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This I’m afraid is a fairly longish one so quite understand if you click away now. If you do persevere, I hope you feel that it was worth it, Hopefully, the story is good enough to stand up on its own, even if you removed some of the sex and incest.

Very few people realise that there is another dimension to our world, a place that exists between life and death, a place where you could perhaps say, dreams can come true. Even though we have all visited it on occasions, especially as children, it is not somewhere that we would knowingly accept as existing in its own right. I’m not just talking about the time that we spend there when we sleep, but also the time we sometimes spend there when we daydream, sat in a trance-like state while our minds are elsewhere doing other things.

Just like you, that’s all I thought it was, dreaming, we sleep, we dream, we wake, the episode being mostly forgotten the moment our eyes are open. Something changed for me about the age of eight. I had been seriously ill, bad enough that the doctor’s had been unsure as to whether I would pull through and had advised my parents to be prepared for the worst.

I spent most of that period sleeping, although my mother would always insist that I was in a coma, my mind full of vivid dreams, as real as anything I had experienced in life, and it was in one of those dreams that the strangest thing happened, and which first aroused my curiosity.

Have you ever noticed that in dreams, we never see ourselves, no more than we see ourselves in our everyday lives? It is only when we look in a mirror or perhaps in a large glass window that we actually see the person we are. What made this dream seem so strange was that for the first time ever, I saw myself, as I would another person. Stood in my hospital room looking at the child in the bed who was deathly white, I suddenly realised that the person I was watching was myself.

It didn’t last long before my mind was off doing other things, but when I eventually began to get better, it did puzzle me as to how I had managed to see myself and not as a reflection. I hadn’t been floating or anything like that, I was simply there in the same room, staring at me!

Over the next few years, I tried to replicate that experience, but it never happened, I just went back to having the type of dreams, and sometimes nightmares, that we all have.

The next time it happened I must have been twelve, maybe thirteen and out with friends. It was autumn and of course, the best conkers were still attached to the branches of the tree. I remembered climbing, but very little after that, I certainly did not remember falling and hitting the ground with a loud thud. What I remembered next was standing in the field by the tree, watching my friends rush around in a panic and myself lying at the foot of it with my eyes closed.

My mates were calling my name and shaking my shoulder and then suddenly, I felt what I can only describe as a slight pull, as though someone was tugging me from behind. The pull became more forceful and then it was like someone had attached a long length of strong elastic to my back as I was whisked off my feet, shooting backwards as the scene receded into darkness. Opening my eyes, I stared up at the sky through the branches of the tree above me, a cheesy grin spreading across my face as my mates all looked relieved and asked if I was ok.

I was fine, winded, bruised and stunned but no bones had been broken. Again, later that night, I tried to replicate the experience, but to no avail, it just would not happen and the only explanation I had when I later thought about it, was that on those two previous occasions, perhaps I had been close to death.

Now I wasn’t going to intentionally nearly kill myself just to see if I could make it happen, but there were things I learnt to do over the next few years. The first was that if before I went to sleep, I cleared my mind completely, and then focused on one person, place, or scenario, then more often than not, that is what I would dream about. Slowly at first and then with greater consistency, I could each night, dream about whoever or wherever I wanted, enjoying as much fun sleeping as I did during my waking hours.

I was eighteen when the next episode happened, we’d had new neighbours move in, a young couple called Terry and Joanne, both of them probably no more than five or six years older than I was. Joanne was a real looker and so it was only natural that I tended to be drawn to her, daydreaming of the things I would like to do.

That night, I hadn’t intentionally gone to sleep with Joanne in mind, she had just popped into my head as I drifted off, wondering what she looked like in bed.

The room was dark, but for whatever reason, I was still able to see well enough, it wasn’t a room in my house or one that I had ever visited before, I thought, as I stood at the foot of a bed and watched two people sleeping. I must admit I nearly shit myself, one part muğla escort of my brain telling me it was a dream, but the other part convincing me that this was actually happening. What the fuck did I do if they suddenly woke up, how did I explain to them how I came to be in their bedroom without them suspecting I was a burglar.

Hardly daring to breathe I started to edge towards the bedroom door, wishing I were at home and back in my bed when suddenly I was.

Sitting up as I came awake, feeling uneasy in the darkness of my bedroom, I could feel the cold sweat coving my body and was unable at first to stop shaking.

I’d been there I was convinced; I’d been in Terry and Joanne’s bedroom watching them sleep, that was who I suddenly realised it was. Surely my mind had made it up, I had never been in their house and had no idea what their bedroom looked like. I presumed it was a similar layout to our house, but beforehand, I couldn’t have told you what was in it, but at that moment, I could have described to you each piece of furniture, was it all simply make-believe?

When my breathing slowed and I felt relaxed and secure once more, I lay back, cleared my mind and then at the last second, concentrated on Joanne lying in bed. I was back in their bedroom, this time stood on her side of the bed as I watched her sleep and ready to think of home if either of them moved slightly. It was a surreal situation, one that I had no idea how to explain as I continued to stare at her. She moved slightly in her sleep, her blond hair falling across her face and impulsively I reached out to brush it away.

It was then that I learnt something, it was like she was solid, and I wasn’t, I couldn’t touch or move her hair. Concentrating hard I tried again, my hand hovering over her forehead as it felt like the room suddenly moved, my hand shooting back as though I’d just received an electric shock. Slowly, I reached out again, hovering my hand over her forehead as though to touch it and this time the room did move.

I wasn’t moving, it was as though the world around me was moving, slowly at first and then with gathering speed until everything became a blur as it rushed past me. Feeling giddy and sick to my stomach, I closed my eyes for a second, and when I opened them, I was stood on a beach and wearing a pair of trunks. My legs felt unsteady, and my stomach queasy as I looked around me, the world still appearing to spin slightly.

‘Are you not going to lie back down Tony?’ a voice asked as I jerked my head around, finding two towels spread out on the golden sand, one of which was presently occupied by Joanne sporting a very becoming bikini.

I sat because I couldn’t think of anything else to do.

‘Fancy a cold beer?’ she asked.

Still unable to say anything, I just nodded my head as she sat up and pulled a cool box closer, lifting the lid to extract two bottles of beer and popping the tops off both. She proffered one in my direction as I reached out tentatively, my hand closing around the cold moist bottle and my fingers touching hers. I could feel her hand, as much as she could feel mine, why was it that in her bedroom I hadn’t been able to brush her hair back? I was trying to make sense of the conundrum when she asked me to apply some more lotion to her as she lay back down and turned over.

It was puzzling, she had called me Tony, not Terry. Anthony was my name, but most people called me Tony, how did she even know my name and why would she expect me to be there with her. Applying the lotion, her body definitely felt real, I could feel the silkiness of her skin as my hands swept up and down her back before I lay down beside her.

When she spoke to me, it was as if she had known me for years, the conversation flowing between us as we made each other laugh. I was relaxed now, enjoying the way my dream was playing out and I suppose in a way, not looking forward to the time I would have to wake up. She was on her side and had raised her sunglasses to the top of her head, laughing at something I had said when I leant forward and kissed her. I expected Joanne to jerk away from me, demanding to know what I was doing, but instead, she returned my kiss, her hand clasping the back of my head as she pulled my face and mouth tighter against her own.

‘That was genuinely nice Tony,’ she said afterwards, giving me a sexy looking smile.

Resting on my elbows, I looked out at the horizon, noting that it seemed to shimmer and was about to turn and kiss her once more when I realised that she wasn’t there. Sitting upright, I looked around me, trying to catch sight of her as seconds later I felt a slight pull on my body.

Waking up in bed I stretched and yawned and heard my mother call me from downstairs as I started to get up and ready for college.

All of the dreams had seemed real, but they couldn’t have been, at the end of the day they were just figments of my imagination, perhaps I hadn’t really escort muğla woken up, perhaps it was just part of the same dream. It was hard to concentrate at college as it puzzled me constantly, my head full of questions, last night, had Joanne become part of my dream, or had I become part of hers?

Of course, I had to try it again, that evening I rushed down my tea and retired to my bedroom. It was something else I had discovered, it did not need to be night-time for me to be able to dream, all I had to do was relax, make my mind blank and then concentrate on who I wanted to see or where I wanted to be as I entered a trance like condition.

Back in Joanne’s bedroom, I was disappointed to find the bed empty, of course, I had been a total idiot, it was early evening, there was no way that she would be in bed yet. Wondering what to do, I was taken by surprise as Terry entered the bedroom through the open door.

‘Holy shit!’ The words were out of my mouth before I could help it and before I could even think of home.

Expecting him to erupt, my surprise was compounded when he walked straight past me and got something from one of the drawers. After he left the room I sat on their bed, my pounding heart beginning to slow as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. It appeared that while I was in my dream state and they were awake, I could see them, but they could not see me, the other person needed to be asleep for both of us to see and appear real to the other.

Back in my bedroom, I opened my eyes, was this what it was going to be like at first, I wondered, each occasion discovering new things and what this dream state was capable of allowing me to do.

After such a shock, I didn’t try again that night, allowing my dreams to take me wherever they wanted without me trying to influence them or who I met. I suppose in a way, I awoke feeling more rested, not initially realising that my night-time excursions tired my mind just the same as it did when I was wide awake. Was there something wrong with me, was I different to other people in being able to manipulate my dreams in such a fashion, after all, they were only dreams, none of these things actually took place in the real world.

By the time I was twenty, if I say so myself, I had become surprisingly good at it. It wasn’t something I did every night, allowing time for my body and mind to recuperate. There were lots of things I had discovered and learnt in that time, and it wasn’t always as great as I make it sound.

If I thought hard enough about a person, I could incorporate them into my dreams with ease, as if they knew me intimately, or if I could be near to them while they slept, I could become part of their dream.

I couldn’t walk through walls or closed doors or anything ridiculous like that, to enter a building, I had to be able to visualise a room inside it or visualise the person inside the building. Without that, I was locked out as much in the dream world as I was in real life.

Part of the learning process over those two years were the new ideas continually popping into my head, like on one occasion when I had gone to my room early, lying on my bed and relaxing as I watched the time tick past on my bedside clock. Ten o’clock should be about right I suspected as I cleared my mind and then concentrated on the image of Joanne’s bedroom. It was less than a hop, skip and jump before I was stood in the empty room, hearing the noise of the tv downstairs, and wondering if it were the actual broadcast or noises that my mind was making up.

I didn’t have long to wait, fifteen minutes and she entered the room, sitting at her dressing table as she removed her makeup. I could hear and feel my heart thumping in my chest as she stood and started to unfasten her blouse before taking a coat hanger from the wardrobe and draping the top over it. She turned so that she was facing me as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, throwing it on the bed as her breasts fell free.

‘My God, they were so cute,’ I thought, each one a perfect handful and topped with dark areole and nipples as I became aware of the throbbing in my pants.

That’s the other thing, in my dream world I was never naked unless I dreamt of being naked, I would always be wearing clothes of some description.

Joanne twisted her skirt around before unbuttoning and sliding the zip down and then letting it fall to the floor before stepping out of it, picking it up and hanging it in the wardrobe. At last, she pushed her panties down, standing in front of me completely naked before picking her underclothes up and disappearing from the room for a second. She returned, pulled the covers back and climbed into bed, putting on a bedside lamp and picking up a book as I decided not to tempt fate and immediately thought of myself in bed, returning to my body seconds later.

With that discovery, as you can imagine, temptation took over. Between the age of muğla escort bayan eighteen and twenty, I visited the bedrooms of nearly every woman on our street, all thirty-eight houses. Young and old, pretty, and plain, I watched each of them, comparing one body to another. There were exceptions, Mrs Hutchison at the last house on the street was one of them, I could enter her bedroom, but no matter how many times I tried, I never managed to catch her undressing.

She must have been in her early sixties, strikingly attractive despite her age, but no matter how I concentrated, she refused to enter my dreams. On rare occasions when I visited her bedroom, I tried holding my hand above her head while she slept but found it impossible to become part of her dream, it was as if something blocked me. It was only a lot later that I began to wonder if she had similar abilities in the dream world and decided whom she met and where she went.

The first one I had sex with during one of my dreams was Mrs Douglas from across the road, she was a bit of a plain Jane, but I kid you not, when she was naked, she had a body to die for. After watching her undress one evening I just knew I wanted to fuck her, my thoughts so strong as I dozed a few nights later, that instantly I was in her house, only it was broad daylight, and she was dressed like a tart.

Her top was tight, emphasising her large breasts, her skirt short, hardly more than a large belt and displayed most of her legs and thighs, if she had turned sharply, it would also have displayed the cheeks of her arse. She seemed to know what I was there for as she advanced on me and grabbed me roughly, her mouth and lips pressing against mine as she kissed me with an urgency that I had never experienced.

I never got a chance to say anything before she was down on her knees in front of me, my pants quickly around my ankles as she gripped my shaft and started wanking me off. Glancing upwards, she gave me a devilish smile and then opened her mouth as she proceeded to swallow my cock, able I was convinced, to take it down her throat. The intensity of my throbbing penis soon had me on my knees beside her as I pulled the top over her head, exposing her large naked breasts as I tried to fit my hands around them and massage the smooth firm flesh, my fingers twisting and pulling at her nipples as she screamed with glee.

In a flash we were both naked as she lay back and opened her legs wide, pulling me between her thighs by my cock as she fumbled me into position and then grabbing my buttocks, pulling me into her cunt. I lasted as long as I could, but Louise, I later found out that was what her name, was insatiable as we fucked full throttle until I managed to make her climax, my cock shooting my sperm deep inside her fanny as she orgasmed.

I was just beginning to get my second wind when suddenly she disappeared, and I was back in my body once more. This was the downside of dreaming, whenever the person I was with, including myself, started to wake, their dream persona was immediately drawn back to their real bodies. It was nothing I had any control over or could stop, for whatever reason, perhaps they needed the loo, perhaps something had simply disturbed them, whatever it was, they would just suddenly disappear as their body came awake.

I did read one time that when we dream, our “out of body self” is connected to our real body by a thin silver thread, I did look but I can’t say that I have ever seen it, but perhaps it is this that produces the pull on us as we start to wake, dragging us from the dream world and back into reality.

In those two years, I went through as many of my neighbours as possible. I was like an addict, requiring my nightly fix, or a kid in a sweet shop who has been told they can eat as many as they want. Now, not all were successful, most were, but some just never happened, it was as if both parties wanted to, but for whatever reason, we just never got around to having sex. A prime example of this was Joanne next door, I met her on many occasions, on the beach, out in the fields, in her house and my house, we even went abroad together if I remember rightly, that must have been part of one of her dreams. But on every occasion, despite the feeling that it was something we both wanted to do, we never did.

It was after my twentieth birthday and having had my fill of my neighbours, someone popped into my head one night when I was purposefully trying not to dream and just have a restful sleep.

Shirley is my sister and was eighteen, in all that time, she was one of the two people who I had never thought of watching or had dreamt of in that way. One was her and the other was my mother, not once in all that time as I took my voyeuristic pleasure with all of those other women, did I ever think of doing the same with my own family.

I was laid in a field, the sun blazing down and heating my body when I suddenly realised that I was naked, as I’ve said, I have never started naked when I dreamed. Someone was approaching in the distance and my first instinct was to look around for something to cover my nudity, feeling anxious as they drew closer. At a hundred yards it was apparent that whoever was moving towards me, and it was a female, was also naked.

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My name is Jerry Amstell, I’m 33 and have lived in Ashton my entire life. Ashton is a smallish town of about seven-thousand residents. I grew up here with two loving parents and my favorite sister, Londy, short for London. My only sister, actually.

Mom and Dad are both from Ashton but were unaware of each other until college. They attended separate schools but both took trips to London for spring break the same year. It’s a classic tale of two strangers hailing a taxi, both assuming the one that stopped was theirs. They split the fare and the rest, as they say, is history. When the idea of marriage became their focus, Mom insisted that one of their kids be named London. It had been a dream trip for them both, and the fact they met and fell in love there set the fate of one of their future children. I think it’s a cool name, one that demands a particular personality and my sister definitely has it.

I was two when Londy was born. We were close from the very start. Sometimes she would cry and fuss for hours, leaving my parents at a loss for what to do for her. Once, I recall Mom sitting on the couch in tears, trying to quiet her. I went and sat next to them, talking to Londy, playing little piggy with her toes. Within minutes, my sister’s cries had turned to giggles. Several similar events later, Mom realized there was something special between Londy and I, even at our young ages. She once admonished Dad for calling my sister Londy instead of Lond, the name she and Dad always used.

“That’s Jerry’s special name for his little sister. I’d rather we didn’t take that from him, sweetie. We always call her London or Lond. Let’s keep it that way, okay hon?”

“Sure babe, I understand,” Dad said.

I don’t know if he really understood, but he knew of Mom’s intuition about certain things and trusted her judgment.

Like any other siblings we had our differences, some turning into full on wrestling matches our parents had to break up. At times we never wanted to see each other, much less be in the same room. Just the same, we were always there for one another when one of us somehow knew the other was down. Mom understood us way more than Dad, though he did try because he loved us and wanted to understand.

Throughout grade school, our ‘connection’ grew. It was nothing so esoteric as unspoken communication. Individually, we were quite different, but very often we thought and acted the same. What it meant was indiscernible to us at such a young age.

It wasn’t until we were in high school that we started figuring things out. By then, I had girlfriends, and Londy had boyfriends and girlfriends. Talking about sex was as natural as any other conversation between us. There were never any cautious hints attempting to broach the subject without humiliation. Embarrassment didn’t exist between us. We shared everything about our dating experiences, no matter how disappointing or salacious the details, certainly knowing all the words and terms.

Londy and I never hid our closeness. Other than in conversation, nothing sexual had transpired between us, yet being in high school, the rumors blossomed like dandelions in summer. Most rumors we found amusing, Londy often wanted to feed the frenzy with empty hints at our alleged activities. In the end, we agreed doing so would stir up more shit than either of us wanted.

The only time I ever got pissed about any of it was when Troy Beckett started hammering me for details one day. I had a bad day at school and baseball practice afterwards was a bitch. Troy had known Londy since the eighth grade and had the hots for her from day one. She let him know then she couldn’t stand him and it pissed him off, knowing he never had a chance. Her rejection angered him, fueling his pursuit of her. Failing still yet, he took a different approach by joining the rumor mill. Sometimes leading it, trying to shame Londy and myself.

Anyway, Troy and two of his friends caught me walking home from school that day and Troy started in on me. As I walked, he circled me, digging for details of things Londy and I were rumored to be doing. His friends followed behind. My refusal to play his game pissed him off, prompting him to get in my face, hitting me in the chest, hands flat, pushing me back a step.

Troy had a history of believing he was bigger and tougher than he was, often failing in any attempts to prove it.

“Come on, man, you gotta give me something. She has got to be the sweetest pussy around!” he demanded.

“Okay, Troy, you want something? Here it is, just for you buddy.”

BAM! Nailed him square in the face. He staggered back a bit before crumbling to the ground, his nose bleeding.

Not forgetting his buddies, I inquired about their immediate needs.

“Is there anything you two fuckers require? Please, don’t be shy, I’m feeling quite generous today. Anything, anything at all?”

“Hey man, we’re cool. That guy’s a grade A asshole. We only hang with him because he gets us beer and weed. We’re sorry.”

“On your way then, fellas, don’t niğde escort let me keep you. Do yourselves a favor, find a better class of friends. When you hangout with shit, you become part of the pile.”

Turning to Troy, laying on the ground and still leaking a bit. I bent over, grabbing his shirt, and pulled him to his feet. Without letting go, I pulled him closer, capturing his full attention.

