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As a child, I went to my grandmothers house every summer. I had many other cousins that also stayed there for she had a large house. The past two summers, however, I could not go, because I had to go to cheer camp. The summer after those two years I decided I would go to grandmas house. I had matured a lot, growing 36 C breasts and a firm, round ass. My long dark brown hair had grown out, and was full of waves. I was tanned from the sun. My brothers and sisters stayed, for they were much to go to grandmas house. My two brothers were 21 and 23. My three sisters were 19, 22, and 25. I was 16. Being the youngest, I often got overlooked. All of my cousins were older than me, also. So I was expecting to be alone with grandma this summer. When I stepped off the plane, into the terminal, I felt excited. I walked down to the gate. When I got there my grandma was nowhere to be seen. I wondered if she’d forgotten I was coming. I looked around a little but more. I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I looked over a guy that looked to be in his early istanbul travesti twenties. He had black hair. His skin was an olive tone. His eyes were a deep brown. He was gorgeous. He smiled at me. “Leah?” “Um, yeah. Do I know you?” I asked hesitantly. He laughed, “You don’t remember me? I’m Chase. We’re cousins. We made mud pies and played house.” I thought back to the good old days. I remembered Chase. He’d changed. “Oh my God, hey.” I gave him a hug. He was tall. I only came up to his chest. We talked a little but as he drove us out to Rutherford where grandma lived. After we got there we hung out with grandma a little bit. Then we had supper. Later on, after supper, and grandma had gone to bed, Chase and I were on the couch in the den watching TV. Chase had been really nice to me since I got there. He was funny and confident. He was very bold. “Let’s lay down.” he said. He laid down on his side facing the TV. He patted the couch in front of him for me to lay down too. I did as he suggested. istanbul travestileri When we were young and all of the cousins came to stay, we all cuddled up together. So it didn’t feel weird to be this close to Chase. We laid for a long time. He grabbed the remote. He scrolled down the guide. Finally he found an action movie. “Chase, I’m cold. Will you pull the blanket over us?” I said. “Sure.” He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and pulled it over us. He wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled closer to him. He was warm, even though he was only wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He put one of his hands on my hip and another under my waste. I could feel his body move as he breathed. It was very soothing. I felt Chase’s hand move slightly down my leg, then back up again. He rested it on my waist. “So your 16 right, Leah?” Chase asked me. “Yeah. How old are you?” I asked him. He hesitated. But slowly, he said, “I’m 19.” We were quiet for a while. “You know,” he said, quietly, travesti “Your a lot different than your sisters. No offense. It’s just when I was told one of y’all were coming down, I was expecting a bratty ugly girl. Not a nice beautiful one.” I laughed. After a few seconds I said, “You think I’m beautiful?” Nobody had ever called me that before. “Your more than beautiful… I mean, your really pretty and stuff…” He seemed at a loss of words. “Your gorgeous. Sexy even.” He finally said. I felt myself blush. It was odd for me to be called theses things by someone who was all of them themselves. I laughed weird. “Thanks I guess. Your pretty sexy too.” I decided to be bold. “Really, now?” I heard something in his voice. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. “I guess,” I said. “I’m pretty tired. I think I’m going to go to bed. Sweet dreams, Chase.” I sat up. I gave him a small peck on the lips. A “family” kiss. I smiled at him on my way out. I saw desire in his eyes. The next week became a game of cat and mouse. I would flirt and tease Chase every night, get him all worked up, but then stop and walk away. I could tell that he wanted me bad. And that this little game was just making him want me more. A few days later we were sitting on the couch in the den. His arm was around me as I cuddled into his shoulder.

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Grandpa and I – A new love I had been orphaned when I was only 16 and my grandparents had taken me in. It was quite a different style of living for me. I had been brought up in the city where everything was literally at your fingertips. Gran and Pa lived on a hobby farm of about 20 acres just outside a small town about 300 miles from my original home. As I said, I was 16. I had a trim curvy body and pale skin. My hair was a chestnut red and my eyes green. Grandma and Pa were in their late 50s and both were fairly fit because of the farm activities. I got settled into school in the township and finished the last 2 years there. I hadn’t made up my mind what I was going to do with myself when I left school. There had been a trust fund set up by my late parents for my continuing education if I decided to go to college. I told my Gran and Pa that I would like to take 12 months off before I made up my mind and just stay and work around the property with them. They thought about it for a while and eventually gave in to my wishes, telling me that if I wasn’t happy later to let them know and they would organise a college for me. Unfortunately, by this time, Grandma had become very ill and I was glad that I had taken this time out so that I could help with the chores around the house. I did all the housework and helped Pa on the farm and istanbul travesti also took on the nursing of Gran as she needed it. We had a registered nurse coming in 3 times a week but I was there the rest of the time. By this time my 12 months were up and Pa asked me if I had thought any more about college. I told him that while Gran was so sick I wouldn’t be leaving them alone, as I owed them both so much for taking care of me in previous years. We lost Gran about 3 months later. Pa was so burdened with grief I didn’t know what to do for him. They had been married for over 35 years and had always been there for each other. As the months went by, Pa came out of his grief and became more social. We began to attend the movies and town dances together. I think he was trying to introduce me to a few eligible men. He thought that I was old enough to lead a life of my own. One evening we had arrived home after being to a social event in town and both had been drinking, just a little. We collapsed on the lounge and turned on the TV. Pa got a bottle of wine from the kitchen with a couple of glasses and poured for the both of us. “Well Sheila, I have had a great night tonight and I have you to thank for it. I haven’t danced so much since I was a lot younger. You make me feel like a young man.” “Pa, I love istanbul travestileri to dance with you, I think you and Grandma would have had great nights out when you were both young.” I leaned back on the lounge and was enjoying the show on the television. I felt an arm go round my shoulders. “Sheila, dancing is not the only way you make me feel young. I have been watching you for the last few months and my feelings for you have grown strongly. I miss your Grandma but I also miss the intimacies that we had before.” “What do you mean Pa?” I queried. “Darling, I mean that you have got my juices flowing once again. I am still young enough to appreciate a woman, and you are the woman I would love to give that love to. How do you feel about that?” “Grandpa, that isn’t the right way for you to feel. I love you dearly but I don’t know about those feelings. Give me a little while to think this over okay. We can talk again in a couple of days.” “Oh my darling girl, just take your time. No one else need ever know about us if we decide to go ahead. We will just carry on the same as we always have. Everyone knows that you have lived here with your Grandma and I for years.” A couple of nights later I had just taken a shower and slipped into bed to read. There was a light tap on the bedroom door and I said, travesti istanbul “Come in,” knowing that it could only be Pa. He pushed the door open and came in wearing his pyjamas, ready for bed. “May I sit on your bed darling?” “Of course Pa.” He sat there for a few moments, not saying anything. Then he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. He trailed his lips down the side of my face and met my lips with his. With a gasp of astonishment from me, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and French kissed me. I can tell you that because of our recent lifestyle I had never been kissed like this before. I had only received pecks on the cheeks mainly from a few guys at the dances but none so intense as this. I drew back and looked into his eyes. They were shining with tears and I just put my arms around him and hugged him close to me. He pulled me into his embrace and I lay my head on his shoulder. This felt so normal. I didn’t really know any better but the feeling I was getting was not normal to me. I felt hot and cold, all at the same time, yet also my body seemed to be burning up in its own fire. As I lay there in his arms, Pa brushed his hands down my body and over my breasts. I shivered and burrowed deeper into his chest. My nipples began to tingle as I pressed against his hairy chest and his fingers found the soft mounds of my breasts under my nightgown. He lowered his head to mine and kissed me again. Not a word had been said but we both knew what was about to happen. As he fondled my breasts with one hand he dipped his mouth and took one of my boobs and suckled and licked it, changing sides regularly.

