pumped the shaft of his penis to his favourite fantasy of fucking his ‘aunt.’

Early on the morning of the wedding, Glenda called in at the florists but she left behind the corsages. She suddenly realised her mistake as she was about to set off for the church with her brother’s family. She asked Alex to dash to the florist before he and Fiona set off. This put them half an hour behind schedule but still with just enough time to make it to the church.

It had rained heavily for the previous thirty six hours, river levels were very high and flood yenimahalle escort water was lying in fields. After and hour or so on the road, they came to a halt behind a long queue of traffic. Alex switched the car radio on and heard a report that a bridge, just up ahead, had been swept away. He turned back and spent twenty minutes trying minor roads but came up against flood waters each time. Eventually, he got back to the main road, he knew they’d be late now but he thought that if he could go back ten miles or so to the motorway, he’d be able to find another, albeit much longer, route.

Before long, he came up behind another traffic queue. After waiting an age, a police car passed them on the other side of the road informing drivers that the river up ahead had burst its banks and the road was closed. He realised that they were stranded but he remembered passing a roadside hotel further back so, thinking that other people would have the same idea, he quickly turned the car around and made for the hotel.

Inevitably, there was only one room still available and it was a double. Fiona smirked to herself as he agreed to take the room and said to her in a low voice that he would sleep on the floor. He left her to settle in and went to find a decent phone signal so that he could phone his mother with the bad news. The best signal was out in the car park but it was weak.

“Hello, hello, can you hear me?”

“Only just, can you speak louder Alex, where are you? The wedding’s about to start”

“I’m shouting as it is mum, listen, bad news I’m afraid, the bridge at Ledford has been swept away by flood waters and we can’t go back the way we came because the all of roads are flooded to the east of here. I’m afraid we’re not going to make it to the wedding.”

“Oh no, surely not, Nicola will be so disappointed, is there no way through?”

“We’ve tried the minor roads but we keep coming to a watery dead end, luckily we’ve found a Paramount Inn so we’ve got somewhere to stay for the night.”

“Oh heavens, is there really no other way through?”

“I’m afraid not mum, the police are closing roads all around this area, I’ve spoken to an officer and she’s been told that, providing there’s no more rain, river levels will peak at about eight o’clock this evening so with a bit of luck, the main road back home might be passable late tomorrow afternoon”

“Oh dear, what a shame, but I’m not surprised, the water was right up to the top of the arches when we crossed the river in Ledford earlier and it was flowing so quickly”

“I’m sorry mum.”

“Oh if only I hadn’t sent you to get the corsages that I left behind at the florist, you’d have got through in time before the bridge collapsed, it’s all my fault.”

“No it’s not mum, how were you to know that the bridge would be swept away?”

“Oh dear, how is Fiona taking it?”

“Like me really, she’s resigned to our fate.”

“And she’s come all the way from the States for this.”

“It’s no one’s fault mum, we’ll find a way to make the rest of her stay special.”

He had no idea how prophetic his words would become.

“Well at least you’ve found a bed for the night and you won’t have to sleep in the car. It’s fortunate that you were close to the hotel, I know the one you mean, we passed it on the way here, you’re lucky, it’ll soon be full I suppose.”

“Yes, we, er, we managed to get the last two rooms.”

He lied instinctively, he didn’t want to have to answer any questions about sleeping arrangements with his Aunt. Fiona seemed to him to be very self contained about the whole business as though she knew something he didn’t.

“Look mum I’d better let you go, give Nicola and Luke our love and our apologies, we’ll be thinking of them.”

“Okay, bye love, and don’t forget that Fiona makes her living writing erotic fantasy so you shouldn’t believe everything she tells….” The line went dead, another casualty of the extensive flood damage.

The stranded travellers passed a long boring afternoon at the hotel, Fiona read a book and Alex went to the bar for a pint then went for a walk in the soggy grounds. Later on, after an unremarkable dinner and more drinks with an inscrutable Fiona in the bar, the moment that Alex had been dreading arrived. Once they were back in the room, Alex told his aunt again that he would grab a spare pillow and blanket from the wardrobe and sleep on the floor. He hadn’t known what to make of her all day and was a little nervous around her, she struck him as a very sophisticated and experienced mature woman, very attractive and obviously out of his league; but she had the air on someone concealing something. He was surprised when she told him not to be silly and to get into bed while she undressed in the bathroom.