“Troy, lets face it pal. You’re a dick, a self-made man if you will. London told you two years ago she wanted nothing to do with you. I seem to recall something about making her skin crawl. Any bells ringing? So, what did your stupid ass do, you spent all your energy chasing a prize that would never be yours. I suggest you end this silly bullshit and move on. If not, next time, I’ll let my baby sister stomp your ass and she’s just as proficient at it as myself. Any questions? No? Good. By the way, you should go wash up, you’ve got some ‘ick’ on you face and you look like shit.”

Neither of us were ever bothered by Troy again. I’m not sure if it was my actions that day, or the threat of getting stomped by a girl.

My senior year of college was also Londy’s sophomore at the same school. By then we were well aware of each other’s physical attributes, often pointing them out with mutual admiration. More and more, that mutual admiration became littered with bits of teasing and subtle innuendo.

I stayed fit playing sports all throughout school, always playing soccer and baseball. Londy wasn’t the sports freak I was, but always stayed in good shape. She was always active, never one to just sit around. When her friends were over, they’d spend hours playing music and dancing in her room. I spent a good chunk of my weekends at one practice or another, so if Mom or Dad had something going, Londy was always right there helping out. She started swimming a lot in her last two years of high school and then entered competitive swimming in college. Between her swimming and the exercise to stay in shape for it, Londy had refined her already gorgeous body into a work of art.

Dad made good money owning a few upscale apartment complexes. This allowed us to live in a big house. Nothing ridiculously huge but large enough, with plenty of room. When I started showing an interest in sports, Dad had a home gym built in the basement. Londy and I used it the most, but we all made use of it. From time to time it became another place for Londy and I to have one of our ‘talks’ while one or both of us worked out. The gym was enclosed with its own environmental controls.

During finals that year, I often did my studying late at night. The house was quiet and I could concentrate. One particular Thursday night my brain was buzzing from study and I couldn’t sleep, so I decided a workout would take care of that little problem. It was about half past midnight. The basement was dark except for a little light coming from the gym door window. Opening the door I heard controlled but labored breathing, and the rattle of weights on a barbell. It was Londy on the weight bench, doing some presses.

The bench faced away from the door and in her concentration, Londy didn’t hear me enter. I stood quietly watching her work out. She was a thing of beauty in her jogging shorts and sports bra, her sweaty auburn ponytail hanging to one side of the bench. She had her eyes closed, but I knew all too well the chestnut gems hidden there. I watched as her entire body worked to lift the weights above her. Arms taut but fluid in motion, her toned legs splayed, maintaining her balance under the strain. Maybe an unattractive description, but when Londy worked out, it was like watching a steel cable flex. A steel cable with all the right bumps in all the right places.

I shifted my stance as I watched, bumping into a rack of dumbbells, breaking her concentration.

“Who’s that?” She asked, resting the barbell, and sitting up to towel off.

“Sorry Lon, didn’t figure anyone would be down here this late. I’ll let you work.”

“No no, it’s okay Jerr. Please stay.”

“Please? Anything wrong?”

“Well, I came down here to burn off a little frustration, but now I’m sweaty and frustra…, jeezus Jerr Bear, are happy to see me or do you smuggle zucchinis now?”

Her sudden outburst pointed out something even I had not realized. Apparently my cock enjoyed watching Londy work out as well. I had on bike shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I don’t believe I’ve ever had a hard-on, for Londy, before. I uttered a weak apology, but she interrupted, pointing a finger at me.

“Don’t! It’s us, and it’s okay,” she said with a smile.

I smiled back and went on asking about her reason for working out so late. Clearly she needed one of our talks.

“So, what’s got you frustrated, bunky?”

Londy sat straddling the head of the weight bench, patting the other end for me to join her. We sat facing each other.

“You know I’ve been dating Adam for about six months now, right?”

“Yeah, escort niğde are things not so hot anymore?”

“No, not really. Adam’s not satisfied with BJ’s and hand jobs anymore. He hasn’t gone down on me in over two weeks, much less put his hand down my pants, or any random titty play. Hell, I can’t remember the last time he laid a hand on my ass.”

“Been pressuring you for more, I suppose?”

“Endlessly, and I’ve explained over and over how I feel about fucking at this point. I’ve been trying to keep him drained with hand jobs and blowing him every chance I get. You know how much I love sucking cock.”

“I believe you’ve mentioned it,” I said chuckling.

“I mean, shit, I jacked him off in the theater tonight, and then tried to blow him behind the Anderson’s shrubs on the way home, but he refused it. He said he wasn’t going to settle anymore.”

“Do you think he’s looking elsewhere?”

“If he’s not, I’m sure he will be before too long. In the beginning he said he understood my feelings, but now they mean nothing to him.”

“Well I’m sorry, hon, but if it’s been six months and you’re not feeling like there’s the slightest chance he’s the one you want, I’d say it’s time to cut the fucker loose. Especially if he doesn’t understand or respect your feelings anymore.”

“Thanks Jerr Bear. I had already decided so, but just needed to hear you say it too. We’re on a wavelength you and I.”

“No sweat, Lon, I’m always here for you. Think you’ll be able to sleep now?”

“Nope, still frustrated. I was all revved up for a mouth full of cock before bed tonight, but dickhead wasn’t interested.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

Realizing how aroused up her workout had gotten me, I figured it couldn’t hurt to ask. Though we never discussed being together sexually, the thought of it now, was quite enticing. Apparently for us both.

Londy slid forward on the bench till our knees touched. Then proceeded to slide her hand along my inner thigh, searching for the bulge she admired earlier.

“Why yes there is big brother, I’m so glad you asked.”

“What do you need?” I asked. My head was spinning in a rush of desire for my sister.

Still rubbing my reinflated dick, Londy leaned closer, whispering in my ear.

“I need this fat cock in my mouth, and the thrill of my Jerr Bear’s load sliding down my throat.”

“Londy, are you sure?”

Nose to nose, her beautiful eyes stared into mine as she answered.

“Jerry, I’ve never been more sure of anything in all my life. When I saw you earlier, I realized something. Watching me work out aroused you, you were hard for your baby sister. Admittedly, Jerr, the moment I realized it, my nipples stiffened, and my pussy twitched a bit. I don’t want to ignore this. I’ve often wondered if a sexual connection was going to be an aspect of our life. I love you Jerr Bear. How do you feel about it?”

“I love you too, Londy. I want this too. It all makes a little more sense now, doesn’t it?”

I took hold of her beautiful face, kissing her in a desire to deepen an already amazing bond. The salt from her sweaty lips further seasoned the luscious flavor of her mouth.

Short of breath, Londy sat back, pulling off her sports bra, revealing her softball size tits topped with lovely brown nipples, standing fully erect. With no thought of restraint, I pounced on her, grabbing one to squeeze and toy with, whilst latching on to the other like a newborn, hungry for their first meal of the day. My sudden lunge at her put off any ideas of sucking my cock.

“Oh fuck Jerry, hurt my titties, make it sting.”

Londy’s outcry pushed me to please her. I knew she loved a little proper pain, and I was not about to let her down. I squeezed, pulled, and twisted her tits like I’d never done with anyone before, driving her into a frenzy of pain and pleasure. She rolled up her sweat towel, twisting it tight before shoving it under her crotch so she could do a bit of cowgirl grinding.

“Oh jeezus Jerr Bear, I’m cumming you gorgeous fuck, please, beat my titties!”

I stood beside her, one hand on her neck, the other slapping her tits, one at a time, stinging the already swollen nipples. Her cries of painful pleasure turned to guttural moans as her orgasm rocked her from head to toe. Londy hunched forward, grabbing the sides of the bench, grinding her virgin, cloth covered pussy hard against the twisted towel, drenching it yet again in another orgasm. A flood of nectar mixing with the sweat wiped from her taut, steaming body.

Still breathing hard, Londy sat silent, resting with elbows on knees, her eyes closed. I knelt next to her, caressing her still reddened tits, trying to soothe the pain I inflicted moments before. Though a modicum of pain gave Londy immense pleasure, the brother side of me never wanted to see her in any kind of pain. I grabbed a fresh towel, wet it with cool water, and returned to her side, holding it against her burning flesh.

“Wow, aren’t you the total package? You work niğde escort bayan a girl over then hang around to bind her wounds.”

Knowing she was only teasing, I still struggled with mixed feelings about hurting her. I just hung my head, unable to look at her.

“Hey hey hey, what is it Jerr? I was only playing. Talk to me.”

“I’m not regretting anything, and I know you like the pain. Just not sure if I can do it again. L I’m kind of struggling with hurting you. In the heat of the moment I didn’t have time to think about it or I wouldn’t have done it this time.”

Turning towards me, Londy held my face in her hands, pulling my mouth to hers. Kissing me, she caressed my cheek with the back of her hand.

“Hey, look at me Jerr Bear. Please.”

I looked up at my sister. Her soft chestnut eyes have always cut straight through to my soul, and this time was no different.

“Jerry, we’ve always been open and shared everything with each other, right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, I need you to listen to me. I believe this is the next step in the strange but exciting trip our life has been. I have no regrets, and I want this to continue. The pain you gave me is not a pain to feel bad about, it’s what I like. It’s an intense pleasure I can’t begin to find the words for. And we both know what a smart bitch Londy is, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do.”

“You know I’ve been with a few of my girlfriends, right?”

“Yeah.”

“A couple of them really know how to pleasure the female form, in multiple ways, but no one has ever made me cum as hard as you did right here tonight. Both orgasms shot straight up my spine, ringing a bell in my head. I literally went deaf for a few seconds as you pushed me over the edge into a free fall of pleasure I’ve never felt before. Kind of like a full body orgasm.”

“It wasn’t all me Lon, that was a pretty hot grind you were doing. My dick ached watching you ride that towel. Is there anything left of it?”

“Yeah, but it’s all lint,” she laughed. “So, are you good Bear, no more bad feelings?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I guess it was my protector instincts taking over, after the fact. But if it gives you pleasure, I’ll be more than happy to hurt your ass.”

“Now there’s an idea for next time. Let me just add, torture is not something I want all the time. The way you jumped on me before my bra hit the floor made it an automatic choice. I can’t think of anyone else I’d like more to hurt me so good. It was our first time playing, and you rang my bell like never before, twice in fact.”

“Thanks Lon, I feel much better, and am looking forward to any future adventures. It was a beautiful thing to watch you tonight.”

“Working out or getting off?”

“Both, baby sister, both. I suppose we should try to get some sleep, it’ll be daylight in a couple of hours.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right. You’ve got finals and I’ve got swim practice first thing. The pool should help your new toys recuperate a bit.”

“Always lookin’ on the bright side, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

We cleaned up the gym and made ourselves presentable in case Mom or Dad were up. Walking out of the gym Londy slipped on something, almost falling. Being right behind, I caught her before she fell.

“Shit Lon, you okay?”

“Yeah, looks like something was spilled there. You go on up, I’ll grab a rag and clean it up before one of the old folks breaks an ankle.”

Before leaving, I couldn’t resist grabbing her one more time for a passionate good-night kiss.

I love you Londy, good-night.”

“Love you too Bear, good-night.”

I grabbed a quick shower, hoping it would help me sleep, considering the events of the night. Getting out, I had a text from Londy.

“Hey Jerr, I know it’s late, but could you come here for a sec? Got a bit of a problem. My room, Thanks.”

I threw on a tee and shorts, then headed down the hall to Londy’s room. Her room was at one end of a hall, running the length of the house. Our parents at the far end, and mine midway.

I opened her door to see her sitting on the edge of her bed, looking a bit agitated. There were no boundaries between us. Walking into one another’s rooms without knocking or announcing ourselves was routine.

“Hey Lon, what’s up?”

“Close the door, I have to tell you something.”

I did as she asked, then took a seat beside her.

“Okay, what’s got you all aflutter?”

“Shit, shit, shit, I don’t know how to say it.”

“Right out, has always worked for us, Lon. Just tell me, can’t be that bad, hell we were just together twenty minutes ago. Settle down and just say it.”

“Here goes. You know that wet spot I slipped on downstairs?

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I think Mom saw us, she was watching.”

“And what, spilled her coffee?”

“No, I think she watched the whole show, and enjoyed herself. A lot!”

“First, what makes you think so?”

“Okay, when I started wiping it up, the wet rag gave off a slight vaginal aroma. A scent we both know very well. When I went to toss the rag in the washer, there was an unwashed pair of Mom’s panties in there, and they were soaked.”

I sat staring at the floor for a minute. Londy had been holding my hand the whole time as if comforting me through some bad news. She couldn’t have been further off.

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Dawson

I woke up with Manny still in my arms but on my side. His hand was placed over my dick as he slept peacefully. He looked so beautiful with tendrils of hair framing his face. I kissed him on his forehead, and he groaned softly, squeezing my dick. I removed his hand and kissed it before he opened his eyes.

“Good morning” His groggy voice sounded so fucking sexy.

“Good Morning baby bro. How did you sleep?”

“Good, especially in your arms. I always feel safe here.” It was rare for Manny to show this side of him, but I felt great knowing that I’m wanted.

“Come on, we need to get up,” I said as I lifted my body to peer down at Manny. We stared at each other for a few seconds. Manny leaned up and I turned away. “Come on. Dad’s leaving in a few. He has a business trip to go on.” Many grumbled but got out of bed. I put on some basketball shorts without underwear with a t-shirt. Manny headed downstairs with only his underwear on. My dad was at the table drinking coffee while he strolled through his phone.

“Good Morning dad.”

“Good Morning Dawson. Are the twins awake? I wanted to say goodbye before I leave.” As if we called upon them, Carson came strutting down the steps with the thinnest shorts I’ve ever seen him wear. His ass was literally eating them at the back. Kole came down a few steps behind him, wiping his eyes and only wearing a crop top again. They both went directly to my dad and each sat on his lap.

“Good Morning boys. How did you sleep? I know it stormed last night.”

“It was fine. We were already in a deep sleep before it started,” Carson said. Kole wrapped an arm around dad’s neck.

“Daddy, do you have to go? I feel like we barely seen you this month.” Dad squeezed Kole to him, his hand rub down his back then to his round ass, squeezing it.

“Yes baby. I have some contracts to finalize and a possible new business venture. You boys going to be good while I’m gone?” They both nodded. “Okay, well let dad get ready to leave.” The twins got off dad’s lap and I grabbed his luggage. Approaching the door, dad turned around and gave Kole a tight hug and kissed him, patting his butt and doing the same to Carson. Once Manny approached, he gave him a slightly longer kiss, rubbing his thick arms. “Help your brother watch over them okay?” Manny nodded. When I approached, I handed him his luggage and I gave him a big hug. My dad leaned towards my ear and whispered, “Don’t be afraid to show them a little more affection son.” And he kissed me on the neck before pulling away. I waved goodbye and dad left.

Kole

I missed daddy already. Even though we didn’t see him as often, I still enjoyed the times he was here. I still hadn’t gotten over the rejection by Dawson despite everyone’s reasons to believe he actually loved me. If we were raised to show our love and affection this way, why didn’t they understand why I was upset when I didn’t receive that from Dawson? How else was I supposed to feel? Everyone else showed how much they loved me except for Dawson. He’d even cuddle Carson yesterday and let Manny sleep with him. I’m trying to ignore the hurt inside me but it’s easier said than done.

After breakfast, Dawson and Manny went to the gym leaving me and Carson at home.

“Want to go to the mall? – I asked.

“Now? You don’t want to wait until the guys come back?”

“What for? We’re 18 and we have driver’s licenses. We don’t have to wait on them.”

“Yea but, they’d want us to wait,” Carson pressed.

“So. I want to meet some guys. This is the best time to do that while they are not around us.” Carson thought for a second.

“Okay, lets go.” I smiled. It never took much convincing for my brother. We liked the same things, one of those things being dick. We both went upstairs and put on some presentable but a little bit skimpy clothes. I wore shorts that showed the bottom of my cheeks with an off the shoulder shirt. Carson wore some overalls with a crop top. We got in our purple Jeep Wrangler and headed to the Mall.

The place was crowded as usual with people of all ages. We visited a few clothing stores until we made it to a lingerie shop. We both purchased some sexy panties and thongs. We loved wearing things that barely covered us just so we could get the compliments from our brothers and dad. They loved our bodies and we loved showing it off to them. Before we left, the clerk pointed out some panties with the back out in them. Carson and I turned to each other in glee, purchasing a few pair in different colors. I couldn’t wait to wear these for Manny. I wanted him to fuck me so bad and I’d been trying to tease him but he wouldn’t take that step. If he wouldn’t, I was going to find someone else that would.

Once we got home, we took our bags upstairs. “Look, we need to do something to make the guys jealous,” I suggested.

“Something like what? I don’t want to piss off Dawson.”

“I’m sure Dawson wouldn’t even care,” I said with a pout.

“K, don’t say that. What did I tell you?”

“I know, I know, but I want sakarya escort someone to make a move. I’m tired of being a virgin and I don’t want to still be one when we start college in the fall. If our brothers won’t fuck us, then I’ll get someone else to…which is why we spoke to those guys earlier.” Me and Carson met three guys at the mall on our way out. They were super hot with thick muscles. They were not as tall as our brothers, but they will do.

***** Me, Manny, and Carson chilled in the living room watching tv for most of the day. I was excited to see the outcome of our plan. Around 8pm, the doorbell rung and I perked up, looking over at Carson. We had already dressed in our outfits 5 minutes prior which were twin rompers. They made our asses look huge and of course we didn’t wear underwear so the guys could see them jiggle.

Manny opened the door and I could hear him asking who they were.

“They are here for us,” I said as I walked past him. Manny grabbed my arm, “Where the hell you think you going wearing that?” “We’re going out, obviously,” I said. We’d never spoke back to our brothers so the statement shocked Manny into silence. Carson looked between us with a weary expression. “We’re 18 and we can do what we want.” Manny shook his head and stepped back, calling for Dawson. Before he came down, I grabbed Carson by the wrist, and we left with our dates.

Manny

Dawson!! Seconds later, I heard footsteps and before long, Dawson was in the living room. “Why you calling me like that? What’s wrong?”

“The twins just left.”

“Left? To go where?”

“Idk. They left with some guys,” I stated.

“What!?! And you just let them?”

“What else was I going to do?! It was three of them and the twins ran off with them. Kole even talked back to me. He’s never done that before.”

“Fuck!” Dawson spat, pacing the room.

“I know bro. I didn’t know what to do. That’s why I was calling you.” I shook my head trying to think of a plan. “They looked good too Dawson. They had on these little shorts outfit things that some girls wear, and their asses was fucking jiggling, so I know they weren’t wearing any underwear. I think they’re trying to get laid tonight.”

Dawson kept pacing the room. “I think I can track their phones.”

“Really? How?”

“I just need to get onto their laptop. Do you know their password?”

“I’m not sure, but I have some guesses.” We went upstairs and retrieved the twin’s laptops. I had Kole’s and Dawson had Carson’s. We each tried possible guesses to no avail. Dawson stopped guessing for a while and I went downstairs to get us something to drink. After 30 minutes, Dawson yelled out and I looked up to see him with a smile on his face.

“I got in. Now hopefully I can get on their…got it!? They’re on a fucking college campus.”

“Okay let’s go.” Dawson wrote the name of the building on a piece of paper he found on their desk and we headed out.

Dawson

Pissed could not explain my mood right now. I was also worried; worried that these guys might take advantage of my little brothers. Manny had said there were three of them and they were close to our size. What the fuck were they going to do with them?!? I drove my truck 20 miles over the speed limit towards a part on campus I was familiar with. A frat house.

Once we arrived, we both jumped out and stormed into the home. There were maybe 30 other people there, some drinking, some dancing and making out. I walked towards the back of the house and saw the twins. Kole was making out with one guy while another guy was talking in Carson’s ear, squeezing his ass. I saw fucking red. I stormed towards them with Manny on my heels.