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A hot day at the swimming pool turns hotter when Vick’s baby sister tries to seduce him. Meanwhile, Vick’s got his lustful eye on his beautiful mother and older sister. It’s a day of bikinis, lingerie, sweltering heat and incestuous seductions with the whole family involved!Author’s Note (Important): This story is based on pure fiction. Because this story has explicit sexual content, ALL characters in this story are 18+. Let me just outline briefly that Vickram is 19, Sonia is 18, Lara is 21, Vinod is 19, and Rani 21.Brown Lust: Chapter 2 (Part 1)The Saturday morning sun’s bright rays pushed through the thin white curtains and struck Vickram Dutt’s eyes. He squeezed his eyelids tighter and turned over in his bed, throwing aside the white blanket because of the heat. Vick had only gotten a few hours of sleep. All night, dreams had come unbidden into his exhausted mind. But they were not dreams he wanted to have, dreams over which he had no control. They were erotic dreams. First he dreamt of his sister Sonia and himself engaged in forbidden acts of incest, then there was another dream where he was with his mother, and then there was the one following where he was with both his mother and sister…. A few minutes passed by as Vick tried to fall back asleep in vain. However, knowing that if he didn’t wake soon his father would yell at him, Vick decided to get up. He brushed and then went out into the hall. As he walked past his older sister’s room he saw that the door was closed. “Lara’s still sleeping,” he said with a shake of his head. Yep, she probably came home past 2:00 last night after partying and drinking. Dad’s gonna be angry and give her a good tongue-lashing. “Well,” he said going down the stairs, “I can only hope….” Walking into the dining-room he saw his parents and younger sister already sitting down to breakfast. “You’re late,” said Rishik, grimacing at his son. “Y-yeah,” Vick replied, “I didn’t get much sleep last night.” He turned his gaze away from his father and his eyes landed on Sonia: she smiled at him. “What’s the matter, Big Brother?” asked Sonia with a grin, stirring her bowl of cereal with a spoon. “Did you have bad dreams? Is that why you couldn’t get to sleep?” Vickram chose not to answer her as he took a seat. That punk! he thought, for an 18 year old soon to be graduating high-school, Sonia sure can act like a little brat. “Aren’t you going to have breakfast, Son?” asked Mrs. Dutt, looking at Vickram from the other end of the table as she poured more tea into Rishik’s cup. “I don’t feel like it,” Vick replied, resting his forehead on the tabletop. He was trying his best to not meet Mala or Sonia’s stares, fearing that he would give away his mounting lust for them. Just great, he thought, how can I get through the day after last night? I’ll be imagining Mom and Sis naked every time I see them. Mala pushed her chair back and stood up. She walked into the kitchen, opened a few cabinets and drawers, and soon came back into the dining room. Placing a steaming mug before her son, she said in English, her words marked with a slight accent, “Drink some tea, Vickram, dear. It will make you feel better.” Vickram raised his head and looked up at his beautiful mother. She smiled at him and bent down to kiss him on the forehead. “Okay,” Vick replied, watching his mother walk back to her chair. His eyes zeroed in on his mother’s tasteful nightie. The black, silky material underscored Mala’s full figure, especially her trim waist and the two tight cheeks of her ass which swayed with her steps. When Mala took her seat, Vickram could see his mother’s deep cleavage, the luscious cleft between her large breasts exposed by the low neckline of the nightie. That familiar burning istanbul travesti sensation welled up inside of Vickram’s chest. This is wrong, he told himself. I shouldn’t be checking her out. She’s my mom! But visions of the previous night assaulted his brain. He saw his naked mother sucking his father’s fat prick, getting her pussy eaten while she moaned and groaned, and finally riding Rishik’s cock till she came with a scream. Vickram also remembered with disgust how he had wished he could have been in his father’s place fucking his own mother. Then there had been the startling discovery of his father’s perverted desire to have sex with his Mom’s sister. Sonia cleared her throat, causing her brother to jump in his chair. “What’s wrong?” she whispered with a grin. “Were you checking out Mom again?” Vick pressed a finger to his lips and leaned towards his sister. “Shhhhh! What if Mom and Dad heard you?” “Well?” pursued Sonia with a devious smile. “Of course not!” replied Vick. He was getting angry at his sister’s constant teasing. “Why don’t you grow up, Sonia? Start acting like your actually 18!” “Yeah right,” she laughed. “If I want to act like a kid then I will! After all, I am your baby sister.” She pouted her lips. Vickram shook his head and took a sip of his tea. “You may be my baby sister ’cause you’re younger, but that doesn’t mean you have to behave like an actual baby.” Sonia smiled in her usual adorable manner. “Yes I do, Big Brother! I’ll always be a kid!” Vick couldn’t help it; he laughed out loud. “I can’t believe you’re only one year younger than me. It’s hard to imagine you at 40, Sis. Tell me, will you still act like a baby?” “Yep,” she answered at once, “always: Sonia, the 40 year old baby.” She started giggling. Taking another sip from his steaming mug, Vickram said, “You’ll be 19 next year when you start university, the same as me right now. Soon you’ll have to mature whether you like it or not.” “Well then I don’t like it,” Sonia replied with a frown. Some minutes passed by as the family continued eating without conversation. Then Mala spoke up. “Rishik, when are you going to get the air conditioner fixed? It’s getting to be a very hot summer and the kids—” “The kids can go for a swim if they want to cool down,” her husband cut her off. “But,” Mala persisted, “my sister is coming over to stay with Vinod and Rani for the weekend: what will her kids do?” Mr. Dutt put the newspaper down on the table. “If Mira—and the children, of course—feels like it, she can go for a swim. Maybe I’ll go a swim too, since it’s so hot today.” Rishik’s thick face wrapped into a grin, causing his wife to blush and look down at her hands. Vick couldn’t believe his father: he deliberately wasn’t fixing the air conditioner just so he could have a chance of seducing his sister-in-law. That’s shrewd, thought Vickram with a shake of his head, almost diabolical. But will Dad really be able to seduce Aunty Mira? Vick thought about his uncle, Rohit Lall, who had passed away fifteen years ago, and how his Aunt had stayed a widow all those years. Wouldn’t she get lonely? he wondered. She doesn’t have anyone to satisfy her sexual desires and she can’t date since she’s a traditional Indian woman. But how can she handle not having a lover for all those years? An hour and a half later the family sat in the living room watching television. The house was sweltering. It was one of those humid, airless summer days. The windows were all thrown wide open but the Dutts were lucky if a random breeze would blow through them. “Damn this heat….” Vickram muttered, wiping his sweaty face off on his shoulder. Sonia had changed into a bright yellow t-shirt which ended halfway down istanbul travestileri her chest and left most of her stomach exposed, its rim stretched taut some inches above her bellybutton. The t-shirt hugged so firmly against Sonia’s curves that Vick was amazed to see his sister’s pert breasts rise and fall with each little breath she took. With the t-shirt Sonia wore a very small pair of tan shorts that left her brown thighs bare from the middle down. More than once Vickram had attempted to capture secret glances of his baby sister. His eyes kept