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First, thank you for your patience with the long delay between chapters.

Second, thank you all for your kind words, encouragement, and more on Sharing a Bed with Daddy Parts One, Two, Three, and Four, all of which you should read before this one for context.

This is the fifth part of an incest story, and it’s a bit different.

This story takes place between a twenty-six-year-old daughter and her father, and up until now it’s been told from the daughter’s point of view.

However, at the end of Part Four her dad’s sister caught them making love.

That wasn’t because I was intending for Aunt Becky to join in having sex with them even though lots of comments and private messages have expressed a desire for me to do that.

This is a direction I took the story very intentionally because I wanted the opportunity to write a story that would change narrators for a chapter or two.

So that’s what I’m doing here. This story you’re about to read will largely be a flashback told from Aunt Becky’s point of view. It starts and ends with the daughters point of view as bookends.

It takes place in 1992 when Aunt Becky was nineteen and her brother was twenty.

That isn’t to say that I’m against writing about group sex. Check out The Skylark Solution series that I’ve written for an example of that.

But I wanted this story to be a little more about the intimacy that goes along with sex, and for this set of characters I’m finding that that is easier to convey in one-on-one encounters.

As with all my stories, this takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don’t worry about pandemics, std’s, or the need for birth control.

Enjoy reading!

IsabellaEmily

~~~

From Part Four

I lowered my wet pussy onto his hard cock, determined to ride him to his edge and then suck another load of cum from his cock.

I started rocking my hips up and down, and felt his hands grip my thighs as he groaned again.

I raised my head as I felt my cunt spasm, and found myself looking at my Aunt Becky.

She stood in the room, two feet from the mattress staring at us.

I stopped moving and gasped.

My dad lifted his head.

“Well I can’t wait to hear this fucking story.” She said with a grin.

~~

This is my Aunt Becky’s story, and I’m going to let her tell it.

I heard it for the first time a few hours after she walked in on me being fucked by my father. Being caught in the middle of sex is always awkward, and having it be your dad’s sister certainly adds to the weirdness of the moment.

And if it’s your own father whose cock is inside you when she catches you, well that’s a level of strange that I can’t even describe.

The moments after she walked in were extremely tense, but I quickly realized that she wasn’t angry. I found that confusing, but she assured me that she wasn’t judging us at all.

At their request I gave her and my father some time and room to talk, and after an awkward hug with her, and a sort of fatherly and sort of sexy and completely strange-because-my-aunt-was-watching-us hug and kiss from my father I headed back to my hotel.

I showered, got into clean clothes, drank most of a pot of coffee, and paced so much it nearly wore a hole in the carpet of my room.

At noon she knocked on my door, carrying a sack of sandwiches, several bottles of water, and more coffee.

“Your father and I agreed that it’s probably past time to tell you a story about he and I and our relationship.” She said.

She set the food down on the table near the window and turned to look at me.

“You’re old enough to know of course,” she continued, “and you’ll understand I think. It will also help you understand why I’m not upset or even surprised by the way things have worked out between the two of you.”

“Okay.” I said, feeling unsure about where this was headed.

“So sit down, let’s have some lunch, and let me tell you a family secret.” She said. “I’ve never told this to anyone before, so it may take a while. Make yourself comfortable.”

I took a sip of coffee and sat down at the table.

“I’m all ears.” I said.

“Alright,” she said with a smile, “here goes.”

~~

This is Becky’s story.

~~

It was the fall of 1992, and my brother and I had just moved into a rented house together. I was nineteen and he was twenty.

Just a few months prior to that we’d been attending colleges on opposite sides of the state. But then our parents died in an accident, and we spent the summer after their funeral packing up and selling off the contents of the apartment they’d just moved into.

All summer I’d been unsure whether I was even going to go back to my classes that fall. I had spent a lot of time that first year going to parties and making friends and enjoying the social aspects of higher education.

However, I hadn’t spent much time studying or being serious about the opportunity. My grades wouldn’t have kept me from returning, but I’d been wondering if college was a good fit for me.

Unlike etimesgut escort myself, my brother spent all his time studying. If anything, he was too serious. His only friend was his roommate.

He was anxious not to lose his scholarship, which was going to cover all four years if he kept his grades up, so I guess I don’t blame him. Although at the time I certainly teased him.

After the funeral he and I talked it over, and if I didn’t return to school, I was going to have to get an apartment and a job, since we didn’t exactly inherit a fortune.

He begged me to stay in school, but I’d been relying on our parents much more than he was, since they didn’t exactly offer any scholarships for sleeping through class.

What I really wanted to do was take a year off and figure out if college was even something I wanted.

Somewhere in our conversation we decided that if I moved up to school where he was, we could use part of his rooming allowance towards an apartment, and if I got a job I could cover the rest of the rent.

I could take my year off like I wanted, and he’d be there to help if I decided to enroll.

After losing our folks so suddenly, I think we both liked the idea of being close to family.

We rented the top two floors of an older three story house, with a kitchen, bathroom, family room, and decent sized bedroom on one floor, and the second bedroom up a narrow flight of stairs on the third floor.

The rent was cheap, it was clean and quiet, and best of all it was within walking distance of campus. He got me an interview with the campus bookstore, and I just like that I had a job with steady and decent hours.

We split the cleaning and cooking as evenly as our schedules allowed. It was a crash course in both of those things for the two of us.

We ate a lot of sandwiches and spaghetti while we learned to cook other things.

I set about trying to get him to loosen up a bit and go to a few parties, and he sat down with me and showed me how to make and stick to a budget.

The house was old and a bit drafty, but so was the house we grew up in, so we were used to dressing in layers and sleeping with lots of blankets on the bed.

When Christmas finally rolled around the campus essentially closed down, leaving us both with several days of time off.

We had nowhere to go, so we’d decided to hunker down inside our apartment, cooking, watching a stack of rented movies, and sleeping in as much as possible.

We didn’t have much of a budget for Christmas gifts, but we weren’t feeling very festive anyway, both of us adjusting to our first Christmas without our folks.

We didn’t put up any decorations, but we were still determined to enjoy the time off as much as possible.

And then a snowstorm arrived.

It dumped snow on us for three straight days, shutting down everything. On the first day we’d hiked back and forth to the grocery store twice, loading up on groceries and rented VHS tapes, preparing to be snowed in.

And we were.

No one was moving in the whole city.

For the first two days it was fun. We watched horror movies, ate junk food, and laughed like we were kids.

On the fourth morning the power went out. He was in the kitchen doing dishes when the radio suddenly went silent, and the lights went out.

Growing up where we did, we knew that when the power goes out you should prepare for it to stay out for a while. Sometimes it comes back on within a few minutes, but when it doesn’t, you’ll lose heat and warm water.

He came up to the third floor and woke me up, telling me there was hot water in the water heater, but with no power it would be getting cooler by the minute.

“We should both shower while there’s warm water, and we can get dried off and dressed without getting hypothermia.” He said.

“Okay.” I told him from under the covers. “Go ahead. Let me know when you’re finished.”

“Bullshit.” He said, pulling the covers off me. “You know how quick we run out of warm water around here on a good day. We need to move quick. Get your ass downstairs.”

He was right of course.

I got out of bed, pulled on an oversize t-shirt, and headed downstairs.

I figured I’d linger outside the bathroom until he was done, so we could trade places as quick as possible without giving the water more time than necessary to cool down.

However, as I turned the corner from the living room I could see that he had the bathroom door open and in the gray light coming in from the frosted bathroom window I could see his outline through the semi-clear shower curtain.

“Better get in here.” he called. “The water is plenty hot but it won’t last.”

“So hurry up!” I told him, trying to look away from the naked silhouette of my brother through the shower curtain.

As much as I joked about my party girl reputation with my brother, the truth was that I was a virgin. I’d had several dates, and had been felt up several times, but I’d never gotten much further than that.

In etimesgut escort bayan fact, the only sexual experience I had at that point came from sneaking into my brothers room while he was in class and borrowing one of the pornographic magazines he had hidden under his bed and masturbating while reading the stories.

With both of us home over the past several days I hadn’t had a chance to do that, and I’d been extremely horny.

The prospect of seeing a naked male certainly caused my heart to skip a beat.

Even if it was my own brother.

“Quit being so bashful all of the sudden. We’ve showered together before at the lake house.” He called from behind the curtain. “Besides we’re gonna run out of hot water!”

“That doesn’t count!” I laughed. “We had our swimsuits on!”

“Well I’ve seen everything you’ve got before.” he replied. “And there’s no sense in pretending you haven’t seen dozens and dozens of naked men.”

“Oh shut up.” I told him. “It certainly hasn’t been dozens!”

The porn magazines he owned rarely had male nudity in them, mostly focusing on women instead. The truth was I’d seen very few naked men.

I knew he was still pretty shy around women as well, but more than once I’d caught him sneaking a peek at my legs when I’d been in the kitchen or living room in my nightgown, and even though I’d never admit it, I loved the attention.

And if I was going to be honest, I’d have to confess to checking out the outline of his cock through his tight jeans more than once. And if I ever had an excuse to wake him up I eagerly did so, hoping to catch a glance of his morning wood.

So I justified my desire to jump in the shower with him by telling myself that since we were almost out of hot water I’d be too busy showering to pay any real attention to him.

Besides if it didn’t bother him, it shouldn’t bother me.

I stripped my panties and the oversized t-shirt off, and with a pounding heart I stepped into the tub.

And I instantly found myself twelve mere inches away from his naked body.

His back was to the showerhead, and he had his eyes closed as he washed his hair.

And hanging right there, close enough for me to grab it if I wanted to, was a real live male cock.

I couldn’t help but stare, drinking in the sight of his shaft, his cockhead, his balls, the covering of fine pubic hair, and the way it looked with the water running down all of it.

I didn’t know what I had expected it to look like, but I suddenly realized that seeing it right in front of me gave me an indescribable urge to take it in my hand and squeeze.

I reached for my bar of pink soap, so I’d have something in my hand, almost afraid that I’d suddenly reach out start touching him.

I reached into the flow of water to splash some water on myself and started to lather up while staring at my feet and willing my mind to think of something innocent and pure.

Anything besides the aroused need that was spreading through my belly.

But it was too late.

I was seized with the vision of my brother and I pressed against each other in this very shower, our bodies naked while our hands explored.

I tried to push that thought from my head as I turned my back to him and focused on soaping up my legs and knees.

“Well I guess I’m done.” he announced. “But the water isn’t as warm as when I started. You better hurry.”

“I will.” I said, hoping that he’d be getting out and I’d be able to focus on something other than the physical reaction of my nipples and clitoris to my sudden fantasies.

“So get a move on.” he said. “Trade places with me so I can start to dry.”

“Just get out and I’ll be done quick.” I said.

“What are you embarrassed that I might see your boobs?” he teased.

“Be careful what you wish for.” I laughed. “Now give me some fucking privacy will you?”

“Don’t worry.” he said. “I won’t laugh or say anything mean.”

“Fine.” I said.

I stood up straight and turned around, my breasts pointing my breasts right at him from six inches away.

His eyes grew large.

“Whoa.” he whispered.

I felt myself starting to blush, and I was thankful that the day was another cloudy one. In the gray dimness of the bathroom he was less likely to notice.

He stared, and then suddenly realized he was staring. He jerked his head sideways and closed his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled.

“Don’t be.” He said quietly. “They’re beautiful.”

I stepped close to him as we tried to trade places in the tub without touching each other. We almost made it, but my left breast brushed against his arm and I almost moaned as I felt something in my belly tighten at the flesh-on-flesh contact.

“What did you expect them to be like?” I asked, facing him as I felt the torrent of warm water cascade over me.

“I don’t know.” He answered. “It seemed funny and silly and all of the sudden….”

“All of the sudden….what?” I asked him.

“All of the sudden….”he stammered, escort etimesgut “it just got…..it got….sort of…..different.”

One of the differences was his cock. I noticed that it had become much thicker than when I’d first stepped into the tub, and it was jutting away from his body as a slight angle, no longer touching his balls.

It had also gotten a bit longer.

“Yeah,” I agreed, “it did get pretty different. I’ve never seen you like that before.”

I made a point of moving my eyes down to his cock, and he looked down as if suddenly realizing that he was not only naked, but naked and starting to get hard.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I didn’t mean to…..”

“Don’t worry.” I told him. “I’ll take it as a compliment.”

I turned to the showerhead, lathering up my breasts and arms and rinsing all the suds off myself.

I’d washed my hair yesterday afternoon, and that was just as well since I didn’t have any desire to spend the morning with wet hair in an apartment with no heat or electricity.

I reached over and turned off the water, and turned around to find my brother still standing there, only now his cock had gotten even stiffer and was pointing at my knees.

“If you’re going to stand there drip drying yourself, can you at least hand me a towel so I can dry off?” I asked him teasingly.

“Fuck.” He said, like he was coming out of a trance. “Fuck yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to….”

“It’s okay.” I said, taking another look without bothering to act like I wasn’t. “It doesn’t bother me. It’s actually sort of cute.”

“Cute?” he said. “Like a teddy bear?”

He handed me a towel and started to dry himself with one as he stepped out of the bathtub and stood in front of the sink.

“Fine.” I said, wrapping a towel around my body and stepping out to stand next to him. “It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you?” he stammered. “What?”

“You’re not the only one who gets horny around here.” I said, pretending to check my hair in the foggy mirror.

“I’m sorry.” He said. “I never should have let that happen.”

“Don’t apologize.” I told him. “It’s not the first time I’ve been horny. And I like feeling that way. And it’s sort of kinky to know that you’re feeling it too.”

He stared at me and swallowed; his eyes wide.

“Really?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” I answered. “Knowing that you got hard looking at me definitely aroused me. I think that’s a pretty normal reaction. One horny person making another person horny.”

“Wow.” He whispered.

I grinned, pleased that I’d been able to arouse and embarrass him at the same time. That would help distract him from how embarrassed I’d been.

“Now I need to find something to wear before the temperature plummets in here.” I said.

“I was doing a load of laundry.” He said. “With a little luck the stuff in the dryer is completely dry and maybe even a bit warm.”

We went into the laundry room, and I pulled open the dryer.

Pajamas and sweatshirts were in the machine, and I dropped my wet towel and stepped into a pair of fuzzy pajama pants that were still pleasantly warm.

“Ahhh.” I said with a grin. “Heavenly.”

I handed him a pair of his sweatpants, and when he dropped the towel to pull them I saw that his cock was now even bigger and stiffer.

“Careful pulling those up.” I warned him. “You don’t want to hurt that thing.”

He blushed a bit but grinned.

“Don’t blame me.” He said. “There’s a perfect set of breasts pointing right at me and it’s causing my dick to have a mind of its own.”

“Really?” I asked, looking down at myself. “Perfect?”

“Yes.” He said softly. “I’ll be like this for the rest of the day.”

“That should come in handy if I need someplace to hang my towel.” I said, bending down to pick it up off the floor.

“Ha ha.” He said sarcastically, wresting his eyes away from my chest and starting to look in the dryer for something to wear.

I laughed and pulled a sweatshirt from the dryer, pulling it over my head as I headed back up to my room. The soft warm fabric felt nice on my stiff nipples.

“While you stand there practicing to direct traffic, I’m going upstairs to get some socks.” I told him. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take your time.” He said. “Might as well go back to sleep if you want to.”

“Maybe.” I said as headed for my room. “Not like there’s much else to do.”

I went into my room and pulled a pair of socks from the pile of clean clothes on top of my dresser and sat down on the bed to pull them on.

And it suddenly dawned on me why he’d suggested I go back to bed.

He was going to jerk off and didn’t want me downstairs to catch him.

With a grin I realized that if he was planning to stroke himself.

‘Not a bad plan at that.’ I thought.

I glanced at my dresser and saw my old hairbrush sitting there.

The one with the long round hard plastic handle.

The one with that I sometimes used as a dildo while I rubbed my clit.

I was tempted to grab it and get under my blankets and let it try to quell the lustful ache in my cunt.

But as badly as I wanted to orgasm, I wanted something else even more.

I wanted to feed my arousal.

At the moment the best way I could think to do that was to see if I could hear or see the hard cock that had gotten me so horny in the first place getting stroked.

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Perspective: The Mother

My new client has a sex addiction. The public will never expect this because she’s a famous actress with a wholesome reputation. Her name is Eliana and she’s a beautiful Greek woman. I’m a big fan, but I don’t tell her that.

We’re in my downtown Colorado office and she’s staying in the city for two months filming a low-budget drama. She reached out to me because I’m one of the best therapists in the country regarding sexual trauma.

She speaks about recent issues while I admire her wavy black hair and olive skin. Her prominent nose and cheekbones. She’s mesmerizing. Athletic. Gorgeous. I take notes whenever she says anything important. This is our third session together.

There are twists and turns to what Eliana is saying. It’s clear that she wants to be understood. Pain? Regret? Grief? She tells me about her sex life and regular orgasms but I sense it’s the tip of the iceberg.

“There’s no greater apex for a woman, than being a servant to her son.”

Eliana lets the mood linger after saying those words. She gauges my reaction because that statement would shock the average person’s conscience. I remain composed, though I’ve never heard this in my office before.

“What do you mean by that?” I ask.

She’s spoken about her son before; a 26 year old fireman who lives near her Malibu home. I’m aware of the statistics regarding mother/son incest and I brace myself to hear something provocative.

“I have a sexual relationship with him,” Eliana says, biting her lower lip. “It started after he moved to college. It’s a long story, but I want to tell someone. It’s a huge burden I’ve been carrying for years.”

There’s relief on her face because I’m not disgusted. Relief that I’m willing to understand and listen. In the end, people just want to feel normal.

“Was there anything that caused it to happen?” I ask. “Or was it the result of your sex addiction?”

“It was a slow simmer. Once I saw him as a man — when he became strong and was able to care for himself — I developed sexual feelings. My sex addiction? Yeah, I think so. I know this isn’t normal.”

We have 40 minutes left and it’s my first time listening to an active incest relationship. Eliana tells me about their twice-a-week sex sessions at her Malibu home. She discusses having her son inside her and ‘the flooding’ of her womb.

She attends swinger groups with other celebrities, but her son is the favorite. I sense that from the tone of her voice and the details of her body language.

“Does this bother you?” Eliana asks me.

“No, my job is to…”

She cuts me off. “Sorry, let me clarify. I meant personally. I see pictures of your son on the desk. How does this make you feel as a mother?”