He usually slept naked so he left his underpants on and laid as close to the edge of the wide bed as he possibly could. He could hear Fiona’s heels clacking on escort yenimahalle the tiled floor in slow deliberate steps and he become aroused. Knowing that they would be sleeping in the same room, he’d been trying all day long not to get too aroused by her. She looked so hot in a tight green dress just above the knee with high heels and a matching green and black patterned jacket. When she had been sitting in the car earlier, showing plenty of leg, with her dress stretched taut across her thighs, he’d noticed the tell tale sign of stockings and suspenders and this had done nothing to quell his ardour.

The bathroom door opened and Fiona got into bed in her bra, panties, stockings and suspenders. His heart was pounding, he couldn’t look her in the eye, surely she must have had something else to wear in bed he thought. Then he realised that she also probably slept naked. He listened hard for the sound of regular breathing to indicate that she was asleep. When he was sure that she was, he started to masturbate, he couldn’t help it, he’d been so turned on by her and couldn’t bear the thought that a beautiful, sexy, scantily clad, unavailable woman was lying next to him. He was close to coming when a low sultry voice asked, “Are you doing what I think you’re doing you dirty boy?”

A startled Alex muttered a shameful apology and turned onto his left side with his back to her.

“Well you’ve started something now, aren’t you going to finish it?”

“No, please, I’m sorry.”

“Were you thinking of me?”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Before he could move she pulled the quilt off him and sat astride his back with his right hand in a painful thumb hold restraint, she was strong, she pulled his left arm behind his back, still reeling from the pain, he realised that she had started to bind his wrists together, she’d been prepared for this, she’d planned it from the moment that they had been forced to book the room. Now his wrists were bound behind his back with a cord from one of the guest dressing gowns hanging from the back of the bathroom door.

She turned him onto his back and admired his still erect cock, “My my, you are a big boy, how many tight little cunts have you stretched with that?”

She laid along his right flank and caressed his abdomen just above the tip of his cock and spoke in a slow sensual murmur, “Do you find me desirable?…Well?”

“I.. er, I’ve never…”

“Don’t lie, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think no one’s looking, you spent a lot of time in the car staring at my thighs, were you looking for my suspender clips?…Well?”

“Yes”

“I wear stockings all the time, I catch lots of men ogling me and no doubt imagining putting their hands up my skirt and touching my accessible pussy. Is that what you do? Eh? Do you think about my warm wet accessible pussy? You do don’t you? I’m old enough to be your mother you dirty boy, I’ll tell you about your mother in a moment, do you think we look alike? We do don’t we? We’re the same age, born on the same day in fact, we look very alike and we’re both still hot, I can tell you’d like to fuck me, you would wouldn’t you? Tell me the truth now or you’ll never get another chance, would you like to fuck your aunt?”

She flashed her sensual, confident green eyes at him.

“Yes”

“Good, you see, that didn’t hurt did it? It was honest and I respect that. So, as we’re so alike, almost identical in fact, does that mean you’d like to fuck your mother as well? We’re you thinking of me or her while you were wanking?”

“Oh God, you, it was you, I’d never imagine…”

“You’d never imagine what? Fucking your hot sexy mother?”

“No, for God’s sake, what are you doing? Why are you trying to trap me into saying I want sex with my mother, Please let me go, I promise I won’t masturbate again, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You will masturbate again when I tell you to but for now I don’t want to hear any more of your whining,” she said as she got up and removed her skimpy panties and pushed them into his mouth, then she took the other end of the long dressing gown cord and forced it between his teeth and tied it tightly at the back of his head before stepping into her stilettos and getting back onto the bed.

“I’ve got lots of dirty stories to tell you about your mother and I don’t want to be interrupted. Let’s see just how big and hard we can make that lovely cock grow.”

He tried to protest but the only sound he could make was a muffled wail. She started to caress his chest, abdomen and thighs making sure not to touch his penis. Half of him desperately wanted his aunt to make him come and the other half wanted to be released from her menacing sexual control. She continued in her slow sultry tone.

“Now let me tell you about your mother… when we were young girls, our families used to visit each other a couple of times a year and because we lived so far apart, yenimahalle escort bayan we’d stay over at each other’s houses for a long weekend… It was a squeeze, four grown ups and five children in a three ‘bedroomed’ house. The visiting parents always slept on camp beds in the lounge and the three boys shared one bedroom whilst your mother and I shared another.”