wandering to the border where Sonia’s short-shorts ended midway down her thighs and her naked legs began. Mom’s thighs are broader, he noted, but Sister’s are nice and lean. Vickram shook his head rapidly like a wet dog, realizing the dirty thoughts that had entered his mind. But his eyes traveled further up his sister’s body and stopped at her narrow stomach. The zippered shorts were dangerously low-cut, the top rim circling Sonia’s waist just above her pelvic bone. He stared with lust at the tautness of his sister’s abdomen; it was so smooth, firm and flat. Because the t-shirt ended just a few inches below Sonia’s breasts, much of her light brown stomach was visible to her brother’s sight. Vick’s gaze traveled higher to the pert globes pushing against the yellow cotton. Sonia’s breasts were small yet perfectly round, made the more delicious since the t-shirt was such a snug fit against her slender body. Though Sonia was short and not as full-figured as her mother, Vick loved his sister’s slim figure. There was something so attractive about her tomboyishness and innocence that made up for her lack of large breasts or overtly sexual curves. The thudding of feet sounded on the stairs. Vick and Sonia turned to see their older sister Lara come waltzing down. Without so much as a word or a look towards her family, Lara walked past them towards the kitchen. She was stopped dead in her tracks by her father’s exclamation. “Lara!” he said, leaning forward on the cushioned armchair. Lara huffed in exasperation. Without turning to face her father she replied, “Yeah?” “Turn around,” Rishik ordered. Lara spun around on her heel: father and daughter locked eyes. Though Vick was often fearful of his father and blamed him for favoritism towards Sonia, he disliked his older sister so much that he wished she would pay for her late-night revels and other selfish behaviour. Look at her face, Vick said to himself, shaking with rage as he saw the contemptuous glance Lara directed towards her father. The bitch looks like she owns the world. “Come here,” ordered Rishik. Lara rolled her eyes in irritation. “Now!” She walked into the living room and stood in front of her father. Mala looked at her husband with pleading eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t do anything drastic. Lara was dressed in a flimsy dark red slip, its thin shoulder-straps leaving her upper-back and shoulders bare. Fuck, thought Vick, the material is almost see-through! He strained to make out his sister’s naked body inside her delicate nightwear, but it proved to be a vain endeavor. Silken waves of black hair with dark-brown highlights tumbled half-way down Lara’s back. The hemline of the dark red slip cut off around the middle of her full, supple thighs and provided an alluring contrast to her fair brown skin. She looks like a total slut, Vickram pondered, his eyes roving over his older sister’s body. How can she dress like that in front of her own family? I bet lots of guys have dreamed about getting into her panties, sinking their cocks into her tight pussy, fucking her hard…me included. It’s not fair! he moaned, why does such a stuck-up bitch have to look travesti istanbul so damn hot? From where Vick was sitting he could see the smooth muscles of Lara’s uncovered back against the deep crimson of her slip. His eyes traveled down to the mounds of her ass, so firm and round, to her long, foxy legs, which looked so sleek in the morning light streaming in from the windows. Vickram’s concentration was broken by his father’s voice. “Where were you last night?” asked Mr. Dutt in Hindi. Lara shrugged and answered in English, “What’s it to you?” She had a longish face with a straight nose, bright lips of a natural pink glister, and thin cheeks which inclined into a narrow chin. Her thick waves of black-brown hair flowed down the sides of her head, and though her face was sharp-featured it was very attractive, unless it was set in its usual scowl or sneer. “You’ll show some damn respect!” Mr. Dutt roared, half-lifting himself off the armchair. His face was twisted with fury. Lara stood with her arms folded. “I was out with my friends. Happy?” She turned to walk away but her father said, “Stay!” Lara grunted and turned around. “Doing what?” “Partying,” she replied. “And drinking?” She stared at the floor. “And drinking?” repeated Rishik. “A little,” replied his daughter. Though Lara’s face was averted from her father’s, it appeared that she was more annoyed than scared of him. “What time did you get home last night?” asked Mr. Dutt. Vickram glanced at Sonia next to him: both were now sitting up on the couch, legs folded, watching the show with great pleasure. Vick leaned towards his sister and whispered as quietly as he could, “I hope she gets it.” Sonia began snickering into her hands. “I asked you a question,” stated Mr. Dutt. “What time did you get home?” “12:00,” answered Lara. “Liar!” barked Rishik. “You didn’t come home till past four. You’re lying right to my face!” For a moment Lara seemed to gather together her confidence and stubbornness. She stared into her father’s eyes with a look of deep disdain. “I’m 21 and I can do whatever the fuck I want! If I want to go out and drink and party and come back home at four in the morning then I’ll do it. Who the hell are you to tell me what to do!” “I’m your father, that’s who I am!” growled Rishik, shooting to his feet. He lifted his enormous right hand into the air as Lara stood frozen. Before Mr. Dutt could bring his hand down on his daughter’s face, Mala rushed between them with a scream. “No, Rishik!” Mrs. Dutt stood in front of her husband, staring up into his livid face with her arms spread out wide. “Get out of my way,” Rishik warned in a hoarse, low voice. Mala stood her ground. “Move!” he roared. Mrs. Dutt shook her head quickly. “Please don’t hurt her,” she pleaded with tearful eyes. “Please!” Vickram jumped to his feet, his heart pained at his mother’s sobbing, and went to stand beside her. Sonia, seeing her brother’s courage, went and positioned herself at her mother’s right. Lara, meanwhile, stood trembling behind them. Mr. Dutt breathed hard through his nostrils, his large chest puffing in and out as he stared at his wife flanked by two of his children. “Move….” he mumbled, still holding his hand in the air. Mala’s weeping eyes stared up at her husband, her hands drawn together in a plea for mercy. “Please, Dad,” muttered Vickram, staring up into his father’s face. “Don’t hurt her….” Sonia held her father’s arm in both her hands, sobbing out loud. “Please Daddy, don’t hurt Sister. Please Daddy please….” Her little shoulders were bouncing up and down as she cried. Mr. Dutt seemed to calm down. He reached out and patted Sonia’s head. She looked up into her father’s face, embraced him, and began weeping into his chest. Sonia, who was around 5’3, seemed so tiny in the massive arms of her 6’5 father. “Fine, I won’t hurt her for your sake,” said Rishik, stroking Sonia’s hair. “But,” he stated, louder than before, “she’s grounded for a month; no going out; no drinking; extra chores. And she better show…