On my desk there’s a picture of Billy — my 19 year old son that lives with me.

“My feelings are irrelevant,” I say. “I’m trying to understand you.”

“Be honest. Please. I want to hear this. Do you think I’m gross? Do I belong in prison for fucking my son in every room of my house?”

“Both of you are consenting adults.”

Eliana pleads, “Be honest. I want to hear it.”

Her insecurity is on full display. What must the world think if they knew? The beloved Eliana, television and film star, screwing her firefighter son. She’d be ‘canceled’ for sure. Fired from all of her jobs. She’d never appear on a major network or film studio again if this were public.

As a prominent liberal activist, it’s a foregone conclusion that she’ll have to close her Twitter and Instagram pages because of the inevitable trolling. The jokes and nasty comments that she’s an abuser would be endless. Particularly because she’s a prominent #MeToo supporter.

In my office she’s safe. These four walls are her sanctuary.

“My opinion is that you’re seeking comfort,” I say. “The nearest source of comfort is your son. I get it. We’ll have to work on this.”

It’s one of the few times I’ve ever lied to a client. The truth is, I think it’s gross and perverse. In no way do I think it’s healthy, which is why I plan on helping her as much as possible.

But at the same time, I’m intrigued. Human sexuality is full of interesting pleasures.

“You can be a little more honest with me,” she says in a small voice, a far cry from her strong on-screen personas.

I look at her. This experience must be nerve-wracking for her. I know it must be difficult to admit such embarrassing things. I tell her my feelings on the matter, that she’s a normal woman with issues that can be solved. I promise to do my best with our future appointments.

The session is almost over. We both look at the clock. I have another client later and Eliana has to get to the movie set. We stand up and she smiles. I smile back.

“Thanks for your time,” she says. “This was… intense.”

“It’s part of the healing process. Intense feelings are a good sign.”

There’s a warmth in her eyes. She trusts me, but this feels like a different level of trust compared to my iskenderun escort other clients. I now possess a secret that would create a global scandal and rock the entertainment industry.

When the actress leaves, I have limited time before my next appointment and I decide to do research on this topic.

Keywords include: mom, mother, son, sex, statistics, stories.

I use a combination for each search, and sure enough, most of the results are pornographic with a few news articles in between. None of this surprises me because I’m aware of how massive this fetish is. I bookmark several links.

Most incest trauma that’s studied is father/daughter. Looking at a few statistics, mother/son incest exists but it’s rarely reported.

Perhaps I’ll do a comprehensive study on this topic for a peer-reviewed publication. I’ve won several awards and there are plaques that decorate my wall. I know this topic will be the most taboo thing I’ve ever researched, but I like the risk and reward that comes with it.

On my laptop screen is the picture of a ‘hot mom’ porn star with a younger man, who poses as her son. They’re having sex on the living room couch with the ‘mom’ riding on top. There’s a caption on the picture saying a mother is giving education.

Then I think of my own son. In many ways, Billy has always been an informal assistant of mine. Whenever I write something for a peer-reviewed journal, I dive deep, and my son helps organize mountains of information and notes. In exchange, I give him money. A fair trade and he gets job experience.

Would I be okay with him being on this journey? Maybe.

***

Towards the evening, I leave my office and walk the downtown street. There’s light snow, which is pretty. I clear my mind of the patients I’ve seen, except for Eliana and her secret incest situation.

Speaking of which, I’m meeting family and friends at a restaurant a few blocks away, where they are celebrating a personal matter. My son is there talking with cousins. They’re close and that makes me happy. Family time is supposed to be wholesome and pure.

Food is served and I’m sitting with adults my age, while my eyes drift towards my son at the other table. I try putting myself in Eliana’s shoes, no matter how taboo. As a therapist, this is key to understanding each patient. To understand their goals, needs, trauma, insecurities, and desires.

Every so often I speak to my sister or anyone else at the table. The current topic of the evening is politics and inflation. I’m thankful that a guy sitting next to me works in finances, because he does most of the talking, while I find myself thinking of my son’s cock.

What must it be like for a mother to touch, feel, and taste? How twisted. How out of character for me. But no one will ever know these thoughts.

The meal is finished and everyone goes outside and the conversations are still flowing. Eventually we hug and kiss and everyone goes their separate ways.

My apartment is a few blocks away (isn’t living in the downtown area great?). I walk alongside my son as the light snow continues to fall.

“Do you love me?” I ask.

He laughs. “How much wine did you drink?”

“It’s a legitimate question. Do you?”

“Yeah, of course, I love you. Why are you asking?”

Billy seems perplexed, yet amused. I don’t blame him. It’s such a random question while we walk together.

“I love you, too,” I say. “This is for work. I’m thinking of writing something.”

“Anything interesting?”

“Oh yes, very interesting. It’s in the early stages though.”

“Honestly, you acted weird all night,” he says.

“Did I?”

“Yeah, it was like you were daydreaming. I noticed it a few times when I looked over at your table.”

“There’s a lot on my mind,” I reply.

“Let me guess, a client inspired you.”

I laugh. “You know me too well.”

We enter the apartment building. Before we get into the elevator, I decide that I’m going to commit to this research. There’s a final roadblock, which is my son’s approval and reaction. The feeling is nagging in my mind.

I enter the elevator behind my son and I tell him to push the button.

While he’s doing that, I push my coat aside and lift the front of my blouse. My fingers pull the white bra to reveal a medium-sized breast. I hope he enjoys the sight of a large pink nipple. It’s just for him today.

“Billy, turn around.”

When he turns around, Billy sees my erect pink nipple. It’s his first (and only) time seeing it as an adult. I hold my clothes so he can keep looking. As expected, he’s flabbergasted, but he doesn’t stop me. He’s stunned. His jaw is hanging.

“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes on my nipple.

“Nothing,” I reply, hiding my shame and excitement.

I pull my clothes down, leaving my outfit creased and messy, since we’re almost at our apartment. He’s shocked as hell, but I just look forward. I don’t bother to give him an explanation escort iskenderun and he doesn’t ask.

He knows I can be obsessive.

***

We do our normal things inside the apartment, though I’m sure Billy is still bewildered. A part of me wonders if he’s going to jerk off at some point. I hope he doesn’t. I try not to think about that.

Either way, I got what I wanted from that elevator experiment. I do my normal things for the night. That includes skincare, Netflix, emails, texts, and of course my work.

I try to figure out what I can do for Eliana, but the answer eludes me. I wonder if her being a celebrity makes this harder for me. I’m still somewhat starstruck.

My computer is again loaded with mom/son porn. This will be part of my life for the foreseeable future. Some of the images intrigue me. It’s the amateur photos and videos that strike a chord; older woman with a younger man, performing sexual acts at home. Obviously they’re not related, but it’s labeled that way for more views.

Before using the bathroom to brush my teeth and do a final skincare routine, I masturbate. Something quick and heavy in front of the computer. I watch homemade porn of a ‘mother and son’ engaging in sexual practices. I cum into a tissue watching incest material for the first time in my life.

My day ends while laying in bed watching Marco Pierre White cooking instructionals on youtube with earphones. I’m undecided on what kind of music I want to listen to before I sleep. I’m thinking Leonard Cohen, live recordings on Spotify.

There’s an email notification on my phone from Eliana. I hadn’t expected to hear from her so soon and I become alert. There are 7 images attached to her email and I open them. What I see is a revelation.

There are pictures taken from a phone camera. Images of sex, from the front and behind. I see a young man’s cock going into the body of an olive-skinned woman. I see long dark hair that’s wavy. By all indications, this appears to be Eliana, but I’m not sure. I also wonder if this is her son. There are no faces on these images. They could be anyone.

Another email comes. I wonder if it’ll answer my question and reveal their faces. I see images of the olive-skinned woman riding on the same cock. I see full-frontal breasts with dark nipples and dark hair that roams around the chest.

The pics appear to be taken in a bungalow near the beach. Could she have gone with her son on vacation for a romantic sex getaway? The thought makes me aroused and gives me the need to masturbate again.

Instead of emailing her, I decide to text because they usually get a faster response. I think carefully about what to type. It’s my first time getting pornographic images from a client, much less an actress who claims to be fucking her son.

Text: Is that really you? Looks like it could be anyone

I regret sending that. It’s out of character for me because I pride myself on being composed with each communication with a client.

While waiting, I look at the pictures again. The more I look, the more I’m convinced it’s her in these images.

She texts me back: Is this real enough for you?

I wait a few seconds, then she texts me a picture of herself standing next to her son. They’re at the airport in a tropical location. Her son has a white complexion, matching the skin color in the sex pictures.

The next picture shows Eliana with her son at a ski resort. They’re in the lobby wearing thick jackets, smiling next to each other. They look happy and I wonder if sex is on their mind. Something no one would ever suspect of them.

My heart nearly skips a beat at the next image; Eliana is dressed in a different outfit, perhaps later that day, and she’s on her knees. I assume they’re in the hotel room because there’s a hard cock in front of her face. Her son is stroking it. Eliana’s hair is pulled back, chin lifted, and her eyes are closed.

She texts me: Last one with my face

A final image is texted to me. Eliana is wearing the same clothes as the picture on her knees. Only this time, she’s standing on a ski slope, smiling at the camera. She’s ready to ski down a hill as she poses.

I zoom on her face. There’s cum on her cheeks and chin. Maybe her nose, but she’s wearing ski goggles so it’s hard to tell. Eliana got a cum facial from her son and went outside wearing that cum. Looking at the background, there are plenty of other people there.

What a wonderful thought (for lack of a better term). I imagine the famous actress walking through the small crowd at the lobby and on the ski slopes. The goggles keep her celebrity status a secret. The whiteness of the snow makes the cum facial difficult to notice. The cum on her face blends with the white atmosphere.

I text back: Thank you. These will remain confidential, of course

My response is formal but I’m awestruck at the situation. I know my career and personal life will change because of this. Real iskenderun escort bayan incest. Right in the palm of my hand, as I look at the cum facial picture on my phone.

Given the time, I put my phone away. Tomorrow is busy and my mind is too frenzied to masturbate. Instead I lay on the pillow and think about Eliana with her son. The cum facial. Then I think about my own son. Billy. Would he ever do that to me? Would my son cross that line?

It’s the last thing I think about before I go to sleep.

Perspective: The Client

My therapist is more than a normal therapist. We’ve become quite close in the four weeks that we’ve known each other. I tell her everything. She tells me everything in return. For me, it’s therapeutic. For her, it’s curiosity and business.

Dr. Patterson has flashed her son around the house and I’m the only person in the world who knows about it (well, aside from her son, of course). The point is, we know things about each other that will always remain confidential. I love that. I love having a partner in crime. Someone who shares the same addictive and unholy desire for a son.

On a Saturday morning, when I have a break from filming, we meet at the local cafe. We’re having mocha drinks and pastries for breakfast, then we’re going to her office afterward. There’s still much to discuss for my therapy and her research.

I dress in cheap clothes so no one recognizes me. I look much different than what you’d normally see on film or tabloids. We speak about our personal lives and normal things, so no one hears a dirty conversation about blowjobs and cum facials, which I know Dr. Patterson is thinking right now.

Mentally I undress her as we finish our food. I wonder what she looks like naked. I think about what her son sees. Those nipples. I bet they’re pink nipples since she’s a white woman. Whatever they are, her son Billy must be obsessed by now, jerking off feverishly to mom’s prized possessions under that bra.

“Can I show you something before we go?” I say.

I take out my phone and access the gallery. Finding the right picture, I hand her the phone. She takes a look. It’s a cum facial picture from months ago.

Dr. Patterson is taken aback that I’d show her this in a cafe. The cute reaction on her face is what I hoped to see. She’s shocked, but she doesn’t put the phone away either. She wants to look at it. Of course she does.

I may have turned her into an incest exhibitionist by accident. It’s not my fault that mom/son foreplay is alluring to certain people. It’s not my fault that she has a son. Maybe it’s fate? Maybe we’re meant to become friends and share these unique experiences with each other.

Dr. Patterson writing a major report on mom/son incest could be a great thing. It’s why I’m so willing to assist however I can. Because it turns me on. Because it’ll help lots of mothers and sons with what they’re dealing with.

She closes the screen and hands the phone back.

“Why did you show that to me?” she asks.

“I wanted to see your reaction.”

“Why?”

“Because of what you told me about your son last night,” I reply.

Dr. Patterson tenses and her face turns rigid. I love these moments where I can get a genuine reaction out of her. I’m convinced that Dr. Patterson’s research has taken her to dark places. She’s already told me about the awkward sexual flirtations in her home.

She’s admitted to wearing less around her apartment. Sometimes she’d go braless. She admitted her son’s shy and horny reaction to it. As much as I’d pry for more details, she’d never share. It’s her guarded secret, which I respect, but god I’m desperate to know.

“Nice picture,” she says with a small smile.

We leave the cafe and walk towards her office and there’s light snow. The snowfall is expected to grow in the coming days, which is what the director of my new movie wants. It also reminds me of cum facials because it’s the perfect weather for such a thing.

“Tell me more about your son,” I say, while walking down the bustling street.

I talk openly and casually, despite being near several other people in the downtown area, because the topic sounds so bland to the average person. Dr. Patterson knows what I’m hinting at.

She thinks for a moment, “Would you rather wait until we’re in my office?”

“No. I want you to open your emotions in public.”

She looks ahead as she walks. “Two nights ago I was working in my bedroom, typing on my laptop without… you know….”

Dr. Patterson discreetly hand gestures to her upper body, suggesting she worked topless. The mental image makes me fucking aroused.

“Nice,” I reply. “How did that go?”

“We built up to that moment. Billy saw little things prior to that. A little of this, a little of that. But yes, he liked what he saw. Let’s just say he walked back and forth outside my room. I saw his eyes peeking. The little brat.”

I laugh. “What did you expect? You’re an attractive mother.”

“Therapists are supposed to be mundane and boring.”

I lean towards her ear and whisper. “But you have blowjob-sculpted-lips.”

The comment makes Dr. Patterson stop in the middle of the sidewalk for a second, before regaining her ability to move. It’s like she was just electrocuted. She gulps and tries to walk normal, but I know what’s going on in her head.

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((Part Two Is finally here, hope you all enjoy! Happy Reading! And yes, this was edited♥ ))

I woke Monday morning to the sound of my phone ringing. Groaning, I reached over, slapping my hand around until it connected to it, and grabbed it. Still, in a state of sleep, I dropped it on my face. “Fuck!”

Rubbing my forehead with one hand, I unlock the phone and squint at the screen to show a missed call and a text from Dayna. “Hey! I know you probably don’t want to hear but letting you know we just left for the trip and everyone wanted to tell you how much we are going to miss you and wished you were coming with us. I will text you soon! Love you!” All of them yelled “We Love you Lizzie!” then the message stopped. I sighed and grumbled a bit, both happy for them and upset at me. Dayna’s text was the same as her voicemail, so I just replied with a heart symbol and set my phone down.

I lay in bed for a while. I had no motivation to get up or move. Knowing mom and Dave were at work and Ryan was probably sleeping or gaming beings, he didn’t have to work tonight. It was quiet. So quiet it made me anxious for a strange reason. Squinting the clock on the wall, the time was 10:30 am when my bladder decided it was time to move. Swinging my legs over the bed, I slipped into my slippers and scuffed out of my room into the bathroom.

The house was still so quiet, not even a sound from Ryan’s room. I looked at myself in the mirror after washing my hands and brushing my teeth and hair, deciding today was messy bun day, and pulled it up. It was humid even in the AC.

I made my way down to the kitchen where I saw a note on the fridge from mom listing a small to-do for me. Clean out the fridge, take the garbage out, do laundry and unload the dishwasher. Not so bad. Running back up to my room, pushed off my panties, and pulled off my nightshirt to change into a black tank-top, gray yoga shorts, and my flip-flops snagged my phone, and returned to the kitchen. Popping on a playlist, I opened the fridge and pulled all its contents out while humming along to Asylum by Disturbed.

Halfway into cleaning out the fridge, I completed culling out all expired items and old takeout containers, spoiled fruits, and veggies from the crisper. Grabbing the multi-purpose cleaner, I bent forward to wipe out the shelves and bottom of the fridge so I could put everything back when a painful smack to my ass jolted me farther into the fridge, making me squeal and knock off the shelf above my head. “What the fuck!” I yelled when I felt it again, and this time I groaned. It stung, being smacked in the same place twice the second, harder than the first. SMACK. Again, in the same spot, and this time I moaned out, pressing my head to the bottom of the fridge as I expected another, but felt a hand rubbing my abused ass in gentle circles. Biting my bottom lip, I turned my head to look behind me, seeing Ryan on his knees. “What are you doing?” I asked. A mischievous grin stretched on his face when he lifted his hand and smacked me even harder than the first three. I moaned louder, my body stiffened. “Fuck..” The fire inside me ignited, making my pussy hot and soaking my panties. His hand returned to caressing where he smacked and suddenly trailed down between my legs. I felt his fingers run along with my covered mound and applied pressure. “Ryan…” I whispered.

“You’re already wet,” he said, moving his fingers up and down my covered lips. “It makes me think you like it.”

I lost my voice and could only manage a squeak. I tried to push back against him so I could get out of the fridge but he pushed me back in with his hips with a hard thrust, rubbing his fingers faster than stopped to grab my hips and pulled so I fell into his lap when I was free from the fridge. My head snapped back at him, shooting him a glare. “What the hell was…..” his lips cut me off, smashing into mine. He was hungry. His hands gripped my breasts and squeezed, making me moan into his mouth when his tongue attacked mine. He tasted sweet and minty from just brushing his teeth. It was intoxicating. My body screamed for more, but my head screamed no. conflicted by the rights and wrongs of everything that was taking place. He is my brother, and here I am, letting him feel me up and kiss me as if I were his girlfriend.

As kids, we used to play house; him being the husband and me the wife; wedding and all. Our parents thought it was adorable, and I loved it. The game lasted for years until our mom found us kissing in the playhouse we used to have in the backyard. I was 9, and he was 11. She yelled at us, but mainly Ryan, for being too old to kiss his sister like that. Our father took down the playhouse when we went back to school that year. I was more upset about the playhouse, not understanding why. As the years passed and we got older, I guess that faded from our memories, until now.

Ryan pulled his lips from mine, gazing into my eyes like I was going to vanish the second he blinked. He leaned in to kiss me again when his phone rang, stopping inches from me, and growled. Reaching back, zonguldak escort he grabbed his phone and answered.

“Hello?”