“Get your fucking hands off him,” I said to the guy kissing Kole. Manny grabbed Carson and pulled him to his side.

“Who the fuck are you? His boyfriend?”

“Don’t worry about it. He belongs to me. Come on Kole.” I pulled Kole up by his arm and he yanked it from me. “Dawson leave me alone. We are having fun. We’re 18 so you can’t treat us like kids anymore.” I bent down to Kole’s level, “Walk your ass to my truck K.”

Kole stood still, “Dawson I’m n…” I smacked him hard on his ass. “Go! Now!” I pointed in the direction of the truck. I could see tears forming in Kole’s eyes before he stumped off. I’d never put my hands on any of my brothers in an angry manner, so this was all new to me. I turned to Carson. “Give me your keys.” He immediately gave them to me, and I handed them to Manny. “Drive their Jeep home.” Manny nodded before I guided Carson out the house.

We drove home in complete silence and when we arrived, Kole immediately jumped out of my truck and ran inside with Carson right behind him. I got out feeling horrible and exhausted. Manny walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. I reciprocated the gesture, placing our foreheads together. I needed this short moment to take a breather.

“You okay?” – Manny asked.

I sighed, “I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve never put my hands on you guys. I feel fucking horrible.”

“Don’t. You only smacked his ass. He deserved escort sakarya that for talking back and being a brat to you. I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” Manny stated. “You are a great big brother, the best. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone in the world.”

I chuckled to myself. “Thanks.” In a rare expression of affection, I slowly leaned down the small distance and gave Manny a few pecks on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too Dawson,” Manny responded.

I held him for a few more seconds before pulling back. “Let’s go inside. I need to apologize.”

“Don’t. Kole should apologize to us. Let’s just go to bed.” I nodded and we went inside.

The house was completely silent and I knew the boys went straight to their rooms. I went to mine, heading straight to the shower. It wasn’t that late so I would just watch some tv until I fall asleep. I exited my bathroom, still naked and drying my hair. When done, I got under my covers and turned on a movie. Hours later, I was starting to doze off when I heard a slight knock. Manny peeked in.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“You okay?”- I asked.

“I just don’t want to sleep alone.”

I knew it had to be a reason for this so I agreed by pulling back my cover. Manny smiled and immediately walked over and joined me in my king size bed. He moved close to me then turned away, with his underwear covered ass in view. Part of me wished he was naked, but I knew it was best he had something on. I looked down at my brother and admired how beautiful he was. His long eyelashes fluttered closed but not before his request, “Can you cuddle me…please?” I moved closer to him and wrapped his body in my thick arms, kissing him on his neck. “Sleep,” I said. He wiggled back until his ass was on my dick. I tightened my hold on him and drifted off to sleep.

At some point during dawn, I dreamed I was having sex with Manny. I fucked him from the back right here in my bed. His moans were low and sexy, almost like they were right beside me. Realization hit me when I opened my eyes to see Manny’s head in front of me. I moved my hand down to found out he was now completely naked, and my dick was stuck in between his ass cheeks. I was just humping my brother a second ago.

“Don’t stop,” Manny moaned. I wanted to keep going but I knew I needed to stop. I pulled back and Manny groaned in frustration. “Go back to your bed Manny,” I said. Manny turned to me, “Why? Is it so hard to show affection every now and again? I try my hardest to be understanding, especially in front of the twins, but it’s getting hard even for me.”

I rubbed my hands over my head, “Manny. Please. I do show affection. I kissed you last night and you slept in bed with me two nights in a row and I’ve cuddled you.”

“You make it seem like you’re being forced to do all of this.” Manny got up and put his underwear on.

“Manny it’s not like that,” I tried to explain.

“Save it. I won’t bother you anymore.” He left the room without another word. Once again, I felt like shit. The last thing I wanted was for Manny to be mad at me also.

The rest of the day went by uneventful. I made breakfast but no one came downstairs; only when I went back up to my room did I hear them go to the kitchen. I hadn’t physically seen any of my brothers for the entire day nor night. The following day went by the same way and I went to sleep another night without even speaking to them. I decided I was going to talk to them about why I’d been so distant with them all these years. I couldn’t take another day of their silence.

The next morning was the day dad was supposed to return. I wasn’t sure of what time but I wanted to make up with the boys before he got home. I’d just put on some shorts when I heard a small knock at my door. I opened it seeing it was Kole.

“Can I come in?” – he asked

“Of course.” I led Kole over to my bed and sat down while he stood in front of me. He had on a small t-shirt with sweatpants which I thought was odd. I’d never seen him so covered up before…not at home anyway.

“Is this a new look for you?” – I asked.

Kole looked down at himself. “I figured you preferred I dressed this way.”

“What? Why would you think that?”

“Because you hate seeing my body.”

What the hell was he talking about? “What gave you that idea Kole?”

Tears started forming in his eyes before he spoke. “Because…you hate touching and kissing me or any type of skinship. You think I’m disgusting, don’t you?”

“What? No baby. Come here.” Kole didn’t move so I pulled him in between my opened legs. “Look at me.” When he didn’t, I grabbed his chin. “You are perfect, in every way. I love your body.”

“No you don’t,” Kole said with tears streaming down his face. “You always tell us to cover up. I promise I’ll wear more clothes. We all will. Just don’t…be so cold to me.”

My heart was breaking at Kole’s words. I need to fix this, now. I pulled his face to mine and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. He hesitated only for a second before engaging in the kiss. I pulled him down on top sakarya escort bayan of me as I laid back on my bed. I sucked on his tongue and lips as the kiss grew intense. My hands roamed all over his body, reaching down under his waistband to grab his juicy ass cheeks with both hands. I rolled us over so I was on top as I moved down and kissed on his neck then back to his lips. Kole moaned in my mouth as he began grinding his hips into my crotch. I was just about to reach down into his pants for his dick when I heard Carson’s greeting that dad was home. I broke the kiss and Kole whined.

“It’s okay baby. Come on, let’s go greet dad.” He looked at me with slight fear in his eyes. “I won’t be cold anymore,” I said and leaned down to give him another kiss. He grinned at me before I pulled him to his feet. “Like I said, your body is perfect and I love seeing it so stop covering it up.”

“Okay,” Kole said with the biggest smile.

We went downstairs just as dad was walking in the living room. Kole ran to him giving him a big hug and kiss on the lips. He was surprised by all of their outfits and I realized Manny and Carson also covered up. It was all my fault.

“Were you guys cold or something. Why is everyone covered up?”

Before anyone said anything, Kole answered, “No reason…dad come over and sit. Manny made breakfast.” Kole led our dad over to the dining room and Carson fixed him a plate of waffles with bacon and fruit on the side. I went to the kitchen and found Manny making a few more waffles. I walked up behind him, ensuring my half hard dick was pressed against his ass. I hugged him from behind, letting my hand explore under his t-shirt then down into his shorts to give his dick a few strokes.

“Thanks for cooking,” I said in his ear. Manny dropped his head, enjoying the slight pleasure I was giving him. “Y-you’re welcome.”

“Also, I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting and about the last few days. Will you let me make it up to you?” I was now massaging Manny’s sack. He nodded. I noticed he stop cooking. “Don’t let the food burn little bro.” He immediately flipped the waffle before pressing his ass into my crotch more.

“How are you making it up to me?” – Manny asked.

“You’ll see later. Now turn around and give me a kiss.” He turned and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips and pulled away. I wanted more so I grabbed him by the back of the neck and took his mouth. I sucked on his lips and tongue before slowing the kiss down to a few pecks. Manny looked up at me panting. I needed to stop this here or I was going to take things too far. I was already hard in my shorts so I knew the twins and/or my dad would say something.

I gave Manny’s dick one more squeeze before I took the waffle he had ready and headed to the dining room. When I made it, I bent down and gave my dad a kiss on the cheeks. “Sorry dad, I didn’t greet you.”

“It’s fine son. Sit and eat. Where’s your brother?” Just then, Manny walked in with his own plate, his sweats showing the wetness from his leaking cock. No one said anything, just enjoyed the food he cooked.

After breakfast, dad went to his room to shower and nap. I pulled Carson to the side before he went upstairs. “You know I love you right?” Carson hesitated for a second then nodded. “And I know I haven’t been showing it fully, but for now on I will. And I don’t want to see any of you cover up while you’re home ever again. Unless you’re actually cold or something.” Carson beamed up at me.

“We can just cuddle if any of us are actually cold,” Carson pointed out.

“You’re right. Skin to skin does produce a lot of heat,” I smiled down at him. “You’re so beautiful. I just want you to know that.” Carson nodded, blushing. I took his chin in my and gave him a thorough kiss on his soft lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Carson said before he jumped in my arms, giving me a big hug. I returned it by wrapping my arms around his small waist, moving my hands down to cup his ass.

For the rest of the day, we all sat in the living room watching tv. The twins came back down wearing a pair of loose booty shorts that only looked like panties with some crop tops. Manny also wore shorts, except they hung low on his hips, showing the base of his dick. Carson snuggled up against me, eventually laying his head in my lap. I’d begin absently rubbing his body, focusing on his juicy ass. The twins always said butt rubs soothe them, so I wanted to do this. I continued to slowly caress Carson’s ass, occasionally running a finger over his hole. He never said anything, only pressing his ass against my hand more. I looked over at my other brothers to see Kole sitting in Manny’s lap, his legs spread open like the way he sat at the table a few days ago. He lay back on Manny’s shoulder, allowing Manny to slowly stroke his dick in his shorts whenever he wanted.

We stayed like this watching tv all day; occasionally pausing for food and breaks but returning back to the couch to cuddle and enjoy each other. By the end of the night, I was rock hard. I knew Carson could feel my dick pressing against his face but he didn’t say anything. It was getting late and I needed to cum. I’d been holding my urges in for so long and it had been easier when I didn’t kiss or touch the boys. Now that I’m showing more affection, it’s harder for my erection to go down. I needed a release. After our last movie, I motioned for a sleepy Carson to sit up.

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“Good grief, Stan. You keep trying to show me your cock. Hehehe.” Kaia and Stan are sitting on the living room sofa watching some TV. Mama and I are out, so they’re alone in the house. Stan planned it that way.

Stan’s got his legs stretched out, his pants tight enough for his enormous dick outline to show through real clear. Kaia giggles at it, chewing her gum, as she sits to Stan’s left on the sofa. Kaia and Stan are both having a beer while they watch TV, but Stan’s mind is focused squarely on my 19 year old sister… and the possibility of actually fucking her.

“What do you think, doll?” The 68 year old, fat, gray haired doctor asks, very proud of his ridiculously massive, enlarged dick all stretched out down his leg.

“Ummm… it’s really big. So that’s good.” Kaia plays it chill, chewing gum, and belching from the beer. A real sweet smile plastered on her radiantly glowing face. God, she’s beautiful.

Stan tries to speed up the process, unzipping his gray slacks and whipping it out. All 17 inches of his new dick. Pretty fucking impressive. Kaia gives it a quick peek, then turns back to the TV, smirking to herself, still chewing on that gum. She knows how badly Stan wants her, and she also knows how proud he is of his new super dick, so she’s teasing him big time. Such a sexy bitch.

Stan waves it around to tempt Kaia, knowing she loves big dicks… but no luck. She ignores him. Kaia’s grin is visible to Stan as she watches TV, but he doesn’t recognize the teasing nature of it. Dude’s a doctor, you would think he could pick up on that.

Stan just plays with his enormous dick, watching TV himself, slightly frustrated that his plan isn’t working.

Stan decides to try and kick start his plan himself. He reaches over and softly rubs Kaia’s right thigh. Her extremely short, black leather miniskirt barely covers her delicious butt so her thigh is bare and so very enticing. Smooth too. He looks at it while he rubs it, licking his pudgy lips as his hand gently glides over that silky smooth skin.

Kaia looks at Stan and smiles, chewing hard on her gum… then turns back to the TV.

“What the hell?” He says to himself. His gigantic dick twitches on his leg as Stan watches Kaia breathe. She’s watching TV and blowing bubbles, all relaxed. Her teasing smirk still on her glossy pink lips as well.

Stan kicks it up another notch. He takes Kaia’s right hand and rubs it on his cock. She giggles at the TV, not looking at Stan. She blows a big bubble and pops it, pausing for dramatic effect as Stan rubs his extremely long old cock with Kaia’s smooth, supple hand. Her bubblegum pink nail polish standing out so perfectly.

Kaia doesn’t object to being forced to rub Stan’s cock. She even grabs it and goes along with the rubbing. She’s still not looking at Stan though, instead… watching TV.

“I wanna fuck you, Kaia.” Stan lays it on the line, taking a deep breath, hoping he made the right move.

Kaia turns off the TV and finally looks back at Stan. She’s still chewing her gum, a more serious look on her perfectly glowing face though. Her just below shoulder length blonde hair framing that perfect face so well.

“Let’s do it, baby.” Stan straightens up and smirks, very confident in himself… and his newly enhanced super cock.

Kaia’s hand is still wrapped around Stan’s dick, but she stops rubbing it. Stan pauses for a moment, not knowing if she’s upset or not.

They both look at each other in a pretty serious, feeling each other out type of way. No words exchanged. Just awkward silence………………………………… still nothing………………………………………

“Ok.”

That’s it. One word. Kaia smiles, blowing another bubble then popping it right before she lowers her head onto that humongous old cock and licks it from tip to base and back, slow and steady.

Stan finally relaxes, exhaling nice and deep, grinning all confident, as he realizes he’s gonna get what… or who… he wants.

Kaia kisses all over that dick. It’s hard as steel. 17 inches of old white dick. Not wrinkled at all though. Nice and smooth. She smiles back at Stan, then lifts his mighty cock and slides it into her mouth, sucking on it. More and more of it disappearing down her throat. No gagging at all.

Stan is amazed at how quickly Kaia swallows his cock… and at how much she swallows too. She takes in about thirteen inches, still no gagging, then pulls back to the crown, those glossy, slick lips slowly gliding up and down on that old monster rod, trails of Kaia’s saliva lubing their lusty journey.

Kaia coos happily and softly as she sucks on that mighty meat, repeating the process. Taking in most of it, then pulling back nevşehir escort to the pink head, slowly. Up and down. Over and over. Stan’s blissful growls echoing throughout the living room. His head back. His jaw dropped. He’s loving every awesome second of my sister’s beautiful blowjob.

They both quickly rip their clothes off. Both wanting to fuck really, really bad.

Kaia sits in Stan’s big lap, rubbing his crown up and down her slick slit, smiling so contently as she does. She pops it in her pussy and starts riding it, slowly. Stan dives into Kaia’s awesome chest and ravenously sucks on each of her big tits. His mouth roughly devouring each one as Kaia hugs him to her chest, and bounces away on that ridiculously long cock.

My 19 year old sister is the sex queen. She works Stan’s cock so perfectly. Bouncing on it, then grinding it back and forth, then shaking her dripping wet pussy all over it. Stan can’t stop grunting with intense delight as he keeps on enthusiastically sucking on those 32F beauties. Kaia’s pink nips are so hard, thumping away as Stan orally ravages her extra large, cone shaped breasts of perfection.

They end up fucking with Kaia bent over the back of the couch, big fat Stan behind her, pounding up her cunt with that enormous, smooth old dick. He slaps her jiggly butt cheeks, grinning away as Kaia squirts all over that old, greatly enhanced meat, her tight pussy pumping it nice and hard as she blasts it with a ton of her honey sweet pussy milk.

“UHHHHH!!! FUCK!!!!!! FUCK ME, STAN! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” Kaia’s rubbing her palpitating clit as Stan grips her young, sleek hips tight and pounds her creamy pussy senseless. That enormous dick twitching inside her pussy as it power drills up it non stop.

Stan has pretty good stamina and combined with that enormous dick, he’s making Kaia smile real wide, blowing big bubbles and all as she tightly grips the sofa, her pussy vibrating outta control non stop.

“I’m cumming!” Stan quickly announces. Kaia swings around and drops to her knees, anxious to see how much cum that old super dick can pump out.

She jerks it fast with both hands, slapping it furiously on her big heaving hooters, then licking all over the precum pumping head.

“FUCK!” Stan’s head tilts back as his cum rockets from his dick. It splooges Kaia’s perfect, sweet and slutty smiling face, hitting her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips, hair, and neck. One large glob shooting right into her open mouth, mixing with her gum.

Kaia sucks that monster dick in, sucking down the last of Stan’s seed. Her tongue washes all around it as she feverishly sucks that enormous rod, totally draining him. She pops her mouth off of it loud, and smiles so sexy. Kaia kisses and licks all around the slick crown, then sucks it in again, loudly popping her mouth off of it again.

Stan’s extra, extra large old frame towers over sweet Kaia as she very happily cleans his messy, gigantic old cock. Lifting the old mighty dick and licking under it from the tip down to his gray haired balls and back, nice and slow, making sure to suck up all of the remaining droplets of cum clinging to the head. Kaia loves cum, and ol’ Stan is sure as hell loving that she does.

“That was great, Stan. Great cock…. Cum too. Yum. Cum flavored bubblegum. Hehehe.” Kaia kisses the head again, then gets up, patting Stan’s cheek, smiling all happy at him. She kisses him real quick, then merrily heads to the bathroom, smiling away, leaving ol’ Stan standing there grinning, and breathing heavy.

“Oh yeahhh.” He growls. He finally got what… and who… he wanted. “You did it, big guy.” Stan tells his cock, looking down at the softening, but still enormous dick, and shaking it, grinning from ear to ear.

…

My half sister Gina and I are having some fun at the movies. I’m eating some popcorn, watching the movie… while she’s bobbing away in my lap, slurping my fourteen inches of fame so fucking beautifully… and in the messiest way possible. Spit hanging from everywhere. Gina’s puke hanging from my balls. I roughly throat fucked her earlier so she puked all over my crotch.

I’m grinning so wide, loving the idea of getting some real sloppy top from my very sexy nurse sister while people watch us. I fucking love public sex.

Gina’s short brown haired head bobs nice and fast on my meat, her hands rubbing my messy balls too. Her loud slurps getting more people to look over at us, which makes me grin ever wider. I just keep eating my popcorn and watching the movie, loving all of the attention.

I already fucked Gina in the car in the parking lot so my stamina is through the roof. She’s been blowing me for forty escort nevşehir minutes straight, taking a break here and there to kiss me, and have some popcorn, and drink some drink as she stretches out her jaw from all of the hardcore sucking on my cock.

“Yeah, mama?” I get a call from my dream woman mom Kelly (Kelly Madison).

“How’s my baby?”

“I’m doing great, mama. Real great.” My snicker gives away what I’m doing. Gina’s tongue beautifully licking all under my shaft, from mushroom crown down to my big ass balls, Over and over, throwing in some real horny kisses on my shaft as well. Fuck! She knows how to work a fucking cock!

“Hehehe. Sounds like it, baby. I wish I was there to join in. I’m sorry I couldn’t join you and Gina. I had to get this damn work stuff straightened out. Yuck. So boring. Oh well, I’ll see you at home later, baby. Mama loves you. MWAH!”

“Back atcha, hot stuff.”

My uber busty mom is the hottest chick ever. The hottest. Period! My love for her is stronger than ever.

Gina is really working over my massive meat. Spitting all over it, then nibbling up and down the shaft, then rubbing my mighty meat in between her glossy lips all the way up and down the underside of my cock. Fuck fuck fuck!!!

My left hand squeezes the fuckity fuck outta Gina’s 36D titties in her skin tight blue polo shirt. God, I love her tits. So squishy and squeezable. Love ’em!