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Three weeks after their initial sexual encounter, Tina and her son Mark had become pretty comfortable with their new erotic relationship. After their second tryst together, a steamy, dreamy encounter that was a new experience for both of them, they fucked every day over the next week. During the next two weeks, they were fucking every two or three days. They each lived their own lives, and still talked like a mother and son would, but when either one of them was horny, they looked to the other one first for satisfaction. Their sexual relationship was honest and open, but still separate from the mother-son bond. Mark thoroughly enjoyed his sexual encounters with his mom, as did she. Tina wasn’t sexually active with anyone else, but Mark did have a girl he had been seeing the past couple of weeks who had a strong libido of her own. Mark loved the time that he spent with each of them, and that’s what led him to the idea of a wonderful surprise for them both. On a Saturday evening, Mark knew that his mom would be out for a couple of hours, so he invited his new girlfriend, Angie, over for a good time. Angie is, to put it bluntly, a bit of a freak. She’s open to just about anything sexually. She regularly participates in a number of fetishes and is extremely bi-sexual. One fetish that she loves is being tied up. When Mark suggested the idea of some bondage for tonight’s date, Angie was more than willing to come prepared. When Angie greeted Mark at the front door, he was taken back at her stunning appeal. Her D-cup breasts were bulging out of a tight red top, and her denim shorts hugged just a little too tightly against her crotch. She was holding a black duffel bag, which Mark knew contained some kinky accessories. Mark greeted her with a hug and kiss and then escorted her to his bedroom. After a few minutes of small talk, Mark suggested they get down to business. Mark went into his bathroom to disrobe. Angie darkened the room and lit a few candles, then disrobed her self. Mark was taking a little longer than Angie expected, but he finally returned to the room to find a totally nude Angie sitting seductively on the side of his bed. istanbul travesti She gave him a come-hither look and patted her hand against the bed next to her. Mark felt the blood rush into his stiffening cock. As he sat down next to the busty, brunette beauty, he brushed his hand down her arm, then around the curve of her ass and down her leg. She was anxious, but patient as he explored her creamy skin. Angie’s body moved only with tiny nervous jitters as Mark’s hands caressed her back, brushed her cheek and cupped her breasts. For several minutes, he aroused the ashen fem with gentle caresses across her body and teasing brushes on her most sensitive and erogenous areas. Angie was enjoying every touch and caress. With closed eyes, she was moaning and sighing at the sensitive pleasure. She could feel her pussy moistening as she became increasingly aroused. She was so ready for sex, but she forced herself to be patient and enjoy the pleasure. With only gently guiding movements, Mark led Angie to lie down on the bed. With her body lying flat on the blanket, the glow of candle light flickering across her body, Mark moved down her body with arousing kisses. First he kissed her forehead and lips, and then down to her neck and shoulders. Knowing that Angie was becoming more aroused, Mark spent some time massaging and kissing her breasts, giving more pleasure to her nipples and areolas than he had previously. He occasionally saw her hand make a movement toward her vagina, as if she wanted to finger herself, but then she refrained. Mark moved down from Angie’s breasts, across her stomach, and then over her waistline to the sexy lines and curves of her throbbing pussy. He could see drips of fluid that had escaped the shelter of her labia. He knew there was a welling of passion deeper inside. Addressing that would come in time. He kissed and licked around Angie’s pussy. Then he teased the opening of her lips with his tongue and opened them with a firm lick from the bottom of her gash to the top. He could feel and taste her sweet juices as they flowed across his tongue. He paused for a moment at the top istanbul travestileri of her soggy opening and then exited with a flick of his tongue against her clit. Angie let out a hurried moan at the sensation of the pleasure. She was pounding and aching inside, but she knew the night’s pleasure had only begun. After his little pussy tease, Mark rubbed his hands down Angie’s legs and took a firm grip of her ankles. He pulled them apart, each one toward a bed post. As her legs spread, so did her pussy lips, and Mark watched as juices glistened at the border of her lips and then broke free and rolled down her curves into the darkness of the blanket. With Angie’s legs spread wide across the bed, Mark took a rope that she had looped around the bed post and tied it around an ankle, gave some slack, then tied it to the bed post. He did the same to the other leg. Angie smiled at him devilishly and reached her arms back toward the head board. Moving slowly and methodically, Mark moved around the bed and tied each arm to a corner of the head board. When Mark had finished securing his lover’s arms and legs, he then pulled out a whip from Angie’s bag. It had a braided leather handle and nine soft leather bands coming off the end. A big smile came across the girl’s face. “Have I been a bad girl?” she asked him. “It’s not how bad you’ve been.” He replied. “It’s how bad you’re going to be.” With that, he gave her a teasing spank across her belly. Mark walked around the right side of the bed so that he was standing over Angie’s face. She knew what he wanted, and what she wanted. She opened her mouth wide for Mark’s stiff cock. Mark grabbed her by the back of her head with his right hand and handled the whip in his left. Angie’s lips wrapped tight around the shaft and she ran her tongue firmly against its head and the sensitive skin around it. With a firm grip on Angie’s hair, Mark began pumping her face against his cock. It was rough play, but he knew she liked it from the moans of pleasure that were muffling from her mouth and from the wild sensations her tongue was lashing onto his cock. As Angie went travesti istanbul wildly at his dick, Mark played the whip across her ripe body. He teased it against her breasts, rubbed it across her firm nipples, and then gave a swat across her belly again. He gave another swat on the belly, then a whack across her breasts. Angie let out a grunt of recognition without losing beat on her oral pleasure. Mark worked the whip against Angie’s torso and breasts a few more times, then reached out and swatted it against her exposed pussy. Angie moaned in delight, and Mark gave it another whip, and then another. By now, he could see the juices from her pussy on the ends of the bands. She was dripping wet and ready to burst. And so was he. Suddenly, the couple heard a sound in the house. It was the front door closing. Angie pulled her mouth back from Mark’s cock. “Were you expecting someone?” She asked. “It’s probably my mom.” Mark said. “I’ll go tell her we’re busy.” Mark gave Angie a friendly swat across her tits, then set the whip down on the bed and headed toward the door. “What? You’re going out there like that?” Angie said with alarm in her voice. “It’s not a big deal.” Mark said. “She’s my mom. She’s seen me naked before.” Without hesitating, Mark exited the room, leaving Angie’s busty, restrained body lying naked in the candle light. For several minutes, Mark didn’t return to the room. After a while, Angie was wondering if she had been abandoned. Her pussy was still throbbing so hard. She wanted to finger herself to relieve the pressure, but there was nothing she could do. Outside the room, Mark was in his mom’s bedroom with her. She had just set down her purse. She gave her naked son a big hug, and paused a moment to feel his rock hard cock against her body. “I got your text earlier.” She said. “Is everything still on schedule?” “Right on time.” He said. “OK, give me a few minutes.” His mom said. Two minutes later, Angie heard the door to the room open. She saw a figure walk toward her, a different figure than she remembered walking out a few moments ago. As the form moved from the shadow of the doorway into the candle light that illuminated the room, Angie was shocked to see a lady; a lady rubbing a large strap-on cock. Angie squirmed a bit, scared at first of this new, unknown face and figure. Then she heard the door click shut and Mark’s familiar form appeared in the glimmering light. “What’s going on, Mark?” Angie asked.

