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For a nerd, I’d done pretty well for myself. After years of sneaking around to try to view my older sister in various stages of undress, I had now in a very short period of time seen her fully naked, touched her private parts and even fucked her and at HER request. If that weren’t enough, I had total control over her any time I wanted her! Life couldn’t get any better for a horny guy! Or could it…

I found that if I left her to her own accord, the previous post-hypnotic suggestion I had given her to find me extremely sexy would tend to wear off, even if slowly. It resulted in fewer and fewer encounters with longer times between them – longer in days not weeks or anything. Yet that was unacceptable to a horny guy my age with hormones raging. But I should tell you of a couple of these encounters, since they tend to lead into the next phase.

After our first fuck, Kathy was acting more like a horny girlfriend than a sibling. It got to the point that I was afraid that mom would begin to notice. She of course would have never expected what was happening in a million years if it didn’t become blatantly obvious, so I was only slightly nervous. Plus with me living in my own apartment, she rarely saw the two of us together. Yet, not living at home, I had no idea how Kathy was explaining to mom her more frequent visits, or even if she did tell her.

So next visit I asked her what mom thought about all her recent visits. She said, “It’s none of her business. I usually don’t tell her I’m coming over here. I just say I’m going out, or maybe just leave without saying where I’m going.”

That satisfied my curiosity for the time, especially since Kathy then snuggled up on the couch next to me and asked, “Michael, do you still feel the same as you did that first time?”

“Sure,” I said sarcastically, “Wanna feel.”

She made a mock face of displeasure and slapped me saying, “You know what I mean.”

I took her hand and said, “Yes Kathy, you know we’ve always been close, confiding in one another. You’ve been my closest friend basically forever.”

Almost before I finished, her mouth was on mine. We began kissing and touching one another and then began removing each other’s clothes. She leaned back on the couch, but I got up and took her hand. “Come to my bed,” I urged. Naked, with our clothes strewn on the couch, hand in hand we walked hurriedly to my bedroom.

Inside, I turned down the sheets and she crawled up there, making sure to give me a full view of her bare tush with her lips showing between her thighs as she crawled. Looking back before she laid down, making sure I noticed, she asked, “Do you like the view?” I just leaned in and kissed her right over her puffy lips.

With that she laid down with her legs toward me. I was ready to crawl up between them, but then I thought, ‘No, she probably expects me to eat her since I just kissed her there.’ So taking her legs over each shoulder I leaned down and began to lap at her lips like a cat licking milk from a saucer. She sighed a deep sigh and just let out a low moan of pleasure.

She had obviously prepared for this. She smelled like flowers and she was already soaking wet. I set in to have some fun here and drag out the delight.

“Does it bother you that I don’t shave down there,” she asked timidly.

With a lick right up between her slit I then answered her, “No not at all. I think it looks so much more erotic this way. Pubic hair has always been sort of the frame to the forbidden.” With that she pushed her mound tight to my mouth and tongue.

I began licking from the bottom of her slit to the top right under her clit, spreading the lips wide and tasting the thick juices she was producing copiously. Each stop under her clit brought gyrations of her hips trying to get attention there. I tortured her a bit more and then on the last pass, I opened my lips, passed over her little nub and closed on it. She groaned loudly.

I clamped down on it and began running my raspy tongue over it faster and faster until I was flicking it. It wasn’t long until she arched up on my shoulders and had a long powerful orgasm. Only after she began to jerk some from over stimulation did I stop flicking and began to just slowly work it between my tongue and lips. Her hips then slowly began to lower to the bed as if someone were releasing some unseen hydraulic system.

She pulled me up on her and began kissing me with deep passionate tongue kisses, her legs wrapped around my hips. As such, my cock laid pressed between us against her mound. I backed off as best I could but with her legs she pulled me back tight to her and kept teasing. I pulled back again and eventually got it out from between us, but now it was down between her legs.

In this position it was stimulating her as well and her wetness made it feel awesome as it slid along her slit. Each stroke was bringing the head all the way up between her folds and it would catch there as it stroked away again. Then on one stroke it wedged solidly between her mardin escort lips and we both felt it. With not much more pressure by one of us, it easily slipped right inside her! If she weren’t so very wet so that it lubed me so well, I may have cum immediately.

But I was close. Oh I was right there. I didn’t move for a few seconds trying to let it settle, but she began moving her hips and with her legs wrapped around me, I could do nothing but enjoy. Soon my body just took over automatically and I was thrusting hard into my sister’s wanton pussy.

I began to cum and with each ejaculation the feeling grew stronger. It was only toward the end that I noticed Kathy was bucking hard against me and beginning the throws of another orgasm herself. Hers went on and on and I tried to continue with her for as long as my super sensitive cock would let me. I could feel her nails digging into my back and her calves crushing my sides. But the thought that my older sister was in the throws of and orgasm with my cock in her and losing total control while I fucked her kept me going though it all.

As she slowed with little jerks of her own from the sensations, I relaxed and just let her ride it out. When she was finished, her legs loosened and dropped to the bed and her arms followed. I leaned down and kissed her lips softly, which she returned through our heavy breathing, and then I kissed her left breast and raised up slowly letting my cock slide out. It was semi hard and the feeling of it sliding the length all the way out was great in itself. I then plopped down on my side to her left with an arm draped across her bare chest.

Catching our breath, we sort of snickered to one another. “Who would have thought,” she remarked.

“Yes,” I answered a bit jokingly still floating in the fantasy just completed, “wouldn’t mom be proud. She always wanted us to be close and stay close. How much closer can we get!”

“Oh my god,” Kathy muttered almost to herself. “She’d have a heart attack if she ever found out!” And we both laughed at the humor and the irony of it.

As I laid there softly stroking Kathy’s silky smooth and soft breasts almost unconsciously, my mind began to run through the scenario that brought us to this point. She on the other hand just laid there totally naked on my bed allowing me to touch her and have my way with her. I began wondering how much of this was control through hypnosis and how much was simple carnal pleasure on Kathy’s part.

After all I hadn’t done any hypnosis on her since before we’d had our first full intercourse. I began wondering if maybe it was all a farce on HER part. Did she play along to get me to do this, hoping I would feel like it was all my doing and not hold her guilty for her desires?

As if reading my mind, she purred, “You know what would make this all absolutely perfect?”

Breaking my spell I answered, “What?”

Rolling my way, cupping my hand over her breast and looking me in the eye she said, “One of your relaxation procedures.” She smiled in anticipation of my answer.

It occurred to me a test that may prove or disprove the reality of her control. “OK,” I said. “Roll back over on your back and relax,” I said as I began to remove my hand from her breast. But she held it there firm as she rolled back.

Then I said, “sleeping passionately,” the post-hypnotic phrase I had implanted before, to quickly get her back to her hypnotic state. Immediately I felt her hand loosen on mine sliding just a bit down. She inhaled and her breathing slowed noticeably. With my hand over her left breast over her heart, I could even swear I felt her heart rate slow down, but that may have just been in my head.

“Raise your hand,” I said. It went up as if it was all she could do to lift it without her arm moving. I had a real test that she couldn’t fake. I got up and went to the drawer in the living room. I found a straight pin that had been in the collar of a shirt I bought. Holding it by the plastic rounded head, I passed it through the flames of my stove briefly to sterilize it. Then taking it back to my bedroom I leaned in to Kathy’s ear and asked her how this felt rolling her nipple between my fingers.

“Feels wonderful,” was her breathy answer with a light sigh.

“Then you’re going to love how this feels when it touches your nipple,” I suggested preparing to stick a pin through it. Now I’m not good with needles myself when I have to have shots and always turn away. But sticking a needle through such a sensitive part of my sister’s body was going to be hard even for me.

Playing with it some more it swelled to her excited state. I then took the needle while I held the nipple and poked it lightly – not enough to penetrate. “Ummm,” she purred. I pressed it harder so it depressed the tissue and there was an even more enthusiastic “Ummm.”

I continued pressing until the tip was buried and she murmured, “Oh yeah keep going.” I was surprised how tough the thick skin of a woman’s mardin escort bayan nipple was but I stretched out the nipple and pushed as I watched in horror as it penetrated and came out the far side. A passionate, “ohhh yesss,” was all she said. Letting go I stood back to view my work. There was no longer any doubt that she was totally under a fully therapeutic hypnosis. I removed the pin to another “ummm,” and put it in the bedside drawer. I was shaking with exhilaration. There was one tiny droplet of blood there on the exit point of her nipple and I took a Kleenex and gently squeezed it. That was it, no sign of what I had done.

I let her rest another 15 minutes for the total of 30 partly to give her the usual 30 minute time and partly to let any remaining pain in the nipple subside for a bit longer. When the time was up I awoke her, but not before telling her she would not remember anything and that when I used that phrase, she would always feel great upon awakening, but never remember what happened during the time under.

This had become every boy’s fantasy being lived out. I not only had a sex slave that would do anything I asked, but it was my own big sister. The long time longing to see her body and the lifetime of her being the older, therefore the ‘boss’ was all just adding icing to the cake. She was mine to play with. Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely!

We dressed and eventually she left. But my fevered brain worked overtime with all sorts of ideas popping up – mostly very bad ones. Settling down some, I began to set some limits on myself. There would be nothing demeaning done to her. After all, in my own sordid way, I really did care for her. For the time I figured, what I had was a pinnacle. Any guy would die to get what I had. I’d just enjoy the present and what happened later was unimportant for now.

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Time went by so slowly when she was gone and I had a very hard time now buckling down to study. And it seemed when I managed to curtail my hormones and delve into the books, she would appear for a “visit”. But one thing did keep popping into my brain and I realized all I had to do was suggest it to Kathy.

So before getting into any form of sex this night, I said to her, “I suppose you came for your relaxation treatment.”

She grinned an embarrassed girlish grin and nodded yes.

I said, “OK, let’s go into the bedroom.”

In there, she didn’t wait for orders, but just made herself comfortable. “Sleeping passionately,” I said and her face became blank. When I was convinced she was under, I told her that when she awakens all relaxed and feeling good, she will of course be terribly horny as well. So horny she’d want to try something new. She’d want to ride me a bit to get me going good, but then she’d want to stop and get off and crawl down and suck me until I cum in her mouth.

I only gave her 20 minutes this time because I was horny myself. I woke her and she laid there for a second just smiling and looking up at me. I was waiting for her to reach out for me to kiss her, but instead, still staring into my eyes, she just began opening her slacks and unzipping them with that far away smile. As she hoisted her hips to slide them down, she said, “Well… Are you just going to stand there, or do I have to beg you to get undressed?”

I began stripping off my clothes and I asked her, “Kathy, you are on the pill right?”

“Sure silly,” she smirked. “You don’t want a son or daughter who’s a niece or nephew do you,” and she giggled at her own little joke. I didn’t answer because I was now naked, hard and ready.

I crawled up between her legs, but she signaled me to lay down there next to her. I did and with her grin she climbed over me straddling me. She leaned down and suddenly kissed me with her mouth open and her tongue probing. But she broke it off as quickly as she started it, leaning back until her rear was against my cock.

She reached back and lifted up, centering it then slowly pressed down. She was tighter than normal until it split her open and then her juices lubed the opening and I slowly entered her as she lowered herself with her eyes closed to get the full feeling of it entering her. Once she was fully seated she leaned in on my chest, looking right in my eyes and began lifting and falling back but slowly and gently.

After a bit I began to moan, because it was really feeling great. She continued a bit longer smiling as she heard me and saw the look on my face. But then she stopped. She stopped with her rear raised high and she continued then an let my cock fall out. I groaned and she said, “Hold on. I have an idea.”

She scooted back to my legs and leaned on her elbows with my glistening cock right before her. “I’ve never sucked a guy before Michael. I want to see what it feels like, OK?” she asked.

All I could say was, “Sure!”

First she licked it. “It tastes like me,” she said. “I like my own taste.” She licked it a couple more times escort mardin and she put the head in her mouth, looking right at me as she did. She sucked it and pulled it out like you would a lollipop, but each time taking in a bit more.

Now I was getting close after her humping it earlier. “Do you want me to tell you when I’m going to cum,” I asked.

“Yes, please,” she said.

Maybe a minute or so later I said, “I’m going to cum.”

She said “Go ahead,” and she put the head back in her warm mouth and worked her magic tongue just under the “V” of the head. I exploded and I saw her eyes grow big, but she kept sucking. She sucked it in and I could see her swallowing it as she did.

When I finally quit cumming she was still sucking and milking even the droplets left. I had to ask her so stop because I was becoming sensitive. She crawled back up and kissed me open mouth with cum still in her mouth. Then she immediately stopped and asked, “Do you like your own taste too?” and she giggled.

I just laughed because I didn’t think she was serious. But she asked again and I had to answer. “It’s OK I guess,” I said.

“I loved it. We need to do that again,” she said with a genuine sparkle in her eye. “It was so hot tasting us both!”

“So you like your own taste then,” I said.

Sheepishly she confided, “Yes, I’ve tasted it on my fingers.”

“Do other girls taste as good?” I asked.

“How would I know,” she barked back.

“Well, Denise and you are pretty close,” I snickered.

“Blushing deeply and no longer smiling quite as much she answered, “Not THAT close.”

“Sleeping passionately,” I said suddenly and she dropped down like dead weight on me. I rolled her off to the side and got up. “In the next few days you’re going to find you have a strange curiosity to find out what Denise tastes like. You won’t do anything about it, but the urge will get stronger as time goes on. Then when you really don’t know what to do about this urge, you’ll come to me. You’ll ask if there is some way I can hypnotize her into wanting it.”