His body changed. He was agitated. Moving me out of his lap, he stood and walked out of the kitchen. Again, he leaves me soaked and unable to think. Asshole.

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Later that afternoon, I had the list complete, finishing with taking the garbage out to the front yard when Ryan pulled into the driveway. He still looked agitated from this morning. Dropping the bag into the can, I closed the lid and turned to head back inside. A strange feeling told me it was Rena who called. He never got like that otherwise.

Rena and I were close at one point. I looked at her as a big sister. Until the day Ryan called me, informing me that he was coming back home. When he told me she had cheated on him with his best friend, my heart broke for him. I knew how much he loved her.

When Ryan came inside, I had grabbed a sprite and went to the basement. It was cooler down there and the couch was softer. Turning on the TV, I flipped through the channels, finding a documentary on ocean life, Bioluminescent creatures. I enjoyed anything in the ocean. I wanted to become a marine biologist when I was in middle school and, before that, of course, a mermaid. Curling up in the couch’s corner, I rested my head on the arm while I watched.

Ryan quietly came down, startling me when he sat at the other end of the couch, leaning back with his legs stretched out, almost touching my ass. He never spoke a word but had that look like he was hurting again all over his face. My eyes met his, and they locked. He held out his arms for me and I turned, crawling over his legs to where he was and he wrapped his arms around me as I laid my head on his chest, sliding my arms around his torso. His heartbeat was fast and his breathing was heavy like he has been trying to calm himself down.

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking up at him.

He sighed, keeping his eyes on mine. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“You sure? Your breathing is off.” He smiled a little, reaching his hand down to cup under my chin, tilting my chin up.

“I’m sure, I promise.” He whispered before pressing his lips gently into mine. I accept it, pressing one of my hands to his chest to hold myself up. Our lips moved together slowly, but with a deep passion as he let a relaxed sigh as he pulled away. “Just stay with me a while.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Hmm, you won’t like it.”

“Can still tell me anyway, you tell me everything.”

“Yeah, that’s true. But, I don’t want you to, ya know. Go all Lizzie smash.”

“I don’t do that!” I snorted. Ryan chuckled and shook his head.

“Then why did you kick a dent in my truck?”

“Spider?”

“Hmm nope.”

“Beetle…”

“Lizzie…”

“Okay!, okay, okay, so what, I got mad but nothing smashed.”

“Uh, huh.” He poked my nose.

“Don’t boop my nose!”

“Just did.”

“So you gonna tell me or what?” He sighed and tipped his head back on the couch before cracking his neck and returning his eyes to mine.

“Rena called… She, she wanted to meet up at the park to talk.”

My jaw clenched, and I shifted slightly in his arms. “Okay? Talk about what?”

“About… about everything that happened. She wanted to apologize.”

“I thought she already did that,” I grumbled.

“Mhm, she did, but she wanted to while we both were in a better mindset.”

“Still makes no sense to me. She fucked up, fucked you up. Why even bother?” My temper was now getting to a boil, but I knew there was a reason.

He sighed. “She wanted to see if I wanted to get together and try to work things out so we, as in me, her, and Justin can be friends.”

“Are you fucking joking? You’ve gotta be joking… Seriously, Ryan!” He pressed two fingers to my lips to shush me, then kept speaking.

“Just shut up and listen? I’m not finished.” He growled. “I told her it was out of the question. Damage done. I’ve moved on and wanted to leave that part of my life behind me now.” He moved his fingers from my lips so I could speak.

“So you’re saying you moved on, as in you have someone else?” Part of me suddenly grew extremely jealous and hurt. These feelings that have been forming for him as of late made me want to cry at the fact he may have someone new now, and I wasn’t sure how I’d deal with it. But I tried to act happy for him.

Ryan looked at me with a soft expression and just caressed my face with his hand. “In a way yes.”

“Well, that’s vague as fuck.”

“Why so hostile?”

“Just forget about it. If you’re happy with this new person, then that’s all that matters.” I snapped, looking away from him and at the TV. Ryan picked up the remote and shut it off.

“Lizzie..”

I didn’t respond in fear my voice would crack and I’d cry. I shouldn’t be feeling like this, not about my brother. So I kept my mouth shut. Ryan shifted and pushed me

forward, zonguldak escort bayan getting me on my back with my arms pinned over my head. Keeping my hands up with one of his, he used his other to make me look at him, holding my jaw lightly. My eyes betrayed me as tears fell each time I blinked. Without hesitation, Ryan lowered himself over my body and kissed me with such urgency. My lips parted for him as our tongues met and danced, lighting the fire inside me. Soft whimpers escaped as he let go of my hands and ran his up down my body, then back up to caress my breasts, squeezing them. I opened my legs to let him get closer before wrapping them around his waist. I loved the way he felt on top of me. The heat coming off his body made me feel safe and his breath on mine was as intoxicating as his smell. He growled and grunted against my lips the deeper he kissed me. I wanted him. I wanted him in the worst and more wrong way, away a sister should never want her brother and again, the memory of us as children flashed, us in the playhouse and him kissing me before our parents found us.

Gripping his shirt, I pulled it off of him, making him break the kiss. “Ryan..” I said, trying to catch my breath. He kissed up along my neck, then back down to my collarbone, nipping and sucking at my skin. “Ry… Ryan.” I said, a little louder. He stopped and held his face over mine, locking his eyes on mine.

“Yes?” He whispered. I saw the fire in his eyes. He wanted me right now as much as I wanted him.

“Do do you remember when we were kids… When.. when we got caught in the playhouse?”

“I do. To be honest, I think about those days often. Surprised you remember.”

“Until recently, I’ve forgotten. Up in the kitchen this morning, it all came back.”

“Lizzie, where are you going with this?”

“I’m not sure.” I drew a blank in my mind.

“Well, when you remember, tell me.” He growled.

“I will.”

“Good girl.” He swiftly pulled my shirt off my body and kissed all over my chest, pushing up my bra to release my breasts, and took his time kissing, licking, and sucking each one thoroughly. I writhed and whimpered, groaning loudly as my hands ran through his hair, encouraging him to keep going. His mouth then traveled down my stomach, nipping and sucking till he reached the waistband to my yoga shorts, then stopped. He lifted off me and sat up, undoing his belt, pulled down his zipper, and took his cock out of his pants. My jaw dropped, and I glued my eyes to it. He was thick in girth, and long, about 7 inches, maybe. It was when he pulled off my shorts, following my panties, I panicked. He didn’t know I was a virgin.

I’ve had boyfriends before, nothing serious. The longest lasted about 6 months but, because I never put out, they ended up moving on to the next. I wasn’t a religious person, so saving my virginity wasn’t for marriage or anything, but myself. Giving up something to just anyone wasn’t how I wanted it to be. Being felt up, fingered, eaten out, and kissing is as far as I would let anyone go.

Ryan placed his face between my legs and slowly ran his tongue along my glistening, puffy lips. “fuck..” I whimpered. He sucked my lips into his mouth and swirled his tongue around my little bud, making my hips lift, then settle back down. With his hands, he pushed my legs up and draped them over his shoulders before returning to my pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet, Lizzie,” he growled against my clit. “And taste so good.”

“Fuck… Ryan…” I moaned. His attack on my pussy was breathtaking. Sucking my clit as his hands held me in place so I couldn’t wiggle. His tongue dipped into my entrance, fucking me, then licked back up to my bud, sucking me. “You… You’re gonna… make me cum…” I writhed and trembled the more he ate me. The fire that was inside me came to an extreme boil and a euphoric high washed over me as he made me cum. “Fuck… FUCK…. Fuuu… Ryaaaaan!” Screaming out his name as I gripped his hair to keep him in place until I lost control over my body. Until now, I’ve had no guy make me orgasm as hard as Ryan made me right now. I shook and quivered as he kept lapping my river of cum up and running his tongue up and down my clit until I came down from bliss.

“That’s my good girl, you came so much.” He whispered against my swollen clit as he looked up at me, then pressed the flat of his tongue on my sex for one last lick before sitting up. He leaned over and kissed me hard. I tasted myself on his tongue and whimpered again. Pressing his forehead to mine, he bit his lip, sitting back up. With his hand, he took his shaft and pressed his tip to the slick lips of my already quivering pussy. “Ryan!… No…” I shouted, sitting up pressing a hand to his chest to keep him still. He only looked at me, confused.

“No?”

I shook my head slowly, not wanting to meet his eyes. “No..”

“May I ask why not?”

“I’m…” I was stuck on words. How do you tell your brother who is about to have sex with you that you’re a virgin and he would be escort zonguldak the one to deflower you?

“Lizzie, you can tell me, I won’t be upset.”

Finally, I met his eyes and sighed, moving my hand from his chest. “I’m… a… virgin…”

“You’re… Wow..” He was in as much shock as I was, just for different reasons. “Lizzie.” He whispered. He leaned down to press his lips softly to mine, melting me into a puddle. “It’s okay.”

“Can we-” The sound of the back door opening cut me off, following Dave and mom talking as they entered the kitchen.

“Why is the basement door open? Lizzie? Ryan? You down there?” Mom called as she took the first few steps down.

“Fuck… Lizzie” He whispered and picked our discarded clothes off the floor. “Bathroom, come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me along into the downstairs half bathroom and locked the door. We quickly got dressed and splashed water on our faces when we heard mom at the bottom of the steps calling out for us again. Ryan then had me against the sink, kissing my neck, chuckling as he kissed up to my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back; whimpering into his lips when mom knocked on the door.

“Lizzie?”

I pulled away from him and sucked in a breath before responding. “Ye, Yeah?” I tried to sound normal, but Ryan was now biting at my neck, leaving little love bites from under my ear to my collarbone.

“What are you doing?”

“Just… Just using the bathroom.” I let out a hushed groan as Ryan had my shirt over my boobs and sucked on my nipples, flicking his tongue over and around them. “Ryan, cut it out,” I whispered.

“Where is your Brother?”

“Um.. not… Not sure at the moment. I… I was watching…. mmm… watching a movie.” I almost groaned out loud as he kept his assault on my boobs relentlessly.

“Are you okay? You don’t sound normal.” She pestered.

“I’m fine Mom.” I lied “just using… the bathroom.”

“Alright. Dinner in an hour, okay?”

Ryan then fell to his knees and dropped my pants and panties, taking my still swollen and sensitive bud between his lips and sucking on it. I nearly fell. “Fuck… yeah, okay! I’ll see you in… mmm.. soon.”

“Watch that mouth.” She scolded and left for the kitchen.

Once we heard the basement door close, Ryan inserted two fingers inside me, instantly making me grip the sink before I fell. “Fuck…” His fingers worked hard and fast inside me, making my legs quiver as his tongue circled and sucked on my clit. “Ryan… I… ooooh fuuuuuuck…” I called out. The pressure inside me exploded, and I came on his fingers, my body shaking, my breathing deep and uneven. He dragged his fingers from me and sucked them clean.

“We almost got caught again.” He said chuckling, still sucking his fingers.

“I’m glad you find that funny.”

“I did. But we have an issue.”

“Oh? I had no clue.” I retorted, rolling my eyes.

“Don’t be an ass, Lizzie.” He growled, placing his hand around my throat and applying a little pressure. My eyes went wide and my body once again lit up, even after Cumming twice in a few minutes. He took a few steps forward, making me step back against the wall. “We have an issue.” He said again but more sternly.

“What’s… The issue?” I whispered. He used the hand he had around my throat to guide me down to my knees. He let go once I was sitting on my legs and pushed down his pants and boxers to free his pulsing member. The issue. He needed to cum. I wanted to make him cum, I wanted to please him, the way he pleased me. But I waited. I wanted to see what he’d do. I enjoyed the dominance in him and wanted more. I looked up at him, my lips parted.

“Open your mouth.” He lightly growled. I complied. I opened my mouth, and he pressed his bulb against my lips. His pre-cum was so sweet, I wanted more. Moving my head forward, I took him in, swirling my tongue around as my bottom teeth light grazed the underside of his shaft, making him growl. His fingers raked through my hair and gripped, pulling me closer as his cock slid deeper into my throat, making me gag a little. “Good Girl” He praised. Opening my throat for him, he pushed deeper then pulled back so his tip with on the flat of my tongue before pushing back in. He repeated back and forth, applying more force each time. The grip he had on my hair grew tighter as his hips moves faster. The grunts and growls he was making set my body on fire. I wanted him to cum, wanted to taste him, so I closed my lips around his pulsing member and moved my head, causing him to stop pulling. “Your mouth feels so good, Lizzie.” He mumbled. Saliva ran down under my chin. My eyes watered as I kept making myself gag and choke on him. “Fuck..I’m gonna cum.” His cock became harder and twitched, then grabbed my head and held me in place as he jetted rope after rope of his thick, sweet, and yummy cum into my throat. I swallowed every drop while pulling back and opened my mouth to show him. He bit his bottom lip as he let go of my hair and pulled me up to my

feet. Pushing me against the wall, he cupped my breasts and pressed his lips into mine, kissing me with a deep passion. “I own this mouth now.” He whispered into my lips before pulling back to pick up his pants and put himself back together. I bent down to pick up my own and exhaled in content. I sucked my brother’s cock, and I don’t regret it at all.

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Up to a point, it had been a fairly standard visit to see my Dad – something I had been doing regularly for the past year or so.

He lived alone as we had lost Mum to a massive stroke fifteen years ago. Mum was only 60 when she passed. It had come as a huge shock to me and my two sisters and was a huge loss for our father.

I hadn’t realised quite what a loss it must have been for him in particular until 18 months ago when I lost my own wife to a particularly aggressive form of breast cancer. Lesley and I were both 45 at the time and we had never had children. Lesley was my soulmate and we were both highly dependent on each other. It took me about 6 months to get anywhere near coming to terms with her death.

As I did, it struck me how alone my Dad must also feel and I resolved to visit him more regularly than I had over the years. Working as an independent financial advisor, I pretty much controlled the hours I worked so it was fairly easy for me to find the time.

Of my sisters, Sarah is fifty – four years older than me and Debbie is five years younger. Sarah is a senior nurse at a hospital about an hour away. The most shy and introverted of us three, she has never married. For as long as I remember she had never even seemed to have a boyfriend. She worked long shifts and dedicated all her time to her work.

Debbie, on the other hand was bright and outgoing. Now married to Jeff, they had twin boys aged 15. Prior to settling down, Debbie had been a very free spirit seemingly having a new boyfriend every time I saw her. She had studied and qualified as a sports masseuse when younger. She gave up working when the twins arrived, though I know she still gives massages to a few friends from time to time. By coincidence, Debbie and Jeff had recently moved to the same town I was living in.

Between the three of us, I knew that Dad was now getting a visit at least every couple of weeks.

Dad and I have a somewhat reserved relationship. We both love each other very much but we’re not the sort of characters who need to demonstrate it all the time. So, while conversation flows fairly easily on my visits, it tends to follow a set pattern. We catch up on family matters, complain about the weather, criticise the U.K. government for whatever policies they have come up with recently and worry about the latest shenanigans from the Russians and Chinese.

I had just taken out teacups out to the kitchen and was just getting prepared to leave for the two-hour drive home when Dad broached a subject we really never talk about.

“So, Chris, how are you managing these days, without Lesley?” he asked somewhat awkwardly.

I was taken aback. “Well, I’m sure you’ll understand, Dad, that while I’ve come to terms with her passing, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it” I replied, starting to pull on my jacket.

“You won’t, nor should you” he said.

I started to move towards the front door, then turned to say my goodbye.

“But I meant how are you managing… you know… err… with sex” he stammered.

I was so shocked I had to ask myself if I had heard him correctly, but there was no mistake.

“Well Dad…. you know…I…well…I manage” I said, embarrassed.

“No female friend then?” he asked.

“No, Dad. I’m not ready for a relationship. Don’t think I’ll ever be, really.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather when he came back with “Have you thought about paying someone?”

where was this going? Was he really suggesting I should go to a prostitute?

“No way, Dad” I replied. “I’m not interested in finding sex without any personal connection. I’d rather just…well, take things into my own hands, if you see what I mean”.

I was now quite keen to get out of the house to put an end to this conversation.

“I understand” he said. “I was the same for years and years. Didn’t get any easier though.”

By now I had the front door open and was ready to step outside.

But Dad continued, “Then one day when your sister was giving me a massage for my aching bones, I got a bit of a boner. Embarrassing really. She noticed of course and, without saying a thing, she helped me out with a… you know… what do they call it… a happy ending.”

I just stood with my mouth wide open, but he wasn’t finished.

“She’s done it a few times since too,” he said. “You could talk to her, perhaps she’d do the same for you.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say, so I mumbled some sort of thanks and goodbye and almost fled down the drive to my car, leaving him standing in the doorway.

I leapt into the car, slammed the door and roared off down the road with without looking back. My head was spinning. Was Dad making it up? No, it wasn’t possible.

Was he getting confused? Old age starting to play with his mind? Dementia setting in? Surely not. Other than for the last few minutes, he had seemed perfectly rational.

Was it some misunderstanding or accident? Probably not, given Dad said it fethiye escort had happened a few times.

Could Debbie really be giving Dad hand jobs? It seemed so unlikely but, if she was, could Dad be right and might she be willing to do the same for me? I did quite often find myself feeling incredibly horny and, while masturbation provided some temporary relief, if was hardly satisfying.

But this was Debbie, my little sister, I was thinking about.

I won’t deny that I had been interested in the development of her body as a youngster. I mean, what boy hasn’t perved on his teenage sister at some stage. Debbie was a pretty girl who grew into a highly attractive young lady over a 12 month period when I was 21. My hormones meant I couldn’t fail to notice how her body was developing, particularly her spectacular tits. She quickly grew a pair of C-cup boobs which looked much larger on her slim frame. She also knew how to flaunt them, which soon came to the notice of just about every boy in town. It also provided me with jerk-off material whenever I managed to see her in a bikini or even, on very lucky days in just a bra. Once she left school she stopped wearing a bra, claiming her boobs were self-supporting. My ambition for a couple of years back then had been to get a view and down her shirt but it never happened. Instead, I had to be satisfied with seeing her nipples pressed up against the material.

For days, questions about what Dad had said swam in my head. In all likelihood it was nonsense but there was the possibility that it was true and that was enough to give be a guilty boner.

Then, out of the blue, Debbie called me. Jeff was away on business and they had just had a new washing machine delivered. The delivery men had simply left it on her doorstep, claiming Covid restrictions meant they could not bring it indoors, which was patent nonsense. They were probably just running late and didn’t want the hassle of carrying it through to the kitchen. Debbie would be complaining to the supplier but in the meantime the machine was sitting outside and she didn’t know what to do.