“We used to have great fun under the bed sheets telling each other scary stories and clinging on to each other for protection against imagined monsters of some sort… As we got older, it happened less often and we didn’t share a bed at all in our early to mid teens… Then my older brother got married and your mother’s family stayed with ours on the night before and after the wedding. By then we’d both just turned nineteen and were at university. I think that being born on the same day had always made us feel more like sisters than cousins, twins really.”

“So your mother and I shared a bed again for the first time in years. We were young women by then and we talked about stuff that young women talked about… I’ll never forget that Glenda got into bed naked, she had quite a body I can tell you, and so did I… I asked if she’d forgotten her night dress but she said she always slept naked, so I got into bed naked as well, it just felt like the right thing to do. But being naked in bed with your naked mother stirred something in my pussy. We laid on out backs together, talking and laughing about how we used to tell ghost stories to each other when we were little, I asked her if she remembered how we used to cling to each other half scared out of our wits, she said yes and it struck me, and her I think, how careful we were being, in our adult nakedness, not to touch each other’s bodies, as though physical contact between us had suddenly become taboo.”

“I realised then that I wanted her so I steered the conversation toward sex… Out of the blue I asked her if she’d ever been with anyone, she blushed and said she’d slept with two men at university and she’d enjoyed it, I think one was her maths tutor and the other was a student… I probed her on how much she liked sex and what turned her on most but she was embarrassed and she clammed up. So I told her to ask me if I’d slept with anyone, she did and I said yes, that I’d had one very special lover, she asked if he was good in bed and I said yes she was magnificent… Her face was a picture, she didn’t know whether I was being serious at first, then she looked wide eyed and curious one minute and like a deer caught in headlights the next. She didn’t know how to deal with what I’d told her, she laid down with her back to me, switched off the bedside light and said goodnight”

“I could tell she was very curious so I spoke to her in the darkness, to make her feel better I told her that I was bi-sexual, which was true, and that going with a woman was nothing to be afraid of or disgusted about, it was a wonderful experience. She stayed silent, I could feel her trembling, I think we both knew what was going to happen, that we were about to fuck each other for the first time… My cunt was hot with desire for her, I’ve got to tell you that the thought of committing ‘incest’ with your mother became overpowering and irresistible. I spooned her from behind, we lay there skin to skin with my pussy pressing into her buttocks, it was intoxicating. I said that I wouldn’t let the monster get her, her body relaxed and she didn’t resist when I cupped her breast then she turned onto her back and we kissed deeply and passionately, holding on to each other like we’d never let go.”

Alex whimpered and his rigid cock twitched several times as it signalled his arousal. “My goodness, you’re really turned on by this aren’t you. Do you want to hear more about what a good fuck your mother is?”

He grunted and growled his disapproval and tried to roll himself off the bed but she pulled him onto his back again and sat astride his chest and pinned his shoulders down with her knees. He wanted her to stop talking about his mother in this way but his cock wanted her to continue. Her musky scented cunt was close to his nostrils, he breathed it in and his cock twitched again. She sank her wet silky vulva over his gagged mouth and pressed her cunt right into his face.

“It’s useless to try to resist, I’m going to have you in as many ways as I want tonight and before I’m finished with you, you’ll be desperate to fuck your mother.”

His Aunt laid down beside him again and caressed his abdomen taking care not to touch his loaded cock which by now was on a ‘hair trigger.’ She continued with her revelations about his mother in her sultry, almost hypnotic tones.

“That first night we fucked for hours, what we didn’t do to each other isn’t worth mentioning… She was shy at first but she soon overcame her inhibitions, I can clearly remember, as dawn broke, kneeling between her open thighs as she sat on the bed, her beautiful fresh pink cunt glistening with with my saliva and her come juices. She smelled and tasted so sweet and earthy at the same time. She still does… I ate her cunt last night and she squealed with stifled delight as she came in the bedroom next to you. Poor dear, she wanted an orgasm so badly, she hasn’t had sex for over three years, but she was desperate not to wake you or Nicola.”

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Hi all, its Ali here!

I’m back with the events that happened on the third day of the week-long trip to Goa that I took with my slutty, widowed mature Muslim Aunt, Sheen and her hot, horny daughter, my older cousin Dee. If you guys like this post as much as my other posts, feel free to rate and comment.

A little background first…

I’m Ali. I’m a rich, good-looking Muslim guy. I stand over 5’10” tall, have fair skin with black, needle-straight hair and big, light-brown eyes. I have an athletic but muscular physique as I’ve been an avid soccer player since I was small. I maintain my physique by working out regularly. I have three main passions in life — Books, Bikes and Booty — though not always in the same order.