“You of course won’t remember any of this when you awaken, but what you will remember is that we just made passionate love and you got so into it that you nearly passed out. When I pull out of you, you’ll awaken.”

With that I crawled between her legs and inserted my now semi-hard cock. Even though she’d just sucked me dry, all this had me recovering already. I began pumping her sleeping body beneath me. She was even more beautiful in this state. At first I had just intended to build back up to hard again, but her softness felt so good and the naughtiness of fucking my unconscious sister was too much. After about 5 minutes of true bliss, I felt it cumming on.

“You’ll remember this part,” I said as I unloaded into her. Then slowing down and finally stopping I waited, luxuriating in the feel of her thoroughly lubed pussy. Then I leaned down on my elbows with my body against hers and slowly I pulled back, and in so doing I felt her stir under me.

With a jolt she opened her eyes. “Oh my that was awesome, Michael! I think I nearly passed out with pleasure,” she said. Her face was red and flushed as if she actually had been close to passing out.

Grinning at her I said, “Well I guess I’ll just have to go easier on you next time.”

Sternly she said, “You better not!” We both laughed and I got up.

—-

The rest of the week went slower and slower waiting for the weekend and Kathy’s next visit. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through her mind concerning Denise.

Friday came and I got Kathy’s call while I was leaving my last class heading for my car. “You busy this afternoon?” she inquired.

“Nothing special, but I’m not home yet. Just heading out. Why? You never ask,” I replied.

“Oh, I just wanted to ask you about something,” she said, then continued evasively, “I’ll see you in a bit.”

She arrived shortly after I did. I let her in and as I was putting away my books I said, “What’s on your mind that was so mysterious in your call.”

She blushed and smiled embarrassed. I always love when my older sister is embarrassed in front of me. But she blurted out quickly, “Oh it isn’t anything mysterious like that.”

“Well what is it then,” I pushed, seeing that she as stalling to find the words.

She stood looking down thinking, fishing for the words. I think she had something planned out, but standing face to face, she was losing her nerve. Finally she said, again blushing and with a sheepish grin,”OK here’s the thing. Remember the other day when I tasted myself and you said, does it taste like my friend Denice?”

“Yeah…” I said slowly. There was a pause and I said, “So you have tasted her!”

“NOOOO!” she emphasized.

“Well, what then?” I asked, as if I didn’t know.

“Well, I just can’t get it out of my head…” she said hoping that would suffice. But then she added, “I’ve never had any… you know… bi experiences. So why is this stuck in my head?”

I sat down and she did too but she sat on the edge of her chair. “I suppose, if my psychology is right, that maybe somewhere in your head you’re wishing you could try it maybe once,” I said trying to be stoic about the way I put it, and acting a bit uneasy about discussing it.

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Hi, guys. Been a while, but I am back with this story that I have been working on for a while. Hope you like it. I really liked the idea, and I have been anxious to share this one. Before I start, I want to apologize for A Desperate Mind. I am proud of the story, but for those disappointed, I understand and I will probably abandon those characters indefinitely. Also, Alex and Emma Ch. 3 will follow this story, but no date is really set. It will certainly be on here by fall. Anyway, here is Youth & Experience. After finishing the story, leave your comments below. Would love feedback for this story.

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Before I start, let me get the obvious out of the way. One week ago, I fucked my 28-year old daughter. I feel no shame about doing so. We both enjoyed ourselves as we fucked each other, and so why would I regret I did? It is dumb, pointless, and, in this writer’s humble opinion, the act was actually beneficial for the two of us, so that’s that.

But before I get to what you all what to read, I need to explain to all of you just who and my daughter are and what lead us to our mutual fucking session.

My name is Jake Philip Smith. I am 46 years old, 6’4, weigh 165 pounds of solid muscle, have nice strong arms, have short brown hair, have brown eyes, and the proud owner of a 7-inch cock, which I happily pleased my wife with for over 20 years.

People who know me best would say I have a kind, warm personality. I have been called a serious minded individual who can still laugh at himself.

I can be short tempted and I have been known to be a little too sarcastic at times, but most people tend to find me pleasant and enjoyable company.

I construct houses for a living. I love my job, as it allows me to work with my hands, keeps me on my feet so I stay fit, and make a healthy sum of money so I can keep my family provided for and have some extra to spend on the side. This way, my wife and daughter could have the life that I didn’t have.

My ex-wife, Jan Elizabeth Jackson, was an history teacher at the high school where we had graduated 27 years earlier. My wife was, and still is, a stunner. Shoulder length honey blond hair, dazzling green eyes, gorgeous full pink lips perfect for a blowjob, 34 C breasts, a 31 inch waist, 34 inch hips and an ass that just was asking to be spanked over and over again, which I happily did much of in my wife and mine’s sex life.

Jan, when I was younger, was almost like my alter-ego, but over the years, she became too serious and “put together” for my taste. I am all for being organized and taking matters seriously, but honestly, before we divorced, I was at a point in our marriage when I couldn’t remember the last time my wife smiled at me. Our sex life was still as hot as ever, but I got the feeling my wife wasn’t as into it as she used to be, as if I was another man she was fucking instead of the man she married.

My wife and I only had only one child. Samantha Taylor Smith-Jackson. The pride of my life. For those who say you aren’t really a parent if you only have one child, those people clearly didn’t have my baby as their child. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I simply found my child to be irresistible. All it took for my baby girl when she was about to be trouble was a lip pout, those sad big green eyes looking right at you, and the words “I’m sorry, Daddy” in her adorable voice and I knew then for the next 18 years, my fate was sealed. This girl would have me wrapped me around her finger for the rest of her life, and she didn’t want it any other way. But damn, was my little darling a handful. Oh, she wasn’t like a bad kid in school or anything like that. She, like her parents, made straight A’s in high school, was a member of several high school organizations, and was beloved by most, if not all, of her fellow students and teachers.

No, my little girl was a handful because she simply was a very curious and take charge kind of an individual. When she saw something she wanted, she would usually just take it. Now, of course, that became less and less of a problem as she got older, but still, you don’t realize the amount of Barbies I would have to return to the store because she would try to hijack them out of there.

My daughter is the splitting image of her mother when she was 28. I swear, you could take a picture of my wife from the same age and put it up to a picture of my daughter and I swear, you would think it was the same person. But that is where comparisons ended, for while she may have looked like her mother, she was, without a shadow of a doubt, her father’s daughter.

My mouth was the biggest smartass I knew outside of myself. She had been like that even before she hit puberty. Maybe that was me rubbing off on her, I don’t know, but she put my mouth to shame.

As my daughter grew, she became as beautiful as her mother, and due to my wife and mine’s ever expanding divide, I began to notice my daughter more and more. Watching her from afar as she grew up, her wearing several tight clothes and such, I found myself reluctant to admit it, mersin escort but if I was younger, and not her father, of course, I would totally find myself hot for Sam.

My daughter, like me, married shortly after high school to a guy I actually thought had some class to him. His name was Stanley Jackson, and he was quite the catch for a girl like Samantha. He was the quarterback on the football team, was in the top percentile of his class, and just was deemed as one of the most likable young men in our suburb. They both married the year after graduating high school, and I assumed my daughter’s life was in good hands. He had a steady and well paying job in real estate, meaning my daughter would be well provided for.

Stanley Jackson. I hate that little fucking bastard.

For 8 years, my daughter gave him the world. Always having a nice, hot meal on the table when he got home. Always working her butt off cleaning up the house, Always making sure he was sexually satisfied(I only know that from what she told me. I don’t give a damn about my daughter’s sex life.). And yet, that wasn’t enough for him, I guess. No, I guess he just decided that my daughter wasn’t doing it for him anymore.

This is where my ex-wife comes in.

Yep, you probably know where this is going, but for shits and giggles, let me go on. It was Valentine’s Day, almost two months ago. I had gotten off early and to celebrate the occasion, I went to go buy my wife something for Valentine’s Day.

I drove to the local store and picked up some violets, her favorite flowers, and a box of white chocolate candies. I also grabbed some scented candles, trying to decide what aromas went well together. Cinnamon and hazelnut? Strawberries and Cherries? Oh, how I wish I knew what the hell I was doing. Eventually, I just picked up Cinnamon and Peaches(not the best combo, I know, but give me a fucking break)and proceeded to checkout.

After checking out my items, I walked to my car and proceeded to drive home. It seemed to take longer than usual. I hadn’t been this excited in a long time. In hindsight, I should had went to just go see my daughter instead.

I saw my house in the distance. I live in a nice, navy blue, two story house in the suburbs of Philly. We have decent-sized backyard, a nice, wide porch, with a white, wood porch swing, and a fully paved driveway which I paved myself.

I pulled into my driveway, grabbed my supplies, and walked to the door of my house. I opened the door and heard a very familiar sound. It was my wife, breathing heavily. I hadn’t heard her breathe that hard in a long time.

“Oh, fuck me. Fuck, that feels good.”

I hoped there wasn’t another voice up there with her. Every married individual dreads a moment like this. You just don’t ever think it could ever happen to you.

“Oh, yes. Ride my fucking cock, bitch. You feel so fucking good.”

I walked up to our bedroom, the dread I am feeling building in anticipation, and I am walking as slow as I can to not alert Jan to my presence. Finally, I reach the slightly ajar door and see a most infuriating sight.

There is Jan, my wife and love of my life, riding another man’s cock as if she hasn’t never ridden another cock in my life. That would be enough be to make any man angry, but the icing on the shit storm cake? The prick she was riding on belonged to an even bigger prick: my model of exceptional youth son-in-law!

I barged in, screaming “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?”

Jan just remained in place on his cock as Stanley sat up, mouth agape, the very model of the apparently shocked dumbass you usually see in these situations, and looked in my general direction.

“Hi, dad.”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING HI,DAD ME! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING FUCKING YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW?!?!”

“Relax, Jake. I can explain. You see, it’s like…”

“Oh, fuck it, Jake. Look, you had to realize we were dripping apart. I need more excitement in my life. I am 46 years old. My life is almost over. I need something new, exciting. You aren’t cutting it anymore.”

I couldn’t believe Jan was saying this to me. For over 20 years, we had been so happy, so fulfilled by the other, and now, it was like all that faded away, as if it never existed at all.

“You fucking…”

“What? Say it, Jake. What am I?”

I couldn’t say it. As much as I hated both of them in that moment, she was the mother of my child. I could never entirely hate her.

I looked over at my asshole son-in-law.

“And you? Why are you cheating on my daughter? She does everything for you.”

He just shrugged. “I don’t know. She just not exciting enough for me anymore.”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“She…well, sucks in the sack.”

“WHAT?!?!”

“Dude, chill.”

My wife finally got off his cock trying to hold me back. A pointless excise, as I was clearly stronger than her, but I allowed it. The last thing I needed right now was to be sued by this little prick. Sure I could pay it off, but it was the principle of the thing.

“Explain mersin escort bayan yourself.”

“She always fucks me like she is making love or some shit. Sometimes, I just a nice, solid fuck. Is that too much to ask?”

“When it concerns my daughter, yeah, it fucking is.”

“Dude, chill. Your daughter is a fox. She will move on.”

Did this guy just want to get punched in the face or was it just me?

I shrugged my shoulders to let my wife know to let me go and just looked at her.

“I want a divorce. And I believe Sam will want one, too.”

I turned to walk out. Before I left, I said some parting words.

“There is some items down here for you, Jan. Happy Valentines Day!”

I slammed the door behind me, and just walked down to my daughter’s place, five blocks down from me. As I walked down the path, five little words found their way into my head:

I fucking hate Valentine’s Day!

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Compared to my house, my daughter had a more humble home. It was a simple yellow one-story house that was only was really designed for two. It just had the essentials: driveway, porch, small backyard, etc. Amazing. After all I had done to give my daughter the life she never had, she still prefer a life of modesty.

I walked to her door and knocked, awaiting her presence at the door. There was no answer. I knew she was home, so I just opened the door and walked inside.

“Sam? Baby, it’s Daddy.”

I heard footsteps coming from her direction and then, she stood before me.

Even now, my baby girl is still a stunner. She was wearing a sky-blue tank top and some tight blue jeans. She wasn’t wearing socks and shoes, and the make-up from her eyes had run down due to her tears.

“Did Stanley call?”

She nodded.

“How much did he tell you?”

“I know every single incestuous detail.”

I sighed. “Come here, baby.”

She hurried over to me, the tears returning to her eyes as I held her in my arms.

“I just don’t understand, Daddy. Why is fucking Mom?”

“Because he is a jackass, baby.”

She shook her head. “No, tell me. He said you guys talked. What did he say about me?”

She looked at me, anxiously awaiting the answer. As when she was a child, I found I couldn’t avoid her or resist her methods, so I told her.

“He said he doesn’t think you are…fully satisfying…”

“…in bed.”

I nodded.

My daughter nodded, understandably pissed. “I fucking told him I prefer to make love. I am not a fucking type of girl. I mean, I like to fuck, but…”

“Uh, too much info.”

My daughter shot me a look. “This coming from the same man who used to keep me up till 3 AM saying ‘Is that how you like my cock, baby? Momma likes her cock, doesn’t she?’ “

“Point taken.”

“And I heard that when I was 10 years old. Imagine if I heard that at a more innocent age.”