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This is my first story, so any feedback would be amazing. It’s my last day to spend time with my family before I go back to college. I spent the morning shopping with my mom, I had to go to Victoria’s Secret to get some new lingerie. I gotta look good when I go back to college. I found this cute set of Pink lingerie, I can’t wait to try and put the moves on my room mate. I got home and I changed into some my new lingerie, and my black leggings. I found my soccer jersey and threw that on, it covered my ass, so my brother couldn’t check me out. I went downstairs to talk to my mom for a bit, and she said istanbul travesti dinner wouldn’t be ready for about an hour and half. I was really bored, so I decided to watch a movie. I called for my brother to see if he wanted to watch too, I was going to watch his favorite “American Pie”. I called, no answer. My mom mentioned he might be upstairs sleeping. I slowly walk upstairs, and make my way to his room, the door is closed. I open it slowly, I don’t see him on the bed, I look to the other corner of the room and he’s there in just his boxers hand on his cock. I look at istanbul travestileri the computer screen and I don’t see any porn, I’m confused. I startle him, “Hey little bro, whats going on?” “Uhh nothing…” He puts his cock back into his boxers, embarrassed, sometimes I think he forgets I lost my virginity to him. A year ago when he was 17. “Well I came upstairs to see if you wanted to watch a movie, but you look a little busy.” “I was reading” he proclaimed. “Reading what?” “It’s this sight I found about a year ago. People post stories about all kinds of sexual travesti istanbul experiences and fantasies.” “Thats weird” I told him, even though I didn’t really think so. “Yeah, I’ll read you one” He read me a story about a girl who learned how to masturbate from her sister, my brother must really know what I like, by the end of the story I was rubbing my pussy through my tights, I was really wet. “So, do you still wanna watch a movie sis?” “No, I have a better idea” I take his hand, and lead him to his bed, he gets the idea because he throws me down and starts kissing me. The bliss is overwhelming, we’re making out and he’s playing with my boobs. I love when he pinches my nipples, they’re so sensitive. I flip him over so I’m on top, I take off my soccer jersey so he can play with my boobs a little easier, before I know it my bra is off too, and he starts sucking on my boobs, nibbling my nipples…

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Watchingirishmik60 Is it incest if you only watch? Is it wrong? Naughty? Disgusting? Or sexually exciting? Passionate? Erotic? I was home from my freshman year at college for Spring break. I’d rather be at some exotic spot with my friends, partying and fucking my brains out, but sadly finances got in the way. So, here I was laying on the bed I grew up in, chatting on my cell with my bff. She was at Ft Walton Beach with others, drinking themselves into a drunken frenzy, fucking any boy that could get it up. She had just called me and told me of her last conquest. That he was asleep, naked beside her as we chatted. Her description making me hornier & hornier. My boyfriend was away for the week with his buddies. I knew he was probably fucking anything with boobs and a willing pussy. Damn! I was wet and lonely! After hanging up with my girlfriend, frustrated as I was, I decided to go down and get a beer from the fridge. Knowing my parents were already in bed I didn’t bother putting anything on, but went to the kitchen in my cotton bikini’s. Though only 18 my parents didn’t mind me having a beer or two, as long as I didn’t get carried away. As I opened the fridge the cool air felt good as it cascaded over my body. It seemed to take some of the heat from my skin. The cool air hardened my nipples and caused goosebumps to form. Taking a cold MGD longneck from it’s shelf I cracked the top and drew a long swallow. istanbul travesti Refreshing yes, but it did nothing to quench the thirst between my legs. I was so used to getting my boyfriends thick, hard cock on a regular basis. And now, it would be 10 days before I had the chance to feel him deep in me again. Being this horny, late at night, and only your mom and dad around wasn’t what I’d call fun. More like frustrating. I considered turning on the TV in the living room and searching for something to try and take my mind off my soaking pussy, but decided to go back to bed, rub one off and try and get to sleep. As I rose up the stairs towards the bedrooms I heard a noise from my parents room. I momentarily froze, remembering my state of undress, worrying dad might come out of his room and see me. As I tip toed toward my room, the sounds became more evident. Dad wasn’t getting up….exactly. At least not up out of bed. ‘Damn honey that feels good! Lick it!’, I heard from my dad. It was then that I realized my parents were fucking! Now, when you’re 19, you don’t even consider the idea of your parents having sex. In their early 40’s weren’t they too old? ‘Shit Madeline, suck me!’, came from the bedroom. OMG! My mother was sucking cock! Dad’s cock yes, but she was SUCKING it! No teenager thinks of their mother sucking cock, let alone still fucking. Whether it was the beer, istanbul travestileri the sounds, my horniness, or a combination of the three, I had to see. Now, instead of walking to my bedroom I slipped towards the sounds emanating from theirs. Surprisingly their bedroom door was open about 5 inches and I could peek inside. Leaning against the hallway wall I could see their reflection in the dresser mirror. I was situated where I had an unobstructed view of their bed, lengthwise. There was my dad, laying back with pillows stacked behind him. As he lay there, my mother was between his legs, almost off the bed, her mouth slowly licking and sucking dads cock. Her breasts hung low under her, her nipples sometimes grazing the mattress. One hand curled at the base of dad’s cock, the other settled between his legs. I just knew it had to be around his nuts. Now, my boyfriends got a big cock, maybe 8″ and thick. But, I never would’ve believed it. My dad had a monster! Almost as thick as my mom’s wrist, it looked to be over 10″! Thick hard veins encircled it. As my mother’s mouth moved down to lick his shaft I could see the hard, round, purplish head of his cock. pre cum seeping from it’s head, trickling down the underside of his shaft, mom would lap it up as her mouth returned to the head. Each time her tongue scraped over his glans would bring another gasp from dad. His hand entwined travesti istanbul in her hair, not forcing her, but at the same time not letting her get away. By now my pussy was screaming. Having been absent of a thick tool for almost a week. My panties were soaked. That’s when I noticed my hand buried in my panties, my finger sliding between my distended cunt lips. My fingertip lingering at my sloppy vagina, the base of the same digit mashed against my hardened clit. Watching a scene I never even considered, in my aroused state, my knees weakened each time my father groaned. GOD I wished I was sucking that cock! But NO! That was my father’s. The tool that created me. That’s so wrong, yet it excited me seeing it disappear and reappear from my mother’s mouth. A this time my mother rose to her knees, crawled up beside my father, turned back facing his groin again and drew her right leg over dad putting her cunt right in his face! My parents? sixtynining? That was for young people, not these old folks! Yet here it was. My mother returned to her oral manipulation of dad’s penis as dad smashed his face in mom’s pussy. It was time for mom to make sounds now. Almost mewling, growling as she devoured dad’s shaft, dad forcing his face deeper and deeper in the crack of her legs. From the side view I couldn’t tell if he was licking her clit, tongue fucking her, or stabbing his tongue in her ass. Mom’s ass cheek was in the way. I do know that whatever he was doing mom seemed to love it. Each time his face drew upwards towards her groin, she would lean back meeting his mouth. As she drew back forward his cock would go deeper in her gaping mouth. At no time was she able to get his entire cock in her mouth.