I’m single, in my late 20s now and enjoy a happy, healthy and exciting life with numerous sexual partners.

About my Family

I can’t reveal where I was born for privacy reasons but I can disclose the fact that it is one of the largest cities in central India. I have a huge extended family, made of the families of my father and his seven brothers. We are extremely well-off and live in a huge, 2-acre gated and walled property on the northern outskirts of our city. This immense compound is surrounded by a huge 12-foot tall wall with an immense black iron gate up front. There are three, 3-storied buildings with expansive, spacious apartments for each family within the compound so we all live very comfortably together.

Despite being rich, my family belongs to an ultra-conservative Muslim sect and almost all of us follow our religious tenets obediently. There are over 20 people living together so we are a close-knit family. However, owing to our religious beliefs we are discouraged from mixing with members of the opposite sex from outside the family once we reach puberty. The women in my family always wear a Hijab to cover their heads and an Abaya to hide their beautiful, tall, curvy bodies whenever stepping out.

Such extreme restrictions resulted in some of my female family members rebelling and starting secret, illicit sexual relationships with me. Of which Aunty Sheen is one of the first ones to seduce me. Sheen aunty had been married to my oldest uncle, who sadly passed away in 2006. She has been the matriarch of our huge family ever since. It was less than a couple of weeks after her husband’s demise that Aunty Sheen seduced me to vent out the years of immense sexual tension that had built up from the past 18 years. Dee is her daughter and my older cousin. We had been really close since we were small and would share everything. This resulted in a certain attraction building up between us which eventually led us to lose our virginity to each other.

About Aunty Sheen

Aunty Sheen is unlike your typical Indian Muslim MILF. Drastically different than the other women in my family, Sheen aunty is short, dark and plump. She is barely 5’3″ tall, with dark-brown but smooth skin-tone. She has a large, round face, with big brown eyes and thin, severe lips. Her hair is still black, wavy and cut to shoulder-length. Aunty Sheen is remarkably voluptuous, with huge, brown, round and soft 50DD boobs that have long, black ultra-sensitive nipples. She has a significantly slim 30″ waist which flares out to a huge, round and cushy 50″ ass. Her legs are thick but smooth like chocolate.

You can picture Aunty Sheen as a mix of Jada Pinkett Smith (Hollywood actress) and Layton Benton (black porn star).

About Dee

Dee is a year older than me. She is short, dusky but very curvy. She stands around 5’3″ tall, with smooth, light-brown skin. She has a cute round face with big brown eyes and plump, soft lips. She has black, wavy hair which she usually keeps cut to shoulder length, very similar to her mother. Dee shares her mother’s curvy genes and has deliciously voluptuous 40D boobs that are quite firm, extremely round and crowned with long, dark-brown nipples. Back then, Dee had a significantly slim 26″ waist that widened to a pair of perfectly round and large 36″ ass cheeks. Dee has ultra-smooth, shapely, firm long legs.

If you want to picture Dee just imagine a mix of Niki Minaj (American Hip Hop star) and Victoria Cakes (black porn star).

Dee and I had lost our virginity to each other long back. Ever since then, we had had a regular, obsessively unhealthy sexual relationship. This eventually led us to a live-in relationship in Pune where Dee and I attended college and lived a highly exciting, sexual life.

COMING TO THE STORY…

Sexy Cousin becomes a Sub

(7AM-11AM, Tuesday 28 October 2008)

As usual, I woke up early that morning too. It must have been a little before 7 AM as I looked up at the wall clock overhead. Aunty Sheen and Dee were fast asleep. They were both naked and looked quite tempting despite being covered with the blanket. I managed to slide off the bed without waking either of them.

My brain was a little fuzzy after the few drinks and joints we’d had the night before. However, as I walked nude and stretched tokat escort on the way to the bathroom, my vision cleared just enough. I immediately grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth before stepping under the shower. I turned on the knob and enjoyed the invigorating cold water on my warm body. I instantly felt wide awake.

The quick cold shower left me completely sober. After stepping out of the shower I wiped my body dry before changing into a black soccer jersey and a pair of black soccer shorts. After I pulled on the sneakers I grabbed a pack of cigarette, lighter, a joint, bottle of water along with my journal and put them in the small sling bag. I walked through the adjoined balconies into the other room before stepping out and locking the door behind me. I walked downstairs and out on to the small, winding lane.