I smiled. Even at her lowest point, my daughter still wouldn’t let this knock her down. She gets that from me.

I walked over to her and wrapped my arm around her. She moves close to me and wraps her arm around me. The scent of strawberry and cream shampoo engulfs her hair. It is intoxicating and always makes me forget why I am here.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I really am.”

“It’s okay.” She unwraps her arm from around me and faces me directly. “Should have paid attention to the signs. Honestly, I am more worried about you. I mean, you and mom were married for over twenty years. How are you not crying right now?”

I shrugged. “Who said I’m not. Just doing it on the inside.”

“Dad, don’t pull any of that macho shit on me. If you need to let it out, I wouldn’t think less of you.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks a lot, baby. But right now, I’m more angry than sad.”

She nodded. We sat there in silence, uncertain of what to do. We both just sigh to ourselves as loud as we can. Suddenly, I had an idea.

“Hey!”

“What?”

I turn to look at her. “How about you and I go to the beach house this weekend?”

“Huh?”

“Think about it. What better place to relieve stress than a place surrounded by water, beautiful views, and not many people in any direction? It would be just us. Father and daughter, together again. Nothing would stand in our way.”

She took a minute to think to herself. But I saw that twinkle in her eye when she heard a plan she liked, and I knew I had her.

“Sounds great, dad. How about we leave a little earlier, though. Like tomorrow?”

“Why so soon?”

“The sooner I can get away from here, the better.”

I saw her point.

“Okay, baby. I have a lot to prepare for, but it all will be taken care of. We will have to leave early in the morning. You think you can manage?”

“Dad, I’m 28, not 5.”

I chuckle. “Okay, I will take care of that right now. I will call you later and give you the details tonight.”

Sam hugged me and I wrapped my arms around tight.

“Why can’t all guys be like you?”

“Because I one of a kind, baby escort mersin doll.”

She laughed a adorable chuckle that confused me to its tone: either playful or flirtatious.

“Don’t I know it.”

I released her, smiled at her, and left the house, with the promise I would see her tomorrow.

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I made my way back to my car, taking one last glance as the house as I do, wondering if they are still up there, understand just how much pain they had caused Sam and me. I just shake my head and get in my car. After placing the keys in the ignition, and checking all my mirrors, I proceed to pull out and drive to the airport to get the tickets.

As I drive to my destination, my daughters’ last words play over and over in my head: “Don’t I know it.” What did she mean by that? At the time, I couldn’t decide if it was meant as just an innocent throwaway line or something more. I mean, my daughter has always had a naughty streak to her, but flirting with her old man. Was that something she was comfortable with, or was I just simply overthinking it?

This way of thinking plagued my thoughts all the way to the Philadelphia International Airport. I spent about a hour there as I proceed to get my tickets so my daughter and I can vacation at the old beach house.

Actually, it wasn’t really that old. I had bought it as a birthday gift for my wife’s 40th birthday. I had constructed it myself. It was a simple wooden one-story beach house down in the Florida Keys, with a beautiful view of the Atlantic Ocean in the front and no real other people in sight for miles. It was just the place for tranquility and getting away from it all.

I got the tickets. We were heading out on the 9:45 flight heading to Florida tomorrow morning, I called my daughter with the news.

“Do you need me to come get you or…”

“No. I will meet you there. I know how to get to the airport. I will see you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay. Well, I am heading home to go to bed. Probably need to burn the sheets.”

She chuckled at that.

“Night, Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you, too. See you tomorrow.”

“You too. And Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“When this weekend is over, you will have forgotten all about Mommy.”

Another giggle, then I heard a click. Seriously, what was my daughter’s game?

————-

I awoke the next morning at 5:30. I did my daily routine: showered, brushed, shaved, ate breakfast, etc. I thought about wanking off, as I was incredibly horny and wouldn’t get the chance to masturbate again for about eight hours, give or take. Plus, after my talk with my daughter last night, I was beginning to think about my daughter in less than appropriate ways. Seriously, she had only said two things to me, but I swear, she said them to me the way her mother used to flirt with me when we were in high school. As I said before, my daughter is a beautiful girl. She is the splitting image of her mother when Jan was 28, only Sam had better everything. Her breasts were a 36 C, a 28-inch waist, and 36 inch hips. Now, I never really oogled my daughter. Just happened to notice these things.

As I was heading out the door, I noticed a letter on the counter in my wife’s handwriting. Considering I had a few minutes to kill, I decided to read it.

Dear Jake,

I will not make any excuses or any regrets for my behavior with your son-in-law. I still love you, or at the very least, respect you. I will always love the time we had together, but I have to follow my heart and you must do the same. Take care of our daughter. Shouldn’t be too hard for you. She was closer to you anyways. Take care.

With deepest respect,

Jan.

I sensed resentment in the letter when I read that part about Sam. I just smirked to myself. Well, if you had taken a more active part in her life growing up, then you guys would probably have had a closer bond. It is not her fault that you became fake and superficial like Annette Bening in American Beauty. I did everything for Sam. I had been there for my daughter for every important moment of her life: her first time riding a bike, her first day of school, when she got her license. Heck, I even took her shopping for her dress for her first dance. It was incredibly awkward, as I was the only dad in the store that day, but I was there, and Jan wasn’t.

It had been Jan’s fault, no one else’s.

I crumbled the letter, threw it in the trash, and headed out the door. I walk over to the car, got inside, put the key in the ignition, and proceeded to drive to the airport.

On the drive up there, I began thinking of my daughter’s recent behavior again. She clearly had been flirting with me, but I understand why she wad doing it. She had been feeling vulnerable since that little prick broke her heart. It was entirely innocent, but still the development didn’t entirely disgust me. As I said before, I knew my daughter was hot and my attraction to her wasn’t entirely sexual. I loved her personality as well. I personally had never clicked with another woman as well as my daughter. But I couldn’t pursue any kind of relationship with my daughter, right? I mean, not only was any kind of relationship with her illegal, but it would be really awkward, considering how close to her I really am. No, any kind of relationship with her is completely out of the question.

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Note: All persons in this story are fictional and over the age of 18.

My mother that would be me. Six months later however, their joyful lives were shattered when my father was killed in a tragic accident. The big boom crane he was operating on a major construction job came crashing down on him as he tried to escape the rig he was operating, when the ground the crane was “stabilized” upon gave way.

Obviously stunned by the sudden loss of the love of her life, my mother was left with 6 month old son to raise on her own. My mother, Jennifer Johnson, then an absolute knockout at the age of 23, chose to deal with this calamity on her own. Having moved to California with her new husband from the east coast, where both she yeah, her new love, that would be me. Consequently mom didn’t really date other than the occasional fill in friend when a business event suggested it would be expected for her to have a companion accompany her. No, mom was totally focused on her little boy, which only intensified as he developed into a strapping young man with considerable sports abilities and success. The fact that I also applied myself academically not bad at all”! I just hoped mom would find me equally as attractive as I knew I would find her. So I went into the den to wait.

And then the unmistakable sound of her heels on the foyer outside the den … fuck! Are you kidding me? Damn, I thought. Why does this sensuous angel have to be my mother?

As she entered the den, let me paint the beautiful vision of the sexy lady that entered the room. Jen was dressed in a figure hugging full length gown of red satin. A slit ran from the floor to mid-thigh on either side and with each step forward a well toned stockinged leg peeked from beneath the confines of this elegant gown. My eyes drifted north and found the top of the dress lay barely covering her ample breasts, but with the plunging neck line it formed a deep cleavage. The top was hooked around the back of ther neck, providing the total exposure of her lovely tanned back.

I thought one or the other breasts would pop free for full view any second, with the sides of each mound clearly visible. Her hair in a pixie style highlighted by the golden hooped earrings dangling from each ear.

Her dripping kırklareli escort with class look was completed with a simple yet very impressive diamond pendant to easily bring one’s focus to the center of her ample bosom.

“Holy fuck”! I exclaimed without thinking.

“David! Your language”, mother admonished.

“I’m sorry mom. You are always beautiful, but my lord, you look absolutely amazing”!

“Well, thank you sweetie. You clean up pretty damn well yourself.”

“Mother … your language”!

We both doubled over laughing.

“We had better get going,” she said. “Are you nervous”?

“I wasn’t until I saw this vision before me; now realizing that I will have to fight off every male who sees you today and this evening. I can handle it though,” smiling at my enchanting escort.

We went to the car, with mom allowing me to drive her BMW. I opened the passenger door for her and as she daintily took her place, she flashed me the most beautiful expanse of thigh, making it quite clear she was sporting thigh high stockings hotter than hot actually!

Mom captured my hand between both of hers and said, “Oh honey, don’t be embarrassed. Obviously, you were just caught up in the moment. You wouldn’t actually try to grope this old lady’s leg would you”? With that, she gently placed my hand back on her exposed thigh.

“Old lady? Who are you talking about? I don’t see any old lady in this vehicle. As a matter of fact, I’ve never seen any old ladies in our house, ever. I have only seen one of the most beautiful women I have ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon in my life; that’s the lady I see … everyday”!

“Oh David honey, you are so sweet to your mom. Someday you will hook up with one of those young attractive women I always see lusting after you and your old mom will be nothing but an after thought.”

Taking my chances, I squeezed that lovely thigh and rubbed my hand back no matter how you are dressed mom, no woman is as beautiful as you are.” Now it was her turn to blush.

We arrived at the entrance to the hall where my presentation was scheduled with a half hour to spare. It seemed like a celebrity welcome as I pulled mom’s 750iL up to the valet. As I got around kırklareli escort bayan to the passenger side of the car, mom’s door was already opened by a young man, who was being given an eyeful of leg, while offering mom a hand of assistance with her exit from the car. As stunning as any Hollywood diva, the young man was obviously taken by mom’s appearance, if the tent he was now sporting was any indication. Mom quickly laced her arm through mine, rubbing her almost bare breast against my arm, we entered the hall.

The presentation started punctually at 2:00 PM and only took a little over an hour from start to finish. This allowed ample time to travel the 2 hours to mom’s conference and well before the 7:00 PM presentation of mom’s industry award, which was held at an elegant hotel. As part of her receiving her honors, her firm had reserved the penthouse suite for mom hell I was stunned to the core by her aggressive and seductive actions on the elevator. Further, I couldn’t believe she was so non-nonchalant about it to immediately seclude herself to freshen up in the bathroom. I think you call this being blown away!

20 minutes later the most breathtaking goddess emerged from the en suite. I knew from the lovely Venus that now appeared before me that I undoubtedly would have to fight off every male at the conference. There is no way this beautiful woman would not be hit on repeatedly this evening.

Very chipperly she said, “Ready”? “Close your gaping mouth sweetie. Haven’t you ever seen a professional woman, ready to accept the highest recognition offered by her industry”?

“Actually mom, no! Even though I have had some extremely attractive women on my arm, I am positive that none could hold a candle to the beautiful goddess before me.”

“Well I’m quite sure you are over-stating your case dear, but at least for tonight David, can I just be Jen and not mom”?

“And I’m quite sure you are mistaken mom … I mean Jen. And, I would agree with your assessment of the attractiveness of the women I have bedded … I mean, dated, but then we would both be wrong Jen.”

“Thank you very much David. You certainly know how to get my juices flowing don’t you? … I mean, well … thank you for the escort kırklareli compliment honey. Now, you should know your main job this evening will be to be the most amazing escort this lady has ever had the privilege of me being with; let’s knock their socks off sweetie.”

“I assure you Jen, that will not be a problem. What an awesome assignment. I could volunteer for this assignment with this sensuous, and I mean this sensuous woman on a very regular basis.”

Jen then enveloped herself into my arms melting into my embrace. Once again she stole a deep tongue kiss, while lifting her stocking clad leg between my thighs, apparently enjoying the thick, hard cock rubbing into her soft mid-section. Breaking our sensuous exchange Jen checked her watch absolutely”!

Again this lovely lady put her arm through mine polite yes, but not as intimate as he would have preferred.

Instead Jen introduced me, not as her son, but as the man she was so happy to allow Schlaegel to meet, her very significant other! I stepped forward and presented a firm all business handshake, certainly not revealing my youthful years with any display of awkwardness. Looking Schlaegel squarely in the eyes, I said, “I am so honored to make the acquaintance of a man of your stature. Jen has often acclaimed your abilities in leading this firm so professionally.” Jen about choked on this smooth line of bullshit, as her eyes flew open and then her lovely face transformed by her beautiful smile reflecting her pride in the mature image portrayed by me.

Following the obligatory introduction of Schlaegel’s Mrs., Jen grabbed hold of my arm excusing us in favor of a cocktail. “Where did you get that line of bullshit Mister? That clown has to be the most inept lecherous bastard to ever hold his position. But wow, did you ever impress me and him! Thank you sweetie. Just keep it up and I’m sure there will be the best reward you have ever received later tonight. I’m pretty sure you know how to keep it up,” she giggled at her double meaning remark.

Shortly after getting a cocktail, we were seated at the front of the massive room with the other honorees. Following a sumptuous dinner, during which I brazenly massaged Jen’s thighs under the cover of the table, the presentations to the industry leaders for the previous year began. Jen’s recognition was coming at the end of the ceremonies, so I bravely continued my daring groping, with Jen parting her strong thighs and allowing my digits to penetrate her moist lips. Jen trapped my hand with her gorgeous thighs when I brushed her on fire & engorged clit.