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Daughter Wife   Jim Calderon took his 18-year-old daughter to a restaurant near the end of the school year. She had just graduated a couple of months before and was not going to college right away. Instead, she was going to work for a year or two before deciding what career she wanted to follow. Jim had been searching for another job, and had a couple of interviews lined up, both of them in towns hundreds of miles away. “I hope you get the one in Portland,” Stacy said to him as she finished up her meal and took a sip of water. “That would be a nice town to start over in.” “Yes, Portland’s nice, though it’s more cloudy and rainy than here in California.” “And some colder too, but I still like it, and I’m so excited about finally being able to be Mrs. Calderon.” “At least in name.” “We already are in every other way, aren’t we? We already have the same last name.” “Yes baby. In every way except the legal one.” “And no one will know that in a new city. No one will know that Jim and Stacy are father and daughter instead of Mister and Missus.” “Well, grandparents and a few others that we’ll keep in touch with.” “But we won’t let them know, not exactly.” “Some of them will figure it out.” “We’ll avoid them, or pretend.” “I know, we’ve talked about it lots of times. It will be fun to start life over as a married couple. In a way, it would be better if we could disappear entirely.” “I want to go with you everywhere and sleep with you and fuck you and, and everything,” she said, smiling sweetly at her father. “And I do too. I want to watch you fucking other men, and fucking women, and I want to fuck others with you.” “I think I can get a job at a strip club.” “Oh,” Jim said, “that would be hot. Very hot.” He looked into her clear blue eyes. Her face was framed by long, light brown hair with a few blond streaks. Her lips were full and sensuous and pink and her cheekbones high and her chin strong. She was leaning her elbows on the table, and her button-up top was open enough that he could see the glimmer of her white bra and the tops of her smooth breasts. He could read the lust in her eyes and smell her sweet scent across the table. She smiled at him and didn’t move as she saw him looking down her blouse. She undid one more button and her father continued to stare at her breasts. She leaned back, tossing her long hair behind her and as she arched her back with the movement, he watched her breasts rising and looked at the place where her bra was partially exposed. She crossed her legs and he felt her foot grazing against his shin. He spread his legs and her bare foot moved to his thigh and then between his legs until it touched his cock. She wriggled her toes in his lap until the waitress came with the check. She slid her foot slowly back down his leg and bent to put her shoe back on. He straightened himself as she got up and headed toward the exit. Her ass swayed from side to side as she walked sensuously, her mini skirt swaying high on her legs. When they got in the car the skirt rose higher, and Jim could see the tip of her white panties peeking out. He patted her thighs, running his hand between her legs. She scooted forward so he could finger her pussy through the tiny panties and they rode to the department store she wanted to visit while he played with her wet pussy. Stacy sat up a little in the seat and leaned toward her father. His hand came free from between her legs and she kissed him lightly on the cheek and then she snaked one of her hands between his legs, grasping his cock and rubbing it through his pants, making it hard. She unzipped his pants and undid the button of istanbul travesti his pants and reached inside his underwear, her fingers cool and hot at the same time as she fondled his growing erection. She began slowly jacking him off as he drove. By the time they got to the parking lot, Jim was on the verge of cumming. He found a parking spot in the shade and they both undid their seatbelts. Stacy leaned toward her father and took the head of his cock into her mouth, sucking him lovingly as he looked around to make sure no one approached. She fondled his balls as much as she could in the cramped space and sucked furiously. In a few moments he was cumming in her mouth and she gulped it all down, swallowing his load and moaning as she inhaled his hot cum. She raised up, her lips red and swollen and her hair in disarray. “Mmmmm, tastes good, Daddy,” she said. He could smell the cum on her breath as she brought her lips to his, and he could taste it as she opened her lips and let her tongue slide into his mouth. She fiddled in her purse and wiped away the traces of cum, brushed her hair back and put a little more pink gloss on her lips. Once they were inside the store, she parted from him, knowing what she wanted and where it was. Jim wandered the aisles, looking at the mannequins and pictures of models and eyeballing the women shopping there. They met up again at the lingerie counter where Stacy used her credit card to pay for the purchases. “What did you get?” Jim asked. “Sexy outfits. For stripping, or at least for meeting other couples.” “Are you ready for another one?” “Yes, I got horny sitting in the restaurant talking about it. Why don’t you call that guy we just met? They sound like a pretty hot couple.” “Oh, you mean the computer guy and his older wife?” “Yeah.” “Okay. I’ll call him when we get home.” When they got back from shopping, Jim kicked off his shoes, got a drink from the refrigerator, and rifled through his notes until he found the one that said, “Bi computer.” He dialed and was surprised when the phone was answered instead of his call going to voice mail. He chatted with Art for a few minutes, asking him some questions about his wife, their ages, how bi they were, what they liked to do and what their schedule was like. “Shelly’s about 15 years older than me,” Art said, “almost old enough to be my mother, but she loves to suck cock and eat pussy. Not like my mother at all.” “Your mother didn’t like to suck cock?” Art laughed a little. “That’s not quite what I meant. I don’t know if my mother liked to suck cock or not. I