The cold, sea air stuck me almost like a barrage of salt as soon as I stepped out from the cover of houses. The sky was completely overcast today too. It was a ceiling of pale grey with featureless clouds blotting out the sun rising from the east. The sea looked a dark grey, mirroring the sky and the waves seemed stormy too. I stepped on the path to the beach and took breaths of the chilly, salty wind.

I stopped just beyond the shacks and looked around the beach to see only a handful of people out and about. The fishermen had already casted their boats out. So, only a few tourists, brave enough to bear the cold, could be seen walking or jogging along the beach while others sat meditating on the sand. I stretched as I walked to the seashore. I tightened the strings of the sling bag and began jogging along the shore. I set a fast pace and started running back and forth between Baga Creek and the rocky outcrops at the other end of the beach.

After about half an hour of jogging I stopped when I reached the rocky outcrops. I was heaving for breath but my body was hot now. I could distinctly feel the cold, salty wind blowing in from the sea on my sweaty chest, arms and legs. I looked out at the foaming, grey sea as the waves crashed on the rocks a few meters ahead. After cooling down for a minute I took a few sips of water from the bottle of water in my sling bag. I then climbed on to the rocks. They were still damp from having been submerged underwater at high tide during the night. I jumped from rock to rock and stopped at the large, flat rock where I’d fucked my aunt and cousin a few times before.

After putting down the bag to one side, I started working out. I did push-ups and squats along with hand-stands for another half hour. I would take short breaks between every set to stare in awe at the huge, grey waves that crashed on the rocks up ahead. Once I was done with the workout I was sweating and panting again. I decided to rest on the flat, cool rock.

The salty sea wind cooled off the sweat as I sat on the rock, leaning back against the vertical, smooth surface of the short cliff formed by the small hillock behind me.

I checked my cell phone and replied to a few texts. Soon, I lit the thick, long joint from the bag. Smoking my first reefer after the intense workout made me feel the effects almost instantly. I felt the familiar tingling in my peripheries, while my body felt lighter. I felt myself getting detached and yet my senses sharpened noticeably. I welcomed the warm, fuzzy feeling and took out my well-used journal and a pen.

I began writing my journal, making sure to capture as much detail. It was quite arousing to write down the various kinky acts of debauchery Dee had ordered her slutty, submissive mother to perform the day before. Although I was mostly high or drunk the previous day, I could still remember almost every detail of everything that had happened.

The joint went out several times whenever I got lost penning down our sex shenanigans. I re-lit it every single time and continued to get high. I eventually finished writing everything down and closed the journal. The joint still had a few drags left in it. As I was finishing up the joint my cell phone buzzed besides me.

“Good morning.” I greeted cheerfully after picking up the call.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Aunty Sheen replied in a husky but excited voice, “Where are you, son?” She asked.

“I’m at the beach. I just finished my workout.” I replied.

“Mmm…” Sheen aunty said in an exaggerated lecherous tone, “Then why don’t you come back? I’ll help you clean up.” She giggled saying this.

“All right! Sounds good.” I replied in the same flirty tone and ended the call.

I lit a cigarette before stuffing everything else into the bag. I climbed off of the rocks and made my way across the beach to the small path leading to the winding lane. Alwyn, the owner, was standing behind the counter of the small store near the entrance to the guest house. I exchanged greetings with him and made small talk for a couple of minutes. Then I made my way to the back and climbed the stairs to the first floor.

It was tokat escort bayan past 9 AM when I unlocked the door to the second door. I halted in surprise when I saw what waited me right inside the door.

“Hey!” I cried out aloud in surprise when I felt something rush my legs and I looked down to an extremely kinky, hot sight.

“What is this…” I suddenly grinned and commented as I hurriedly shut the door behind me.

Dee knelt on the floor, completely naked except for the black leather dog-collar and the leash attached to it. She had put on no make-up and with her medium, wavy hair tied in a bun on her head, she looked alert and eager. She wore short black socks on her hands while her thick, shapely legs were covered with long, black soccer socks. She wore them all the way up, like stockings and they fit like a second skin over her shapely, muscular calves. The double-pleats on the top of the socks were at her knees, giving her a nice cushion when she knelt down on the hard, cold floor. Dee looked up at me with puppy-eyes and I noticed the small, folded piece of paper she clamped in her plump, soft lips.

I quickly stepped out of my sand-filled sneakers and socks. I bent over at the waist and grinned wider with increasing excitement as I gently plucked the note out of her mouth and opened it. It was a small note in Dee’s handwriting, simply stating:

“Woof! I’m your pet for the day.”