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It had been a few weeks since my mother and I had our sexual romp together, now dad has been back and I have not had a chance to seduce my mother into bed again. Now fate will put my mother back in my arms again, only this time it will be my father’s doing.

I was getting ready to watch wrestling on television, my father down in the basement setting up for his weekly poker game, my mother in her room watching television in bed. My dad comes up stairs and asks me if I would like to play seeing how they will be a guy short tonight. I jump at the chance to join my father and his buddies for a game of poker.

My dad introduces me to the guys at the table and we begin to play Texas hold’em, Omaha and stud. My dad and his friend’s did not realize I well versed in the game thanks to all of the free internet poker sites on the net. After a few hours of playing I have cleaned out two of my dad’s friends and now I was working on a third.

“Wow son you play almost as good as your old man.” My dad complimented as he watched me rake in another pot.

“Yeah you better watch out tonight dad.” I gloated.

Sure enough a few hours later it got down to just me and my dad, then either it was my dad trying to be the alpha male or I being the young buck trying to push his dominance. Our pot got out of hand, soon there were almost three thousand dollars in the center of the table. My dad had sweat pouring down his forehead as I just sat as calm as possible, staring him down.

“Well dad I called your bet, let’s see what you have?” I asked wanting to see his hole cards.

“Two pair, kings and sixes.” He said as confidently as he could.

He had a two king for hole cards, on the table there were five cards two sevens, an eight, a jack and a queen. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he gets to see my two hole cards, and cocky I flip them up. All the guys in the room moaned, groaned, when they saw what I had, a seven and a queen to give me a full house.

“Wow a nice hand son.” My dad said to watch me pull in the money from the pot.

“Thanks dad,” I replied. “I guess this means the game is over.”

All the guys left the basement leaving me and my father down there alone, he was very quiet and did not say anything. We picked up all the garbage and put everything away, then my father sat down on the stairs of the basement blocking my path upstairs.

“You know Chris, I got carried away tonight and lost my entire paycheck for the week.” My dad said sadly.

“Dads are you saying you want the money back?” I asked. “I did win it fair and square.”

“I son but it would really put me into a serious bind, not to mention how pissed off your mother would be at me.” He explained.

“Well dad I guess we could work something out.” I said.

“Work something out?” He asked a little confused.

“You remember a few weeks ago when you were out of town on your fishing trip and mom went with me and friends to the wrestling matches.” I explained.

“Yeah what a big surprise that was.” He laughed aloud.

“Well I really want to go to the next pay per view but there is no way mom will let me go alone and take her car, so if I give you half my winnings will you talk mom into going with me?” I asked him.

“Is that all manisa escort you want, I will ask her first thing in the morning, I’m sure she will agree?” He said reaching out his hand.

“When she says yes dad, then I will give you your money.” I said pushing by him to get upstairs.

The next morning when I got up my mom and dad were sitting in the kitchen talking, my mom gave me a dirty look when I came in. My dads however was all smiles when I walked in, it was like he could not wait for me to come in.

“Son, your mother said she will go with you to the next pay per view, I explained to her everything will be on you including gas, room, tickets and food.” My father explained.

“Great Mom, I will let Kerry know and the three of us will go.” I said with glee.

My mother seemed to be a little relieved when I said my best friend would be going too, we ate breakfast together and then I bolted for school. The week had passed quickly and sure enough we were loading up her minivan for our trip. It would take us two and a half hours to get there and I had our room reserved.

We said goodbyes to my dad and my siblings, then we started to drive down the road, my mother was shocked when I told her Kerry had canceled out on us again.

“Well I hope you know nothing will happen, no matter how hard you try Chris.” She explained.

“Mom’s I booked us separate rooms and everything.” I said lying. “I know you are faithful to dad.”

We drove in complete silence all the way to the city and we arrived at the motel, my mother waited by the door when I went over to the main desk. I explained to the clerk that I know me only booked one room, but I handed him a fifty to have him tell me out loud that our other room had been rented out already and we were going to be stuck with the one room.

“Sir’s I’m sorry but the other room got rented out, you will have to make due with just one room.” Said the clerk.

“Dammit!” I yelled. “Sorry mom we only have one room.”

“It figures.” She said too tired from the drive to argue.

I picked up her bag and carried our bags to our room, it was a nice sized room with one large queen-sized bed and couch on the other side of a divider. My mother got all of her things situated and then we went down to the motel’s restaurant for some dinner. We did not say much to each other and after dinner we went back to the room.

“Of course I get the bed and you better stay on this couch, understand?” She asked firmly.

“Yes mom.” Came my dejected reply.

Around three in the morning I awoke to take a whiz, when I came back out, I looked on the other side of the divider. My mother must have subconsciously wrapped the blankets to the bed around her really tight, I could not see any of her body tonight, dejected I went to bed.

The next morning we got up and got ready for breakfast, I just put on jeans and a tee shirt, I was surprised when my mother came out of the bathroom. She wore a tight v-neck sweater and a black leather skirt, her dark hose covering her shapely legs.

“Well let’s go gets some breakfast.” She said.

“Sure let’s go.” I said to open the door for her.

We went to the same restaurant we had dinner at last night for breakfast this manisa escort bayan morning, then after breakfast we did a little shopping. After shopping we went to the arena to get to our seat early and beat the crowd.

Four exciting hours later the pay per view was over and we went back to the motel, we were both hungry and we wanted something different. We noticed another restaurant near the motel, but they had a bar, food and dancing too.

I bought my mom a really nice dinner, she even had a few glasses of wine, then I asked her if she would like to dance. To my surprise she accepted the offer and I led her onto the floor, we danced a few fast numbers, then before she could get back to her seat I pulled her to me for a slow dance. I rubbed my hard cock against her, she kept trying to keep us a respectable distance, then the song was over I led her back to the table.

“Maybe we should go back to the room.” She suggested.

“No let’s stay a while longer, hey waitresses, could you bring me a soda and my lady would like seven-seven.” I shouted to the waitress.

I kept my mother at this establishment until around two in the morning, but she was a little on the drunk side. She was no longer hostile toward me over the arrangement I had planned as we made our way back to our room. Once inside she went into the bathroom first, this time when she came out she made no effort to hide what she was wearing to bed, it was a short red silk night shirt that rode high on her thighs. I could see the outline of her nipples as she went over to the bed, she forgot the mirror on the wall behind her. I could see she did not have any panties on tonight either, as she climbed into bed.

I pretended to watch television for about an hour, then I got up and got undressed, naked I walked quietly to the other side. My mother sound asleep from the drinks tonight, snoring lightly, I pulled the blankets off of her slowly. He smiled when he could see her legs were slightly spread and he could see her pussy. He reached down and ran a finger up the slit, he found it to be very wet already, probably from the alcohol.

I then reached down with my other hand and gently spread her legs apart, her pussy gaped open beckoning me to fuck her. I climbed on top of her between her legs, my cock slid into her wet pussy easily. I slowly start pumping my cock in and out of my mother, finally she moans softly a few times.

“I told you I would have you again.” I tell my mother aloud.

“What, oh god Chris gets off of me.” She says groggily trying to push me off.

“No way mom, I’m going to fuck you the rest of the night.” I tell her fucking her pussy harder now.

“Geez, this feels so good, but it’s so wrong for you to fuck mommy.”She said to make no effort to stop him.

“Oh gods you feel so good mom, so warm and wet.” Chris said.

“Fuck my pussy son, oh gods you making me cum, fuck me a hard son, fuck me so very hard, oh yes, yes fuck me hard, fuck your cock into me.” His mother pleaded.

“Ugh.” Chris moaned as he shot several blasts of cum into his mother.

“Oh fuck baby that was good, but I almost forgot how good you make momma cum.” She said falling back to sleep.

I laid in bed with his mother, then escort manisa fifteen minutes later his cock was hard and ready to fuck her again. I rolled my mother over and position my cock at the entrance to her sloppy pussy, fucking my cock in and out of her from behind. My mother woke up again groggily and had me pull her up until she was on all fours, I was now slamming my cock in and out of her doggie style.

I could see her large breasts swaying with each thrust inside the fabric of the night shirt, I reach down and start fingering her tight asshole. My mother just held herself up meeting my every thrust with a grunt, groan or moan.

“Oh baby, mommy is cumming, oh I’m cumming.” She moaned aloud.

I could not take it anymore and pull my cock out of her pussy and shoot my cum all over her ass. With that she plopped down on the bed and fell back asleep, I rolled over next to her and fell asleep as well. I awoke the next morning to find my mother playing with my cock, she had a smile on her face, her hair and make up messed up from the night before.

She then took my cock into her mouth and sucked it until it became hard in her mouth, then she climbed on top of it. She eased her pussy down on top of it and then she pulled off the night shirt, her large breasts now bouncing freely.

I reach up and squeeze her large firm melons, my mother starts to ride up and down on my cock at a slow and steady pace. Soon she starts to pick up the pace and she leans forward using her hands to prop herself, I reach down and grab her ass and fuck her for all I’m worth. My mother is screaming and moaning aloud as she cums again and again from the fucking I give her, soon enough I’m shooting more cum into her pussy and we both collapse.

The rest of the morning is quiet and uneventful believe it or not, we both shower, my mother instead of dressing sexy puts on a sweatshirt and an old pair of jeans. We drive home without saying anything, I’m behind the wheel and we are twenty minutes from home. My mother undoes her seatbelt and gets on her knees between the passenger and drivers seat.

“God Chris, as much as keep saying this has to end I find myself wanting your cock again.” She says unbuttoning. My jeans and pulling down the zipper.

She frees my cock from my jeans and gives me a long slow blow job, we were almost home for christs sake when I finally shot my load into her eager mouth. My mother wiped her lips and got back up into her seat.

“Chris’ I think I’m pregnant, I’m quite sure it was from the first time we were together.” My mom said as we pulled into the driveway.

“Oh shit.” I said.

“So seeing how the damage is done I will let you fuck me anytime you want, but only when your father and siblings are not home. I feel so young and alive after I have sex with young stud of a son, I want to keep that feeling going. I love you Chris.” My mom explained to me.

“I love you mom.” I said watching my father and kid brothers come out of the house.

Until I left for college my mother and I were together several more times, she gave birth to a baby boy. It looked a lot like me so it did not raise any suspicion from anyone, then when I left for college my mother got pregnant a second time by me.

I have since graduated and moved a few states away, every now again I call and talk to my son/brother or my daughter/sister. My parents are happy with their full house, my mother however told me my brother, the one belonging to my father was caught masturbating with her panties. But that is another story for another time.

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I waited in my night rail in Horace’s room as he and the boys attended the nightly business of locking in the pigs, oxen, horses, and chickens and making sure everything was put away. My mind kept returning to what I saw that afternoon.

I was still innocent, no matter that I was expected to whore myself to my mother’s husband and his sons. I doubted, even with the curling, pleasurable heat that swirled up my limbs at the thought of that blissful look on Horace’s face as he manipulated himself that I could achieve even a little bit of pleasure. I was a woman, yes, I was of age to marry, but it was sinful for a woman to like her wifely duties. If those duties weren’t done in the sanctity of marriage, that made the woman a whore. That’s what Ma had told me.

“Ma was a liar.” There! I said it out loud. She had run off with a traveling salesman and left me to do things with her man in her place. I didn’t doubt one whit that what Horace had told me wasn’t true. Ma had left, knowing that I would have to pay my way.

“She was that, gal.” Horace said from the doorway. He had made an effort to wash, I could tell from the damp at his collar and his shiny face. He had left the curtain open and I saw the boys behind him, both watching me avidly, even though my nightgown covered more than my day clothes did.

Ruben ran a hand down the length of his member over his trousers. I could feel my face heat as he mouthed, “Tomorrow.”

Josh just smirked. I suppose they all had it worked out, my whoring schedule. First I’d service Horace, then the eldest, Ruben, then Josh. My face heated at the thought of what they would be thinking as their father took my maidenhead that night. I wondered what they would think of me when they each took me the subsequent nights and beyond.

I didn’t have any illusions. Soiled doves weren’t valued. They were used and discarded.

Horace looked over his shoulder and barked, “Get to bed, both of you! Yer sister’s nervous enough.”

He closed the curtain to the room and I shuffled my feet, heart racing, poised to run. He sat on the bed and started fussing with his wooden shirt buttons. I backed against the rough, pine-plank wall, watching as he slid his suspenders down. His shirt lay open, exposing a sun-burnished patch of skin and a smattering of light hair. He leaned to take off his boots, grunting with the effort, and immediately the sound made me remember when the liquid shot out of him. I knew it was the stuff that made babies, the boys had told me when they caught me watching the pigs, but I didn’t know what it was called.

Once Horace was done, he stood and removed his shirt. He looked at me, hard a hungry. “Climb onto the bed girl. You can’t do your duty from over there.”

I skirted around him, aware that the lantern now threw my bare legs into relief under the single layer of muslin that made up my nightclothes. I climbed under the blanket and pulled it up to my chin. He ordered, “Take off that damned nightgown.”

I did, drawing the blanket up over my head so that he couldn’t see the flush staining my cheeks. When I heard him blow out the lamp, I peeked out. He was standing there outlined in moonlight, his member jutting from his body proudly. He sighed and then eased under the covers himself. “Yer ma said you was untouched. Is that true?”

He shifted so that he was leaning over me, not close enough to touch me, but I could feel the heat of his body.