never asked or, uh, investigated. I meant Stella isn’t ‘motherly’ at all. She’s a dynamo in bed.” “Uh-huh, well Stacy is more than 15 years younger than me, so I guess that puts you and me in the middle, with a daughter and a mother, so to speak.” “Sounds interesting. Does your, uh, daughter like pussy?” “Very much. She likes everything to do with sex, or at least everything we’ve tried so far.” “Yes, Shelly too. How about you? Do you like getting sucked by a man?” “Oh, yeah. It feels great. Ever since my first blow job by a man I’ve been hooked. They really know how to suck cock.” “And have you learned how to do it too?” “Uh-huh, I’ve sucked a few.” “Well, it sounds like we’ll have a great time, then.” They chatted for awhile more until they finally figured out a time that would work for them to meet up. Just as Jim was hanging up, Stacy pranced back into the room. “I tried them all on, and I can’t wait to show them off. I’m wondering about looking for that stripper job already. It feels so sexy to wear those outfits.” istanbul travestileri “I just talked to Art. He and Shelly can come over next Sunday afternoon. He says she’s 15 years older than him, and he’s a couple of years older than I am.” “So, she’s like, um, 50?” “Yeah, that sounds about right.” “That should be interesting. I’ve never thought about sex with someone that age before.” “Art said she really likes to eat pussy.” “Oh, that sounds good. Okay, I’ll wear one of my new outfits. I think I’ll take a couple of them down to the Dusty Miller before that and see if I can get on there.” “As a hot young stripper.” “Uh-huh. You can come and watch me if I get hired. I’m already wet just thinking about it.” Stacy called and set up an audition for the club for Friday afternoon, the Friday just before Art and Shelly were going to visit. She stuffed some outfits into a bag, put on extra makeup and Jim drove her there, but he had to wait outside for her. He was told it would be about a half hour wait. He walked around and found a coffee shop and sat at the counter, watching the waitress, and when he smiled at her, she smiled back. She bent over as she poured him a refill, and his eyes were on her cleavage. Her hair was fastened up behind her head, but Jim could see it was a shining platinum, and her face was thin and delicate, punctuated by severe red lips and light grey-green eyes. She had small upright breasts and her pink uniform was undone to the center of her chest. He stared at the upright mounds of her bra as she leaned to pour his coffee, not withdrawing from his gaze. She was smiling when his eyes went back up to her face. “It gets tips,” she said. “Huh, oh sorry.” “That’s all right. Some guys like the big ones. I just make do with what I’ve got, but showing tits gets bigger tips.” “Uh-huh. Well, then do bigger tits equal bigger tips?” “Size seems to be a preference. Guys like different sizes.” “And girls?” “I don’t get many tips from the girls, except the ones at the club.” “They like girls?” “And guys.” “Did you ever work there? You look like you’d be popular.” “No, I don’t like the hours and the hassle. I talk to a lot of them and they tell me what it’s like. Lots of drunks, guys so horny they can’t see straight, and managers who just want to see the cash registers jingle.” “I see. Well, my, uh, girlfriend’s over there now for a tryout.” “Oh? And you like that? You like having other guys look at her?” “Yeah. She likes it and I like it, and it makes things, uh, interesting at home.” “In bed.” “Yes, in bed.” He stared right into her deep hazel eyes and then looked down at her name tag. “And what do you do to keep things interesting in bed, Ann?” She laughed softly, her face lighting up. “Is that a proposition? You trying to get me into bed with you and your honey?” “Maybe. Depends.” “On what?” “On your answer.” “Is she coming over here after her tryout? I’ll decide then.” Jim finished his coffee, looked at his watch and went back to pick up Stacy. She was standing just outside the door waiting for him. She put an arm through the crook of his elbow and he could tell by the excited expression on her face that she had scored the job. She kissed his cheek. “I start next Thursday,” she said. “Three afternoons a week, from two till six.” “Sounds great. I might have another girl for you to fuck.” “Really,” she said, and it was half way between a question and an exclamation. They went back into the coffee shop and ordered sodas this time and sat at a booth. Ann came over, her hips swaying and a smile on her lips. “More coffee?” she asked, travesti istanbul her lips parted and a gleam in her eyes. “No, we think we’ll have the waitress special this time,” Jim said. “Two sodas and a waitress on the side.” “So this is the little honey who’s going to be stripping next door.” “Yeah, I start on Thursday,” Stacy said. “You look sweet as can be,” Ann said. “Good enough to eat.” “That sounds like a good idea,” Jim said. “When do you get off?” “I get off when I get eaten,” she said, lust seeping into her eyes. “Well, I think we can arrange that. When does this work end?” “Six. You can pick me up here.” Jim went back to pick her up, leaving Ann at home with her outfits. She was dancing around the living room when he left. Ann was still on duty when Jim got there. He took a seat near the door, waved to her and waited. In a few minutes she was ready, a light jacket on her shoulders over her pink uniform with its V cleavage and short skirt. She had pulled some pins out of her hair and brushed it down straight and it shone brilliantly, long and loose and the palest shade of blond—platinum. She looked marvelous, thin and tall and with the easy movements of a dancer. Her smooth thighs were bare on the seat next to Jim and he saw her bra again as she bent to put her purse on the floor and then she fastened the seat belt between her small breasts, outlining them and making his heart beat faster. She was quiet, closing her eyes for most of the trip, and Jim stole glances at her as he could, each glance increasing his desire for her slender body. Stacy was in the living room when they walked in, and she seemed on the verge of trying on another outfit. She was standing with her hands on her hips wearing just her nylon panties and matching bra. “Oh, I just can’t decide,” she said. “Too late,” Jim said. “Look who’s here.” Ann stepped into the living room and tossed her jacket onto the couch and put a hand on Jim’s shoulder to pry off her shoes. She sat down and peeled off her low socks and lay her head back on the cushions. “Whew,” she said. “I’m exhausted.” “How about a drink?” Jim asked. “Sure, got any pink wine?” “I’m not sure. I’ll go check.” Jim left the room to get the wine and when he came back with a couple of glasses filled with ice and an open bottle of white Zinfandel on a tray, he set it down on the coffee table and smiled at his daughter, who had put on some music and was swaying to the beat, her hips moving sensuously and her eyes half closed as the rhythm overtook her young body. “Looks good,” Ann said, taking the glass of Zinfandel from Jim and sipping it as she watched Stacy gyrating. She undid a couple of more buttons on the top of her outfit, and Jim realized it was a one-piece affair that unbuttoned