Without thinking, I said I would be there in 20 minutes to sort it out and immediately regretted it. I hadn’t given myself the time to work out what I was going to say to her. I got into my car thinking I’d just play it by ear.

I was soon at Debbie’s house and, twenty minutes later, had manhandled the washer through into the kitchen. I offered to stay and connect it up but Debbie said Jeff was planning to do that at the weekend.

Debbie had made some coffee while I struggled with the heavy machine so we sat at the kitchen table to drink it.

We chatted about Jeff, the twins and their plans for the Summer. Then, because Debbie knew I had visited Dad recently, she asked me how he was. This was my chance to bring the tricky issue up and maybe get some clarity.

“He was fine overall,” I said. “But then, as I was leaving he started telling me about…. how can I put this…the helping hand you’ve been giving him recently”.

“Oh my God!” Debbie interrupted. “He told you? He swore he wouldn’t tell anyone”.

She pushed her chair back from the table, stood up and started pacing about the kitchen. Her face was bright red.

“Christ! Has he told anyone else. I just wanted to make things better for him. For fuck’s sake, you can’t mention this to Jeff. Please Chris! He wouldn’t understand. He’d go berserk”.

Debbie was now clearly in full panic mode. Any thoughts I had of her doing something similar for me flew out of the window. I just had to calm and reassure her.

I stood up and grabbed her, hugging her to me.

“Debbie, calm down. Relax! I promise you he hasn’t mentioned it to anyone else and I’m sure he never will. Forget I even brought it up. It’s none of my, or anyone else’s, business. If you’re comfortable with it, it’s fine with me. No-one else needs to know”.

Debbie’s breathing began to slow and, after a moment or so, she recovered her composure.

“Thanks Chris. It’s no big deal for me but I know Jeff wouldn’t understand”.

I thought that was probably an understatement but decided to keep quiet. Releasing Debbie, I turned back to the table and winced as a muscle spasm ran up my back. I must have strained something moving the damned washing machine through the house. Debbie noticed immediately and asked what was wrong.

“Just a little tightness in my back” I said.

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s my fault, isn’t it. Come and lie down and let me take a look at it for you. I can do a bit of work on it”, she offered.

I was happy to accept, both because I could really feel something in my back and also, to be honest, because I was wondering if anything might happen.

She led me to the spare bedroom where she has a massage table set up and covered in a clean white sheet.

I lay diwn on my stomach while she lifted my shirt and pressed against various points on my back, establishing fethiye escort bayan where the pain was.

Satisfied, she told me she thought a deep tissue massage would help, instructing me to get undressed while she went to change as she didn’t want to get massage oil on her clothes.

A few minutes later, I was naked, face down on the table when she returned with her hair tied in a loose bun and wearing a short white smock which, despite my discomfort, I couldn’t help notice was quite tightly buttoned over her prominent tits. Despite having the twins, Debbie had certainly retained her attractive bust.

She made me point my face into the hole in the massage table and positioned my arms along my sides.

Over the next twenty minutes she went to work on me, starting at my shoulders and slowly working down to the small of my back and up again, occasionally stopping to put more oil on her hands.

It was actually the first time she had ever given me a massage and I have to say, I was impressed. Her strong fingers dug into my muscles, gradually releasing the tightness I had been feeling.

“While we’re here, I’m going to give you the full treatment” she said, moving to the foot of the table.

Suddenly, my hopes were raised as I wondered what she meant, exactly by “full treatment”.

Debbie spread some oil on my legs, then went to work on my feet, using her thumbs to manipulate the soles, heels and toes. Then she slowly moved up one leg – from the ankle, over the calf and up the thigh to the base of my buttock. While she was working the top of my thigh, I felt the fingers of one hand just brush my ball-sack. It may well have been accidental but it made me flinch just a little.

One leg completed, Debbie moved back down the table to start the same process on the other. I took the opportunity to move my feet apart a little, giving her more access to my inner thigh.

This time she seemed to spend more time on the top of the leg and her hand brushed my scrotum several times. It still may have been accidental, but the increasing possibility that it was not sent signals to my dick and made it start to swell a little.

Finished with the legs, Debbie asked how I was feeling.

“So much better. That was great”, I said.

“We’re not finished yet”, she replied and as she walked from the base of the table towards the top, she ran her hand the length of my leg, lightly scratching with her fingernails along the inside of my thigh, across my balls and up onto my ass-cheeks.

There was no mistaking that as an accident and it sent the blood rushing to my now stiffening cock.

“Roll over, Chris and let me do your front and arms”.

“Err, can you give me a moment or two first”, I asked, still a little uncertain as to how to approach taking things any further and suddenly feeling just a little shy.

“Come on, we’re both adults” she said. “We haven’t got all day. Turn over”.

Reluctantly, I twisted myself round onto my back, putting my, now almost fully erect, penis on display.

“Mmmm. Nice!” was the only comment Debbie made as she moved round behind my head, placing a folded towel under my neck and draping a cool flannel across my forehead and eyes.

Her oiled hands started to stroke across the top of my chest, gently working her fingers into the depressions above and below my clavicle. From there she moved down to my pecs, spreading the oil with the flat of her hands across my chest and circling my nipples. I wasn’t sure but this felt to me more like caressing than massaging.

Eventually her hands moved back to my shoulders and, gripping one arm with each oily hand, she slowly slid them down to my wrists, then back up to my biceps. As she moved her hands up and down, Debbie was clearly having to lean right over my head to reach my wrists.

Despite the flannel across my eyes, I became increasingly aware of movement just above my face. Then I felt something soft brush past my cheek. It gently bumped against my nose as it swung back. I tilted my head up, just a fraction so that it made more contact the next time. My suspicion was confirmed, it was definitely a nipple. Debbie must have removed the smock she was wearing and her lovely tits were now swaying to and fro above my face.

With a small adjustment to the position of my head, I managed to align my lips with the path of the nipple passing overhead and caught it with my tongue a couple of times. Immediately the movement ceased and instead Debbie pressed the soft teat down onto my lips. I sucked it into my mouth and suckled, running my tongue around it.

Debbie pulled that breast away from me and quickly replaced it with the other, which I gave the same treatment. As I gently sucked on it, I felt Debbie’s hand close around the shaft of my stiff cock and squeeze rhythmically just two or three times.

She then released my throbbing dick and took a step back, pulling her nipple away from escort fethiye my mouth.

Bending down so that her lips were right up against my ear she whispered, “If you want things to escalate, you have to take the lead”.

There was nothing I wanted more at that moment. So, when she took a couple of steps to stand on my right-hand side, I dropped my arm from the table, caught her left leg just below the knee and slowly ran my hand up the inside of her thigh from behind. This confirmed my suspicion that her smock had been discarded as my fingers moved unhindered all the way up. As they got close to the top, I felt her part her legs a little and my fingers found the crotch of her panties. I began to rub them back and forth across the cotton material, feeling the plump softness of her pussy and the warmth of her early arousal.

At the same time, I felt her fingers lightly travelling up and down my stomach between my sternum and my navel.

I desperately wanted her hands back on my cock which was aching from the anticipation of its first female touch for more than 18 months. I moved my hand up to her hip, hooked my fingers into the elasticated waist and tugged her panties down. I got them down over her thighs and they dropped to the floor. I moved my hand back to its previous location and began to massage between her legs.

Debbie responded by taking hold of my dick again and running her thumb across the head, which was by now producing quite a bit of pre-cum. She also bent forward and parted her legs further, giving me much better access. My fingers ran up and down her pussy lips and I found them getting quite wet. I was delighted to find that her whole pubic area was hairless and smooth.

Turning my hand over, I managed to press my middle finger deep into her hot honey-hole. It was wet and slippery as I started finger fucking her, soon adding a second finger to the mix.

The two fingers had just started pumping in and out of her well lubricated snatch when I felt the bulbous head of my rigid dick engulfed in the warm wetness of Debbie’s mouth. I moaned as her tongue swiftly went to work, swirling around the sensitive glans and tickling the frenulum.

This was amazing but, unfortunately, the awkward angle of my arm was making it impossible for me to continue thrusting my fingers into Debbie’s pussy and I was forced to withdraw my hand.

Debbie instantly pulled her mouth off of my cock and I was worried for a moment that it was all over. Then I felt her climb up onto the table with me. I pulled away the flannel that was still draped across my eyes to be greeted by the sight of Debbie’s ass and pussy hovering just above my face as she straddled me in a sixty-nine position.

So much for me having to lead any escalation! Her head descended and she took me into her mouth once more. This time she did not stop at the head but continued her way down until her lips were almost at the base of my solid shaft and six inches of my cock were pushing into her throat.

I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy lips apart with my thumbs and ran my tongue from her clit up towards her ass, before delving deep into the hot and sticky entrance to her vagina.

It wasn’t long before I was lapping at Debbie’s pussy like a thirsty dog and she was bobbing her head up and down my dick like a piston.

As my first sexual encounter in such a long time, it very soon had me approaching my climax. I paused my tongue work for a moment to warn Debbie.

“Fuck! Gonna cum soon”.

“No!”, she screamed. “Not yet!”

Stopping the blow job, she grabbed my dick and firmly squeezed the head, sending my impending eruption scuttling back into my balls.

Debbie shuffled herself down the table until she was kneeling over my legs. Grabbing my dick, she positioned the head at her pussy hole and sank straight down with a huge sigh. Once she had bottomed out and I was fully impaled she started pumping up and down.

I was impressed by her flexibility and her strength as she picked up the pace.

Most of the time she was working only the first three or four inches of my cock but then, occasionally she would slam all the way down, taking my full length.

The view I had of her pussy lips gripping the shaft of my lubricated dick as it slid in and out was magnificent. It wasn’t long before I knew I was about to orgasm.

The action must have been working for her too because, just as I felt I was at the point of no return, her pussy muscles started a series of strong contractions and Debbie sat down hard, pushing her ass down as far as possible into my pubic area. Her pulses pushed me over the edge and I pumped several ropes of my semen deep inside her as she sat gasping and panting.

After a minute or two to recover, Debbie raised her ass, lifted a leg, twisted to dismount me and dropped down beside the table. As she did so, a short stream of semen and her own juices dropped from her vagina and landed on my stomach.

Debbie pulled the towel from behind my head, wiped herself between the legs and dropped the towel onto my chest for me to use.

“We’d better get cleaned up before the kids get home from school”, she said, as if we’d shared no more than a gym work-out session.

“Jesus Debbie, that was fucking amazing. Thank you”, I said.

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That Friday afternoon as I sat day dreaming and ruining another pair of panties, I went against my better judgement and decided that I was going to fuck my nineteen year old son Tommy. I knew this would have to be done very carefully and with the use of great caution. Even though I was quite sure that Tommy wanted this as badly as I did, I would have to be one hundred percent positive without a shadow of a doubt. I knew this would change our lives forever and I did not want an awkwardness between Tommy and myself for the rest of our lives.

I knew I would have to very slowly seduce Tommy and almost make him think it was all his idea to get the answers I really needed. Then I suddenly remembered Tommy would be out later that evening with his buddies attending a bachelor party at a local strip club. Tommy would arrive home late and a little drunk and very horny, so I thought what a perfect time to start. I immediately knew the scenario likely wouldn’t get any better than this, so I carefully began planning for Tommy’s arrival.

A little later that night, I was still in deep thought and a good two hours into my plan on how I was going to go about getting the chance to wrap my lips around Tommy’s big dick, when things suddenly took an unexpected turn. We all know how plans can suddenly change in the blink of an eye without any prior notice whatsoever, and that’s exactly what happened as two of Tommy’s buddies suddenly burst through the door carrying Tommy, one under each arm. Tommy was shit-faced drunk and passed out cold!

The original plan I was working on just moments before had actually involved Tommy being conscious and alert and was expected to take weeks to pull it off, but without even thinking about it, I suddenly knew exactly how this new twist was about to play out! I acted as if I were very upset and quickly told the two boys to take Tommy to his room, strip him down to his underwear, put him in his bed, turn out the lights, and close his bedroom door behind them.

I was trembling all over and my voice was very, very shaky as I thanked the boys for all their help and then quickly locked and bolted the door behind them as they left. I was soaking wet and throbbing inside as I realized Tommy was drunk and completely passed out and I was going to suck that big fat fucking cock right now, right this very minute, no matter whether Tommy liked it or fucking not!

I slowly opened Tommy’s bedroom door and reached for the light switch as I stepped inside. Tommy was lying flat on his back and my big braless tits jiggled and swayed as I leaned forward and bent and carefully began easing Tommy’s underwear down bit by bit to his knees. Tommy’s big soft dick lay across his huge nut sac and the big bulbous head was stuck to Tommy’s leg. I stood and untied my robe and let it slip to the floor as I made my way back to Tommy’s door and once again flipped the light switch off.

I carefully felt my way back to Tommy in the dark and eased myself down on his bed. I found Tommy’s big dick and wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed it softly. Even while soft, the girth of Tommy’s fat cock wouldn’t allow my finger tips to touch and I wondered if Tommy’s big fence post would even fit in my mouth once it was hard! The big bulbous head was huge and the shaft was long and heavy, and the thick fatness of it was just astounding as I gently flopped it back and fourth in my hand. I quickly realized that if I was going to get all of Tommy’s big one-eyed monster down my throat, I would have to swallow it while it was still soft. I might choke to death once it hardened…. but what a way to go!

As I slipped my wet lips around the big bulbous head and sucked it into my mouth I knew this was going to be close to impossible as my mouth was completely filled and stretched to it’s max just by Tommy’s big knot of cockhead alone. Even so, I slowly began swallowing Tommy’s massive meat pole inch by inch. I gagged a little as the big head rubbed my tonsils and then pierced my tight throat but I managed to overcome it just as I felt the big head pop past the small opening of my throat and began slowly sliding down as I gulped and swallowed it!

I felt Tommy’s cock tighten and began to swell and stiffen and I quickly gulped down the last remaining few inches until my lips were buried in Tommy’s pubes and rested against his soft ball sac. I could feel the big bulbous head twitch and then began to jerk deep down within my throat as all of Tommy’s eight inches slowly became semi-hard in my mouth. I relaxed my jaw and throat muscles as best I could and tried to prepare for what I knew was coming as Tommy’s cock suddenly became rock hard and swelled to twice it’s size as I gagged and snorted and fought for air!

My lips, mouth, and throat were stretched way beyond what they were intended to allow for, and I was just ecstatic and dripping wet as I gagged and felt Tommy’s warm pre-cum running down my throat. I slipped one hand down my panties and found sinop escort my big stiff protruding clit and I gently stroked and jerked on it as I felt Tommy continue to grow in my mouth. Tommy suddenly moaned softly and I knew he had awakened as his hands found my full head of hair and he began bobbing my head up and down a little over his fat cock and slowly started pumping his huge organ even deeper down my throat.

We moaned out loud together as I sucked Tommy’s monster cock as best I could and abused my clit with my fingers. I was soon squirting and filling my panties with my warm cunt syrup as I felt Tommy suddenly spasm and thrust his hard meat even deeper down my throat and then that big cockhead jerked and began pumping me full of Tommy’s huge load of sweet sticky man jam!

As I lay there moaning around Tommy’s big dick and squirting a river into my panties, Tommy’s sweet salty seed ran from the corners of my mouth as his big cockhead continuously jerked and spurt after spurt of Tommy’s hot wad quickly filled my esophagus and began spilling over. I gagged and gulped as I swallowed as much of it as possible as fast as I could, but I could barely breath as Tommy held my head tightly to him and dumped his hot load deep down my throat.

As I lay there letting Tommy’s huge cock soften in my mouth a bit, I heard Tommy began to snore, he was out cold again, and I wondered if he would even remember any of it the next morning. I left Tommy’s underwear down around his knees and peeled my soaking wet panties off and placed them on his chest. For the rest of my plan to go smoothly, I needed Tommy to suspect that his own mother had crept into his room and sucked his big dick, sometime in the night!

Tommy was absolutely beaming when he came from his room the next morning, and I immediately knew, that he knew! He came to me and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and said “thanks mom”. I quickly replied “why whatever for Tommy?” And Tommy just said “you know mom, for everything, just for everything you do”. I smiled and felt my hairy pussy quiver as I realized without a doubt that Tommy knew I had sucked him off during the night!

Tommy suddenly said he was going to shoot hoops with the guys and quickly rushed out the door. As I turned to go make coffee I felt a heavy weight tugging at my robe. My big bushy twat suddenly gushed as I reached into my pocket and removed the small morning jar full of fresh warm wad Tommy had just slipped in there as he hugged and kissed me moments before! My sweet boy Tommy, always looking after his dear mother!

A couple of days later I had the second part of my little scheme all planned out and was growing very eager to execute it. That night after Tommy showered and shot his enormous load into the little wad jar that he left on top of the toilet tank lid for me, I was on the couch wearing nothing but my robe and asked if Tommy would come sit and watch a little TV with me. He quickly accepted as my robe was completely open at this point and my big puffy pink nipples were alert and shining like headlights! After a bit I reached up beside myself and casually flipped on the little lamp which sat there on the small end table, then I got up and turned off all the rest of the lights in the small apartment and returned to the couch where I laid back with my legs parted slightly in Tommy’s direction.

I took it very slow at first but soon I had parted my legs a little wider and as I watched Tommy’s eyes find my hairy quim I reached for the TV remote and clicked it off as well. I let Tommy stare at my thick pink pussy lips for a bit and then as our eyes suddenly met I reached down with both hands and spread my long pink fat pussy flaps wide open for him and without muttering a single sound, I looked Tommy dead in the eye and silently mouthed the words “eat me out”. I watched a second as Tommy’s eyes grew big as saucers and then I repeated myself again to make sure Tommy had read my lips correctly “eat me out” I very slowly and silently mouthed for a second time! I then quickly reached up and clicked the small lamp off and we were suddenly thrown into complete pitch black darkness! As I put my hand back to my pussy in the dark, I could feel the slick cunt juice flowing from me and spilling out onto the leather couch cushion!

In the thick darkness that surrounded us I suddenly felt Tommy’s hands rest upon my shins and he slowly slid them up to my knees and gently pushed my open legs wide apart. I moaned softly as I continued to hold my wet swollen lips open for Tommy and I shivered and jerked uncontrollably as Tommy slowly kissed his way down the inside of my thigh. As I felt Tommy’s soft lips brush lightly over my big protruding clitoris I released my thick pink lips and Tommy softly sucked them into his open mouth!