“I-i… please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything…,” I babbled before he closed the gap between us. His lips met mine, silencing me. I waited for the violence he had shown me before when he kissed me, but this one was different than before, less overpowering and angry.

He seemed to taste me, running his tongue over my lips, taking his time. He pushed his tongue inward finally, and I gasped at the sensation as he opened my mouth to his. He lazily explored kütahya escort my teeth and tongue, and suddenly I found myself shyly savouring him too. He tasted of tooth powder, tobacco and cherries. As I tentatively explored this new closeness, he slid against me, his member hot and hard on my thigh. I felt him fumble with its shrouded mushroom head, pulling on it like he did just that afternoon, and a moan filled my throat, ripped from my mouth. He was going to put that in me, and I knew that, daughter of Eve that I was, I was going to like it more than I should show.

“You must be a virgin, else you’d not complain so prettily,” He said when he finally broke the kiss, leaving me restless and wanting something more. His hand moved to my hair, down my neck, and then to my breast which was almost aching with the undefined need that filled me. I bit back an oath as I felt my traitorous body needing his touch.

He slid the work-roughened pad of his thumb over my nipple and I hissed into the silence at the sensation. He kissed my neck, suckling on the flesh there at the base of it, his hips moving his manhood against me roughly. A trail of moisture trickled from that head to my own skin, leaving coolness as he moved away. He paused then slid lower in the bed, breaking contact with my neck, only to slide down to my breasts. His tongue replaced his hand, and I felt him draw my nipple up with his teeth, nipping lightly before he stopped completely. “You taste so good. I want to fuck you right now, but… I don’t want you to hate it, gal.”

“Please, Pa…” I tried to appeal to him, tried to stop the heady rush of sensation as his fingers drifted lower into my nether curls and found that secret spot that until then had only been touched by me. He parted my folds, now embarrassingly damp, and slid first one, then two fingers inside me. He stretched my flesh to aching want with the maddening sawing motion of his two, blunt fingers. He looked at me the entire time, his eyes heavy-lidded over those startlingly blue irises. My breath hitched as he licked his lips. I wondered, with his face so close… if he would…kiss me… there. The thought made wet heat drip from me where he had opened my secret place. I squirmed restively against his hand, wanting him to stop, but wanting more, nonetheless.

He slowly worked those two fingers in until he was buried knuckle deep. He whispered against my neck, “Fu—ck, gal! You’re tight.”

I closed my eyes, I told myself it was to hide my shame, as his movements caused me to widen my legs, made me want more of… something. He shifted lower, the ropes of the bed creaking under his weight as he moved between my legs. I clamped my legs together. “No! Please…”

“Gal, what’re you afraid of?” His fingers worked again as he pried my legs apart. He brought the calloused thumb of his other hand into play, pressing that little button of sodden flesh with the same rhythm as he plied with his other hand. “You’re giving me a gift that I won’t ever be able to repay.”

He bent, throwing the covers off me completely and before I realized what he meant to do, put his lips on that button, suckling it like a babe would a breast. I cried out at the sensation that ripped through me. I wanted more. When I pleaded with him again, it was a sobbing sound and even I didn’t know what I meant, “Please, Pa! Please!”

He plied his tongue, opening my slick lips with it, plunging into the depths, licking up to the top and back down. My legs shook as I spun higher, out of control, mouthing nonsense sounds as he brought me to the pinnacle I had only reached by myself before. I arched into his mouth, rode his crude tongue; I writhed against his face, wanting more, more, more!

Just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped, rising to his knees. I cried out at the loss of his heat on me. He gave me a secretive kütahya escort bayan smile as he grasped his member which glistened in the light of the moon. Would he treat me to the same thing he had done this afternoon? Would he jerk himself until that thick, ropy liquid shot out of him again? He said into the silence, “You taste just like that cherry pie you like to make. Sweet and tart.”

He kissed me again, smearing my face with my own sweet juices. I had never tasted myself after those times I touched. It was wrong, I had thought, but here he was, opening my mouth, making me taste my own juice after he had done the same to me. I couldn’t stop the moan that again tore from my throat.

He stroked himself and broke our heated kiss to say, “Give me yer hand, I want you to touch me.”

He didn’t wait for me to react to his command. He pulled my right hand up and fisted it over his member. It was silky and hard as he stroked my hand up and down on it. When we reached the tip, he would drag his thumb over the mushroom head or it, smearing the liquid on it each time. My own ragged breaths tore from me as loud at his. He finally said, “I’m going to fuck you now, gal. It’ll probably hurt at first, because you’re so damned tight.”

I tensed then, but he pulled me down in the bed, my legs now hooked over his thighs. He leaned over me and gave a soft hiss as my dampness met his hardness. He spread me with his fingers, a small smile on his face, and before I knew what he was getting at, he pushed his manhood into me.

It wasn’t much, and it really didn’t hurt. I merely felt full where he was. He backed out again, running that slick head up over my nubbin, pressing into it before sliding it back down and into me again. He went further this time and the fullness was worse, bordering on an ache. He slid back out, and as I looked at him, I could see that he was as heavy-lidded as he had been this afternoon right before he spurted. He pushed into me again, this time all the way and I felt a slight tearing along with the fullness. It ached where he had gone, but not in a bad way. I waited as he grimaced. “Your cunt is… so good… so tight…”

He began thrusting in earnest, each time filling me, spreading my legs wider as he pounded into me. The spiralling feeling that I had felt when he kissed me down there returned and when he bottomed out in me I felt a sharp pain that had a lot to do with pleasure. His movements became more frantic and my breasts jiggled in rhythm. I tried to cover myself, embarrassed by the motion, but he hissed, “Don’t you fucking dare! I wanna see what I’m doing to you. All of it.”

That command twisted in me, made me flush both hot and cold and soon all I could think of was the fullness of him in me, the feel of his thighs as they flexed, the steady pull of my flesh on him as he plowed me. His face spasmed almost like he was in pain, and he gave a hoarse groan. Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled out and spilled on my belly in hot arcs of liquid. He rested his forehead against mine, his breath coming in soft chuffs, his skin slick with sweat.

After a few minutes he moved off the bed and left the room, his bared skin catching the moonlight as he moved. The liquid was cooling on my skin even as the heat and need I felt in my guts twisted in me. I needed something that I couldn’t name, and I thought I knew how to get it. As wanton as it was, I slid my hand down to that bit of flesh he had licked, and touched myself, this time sliding a finger in what he had called my cunt. I was so intent on chasing that clasping, tightening pleasure that I didn’t realize he had returned until I felt him sink onto the bed.

I pulled my hands away like he had slapped them. “I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong, Pa. I won’t…”

I hadn’t really looked at his face until then. What I saw there, the avid escort kütahya hunger, the rampant lust, made me want to plunge my hands back down and fling myself over the edge of that pleasure. He finally said, “I brought you a rag so you can wash… the blood and spunk away, but I think I want to see you finish what you were doing first.”

I turned my face away, shocked. He wanted to see me do…that…to myself? When Ma had caught me one time, she had told me never to do it again. Why would….

“Touch yerself now, gal.” His tone was warning. I wondered what he would do if I didn’t. He’d spanked me once when we first came to live with them. He’d done it with a belt with me over his lap. When I had squirmed after the first swing, I remembered hearing him grunt. He’d had a strange look on his face too. Ma hadn’t been happy about him hitting me, but she’d let him. After he was through with the spanking, she’d taken him outside to the barn and raised holy heck with him. That’s what the boys had told me, anyway. They’d been awfully pleased about it too. He hadn’t touched me again, at least not until tonight.

Reluctantly I slid my hands back down. Sure he’d think I was a whore now, I tried to keep him out of my mind by closing my eyes. Soon, I felt him moving closer. He told me, “Go faster. Put two fingers in that tight little hole of yours.”

I did and was embarrassed to hear a sloppy sucking sound as I plunged my fingers in and out. I was near, so near, to completing what he started when I felt the bed begin shaking. I knew he was stroking himself too. I opened my eyes to slits to see him, he had that look of concentration and excitement so near to pain on his face. I almost stopped just so I could watch him shoot his juices again but my own explosion was nearing and I continued to fuck myself with my fingers, chasing the clasping sensation in that hole he had just filled with his cock moments before.

Before I could finish my work, he shoved my hands out of the way roughly. He replaced my fingers with his cock, which slid into me as slick as if I’d been buttered. I quaked under his onslaught as he bored me into the mattress with his sharp hips and brutal thrusts. After a moment, he slowed and seemed to get himself under control. He grabbed my hips with bruising force, moving me up and down until I couldn’t help but move on my own, loving the slick drag of his flesh inside mine. His cock felt thicker to my sensitized flesh, if that was possible, and the coil of tension spread in me until I thought I would go crazy. He pushed his hand between us and found my nubbin. He flicked it with his rough finger, and I cried out as I spun out of control. I felt my muscles clamping on him and just as quickly, he gave a hoarse shout. I could actually feel him spurt into me, against the walls of my womb, boiling out of me.

We lay there for a while, tangled in each other, wet from all we had done. Finally, he raised enough to let me out from under him. He fumbled on the bed until he shoved the wet piece of towelling into my hand. “Here’s that rag. Wash up now. I’ll want to taste you more after I get some rest.”

With those words, he rolled over and went to sleep.

Later that night he took me from behind, dragging my hips up in the air, parting me with his cock. He fucked me so hard my head hit the wall, and didn’t let up until he tore a screaming cry of completion from me. He took me again in the early morning before he rose, this time from the side, my leg over his hips. I barely woke as I felt his spasms put more fluid inside me. Before he got up in the gray, before dawn light, he cleaned me again with his tongue, causing me to give a hoarse shout as his morning beard dragged against my sore flesh. He rubbed it further up, rasping that nubbin with it until I screamed, bucking against his face, smearing him with my juices.

He kissed me quiet again, my taste filled with his juices, bitter and salt added to my musky tartness. It made me feel slightly ashamed that I liked the taste of what we had done together. After I lay sated and silent, he rose finally, saying, “You were a good girl last night. Get some sleep. I’ll get breakfast for the boys and me.”

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Jimmy was disappointed to find his fantasy woman from the previous trip to his grandparents wasn’t on the train this time, but amused himself by remembering his mother’s cries as all those cocks filled her slutty body. He’d been tormented in her presence since the revelation in Dan’s cellar and had tried to avoid her as much as possible; a trip to his gran’s would be just the thing to help him work his mind straight, he thought, and he was right – though not in the way he expected.

He arrived to see his gran hanging out the washing and waved hello before going into the house to put his bag in the guest room. He put his clothes into the wardrobe and hid his stash of porn mags under the bed, a vital supply as he hadn’t been able to ease his rampant libido for fear his mother might hear him – he couldn’t face any awkward questions from her at present. His friend, Paul, had gone on holiday for a week and Jimmy needed to get his rocks off before he exploded. Another good reason for this trip as it would enable him to jerk off in privacy. His cock pressed insistently against his jeans and he considered doing something about it, but was forestalled by the sound footsteps on the stairs.

“Hello, Jimmy, a nice surprise to see you,” his grandpa said from the open doorway.

Jimmy turned and smiled. “Thanks, gramp’s, sorry to come unannounced but I had to get away for the weekend. Hope you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, you’re always welcome, you know that. Have you seen your gran?”

“Yes, she’s hanging out the washing.”

“Well, I was about to do some work in the garden and wouldn’t say no to a bit of help.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Off out already?” asked his gran as they met her coming back inside the house.

“Jimmy’s going to help me in the garden.”

“He’s only just arrived and you’re putting him to work, already?”

“I don’t mind gran,” Jimmy said, kissing her cheek, “I’ve been studying hard and will be glad to give my eyes a rest.”

“How long is it ’til you go to University?” she asked, filling a kettle at the old-fashioned Belfast sink.

“About six weeks,” Jimmy replied absently, watching his granddad unlock the shed.

“We’ll miss you.”

“Oh, I’ll come visit when -” Jimmy said, his composure ruffled as he turned to see his gran’s large buttocks waving at him as she bent over to fetch cups from the cupboard. His cock flexed its muscle, reminding how long it had been since he’d satisfied its growing potency.

“When?” his gran prompted, placing three mugs on the clean, white Formica top.

“When, er, I have autumn break.” Jimmy said, mentally shaking himself, the wobbling image of her ample flesh jiggling wantonly through his oversexed mind. He forced himself not to stare at her buxom breasts and kept his eyes on her face; plain, but not unattractive with a lifetime’s experience etched in the wrinkles at the corners of her brown eyes and lips. Her light brown hair was salted with grey, cut neatly into tight curls that danced gaily as she busied herself making the tea.

“No girlfriend yet?” she asked, spooning sugar into two cups, leaving hers unsweetened. She was sweet enough already, she always said.

“No, not yet.” Jimmy smiled, taking two mugs in each hand.

“Time enough for my favourite grandson to make some lucky girl very happy.” she said, patting his cheek fondly.

Jimmy walked carefully down the garden path, ducking under a fragrant row of silk under-garments, blowing in the breeze like ship sails on the high seas and into the shed, putting a hot mug of thick, sweet tea by his grandpa on the table where he was rummaging through cluttered boxes.

“Tea, gramps.”

“Thanks, Jimmy. I could’ve sworn I had some six inch nails in a jar. The fence needs repairing at the top of the garden. I’ll have to pop into town and get more.”

“Won’t these do?” Jimmy asked, holding a box of rusty nails.”