I was quite high and getting horny didn’t take too long. I looked down and saw Dee grinned back at me, plumping up her tempting, perky, large tits by pressing them with her arms to entice me.

As soon as the naughty, kinky images from our earlier BDSM experiences started running through my mind, I was instantly very aroused.

“Good.” I said, nodding my head.

I knelt down close in front of her. I looked straight in her eyes and slowly reached out towards her. I saw the anticipated excitement clear on her face as she eagerly pushed her voluptuous chest towards me. I grabbed her gently around the slim throat. She closed her eyes and smiled lustily, enjoying the silent sensual treatment.

I brought my hand down slowly, feeling the depths of her tight, deep cleavage and traced a line down to her crotch and out between her thick, firm thighs. I stopped when I reached the looped handle on the long leather leash. I stood up and looked down to see my sexy, submissive cousin looking back at me with a mix of eager excitement.

“Walk.” I said simply before turning around and leading Dee out to the balcony like a dog.

I walked out into the balcony and looked through the small door towards the adjoining balcony.

“Oh, you’re here.” Aunty Sheen said when she noticed me walk into the balcony. “Did you like the surprise?” Sheen aunty said, nodding at Dee on the end of the leash I had in my hand.

“Yes, I did.” I said before pulling at the leash and making Dee crawl out on her fours into the balcony, “This is a great surprise.” I said, pointing at Dee as she submissively stayed on her hands and knees.

“I know, right.” Aunty said from the lawn chair she sat on and grinned as she beckoned me over.

Aunty Sheen looked quite hot in a short, pink satin robe. She had let her hair open and I could tell she had had a shower because she was sober and alert. She had tied the robe loosely around her plump paunch so I had a clear view of her deep, dark cleavage. I remember noticing the way her long, thick nipples made dents in the soft, shiny pink fabric. She sat with her thick, soft, smooth legs stretched out in front and had her feet resting on the low coffee table. My dick was starting to get harder now.

I wrenched my eyes away and pulled the leash tighter. This prompted Dee to begin crawling ahead on all fours ahead of me. I wanted to enjoy the view of her firm, large, rounded booty cheeks clapping and swinging when she crawled on her hands and knees into the other balcony. I wasn’t surprised to see her clean-shaven crotch glistening softly with her pre-cum because Dee is one of the horniest and kinkiest people I know. I was sure she was going to enjoy being a submissive, sex-pet to her mother and me for the day.

Dee crawled like an actual bitch on all fours. She stopped right beside her mother’s chair, looking up at Aunty Sheen with big, brown eyes. Aunty Sheen grinned, looking at me and then her submissive, sexy daughter acting like a pet dog.

“Do you like my new bitch?” Aunty Sheen asked with a wicked grin as she reached out for the leash.

“Oh yeah!” I replied excitedly and handed the leash to her.

Aunty Sheen grabbed the leash and got off of the low-slung cushioned cane armchair.

“Why don’t you give the bag to her? She’ll take care of it.” Aunty suggested and smiled.

Puzzled, I unslung the small bag from my back and handed it to my aunt. Sheen aunty took the bag and bent at her waist. I watched as Dee eagerly opened her mouth and clamped it around the top of the bag. Aunty stood up and turned to escort tokat me.

“Let’s get you cleaned up. We’ve got a hot day ahead.” Sheen aunty said softly.

She grabbed my left arm with her free hand and led me in. I felt her large, soft breast press against my elbow as she clung to me and turned to look down at Dee.

“Come.” Aunty Sheen ordered simply.

Immediately, Dee started to crawl on her hands and knees a step ahead of us. She held the small bag between her teeth and eagerly walked on all fours to the bed. I watched as she stretched her neck and succeeded in putting the bag on the low-slung bed. I grinned wide with excitement, watching her amazing performance. Aunty pulled at the leash and made Dee halt right at the door of the bathroom. Dee was made to kneel at the bathroom door while we stepped in.

Aunty Sheen threw the leather leash handle out so it wouldn’t get damaged with the water on the bathroom floor. Sheen aunty quickly pulled open her robe and hung it on the hooks behind the door. She wasn’t wearing underwear so she became completely nude when she slipped out of the tiny, tight robe. The small light in the bathroom made her smooth, plump brown body shine softly.

I watched her large, soft boobs sway as she took a step close and reached out to grab my top. Sheen aunty then took her time stripping me. I let her pull the sweaty jersey off and watched her go on her knees before pulling down my sweat-soaked shorts too. As soon as she pulled my underwear down my semi-erect but thick dick popped out.