After Tommy lapped up the sweet nectar that was escaping my hairy box he found my hard stiff clit and gently licked and sucked on it as I moaned loudly escort sinop and gyrated my hips into his face. While I fondled my big tits and puffy pink nipples with one hand Tommy ate my hot hairy twat out just as if he knew exactly what he was doing and soon had me withering in ecstasy! As I held my thick forest of pubes open for Tommy with the fingers of my other hand, I could feel the build up began and Tommy suddenly shoved his tongue deep into my hairy pussy and then drug it up through the middle of my fat pink cunt lips until finally sucking hard on my huge swollen clit.

I was trembling and shivering from head to toe and my insides were jerking and convulsing uncontrollably as Tommy continued to drive me mad with his wonderful technique. Each time Tommy scooped out my sweet quim candy with that very talented tongue and then sucked my long dangling lips into his warm wet mouth, I thought I would pass out!

Tommy finally put three fingers inside my hairy sopping wet box and gently began pushing them in and out of me as he sucked my big long clit deep into his mouth. As Tommy finger fucked me faster and faster while sucking on my big clitoris with real purpose now like it was a tiny penis or something, I sprayed my sweet cunt sauce all around Tommy’s fingers and onto his face! Tommy just lay there quietly a moment afterwards with his dripping face still between my legs and resting against my thigh while I trembled and jerked and my orgasm slowly faded. To this very day it may be the best orgasm I ever had!

When Tommy finally sat up I moved as quickly as I could manage and on very shaky legs I quietly slipped away into the dark and carefully found my way to my room. Later after Tommy was in bed fast asleep, I went to the bathroom and retrieved my little wad jar full of thick goo!

Tommy and I were both very much aware that the cat was completely out of the bag at this point, but as a mother and son we were still a little wary to just openly discuss it with one another. But, I also knew that it was only going to take just a little bit longer, as I carefully thought out the final chapter of my master plan!

The little glass wad jars weren’t seeing much nightly action anymore as Tommy and I were performing oral sex on one another quietly and in the dark, always quietly except for our moans and groans and always in the dark where we could not look each other in the eye, but Tommy still continued to pump one of them full for me each and every morning before leaving for his classes.

Sometimes Tommy and I would just lay around in the pitch black dark late at night for hours and quietly play with each other. Sometimes Tommy would just finger me while I pumped his big cock with my hand. I would often squirt all over the couch but Tommy would always pull my head to that big cock when he came and blow it down my throat. Tommy would often spend long amounts of time just licking and sucking my big puffy nipples. I would hover over Tommy sometimes in the dark and let my big tits hang down in his face and he would quietly lick and suck on them. We did not speak to one another at all during our little romps together.

It was approaching late spring now and the weather had been quickly warming up a little more each day and Tommy and I decided that after being cooped up in the tiny little apartment all winter we would need to get out and go to the beach very soon.

I had a dimmer switch installed in the living room and I was ever so slightly cutting the darkness just a little at a time whenever Tommy and I played and got each other off! One night I decided to step up my plan a little as we sat in the brightly lit room watching TV and each other. My big pert tits and Tommy’s fat dick were both hanging out of our open robes and as our eyes suddenly met I reached and opened the bottom half of my robe and let Tommy watch me slowly pull two fingertips through my soaking wet cunt. While looking each other right in the eye and right under the big bright lights, I held them to Tommy’s lips as he licked and sucked them clean. Afterwards, I quickly jumped up and went to bed with my pussy throbbing like a fucking jack hammer!

The next day was a Saturday and later that afternoon Tommy and I hailed a taxi cab and set off to the beach with just our towels and a cooler full of beer. I was wearing the tiny white bikini beneath a thin white sundress and Tommy in his swim trunks and tee shirt. As we rode in the back of the taxi towards the beach I hiked up the sundress a little and reached over and placed Tommy’s hand high up on my bare thigh and quickly put my towel down over it, hiding his hand and my legs.

As we rode along chatting as usual with our eyes facing forward Tommy began ever so lightly stroking the inside of my thigh with his fingertip. I was debating on whether I should open my legs a little when we hit a big bump in the rode. My legs suddenly flew opened on their own and I felt Tommy’s hand sinop escort bayan slip further up my thigh until his little finger was resting against the thin white cloth of the crotch of the bikini bottoms. I knew Tommy could feel the thick dark pubes that were escaping the suit beneath his finger. Omg, Tommy was almost touching my pussy and not in the dark at all, but right out in the broad daylight, where we could look each other right in the eye!

By the time we arrived at the beach my legs were spread wide open and Tommy’s little finger was pressed firmly to the soaking wet material beneath it and he was ever so slightly wiggling it back and forth over my hard button. I shook and shivered all over as the taxi came to a stop at our destination.

Later that evening as we stood real close to one another in the salty ocean with the water almost up to our chest, I let Tommy gently rub my big pussy lips thru the thin wet material beneath the water, as I jerked him off into the sea.

It was a long dark cab ride back home and Tommy fingered my hairy cunt every step of the way as I held the wet crotch of the suit to the side for him with one hand and gently rubbed my big hard clit with the other as Tommy quickly dipped his slick fingers in and out of me. Just before we arrived back at the apartment I squirted all over the back side of the front seat and as we got out and the street lights shown brightly into the car, I could see it slowly dripping to the floorboard!

When we had both showered and were preparing for bed I dimmed the lights very low, not quite dark this time but still very low. I called Tommy to the couch and as he sat beside me I gently reached and pulled his face to mine and began to kiss him directly on the mouth. It was closed mouth at first but then I gently parted Tommy’s lips with my tongue and kissed him passionately before I jumped up and ran off to bed!

I awoke the next morning feeling quite satisfied that I had discovered all the answers I needed and that it was finally time to fuck Tommy! And I had absolutely no intentions of doing it in the fucking dark either! As a matter of fact I simply refused to do it in the dark! I knew we had all day and night to spend together and that at some point, I was going to ride that big fat cock while I looked my sweet boy Tommy right in the eye!

Later that night as darkness was falling I put on my robe and nothing else and then went and turned on every single light in the house. My pussy was dripping to the carpeted floor as I trembled violently and with a very shaky voice I called for Tommy to come to me. I stood beside my bed jerking inside and flowing like a fountain as Tommy entered my room wearing his open robe and I softly told him to close the door and lock it.

When Tommy turned back to me I untied my robe and let it slip to a heaping pile on the floor. As Tommy took in my totally nude body I sat on the bed and then laid back and gestured for Tommy to come to me. Tommy let his robe fall and climbed up between my open legs and hovered over me with his big rock hard dick bobbing back and forth between us.

I reached and took Tommy by the cock and pulled the big bulbous head to my wet succulent pussy lips and gently swiped it up and down between them coating the big knothead with my sweet creamy secretions. I moaned softly as I reached up with my other hand and pulled Tommy’s ear down close to my mouth and while still rubbing his big dick head up and down between my thick pink lips, I softly whispered “please be gentle with me Tommy, I have never taken anything this big before!”

It was the very first words ever spoken between us about any of it, ever since the very beginning. Tommy didn’t say anything, he just leaned into me and ever so gently popped the huge knothead into my tight wet opening. I squealed with delight as I immediately felt my tight walls close and wrap around the big knot and gently begin to pull and suck at it! My tight wet cunt wanted more and I knew Tommy was about to give it to me, probably all I could handle, and then some!

Tommy fucked me long and hard that night, I squirted on Tommy’s big dick four times and Tommy pumped six nuts into me! I could barely get out of bed the next morning and it was days before I could walk right again. Tommy fucked the shit out of me!

It has been a few years now and Tommy lives just down the street from me and is happily married with a small family of his own. Tommy has a beautiful little wife but she is so tiny I honestly fear for her life. I’m afraid Tommy is going to stab her to death with that big fucking tool her totes around between his legs! The first time I ever laid eyes on her I thought, my God Tommy’s gonna split her wide open, right down the fucking middle!

Tommy still stops by every few days and feeds me a big hot load and then fucks me down hard before returning back home to his loving family. On the rare occasions which Tommy stops by and I am out he always pumps me a jar full of his sweet wad and leaves it for his dear mother!

Lately, I have been wondering if I can take Tommy’s big knothead up my ass!

The End

This is part four of my very first story and I would dearly love any kind of feedback, good or bad. Thanks in advance.

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It was the night before the weekend, I was nervous as all hell. My hands were shaking, my thoughts were racing and I was contemplating cancelling the hotel booking. I literally had to take a Xanax to calm my nerves. Once I was finally calmed down I decided I wouldn’t cancel the hotel. I had to see if after these two years since accidently seeing his beautiful cock that fateful morning when I walked into his bedroom, and caught him masturbating if I could actually go through with it.

If all the thoughts and times I’ve spent fantasizing about him in such a raw sexual manner could possibly play out over the weekend. Would I be able to go through with it? Could I possibly let myself go sexually with him if I did go through with it? Would he be accepting to the fact of just taking me the way I fantasied he would a million times already?

I needed to find out.

That Thursday night I decided to sleep with just a pair of panties on, a very sexy pink pair of lace, cut high on my hip and snug on my bottom. It was quite revealing. That’s all I kept on, just those panties, I was topless as the day I was born. I left the door to my bedroom open and waited for him to come home from his night out with his friends. When I heard the door to the house open my heart started racing, I wanted him to see me in this form close up with just a little night light on in my room.

I heard him get nearer to my bedroom as he walked down the hallway. He has to pass my room to get to his. I pretended to be asleep, I kept no cover or sheet over me to hide myself. I was laying on my side facing the door, while my back laid flat on the bed to expose both breasts.

I heard him walk by the doorway and thought he never realized or looked in but a few minutes later he came out of his room to use the bathroom and that’s when I heard him stop at my door, a bit of time passed and he was still there, I knew he was looking at me.

I wondered if he was excited about what he was seeing and if I made him hard.

He finally went to the bathroom, wasn’t in there long then returned to my open bedroom door and again he lingered for about 15 minutes give or take and I heard him walk away. I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t feeling waves of hotness between my legs.

The next morning came and I was awake first, in the kitchen making coffee for the both of us when he walked in wearing just a pair of shorts, I could see the outline of his young cock through the thin material.

He caught me looking. I was embarrassed but acted like I didn’t know he saw me looking at it. I asked how he slept and he said “good” I asked is he was packed for the weekend and again he answered yes, I reminded him to bring his bathing suit for the hotel pool and we’d be leaving shortly after breakfast.

My bags were already packed the week prior, I filled it with every piece of lingerie I have, figured I would decide what I’d feel comfortable putting on at night around him once the night time came and we were back in the room. I left myself options just in case.

When we arrived I checked in, he was checking out the lobby and said they had a Starbucks on the corner for the morning. We arrived early and the room wasn’t ready for us yet. We had an hour and a half to kill. So I suggested we go to the pool. We took the swim suits out of the bags and the staff was to bring the bags to the room for us while we were at the pool. We changed in a courtesy room for hotel guests. Him in his swim blue swim trunks and me in a yellow bikini.

We got two chairs to lay on and I went for a drink at the pool bar, he asked if he could have one, he’s never asked me if he could have a drink before, even though I know he’s had some with his friends. He won’t be 21 until May. I said ok but only one, he wanted a beer but I got him a glass of wine instead.

After a little time we went into the pool. The water was colder than I thought it would be. It made my nipples’ hard and it was obvious, you couldn’t miss them pointing out of my bikini top if you tried. You could also see the nipple piercings I wear. I caught him looking this time. I felt a pang in my belly when I saw his eyes glued to them. We swam around for a bit, talked and drank our wine.

The pool wasn’t too crowded but there was enough people in it for me to make the excuse to brush against him often or lean my shoulder against his arm. I was touchy feely with him in the pool, touching his arms, his chest and I asked one of the staff to take our picture.

I leaned in close as if I was his girl, I had the person take a few because I like feeling him next to me and wanted it to last a little longer. The last photo I was standing in front of him while in the pool, the water was just at his waist and just some inches higher on me. He has about 5 inches on me now at least.

I pushed my back on his chest and then without thinking about it I pressed my ass on his crotch. He was hard. And I damn near felt my head spin. Did I do that to him? I must’ve I thought because no one else was on him tekirdağ escort but me. At that moment another employee came over and said the room was ready for us. That moment of sexual tension and heat was cut off. But it left my legs weak.

We went to the room and he realized there was only one bed. It was part of the plan so I acted surprised, I was afraid to say I booked it this way and let me see what I can do about getting a new room. So I fake called downstairs to the lobby when he was in the bathroom getting ready for a shower. I spoke loud enough to a dial tone so he could hear me and I pretended to complain about the one bed.

Finally ending the act with an “Ok, call me if another room becomes available. He came out of the shower with just a towel around his waist, it took all I had not to look down at him. He asked if there was another room with two beds and I said no. We are stuck with this one. He said no worries, it’s a big bed anyway. He was right because I got a room with a king sized bed. Again I was thinking ahead just in case I had a change of heart or if he was unresponsive. At least there would be distance between us.

I showered next and came out the same way as he did, with just a towel on.

He asked me if I wanted him to leave for a minute so I could change, I said very nonchalantly “Nah, just turn around for a minute. No big deal” I grabbed my things, a black thong with matching bra. Again lace and again very revealing and form fitting to my body. I made sure to drop them on the bed so he can see what I was going to put on and then took out a black cocktail dress. It fell just below my ass, it’s the sexiest one I own.

I told him to turn around and he did, I was slow in putting on my things, I had my back to him and I was deliberately taking my time hoping he would sneak a peek.

I finally slipped on my dress and told him it was ok to look now. I pretended to have trouble with the zipper on the back and asked him to help me. He did, I then sat on the bed facing him in the chair he was sitting in and put on a pair of black high heels with a strap that wrapped around my ankles.

Uncrossing and crossing my legs in front of him just enough to show the panties I was wearing. And I thought oh my god I’m trying to seduce him. I became well aware of what I was doing at that point and began questioning my sanity, but stopped when I said he’d never make the first move so I might as well have fun teasing him and I would use the situation when we were back home to masturbate to.

He was handsomely dressed in black slacks and a button down baby blue shirt.

We had reservations for dinner at an Italian place called Carmines. The place was louder than I had hoped. I wanted a dark quiet and intimate setting but it wasn’t to be. We ate, I allowed him another glass of wine with dinner and we walked the city streets people watching and checking out the sites.

I kept grabbing his hand as we walked, at first I think he was uncomfortable with it but after an hour or so he didn’t seem to mind when I reached out to take his hand as we walked.

It was after 11pm when we headed back to the hotel, that’s when I saw the hotel bar, it was very dimly lit, not crowded at all, only a few patrons and most were sitting at the bar. I suggested to him that I wanted another glass of wine before heading to bed. I told him he could have one as well since he was with me and he wasn’t driving.

We went in and sat down, I ordered for us both and we talked for awhile, I asked him about his girlfriend, and if they were serious. He said no not really, I asked if he wanted it to be and he said no. I was actually happy he said that, I think I was jealous of her.

I told him I was so happy he decided to spend the weekend with his old mom and he laughed and said I wasn’t old. It felt good to hear him say that to me, it’s true but I’m glad he wasn’t looking at me like that.

We had two glasses of wine and I felt a slight buzz, nothing crazy as I love wine and I can have more than two. I had just enough at this point to speak more freely and without inhibition.

The conversation turned more personal, I asked him when he lost his virginity, he turned red and I laughed and said “Seriously, I want to know because I think you were 18 when I noticed a change.” He said he was almost 17 when it happened. I was honestly shocked because I never realized it. Too much evidence of him masturbating in the house at that age for me to think otherwise. He said it was a one time thing and it was just some girl he knew from school.

He already knew how old I was when he was born, I was 19. But he surprised me when he asked how old I was when I lost mine. I lied and told him 20. I was actually 13, the boy was 20. I had a huge crush on him. He showed me everything during that summer, we did just about everything sexually too, even attempted anal. But I stopped him. That was something I wouldn’t get use to until I was in my later 20’s. He laughed and escort tekirdağ said I was a late bloomer compared to his generation. Little did he know.

It was now 12:15 and I asked the bartender for the tab but he said the gentleman had already paid for the drinks. He did it when I went to the bathroom. I smiled and asked if I could buy a bottle of wine for the room and he said he would have them send one up and charge it to the room number. We left the bar and went upstairs to the room. I kept the lights dimmed because I didn’t want to spoil the mood.

The bottle arrived shortly after returning. He asked when I ordered it and I said I can be sneaky just like him and I ordered it when he was in the bathroom like he paid for the drinks when I went. He started laughing.

My mind started racing again after the first glass from the bottle, I was nervous, apprehensive and incredibly turned on. I could feel my own heat. I was wondering what if anything was going thru his mind, I was constantly uncrossing my legs as we sat at the little table drinking wine. I got up and turned on some music, I found an R&B station and sat back down but I made sure to brush my hip against his arm before taking a seat.

I wanted him so badly, but I knew I couldn’t make the first true move. He had to do it, I had to know he wanted me in that way. But I was determined at this point to turn him on so much that he couldn’t resist himself. I also brought a little blue pill to assist. I wasn’t sure if I should give it to him, I struggled with the idea for the days prior when I got it from a friend. But I crushed it up the night before and when he went to the bathroom I refilled his wine glass and put it in his drink.

We moved to the sofa in the room and we started watching TV, changing channels often until he said he wanted to see what movies they had on demand. I switched to the on demand channel to view the menu. It had every category imaginable. Comedy, drama, action, love stories, you name it and it was there.

I asked him to pour me another glass of wine, I was feeling real good at this point. He did and when he finished the glass I put the pill in I poured the rest of the bottle into his glass. I asked him as I searched the movies what he wanted to watch, I kept scrolling around and I noticed they also had a few porn channels, mostly softcore stuff but you could rent xxx too. I stopped on one of the soft porn channels and laughed when I said “wanna watch this?” His laugh was nervous so I moved along.

I ended up picking out the movie, I put on Monster’s ball starring Halle Berry because I love the sex scene in it. He never saw the film. After an hour of the movie I could see he was uncomfortable and was shifting himself on the sofa. I knew the pill was the cause so I laid my head on his shoulder so I could see if I could get a better look if there was a bulge or not. There was.

The sex scene came on and now I was the one shifting uncomfortably. The movie ended and the sexual tension was thick in the air. I said I wanted to watch another one and I flipped thru the channels and left it on a soft porn channel. I got up acting like I didn’t realize what I stopped on and told him I was going to change into pajamas. We were both still dressed from the night.

I quickly grabbed and slipped a pair of pajamas, leaving the bra and panties on underneath. I peeked out the bathroom door and sure enough he was grabbing at himself as he watched the soft core porn movie. I came back in and he quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his bulge. And then said he was going to change too.

He went to the bathroom and the scene changed from the man kissing her breasts to her simulating giving him oral and all I could imagine was that it was me doing it to my son.