“No, lad, they’ll not last the winter and there’s no but a dozen six incher’s in there. I’ll need to break open the piggy bank and buy some.”

Jimmy grinned at his grandpa’s dry wit. His grandparents were comfortably off in retirement and managed to go away two or three times a year on SAGA cruises. He sat down on an old box and sipped his tea, breathing reminiscently on a plume of aromatic smoke as his grandpa sat opposite in his old chair, puffing his pipe alight. He could hear his gran clattering pans in the kitchen and a pang of nostalgia gripped his heart; familiar sounds and smells of his childhood that he would leave behind all too soon.

They chatted about ‘manly things’, as his grandpa called it until their mugs sat cold and empty on the table. His grandpa left, promising to return within half an hour and Jimmy promised he’d try and fix some of the splintered wood while he was gone. Jimmy’s attention, however, was drawn to the billowing pair of pink knickers on the line as he stepped out of the shed and he mentally admonished his rising malatya escort libido, but obeyed its insistent call to ease the growing pressure in his balls. With a pensive glance towards the kitchen window where his gran’s attention was on the stove, he plucked them from the line and scuttled back to the shed, furtively clutching his prize. Without waiting to reconsider, Jimmy spread a sheet of newspaper across the table, unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, carefully wrapping the shaft in damp silk but leaving the head free to avoid staining the delicate fabric.

“God, yes,” he sighed in relief, stroking hard and fast to bring himself quickly to the boil.

Jimmy closed his eyes, summoning erotic images from the hormone-soaked recesses of his mind; Paul’s fat cock, hot and throbbing; Mrs. Shelby’s big tits and bushy pussy; Dan’s hairy arse; his mother’s tight, juicy cunt.Oh God, yes…almost there!Pre-cum greased his palm, splattering the paper under his dripping nob. He stood on tip-toe, buttocks clenched, balls tight, hand a-blur on his throbbing cock, seeking the release he desperately craved…then the door opened.

“Jimmy…Oh, Jimmy!”

Jimmy started in surprise and half turned to see his gran framed in the doorway, her mouth slack with shock. They faced each other for almost a minute, heavy breathing the only sound breaking the stunned silence.

“Gran I…” Jimmy began to say before she interrupted him.

“Are those mine?”

Jimmy looked down and realised he’d tried to cover his actions by putting her knickers over his erection, soaking them with pre-cum in the process. He nodded and hung his head in shame, carefully pulling them carefully off his throbbing cock. Her eyes narrowed as she saw his powerful tool jutting lewdly from his hairy crotch, considering the boy she knew was so obviously more grown up than she realised, and took the soiled garment from him.

“I’m sorry gran. Please don’t tell grandpa,” Jimmy pleaded, putting his best little-boy-lost expression on his red face.

His grandma appraised the sincerity in his voice and saw no reason to embarrass the boy further. At his age, men had more hormones than sense and she could always wash her knickers again.

“I came to get the mugs and tell you I’m making your favourite for dinner. Make yourself decent and we’ll say no more of this,” she said, smiling to reassure him, “and don’t forget to wash your hands before you come to the table.”

“Yes, gran,” Jimmy said, smiling back in relief.

His erection, however, was decidedly unrelieved and went back into his jeans under severe protest. After regaining a semblance of control, he walked stiffly into the bright sunlight to get on with the job, leaving his grandma to remove the impulsive emissions from her knickers. A large stain covered the crotch surrounded by smaller spots, circling the stain like satellites around a planet. The musty aroma stirred a long dormant emotion within her and she looked through the window to where Jimmy bent over the broken shards of fence on the immaculately tailored lawn.

“Oh, Jimmy, whatever were you thinking,” she murmered, rubbing the viscous stain between forefinger and thumb. She turned off the tap and put her knickers in to soak, sucking her finger clean in a natural response to clean it as she did when making cakes for the church bazaar.

“Hello Moll, I’m back.” Her husband’s voice startled her and she blushed furiously, plunging her hands into the warm, soapy water to hide the incriminating evidence.

“Hello luv. Get what you wanted?”

“Yes. What’s that, I thought you’d done a wash?”

“They…they fell on the path. Need a scrub.” She improvised, rubbing furiously enough to splash suds onto the front of her apron.

Molly watched her husband walk up the path and breathed a sigh of relief, finished scrubbing her knickers and hung them back on the line. She stood and watched them working on the fence for a while then went back in to prepare lunch, a simple egg salad, and called them in to eat.

Jimmy could hardly look his gran in the eye and kept his attention on the meal, glad to be out of there and back at work an hour later. He desperately needed to ease the throbbing demand in his jeans but could find no opportunity to do anything about it, for the fence repair took all afternoon. His grandpa was pleased to get the job done in time for tea, though, and they went back, tired and hungry.

The privacy of the bathroom offered another chance to ease his frustration, but as he worked soap into his cock under the shower, his grandpa called to say the meal was ready. With no time to enjoy a leisurely wank, he rinsed off, dressed quickly and went down to eat, flushed and tense.

Molly saw that her grandson was ill at ease and wondered if he was still embarrassed about being caught earlier. She saw he was keeping his eyes firmly on his food, shovelling chicken and potatoes escort malatya into his mouth as though wanting to be away from the table – and her scrutiny – as fast as possible. She thought the modern generation was much more at ease about sex, much more so than hers had been. Sex, to her, was something done in privacy – between a man and his wife, preferably. Her husband, bless him, was the only man she’d ever taken in her bed: always with the light off and only in two positions; on top, or from behind. Oral sex, to him, was a way of talking about it, not doing it – and he’d done precious little of either for longer than she cared to remember. She resolved to amend that tonight when they went to bed – if he had any energy after coming back from the pub. He left as soon as he’d finished helping her with the washing-up, taking Jimmy along for a few beers. That suited her fine; she’d have the house to herself and time to take a long soak in the bath. Before doing that, she turned down the sheets on her bed then went into Jimmy’s room to do the same.

“Oh, dash it.” Molly muttered in exasperation as her necklace fell on the floor. She looked sadly at the broken chain and got down to pick it up, spotting Jimmy’s magazines lying under the bed. Curiosity got the better of her common sense and she picked them up, flicking through the titles with growing interest when she saw that one featured large, mature women.

“Oh Jimmy, you’re full of surprises,” she murmered, turning page after page of buxom women posing, stripping and masturbating without a hint of self-consciousness, using their fingers and a variety of toys that made Molly blush to the roots of her hair. She’d never owned a dildo – her husband would’ve been most upset to think she needed anything other than him – but occasionally satisfied herself with a well placed finger or two. This, she felt, was going to be one of those occasions. Molly lifted her skirt waist high, sat on the edge of the bed and slowly rubbed her crotch through her damp knickers, taking her time looking through a series of pictures showing a large brunette enjoying a well hung young man’s intimate attention.

‘Lucky girl’, Molly thought, regarding the woman’s moist, red lips sucking on his thick shaft. She tried to turn the page, found them stuck together and peeled them apart carefully to find that Jimmy had obviously enjoyed this picture very much. A large stain had smeared across the woman’s ample buttocks, her body spread over two pages with the hung stud kneeling behind her, his impressive erection poised to strike. She couldn’t help but think of Jimmy looking at this picture, dick in hand, as he had been in the shed, and felt her pussy flood with heat. Molly moaned and pulled her crotch to one side, turning the page to see the stud had plugged the woman’s hairy pussy with every inch, the next page showed them in close-up, his big balls resting on the crack of her bum and his cock pulled back to expose her swollen pussy in the next. Molly breathlessly turned the page and thrust another finger inside her pussy, looking at the brunette’s large breasts wrapped tight around his slick prick before he came all over them at the end, his thick, white cum making her breasts look like freshly creamed cakes.

“Oh my,” she whispered, licking her lips and unbuttoning her blouse, softly stroking her nipple through her bra.

The rest of the photos returned to the theme of female display and masturbation, which held little excitement to her. She’d never been sexually interested in women and cursorily glanced at them before returning to the center-spread, unbuttoning her blouse fully to play with her nipples, imagining the hot young stud sucking them while she fingered her wet pussy, getting it ready for him to push his big dick deep inside her from behind. Molly got on her hands and knees on the bed, the magazine inches from her face as she lifted her big bum for him, rubbing her clit fast and hard, wishing she could feel him pounding her pussy, knowing he would go on and on until she came – unlike her husband who usually squirted his sperm before she’d really got going.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Molly hissed through clenched teeth as her orgasm took hold of her body and mind.

The image of Jimmy spurting over (her bum) the page rose shockingly in her mind and sent her body over the edge with a sharp cry of guilty pleasure; her mind’s eye replaying the image of him in the shed, his hand vigorously stroking himself off, powerful spurts of hot sperm that covered her as much as the brunette. Molly collapsed on the bed, her body quivering from head to toe as she pushed a third finger up her wet pussy and used the palm of her hand to rub her tender clit; wanting – needing – more than she could give herself.

“Well,” she sighed as the tremors subsided, “youare a wicked lady!”

Molly giggled girlishly and rolled over, spreading her legs to run her fingers through her hairy pussy, malatya escort bayan spreading the lips like one of the models in Jimmy’s magazine.

“I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. deMille,” she chortled, laughing out loud to think anybody but her husband could be remotely interested in herthat way, anymore.

She sat up, looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. “Bath-time, madam,” she said.

After tidying Jimmy’s bed and replacing the magazines back where she found them, Molly relaxed in the bath, the warm water soothing her as much as the fresh, clean feeling of a good orgasm.

‘Hurry back, darling,’ she thought, rubbing her clit gently,’I need your love tonight.’

“Oh, Moll, I can’t, I’m too tired.”

Molly sighed and released the limp piece of meat between her husband’s thighs. “You’re always too tired -or too drunk, she thought – “Mike, what’s wrong? Don’t you love me any more?”

“Of course I do, Moll,” he said, rolling over to hug her warm curves, “but it’s not like I’m a teenager anymore.”

He gave her a warm kiss, rolled over again and was soon asleep, snoring softly, oblivious to his wife’s deeper need for more than just a loving hug and a kiss. Molly resigned herself to another sexless night, closed her eyes and tried to sleep. It was no use. She opened her eyes, flushed and breathless after – she checked her bedside clock – only twenty minutes. Carefully, she rolled out of bed, put on her dressing-gown and padded quietly to the door, intending to ease her frustration in the bathroom rather than disturb her sleeping spouse. The hallway was dark, but she needed no light to find her way, although a thin beam showed under Jimmy’s bedroom door. Once again, curiosity overcame her common sense and she carefully padded down the hall, wondering what he was up to at this time of night. Soft snores drifted faintly to her ear pressed up against the thin wood and she smiled fondly; he was sleeping.

‘I’ll just turn off his light and let him rest properly,’ Molly told herself, opening the door quietly. She peered round and saw he was indeed asleep – but one part of him most definitely wasn’t. The head of Jimmy’s semi-erect cock twitched slightly as though sensing her presence, stretching itself along his firm thigh, not fully awake as yet, but certainly not as sleepy as its recumbent master. Molly crept carefully around the bed without taking her eyes from the thick muscle twitching between Jimmy’s legs, one under the sheet, and the other spread across the bed, exposing his full balls amidst the thick hair around his crotch.

‘I should cover him up, really, or he’ll get cold’, she thought, reaching over to pull the sheet across him but inadvertently brushing his cock as she did so. Molly caught her breath as it stirred upright to see what was happening, the skin peeling back from the shiny nob which throbbed palpably under her hand.

She pulled it away;’fantasising about it was one thing, but actually touching it was quite another,’ common sense dryly informed her- ‘but nobody need know,’curiosity mused -‘besides, I’m only going to make him more comfortable’, she thought, ‘and, after all, it won’t bite!’

Molly stifled a giggle and tenderly wrapped her palm around the stiffening shaft, feeling the strength course through the network of veins along it, pumping blood into the hot length until it jutted proudly erect from her hand’s warm embrace. She regarded it critically, comparing how her husband’s felt to the one before her. This was actually the first one she’d seen in a state of arousal, as her husband always waited until the light was off before making love to her – and no wonder – this felt twice as thick, longer by about three or four inches and endowed with a much larger pair of balls which swelled potently underneath. She caressed it with her fingertips, tracing the thick vein which twisted around the shaft, before encircling the meaty nob with index finger and thumb, squeezing it carefully. The slit opened and closed, as though winking complicitly with her secret play, and oozed pre-cum in a clear stream that coated her hand, spilled down the shaft and trickled over Jimmy’s balls to disappear into the hairy crease between his cheeks.

Molly took a deep breath and licked her lips, wondering how it would taste if she just touched the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue. An insistent pulse beat in her clit, parting the lips of her pussy. A warm trickle of juice slid down her inner thigh and she rubbed them together briskly, unable to contain her excitement at the illicit sensation of (incest) feeling another man for the first time in her life. She looked at Jimmy’s face to see any sign of him waking, then back at his cock, torn between obeying her common sense and letting him slumber on or satisfying her curiosity by leaning over to (suck him off) taste him. Jimmy’s breathing grew faster but still he slept. She risked moving her head a little closer, tickling his flesh with warm breath, stroking his shaft rhythmically up and down, squeezing his heavy balls hard enough to bring a fresh flow of pre-cum sliding between her fingers. The musky smell of his sex aroused her too much for common sense to prevail any longer; her tongue snaked out to lap around the hard, shiny nob.