Gina returns to bobbing on my cock, her lips so perfectly gliding up and down my fat, thumping meat, faster and faster. That’s it! Ten other movie goers watch closely as my cum explodes into my sexy sister’s hard sucking mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm…. More. Yummmmmmm!”

Gina’s happy moans, and extra slutty cum request rewarded with even more thick creamy seed from her very loving, popcorn eating brother. My massive dick lurches in her mouth and throat each time it shoots out a huge wad of dick cream. One after the other after the other. Fuck! So much cum! And I already fucked her! That’s how much she turns me on!

My left hand squeezes Gina’s big, super soft tit so hard as she furiously sucks out my extra gooey cum, very eagerly drinking it all down instantaneously. Fucking awesome!!!!!! I lean my head back and growl outta control… and keep cumming. Gina softly rubs my big ass, cum pumping balls as she keeps on cum drinking me dry. Every single drop! Loudly moaning and cooing her taste approval, loving being my cum slut in public. We fuck in public all the damn time. And it fucking rulesssss!

We get a loud applause and cheer from the horny crowd as Gina so gently sucks me clean. She pumps her fist and I throw up a peace sign and smirk, both of us loving the kinky attention. God bless public sex… and public incest with my big titty nurse sister.

Gina and I went out to dinner after the movie, making out in the parking lot there before and after we went in. We ended up taking a long walk on the beach after that so By the time I took Gina home, I ended up getting home myself after 1 am. I decided to just crash on the living room couch. Kaia and mama were already asleep.

I was having a real nice sleep when I woke up having an even nicer time. As I opened my eyes, I saw my mom sucking my cock. That’s got to be the greatest way ever to wake up. Seeing the most gorgeous woman ever sucking your cock as the first thing you see…. IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!!!

Mom was rubbing my chest when she saw me. She smiled so lovingly around my very happy cock, reaching up and tickling my chin, sucking so perfectly on my cock. Those extra voluptuous, extra creamy pink lips wrapped so tight around my fat rod as they so smoothly ripple up and down my massive shaft. FUCK!

“What a way to wake up. Mmmmmm. Hahahaha.” I just had to growl, laid out on the comfy sofa, my mom sucking my cock. Heaven… Pure heaven.

“Mmmmmmmmm. Hehehe. My pleasure, baby. I saw you in here and I just couldn’t resist.” Mom’s sexy giggle making my cock lurch into her mouth. She deepthroated me, all fourteen inches of fame stuffed perfectly down her throat… and not a single gag. A true pro’s pro.

Mom quickly pulled her mouth off of my cock, letting it flop down onto my tummy, smiling so slutty at me, a long strand of spit hanging from her full, uber sexy lips down to the tip of my rock hard cock.

We kissed so passionately, our tongue fucking furiously in our mouths.

Mom got up on me, grinding on my mouth as my kinky tongue snaked it’s way up there, rolling, licking, and rapidly lapping all over her pounding pink walls. All of that super sweet pussy juice bathing my tongue. God… I love eating my mom’s pussy. It tastes like heavenly perfection. So sweet nevşehir escort bayan and full of love.

I sucked hard on that mega delicious milf pussy, topped only by a razor thin patch of perfectly trimmed hair. Her puffy labia throbbing in my mouth as I emphatically sucked them. Mom’s loud groans of approval spurring me on. I kept sucking them, reaching up and rubbing her perky pink clit in circles faster and faster.

I shoved my tongue back up there just in time to catch mom’s squirt, her cream blasting into my mouth as my tongue dirty danced all around her plush pink folds. Her pussy vibrating and quaking as she came. My mouth ravenously sucking it all out, drinking down my mom’s lush pussy milk with pure carnal glee.

Mom rode me, leaning over to feed me her all natural 34FFs, making me growl with such intense happiness as I mercilessly sucked them silly, each one getting the exact same intense suck job. I’m obsessed with my mom’s tits. Fucking obsessed. They’re so soft and hefty. Her gum drop sized nipples throbbed against the roof of my mouth the whole time her pussy gripped and pumped my cock… the whole time she was bouncing wildly on it. My cock was smiling, twitching and throbbing outta control inside my mom’s magnificently juicy milf pussy, so happy to be in there, loving life and rock hard romping the fuck outta mama’s magical twat with reckless, raunchy abandon.

Mom turned around on my cock leaning back, her long blonde hair brushing my face. Her hair always smells so fucking good. God, what a woman!

She lifted up, and pulled my cock from her pussy to gently push it into her tight ass. Her beautifully snug booty happily accepting me in, pulling me in as we both breathed deep, so enjoying my slow and steady entrance into the love of my life’s spectacular ass.

My grin so wide as my monster cock inched up mom’s tight, super supple ass. Her anus so tightly gripping it along its horny journey. Mom’s smile even brighter than mine as she leaned back on to me as I began fucking her ass, my hands firmly squeezing her massive jugs while I nibbled her neck, growling softly, making mom giggle and moan so sexy.

Mom grinded on my cock as I fucked her ass, shaking and squeezing her so perfect and heavenly jugs as I went. That ass so tight, but so accepting of my fat cock, her bowels bouncing all over it, her perfect body trembling so pleasurably on mine.

I pinched and rolled mom’s rock hard nips with my fingers, pulling them as far out as they went and shaking them hard.

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!! Cumming againnnnnnnnnnnn. Mmmmmmmmmmmm.” Mom squirted violently, her pussy milk shooting over to the TV, slowly running down the screen. We laughed, kept ass fucking… and mama kept cumming. Her cum shooting everywhere, hitting everything in sight, blasting from her hard spasming pussy for what seemed like forever.

We kissed deep and dirty, swapping spit wildly as my cock sped up in her tight ass, pumping emphatically up into her, my ass jumping from the sofa as I drove my massive dick so deep up mom’s vibrating rump.

We ended up with me straddling mom’s massive, lustfully heaving chest, fucking her massive melons nice and hard as she shook them all over my cock, smiling so slutty, her very naughty tongue lapping at my precum as it poured outta my wide open piss slit. My cock so hard, so ready to explode. I kept banging those boobs harder and faster as my fourteen inches throbbed non stop.

Mom kept shaking those heavenly jugs so furiously on my cock, sucking my mushroom crown, growling herself, so ready to suck down my impending wave of cum.

That’s was it! Blast off, bitches! Mom smiled so happily around my cock, sucking so feverishly on it. Moaning with such cum eating delight as my super creamy, silky smooth cum pumped so violently into her mouth.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!” I yelled out, my body lurching and shaking from the sublimely awesome cumming sensations running throughout my body full speed ahead.

I kept cumming and cumming. Mom very happily drinking down every single fat, thick, gooey glob of super semen I pumped into her perfect mouth. She ravaged my cumming rod, sucking it mercilessly, quickly, and very eagerly, gulping down my entire wad til every last drop was completely gone. She sucked me so clean, my dick was fucking spotless. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!!

“I fucking love you!” I looked right at my mom, raging lust exploding from my gaze. She pulled me down to her and kissed me so passionately. So lovingly. So dirty. So horny. So intensely turned on and pouring juice from her pussy. She soaked the couch even more. It was a fucking awesome moment we shared.

I held my mom’s hands, and stretched her arms out, kissing her so deep. My love. My queen. The reason my heart beats. My dream. I love her more than anything. And you could feel that big time as we kissed.

We fell asleep with her in my arms, both of us smiling so happy. So sexually content. Oh how I love humping at home. Oh fuck yeah! Haha.

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An Incestual Erotic Short Story in

“Millie’s Vast Expanse”

© Copyright 2021 by Millie Dynamite

NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic incestuous sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously–any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events or locales are entirely coincidental. This story does not condone father-daughter sexual encounters or unprotected sex.

Forbidden Passions in a Darkened Room

Watch out, you turned the corner and entered Millie’s Vast Expanse — a land of forbidden delights, stolen kisses, and loving embraces between those who should refrain from such warm, tender, taboo graces. A father and daughter discover their special love in the tenderness of a dark night. A journey of discovery begins in the wee hours of the morning following a young woman’s eighteenth birthday.

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Alone in the darkness, my dream is disturbed by a soft creak and a light clunk, like a door opened and closed with care. In less than a single heartbeat, I realized I wasn’t alone. Roused from my sleep, my eyes flutter, opening to near-total darkness. Rising in bed, I gazed into the surrounding blackness, only able to discern a form at the door.

In the lightlessness of my room, his outline was all I made out, tall and muscular, a man quite familiar to me. A knot forms in my tummy, for I recognize my father standing by my chest of drawers. The glimmering from his cigarette lighted his handsome face in a cherry, red glow. Unmoving, he stares at me. As my eyes become accustomed to the light, his face becomes clear, his ice-cold blue eyes are bloodshot, the aroma of his beer and smoke assaults my nostrils. I can’t understand why he is in my room.

As if to clear up my confusion, daddy asked me a question.

“How old are you,” he asked, his voice in a hushed whisper.

“Eighteen,” I said.

“Yeah, when’d ‘at happen?”

“Drake, I mean Daddy,” I said. For he knew when my birthday happened.

“No, baby doll, call me Drake. Now, sweetheart, when’d you turn 18?”

“Drake, today,” I said, still barely awake. “You weren’t at my party.”

“No, you’re wrong,” he said, glancing at his wristwatch, “today is tomorrow, and your birthday was yesterday, now.”

“What?” I said.

“After midnight, little lady,” daddy said, thumping his watch.

“Oh, yeah, yesterday. You, still, didn’t show up,” I said, sounding somewhat put out.

“What’d I tell ya before your birthday?”

“You’d give me my present when you got home from work. But you never got home,” I said, voicing my disappointment.

“I’m home now, aren’t I?” he asked.

“Yeah, but my birthday is over,” I said.

The grandfather’s clock downstairs chimed a full complement and then rang twice.

“Well, only by two hours,” he smiled at me, the kind of smile which steals your heart. To me, my father was my whole world.

Not to be cruel, but my stepmother was a cold, nasty, jealous bitch. She’d driven my father into other women’s arms, blaming me for the issues between them, all the while plotting to drive a wedge between us. In general, she made life, for both of us, difficult.

Putting his beer on the top of the bureau, he snubbed out the smoke in an ashtray he’d carried into my room, turned to me, and gave me the biggest grin.

“Come here and give me a kiss, baby doll,” he said.

Tossing off my covers, I jumped out of bed, rushed to him, leaping into his strong arms. With a tight grip, we hugged for several moments, we kissed a father-daughter peck. Closing his eyes, Daddy moved his face close to mine, so close, the heat from his skin warmed my own flesh. With tenderness, he pressed his lips to mine a second time; we kissed in a way we’d never done before. Melting into him, my heart raced, pumping the blood to my head, making my brain spin out of control.

Parting my mouth with his tongue, which was slick with his moisture, darting into my mouth, the flavor of cigarette and beer didn’t invade my mouth. Instead, some sweet caramel savoriness with a salty zing greeted my taste buds. A surging intense craving filled me, a niggling fear consumed me, for I feared if my desire wasn’t fulfilled, I might melt into oblivion.

But my passion took over. Responding to his tongue, my own tongue danced with his in a dizzying, wild, wanton tango. Over the past few months, I’d come to consider kissing as tongues dancing, and ours did. Time froze, and I yearned for this moment to last forever. My mind continued to spin round and round like I twirled on a merry-go-round. The beating of my heart pounded so hard I couldn’t think. All the while, our tongues muş escort bayan danced and danced.

In that dizzying moment, I realized I loved my father way beyond as a parent. At last, when we broke apart, I fell limp, like a rag doll, into my father’s arms. Gazing into his beautiful eyes, my mind still reeling, my heart so full of love, I told him I loved him.

“I love you too, princess,” if only he’d understood. The ache in my heart wouldn’t be filled without him, and he loved me like his daughter. Lacking the knowledge to tell him differently, I grinned as if happy to be his daughter, only his daughter.

“Don’t you want your present?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Well, ask me, sweetheart.”

“Where’s my present?” I asked.

Putting me down on the floor, he opened the door, picked a package up from right outside my room, closed the door, and handed me the gift, wrapped in bright paper and completed with a festive bow. Taking the present, I tore the wrapping paper from the box. Flashing dad, a beaming grin, I lifted the top from the package and dropped the boxtop to the floor.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, goggling into the box at the sheer, pink nightgown and matching panties. My mouth must have dropped open. The nightie was sexy and adult, and my temples pounded at the sight of lacey clothing. Wanting to rip the outfit from the box, I instead controlled my hands, but not my mouth.

“Oh, my goodness, oh, gosh, Drake, this wonderful. Just like a woman wears.”

“You are a woman, Babycakes. A grownup gift for my grownup woman,” he said. “Now, try on your first sexy lingerie, cutie pie.”

“Turn away, daddy.”

“What?”

“I mean, turn away, Drake.”

Turning toward the door, he gazed into the mirror, atop my chest of drawers. With the mirror positioned as it was, I realized daddy had a perfect view of me as I changed. And you-know-what, I didn’t care. Pulling the silly Minnie Mouse t-shirt off and working my matching panties to the floor, I glanced at him, with daddy reviewing my fully formed body in the mirror.

Realizing he liked the view, I resisted the urge to smile at him and busied myself putting on the panties and top. Backing to the window, I took a pose like a model in a magazine, one hand at my head, the other at my waist.

“Well, Drake, what you think?”

With a slowness, daddy rotated toward me, his mouth, those thin mainly lips, curled into a sneer, not hateful, but a contented, happy smile, which bordered on a leer. With his fiery eyes roving over my body, a sensation rushed over me, through me, washing me in a gnawing hunger. I yearned for his hand to caress my body, for his hands to set my flesh on fire.

“Oh, my darling, I believe I have produced a prodigy, a wonderment of inspiration, Helen of Troy, Nefertiti, and Cleopatra all rolled into one person. You are the most beautiful woman I have had the pleasure to be with.”

“Daddy,” I said. Fire erupted on my cheeks, and casting my eyes to the ground, I mumbled, “I mean Drake.”

“I mean it, you are the image of your mother, but more gorgeous. And I love you, so, very, very much. The first time I made love to your mother, she was your age. You are so lovely. For your mother, the birthing of you proved too much for her, I guess. I blame myself. The greatest sadness of my life is all tied to your mother taking ill and dying.”

Swishing the nightdress, back and forth, while twisting one of my feet, trying my best to burn a hole in the carpet, I couldn’t believe what my father was telling me. Emotions swept over me like ocean waves crashing into the sand.

And like some sand is pulled away from the shore, many of my doubts were swept away. For I realized he loved me more than a father loves a daughter. Rushing to my father, I clutched onto him, with my head at his belly.

“I love you like a woman loves a man.”

“I know, Babycakes,” he said. “I love you the way you love me. Being a selfish man, I now desire to give you the birthday present of womanhood.”

“OH, daddy,” he broke in on me.

“Don’t call me daddy, my love. When we move away from here and live as man and wife, you can never again call me daddy. I have a plan for us to leave here and starting over somewhere else.”

Taking five or ten minutes, daddy, I mean, Drake, explained we would move away soon to a new town. Living in that new place, I’d be his wife.

“What about Ashley?”

“Yeah, what about Ashley? What can I say about Ash? The woman is nothing to me, and she won’t be coming with us. Don’t worry your beautiful head about your stepmother,” he said. For the briefest moment, this familiar darkness overtook him. Some unpleasant thought entered his mind, consuming his happiness for the shortest time.

From time to time, my father was prone to dark moods, they passed as quickly as they came, and his happy nature always returned. Realizing his dark spirits often preceded his bouts of infidelity with my muş escort stepmother, I determined to chase them away as soon they formed.

“Again, my darling, would you like to make love with me?”

“I want this more than life. But, with that said, I fear the pain.”

“Yes, you will have pain; at least pain usually goes, hand in hand, with the first time. If you want to wait,” this time, I broke in on him.

“No, I want this.”

Off in the distance, downstairs in my father’s study, the chimes of the grandfather clock rang out the three-quarter-hour. Soon, the full chime would resonate and be followed by three strikes clanging out the third hour of my Eighteenth year.

In a hasty manner, my father undressed with swift grace. Afterward, with him standing before me in all his physical perfection, this warmth spread through my body, both beginning and culminating in my private place; I went lifeless and leaned into him. The vision of my father burned in my mind. While I blistered in an agitated, heightened state and trembled inside with a mixture of anticipation, longing, and dread.

Inside me, some tension boiled. A conflict arose, a battle inside me between saying and doing, and so wanting to tell him how perfect he was, and hankering to hold him, kiss him, and touch all his magnificent flesh. With a move by him, the choice to merely speak was removed from the equation.

Picking me up in his strong arms, he laid me on the bed. Descending, daddy lay next to me. The instant passed so slow, his face inching closer, the darkness covering us in a warm protective blanket, as our mouths touched the slightest amount. The full, soft lips of my mouth pressed sheepishly to his smooth, thin mouth. Electricity rushed between us as we delighted in our moment, stretching the flirtatious contact into minutes. Our kisses growing more robust, longer, needier second by agonizing second.

Our passions turned to passion, while my love for him and his love for me became love. The kiss went on, wet, the tasty flavor vanished from the caramel he’d eaten and the pungent foulness of his Marlboros and beer. If I told you this changed nothing, would you believe me?

Taking the lead, this time, I worked my tongue into his mouth, like a snake slivering through the undergrowth, snatching about as if searching for food. His tongue darted inside my open maw, filling me, desperately tasting me, eager to become a part of me.

Our hands roamed over one another’s body like we’d never touched before. Drake’s touch, both gentle and firm, sent tremors through my nerves, single traveling from his hand to my brain, my emotions, traveling into my hungry, insistent, demanding pussy. The wetness covered my new, pink panties. The code reached my breast, and goosebumps rose, my nipples stiffened, and the fabric became a sensual irritation to my skin.

One of daddy’s hands moved to my left boob, a squeeze, tender and sweet, tightened, and shards of necessity rushed through me. I wanted him, desired to merge our flesh and become one person.

Without understanding when the change of position happened, as the storm raged inside me, through my body, and inside my mind, I found myself naked, trundling underneath my father. The icy-hot touch of his hands dove me to an edge of a precipice. I couldn’t return if I wanted to, and I certainly didn’t want to leave this hallowed place. For the first time since we laid down, our mouths parted, my father’s kisses moved from mouth to my cheek, my neck, and continued to my bosom.

Hot, wet, lusty kisses sending my body into a frenzy. Each inch of my skin sensed everything. The bedsheet’s fabric was soft, my father’s muscles were rock hard, his chest hair grazed my belly as he sucked on my medium-sized titties. Puffy areolas swelled as his tongue worked magic on me. My nipples were painfully hard.

With that said, I arched my back, pushing my nipples deeper into his mouth. One of his hands wandered down, and running his fingers over my pussy lips, he tested my wetness. The touch of his hands promised, we have so, much, more to come.

He caressed me, touching me in ways I’d never been touched. A sense of belonging and longing rushed along my spine, my mind sent a yearning back along the nerves, and as his mouth kissed my shaved pubic mound, a small shivering explosion sent me reeling.

Daddy purred to me, “You’re, so, very ready, Babycakes. But I’m not done with our foreplay.”

When his tongue touched the lips of my pussy, I thought I died. The kind of death, which sends you a dozen different directions, all on the path to paradise. In a moment, I couldn’t contain my joy, my passion, my lust, and they all detonated inside me.

As my father made a meal of me, my hips lurched, back arched, rising off the bed, using my head as a support, I undulated, writhing in a rutting jumble of emotion and physical joy. The kind of joy which robs you of breath, raises your temperature, blinds you, escort muş and makes you lose control. The moment, however long the moment lasted, was this religious rapture.