“Hmm…” I sighed when I felt my ball-sack float free.

“See here, bitch.” Sheen aunty said to Dee who knelt a few feet away to the side, “This is how you take care of your master.”

Aunty Sheen put her warm, soft hands on my ankles and slowly began to caress upwards.

“You should always keep your man happy. If you want to have him for yourself, then you need to be ready to do anything for him, you know.” Sheen aunty continued to comment as I felt her press my muscular calves on the way up.

I took a quick glance at Dee and saw her watching us with hungry lust in her eyes. She bit her lips and her eyes were riveted on our naked bodies.

“You’re lucky you get to fuck him every day. I wish I was in your place.” Aunty said with some feelings and made her way up to my thighs.

“Mmm… I would suck on this cock and let him do absolutely anything he pleased.” Aunty said and ran her hands around to my back before grabbing my tight, firm buttocks, “Ohh…” She groaned lustily as she squeezed it once.

Sheen aunty was on her knees in front, looking at my bare, muscular smooth legs with lust-filled eyes as she caressed my naked, firm butt gently. Sheen aunty started kissing my thick, muscular thighs alternately but deliberately avoided my aroused crotch. I loved the way she puckered her thin firm lips on my thighs and sucked hard, leaving clear red marks on my fair, smooth skin.

“Muah! Muah… Muahh… Mmuah… Mmhh… Hhmm…” Sheen aunty groaned with evident lust as she kissed her way up till my thick, long dick bumped the top of her head.

“Hmmm…” Sheen aunty put her nose at the base of my sweaty, thick dick and took a deep whiff, “Fuck!” She swore aloud and rubbed her soft, plump cheek against my ultra-sensitive circumcised dickhead.

I stood straight with my hands down by my sides and let my horny, mature aunt kiss and lick my muscular, smooth legs. A little while later, Sheen aunty released her grip on my young, firm butt and stood up slowly. She caressed her hands up my flat tummy and firm, hairless chest before she grabbed my pectorals and squeezed softly.

“I hope you know just how lucky you are, you bitch.” Aunty Sheen commented.

She then stepped even closer and reached around me to turn the shower knob.

“Ooo…” I groaned softly as the cold water first hit my warm, naked body.

I took a few deep breaths though and started liking it. Aunty Sheen rubbed her hands all over my wet, naked body while Dee watched from the bathroom door. Sheen aunty expertly soaped and cleaned me in a few minutes. She then focused her attention on my crotch.

“If I could, I would eat this ass every single day.” Sheen aunty said as she began washing my naked, firm buttocks.

She lovingly slipped her hands between my ass cheeks and caressed her soapy wet fingertips against my anus. I felt it clench involuntarily at first but then I relaxed and let my slutty, horny aunt play with my ass. It was getting me harder and harder with each moment. I glanced at Dee to see her looking at my naked, wet body with clear hungry eyes.

“I just want to dip him in honey and lick him all over.” Aunty commented softly, as she finally had her fun with my butt.

By this time, my young, excited dick was quite aroused. It stood like a thick, wet brown sausage in front and brushed my aunt’s hands as she now soaped and washed my crotch. She took care to lather the soap around my dick and balls gently. I enjoyed her gentle cleaning and felt myself getting erect in no time. Soon, my thick, big dick was rock-hard.

Once she had had her fill, Aunty Sheen then washed the soap off my crotch under the shower. I was quite high despite the cold shower. Once she was done, aunty lovingly patted my bare, wet butt.

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Busy Weekend – slave girl sara

This is a true story of full time slave living a Home Discipline Life,

Last Saturday morning i woke sir in my usual way and was sent for my shower.

When i came back my pillows were set in the middle of the bed and i took my position.

When Marc came back from his shower he said i needed his mark and gave me 5 stripes on my sit spot, pulled me back, kissed each stripe and mounted me from behind, my tears of pain were soon overwhelmed with tears of pleasure.

We then showered together and had a good long cuddle.

We went down naked and swam together for a while, showered again and for some breakfast.

It was only a cereal and toast and my mums home-made marmalade.

Nothing was said over breakfast as to why i needed striping, i knew it was nothing imminent as i was singing at a concert at church in the afternoon i had organised.

Marc did a little office work and i waited for our grocery delivery, then put it away.

I dropped 2 tins on the tiled floor and Mark made an appearance from his office and sat on a kitchen stool.