I slipped a hand inside my pajamas and I was soaked. I played a little with myself. I realized he was in the bathroom for 10 minutes now and I thought he was masturbating and I didn’t want him too. So I kept calling him to come back out and asking if he was alright. My interrupting him worked. When he stepped out of the bathroom it was obvious he didn’t finish what he intended too.

He sat back on the sofa and again I leaned on his shoulder once more. There was no hiding the fact that he was erect when a scene with bright lights came on the TV and lit up the room a little. He said his arm was cramping from me leaning on it so I took his hand and put it behind my neck and laid his hand on my shoulder.

After about 20 minutes I was shifting my legs onto his thigh, just short of his bulge, he began to shift as well some. He was hard and I know he wanted to just release himself in the bathroom. The combination of my teasing, the wine, the softcore porn and the pill was making him anxious to say the least.

I was enjoying watching him squirm as he tried to move in a manner so he could rub his own self against himself. He was trying hard to have his cock at least feel his shorts or something.

One scene came tekirdağ escort bayan on and the couple were fucking, I laughed and said “Damn I remember those days!” As if I haven’t gotten laid in forever. The fact was I had sex just two weeks prior. It when I took some pictures of it to leave on my iPad for him to find.

I moved my leg a little higher on him, so close to his bulge and he quickly realized it and stopped squirming. I think he was afraid he might touch my leg with it. I was hoping he would. I told him I was going to lay in the bed, and as I began to get up I deliberately moved my knee up high enough to allow it to brush over his erection. I heard a very faint sigh.

I got on the bed, propped up a pillow and watched the film from there. Once more I went to the bathroom, I was literally in heat. I never had to work this hard to get a man to just take me. But this was a different case obviously. I pinched my nipples to make them hard, I wanted him to see them in that state just like in the pool. I came out and he quick removed his hand from inside of his shorts. I knew he was stroking himself. I pretended like I didn’t notice it.

I got up on the bed and laid in the middle, I wanted no distance between us when he got in it. I left no choice for him to hide at one side. I started commenting more about the movie, saying things like she’s not that pretty, she’s not very good at what she’s doing, and it was lame acting etc. I was suggesting without saying it that I was better in bed.

I told him I was really feeling the wine and asked if he was too? He said “yeah” I told him to get in bed so he doesn’t fall asleep on an uncomfortable sofa. I got up to use the bathroom, not because I had to, I did it because I knew he was hard and I didn’t want him to feel embarrassed when he stood up. I exited quickly after making my nipples hard again and laid right beside him.

I was over acting my drunkenness’, again being touchy feely, and rubbing my knee up and down his thigh making sure to get dangerously close to his cock every time. I said the movie was so lame and I’d sooner watch the real thing instead of this stupidity. He said really? I said of course! At least you know they’re actually doing it!

He said “Yeah right, you’re kidding.” I said no I’m not and got up grabbed the remote and proceeded to rent a real porn movie. I found one titled “Pirates” I had watched it before and knew it was filled with great scenes.

I really wanted to watch a mom son video but was hesitant to search for the one name “Taboo” A movie I hold close to my heart. It was the first family porn I ever watched and I love Kay Parker. It’s why I call myself Kay on here.

He was shocked when I called his bluff and I said “See I told you!” I got back on the bed and I said you’re lucky you didn’t bet me money! He kept saying he couldn’t believe I put it on. I nervously laughed and said lets watch a little of it as a joke and we’ll turn it off and go to sleep.

The film started soon after the opening credits and he suddenly had gotten quiet. I was fearful that I may have pushed it too far until I saw his bulge again. I snuggled up against him and resumed my knee rubbing on his thighs, and every few minutes I made sure to bring it high enough to touch just the base of his balls. What was suppose to be a few minutes was now almost 20 minutes, I started breathing heavy when I saw him taking deep breaths, I was letting him know I was turned on also and in tune with his desire.

One scene came on and I said out load that the man’s cock was nice looking. I wanted him to know how much I liked cocks and said it about the other men as well. He was breathing heavier. I began rubbing my knee up and down his leg a little faster. Increasing the pace when there was something going on in the film that I liked watching and slowing down when there was no action at all. It was obvious as to what I was communicating to him without actually saying it.

A blowjob scene came on and I began to rub my knee on him again at a little faster pace. I accidently and without thinking said out loud “That’s hot!” And he said yeah. I asked him if he liked when his girlfriend did it for him and he said yes. He was giving just one word answers.

I brought my knee up and went higher past his balls and rubbed his hard cock that was now laying firm against his stomach. He let out a sigh and I stopped and left it on it without moving it, I just let my leg from the knee down lay on it. He slowly pressed his hips against my leg. Trying not to make it obvious but he was so horny at this point I dont think he realized how obvious his little movement truly was. So I slightly pressed back my leg down on it.

He was rock hard.

I really needed and wanted him to make the first move but that’s all he would bring himself to do. Every so often he would press it again my leg and I would press back right after. We were doing that for a half hour before I reached down and with my finger tip started to rub the head of it. He let out a soft moan and so I continued.

After some of this soft touching I noticed he had closed his eyes. It was apparent he was enjoying my touch more than the porn movie. That was all I needed from him at this point and so I started to rub it up and down with my palm, pressing my hand down on it as I went.

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[All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This story is entirely fictional, it is simply a twist on a few fantasies.]

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I have always considered myself normal, or at least, what I thought normal was, growing up. I’ve never had any sexual thoughts for towards anyone in my family. I had a normal childhood that much completely normal.

Being the oldest child to Colin and Marie Smith, I was named after my father. I never liked going by Junior though, so I was always just Colin. My mother was only twenty when she got pregnant. So, at least where we lived, that made her much younger than other new parents.

Growing up was normal as well. I dated a little bit during middle and high school, but never anything serious. When I graduated high school and went to college I did so single, which is where I first met my now wife, Erica.

We began to date after she volunteered to tutor me in one of my many math classes, a subject I always loathed. Despite her being a year younger than me she was much smarter when it came to math. College graduation came and went and before I knew it, it was time to get a job and start my career.

Over the next four years of our marriage, we tried to have kids. Due to infertility reasons, we never got made much progress. Over time we got complacent in our lives and began to drift apart. Erica always had a higher sex drive than I did and that sometimes led to problems, especially as we grew apart, but neither of us wanted to call it quits just yet.

Our sex life evolved to keep that spark alive. We got busy in unusual places, such as in the movie theater. We tried naughty things like wearing a wireless vibrator to a fancy restaurant; I so very much enjoyed controlling her and making her voice break when it came time to order her dinner.

Today was Father’s Day and, despite being unable to have kids of our own, we still celebrated these kinds of holidays simply, to ensure the other person knew how much we still cared for each other.

I came home from running a couple errands to an empty home. I quickly discovered the note confidently left for me on the island in the kitchen. It simply read “Ritz. 5:00 PM. Don’t be late.” in my wife’s handwriting.

To say I was intrigued, would be an understatement. I checked my watch. 2:45. I had plenty of time, so I decided to freshen up with a hot shower. Whatever she had planned likely involved something sexual, so I felt it prudent to ensure I wasn’t sweaty and stinky. My mind kept going back to the note, causing a semi every time. It was difficult, but I managed to prevent myself from jerking off and quickly finished my relaxing shower.

By the time I had dried off, it was almost 4:00. I blamed my absent and distracted mind as I cursed myself silently for taking so long in the shower. An hour to get dressed and downtown would be cutting it close.

I got dressed in record time and rushed to my car. I quickly tucked my phone in my pocket, inadvertently hitting the little silence button on the side. We had spent a few nights at this hotel, so I didn’t need directions.

As I pulled up the valet greeted me, and I exchanged my keys for a ticket stub. I made my way inside and to the front desk where I was promptly greeted by one of the many agents at the desk.

“Checking in, sir?”

“No, my wife’s already checked in. Did she leave me a key? It would be under Colin Smith.” I ask hurriedly.

“I can certainly check, Mr. Smith. Do you have your drivers license on you, by chance?”

“I do,” I replied, quickly pulling out my wallet and flipping it open, facing the hotel clerk.

“One moment, sir”, the man replied, as he strode over to the side of the desk area where there were several dozen room keys with little sticky notes. I watched as he began thumbing through the stack of room keys. I was several feet away but could’ve sworn I saw my name on the note, yet Charles continued flipping through the keys. I thought about saying something but before I had the chance he stopped and grabbed one of the keys.

“Colin sivas escort bayan Smith, here we are,” he announced as he made his way back to the front of the desk and held the key out to me.

“Great. Thank you so much.” I grab the key and damn near bolted for the elevator and press the button labeled 7.

I could feel myself getting excited for what’s to come. Fortunately, I’m alone in the elevator so there’s no one to notice my semi pressing outward from my pants. The elevator feels like it’s moving at half speed.

The bell rings and before the doors are even fully opened, I’m already out of the elevator and several feet down the hallway. My eyes scan the doors searching for 717. Suddenly I freeze as I find myself in front of the door. This is it. Time for my ‘surprise’.

I scan the keycard and hear the click as the door unlocks.

As I open the door, I notice the room is dark, illuminated only by the light peeping in around the curtain. Although it’s dark, there’s just enough light so that I can make out something on the bed. It takes a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the dim light for me to realize it is a person. Not sitting, but rather, bent over.

My eyes continue to adjust, and I realize the person is a woman. Duh, I think to myself, it would my wife in our room, of course. By now, I can tell that she is naked, or nearly so.

I find my gaze immediately focused on her ass. Covered, if you can call it that, with a skimpy pink thong. As my eyes wander down her legs, I see something around her ankles.

As I get closer, I realize it is a bar between her legs forcing them about three feet apart. My eyes wander back up her body, finding no clothing on her top half. As my gaze continues up her back to her head, her long brown hair is partially covered by headphones, her eyes covered by a blindfold. Erica had expressed an interest in being blindfolded, something about sensory deprivation making pleasure that much more enjoyable. She must’ve decided to step it up a notch and include hearing as well as vision.

I slowly continue my advance towards the bed and my sexy, nearly naked wife; my cock continues growing harder and harder by the second. I kick off my shoes, quickly followed by unbuckling my belt and dropping my pants and boxers in the same motion. In an effort to begin as soon as possible, I pull my shirt over my head, as opposed to opting to unbutton it, the way it was intended to be removed.

Now nearly naked myself, I stand at the edge of the bed. When I look down, I see the reason for the thong. No doubt it was also there to make me even hornier than normal, but the thin string was struggling to hold in a butt plug as well as a pulsing pink toy buried deep in her pussy.

I stared longingly at her toy covered openings; I couldn’t help but wonder how long she had been like this. My wife generally got very wet, but her vibrator filled hole was literally dripping, juices ran halfway down her legs, leading to a very evident wet spot on the white sheets below.

I bent over until my face was less than an inch from her moist hole. I don’t normally eat her out, but I found myself dying to taste the fountain of juices dripping from her.

As my tongue met her lips, she flinched. No doubt from the surprise, as she hadn’t seen nor heard me until now. As much fun as it would be to tease her, I found I couldn’t hold off much longer. I needed to be inside her, to replace one of those damn toys occupying her. Pulling her panties to the side, I slowly unsheathed the vibrator from her wet pussy. Inch by inch, the toy left her tight hole, Erica moaning the entire time, with a barely audible sigh of disappointment as it finally left its wet home.

I waste no time once it had been removed and place the tip of my cock between her lips. It takes virtually no time to wet my head enough to slide inside her. I try to go slow, but somehow it feels different than usual, prompting me to ram my cock deep inside her in one swift motion.

Now buried completely inside her insanely wet pussy I escort sivas paused for a moment. I was right, it does feel different for some reason. Not just wetter than normal, but also not quite as tight as I’m used to it being. Maybe the vibrator was bigger than me? I shrugged it off, far too entranced by this situation to think any further.

I begin sliding my cock in and out, faster, and faster each time. My hands on her hips, pulling her back into me as I force my shaft as deep as it can possibly go. Over and over, I pounded this sopping wet hole, feeling myself getting closer and closer. Erica continued moaning, in an ever-increasing volume. Not a normal reaction for her during sex, but whatever, I don’t mind. In fact, hearing my effects on her only serves to fuel my lust.

I feel the walls of her pussy squeeze my shaft; she moans louder than before, her body shuddering as she cums on my cock, while I continue to pound this perfect hole of hers. I slap her ass, eliciting a soft moan every time.

I can feel my own orgasm building, as I try to fight it to no avail. Only seconds later, I shove my cock as hard and as deep and let go, releasing what feels like buckets of cum deep inside her.

I gently push her hips forward, withdrawing my cock. The tip falls free and is almost immediately followed by a small amount of cum. I simply stare at Erica for a few moments, admiring the view. Plug in one hole, cum in the other. The view itself is enough to bring me to full mast quicker than normal.

Without skipping a beat, I decide to take advantage of the situation. She moans as I pull the plug from her tight ass, only to suddenly gasp when she feels my head pushing against the already closed entrance. Drenched from pussy juices and cum, my cock slips in, despite being incredibly tight.

Having already cum once, I thought I could last a while but am surprised at just how tight my wife’s ass feels tonight. Much to my dismay, I can already feel my orgasm building after only a few seconds.

I muster everything I have to prolong orgasm. I even slow my pace, little good it did as Erica begins pushing back, taking my cock deeper and deeper inside her firm, perfect ass. I reach forward grabbing a handful of soft brown hair, giving it a firm yank. Erica’s head jerks back, attempting to look back at me, letting out another moan just as I feel her hole tighten momentarily around my shaft.

I look down at my wife. Her face is still partially covered by a blindfold and headphone. Despite this, I can still make out her soft, luscious lips, with a tiny mole to the left of her lips. At that moment I let myself go as I bury my shaft in Erica tight ass, cumming intensely inside her.

My mind goes blank for a few moments, simply enjoying the moment.

Suddenly it dawns on me. Erica doesn’t have a mole.

Fuck. What’s going on? Who is this? I lean to the side trying to get a better view of this strange woman. She looks like Erica, but I now realize she looks much older. There are more wrinkles in certain areas, not much but more than my wife has, for sure. There’s a small amount of grey hair mixed in with the brown.

My now limp cock finally falls free from this stranger’s ass. I slowly stand up, looking her over once more. Still bound and unable to easily free herself, I decide to investigate further.

There’s a phone on the nightstand. I slowly walk around the bed, keeping my eyes on her for any motion, or any indication that she can see me. I quickly grab the phone and turn it on, only to be greeted by an eerily familiar wallpaper. The realization hasn’t quite set in yet. Almost without even noticing it, I swipe up and enter 0817, my mother’s birthdate. The phone unlocks.

How is this possible? Am I dreaming? Is this some sort of prank?

A million thoughts run through my head trying to make sense of the facts, even as I try to deny them and find some other plausible alternative. Two unread text messages and a voicemail are waiting. I decide to look at the texts first. Both of them from my father.

The sivas escort first reads, “Can’t wait to fuck your brains out, hun.” The second one, sent about fifteen minutes later reads “Accident at 1st and Main. I’m okay but the cops won’t let me go until I give my statement. Gonna be late.”

I go back to the Home Screen and go to the voicemail. As I tap on it my father’s voice plays. I panic for a split second before I realize the woman, my…mother, still can’t hear yet. My focus goes back to the phone, “…orry I’m running late. I’ll be there by 6:00. See ya soon, babe.”

I look at the clock on the nightstand. 5:52. Shit. I can’t be caught here by my father.

I rush to put my pants, shirt, and shoes back on and head for the door. As my hand touched the door handle, I pause. Still unsure this is what I think it is, I turn around, pulling my phone from my pocket. I should take some pictures, right? I mean, it makes sense, I gotta make sure this really happened.

I quickly take a several pics from a few of my favorite angles, making sure to capture her slightly saggy boobs, her still firm ass, and my cum slowly dripping out from both of her naughty holes. Oh, and face, or at least as much as is showing. To make sure it’s her…I think.

I grab the plug from the bed and, after getting it wet from my leaking cum, slide it back into my mother’s very tight ass. She moans slightly as her hole is re-filled.

Next, I grab the pink vibrator, doing the exact same and plug her cum dripping pussy. My mother moans once more as the toy fills her hole. I slide the thing string of her thong back over the toys, leaving her exactly as I found her. Well, more or less, I think, as I see a small amount of my cum running down her leg.

I glance back at the clock. 5:58.

6:00 was just an estimate, right? I rush to the door and into the hallway. Halfway to the elevator I hear it ding so I quickly duck into a small room housing a vending and ice machine.

Someone, perhaps a man, passes behind me. I can’t bring myself to turn around and confirm if I know the person. As soon as he passes, I make a break for the elevator hoping to catch it before it closes, only briefly glancing down the hall. I manage to glimpse someone going into one of the rooms. Room 717 to be exact.

I grab my phone and to call my wife. Four missed calls and six text messages. How the hell did I miss that? Without bothering to check the messages I proceed to call her. Erica picks it up after the second ring.

“Hey honey. What happened? I thought you’d be here by now?” she says, with a great deal of annoyance in her voice.

“Sorry, I…I…I…” I began to stammer, frantically searching for a believable lie. “I got held up with traffic and…and I saw your message late. I just got here. I’m in the elevator right now as a matter of fact.”

“Oh, that’s no fun. Well, I’m in room 522. Don’t keep me waiting long.” The line cuts off.

I press the button labeled 5 and wait a few moments before the door opens. I slowly make my way towards 522 and gently knock on the door. The door swings open as I’m greeted by Erica with both a hug and a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey. You finally made it. I figured you’d enjoy a comfy hotel bed, and we could order some room service for the night, sweetie.”

Still a bit out of it I simply nod and mumble and uh-huh as I enter the room. I immediately head for the bathroom.

“Be right back, Hun,” I quickly respond, barely managing to string together that much of a sentence.

Dropping my pants, I realize my dick is still covered in cum and pussy juices. As I try my best to wash the smell of pussy off my cock Erica starts talking to me through the door.

“I hope this isn’t weird, but I actually got the idea for tonight from your mom,” she half shouts, barely audible over the running water.

“My mom?” I absentmindedly parrot back.

“Yeah. She came by a couple days ago and said she was coming here to surprise your dad. She was super giddy and couldn’t stop smiling, saying he was going to ‘fulfill one of his fantasies.’ I didn’t want too many details and changed the topic but coming to a nice hotel for the night sounded fun.” Her voice grew louder, most likely as she moved about the room getting closer to the door.

Reality finally began to set in. I was now certain; I just fucked my mother.