In a strange convergence of desire and fulfillment, my body moved as if independent of my mind. My whole body tingled with strange sensations, quakes, shivers, trembles, my legs quivered, while I clawed the sheets, and letting out this long rush of words, I don’t know what they were. In a flash, a burst of giddy laughter came from me, and I imploded, collapsing into the bed. The sexual tension vanished, the lust, for a moment, burnt out, and a sensation of fulfillment inundated my body, mind, and soul.

“Oh, Drake, what was the that?”

“That, my sweet love, was a climax,” daddy said.

“I’ve never, this is new, nothing like, no, nothing like this,” I said as the confusion slow stilled inside my brain.

I lay still on my bed, with my father beside me, stroking my hair and whispering in my ear. A weird thought sprang into my mind, this a dream, a dream so realistic I think I’m awake. Daddy didn’t come into my room, didn’t give me a nightdress, we didn’t make love.

A lucid, wonderful dream had wormed into my slumbering mind and carried me where I wished to go. Yes, any moment now, I’d wake up, and my gift would be unopened on the dresser. However, Drake’s hands roved over my body, his semi-erection pressed against my butt, and I understood, this wasn’t a dream.

“When did you first realize you loved me, like a woman?”

“I have never thought of you in any sexual manner. I realized, peaking into the mirror as you changed tonight, I saw you as a woman, a woman I love, a woman I want to be with. Do you want to sleep now, talk more, or what?”

Laughing, a small, nervous chuckle, my breasts heaving, tummy tightening, and a tension knot throbbed on the back of my head.

“That was when I knew as well. I chose, or what. Yes, or what, is what I want, what about you?”

Scooting away, only a little, in the single bed, laying on my back, glancing down, I stared at his hardening dick. The head of the thing twitched, reaching down, touching the shaft. His member was hot and swelling, with a drop of fluid emerging from the tip and falling to the sheets.

“I should return the favor,” I said.

My father adjusted himself. Finding a comfortable position, on the bed, with his side against the wall. With a gentle insistence, daddy guided me to his chest and belly. My long hair laid over his chest. My face rested on his taught, toned tummy while the heat of him warmed my face. The warmth spread lower. I rubbed his cock as the monster returned to life at the touch of my hand.

More of the moisture drops oozed from the slit, dribbling down his belly. Running my tongue over his tummy, I lapped up his fluid. The flavor of his precum was savory saltiness which I liked.

With tenderness, he played with my hair with one of his hands. Swishing the strands over his chest, and with the other, rubbed on my rounded butt. Shivers ran from my ass into my pussy, and the moisture rose, and I too leaked. The lubricant ran over my leg and down onto my white cotton sheets.

As I moved my face toward his willy, my mouth watered, the knot in my neck, along with the gnawing in my belly, became more aggressive. With his glans in front of my lips, my tummy lurched, my head throbbed. The tension ran from the back all the way to my eyes as my body tingled. I wanted to run away. My tongue darted, cleaned a new drop of dew from the slit, ran over my full lips, and retreated into my mouth.

Father moaned a soft sigh, his body shuddered, and he said, “Go on, Babycakes, don’t be shy or afraid. You’re doing fine, better than fine. I’ll let you know when I’m about to lose my nut.”

“No, just surprise me, Drake,” I said. As my confidence returned, the knot and tension slipped almost away, almost. I moved in for the thrill, so to speak.

With my mouth open, I put my lips on the head. Sucking the head, sliding my lips down the shaft. The sensation of being filled with my father’s pecker sent tremors through my body and strange loving emotions deep inside me. We were becoming one.

To be frank, I imitated what I’d seen in porn, bobbing the thing way down my throat. The slick slobber built inside my mouth, so thick, the spittle gushed from my mouth, drizzled onto Drake’s bare, rippled belly. While I gagged a bit, I fought through the urge, continued to pump his cock with my lips gliding over the lacquered surface.

All the while, my father praised my technique, called me ‘baby,’ ‘sweetheart,’ or his often-used nickname for me, ‘Babycakes.’ As his hands caressed my body, I had a minor eruption of my own. The idea of cumming, from sucking cock, never crossed my mind. But an orgasm, indeed, traversed my body, each square inch of my flesh alive, prickled with our forbidden passion.

The events struck me as passing in no time, but over twenty minutes had elapsed when his seed filled my throat and mouth. The penis pulsed, waves contacted and expanded over the flesh of his member, as spurts, thick and succulent, exploded in my mouth. Taking my time, I jacked his cock, resting the helmet on my lips until his last drop of cum covered my face.

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Author’s Note: Please take note of this story’s category and tags, in case the subject matter might not be to your liking. Also, note this is a follow-on chapter in a multi-part series. If you haven’t already, please start your reading with Chapter 1, otherwise the story won’t flow well and might be a bit confusing.

This is a work of fiction. The plot is fictional. The characters are fictional. In other words, it’s not real life. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. All fictional characters in this fictional story involved in fictional sexual activities are 18+ in their completely fictional lives. If you think you recognize a real-life someone in this story, you lead a more colorful life than the author. 🙂

Lastly, and most importantly, I hope you enjoy the story!

-BizMe

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Mom, Aunt Clara & My Wandering Mind: Part 4

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My head was swimming as Aunt Clara led Mom into the kitchen to discuss the ‘rights and responsibilities of a caregiver’ according to Aunt Clara’s treatment plan for me–a treatment plan that, thus far, had resulted in my getting spanked by my stepmother (and later my aunt), fingered in the ass by my aunt (and later my stepmom), and jerked off by both Mom and Aunt Clara (twice)!

Now, as I lay naked on the couch in our living room, I wondered how this ‘therapy’ was ever going to actually help me. How could corporal punishment, naked humiliation, and sexual depravity help cure me of absent-mindedness and timidity–problems I’d had as long as I could remember and probably longer? And even if it did help, was I now doomed to an eternity in Hell for the incestuous things I’d experienced with family members?

I could try to argue I was the victim, an unwilling recipient of these so-called treatments. I certainly didn’t consent to the spankings–well, not exactly, and not at first, anyway. Still, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy what Aunt Clara called the ‘pleasurable corrections.’

My fate was sealed, either way, I supposed, either by lying through my teeth or by acts of incest. One way or the other, I was going to Hell. Or maybe… maybe there was some legitimate justification for the way I’d been manhandled by Mom and Aunt Clara?

As much as I resented Aunt Clara for her high-brow education, I assured myself that there must be some justifiable logic behind such an extreme or, as Aunt Clara called it, ‘non-traditional’ treatment plan. Maybe I just wasn’t smart enough to understand it.

Besides, there was no doubt in my mind Mom loved me and she was in support of it. She’d already sacrificed so much of her life to focus on me. I had been her priority since even before Dad left us like a two-bit gambler trying to hide from his bookie.

And since Dad walked out on us, Mom had given up on her career, her aspirations, her dreams, and her love life. She wouldn’t suddenly turn sour on me after her entire life had been dedicated to doing what she thought was in my best interest, would she?

No, I could trust Mom. The real question was whether I could trust Aunt Clara and I quickly decided I had no other choice. I had to trust Aunt Clara. Mom was at her wit’s end trying to help me with my problems with inattentiveness and my recent angry outbursts.

She deserved better than that from me. I knew she did. But neither she nor I had been able to find a solution to my problems.

If Aunt Clara’s secret, possibly illegal, surely immoral, non-peer-reviewed, and unstudied methods for curing inattentiveness and timidity had even a snowball’s chance in Hell of working, I owed it to my stepmom to try.

Besides, everything Aunt Clara said about her qualifications was true–being a tenured psycho-therapist with a successful practice, a peer-reviewed researcher published in multiple journals, and a highly sought-after guest lecturer at colleges and symposiums across the country.

If not as a family member, she can at least be trusted as a professional, can’t she? I mean, of course, she can. I asked and quickly answered my own question in a single thought.

I was certain she loved Mom and, even though she had always seemed more distant with me, I was pretty sure she loved me, too. That didn’t change the fact that she was condescending and bitchy more often than not, though.

As I continued trying to comprehend everything that had happened so far in the craziest day of my life, Mom and Aunt Clara chatted non-stop in the kitchen.

I rose from the couch and tiptoed toward them only stopping once I’d reached the arched doorway where I hid, just around the corner.

“You have to take care of yourself before you try to care for others,” Aunt Clara lectured her. “You know there’s a reason the stewards on an airplane tell passengers to put their own oxygen mask on first, before trying to help someone else, even their own children.”

“I know that,” Mom agreed cautiously.

“You’ll be of osmaniye escort no use to anyone else if you’re not first taken care of yourself. You can’t help Andy if you’re not…”

“I get it, Clarissa, I do. It’s just… well, it’s been so long since I’ve…”

“Gotten laid?”

I heard a smack and presumed Mom had just slapped Aunt Clara’s arm.

“That’s not what I was going to say. I was going to say it’s been a long time since I’ve put myself first… for almost anything.”

“I couldn’t agree more, Mary. When was the last time you went shopping?”

“I went to the grocery store yesterday after…” Mom started to say.

“No! Not grocery shopping. Real shopping! Like we used to do in college? At Victoria’s Secret and that store off the interstate just outside of town?”

“Oh, Clarissa! That was… We were… Oh, I’m not young and…”

“And what? Horny?” Aunt Clara pressed.

“No!”

“Aren’t you, though?” Aunt Clara obviously disagreed. “I think that worn-out latex cock in your nightstand might disagree.”

“Clarissa! Be quiet!”

I’d already known about Mom’s dildo. I found it the same way Aunt Clara did when Mom sent me to her room to get something else from that drawer.

“Or the vibrator egg?”

I didn’t know about ‘the egg’ and decided I would do some snooping later to see what that was about.

“Clarissa! Andy might hear you!” Mom begged.

“You think he hasn’t heard you before? You’re not exactly quiet, as I recall,” Aunt Clara continued to pester.

“Clarissa Emanuelle, please,” Mom begged again, though she let out an odd giggle at the same time.

Emmanuelle? My mind quickly started to wander. Wasn’t there some super sexy movie with that name? And that’s Aunt Clara’s middle name, too? Well, Aunt Clara might not be as hot as that one woman but she’s pretty damn hot. Her long slender legs…No! Somehow, I’d just stopped myself and it surprised me when I did.

“I think you’ve just repressed all those feelings because you’re so preoccupied with caring for your son.”

“It’s not just that,” Mom confessed quietly.

“Then what else?” Aunt Clara asked.

“I’m not… who I used to be. I’m not… young… or pretty… or desirable.”

“That’s so not true and you know it! Why, even Patrick has said you’re a MILF, Mar.”

“A what?”

Oh, come on, Mom. You’ve got to know what MILF stands for! I said to myself, surprised that Mom could be so out of touch.

“Oh my, so you’re behind the times a little,” Aunt Clara guffawed. “A MILF. A Mother I’d Like to Fuck?”

“Oh my God! Patrick said that!?”

“Don’t act so surprised. I bet Andrew has fantasized about you, too.”

What?! I startled at Aunt Clara’s words and then tried to suppress what I knew was true… that she was right.

“What?! But he’s my son! And… and.. Patrick is my nephew!” Mom protested.

“And? Patrick’s also a strapping young man with a whole lot of barely controlled libido running through his veins. Same with Andrew. And I’m pretty sure the fact that he’s family didn’t stop you from drooling when you saw your son’s hard cock earlier, did it?”

“Clarissa!”

“Well? Am I wrong?”

I leaned in closer, eagerly waiting to hear Mom’s answer.

“I… Clara… I just can’t bring another man into my life. He could end up just like my shithead ex-husband. He could be worse! And I still need to figure out how to help Andy! And…”

“And, and, and. All excuses. You’re just full of them, Mary. And don’t think I didn’t notice you not answering my question. You were drooling when you saw your son’s cock, weren’t you?”

I heard Mom shuffle her Feet under the table but not answering.

“Oh my Gawd,” Aunt Clara huffed. “You’re thinking about it even now, aren’t you?!”

“Ugh! I am, Clara! I’m a terrible person! And a worse mother!”

Wow! I had no further thought than that. Just, Wow!

“No, Mary! I’m telling you this therapy isn’t only for Andrew. It’s for you, too. You’re not a horrible mother. You’re the best mother. You’re the mother he needs. And you won’t have to worry about bringing another man into the picture. You won’t need one. And you’ll still be helping Andrew while also helping yourself.”

“I hear what you’re saying, Clara. I just…”

“Just nothing, Mary! No more excuses! It worked wonders for Patrick and me. I’m convinced it will for you and Andrew, too. And call me selfish, but I want my fun-loving, vivacious, confident sister back. Please, continue with the plan.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what Aunt Clara had in mind, but what I heard made me sad. Sad that my stepmom had given up so much for me. Sad that she’d lost the confidence she once had. Sad that she could no longer even see how attractive she still was. Patrick saw it. I saw it. Aunt Clara saw it. Only Mom didn’t.

It made me angry, too. Angry at myself for being the reason for all of it. All because I was so feeble-minded that osmaniye escort bayan I couldn’t stay focused on things and daydreamed all the time and was forgetful and flighty. Like that one deputy in that black and white t.v. show? You know, the one where that guy keeps his gun unloaded and a single bullet in his pocket which he always seems to lose? What was the name of that show? Andy something… Again, I somehow caught myself starting to drift and stopped it and again it surprised me. What surprised me, even more, was what I did next.

“You should do it, Mom,” I blurted, coming out from my hiding spot and saying it without even thinking it through first.

“Andy!” Mom shrieked in surprise. “Were you? Did you hear us…? Were you spying on us… again?!”

“Mom, you should do it. And no, I wasn’t spying, I mean, yeah, I guess I was, but only a few seconds. And I’m sorry and I’m sure I’ll get my butt spanked for saying that… dammit… but Mom, you should do it. I know it sounds crazy but I think this might work. Just a second ago I started to zone out and I was able to stop myself! I mean, it took a few seconds but, still, I…”

“Did you hear what it is?” Mom asked, interrupting me.

“Well… no. But it doesn’t matter, does it? You deserve to be happy and it’s my fault you’re not. Whatever it is, you should do it. It’s bad enough I’m all fucked up. You shouldn’t be, too. It’s all my fault and I don’t want that anymore… So, you should do this. We should do this.”

“But Andrew, you don’t know…”

“Mom, just say you’ll do it. Please?” I begged. “I don’t want to feel guilty about this anymore. You deserve to be happy and Aunt Clara said this will do that. That’s all I needed to hear, Mom.”

“You heard him, Mary,” Aunt Clara urged. “Just say yes. Say yes to being happy again. Yes to being taken care of. Yes to getting your mojo back.”

“Andy… are you sure? You don’t know what it means. What you’ll have to…”

“Mom. I love you. I owe you so much and I’ll never be able to repay you. I want to do this for you, okay? Whatever it is. I want to make you proud of me. And I want you to be happy. I’ll do anything for you, Mom.”

“Surely, you can’t argue with that, Mary.” Aunt Clara jabbed, knowing Mom was about to cave.

“I… oh my… well… okay… I guess,” she muttered quietly, questioningly.

“Don’t tell me we’re going to have to institute a corrective treatment plan for you, too,” Aunt Clara teased. “Say it with confidence, Mary. If this is what you want, say so.”

“Ok, Clara. I’m in. Yes,” Mom said with a smile that silently said that she was proud of herself. “And Andy?” she turned to face me, taking a few seconds to look me over from my head to my toes and back up again, lingering on both passes when she came to my crotch.

“Um… yeah, Mom?” I croaked as I suddenly remembered that I’d been standing there naked the entire time we’d been talking and not once thinking to cover myself.

“I was just going to say ‘thank you’ but then, you just said ‘um’ so you’re up to what now? Eleven corrections?”

“Um… Dammit…”

“Hee hee,” Mom giggled. “Twelve?”

“More like fourteen, Mary,” Aunt Clara chimed in. “Don’t forget he was spying on us again. And he said he was sorry again when we all know he didn’t mean it. That’s at least fourteen. Oh, and I’m more than a little curious what he was thinking about right before he came around the corner since he was already sporting another erection…”

I felt the blood drain away from my face as the number of future spankings kept going up and hoping she wouldn’t make me confess that I’d been comparing her to a porn star in my imagination or recalling a time when I’d fantasized about seeing Mom naked.

“Don’t worry, Andrew,” Aunt Clara said, seeing the panic in my eyes. “In light of your progress and, dare I even say, chivalry, we’ll defer your corrections until tomorrow. I’m not sure how much more punishment that your cute little ass can take tonight anyway without leaving marks. It does seem like we’re going to be spanking it a lot, so we ought to pace ourselves a bit.”

I couldn’t help noticing Mom still glancing down at my manhood, and the knowledge of it gave me a tingle.

“Turn around, Andrew,” Aunt Clara ordered. “I need to assess your ass… get it?”

Was that a joke? Did Aunt Clara just crack a joke? She never does that.

“Hmm? Oh, okay,” I quickly corrected myself, lest I get yet another correction for making her repeat herself. I turned, thankful that Mom could no longer ogle my dick which had started to grow under her lascivious staring.

“Hmm, I suppose you could handle more spankings tonight but… oh, let’s just save it for tomorrow,” Aunt Clara decided. “In the meantime… oh, you can turn back around and face us, Andrew… In the meantime, I think we should get started on helping your mother out. What do you say, Andrew?”

“Oh… sure, Aunt Clara, escort osmaniye whatever you say,” I said while moving my hands to cover my mounting erection from their gaze.

“What I say, young man, is to stop covering yourself all the time,” Aunt Clara said sternly. “You know we’ve already seen you in all your glory. There’s no sense in maintaining this false modesty any longer. Go on then. Hands to your sides.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I muttered, moving my hands and exposing a three-quarters salute to their immediate attention.

“Much better. Come on then, you two. Let’s get you both on the road to recovery,” Aunt Clara said after clearing her throat. “To your bedroom, Mary.”

Mom shot her attention away from me and back to Aunt Clara. “My… my bedroom? Really? Now?”

“No better time than the present, let’s go.” Aunt Clara replied coolly.

I backed up from the doorway, letting Aunt Clara lead the way but she reached her hand out as she passed, grabbing my penis and leading me down the hall with it like a dog on a leash. Mom followed close behind, staring at my butt.

“Andrew, go fetch my purse,” Aunt Clara ordered no sooner than we entered Mom’s bedroom.

Mom tore her gaze away from my butt in time to catch Aunt Clara squeezing my dick one last time before releasing me.

I turned back to the living room, completely naked in my own house, and the sudden awareness that the large bay window in the front had its curtains pulled open wide made me backtrack a couple of steps.

Had the curtains not been drawn when I was getting spanked? Were they open when I was anally penetrated by Aunt Clara? Had anyone seen when I was jerked off by Mom and Aunt Clara? And when old lady Perkins took her annoying lap dog for her evening walk, did she see me standing naked in the corner?!

I tried to guestimate what was happening at exactly 6:05 pm because that’s when old lady Perkins walked past our front yard, like clockwork, every day. I stood frozen at the end of the hallway, wondering. Maybe her eyesight is bad. Maybe she couldn’t see anything anyway, even she had looked. I tried to console myself with the possibility.

“Andrew, what’s taking so long?” Aunt Clara called from behind me.

“I’m… I’m coming!” I announced then hurried across the living room and picked up Aunt Clara’s purse from the side table. I also picked up the small bottle of lotion she’d left out–the bottle of stuff they’d massaged into my butt after my spanking and that they used to lube up my sphincter so they could finger-fuck my ass.

Just as quickly, I hurried back to the relative safety of the hallway, my hard dick leading the way.

“Oh, good. You brought the lubricant, too, though I doubt we’ll be needing it for this,” Aunt Clara chirped. “Now, Andrew. Turn around.”

I did.

I heard Aunt Clara fidgeting around in her purse and felt a piece of fabric being placed across my eyes. An elastic strap was pulled over my head and snapped behind my head.