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I would like anyone who reads the following stories to share their opinions on the events that I write about. They are something that confused me at the time and it still confuses me to this day and it happened nearly fifteen years ago.

In the Winter of 2003 I had just started working at the second job I’ve ever had. I had been out of work for over a year before this so I had to get used to getting up early again. I worked the 8:00 A.M. to 3:30 P.M. shift at a nearby factory and had only been there about a week so I still had to get used to waking up early. My one Sister Cheryl would often wake me up while she herself was getting ready for work and on one particular morning something kind of crazy happened.

I was asleep on my futon bed which was folded up into couch mode when Cheryl came into my room to wake me up. She called my name and nudged my shoulder and told me to get up for work. I groaned at her and basically ignored her and stayed asleep. Cheryl nudged my shoulder again and told me to get up for work but yet again I just groaned at her and stayed asleep.

I heard Cheryl tell me that she was going to get kırşehir escort in the shower and I heard her tell me that I’d better be up and ready by the time she got out. I didn’t care what she said I was tired and I wanted to stay in bed.

Some time went by, maybe twenty minutes or a half hour when Cheryl came back into my room to wake me up again. She did the same things that she did before. She nudged my shoulder and called my name but I still ignored her.

Just then I heard Cheryl say my name and tell me to, “Wake up and look.”

I opened my eyes to see what she wanted me to look at and as soon as my eyes focused I could see that Cheryl was standing no more than a foot away from my face and she is holding the bottom of her towel open showing me her Pussy. It wasn’t as though she just flashed it at me she actually stood there holding the towel open for a good fifteen or twenty full seconds. It was long enough that I could tell that my Sister had a thick but nicely managed bush covering her Pussy. She never said a word the entire time and I don’t remember saying anything to her either. kırşehir escort bayan I sat up on my futon and as soon as I moved Cheryl quickly closed up her towel and left my room.

I got up took a shower and got ready for work and Cheryl gave me a ride into work that day as she’d normally do. We talked during the ride just like people would during their morning drive to work but nothing was even said about what had happened earlier in the morning.

Whenever I go to visit Cheryl and we’re alone I’m always tempted to bring the topic up and ask her why she did it but I’m afraid that she would either deny doing it or, since it was so long ago, might have forgotten about it all together.

At that time, Cheryl was thirty three and not a bad looking woman at all. She kind of looked like the Actress Joyce DeWitt from the 1970’s show Three’s Company.

I kind of hate to admit it but I’ve often thought about that morning both in a non-sexual and sexual way.

There was another time when my Sister Cheryl did something that confused me. By this time Cheryl had moved out and was escort kırşehir living with a friend of hers. I was at home alone laying on my couch in the living room about five minutes from being asleep when I suddenly felt someone jokingly sitting on me. I opened my eyes and saw my Sister Cheryl sitting on my “Legs” and her friend was sitting in the recliner to my right.

Once I was conscious enough I could feel that Cheryl was not sitting on my legs as I thought but in fact she was actually sitting on my cock. What made it worse was the fact that Cheryl and I were both wearing thin clothes and I could feel her Pussy on my cock.

She wasn’t doing anything dirty like squirming around or anything but she was actually getting me hard. I could swear that she felt me getting hard too but she never said anything about it. What I heard her say next really got me excited.

I swear she asked her friend if she wanted to go up to the third floor. There was nothing in the third floor attic except for a computer and two beds for any guests that were staying over.

I honestly think that my own Sister was trying to seduce me. I really wanted to fuck Cheryl’s friend though but I was let down when I heard her friend say “No” after Cheryl asked her if she wanted to go to the third floor.

I’ll admit that I’ve often fantasized about a threesome with my Sister Cheryl and her friend but only because I wanted to fuck her friend so bad.

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My daughter Lucy had always been a good student – not an excellent student, but a good one. Usually B’s, the occasional A. She graduated from high school with a 3.0. Now she was 19, in her sophomore year of college, and her grades were slipping. Low C’s, and even the odd D. Her mother and I had several sit-down talks with her to no avail. We suspect too much partying and not enough studying – she certainly doesn’t seem to be home much, and since we lifted her curfew she has been coming home at all hours. We are getting frustrated and angry – we aren’t paying out the nose for her to fritter away her education. I want to get to the bottom of this…I may have an opportunity to do a little investigation.

It’s Friday night, and predictably Lucy is “meeting a friend at the library to study.” At this point I can’t believe she expects us to believe this brazen lie. We give her our normal suspicious goodbye, and I tell my wife my plan. “I’m going to follow her to whatever party she is going to, and when I find her I’m going to yank her out of there and give her an ultimatum – she either shapes up or she ships out.”

“Brad, do you think that’s a good idea?” my wife asks. “Maybe we shouldn’t embarrass her in front of her friends…”

“I think she needs a little embarrassment…she’s embarrassing herself with her abysmal grades!” My wife shrugs, and I quickly leave the house. I can see Lucy a block or two away, turning right on an intersecting street. We live about a twenty minute walk from the university, and it is Lucy’s habit to walk instead of drive. Soon enough we are on fraternity row, and for a second I’m puzzled by the number of giggling students wearing glitter-coated masks until I remember that it’s Mardi Gras. In Philadelphia, I muse…Any chance to throw a party.

I see Lucy disappear into one of the many houses blaring music, with the porch crowded with raucous, laughing students clutching the ubiquitous red Solo cups that are the hallmark of keggers everywhere. I suddenly realize that they aren’t going to let a 50-year old man walk into this party – I’m sure they will think I’m the police or other type of kill-joy. I do some fast thinking.

“Hey!” I say to a passing boy in a shiny black mask with an exaggerated smile that covers his entire face. “I’ll give you twenty dollars for your mask,” I offer. The boy laughs at my perceived stupidity and readily makes the transaction. I put it on and realize that I should probably lose my button-down as well. I take it off and toss it over the wrought-iron fence that borders the frat house. The rest of my outfit is acceptable – white undershirt, jeans, and old white sneakers. I’m fortunate enough to have a full head of brown hair which is only slightly receding at the temples, so that is another thing I don’t have to worry about.

I walk into the house with no difficulty. In fact, no one seems to notice me. It’s strange, being the oldest guy in the house. I feel like a spy, yet I also feel a strange sense of liberation at being undercover. It makes me feel young again and reminds me of parties I attended in my own college days. “Like father, like daughter,” I think grimly.

I start going from room to room, looking for Lucy among the crowds. I’m at a disadvantage since everyone is wearing masks, but she’s my daughter and I figure that I would recognize her anywhere. She isn’t on the ground floor, so I climb the stairs and find her in the first room that I enter. I can tell it’s her by her braided auburn hair that falls over one shoulder. She is wearing a flimsy t-shirt that exposes two inches of her belly and a short ruffled skirt. She has on black knee-high panty hose and high heels, which accentuate her legs. She has her mother’s legs – long and shapely.

I am scoping out an out-of-the-way place where I can stand unnoticed when I am bumped roughly from behind. A young man pushes past me with many strings of beads hanging from his forearm. “Who wants beads?” he shouts. Some of the girls yell and laugh and clap saying “I do!”

“You know what you have to do!” the boy smiles. Now it’s the boys turn to hoot and whistle and egg the girls on. One bold girl steps forward toward the boy with the beads and lifts her shirt and bra alanya escort up with one motion, baring her large and slightly sagging breasts. As the boys cheer, the girl pulls her shirt down and ducks her head to allow the boy to drape a string of the plastic beads around her neck. Soon there are tits everywhere – young, beautiful tits that haven’t seen breast feeding or the pull of gravity. It is hard to keep my attention focused on my daughter until I see with a jolt that she is going to earn herself a string of beads. I can’t believe she is doing this – we certainly didn’t raise her to act like this. She lifts up her shirt – she isn’t even wearing a bra! Her breasts are wonderful – each one looking like slightly more than a handful, and perky to boot. I’m dismayed – my cock is beginning to twitch behind my fly, and I tell myself it’s because of all the other breasts I have seen in the last ten minutes, But inside I know that it’s the sight of my daughter’s naked breasts that has caused this physiological reaction. The sickness and allure of forbidden fruit.

Some of the boys around her have begun to chant “Take it off!” They want her to take her tshirt off and leave it off, I guess. I move closer to her until I am only separated from her by one leering boy. Lucy, grinning from ear to ear, peels her shirt off and tosses it to the ground behind her. Now there are whoops and laughter. I watch as my daughter stands there naked to the waist, laughing shyly, the beads she has earned rolling back and forth over her nipples as she moves.

Just as I am admiring Lucy’s lithe shape and flat belly, the boy right next to me reaches over and tweaks one of her nipples lightly, playfully. Lucy giggles and pulls away, ducking slightly and hunching her shoulders which only pushes her tits together and male them look more inviting. Perhaps emboldened by the anonymity of his mask the boy steps behind her and pushes his hands under her arms and cups both breasts. Now Lucy straightens up and sticks her tits out, letting him have free reign as both boys and girls encourage the show with whistles and laughter. Another boy steps up and put a hand on one of Lucy’s tits, squeezing it somewhat roughly, possessively. That move brings out a side of me I never knew I had: the desire to be the dominant male, to win the mate – and the mate is my own daughter.

I step forward, facing her directly, and push the boys’ hands away. I reach up and my palms cradle the sides of her breasts, pushing them slightly together while I gently rub my thumbs in circles around Lucy’s hardening nipples. I duck my head down, push the mask up ever so slightly, and take one of her nipples in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, bringing it to its firmest state. With this move I seem to have crossed some invisible line – not only with the crowd, who instinctively understand that she is mine now and they are mere spectators, eager for a show. But I am crossing another, much more forbidden line: sexual conduct with my daughter. And I like it. My cock is throbbing now, but I ignore its urgency for the time being. I quickly pull the mask back down and stand back up.

Lucy reaches down and grips my crotch with a firm hand that squeezes what it can through my jeans and begins to rub rhythmically. It has been forever since I felt this kind of overpowering desire. I remove my hands from Lucy’s tits and put them on her shoulders, gently pressing down on them. The small crowd around us begins to chant “Do it! Do it!” again. Tossing her braid back behind her back, Lucy gets down on her knees in front of me. I can’t get my cock out fast enough. Here I stand, my cock hard and pointing right at Lucy’s face.

Lucy leans forward, and my daughter takes my cock into her mouth.

I watch it disappear centimeter by centimeter past her pouty lips, sliding over her slightly undulating tongue until it nudges the back of her throat. She stifles a slight gag and then draws her head back slowly, sucking gently, and I watch my cock slowly slide out of her mouth, slick with her saliva, hard as a rock. The head of my cock is already throbbing, and she slides forward again. She works my dick with experienced suckling, alanya escort bayan trying to take all inches into her throat and damn near succeeding. In my peripheral vision I see another young girl getting fondled by an eager boy, his hands moving sensually beneath her tshirt. The sight heightens my pleasure. I’m getting too excited…I need to slow things down.

I bend over and my cock slips regretfully away from my daughter’s eager mouth. I help her to her feet and take her to a nearby couch. A couple seated there moves apart as they see that I am pushing Lucy down onto the couch. I drop to my knees and pull her knees apart, almost roughly with desire. Her short skirt slides up her thighs and there is her pussy, clad in a purple thong. The thong’s string emerges from between the smooth cheeks of her ass and hugs her pussy. Without a pause I hook my forearms beneath Lucy’s thighs and yank her to the edge of the couch and jerk her panties down. The boys cheer and the girls giggle.

My daughter’s pussy has been waxed smooth. Her lips are as plump and inviting as the ones on her face, and I get a slight thrill to see that it is very similar to her mother’s…well, her mother’s about 30 years ago. I run my hands up the inside of her thighs, spreading them wider, and one of my thumbs strokes her from the petite slit that is the opening to her vagina up to her clit. She is already wet. I rub her clit in slow circles, and it hardens, emerging from its hood. I want to taste her. I lean down and pull my mask up, keeping my face down so that she won’t see her father’s face between her parted thighs. I smell her – a warm biscuit smell. I drag my tongue from her pink hole up to her stiff little clit, where I linger, flicking it with my tongue, feeling Lucy squirm slightly. I feel her being jostled and give a sideways glance. The couple who had been on the couch are holding Lucy’s legs, stretching them wide open, laughing at the outrageous spectacle. She tastes clean, like tears – a mix of salty and sweet. I tongue fuck her cunt briefly before returning my attention to her clit. Her hips are moving rhythmically now, thrusting her pussy against my mouth, eager and needy.

I don’t want her to orgasm yet. I want her to cum on my cock. I raise back up, smoothly pulling my mask back down, and reach down to aim my pulsing cock toward her inviting cunt. “Split that pussy!” someone shouts. “Fuck that slut!” another person urges.

“Wait -” Lucy says quickly, just before the tip of my cock reaches its goal. “Condom,” she says. “I’m not on birth control.” Good girl, I think. At least my daughter has SOME sense. Obviously I don’t carry rubbers around with me, but I am quickly tossed one by a random spectator. I slide it over my cock and then move in again.

The tip of my cock splits the pink entrance of Lucy’s cunt, and I slowly push the fat head of my cock inside her. It’s so hard it almost hurts. The whole head slips in her with a sort of pop, and my daughter gasps. She is oh so tight, and as I push my length inside her the walls of her cunt grip me like a velvet glove. I push in her up to the hilt and I see her wince in pain as my cock pushes against her cervix. Someone whistles. I begin fucking her with long, firm strokes, going at a moderate pace. I lean slightly back and aim my cock toward the top wall of her vagina – a spot that makes my wife cum every time.