I dropped of my house coat and went over his knee for a spanking over my swelling stripes. I did not need an explanation why, but got one, he said on the lines of,only pick what you know you can carry.

With that i was carried the lounge and we made the most perfect love our long leather settee.

He took me and my guitar to the hall he went off to his football match.

I was after a magician who was nothing short of amazing.

I was called help him with 3 tricks and how the 7 of diamonds ended in my guitar case is a complete mystery.

I sang a medley of trabzon escort Simon and Garfunkel, Everly Brothers and Beach Boy songs i had grown with, then had the audience join in i played the first verse of every Beatles song you could “Imagine” they loved it.

I helped wash the tea cups and Marks mum said i was going home with them as Marc had a casino night in a hotel booked for some ones birthday and i was stopping over with them and would see us at church in the morning.

Then the stripes i had been given became clearer.

He had even packed me a small bag with clean undies and my toilet bag.

His dad kissed my forehead and patted my bottom in congratulations for the show i had organised.

We had dinner, a hot pot from her slow cooker and a half jacket potato.

We sat a little and i excused myself to the guest room, actually Marc`s old bedroom.

I came out of the shower at the time his dad came in, not sure why but he mentioned my red bottom and lines.

He said he would be giving me my Maintenance in the morning and to wait in bed until he came in.

He swung me over his knee for a good girl spanking on the success of my show, then onto fours for a fucking.

I so needed one at that time and embraced his attention, the first of quite a few that evening,

In the morning the sun came through the curtains i could hear the sounds coming down the corridor of his mum getting her maintenance, then steps coming towards my room.

I pulled down my pillows and just settled over them he reached my door.

He knocked and walked in, doubled belt in hand and took no time in leathering my bottom.

He trabzon escort bayan then lifted me, sat me on his knee and comforted me.

He said he would leave the caning to Marc when he came home from his afternoon of watching a professional football game in the companies hospitality box and he would be there too.

I helped with breakfast and put my bedding to wash, i must be a domestic goddess now after keeping mine and Marc`s house a couple of months.

I had to put my concert stuff back on and we went to church.

Marc was waiting for me on the steps and i nearly cried to see him, to be fair, i did cry.

I linked up with him and we walked into church.

Our Pastor led the service, and would you believe his sermon that day was about secrets and the beauty of keeping them and of sharing them, hmmmm.

After the we had coffee, still socially distancing and some wore masks when convenient.

I saw Marc, his dad and my father chatting, could only be one outcome i guessed and i would feel it.

Marc kissed me and said i was go home with my parents and after dinner then my Father would bring me home.

I was happy with that.

We snacked for lunch and mum led me my fathers study, knocked his door, squeezed my hand and pushed in.

I saw the junior cane the table and began undress.

I was not stopped and was soon naked.

My hands folded behind my back until i saw my father raise his eyebrows and i quickly put them on my head, his favoured place for them.

He walked round and examined my body, visually and not medically.

I was bent forward and the first 5 stripes over the escort trabzon fullness of my bottom were the last 5.

Only 5 but enough to have me crying bye the third.

I was stood and pulled into his arms he hugged and rubbed by bottom gently.

One soothed i slid down his body to my knees to thank him.

My mum showed the carton of plastic tubs, and lids, mark had sent to her, even better than the ones she had she said.

I cuddled her tight and put myself in quite a predicament in my thoughts.

If i had to make a decision there and then, where would i choose to live, my new home or mums?

We played a few board games and had dinner, just a small for me but i cleaned my plate.

They both took me home and left me all alone in our big house. i had a plan.

The front door opened and closed and Marc was met by a tightly pigtailed girl, regulation olive green big knickers, navy blue gym tunic, white blouse, no bra until you were big enough to fill one, and white pumps.

I handed him a note;

Dear headmaster

I have sent sara to you this evening as i am sick and tired of telling her to be quiet and to stop putting her hands down her knickers front at 18 years old she should know better.

She was also found by the janitor behind the bike shed with two friends, sucking their privates with her breasts on show.

The lines i give her make no difference at all to her attitude, perhaps you have some stronger lines you could give her.

Yours sincerely

Ida Slapter

He pushed my skirt, lowered my knickers to my knees and pushed his cock through my legs.

Lifted off the floor with sat astride his stiff shaft and took upstairs like that, i think i may have cum every step.

I was stripped naked, put over his knee for a swift spanking and ordered onto the bed, on top of him.

We both slept through our alarms the following Monday and i was warned he would be home for lunch to administer the lines i was due.

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