“You carry that with you all the time?” Mom asked. “And the lube, too?”

“I like to be prepared, Mary. I’d say it already come in handy, wouldn’t you?”

“I… well, I suppose,” Mom agreed.

“Get on the bed, Andrew,” Aunt Clara ordered while turning me and guiding me toward Mom’s bed.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, clumsily shuffling to the bed and then laying down on top of the fitted sheet. “Aunt Clara? Why am I blindfolded?” I asked.

“Because you’re not privileged to see what’s about to happen, that’s why. You must earn that. Continually eavesdropping and other infractions will keep you in this state quite often, though. So you’d better get on the ball.”

“Okay,” I uttered.

“Now, lay flat. Yes, like that. Scoot down more. Yes. Right about there. Now, hands to your side. Good boy. No, don’t touch yourself. That’s not allowed. Very good.”

“Mary, it’s time,” Aunt Clara said to Mom. “Here, I’ll help you.”

“I can manage,” Mom protested weakly.

“I know that, but I want to help,” Aunt Clara said almost pleadingly. “Is that okay?”

“Oh… okay,” Mom almost whispered.

I listened intently, trying to glean what I could from the few audio clues floating in the air. A snap undone. A zipper pulled. Shuffling of feet. Things whooshing through the air and landing lightly on the floor. Then the mattress beneath me sinking slightly to my left and then to my right.

“Go ahead, straddle him,” Aunt Clara directed and the mattress shifted beneath me again.

“Oh, no Mary! No!” Aunt Clara snickered. “That’s a little too eager there. He’s not ready for that, yet. And I doubt you are either.”

“Oh… sorry,” Mom said embarrassingly.

“It’s okay. I should have been more specific. And believe me, I’m really glad to see you’re suddenly so committed. But for now, come straddle him up here,” Aunt Clara said while patting the mattress right next to my head.

When did that happen? When did Aunt Clara sit down on the mattress next to me? And what had Mom just tried to do anyway?

I had no more time to ponder it when I felt warm soft skin pressing against my right shoulder. A leg, I immediately thought. Then more shifting of the mattress until the contact became more forceful and a similar feeling crept across my other shoulder.

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Harriet and her naughty son

My name is Harriet. I am divorced and have a son. I have a new man that has moved in with us. My son has no objections about that. We get along fine.

I think my son is a bit late in his development. Not that he is retarded or something like that. He does well in school. But I am worried that he is so late to take an interest in girls. He doesn’t date girls although he has passed his eighteen’s birthday and that worries me. I mean, boys should date girls, shouldn’t they?

But he has become extremely interested in me and my body lately and has started to behave very naughty indeed with me.

I talked cautiously to some of my friends about the situation and one of them mentioned that she knew about a special club that seemed to address the problems with boys lacking enough self-confidence to date girls. We talked a couple of times about it and what I thought my son needed. Maybe I wasn’t were cautious anymore and especially when she finally admitted that she was a member of what she called the mom and son club. She praised it and said that it was the best that had happen to her and her son. Through her I got in contact with Carla who runs the club.

We talked over the phone and Carla explained the idea with the club. It was simple but brilliant. At the meetings boys got the possibility to fuck horny mothers to gain experience and self-confidence. Single mothers who didn’t get laid often enough or not at all got their needs fulfilled. Carla very thoroughly explained that the mother had to take part in the activities. The set up required even pairs so that everybody had a partner to fuck. And most of the boys were both able and horny enough to want a second round. Some even wanted a third. The mothers had to be prepared to take on more than one boy at each meeting.

I told her that I was neither a single mother nor was I sex starved. My man took me regularly, at least every second week and that is normal, isn’t it? But the club sounded just like what my son needed. Carla said that it was up to me to decide. I was welcome if I accepted the demands of the club.

I thought it over for a while. On the one hand I thought that my son really needed the club to gain self-confidence and experience. On the other hand, it meant that I was cheating on my new man. Or was it cheating really? Wasn’t it more that I made a sacrifice to make it possible for my son to develop. Yes, I would fuck a lot, but it was young boys who were there to learn. I would be sort of a teacher and a prop. And that wasn’t cheating in the true sense, was it?

The second point I had mentioned to Carla was that I didn’t regard myself as sex starved. But that was no problem I thought. I was sure of that my sex drive was strong enough to want to satisfy both my man when he wanted to fuck and two or three boys twice a month. And the more I thought about it I began to wonder if I wanted more sex than my man gave me. I nearly always tried to get him interested already after a week.

I came to the conclusion that me and my son should join the club. The goal justifies the means, doesn’t it?

But I had one request when I phoned Carla to tell that we wanted to join the club.

I asked for an experienced mother among the members who could be the first woman for my son in the club. And that their first meeting should be held in private. I was afraid that my inexperienced boy would fail which would hurt his pride badly. Carla at first said that it normally went very well. The boys performed satisfactorily, sometimes with a little extra help from the understanding women though. But I insisted and Carla finally said that she would arrange a private session for my boy.

When we came to the club Carla greeted us warmly. She was a good-looking, statuesque woman in her mid-forties. It clearly showed that she took good care of her body.

She said that a very experienced woman waited for us in a smaller room. She led us through the big main room where couches stood along the walls in small cubicles that were open towards the middle of the room. It gave some privacy but still everyone could follow what happened.

She showed us to a smaller room in the back where a woman was waiting.

“This is Miss Barbro. She will take good care of you. Have a good time. See you later,” Carla said and left.

We shook hands. Miss Barbro looked at my boy taking him in and smiled sweetly. I had got surprised when I saw her. She was young, still in her twenties.

“But you can’t be a member of this club. You are far too young to have a son old enough. I was expecting one of the mothers to meet us,” I blurted out.

“No, you are right. I am not a formal member of this club, but I help now and then. Carla asked me to take care of your son. And don’t worry. I know what I am doing. I have lots of experience,” Miss Barbro said with great self-confidence.

“What have we got here,” she continued. “A very handsome boy I must say. Do you like what you see? Do you want to fuck me?” She giggled.

My son had ordu escort openly stared at Miss Barbro all the time and I understood him. She looked gorgeous with a full hour-glass figure with two pairs of great asses. Her dress made its best to show what she had to offer. It was short and narrow, clinging to her body and with a deep neckline.

“He doesn’t look shy to me,” Miss Barbro said giggling heavily. “Why do you want to get this first session in private?”

I thought that I had to explain more in detail why I wanted this private meeting. I took Miss Barbro aside.

“My son is not a virgin, but he is shy. He doesn’t date girls. He has been with only one woman, so he is very unsure of himself. But I can tell that he doesn’t need to be. He is performing very well in my opinion,” I said, eager to spoke well for my son.

“Very well. It will be a pleasure then to take on such a good boy,” Miss Barbro answered. “But how come that you know so much about his ability?” She asked casually.

“Well, I guess I have to tell you the full story. Only then will you be able to give him the encouragement he needs.” I answered and got quiet for a while thinking about how to start telling.

“Well, I am divorced but I am together with a man that has moved in with us. He is easy going and has established a good relationship with my son. No problems there.

All right, early one Saturday morning my man went out of our bed. I woke up just enough to notice. A while later I woke up again when he climbed back into bed. I lay on my side and pushed myself close against him wanting to cuddle in the spoon fashion. His body felt nice and warm when I made myself comfortable. I should add that we always sleep in the nude.

I went back into half sleep but suddenly woke up again. Something hard poked my ass and slid in between my upper thighs when I moved slightly. I got pleasantly surprised. I hadn’t expected him to want to fuck. He isn’t especially keen to do that in early morning and especially not after having taken me the evening before. Which he had done thoroughly I must say. But of course, I was happy for the opportunity and wanted to use it.

I lifted my upper leg wriggling my body. His cock got into the right position. I felt the head against the entrance to my cunt. I pushed backwards making him to slide into me. Up to now he had been very passive but when his cock got inside, he started to thrust in and out. It felt heavenly being so unexpected.

But after a few nice thrusts I felt that something was wrong. It was not just a general feeling. No, something was seriously wrong.

My man is not too well endowed. I am not experienced enough to tell exactly but my guess is that he hardly reaches the average. But it doesn’t matter. He knows how to use what he has got and always satisfies me. I have no complains there.

But what now was thrusting into me was something bigger and fatter. I was very sure of that. I mean, he had taken me just a few hours ago and the memory of that was still kept in my pussy. And it was also much harder than my man gets. It felt like a rod of stainless steel. And the way the man behind me moved was also quite different from what I was used to.

Just then it dawned upon me that my man should leave early for a fishing trip. So, who on earth had taken his place? Was it an intruder? I didn’t think that to be possible. A rapist would have behaved differently. It was I who had taken an initiative, wasn’t it. At least I had helped him getting into my cunt. But an intruder I had in my pussy. That left only one possibility — my son.

I should tell that we are quite relaxed around the house. Not that we go around in the buff all the time, but I am rather careless, I guess. Since I wear nothing in bed it happens quite often that I go to the bathroom in the nude or with my bathrobe hanging loosely over my naked body. I never lock the door to the bathroom. My son certainly has seen me naked, partly or in full, many times and fully in the nude when I take a shower.

When he was younger, he often came to sleep in my bed. It stopped when my new man moved in with us but has happened a few times after that when he felt depressed, and my man was away. But he had never made a move like now was going on. In fact, I had never thought about him in such a way, never thought about that he had grown up into a young virile man. I had to review that opinion and do it fast.

I had to stop this of course. What we did was wrong. I was absolutely determined about that although it felt very pleasant in my pussy. But I had to be sure that it was my son. That big cock puzzled me. His father had been more average, I think. I looked over my shoulder. Yes, it was my son all right. But what I saw filled my heart with extraordinarily strong feelings that for a crucial moment delayed my firm decision to stop what was going on.

It was what I saw on his face that delayed me. Excitement was natural and evident. But what made my heart to melt was the expression of ordu escort bayan pure lust and enormous joy. I had never seen him look so utterly happy nor any other man.

I mustn’t stop such happiness, I argued with myself. I knew that I ought to do it, but my feelings took over my sense. Then I felt that it was too late anyhow. My indecisiveness had given him time to reach the point of no return. He would deliver his load into me any moment now and do it barebacked. That his seed was going to flow into me didn’t bother me as such, I am on the pill. But I knew that it was too late to prevent that from happening. Just as I had reached that conclusion, he fired his first shot into me. And that shot was followed by several others filling my womb very pleasantly.

Suddenly it was all over, and he fell back pulling out of me. I lay still for some time wondering what I should say and do. But when I was ready to confront him, I heard that he had fallen asleep. Doesn’t all men get sleepy after a good fuck? And he must be exhausted from such a marvelous experience, his first time in a woman’s cunt. And that it was my cunt that became his first made me both proud and ashamed. Proud that he so obviously had liked it. That happy expression was for real. And ashamed because I had let it happen. And I hadn’t been passive, on the contrary. I had taken the initiative, put him in place, pushed backwards to get him inside and met his thrusts eagerly.

Well, done was done and nothing could change that even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t, I found out when I thought about it. I felt incredibly happy for him. That I had been able to make him so utterly pleased warmed my heart.

Having reached that conclusion calmed me down. I hadn’t cum but I felt contented anyway. I went to the bathroom to freshen up. The fresh fill of seed leaked out of me.

When I came back, I stood looking at him for quite a while. He slept fitfully on his back with a relaxed and happy expression on his face. My heart again filled with joy and happiness.

I crept back into bed not bothering that we both were in the nude. He was spent and wouldn’t come round for quite some time, I was sure.

I dozed a little having been awakened so early. After some time, my boy stirred in his sleep and turned to lie on his side. I moved to come closer to him without thinking much about it. It just felt natural to be close to a person in the same bed. Still half asleep I also pulled his arm over me letting it rest on my belly. He stirred again after a while and his arm pulled me tighter against him but was also repositioned. Now the hand cupped my boob, but it kept still so I let it be. It felt good although I knew it wasn’t proper. But the whole situation was a bit out of the ordinary. Mother and son cuddling together in the nude. Not proper at all. But I was sure of that nothing more would happen.

He stirred again and suddenly his hand started to fondle my boob. At first only lightly and it felt like he tried to find out where it was. It stopped moving but only for a short while. Then the fondling became much more determined, cupping and squeezing. Soon he found the nipple, circling it and then pinching it lightly at first, then harder.

While I still thought about what to do and if I should stop him, I felt his cock against my hip. It grew rapidly and hardened which amazed me immensely. I had been so sure that it was impossible after such a short time. At that time, I wasn’t aware of young men’s ability of fast recovering. But I was going to learn about that.

He soon had a full erection and he had moved slightly to let it expand above my hip. I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing it to find out if it was for real. It was quite hard already and again became the steel rod when I squeezed it. It was the hardest cock I ever have had in my hand. Meanwhile he made wonders caressing my boobs and tweaking my nipples. It felt awfully good and that together with the hard cock I was grabbing made me lose my sound judgment.

“What the heck,” my cunt said to my sense, “another fuck won’t change anything. It goes under the same sin.” Which certainly isn’t true my mind replied. One sin doesn’t justify another. But by now I was more inclined to listen to my pussy. It never came to a real argument. My primal brain just took over and decided that he should be allowed to fuck me again.

This time I didn’t want him to enter me spoon wise. I wanted to see his face in full. I threw the duvet away and pulled him over me. I raised my knees spreading my thighs wide and planted my feet firmly on the bed. I was ready to receive him.

Instinctively he got in the right position, and it was lovely to feel his cock poke around my opening. It felt nice and I let him try to find his way without trying to guide him. Well, I moved my ass slightly to ease his search and soon he found the entrance to my excited cunt. With a few good thrusts his steel rod was fully inside me. He rested there for a little while.

I had watched his face all escort ordu the time and saw the expressions develop. Now it showed the same mixture of excitement, lust and joy as last time. It was a lovely mixture that went directly to my heart but also to my pussy. When he started to thrust, my body was ready and met him eagerly and with all the skill it possessed. His face showed that he really enjoyed being in my cunt.

I slowed him down after a while wanting this marvelous feeling to last as long as possible. I made him keep still with his hard cock engulfed deep in me. My cunt muscles made small movements to keep our excitement on top. I saw that he really took in the feeling of being in my pussy and he too moved a little to let his cock explore my sacred place. When he moved, my inner soft spot got caressed which of course felt lovely. Then he couldn’t hold back any longer but started banging again but not in the frantic way that signaled that he was close to cuming. No, he did it slow and tenderly. His steel hard cock felt lovely in my pussy which made it easy for him to fuck me slowly. But even if he went slowly the thrusts were powerful and brought his cock deep inside bottoming out each time.

Well, everything must come to an end. His tempo increased when he climbed the hill, but he did it so nicely that I could follow. Near the top he got frantic and then he stiffened having buried his cock as deep as it would go. He started to shudder when he got his release and grunted for each shot. I had followed the progress both on his face and with my pussy and had caught up. When he fired his third shot, I started to cum crying out loudly. That astonished him I saw on his face, and he fired the rest of his shots in rapid succession while I cried and moaned.

He collapsed on top of me, a lovely feeling. While he rested on my body my senses got the upper hand.

“This was awfully wrong,” they told me.

“But admit that it felt tremendously good,” my pussy replied. “The best fuck you have had for a long time.”

The primal brain didn’t take part in the discussion. It never does. It just acts as is its function.

He fell asleep as soon as I had rolled him off me. I went to the bathroom. I stayed there for quite some time taking a shower and using the hot streaming water on my pussy to savor the aftermaths. I even got a second orgasm replaying the recent events. When I came back to my bedroom my son was gone. It suddenly struck me that we hadn’t said a word since he first climbed into my bed. The only sounds had been his grunts of joy and my screams of pleasure.

During the day I tried to behave casually. Neither of us mentioned what had happened but just talked about the normal things. And the days that followed were the same. I tried hard not to change my behavior like walking around in my undies or letting my bathrobe hang open. But I guess I overplayed it a little being anxious to make it look normal, so I probably showed more flesh than I used to do. There was a change though. My boy showed a much bigger interest watching me. He looked down my dress several times and hung around waiting for me to go to and from the bathroom.

Well, one evening when my man was working late, my son came into the bathroom just as I was about to step into the shower. As I said, that had happened many times before since I never lock the door. But this time he just stood silent in the doorway watching me instead of just go away. I looked back at him and saw pure lust and desire in his eyes.

“Remember how we used to shower together when you were young,” I said trying to break the spell. Maybe it wasn’t the best way to put it because he took that as an invitation which I definitely hadn’t meant it to be. He got rid of his clothes in no time and came forward pushing me into the shower.

The stall is rather big with enough room for two. I was too chocked to reject but just put the water on turning my back against him. I tried hard to figure out how to handle the situation. The only solution I found was to do as I had done when he was younger. I started to soap him. I was careful not to come too close to his cock, but it swelled all the same. No real erection but a good swell it was. It was long and rather thick already. When it reached the steel rod status it would be magnificent, I thought shamelessly. It was the first time I had seen it clearly. I became chocked that I thought of it in such terms but rationalized it to be just a mother’s pride.

Suddenly he reversed the soaping. Very thoroughly he soaped me but unlike me didn’t avoid touching my private parts. On the contrary, he spent a long time on my boobs and as he was standing behind me, I felt that his cock got fully erect. It poked my ass and when I wriggled a little it went in between my upper thighs. When his hands went south soaping up my pussy area my knees buckled. He took the shower and rinsed our bodies. When he turned the shower head to spray upwards from underneath my pussy I couldn’t avoid moaning. I realized that I had to do something to prevent what was about to happen. So, I stepped out of the shower and took a few steps towards the high laundry basket where my towel hung. When I reached out for it, I felt that he was close behind me and before I knew it his cock was back pushed deep in between my thighs.

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Their parents had died in a car wreck two years before, shortly after she had gotten married and he had gone off to college. Toni was twenty when it happened, and Mike just eighteen. When all was settled, he went back to campus and she returned to her husband, and life went on.

And now she was alone again.

Her husband, Steve, had left her for another woman. After only two years? She was devastated, and doubted he had ever loved her in the first place. Thank God they hadn’t yet started a family (and since it was Steve that had always insisted they wait, she now wondered if he hadn’t been planning on leaving her from the start) so she didn’t have that complication to make a bad situation worse, but now she had no one. No husband, no child, no parents, just her brother.

And now it seemed that circumstance was campaigning to destroy her even further. Steve had taken her to another city when they wed, and when her parents died they had yet to make a will, so the court considered the house abandoned and had it sold to pay off debts. Their life insurance barely covered the funeral costs. As a stipulation in the divorce, since Toni and Steve had been together so short a time and had no children or real property, no alimony was assigned. It was more of a delayed annulment than a divorce. Consequently, she couldn’t afford the apartment she and Steve had shared, so Toni found herself not only alone but homeless.

Instead of trying to go back to her home town (what was there for her now anyway?) she took a smaller place in the town where Mike went to school. That way, she could be reasonably close to the only family she had left. She found a job as secretary in a lawyer’s office, and made some new friends but was afraid to let any of them get too close. The only person she really was interested in seeing was her brother.

Mike lived in a dorm on campus, and that was required for the first two years, but his sophomore year was nearly up. He spent as much time with Toni as possible, mostly on weekends, and they talked about him moving in with her at the end of the spring semester. He had a part-time job at the college library, so he’d be able to pay something toward the rent and food. She told him money wasn’t the consideration, she just wanted to be near him as much as possible. A week after the end of classes, Mike moved his paltry belongings into her apartment.

It was a three-room walk-up. The main room served as den and kitchen (the appliances and sink hidden behind a drape) and off that was a small bathroom (no tub, just a shower enclosure, toilet, and sink) and a single bedroom. Toni, of course, kept the bedroom. Mike slept on a fold-out couch.