I’m surprised at how fast Lucy climaxes. She must have been even more turned on than I am. Suddenly she is gasping loudly, grunting with each stroke, vibrating beneath me, the tendons on the insides of her thighs taut. Her pussy becomes impossibly tight, and then she releases a short spray of fluid out onto my cock. She spasms, her eyes squeeze tight, her tits jiggle obscenely, and her cunt contracts erratically around the shaft of my fat cock. There is applause from the crowd. I marvel at the fact that I have just fucked my daughter to orgasm. I feel powerful, guilty, afraid, and out of control.

I want all of my daughter’s holes. I want to own Lucy completely. I switch places with her on the couch. Now I’m seated, and I pull her hips back. She squats down, reaching between her legs and escort alanya grabbing my cock, steering it back to the cozy confines of her quivering cunt. But I want a tighter hole. I pull my cock backwards and poke it up against her asshole. She turns her upper body and gives me a surprised look, then a wicked smile. She drips a large blob of saliva into her hand and swipes it between her ass cheeks. Lucy gradually begins to work my cock into her asshole, inch by painful inch, until the whole thing is deep in her guts. I look over Lucy’s shoulder and see other girls getting fondled, other boys getting stroked through their jeans. I watch one boy finger fuck a girl as the two stand right in the middle of the room, surrounded by a small group of onlookers. The boy holds the girl against his body with a hand around her waist as his hand pumps beneath her skirt.

I grab Lucy’s hips and start rocking her back and forth on my cock, slowly, keeping it deep inside her. I reach my hand around and start rubbing my middle finger back and forth over her clit. I want to make her cum with my cock in her ass, to make my daughter my fuck slut. I rock her faster, rub her clit harder, until she once again jerks her hips in an erratic rhythm and cries out, throwing her head back. One boy has stepped close and is playing with her nipples as she rides out her orgasm on my dick. I can’t hold back anymore. I need to cum. My cock and balls are aching.

Once again we switch places on the couch. I lay Lucy lengthwise on it and kneel between her legs, one leg thrown over my shoulder and the other leg dangling off the edge of a cushion. I mirror her, kneeling on one knee on the couch and bracing my other foot against the floor for leverage. I don’t want the condom coming between us. I want to feel Lucy’s soaking cunt, skin on skin. I act like I’m trying to point my cock home while I quickly slip the rubber off and then plunge rudely up inside her, giving her my full length in one shove. She cries out. I begin to fuck her hard and fast, my stomach making embarrassing slapping noises against her thigh and ass. I’m getting closer to climax with every stroke. I pound her like I haven’t pounded her mother in years. I’m vaguely aware of her cumming again, soaking my plunging cock, convulsing on the couch beneath me, and the clench of her cunt around me sends me over the edge. The cum wells up out of my balls and I unleash deep into her cunt with one final, cruel thrust. My cock twitches frantically inside her, releasing what feels like three huge spurts before fluttering into quiescence. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.

I gradually come back to myself, and suddenly I am filled with horror. Laying beneath me, still impaled on my softening cock, lay my daughter, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen and red, her breasts naked for all to see. I jerk out of her and stand up. I have to get out of there. I am terrified of being found out. She can’t know. She can never know. With dread I realize the enormity of what I’ve done – not only did I fuck my own daughter but I ejaculated inside her. But mingled with the dread is an evil pride and lust. It was the best fuck of my life, daughter or no. As I push through the crowd, I glance back and see another boy taking my place on the couch, lifting Lucy’s legs up on his shoulders. I don’t want to see him penetrate her. I return the proffered high fives from several guys, then practically run out of the house, grabbing one of the red cups of beer by the keg on the porch.

I walk quickly two blocks before I dare take my mask off, then I slow down and stroll slowly home. When I walk into the house I enjoy one final bit of perversion as I brush my lips against my wifes – my same lips who, a scant hour ago, had been pleasuring our daughter.

The next day, late in the afternoon, I am outside on the back deck, kicked back in an Adirondack chair. I am reliving the night before. My cock is hard, tucked discreetly against my left hip as I try to remember every detail. And then out of the back door walks Lucy. She is bleary. Her hair is s till in a braid which is now loosened and messy. God knows how many boys fucked her after I left. And she smiles at me and chimes “Hey dad!” She walks past on the way to the porch swing and sits down. She is wearing short shorts. I admire those long legs of hers, and think about the sweet pussy nestled between them. I am wondering how I can ever manage to fuck her again…

Lucy pulls me out of my reverie. She smiles, then asks: “So dad, how are you doing today?”

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My last encounter with my mom was in a bus, which i have described in my previous story, ‘Crowded Bus with Mommy’. Here is the link.

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One thing which I would like to mention is that, unlike most stories, these are my real sex encounters with my mom. I am from Chandigarh, India and all this happening in our country, where I can’t discuss this with even my best friends, made me come here to talk about it. So here is my second sex experience.

My mom was 38-34-38, and 50 years old at the time of this encounter, while I was 20.

It was the occasion of my maternal cousin’s wedding. Since our last sex in the bus, mom apparently had a guilt trip and she had avoided me for several days and explicitly mentioned to me that it was never going to happen again. I had tried to approach at several instances, but none of them seemed to be fruitful as she always shut me out. I had realized by then that she had to be pushed as she wasn’t going to agree on her own. However, I had not expected that the occasion would be such an unexpected one.

It was my cousin brother’s wedding as mentioned before, and there were a lot of people in the house.

For some reason I had been feeling attracted to my mom again but all the people in the house made me stop myself.

It was the day of the wedding. Everything was decorated and people were moving here and there. It was evening, and all the guests had started to come. Everyone was in their rooms getting ready. Mom too had gotten ready. She was wearing a white-silver saree which was semitransparent. Her blouse was white sleeveless with thin shoulder straps and was almost backless. She did know how to dress sexy even at the age of 50.

Seeing her in that dress I was turned on. Her cleavage and abdomen with its navel were somewhat visible through the saree. I started trailing her with the expectations of getting a good view and masturbating to them. She had gone into the kitchen and was taking out something from the upper shelves and was struggling to reach it. She then took a stool, placed it nearby and tried to stand on it, but it was not stable. I went to mom and told her to climb while I could hold her from falling.

She agreed, unaware of my intentions. I wanted to jerk off to her. She reached out for the jars which apparently had something to be distributed to the guests. As she extended her arms, I got the view I was desiring. Her saree slipped from her shoulders as she hadn’t yet put a pin. She had shaved her underarms. I had the full view of her belly, cleavage and arms. She hurriedly bent down to grab her falling saree, and while she bent, I got a titillating view of her breasts. They were like fresh melons which were waiting to be eaten.

This was more manavgat escort than I had expected. My 7-inch dick had sensations which made it clear it wouldn’t be satisfied by just a jerk off. She must have applied some perfume, which filled my nose as she came close to me while getting down from the stool. She turned towards the cooking slab to keep the items on it.

I slid my arms over her waist up to her belly and kissed her neck. She was shocked at what just happened. She turned around hurriedly with a shocked look on her face. I kissed her on her lips passionately. She was too shocked and stood there like a statue. I prodded my tongue inside her mouth and began playing with her tongue. My mom seemed to get back to her senses and pushed me away.

“What are you doing Rajeev? I am your mother,” she said.

I had expected that this not being the first time, she would be cooperative, but she wasn’t. I pushed her against the wall, held her arm against the wall above her head and started kissing her. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, and then went down to her neck, where I gave small bites. She was struggling to get out of my grip, but it wasn’t full hearted. If she wanted, she could have gotten away. I wasn’t holding her that tight.

I kept kissing her neck and gradually went down to her cleavage. Her chest was gleaming with my saliva. I moved on to kiss her arms, teasing them with my tongue, moving down to her underarms. I licked it deeply, feeling its rough texture on my tongue along with the taste of her sweat in my mouth. I bit it lightly.

My mom let out a small moan and I felt her struggle weaken. I left her hands and pulled down her pallu. She looked into my eyes as I went down on my knees. I put both my hands on her breasts and put my mouth on her navel. I inserted my tongue deep in her navel and licked it deeply. I was enjoying giving her the tonguejob and giving her small bites along with kneading her melons. She too was enjoying it. She grabbed my hair, pushing my face harder against her belly, and gave out small moans. We were lost in the moment so much that we didn’t hear someone approaching.

A small boy about the age 5-6 had come to the kitchen. He wanted some water. We hurriedly moved away from each other. The boy looked puzzled and asked what we were doing. I told him that she had a small cut on her stomach, and just like we lick our small finger cuts, I was licking it to prevent blood flow. He asked wasn’t it a bad thing, so I said that it wasn’t as she was my mother.

The boy drank water and went away. My mom too started leaving the kitchen. I asked her where she was going, we weren’t done yet. She said there is nothing to be done, and we were, just as she said, mother and manavgat escort bayan son.

She started to leave again. I grabbed her arm and yanked her towards the slab. She stood against the slab, with her hands on them to balance herself. I went up to her from behind, and grabbed her, and started kissing her back again, biting it again. She wanted to move away, when we again heard some noises. Maybe she was expecting that I would let her go fearing someone might come again. But I was in no mood to let go of the beauty.

I moved one of my hands up to her breasts and moved my other hand down to her petticoat. I loosened the petticoat with my left hand and placed my hand between her legs. I was puzzled to see her spread the legs, as I was expecting resistance. I entered my fingers in her vagina and started fingering her, while pressing her breasts with my other hand. She reciprocated well by moving her hips up and down against my hand. She held my head with both her hands, while making the up and down movement, giving small moans.

She was fully in the moment and said, “I am going to come.”

I scooped out my finger from her cunt, turned her towards me, and put that finger inside her mouth. She then made the boldest move that I had ever seen her do. She placed her hand on my crotch, pulled down my pant along with my underwear, and took my penis in her hand. I got mad. I just wanted to fuck the hell out of that cheap slut.

I slid the straps of her blouse down her shoulder and made her open her blouse. She was wearing a white bra inside. I pulled that down too. I was looking at her breasts. They were perfectly round, big, not yet saggy, and had brown nipples which were hardened right now. She held my head and pulled it to her breasts. I got mad and started mauling them like dough, biting them, licking them. I bit her nipples and she gave out loud moans. She kept moaning, and I kept biting and pressing her breasts until they became red.

I then took her up on my lap and made her sit on the slab. We could hear noises nearby, and I didn’t want to get caught before I had entered her. I pulled up her saree and petticoat. She was wearing a silk pantie which I tore. I saw a shaved, slightly brown cunt which was oozing with precum. She was wet like an ocean. I took my 7-inch dick and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me towards her as I inserted my rod in her vagina. It went in so smoothly. I slowly entered all of me into her. My mom gave out a moan and dug her nails into my back.

The moan she gave out was a bit loud. We didn’t know if someone had heard it. I gestured to her to keep her voice down and she nodded. I moved my hips back and again escort manavgat entered her. It was feeling like heaven. There were people nearby, we could hear them, and here we were having sex. I started fucking her gently at first. She was enjoying it completely. She arched her back and made movements of her hip to make it faster. I got her signal. I started to fuck her faster, all my 7 inches in and out of her every second. She was going mad. She was giving moans again. I held her throat and made her look at me. She looked at me with saliva dropping from her mouth, while she gave moans, looking lustily at me.

As I fucked her harder and harder, tears came out of her eyes. She couldn’t moan, maybe it was her bodily response. Her grip became tighter and tighter. I was fucking her like a machine now. I used one of my free hands to rub her clit as I fucked her. This made her go mad. She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, pointed her face towards the ceiling and was moaning ahhhhhhh ahhhhh continuously. She was trying her best to control her voice, but it seemed like she was barely controlling herself. She was having the best sex of her life.

She did not care, she was enjoying fucking me, her own son, on a kitchen slab, with people nearby. What more thrills could one want for one single moment?

She pulled me to her and tightened her legs that were wrapped around my waist. I could feel her vagina clenching. I sped up my hand movement over her clit. She dug her teeth into my shoulder and moaned my name lustily as she orgasmed “aaahhhh raajeeeevvvv”..

I had made my mom orgasm, and this was the first time. She took a few seconds to catch her breath. I slowly took out my penis from her. It was wet from her juices.

She pulled me to her again and kissed me. It was a deep tongue to tongue kiss. She took my penis in her hands and started stroking it. With one hand she held my balls and gave them a squeeze. Those up and down hand movements were magic, and I started to come close to my climax. When I came close to cumming, I got up on the slab on my knees, and placed my dick between her breasts. I held both her breasts with my hand and started to fuck her tits.

She was shocked at what I was doing. It hadn’t been long when I started to near climax. My mom had started saying something. All I needed was a glimpse of her open mouth. I took my penis and placed it in. I forced my entire dick into her mouth. She had started to gag, but I held her hair and kept fucking her mouth. The warmth of her mouth around my meat felt heavenly. I kept fucking her and let out all my load into her mouth.

When I took my rod out, her mouth was full of my cum. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She started to turn towards the sink when I gave her a slap. She looked at me with her mouth open.

“Swallow it slut,” I said.

She did as I said.

“Now you are my whore, and don’t you dare say anything after today,” I told her.

She nodded in agreement and we got dressed. She went out of the door and I went out of the window. I didn’t want any rumors after what the child had seen today.

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