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If you want 10″ cocks, women who orgasm in 10 seconds flat, simultaneous orgasms or gallons of cum then I’m sorry, but this is not the right story for you. I like to write about ordinary people with ordinary sexual appetites in slightly out of the ordinary situations. I try to keep the plot lines as near to reality as I can.

I try to keep the sex as true to my own experience as possible. I love to write about kissing, stoking, how sex feels and sex as an encounter which involves all the senses. I do like to ‘get dirty’ but only in the height of my character’s arousal. All my stories have my own experience in them, but they are not autobiographical.

This story is about the effects of menopause on a loving man. The lead up is part autobiographical in that my mum had a really bad menopause. It was incredibly tough on her and I’m not belittling or ignoring that. I wanted to spare a thought for the loving partner, my dad. That’s as far as reality goes, the rest is fantasy.

This part 2 of a series. You probably ought to read part 1 first.

No one in this story is under the age of 18.

Constructive feedback welcome. I am from UK, so UK spelling applies. Thank you for reading my story.

Prologue

Part 1 of this story left me in bed thinking about how I had just been ‘used’ by my dad. I was relatively OK with everything that had happened except what to say to my husband, Bob. We had done some winging in the past so I was reasonably confident he wouldn’t be upset by the principle of me having sex with another person, but I could not be certain, and I was unsure how he would react to the person being my dad.

I left my parents’ house with everyone in bed and I went to work. That night, after dinner, I poured Bob a generous glass of his favourite red wine and settled down to ‘spill the beans’.

Act 1 — Confession time

“Bob there is something I need to tell you.”

“Sounds serous Maddy, don’t tell me you and Karen have fallen in love and you are leaving me.”

“You must be psychic, but er …no , it is more serious than that. Our plan backfired last night.”

“What? I’ve fallen in love with Karen and I’m leaving you.”

“Bob, I’m sorry, but this is serious.” I proceeded to tell him everything.

“So, you screwed your dad.” He summed up.

“Well actually more like he screwed me, but yes, the same end result. I am so sorry Bob; I didn’t mean for it to happen and maybe I should have stopped it.”

“No maybe about it, Maddy.”

“I’m sorry, Bob, what do you want me to do?”

“My brain is mush Maddy, let me think about it. I am going to drink this glass of wine before I say anything more.” I loved this about Bob, he was so very thoughtful and logical. He never rushed to judgment.

Finally, he said, “OK, I want to say a few things. I think you should have stopped him, but you didn’t. On the other hand, I accept that it was my idea that got you into the predicament. I love you but I don’t own you. It doesn’t bother me that another man has had his penis in you, I don’t own your pussy either. If you don’t feel bad, then neither do I. I do think you need to talk to your dad and soon, if I know him, he is beating himself up as we speak; partly deserved but partly brought on by us. Lastly that was one of the most erotic stories anyone has ever told me. I wish I’d been there.” He finished with a huge smile.

I burst out laughing, trust Bob to lighten the moment. He was making a joke but I looked into his eyes, actually he meant it. “You bloody pervert Bob. You weren’t joking, were you?”

Bob beamed a huge grin, but didn’t answer. “Now phone you dad and get him round here for a chat.

“OK, we can meet at the coffee shop in town.”

“If I were you, I would get him to come here. You don’t want anyone to overhear your conversation. You certainly don’t want to bump into anyone you know while talking. You won’t be able to guarantee your mum won’t be around at her house. The only place you can guarantee urfa escort peace and quiet is here”

“Got it all worked out, haven’t you?” I smiled and picked up my mobile phone. Dad sounded very relieved, and we agreed he would come around the following night.

Act 2 — The chat

“Your dad’s here,” Bob shouted from the hallway. Then it dawned on me that Bob and I hadn’t agreed for him to be out somewhere while I had my private chat with dad. Too late.

Dad walked into the living room looking slightly confused and nervous in Bo’s presence. We had been making small talk for a few minutes when Bob announced, “I’m going to make us some nice refreshing G I wanted my dad.” It scared me slightly.

Dad suddenly stopped kissing me and I realised Bob had just walked back in. “I see you and your dad have reached an understanding then.” He quipped. Dad looked really uncertain and he looked like he was going to get up. My hand was still on the back of his neck, and I leant back into the sofa pulling him with me. I his face almost fell on mine and I searched out his lips with mine. I retuned my tongue into his mouth. Dad still felt bit distant, so I took one of his hands and placed it on my breast. I softly moaned into his mouth as encouragement. It worked; he went for it.

I slumped down the sofa as dad and I worked each other’s faces. I was so turned on French kissing my dad while being watched by my husband. My legs naturally opened, and I imagined Bob looking up my skirt, probably able to see my black lace knickers. I fantasied that he could see a wet patch forming as I was certainly getting wet. It felt like my dad’s tongue was halfway down my throat, it wasn’t of course but he was certainly getting very animated.

I was so aroused I pushed my t-shirt and bra up so dad could access the soft skin of my breasts. I wanted him to touch them. He obliged and stroked the curves of my breasts. At first, he tortured me by avoiding my nipples, which sent me crazy. I wanted my nipples brushed. Finally, he brushed one of my nipples, I moaned into his mouth and my pelvis writhed. I started rubbing the outside of his jeans and could feel his cock growing. I imagined it back in me and I moaned again into his mouth. We lay like this for some time, kissing like teenagers, dad stroking and tweaking my breast and me rubbing his cock with increasing pressure. All the time I could picture Bob watching us.

Dad pulled his zip down and flicked open the button on his jeans. I knew exactly what he wanted, and I pushed my hand into his pants. I felt the softness of his foreskin and touched the shiny smoothness of his helmet. My hand roamed and I ran my fingers through his pubic hair. I dug deeper and stroked his ball sack. His hips were moving against my hand trying to gain more friction my hand on his shaft. I continued to tease him confident Bob could see my hands moving in my dad’s pants.

Dad’s hand became more urgent on my breast and he squeezed it. I knew he wanted me to take hold of his shaft. I withdrew my hand and pushed his jeans and pants down to free his cock. He helped by raising his bum. I took hold of his shaft and dad sighed into my mouth. I slowly wanked him loving every second especially the thought of Bob seeing my hand on my dad’s cock. I wanted him to see me explore every bump, every vein. I wanted him to see me pull back my dad’s foreskin and reveal his helmet.

I was doing this for Bob but, of course, it was turning my dad on. His cock was rock hard, and his hips were rising and falling (small movements) in time with my slow steady wanking movement. I couldn’t see Bob, but I knew he was watching. I could almost feel the laser stare on my small hand as it worked my dad’s cock.

I wanted to make it smoother for dad and dirtier for Bob. I took my hand off dad’s cock and pushed his head away from mine. Dad looked at me curiously. I starred right into his eyes, brought my hand up to my mouth and spat into it. urfa escort bayan I resumed wanking his cock all the time staring into his eyes. The expression disappeared from his face as my sloppy hand worked his shaft and helmet. He went back to kissing me and playing with my breasts.

His cock was slick with my spit and his precum. Bob must have a raging hard on by now I thought. Watching my sloppy hand wank my dad’s cock from base to head. Pushing and pulling his foreskin over the edge of his helmet. I was so engrossed in putting on a show that at first, I didn’t feel my dad’s hand leave my breast. I felt him pull my knickers to one side and slide his finger up and down my wet labia. “oh fuck” I moaned into his mouth.

All of a sudden, I wanted to be naked. I wanted all of my body explored by dad and more than that I wanted Bob to see me. I wanted him to see my dad explore me and I wanted him to see how hard my nipples were and how wet my pussy was. “Take my clothes off, dad.”

My dad sat up and I followed. He pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. My long hair flopped back over my face, but I didn’t clear it. My dad reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I didn’t want to help. I wanted my dad to unwrap me and I wanted Bob to see me slowly revealed by the man who was about to make love to me. After a little bit of fumbling my dad unhooked my bra and my breasts fell forward. My dad sat back slightly to admire his handywork. He stroked my shoulders and moved both hands down to gently stroke my breasts including my nipples. I looked through my hair and saw Bob for the first time. He was leaning forward on the chair concentrating on dad’s hands. Watching their every move as he glided across the smooth soft skin of my breasts.

Dad’s hands worked their way down exploring my tummy and belly button as they went. They got to my hips and he unzipped my skirt. This was my cue to lean back into the sofa and raised my hips. He pulled my skirt off and dumped it on the floor. He used his hand to push my hips back onto the sofa. He wasn’t going to take my knickers off yet. He stroked all around my knickers especially my inner thighs. He was staring at my lacy knickers. This was so erotic, by legs moved apart. I wanted him to see everything.

Finally, he pushed his hand into my knickers and through my pubic hair. Moving southwards, he was getting close to my clit. He brushed over my clit and used two fingers to slightly spread my labia. They were soaking wet as he moved his fingers up and down my labia. I could feel the delicious movement of his fingers. The total lack of friction. The smoothness of the action. My hair was still in my face as I stared at the ceiling, luxuriating in this feeling. My legs were open, and I knew Bob could see my knickers rise and fall as dad’s fingers rippled up and down my labia.

I moaned again and dad slid his two fingers into me. My hips automatically rose up to meet his fingers. Bob knew that I had my dad’s fingers in me. My hips were off the sofa and were slightly jerking moving my dad’s fingers in and out of me. With a bit of difficulty dad used his free hand to pull off my knickers. I had to close my legs a bit so he could get them down to my knees. I didn’t want dad to take his fingers out of me, so we stayed in that position. Me lying back, hair in my face, legs nearly closed with dad’s fingers working in and out of me. Then I felt two more hands gently pull my knickers down my legs and off. Of course, it was Bob and I rewarded him by opening my legs as wide as I could get them.

I wanted dad and Bob to see every fold of me. Every part of my glistening pussy as my dad’s fingers slowly slid in and out. Dad’s other hand resumed touching my breasts. He wasn’t stoking and caressing now, more like massaging and squeezing. My hips continued to move in time with his movements. My hand reached out and I found his cock. He moaned as I pulled his foreskin down and then pushed it up over his helmet. escort urfa I spat on my hand again and resumed wanking him. It was so slick that it was making liquid noises at the top of the stroke as his foreskin bunched together. My mind drifted back to Bob watching his wife being fingered while she masturbated, her dad.

All of a sudden, my mind decided ‘enough foreplay’, I want him. “Make love to me dad.” I implored him. He disengaged and stood up. His eyes never left me as he stripped in 5 seconds flat. I could just make out Bob through my hair. He had his cock out and he was wanking himself. My bum was on the edge of the sofa with my legs spread and my feet on the floor. Ideal position for dad to enter me on his knees. He was naked as I saw him kneel down between my legs. “Are you sure this is what you want, Maddy?”

“Yes”

“Tell me what you want.” He replied

“I want you to make love to me. I want to feel your hard cock move in me. I want to feel your body on me. I want to smell your sweat. I want to look into your eyes when you cum in me.” I had not rehearsed this, and I don’t know where it came from. I normally don’t talk dirty unless Bob asks me too. Maybe I was doing it for him. I saw dad look round at Bob and I think I saw Bob nod. This was it. No going back now. My dad was about to slide his very hard cock into my wet and willing pussy.

I felt the electricity as he slightly pushed the head of his cock between my labia. He didn’t push into me anymore but gently moved his cock up and down my pussy lips. My lips slid out to accommodate him and then back as he ploughed a furrow up and down. My lips were wet with my honey mixed with his precum. This was a lovely feeling and I wanted more of it, but more overpowering was the instinct to make love. As he passed the entrance to my pussy, I raised my hips to engage the head of his cock. He took the hint.

Dad slowly pushed into me. I felt all of his helmet in my entrance. Then I felt the ridge on his helmet work its way onto my pussy. My pussy closed behind his helmet and I felt his shaft work its way past my labia and into me. He pushed all the way in, and I felt our pubes mash together. He pushed a little harder into me and my body and head moved up the sofa. He pulled all the way out and my body and head relaxed. He did this a couple more times. Each time he bottomed out I made a little ‘umpf’ noise.

My dad was fully in me when he stopped. He cleared the hair from my face and leant in to kiss me. It was a lovely soft but sexy kiss. If Bob could see our heads, he would have seen our lips part occasionally revealing our tongues exploring each other’s mouth. I know this was completely wrong, but it felt so right. The man who I had loved every day of my life had his hard cock in me and was kissing me sensually. It shouldn’t happen but it was the consummation of our love. I felt so warm and loved. Dad eased off me and whilst gently making love to me (long slow stokes) he touched my body. He drank every curve of me with his eyes as they followed his hands around my torso.

I let him do this without responding. He was soaking up the sights sound and smell of a woman close up and personal. He never seemed to tire of stroking me, exploring my armpits, the underside of my breasts, my belly button, my shoulders all of me. The world went very quiet as he explored me while continuing to make love to me. He was making up for 3 years of no physical contact. I let him take this from me as I concentrated on his wonderful cock reaming out my pussy. I love this type of rhythm. Slow sensual all out and all back in. I love the way my pussy closed when he left and was pushed open again as moved his shaft deep in me.

Dad had been staring at me for sometime, I felt warm and loved. As close to this man as I had ever been. At that moment in time I wished every dad and daughter made love at least once in their lives. I snapped out of it, it was a stupid thought and actually all this staring was becoming dangerous. I didn’t want us to get too romantic. I was his daughter not his wife. I was here (lying on my back with his cock filling my pussy) to help him not start a lifelong incestuous relationship. I need to break the spell. “Can we go on the floor I want Bob to watch me ride you.”

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Short Story

Not boyfriend/girlfriend – a different dynamic

Backstory minimal – typically incest starts early with dark origins – not permitted here

All over 18

She sat with her head pressed tightly against the window. The cold glass a relief and the physical sensation a welcome distraction. It calmed her. The seat next to her was too small for the person occupying it. She twisted and positioned herself blocking those around her and her surroundings as best as she could. She watched the eerily tranquil and serene snow covered landscape drift by. This white beauty was fleeting and temporary she knew. The snow could pristinely blanket the most hideous, most ugly or sublime. It had the power to mask horrors if only for a little while. She was enthralled by the snowy slopes of the mountains she saw in the distance. Finally, at the end of her journey, she arrived at a doorstep frozen with her suitcase in tow.

A guy answered the door and regarded her with glassy eyes. She repeated her older brother’s name a couple of times and he pulled the door open wider to let her in. When she stepped in the foyer there were two other guys sitting on a sofa in front of a table with miscellaneous items on it. They stared at her. If it wasn’t for knowing this was the correct address she would have walked away immediately. She said her brother’s name a third time and the person who answered the door headed upstairs. She was so tired. She removed her coat, pulled her suitcase around and sat on it not daring to enter further into the house. She was exhausted and hungry.

She heard loud voices then saw her brother descending the stairs. She had seen his pictures on social media but to see him in person was heartstopping. Him seeing her had the same effect she could tell. He looked astonished. She had completely blindsided him. She gasped and put her hand over her mouth and started crying. He took a few steps toward her and opened his arms for a hug. She jumped up and flew to him burying her face in his chest.

“This is unbelievable. I hardly recognized you as you have grown so much. Happy eighteenth birthday,” he whispered.

“You remembered?” she responded.

“Of course. You came all this way just to see me? What a harebrained thing to do. I would have come to you,” he explained. He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her harder. He reached for her suitcase, took her hand, and headed samsun escort for the stairs. He said something to the guys and she heard the word ‘girlfriend’.

“You told them I am your girlfriend?” she asked.

“Yes. It is easier that way. Told them you tracked me down,” he said smiling. They shouldn’t hit on her if they think she is his girlfriend he thought to himself.

“I’ve kept up with you through your friend Amy. I know you have been cared for,” he declared.

“Those are your bandmates?” she asked. She didn’t want to talk about Amy.

“Yes. This place belongs to the drummer’s family. It’s a second, third home, or something like that. They let us stay here during the winter,” he stated. He put her suitcase under his bed and she sprawled out on his mattress with a sigh. He went to the doorway and watched her.

“Before you pass out, there is a Trattoria around the corner. Put your coat back on and I’ll carry you piggyback. We can get something to eat. Your shoes are really sad. You need something warmer.”

When they got back she made a beeline for his bedroom and crashed on his bed fully clothed. At some point during the night she awoke hazily to feel a warm body under the covers spooning her. She was in one of his shirts. She had been so worn out she did not remember him undressing her or putting a shirt on her. She pulled his arm tighter around her, scooted even closer to him, and half asleep he pressed himself flush to her. She could feel his hard length against her and she grinned.

She rolled partly on her stomach and he followed grinding his dick against her. His hand had traveled below her stomach and his fingers moved underneath her panties on her mound finding her clit. She buried her face in the pillow to silence her moans as she came. He pulled her panties down as she maneuvered her hips and with his hand worked his dick inside her. She was so wet. He was fully awake now breathing hard and thrusting back and forth claiming her. She felt so full and with the sensations of him moving inside her, she came pressing her face again in the pillow. After a few more thrusts, he buried his dick deep, grunted and creamed inside her. He pulled her tightly to him and nuzzled her neck. After his dick softened and fell out, she pulled her panties back up. She needed to get up and shower but it was so intimate and warm under the covers with him, she fell escort samsun back asleep.

Their family had been split apart years ago. She was much more fortunate than him. The couple who took her in were very strict but offered stability and safety. Her brother went his own way quickly however and wound up wintering in this wet, cold, mountainous country. She still did not have her own social media account however determined his current location through Amy. Her friend advised her to notify him of her plans but she wanted to surprise him.

When she awoke, he was already gone from the room. She discovered the bathroom and got ready for the day. She had no desire to go downstairs so she remained in the bedroom. After a while, he ventured upstairs to check on her.

“Come on. Let’s go out. Jump on my back and let me carry you again til we get some boots for you. Your feet will freeze again if you walk on the roads,” he said as he grabbed her hand. She lifted her face for a kiss and his lips tenderly met hers. The kiss became more passionate and his tongue searched hers. He eventually pulled back.

“If we don’t go now we won’t leave this room all day. I want to show you something,” he said.

They left the town on a bus and she was so excited and content just to be alongside him. The scenery was breathtaking. The stark contrast between the intense blue sky and the whiteness of the snow made her wish she had a pair of sunglasses. The snowfall left white streaks on the irregular walls of rock around them giving off a beautiful light when caught by the sun. In her mind she was decorating each tall snow covered tree with red ribbons and shiny ornaments. They arrived at the base of a mountain and she realized her brother was going to make her get on the chairlift to ride to the top. She wasn’t dressed sportive and colorfully like the skiers but she was warm enough with her coat and new boots. The view from the top was stunning. They walked along the crest and stopped at the cafe for coffee.

While sitting at the table, she heard someone greet them. She saw the look on her brother’s face, turned around, and realized it was one of the guys from the house. Her brother looked tense.