They became inseparable. When not working, they went swimming together at the lake, or went shopping, and would spend Friday nights at one of the taverns near the college, listening to music, drinking, sometimes dancing. Seeing them together, no one would know they were brother and sister, and so anyone who otherwise might have approached one or the other didn’t bother. The few hard cases that tried were quickly rebuffed. All Toni and Mike wanted right then was each other.

They took turns cooking and cleaning, and by the time the fall semester started had developed a comfortable domestic routine. Neither had ever been so care-free in their lives. They had no parents telling them what messes they were making of their lives, no spouses with egos to stroke, no cadre of friends trying to point them in this or that direction. It was just the two of them, and life could not have been better.

But then, one cold October night, everything changed.

The weather had taken a sudden wintry dip. Temperatures plummeted, and the predicted rain now fell as a frozen sleet, coating trees and streets in a fine glossy sheen of ice. Mike just barely made it home as the roads started to get bad, and he called Toni at her office to warn her about the conditions. But, before the phone at the other end rang she came in the door. Her boss had sent all the secretaries home early.

She was drenched, however, and went straight to her bedroom to grab some warm clothes. She asked Mike to make some tea while she showered and changed. As the kettle heated up and while he listened to the sound of her under the water, he figured he might as well start supper. Casually, he went toward the bathroom to ask her what her preference was, and saw that in her haste to get under some hot water she had left the bathroom door halfway opened. He could see the frosted glass of the shower stall, with clouds of steam rising above it, and just inside, the hazy form of his sister, naked, arms up as she worked a glob of shampoo into her hair.

His first instinct was to turn away as quickly as possible. With the two of them living together in such close quarters there had been a few times they had accidentally caught each other in various states of undress. That sort of thing had happened even when they were children growing up in their parents’ house. But this was the first time he’d kırıkkale escort seen her totally naked, and even though the view was distorted by the pebbled glass door he could see what an amazing body she had. Mike stood transfixed for a long time, watching as she turned about and rinsed the white foam off her head. It wasn’t until she shut off the water that he realized he better move or be caught staring at her. He snapped back to the kitchenette, where the kettle was already screaming its head off.

As he readied the tea he listened to her towel off and dress. She emerged a minute later in an oversized gray sweatshirt and baggy blue sweatpants, with a white turban on her head and soft wool socks on her feet. She came up behind him, and placed a hand palm-first on the middle of his back as she leaned over his shoulder and inhaled the aroma of the dark oriental brew.

“Delightful,” she declared, and kissed his cheek briefly.

He gave her a cup and she sipped the hot tea carefully, smiling with her eyes closed as the warm liquid burned a path down her body. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and yet he wasn’t really seeing her the way she was, he was seeing her the way she had been in the shower, naked, her smooth skin glistening, her breasts peaked skyward as she lifted her arms overhead to shampoo.

He shook his head and came back to reality.

“What would you like for supper?” he asked. “I’ll cook.”

“Nothing right away,” she said. Outside, a gust of wind slapped waves of sleet against the windows and walls, making her shrink a little. “Maybe some soup later. Come on, I just want to relax for a while.”

She guided him to the couch and they sat down. Using a remote, she flicked on the stereo and easy music began to fill the room, pushing back the sounds of the early winter storm. Mike sat at one end of the couch, his feet up on the coffee table, and Toni curled up in a ball at his side, her head on his chest, her feet tucked in beneath her. She sighed as she settled into him.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if we lost the electricity,” she said.

As if on cue, everything went dark, and the music stopped.

“It’s your fault,” he told her playfully. “You had to go and say that.”

She play-punched his belly and sat up. “I’ll get some candles,” she said, and left the couch to gather a few stout scented candles from her bedroom. She lit them with one of the long matches they used to light the gas stove and placed them around the room so the entire area and everything in it was bathed in a soft yellow light. She came back to the couch and resumed her position beside him, snuggling in closer to ward off the sounds of the wind-driven ice which were no longer held back by piano and violin.

As they sat quietly together, sipping their tea, Mike could not get the image of his naked sister out of his mind. Every time she moved he imagined her being naked now, her breasts gently rubbing his ribs, her hips so close to his own, her long legs folded under her round bottom. He couldn’t understand why he’d be having such thoughts about her. He never had before.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true.

He remembered when they were younger and living at home, the first time she came home from a date and had gotten laid. He could smell it on her. He knew what she had done, and when he went to bed that night he imagined what she must have looked like while fucking whoever she had been out with. He was fifteen, she was seventeen, and he masturbated picturing his sister having her first cock. When he came, however, it was no longer some anonymous cock he imagined she was fucking, but his.

After that, he used her occasionally for his masturbation fantasies, when he wasn’t currently enamored of some girl at school or any one of the constantly changing posse of young movie starlets. That pretty much stopped in about a year, when Toni announced her intention to get married.

And then, the very weekend after he had moved in with her into their tiny apartment, he woke up in the darkness to the sounds of her giving herself an orgasm. He lay still in bed, listening to her, picturing what she was doing. Before he knew it he had a massive erection, and he contemplated jerking off as well, but what if she came out to use the bathroom and caught him playing with himself? Indeed, when she finished he heard her bedroom door open and followed her footsteps as she padded barefoot to the bathroom to wash up, then back again as quietly as possible to her own bed.

Had she been naked, then? Had his sister just walked by him twice nude?

Sleep eluded him for a long time that night.

And now, here she was, as close to him as if they were lovers, as comfortable together as any man and woman might be, and he suddenly found that the front of his jeans were rising as he began to get an erection.

Jesus, what if she notices? But there was no way to hide it without giving away what his problem was. He tried thinking of other things, distracting himself kırıkkale escort bayan with the noise of the storm or concerns about his new classes and how hard some of them were. It started to work, too. His jeans receded nicely.

By then Toni had finished her tea, and she leaned to put her empty cup on the table. In doing so, her face hovered ever so briefly but ever so tantalizingly over his crotch. Could she smell the desire he had been feeling? When she came back, that hand, still warm from the cup, settled on his belly.

His erection came back, and there was no way to stop it. Nor was there any way she couldn’t notice it, with her head on his chest. Terrified of her reaction when she did see it, he waited in the semi-dark for some sort of deliverance.

The hand left his belly.

Maybe she had realized what was happening and took it away to try and make things better. He started to relax a little, but then watched as that hand moved down and settled once again, this time directly over his cock.

“It’s been a log time for me, too,” she said softly against his chest.

Mike moved her hand off him and slid out from beneath her, heading for the kitchenette. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me. How about that soup now?”

She called him gently back to the couch, and he reluctantly sat beside her again, expecting a big-sister lecture. Instead, she took his hand in hers and assured him he had nothing to apologize for.

“It’s my fault,” she said. “I guess I’ve taken to using you as a substitute lover, always being close to you, pretending as best I could that you weren’t my brother any more but a handsome young man I’d taken in to live with. You were bound to react sooner or later. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.”

He moved closer to her and told her that was all nonsense.

“You were married,” he said. “You got used to being with a man all the time. It’s understandable that you would miss that closeness so much. What’s my excuse? I mean, I’ve dated, and I’ve been with a couple of girls, but it’s not like I have anything to really miss…”

He was rambling, and she quieted him with a single finger across his lips.

“It’s okay,” she said, and she pulled the turban off her head, letting her hair fall in still-wet clumps about her shoulders. “You aren’t the only one that’s been having…thoughts.”

She moved in closer to him, and that finger floated down, away from his mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about this almost from the first day you moved in,” she said. Their legs were touching now, and she placed a hand on his chest. “I hated myself for thinking about you this way,” she said. “I was so afraid of losing you if you found out. Mike, you’re all I have left. I couldn’t stand it if you left me, too, but how could we live together with me thinking about you the way I do? I’ve been so scared of this, of you discovering.”

She leaned into him, pressing that hand into his chest, and she lifted her face up and kissed his lips as gently as a butterfly settling on a flower.

“I guess you’ve been thinking the same about me?” she asked, and the sheer terror of what his answer might be showed in every syllable.

His reply was to place an arm about her shoulders and draw her in to him, and he kissed her in a definitely un-brotherly way.

She tasted incredibly good, or was it just that she was the ultimate forbidden fruit? The kiss lingered, then intensified, and she teased his jaws open with her tongue and playfully inserted hers into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, and then followed hers with his into her mouth.

Her hand drifted down his chest to his belly, and then once again found his bulging jeans. She held his throbbing cock down, feeling it pulse under her hand. He placed one of his hands on her sweatshirt, feeling the soft round breast beneath, and she took her hand away from his cock just long enough to lift the shirt up and give him access to her unfettered chest. That hand went back to his crotch and blindly found the talon to open his jeans. With some maneuvering she had his cock out in the open while he massaged her breasts under her shirt.

She moved her hand up and down his shaft. He was like a thick rope, hard and strong. She inhaled the scent of his lust pouring off it and couldn’t wait to see how it tasted.

She kissed down his throat, and his chest atop his flannel shirt. He knew where she was going and leaned back and put his feet up on the coffee table again. He stretched his free arm down to leave his empty teacup on the floor beside the couch, and then that hand joined the other under her sweatshirt, where they encased her ribs and settled on her naked back as she lowered her face over his crotch.

She closely studied the swollen head of his cock, as if never having seen one before. She kissed the head, and licked it once, and it pulsed in her hand. As he stroked soft circles around her back she put her lips to his purple swollen head, held it there escort kırıkkale for a while, and then opened her mouth and guided his cock inside.

Her mouth was hot and soft around him, and he leaned his head back, eyes closed, and moaned as she engulfed him, taking him all the way in. He placed one hand on the back of her head, and as she began to move up and down the length of him, that hand guided her, pushing when he wanted her to take him in deeper, letting her up when she wanted only the head in her mouth, with her tongue flicking around the base.

He didn’t want to cum yet, and so when he found he was enjoying her too much he lifted her up so she sat beside him. She looked terrified that he was rejecting her, that he had come to his senses and would put an end to all this, but then he took the bottom of her sweatshirt and lifted it up and she knew everything was all right. She obediently put her arms overhead and let him slip the shirt off her altogether. Abandoning it, he leaned down and cupped her breasts, studied the large, dark nipples, and then kissed them each in turn.

She stretched her head as far back as it could go and closed her eyes, inviting him to savage her breasts as much as he wanted. He bit her nipples gently, held them in his teeth and flicked his tongue across them until the were as erect as fingertips, and then he sucked on them like a baby, cradling the nipple with a curved tongue, taking as much breast into his mouth as he could.

She blindly unbuttoned his shirt and he pulled away from her just long enough to remove it. They embraced then, and kissed hard and long, grinding their faces together. Her breasts were mashed into his chest, her hard nipples poking just below his own.

They got up, then, and each carrying a candle, went into her bedroom.

As she walked, she tugged her sweatpants down and after placing her candle on the nightstand sat on the edge of the bed to take them and her heavy socks off. Naked, she motioned for Mike to come to her, which he did, still holding his candle. His cock protruded from the front of his jeans, and the head still glistened with the fine coating of her saliva. As he stood there she opened the rest of his jeans and tugged them down along with his boxers. She took his candle and while he finished stripping placed it beside her own. She slid back across the mattress and welcomed him as he lay down beside her.

With the change of venue, the mood had changed as well. They spent a long time gently touching and exploring each other’s bodies. Gone was the fiery passion that could have consumed them both too quickly had they stayed where they’d been. Now, they were new lovers, at that stage of discovery that is the miracle of desire. Without a word, they moved over each other, pleasing, teasing, smiling, kissing whatever places they wished to taste.

He couldn’t believe how marvelous her body was. Steve must have been crazy to give her up. She was firm, strong, yet so smooth and yielding. Her breasts were perfect sized for her body, her waist small, her hips wide. Her buttocks formed two perfectly round globes, and the skin where they folded to become the backs of her legs was like silk. Her belly was flat, her navel a shallow recess. She kept her pubes trimmed to a soft velvety triangle just above her clitoral hood. When he went there, her legs parted for him on their own, and she swooned as his fingers searched the soft moist folds of her pussy.

She used her hands on his muscular chest, and down across his tight abdomen, to his thick cock and large balls hanging beneath. Her fingers probed his anus, and he lifted up off the covers to let her do whatever she wanted there. After playing a while, she lay back.

He moved over her, kissing a path of heat down between her breasts, across her belly, flicking his tongue into the soft well of her navel, and then his lips moved down to uncover her clit. He faced her feet, and she guided his knees as he straddled her shoulders, and when his mouth settled over her clit to suck on it he felt her own mouth search out the head of his cock.

He licked her harshly, making her body jump, and then she spread her legs for him and lifted her knees, tilting her pelvis to bring her pussy up. He kissed her there, and rammed his tongue up inside her while she took his entire cock into her mouth, so far that her lips met his balls.

Her hands grasped his ass, her nails digging into his hard cheeks as she moved him over her, drawing his cock in and out of her mouth. When he gained the rhythm she desired she left one hand there to keep him steady and with the other again teased his asshole. She felt him tense, and then relax, and she slid a finger inside his ass, just up to the first joint.

He began to eat her furiously, and to pump his cock faster and deeper into her mouth. She knew he was on the verge of cumming, and rather than try to prolong him she laid back and released her own orgasm, which had been building like water behind a dam since they’d started on the couch.

His tongue shoved inside her pussy. She had had cocks that didn’t feel so good in there. The hand she had left guiding his ass now went below. Using two fingers she spread her labia wide for him, and with the heel of her palm over her clit she rubbed herself. Her other hand impaled his asshole as he fucked her face.

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*This is an ALL-MALE chapter. All characters are over 18.*

After we returned from town – or what passed for it in this country backwater – James and I spent the afternoon in the pool. Neither of us spoke about what had happened the night before, nor did I mention what I had seen when I went back for my phone. We simply enjoyed the time together, splashing each other, pushing each other under the water, and soaking up the sun.

As the sun and temperature began to drop, James suggested we take a sauna. I had seen the building when we first arrived; it had the same log cabin façade as the rest of the property and looked like it had been built in the eighties. The building abutted the pool and the sauna itself was accessed through a small changing room. James pushed open the slider door and, after closing it behind us, we peeled off our bathing shorts. Briefly, the two of us were naked, our cocks less than impressive specimens after an hour or two in the water. We both wrapped white towels around our waists and entered the steamy chamber.

We were surprised to find Guy there. He must have slipped in while we were grabassing in the pool. He was leaning back, his muscular arms stretched along the back of the bench that lined the walls of the small space. His lean legs were stretched straight out and crossed at the ankles. Beads of sweat formed at his salt and pepper hairline. His body was lean and tanned, with a fine patch of grey hair on his chest. Unconsciously my eyes drifted to the bulge clearly outlined beneath the soaked towel draped across his thighs, before I caught myself. This was my friend’s father!

“Hello, boys!” Smile lines around his eyes deepened as he greeted us.

“Hey, Dad.” James sat on the bench next to his father, inside his outstretched arm. I hopped up on the bench opposite, facing them. “Nice afternoon for a soak.”

We sat in silence for a while as the steam and our body temperatures rose. A thin sheen of perspiration formed on my chest and limbs, my towel became heavy with moisture on my legs. James closed his eyes as he relaxed in the warmth. Guy sighed and tossed his head back. Unconsciously or not, he brushed his free forearm against the towel sitting on his thighs and it fell to the floor.

This time, I was not so subtle with my gaze. A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed with difficulty. It couldn’t be said that Guy had a beautiful cock. It was manly, rugged and fucking sexy. Even soft, I could tell he was big. His shaft was thick, veiny, and brown, with a large, purple circumcized head. It sat above a pair of heavy, meaty balls and below a thicket of dark pubic hair. Guy didn’t trim, shave, or “manscape” like James and me. Guy was a real man. Unable to take my eyes off Guy’s karabük escort cock, I could feel my erection tenting the wet towel around my waist.

“Like what you see?”

Guy was grinning and looking directly at me. I could feel myself reddening, embarrassed by my blatant voyeurism. James opened his eyes. “Jeez, Dad. Keep it in your towel.”

“Ha!” Guy laughed, “You love it! You always have.”

Already inside his arm, he gripped his son in a playful headlock and pulled him down towards his crotch.

“Dad! For fuck’s sake … let go!”

James struggled briefly and half-heartedly, before yielding to the stronger man. With both hands, Guy forced James’ grimacing face into contact with his crotch before releasing him slightly. My eyes struggled to process what happened next. James voluntarily lowered his mouth to Guy’s cock, taking his father’s thick, purple glans between his lips.

“What the fuck,” I said flatly, shocked.

“I guess James didn’t tell you about this?” said Guy, once again stretching his arms along the back of the bench. “When James came out to me as bisexual, he was so nervous. He thought I was a man’s man; that I would disapprove. He was relieved to find out that I was a man’s man … of sorts.” Guy chuckled. “I’ve been fucking men since college. Sue’s always known, of course. I think that’s one of the things that attracted her to me.”

As he spoke, I watched Guy’s cock get harder and harder in James’ mouth as he massaged his father’s balls. Once it was fully erect – a fat nine inches- James’ hand moved up to Guy’s shaft and began to stroke it.

“Oh, yeah … that’s a good boy … So once James learned that I was the same, he’d ask advice about men, technique, and such. By the way, Justin … you’re welcome.’ He grinned. ‘And you know what happens once horny guys start with the sex talk. One thing led to another, and here we are. Isn’t that right, son?”

“Mmm-hmmph …” from James, his mouth full.

I nodded silently. This explained why James was such a freak … and such an enthusiastic bottom. His lips never leaving his father’s cock, James moved from the seat next to Guy and dropped to his knees, directly in front of him.

Guy’s gaze dropped to my pitched towel. “And it looks like you’re not too shocked to see your boyfriend suck his dad’s cock. How about you whip off that towel and help get him ready for me?”

I grinned. “Like you said … this is what happens when guys get horny.”

“Fair warning,” he said, “I can get a little rough.”

“I’m game,” I replied, pulling the towel from my waist, and letting my obvious erection spring free. Naked, I dropped to my knees behind James, and lifted his towel over his ass like karabük escort bayan a skirt. Placing two hands on his slippery buttocks, I spread them, exposing his crinkled, hairless asshole. I lowered my mouth to the cleft of his ass and ran my tongue down to his puckered sphincter, the thin sheen of moisture that covered every inch of our bodies easing the way. My tongue stopped at his anus and flicked up and down. I savored its sweaty, musty taste to the sound of James’ muffled moans.

I applied more pressure with my hands and spread his cheeks further apart, gaping his asshole a little. Holding my jaw rigid, I fucked the small hole with my tongue, pushing it in and out.

“That’s it, Justin,” Guy growled over the sloppy, wet noises of his son sucking his cock. “Tongue-fuck his ass.”

I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with a finger. Then two. Then three. James’ asshole was accommodating at the best of times, but loosened by the steam, and lubricated by condensation, sweat, and saliva, my digits penetrated easily.

“He’s ready,” I said.

“Great,” said Guy, pushing James’ head off him. “Here’s what I want you to do. Lie on your back, Justin. Son, mount his cock, facing him.”

I did as Guy instructed, laying back on the hard, slippery, wooden slats, holding my erect cock vertical. James squatted over me, facing my head, and lowered his ass to my cock. I slid into him easily. Of course, I had fucked James many times before but, due to the heat and moisture of the sauna, never so easily. Balancing on the balls of his feet, James lowered and raised himself on my cock, his own semi-hard member swaying between his thighs.

Guy stepped behind his son and pushed him roughly forward. James quickly adjusted, getting off his feet and shifting to his knees. He lowered his chest and spread his thighs wide so that our bodies were pressed together. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach. His face inches from mine, I met his mouth, our tongues wrestling, our stubble scraping, my cock buried in his asshole.

“Yeah, that’s hot,” rumbled Guy.

Guy firmly gripped the back of his son’s neck and I could feel Guy’s thick, meaty cock rubbing back and forth along the cleft of James’ ass. Guy’s grip tightened, then I felt the underside of his glans press against the underside of my shaft. And then push into his son’s asshole.

James’ face contorted. “Ahhhhhh!” he gasped and inhaled sharply between his teeth.

The tip of Guy’s cock pressed hard against my shaft as he started to squeeze it into James’ ass to join mine. “You can take it,” he snarled. I pushed my hips downwards in anticipation of the next thrust and as I pushed in, Guy pushed with me.

“UUUUUUGGGHHH!!” escort karabük James cried. His face was scarlet, veins bulging from his neck, his watering eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Guy’s fat cock was now pressed hard against mine inside James’ ass, and we fucked him in unison.

It seemed strange that Guy had been so loud and expressive with Sue, but was so intense and focused with James. But what I had seen and experienced in the last twenty-four hours overwhelmed me: Frances sucking her brother’s cock; James fucking his sister; Sue and her daughter licking each other out. Now I was DPing James with his father. My hips started to buck uncontrollably, my ass slapping against the wet wooden slats. “AAAAAHHHH!! … FUCK, JUSTIN!!” James screamed, as I punished him further.

I moaned loudly and came, hard, deep in James’ asshole, my cock pressed tightly against his father’s. I held James in place by his hips for a moment, panting, recovering. My eyes were closed, but I could hear James whimpering on top of me. Guy roughly pushed his son off our cocks and James collapsed face-down on the slippery slats next to me. Guy stood and took his thick cock in his hand. “How about you get on your knees and finish me off, Justin?”

With some effort, I pushed myself off the floor and got to my knees, my drained semi-erection brushing against my sweaty thighs. I raised my heavy head and gripped Guy’s thick shaft with my right hand and cupped his heavy, hairy balls with my left. I lowered my lips to the bulbous head of his cock, and took a mouthful of the nasty mix of my cum, Guy’s precum, and the musk of James’ ass. My lips moved slowly up and down Guy’s shaft, and then progressively faster, my mouth making wet, sloppy sounds as they did. I let go of Guy’s cock and placed my hands on his hips. He placed his on the back of my head, and began to painfully fuck my mouth, bucking his hips violently as he pulled my head into him. Guy’s heavy, hard cock pounded the back of my throat, pushing deeper still. My eyes watered, I gagged loudly, and my fingertips dug into his hips, but he continued to hold my head in place. “Take it … take it …” he rasped.

He released me and I gasped raggedly, before coughing, his slick, hard dick still inches from my face. He waited for me to finish, then said, “Stick out your tongue.”

I did so, dutifully, breathing heavily though my nose, tears streaming down my cheeks. Guy jerked his cock a couple of times and then placed the tip on my tongue. A wave of warm, salty stickiness coated my tongue and filled my mouth. “Oh, yesss …” Guy hissed. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and slapped it against my cheek, half shaking, half wiping the remaining cum from his tip.

Picking up a clean towel, he wrapped it around his waist. “See you boys for dinner,” he said as he left the sauna. I slumped down next to my friend, still lying on the floor in the fetal position – both of us exquisitely bruised, broken, and humiliated. Lying there, I recalled Guy’s words: ‘I can get a little rough.’ Fuck.

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“Oh shit! The condom broke!”

“Michael! Baby, the condom broke! Shit! I knew this would happen. I knew it! Oh god, why was I so stupid!?”

“Oh my god baby, I can get pregnant. I’m not on anything. I told you. I told you, you should have gone back and bought the bigger size. I can’t believe this. I’m so irresponsible.”

“What are you talking about mom, you’re 46, I thought women couldn’t easily get pregnant at that age.”

“Normally yes honey, but like I told you, I’ve been on a fertility treatment for the past few weeks…Oh my god” She began to cry.

Wiping away her tears, “Mom, mom it’s okay! Don’t worry, maybe you didn’t get pregnant. It doesn’t always happen, right? Maybe it wasn’t your time?”

“No honey, I know it was! I just started my cycle before your dad left yesterday morning. I was hoping to increase our odds by taking these fertility pills for a month before your dad returned.”

“Shit…” That was all I could say…Shit.

This was the first time my mother and I had fucked. Over the past few months, mom had become more liberal with what she chose to wear around me. She also became a lot more flirtatious and naughty when we were alone.

My father, Robert, worked as a land man for an oil company, so he was often out of the house on trips for business. I also had three older sisters who no longer lived at home. The two oldest, Chelsea and Lauren, were married with children and the youngest of my sisters, Natalie, was a senior in college out of state.

So, with my dad and sisters out of the house, I found myself spending more and more time alone with my mother.

I had always got along with my mother. I was her baby, her youngest child. I knew that she was always there for me if I had a problem.

Actually, it’s funny that I said that, because that’s how we got in this mess in the first place.

***Yesterday***

It was my birthday. I had just turned 18. My parents had promised to buy me a car when I turned 18, so I was ecstatic that the day had finally come. I mean, who wouldn’t have been ecstatic to no longer have to bum rides off friends.

I was a senior in high school, and the whole “no car” thing was getting old. It’s not like my family was strapped for cash or anything. My dad had a great job and fortunately, we never had to struggle financially. It’s just that my family had a rule about cars and teenagers.

My dad’s younger brother, my uncle, had died at the age of 16 while behind the wheel of his first car. He had lost control of his vehicle when he tried to correct himself, but he ended up overcorrecting and ended up crashing head first into a utility pole.

That’s why we weren’t allowed to drive alone until we were 18, but now I was 18. I could finally drive alone!

My parents and I had picked out a car a few weeks ago in anticipation of this event. What I didn’t know however, was that my parents had already purchased it and parked it in the driveway as a surprise. I was greeted with my gift when I walked outside to meet my friend as he was my ride to school.

My parents were standing next to my brand-new birthday car with smiles across their faces. I waved my friend goodbye and told him I’d meet him at school. Today I didn’t need a ride. Today I was going to be driving my very own car.

That afternoon when I was leaving school, I ran in to my crush, Ellie. Ellie and I had been flirting back and forth for the past few weeks. I knew she was into me but I didn’t want to ask her out until I had my own car so we could actually go on a real date.

“Happy Birthday Michael! I saw you got a new car. Does that mean we can finally go on a date?” she said as she cocked her eyebrow.

“What do you mean finally? You mean you knew I was waiting to ask you out?”

“Yes. How many times do I have to tell you? You have a lot to learn about us females, we can be very sneaky. Pick me up at 8, I’ll be waiting.”

She was right. I did have a lot to learn.

I was the only person that had any close contact with my penis. Me and my penis were buddies, we were always together, but lately we’d gotten tired of each other and I knew that I needed to branch out.

It’s not that I had an obsession with masturbation or anything, it’s just that I didn’t go out much because I didn’t want to always have to drag someone along with me. That left me incredibly horny all the time. I couldn’t help it. I am an 18-year-old full of testosterone and I go to high school with a bunch of girls that know how to play with the emotions of hormone fueled boys.

So now, with Ellie basically asking me out, I finally had my opportunity to do what all the guys bragged about doing in the locker rooms. I was gonna get some pussy.

When I got home that afternoon the house was quiet. Mom’s car was parked outside, but I couldn’t see any sign of her in the house.

I knew Dad wouldn’t be home, my Mom had taken him to the airport shortly after I had left for school this morning. He had a month-long trip in Nova Scotia. Apparently, his kastamonu escort company had recently purchased some land in Nova Scotia and he had to get there ASAP to make sure that there were no issues with the deeds and ownership.

Ok, so dad’s not here obviously, but where is mom? I knew she is here, her purse was still on the kitchen counter, which meant that she wasn’t out. I couldn’t find her downstairs so I headed upstairs to her room to see if she was there.

“Hello?” I said after knocking and entering my mom’s room. She wasn’t there. Strange.

I decided I’d change first then go look for my mom. As I turned around and headed towards my bedroom, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. I remember closing my door when I left this morning, so I found that a little weird. As I crept closer towards my room, I heard what I could only describe as a whisper.

“Oh baby, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock.”

That was my mom’s voice, but what was she doing in my room? Was she with someone?

I continued towards my room trying not to make a sound so I could investigate further without rousing suspicion.

As I got to my door, I peered in through the crack.

My mom was laying spread-eagle on my bed. Her eyes were closed and she was fucking herself with a thick dildo.

“Oh baby. Fuck me harder. Your cock is so big, so thick.”

I guess my mom didn’t think I’d be home this early. I usually came home around 4pm back when my friends used to drive me home. We would usually take our time getting home. Today though, I had my own car and a date with one of the cutest girls in my class, so I had raced home.

So here I was watching my mom fuck herself with what looked like a 6 or 7-inch dildo. She was really into it too. I didn’t know why she had chosen my room of all places, but I didn’t want to disturb her.

Suddenly, the noise from my room started to get louder. Mom was getting close.

“Oh Michael. Baby, it’s so big, so hard! You’re gonna make me cum baby.”

What the fuck. Michael? That’s my name. Was my Mom seriously thinking about me? If I wasn’t so shocked I think my cock would be hard as hell, but I was so shocked by these events that I wasn’t even concerned with my cock.

My mom was almost screaming now. I could no longer see her as I had quietly crept back towards the top of the stairs.

Just then, everything went silent. My mom had cum. I didn’t want to embarrass her so I quickly crept down the stairs and outside to my car. I got in and drove down to the gas station at the end of the block.

I didn’t really need anything, but I wanted to get out of the house so my mom wouldn’t know I had seen her.

When I got to the gas station, I remembered that I had a date with Ellie and we were likely going to have sex (or so I thought). I decided that I should probably buy some condoms in case we really did end up having sex tonight.

I walked into the gas station and made a bee-line to where they kept the condoms. As an inexperienced virgin, I was overwhelmed by the choices. I didn’t realize there were so many different condoms. Never having bought condoms before, I picked the first one I saw and quickly went to pay at the register.

The cashier was an older woman, probably around my mom’s age. She scanned my purchase and gave me a little wink before I exited the store.

When I got back in the car I finally took the time to look at what I’d purchased. Trojan ENZ. No idea what the ENZ meant, but they were Trojans and that was the brand that I’d seen the most so I bought them. I had never used condoms before so I figured they’d do the trick.

I decided I’d given mom enough time to compose herself, so I began to head home.

When I got home, mom’s car was no longer there. That turned out to be a blessing in disguise because I don’t think I would have been able to look at her without getting a boner.

I went inside with my newly purchased condoms and headed to my room. When I got up to my room, it was spotless. Smelled like flowers too. It’s as if my mom was never here just 30 minutes ago masturbating.

I locked my door and quickly stripped to my boxers. I wanted to practice putting the condoms on before my date tonight.

Having been inspired by mom’s show earlier this afternoon, I felt the desire to masturbate to some mother/son porn. After finding a video of a “mother” that looked similar to my mom, I took my boxers off and began masturbating.

After stroking my soft cock up and down a few times, I was starting to get frustrated because I couldn’t get hard. I knew my prescription medication may be to blame as this had happened once previously and it had worried me so much that I had scheduled a doctor’s visit. At the time, the doctor had told me that it was likely a side effect of my Adderall as it was known to cause sexual dysfunction.

Great. So, this was really happening again. Of all days, my cock decided to disobey me on my birthday. The horniest day of my life. I escort kastamonu had a date with my crush and I had just witnessed my mother masturbating while screaming my name.

I began to worry that this would happen during my date with Ellie so I started to panic. It was then that I remembered that my dad had a prescription for Viagra that he was given a few months back when he had issues with his heart.

I had seen them once while I was snooping around my parent’s room trying to find the weed that my dad had confiscated the week prior.

I quickly ran down the hallway towards my parent’s room and headed for my dad’s bedside table. My parents normally kept their medications in the medicine cabinet, but we all used the same medicine cabinet and my dad had been embarrassed about having to use Viagra so he had hidden it next to his bed.

I found the bottle and noting that there were several pills remaining, decided to take 1 because I knew my dad wouldn’t notice. Besides, I had to make sure my cock was working so my date with Ellie wouldn’t be a bust.

I returned to my room with the newfound hope that this Viagra was going to do the job. I resumed the video and slowly began to jack off. My cock was getting hard. Yes!

Soon my cock was at its full-blown potential, sticking straight up and a little to the left (I had a slight curve in my cock). I opened up the box of condoms I had bought and ripped open one of the condom packets. I wanted to make sure I was an expert at putting condoms on so that I wouldn’t embarrass myself with Ellie tonight.

I put the condom on my cock head and tried to roll it down and over the head. No matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to get my cock head to fit through the condom opening. I began to worry that I wouldn’t be able to get it right before my date tonight, when suddenly my phone vibrated.

I put the condom down and quickly checked my phone. It was Ellie. She had texted me to let me know that she had to cancel tonight because her grandmother was sick and she had to go out of town to be with her. We rescheduled for a week from tonight because Ellie would be back by then.

Initially, I was upset. Great, there goes my chance of fucking, I thought.

Secretly though, I was a little relieved because I was worried about performing tonight. At least with the cancelled date, I could practice using these condoms more and hopefully become a “condom expert” before my date with Ellie.

Just then I heard the sound of the front door being closed. Fuck, mom was home.

I quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants (sans boxers) and hid any evidence of my gas station purchase.

I began to head downstairs when I remembered my cock was still rock hard. I wasn’t wearing any underwear either, so my cock was jutting out obscenely. Just then, before I could return to my room, my mom appeared at the foot of the stairs. We made eye contact and I quickly found myself bending over at the waist to try and conceal my erection.

“Hey baby, when did you get home?” My Mom said as she began ascending the staircase.

“About 10 minutes ago” I lied while still bent at the waist.

“Why are you standing like that?”

“No reason, I just have a little stomach ache” I lied again.

“Well stand up straight and give me a hug. I want a nice big hug from the birthday boy”

At this point my mom was at the top of the stairs standing next to me. She was looking up at me with her arms held out wide.

Now, I’m about 6’3″ and my mom is 5’4″ so when we hug, my crotch comes in direct contact with her stomach.

Seeing I still had an erection, I leaned in to give my mom a hug but I made sure to keep my crotch pulled back so she wouldn’t feel my hard cock.

Immediately, my mom let go and looked back up at me.

“What’s wrong with you, why are you hugging me like that? Give me a proper hug.”

Hoping that it would be quick and she wouldn’t feel my cock, I gave my mom a proper hug before quickly letting go before she would feel my erection. I wasn’t quick enough though, and once I let go of my mom, I noticed her eyes were looking down at my crotch.

Slowly, my mom moved her eyes from my crotch and looked at me straight in the eyes.

“You shouldn’t hug your mom with such a large erection Michael. It’s not nice. You wouldn’t want to send the wrong message. Women don’t like a tease.” She said before giving me a wink and heading towards her bedroom.

Wow! I felt like I was going to cum in my pants. I quickly ran to my room, locked the door, and pulled out my cock. I gave it two strokes before I felt myself explode. It seemed like I would never stop cumming; streams of cum had shot out of my cock and onto the floor. I looked around for something to clean it up with but couldn’t find anything, so I pulled on my sweatpants (this time, WITH boxers) and headed quickly downstairs to get some paper towels.

As I headed back upstairs, I saw my mom walking towards the stairs from the direction of my kastamonu escort bayan room.

Oh shit! I didn’t close my door, mom probably saw my cum all over the floor!

As I passed my mom on the way to my room, I tried to avoid making eye contact and kept my head down until I was in my room with the door closed. I tore off a few sheets of paper towels and got on my knees and started wiping up my mess.

When I was done, I headed downstairs to the living room hoping that my mom was in the kitchen.

Fortunately, she was, so I quickly sat myself down on the couch and began watching Sports Center. I tried to get my mind off of everything that had transpired this afternoon. Slowly but surely, my erection returned to its unaroused state and I was able to comfortably sit and watch TV.

That was until my mom entered the living room. When I had hurried past her upstairs, I hadn’t noticed what she was wearing. She was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and some grey yoga pants.

Instantly, I felt my cock begin to harden. I grabbed a pillow from next to me and placed it in my lap to conceal my erection. My mom seemed to notice that I’d placed the pillow in my lap and I noticed her try to sneak a few furtive glances in my direction.

“I hope you cleaned up your little mess upstairs Michael” Mom said without looking up from her magazine.

“Uhh…yeah, I did…sorry”

“Don’t worry about it honey, I know how horny young boys can be. Next time though, try not to waste it like that. There are some girls out there that would love some of what you’ve got.”

Mom’s sexually suggestive words hung thick in the air.

Well, I guess this erection is never going away…

As we sat there watching the local news, I tried to sneak a few furtive glances of my own. My cock was still hard as a rock (likely due to that damn Viagra from an hour before).

While I looked over at my mom, I found myself getting even hornier. It felt like my cock was going to rip a hole through the pillow in my lap. Mom must have been feeling horny too because I could clearly see her nipples poking through her white shirt.

I noticed my mom wasn’t wearing a bra either. I could just make out the light brown areolas surrounding her hard nipples. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had been staring directly at my mom for about 5 minutes straight.

When I realized this, I broke my stare and looked up at my mom to see her staring straight back at my face.

Just then, my mom got up from the couch she was sitting on and came over to sit next to me.

When I asked her why she came over, she just looked at me and said, “I wanted to be closer to my birthday boy”.

I was sitting on the right side of the couch (with the pillow in my lap), so my mom came up and snuggled next to me while leaning her head on my shoulder.

For a while we just sat there as we watched the news. It was boring, but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get my erection to subside.

My mom didn’t seem to notice as she was still leaning against me. Suddenly, my mom sat upright and looked directly at me.

“Michael, what time did you get home today?” She asked

“4 o’clock, I told you” again, finding myself lying through my teeth

“Are you sure it was 4? Because I left the house around 3:15 and I noticed that the front door was unlocked and your school backpack was in the kitchen. So, tell me the truth Michael, when did you come home?”

She had caught me. Like an idiot, I had forgot that I had left my backpack in the kitchen.

Not able to come up with a lie, I just looked at my mom and told her the truth.

“I got home at 2:30. I was supposed to have a date tonight so I rushed home to prepare but when I came home I saw you in my room and I left”

“What do you mean you saw me in your room?”

“I saw you. In my room. On my bed. Naked.” I said quietly while avoiding eye contact.

I expected my mom to blow up and scream at me, but she didn’t. She just looked at me calmly and said “I knew you were home. You know, you teenage boys think you’re so sneaky, but you just can’t seem to keep quiet.”

“I heard you when you closed the front door and walked up the stairs. You know you’re really loud, you and your big feet.” My mom said, emphasizing the word big.

That sent a shiver down my spine, though it didn’t help my erection problem.

“Sorry Mom, I just didn’t want to embarrass you. When I came home and saw you doing that I was going to leave immediately, but then I heard you say my name and I couldn’t seem to look away.”

“I have to say I’m a little embarrassed baby, I didn’t think you’d be home that early. Mommy was just being silly. I was home alone and I found myself getting a little excited because your Father had told me that he wanted to have another baby once he got back from this trip”

Wow. Mom was trying to have a baby? I didn’t even think she could get pregnant. The thought of my mom getting knocked up made me even harder than before.

“I’m sorry, I was hoping you wouldn’t see me” my mom continued.

“Mom, it’s okay, I shouldn’t have looked. I have one question though, why were you saying my name?”

“It’s nothing really, just a little thing me and your Father do when we’re alone. We noticed it really added some spice to our love making when we pretend…”

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