“What do you want Stefano?” her brother asked.

“This is your sister isn’t she? You told us about her one time but I think you don’t remember. Flavio isn’t happy. You should go,” Stefano samsun escort bayan responded as he walked away.

“Hey. Look at me,” her brother pleaded with her. He had grabbed her hand on the table.

“Don’t get upset, please. What time is your flight tomorrow?” he inquired.

“11:15 in the morning,” she said with a shaky voice. She was trying so hard not to cry. She wanted to find a dark closet or space to hide in but there was nowhere to run. Panic was rising inside her and she was beginning to feel like she couldn’t breathe. Her skin was starting to crawl.

“Look at me, please. I am going back with you to the states. It’s ok. Calm down. Breathe,” he begged. She closed her eyes and squeezed his hand hard. She kept repeating in her mind he is coming home. It was taking everything she had not to fall apart.

“There is a cable car we can ride down the mountain. We’ll grab a bite to eat but then head back to the house as I have to make a good number of arrangements and speak with Flavio. I’ll let him know we are leaving before dawn,” he said as he was standing up.

When they arrived at the house, she ran straight up the stairs. She stripped off her clothes, put on one of his shirts, and crawled under the covers. She heard arguing and loud voices downstairs. After a while, he came in the room carrying a few empty boxes. He joined her in the bed and hugged her. His hands pulled up her shirt and she rolled on her back. His lips moved from her lips to her nipple. One hand was squeezing one tit and the other hand was cupping her tit as he sucked. He slid down taking her underwear with him. He spread her legs and placed his mouth on her pussy. She reacted instantly. She had shaved her pussy in the shower that morning. Feeling his warm, wet mouth and tongue licking and sucking on her pussy was driving her wild. He stuck his tongue inside her. She circled her finger on her clit and climaxed. He raised up unzipping his jeans pushing them and his underwear down and penetrated her. He was pistoning back and forth then came inside her. After a while, his mind focusing on making plans, he powered up his laptop. She turned over and slept. She woke one time when he was carrying boxes downstairs and then again when he was fucking her a second time that night. “I love you,” he murmured to her after he ejaculated inside her.

They rose at 4:00 am. When they left the house, she had her purse and suitcase and he had his instruments and a backpack. The boxes of clothes he hoped the guys would ship to his friend’s house. The house was in the same city as his sister where he would be staying til he got a job. He already wanted her again. He planned on finding his own housing as quickly as possible.

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People look at me and think there’s a guy that has his shit together. A big house, a luxury sedan in the garage, a hot wife. I have all of those things thanks to a successful career in finance. And up until recently I, too, thought I had my shit together.

Having just turned 50 I was exactly where I wanted to be in life. Money was no longer a worry like it had been for so long. My “hot” wife and I were still together and strong after nearly 30 of marriage. We had two kids who had both grown into fine young adults. Our son, Tyler following in my footsteps and pursuing his degree in Finance from one of the best business schools in the country. Our youngest, Madelyn, we call her Maddie, is finishing her freshman year of college and hoping to become a nurse.

As for most people, the last year or so has been rough for both myself and my family. The pandemic, and the lockdown it caused wreaked havoc on the balance we had in our lives. And it was during lockdown that my troubles truly started.

In March of 2020, my wife, Anne who is a successful business woman in her own right, was in London for work. She was attempting to close a deal with a client there that she had been working on for over a year. Tyler was away at school, and Maddie who had just turned 18 the month prior was heading down the final stretch of her Senior year of high school.

It wasn’t a new thing for it to just be Maddie and me at home for stretches of time, and it had never been a problem. But this particular time, right on the cusp of the pandemic and lockdown things got interesting.

Ever since I was young I have had a thing for college aged girls. Which was fine, especially when I was in college myself. But as I aged my taste stayed the same, and I very quickly found myself encroaching on dirty old man territory. It was never really a problem though. I would, maybe take a second glance if I saw a pretty young woman on the street or in the mall. But who doesn’t? I never acted on anything and had always remained faithful to Anne.

It only started to become a problem when Maddie hit that sweet spot age. I had never really thought about it, before. She was my daughter, my flesh and blood so I just kind of assumed me predilection for 18-22 year olds would just kind of skip her. I was very wrong.

Maddie, had always been cute and I’m not just saying that because I’m her father. But as she got older the cuteness turned to beauty. She only stood about 5’5, and maybe she was a little, what some people would call thick, around her middle but she carried it well. She had been letting her thick black hair grow out for most of her senior year of high school so by March it was down to her mid back. Her wavy hair perfectly framed her still innocent face with her freckled nose and cheeks.

It was the first Friday night of March when I first noticed something different. I had just gotten home from work, and was looking forward to unwinding with a nice glass of Scotch in my favorite chair, after a long week. When I got into the house, I found Maddie in the kitchen totally lost in something on her phone as she stood in front of the refrigerator with the door open.

“Is it too hot in here for you?” I asked, jokingly as I passed her by on my way to where we keep the liquor.

“Wha? Oh, sorry,” she said, softly as she barely escaped the trance transmitted by the phone long enough to shut the door to the refrigerator.

“Interesting article?” I asked, already knowing that whatever she had been looking at was nothing of much value.

“Tommy’s such a jerk,” she said in a huff. “He asked Amber to Prom last week, and today he dumped her because Brittany said she would go with him.”

I know a lot of parents complain about having to pry information about their teenagers lives out of them. I’ve heard from others how they have to battle with their teens just to get the slightest sliver of news from them. I have never had that problem with Maddie. She has always been an open book, ready to prattle off the latest goings on even when nobody asked.

“Who’s Tommy? And are you even friends with an Amber?”

“Tommy is the quarterback of the football team, and no, I’m friends with Brittany. She’s in my Calculus class and we study together sometimes.”

“So you’re mad because your friend gets to go to prom with the quarterback instead of some girl you don’t know?”

“Well yeah, you don’t treat people like that…”

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Maddie had always had a strong moral compass and the older she got the more it showed.

“You’re a good girl, Maddie. Don’t let the world change that,” I advised as I poured myself a much needed glass of my favorite Scotch.

“I won’t, Daddy,” Maddy said, before turning to go back to her room.

It was then, that I sensed the first hint of trouble waft across my cock. Maddie hardly called me Daddy anymore. Usually I was just Dad, but occasionally she would slip. Normally I just found it cute, even comforting. I would take it as rize escort a sign that I wasn’t completely losing my baby girl. But that night in the kitchen hearing her sweet, now more mature sounding voice, climb a register to call me Daddy. There was something innocently lewd about it (if that can even be a thing), and how much it turned me on, surprised me.

I tried not to think too much of it. Anne had been gone for almost three weeks by that point. I was horny, and lonely, anything would have gotten me aroused. Right?

The night progressed as usual, Maddie hanging out in her room doing God knows what, while I lost myself in an old movie on television while nursing my drink before finally turning in for the night.

The next morning I awoke to my cell phone ringing. It was Anne, and she wasn’t happy.

“What do you mean another two weeks?” I asked, after she had explained her situation. “I thought you were supposed to be done on Wednesday?”

“I thought so too. But Bradshaw is being so stubborn,” Anne replied, anger evident in her usually calm voice. “He said we can’t leave until the deal is finalized, and the Peterson’s seem to be having fun making a circus out of the process.”

“Well I guess you have to do what you have to do,” I said, resolutely. “I miss you babe, but you’ll be back before we know it.”

“I miss you too hun,” she said sadly. “But when I get back please have…”

“The biggest bottle of White Wine known to man chilled for you.”

“You know me like a book,” Anne said.

“Call me tomorrow?”

“Always.”

Damn, I missed her. If I knew then what those two extra weeks would have meant I would have gotten on a plane and been in London with her the next morning. But that’s hindsight for you.

After the phone call I couldn’t go back to sleep. I looked at the time and sighed as I saw it was only 7:00AM. I hated that I couldn’t sleep in, even on my days off. I knew Maddie wouldn’t be up for hours, lucky her with her ability to sleep late into the morning. The realization that Anne being away for two additional weeks meant no sex for that long soon dawned on me. I sighed again, and I swore that my cock gave a sad twitch in my boxers.

My mind quickly drifted to thoughts of sex. The blowjob Anne had given me the night before she left. The blonde 20 something barista at Starbucks, with the cute little ass and perky tits. Before long, my hand wandered down to my cock, and I began idly stroking it. I began to picture that barista, Tiffany, I think her name is, naked sprawled out on the bed in front of me. I bet her pussy feels wonderful!

My cock rose to full mast, as I pictured what I would do to the young, lithe body given the chance. Soon, I was so sexually worked up that random pictures started running through my mind. Like one of those horrible compilation porn videos you see on free sites. Visions of Tiffany sucking my cock soon turned to memories of Anne in college. How her hour glass figure had looked when I would fuck her doggy style. The feel of her taught white ass cheeks in my hands as I wildly fucked her drenched pussy.

Without warning, visions of Maddie flashed through my head. Her innocent freckled face, and long dark hair that reminded me so much of Anne’s when she was that age. The way her breasts filled out the tight tank tops she loved to wear so much. They always looked so firm and supple. I should have released my cock right then. I should shaken those pictures out of my disgusting mind. But they were turning me on so much. I felt my cock twitching, I couldn’t help but just roll with it.

“Oh baby,” I whispered softly in the empty room.

I pictured Maddie topless, standing in front of me. The pair of tight jean shorts she had on the night before, hugging her hips and ass. I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands down her sides, and free her from the tight confines of those shorts. I remembered the way she had called me Daddy the night before. I imagined her repeating that word as I teased her skin with my fingertips and lips.

That was all it took. I came fast and I came hard, the entire time picturing my 18 year old daughter naked, calling me Daddy. My body shuddered, and eyes clinched tight as one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had over took me.

But just as quickly as it had started the sexual high passed. And I was left with knowledge that visions of my daughter had just brought me such sexual pleasure that I could have passed out.

I should have felt guilty, but I didn’t. Thinking of Maddie in that way had always been off limits. But there was something about it that made me feel more alive. And besides, nothing actually happened, it was all in my head. Nobody besides me would ever even know.

I went about the rest of that day like nothing had happened. When Maddie came downstairs for breakfast about 11, she gave me the usual morning peck on my cheek as I sat at the kitchen table paying bills on my tablet.

“Good morning, escort rize princess,” I said, as I looked up at her. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine,” she said, casually as she got a cereal bowl out from the cabinet.

I looked at her for a moment. She was wearing one of those spaghetti strapped tank tops again. This time it was a light blue, and ended just under her large breasts, leaving her stomach and lower back totally exposed. Her black shorts hugged her supple ass, and were short enough to show off her long, smooth legs. She really was quite sexy.

“Have any plans for today?” I asked, trying to keep a conversation going.

“No, Brittany has to do some family thing, and Lauren is hanging out with her boyfriend, again,” Maddie sighed in frustration as she poured her cereal into the bowl.

“So Brittany has Tommy, Lauren has a boyfriend. Any boys on your radar?”

I didn’t usually pry into my daughter’s personal life. Anne and I had raised her to be strong, and she had a good head on her shoulders. I trusted her, and she never did anything to make me doubt that trust. If she had something to share, I knew she would. But this particular day I was feeling frisky.

“Eh,” she said. “Boys my age are stupid.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said with a little chuckle.

“Did you talk to Mom this morning?” she asked, obviously changing the subject.

“Yes I did, and she’s…”

“I know, stuck,” Maddie said, some frustration obvious in her voice.

“I know it sucks, Princess but you…”

“Have to do what you have to do to get the job done,” Maddie said, repeating the mantra I’ve been telling her since she was a very little girl.

“Right,” I said, confidently.

“Is it okay if I eat breakfast in my room?” she asked, as she starred down at the cereal she had just poured herself.

“Sure,” I said. “You’re a big girl now you don’t need to ask my permission for stuff like that.”

“Ok,” Maddie said quietly as she collected her bowl and headed upstairs.

I went about the rest of my day, venturing out of the house for a couple of hours to run some typical weekend errands. I called Maddie on my way home to see if she needed anything but just got her voicemail. That wasn’t unusual for someone who looked at their phone so much she sure didn’t answer it very often.

When I returned home it was late afternoon and it appeared as though Maddie was still in her room. I put the things I had bought away and then headed upstairs to check on Maddie. She had seemed a little depressed that morning about Anne not being able to come home as planned and I wanted to make sure she wasn’t too upset by it.

The door to Maddie’s room was closed, it was always closed. I knocked lightly on the door, no response. I knocked a little harder, still nothing. Feeling somewhat concerned that something was wrong, I opened the door just a crack as to avoid any embarrassment incase she had just gotten out of the shower or was getting dressed. As soon as the door cracked open I heard very distinct moaning. The type of moaning that only means one thing. Maddie was being pleasured, either by herself or someone else.

This is where some father’s would probably shut the door, and duck down the hall with their tail between their legs praying that they hadn’t been noticed. Other father’s might take a quick peek to make sure their “little girl” isn’t being violated by some rotten teenage punk. But it would be a protective peek, nothing sexually charged about it.

For me there was nothing protective in what I did next. It was completely sexually charged. That morning I had, in my mind, sexualized my daughter for the first time and it was in that moment standing just outside her door, hearing her soft moans that I knew there was no going back.

As quietly as I could I peeked around the slightly ajar door and peered into the room. The site in front of me was something I will never forget. Maddie was laying on her bed, on top of the covers. The shorts she had been wearing that morning were gone. Her legs were spread open, she was wearing nothing but little white panties with pink hearts on them. Her right hand was inside of her panties, as she clearly fingered herself. My eyes scanned the scene in front of me, not wanting to miss any detail. I searched further up her body, seeing the blue tank top was also gone, her two large, supple breasts on full display pointed straight up at the ceiling, her left hand dutifully playing with her left nipple. Her neck was arched as her head was thrown back over one of her pillows.

To say that I was turned on by the scene in front of me would be a gross understatement. I was in pretty good shape for my age, and could still get hard with the best of them. But seeing my 18 year old daughter in nothing but her panties, masturbating, gave me a type of erection I hadn’t had in years. I felt as though I could have came without ever touching myself. I wasn’t scared of being caught I was too turned rize escort bayan on to fear consequences.

Soon, Maddie began to move her hips slowly, sensually, as though she was making love to an invisible cock. Her legs splayed out even further, and I could see the bulge created in her panties by her fingers moving in and out as she fingered herself. I scanned her body again, her neck was strained now has she tilted her head even further back, the fingers of her left hand grabbing and twisting her engorged nipple. She began to buck her hips, her toes curled, her moans got louder.

“Ahhh, I’m cumming, Daddyyyy!!!” she panted.

I can’t say for sure what happened immediately after that. My brain seemed to stop processing for a moment. Could it be? Could Maddie be wanting me, as much as I want her? Was the only thing that my brain could think.

“Oh shit!” I heard suddenly, my mind snapping back to attention. Maddie had sat up, and we were looking directly at each other. “Dad! How long were you…DId you hear…Were you watching me?” her voice sounded more embarrassed than angry. She was desperately trying to cover her breasts by folding her arms over them, and even from the doorway I could see her face turning a dark shade of red.

“Um..I just…I’m…” I didn’t know what to say. I had been caught read handed. I could have lied, and tried to pretend that I had only opened the door in that very second. But I had just heard my daughter crying out for me as she orgasmed. My cock saw opportunity, where my brain saw trouble. And as what would happen to most guys, my cock won the tug of war. “I just got home, I was just coming to check on you,” I finally sputtered out.

“But were you watching me?” she asked again. This time I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or angry.

“I was just surprised,” I said, quickly. “Why did you say Daddy?” now it was her turn to struggle with an explanation.

“I…um…I just…I’m.”

“It’s okay,” I ventured. “You can tell me. What were you thinking about?”

“Can I tell you after I put on clothes?” Maddie asked.

“Sweetie, I just saw almost everything there is to see. And I loved it,” I was being bold, and it could have backfired. But I was banking on my intuition being right. If Maddie hadn’t been picturing me she would have been angrier than an Evangelical at a Pride parade. But there was no screaming, nothing thrown in my direction. There was awkwardness, there was embarrassment maybe even a little shame. Which there wouldn’t have been if she hadn’t been caught having a fantasy about me! “It’s okay if you were thinking about me.”

“No, it’s really not,” Maddie said, tears coming to her eyes. “It’s wrong! But I can’t…” she stopped herself.

“You can’t what?” I asked as I took an even larger gamble and fully stepped into her room.

“Sometimes, it’s just better if I picture something I shouldn’t,” she said. “And I know I really shouldn’t be thinking about you when I do that. But it’s…It makes me…”

“The orgasm is insanely better?” I asked, as I sat down on the end of her bed. I was going all in by this point.

“Yeah,” she said, giving the weakest of smiles. “How did you know?”

“Let’s just say I recently found that out myself,” I said, hoping she would connect the dots.

“You’ve thought of me?”

“Only recently,” I said quickly as though it was okay to fantasize about my daughter now because she was 18. “You’re beautiful, Sweetheart. And with your Mom gone for a while I get lonely and horny and well I’m human.”

“You think I’m beautiful?” Maddie asked, her arms wrapping tighter around her breasts.

“Are you kidding? You’re gorgeous,” I said with a chuckle.

Maddie smiled, an embarrassed smile. Her cheeks going red again at my compliment. With a deep breath I inched closer to where she sat in the middle of the bed, Indian style. I had hit the point of no return. I wanted my daughter, I wanted her body, I needed to feel her, and I was going to take her.

“Maddie, look at me,” I said softly as I put a hand on her bent knee. “You are one of the sexiest girls I have ever seen,” I said as I used my free hand to brush her thick black hair back and away from her face. She looked at me, her blue eyes peering into my soul, searching me. I knew she was conflicted, if I hadn’t just seen what I did I would have been conflicted too. But there was no way, after seeing my daughter make herself cum, and cry out for me as she did it that I was going to pass up that kind of opportunity. “And maybe a lot of people would think that the two of us, doing anything sexual together would be would be horribly wrong. But how much pleasure did thinking about it just give you?”

“A lot,” she replied her eyes getting big and a sheepish grin coming to her face.

“It gave me a lot too,” I said. “So, this is the way I think of it. When I thought it was just me wanting this, I would have never acted on it. But now that I know you want it too. Why deprive ourselves of the chance of something really special?”

“What are you saying, Daddy?” she bit her lip, she was choosing to say Daddy on purpose.

“I’m saying I want to make love to my sweet baby girl,” I said after taking a long deep breath. “I want to touch you, and kiss you and explore…”

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