to the waist. There was only one button left, but Ann stood up and stepped out of it before she got to the last one. She was wearing a white cotton bra that covered only the lower half of her breasts, and a tiny white pair of panties that clung to her slender body. “Come a little closer,” Ann said, spreading her legs. Stacy danced to between the outstretched legs, looking down at the beautiful slender woman with the grey-green eyes. Ann reached up and hooked Stacy’s panties in her long fingers and slid them down over her hips. Stacy stepped out of them and straddled one of Ann’s legs. Ann cupped Stacy’s pussy and rubbed between her legs before she inserted a long finger into the already wet pussy. “Let me taste it honey,” she said, pulling Stacy down onto the couch and crawling between her legs. Stacy opened her legs and propped her head on the arm of the sofa. Ann licked her lips and started kissing Stacy’s soft, slightly rounded belly. She ran her tongue over the soft, sparse hair of Stacy’s pussy and then ran her tongue up the wet, open slit of her pussy. Stacy shuddered as Ann’s tongue traced over her clit and then moaned as Ann’s lips sucked on her…

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“Oh Daddy, your words, they’re so beautiful, thank you,” I whispered, and then added, “You’re the only man I’ll ever love,” while pressing myself urgently into him as my lips hungrily sought his, wanting him now to recognize the new me, wanting him to feel as I, wanting him to grasp that we were destined to be joined in every way. I could feel a shiver of excitement tremor through his body as our tongues met and explored and couldn’t help but feel the sudden hardening, lengthening, against my stomach. “Sweetie!” Daddy gasped as he pulled back from me, confusion and desire dueling on his face. After spinning in his arms, I ended up facing away from Daddy, my firm bum pushed back against his erection, his hands suddenly full of my breasts. For just a millisecond I felt his fingers caress me, squeeze me, before he dropped them as if they were on fire, mumbling, “Oh Jesus Steff, I’m sorry, I didn’t..” “Can you attach them Daddy,” I asked, ignoring his apology as I slipped the pearls into his left hand and leaned back against his chest. “Of course honey,” he said eagerly, clearly glad to have something innocent to do, relieved that I hadn’t seemed to notice his furtive touch. His hands were like satin as they moved over my shoulders and gently caressed my neck as he lifted my long blond curls to bare me for his ring of pearls. I could feel his breath on my ear as he slowly opened the clasp but then let one end slip free, allowing the cool, white balls to cascade down across my chest and between my heaving breasts. “Oh Daddy, they’re cold and they tickle me,” I complained with a giggle and then lifted the top of my dress away from my body, pretending I wanted to see the string of balls swinging between my tits, knowing Daddy would see my full breasts, my now straining nipples as he slowly pulled the strand upward. “Sorry honey, I’m a real butterfingers tonight,” he answered lightly when he finally retrieved the end and joined the clasp behind my neck. But I could feel Daddy’s excitement throbbing into the crack of my rear and knew he was feeling the same emotions and desires that were exploding inside of me. “They’re beautiful,” I sang as I danced away from him and into my room, my song of joy a reflection of the happiness I felt at finding my life partner, my lover, my only future. “Look at the pearls Daddy,” I yelled laughing as I continued to dance in front of my mirror. As Daddy walked up behind me and watched me bemusedly in the mirror, I suddenly slipped the spaghetti thin straps istanbul travesti off my shoulders and let my top drop to my waist, baring my firm, full orbs to his startled eyes. “Stephanie!” Daddy stammered as he stared, uncertain what to say or where to look. “There just breasts Daddy,” I pooh pawed him, “everybody’s got them, I just want to see how the pearls look on me,” and then started to twirl the necklace over my chest. “They keep getting stuck on my nipples Daddy,” I complained with a little slur, faking a tipsiness that I didn’t really feel. “Are they too long Daddy,” I asked suddenly, turning to him, squeezing one long, firm nipple between my thumb and finger, presenting a full, firm orb to him. “They’re perfect honey,” he answered smiling, clearly now amused at his little daughters show, believing that this was an innocent daughters play and not a dangerous sexual act. “I had a perfect day Daddy, I love you so much,” I finished, yawning as I leaned into his strong, welcoming arms. “I’m so sleepy.” “C’mon Steff, I’ll put you to bed,” he said gruffly, his love for me so clear. As I fell back on the bed I could see a moments hesitation before his hands moved to my waist and pulled my dress over my hips and down my legs, leaving me naked except for my pearls and silk panties. As he hung my dress in my closet I started to lower my red pants, struggling so that when he turned back my legs were in the air and my panties only at mid thigh. “Here, let me help,” he offered in his most fatherly voice, as if he was just helping me with homework or the dishes, but I could feel the tremor in his fingers as he touched me. “Do you like my new panties Daddy,” I asked, a tipsy, teasing tone still in my voice, “I bought them just for tonight, just for you, just for my favorite man.” “That’s nice sweetie,” he responded, as he lifted me so he could get the sheet out from under me. After finally getting me arranged and the sheet placed over my naked skin he turned to go, whispering a ‘goodnight darling’ as he started to back away. “Stay for a few minutes Daddy,” I pled as I grabbed his arm. “What honey?” “Lie next to me Daddy, like you did when I was younger,” I mumbled drowsily, “stay with me until I fall asleep.” “Sure honey,” he agreed almost too quickly, and after shedding his shoes and shirt and after a moments hesitation his pants, slipped under the sheet next to me, down now to only his white boxers, and lying on his side watched me as he gently istanbul travestileri stroked my blond hair. Feigning sleep, I rolled over and curled into him, ending so my lips were less than a half inch from his cheek, each of my breaths gently tickling him as my breasts comfortably pressed into his strong chest. He finally left, maybe two hours later, but I knew he had enjoyed sleeping next to his eighteen year old daughter, the continuous hardness against my thigh a graphic proof. ~~~~~ Daddy was still sleeping when I entered his room the next morning, a question burning in my brain as I urgently shook him awake, wanting an answer to something he had written in his letter. “What honey?” he finally growled as his head emerged from under his sheet. “What did you mean about Paris and pearls in your letter last night Daddy?” I asked impatiently. “Oh that,” he answered nonchalantly as he sat up, not noticing how little of himself was covered. “Oh that what?” I insisted. “Well, do you happen to be doing anything on June 23rd by any chance my dear?” he asked mysteriously as he reached for an envelope sitting on the table next to his bed. “No Daddy, you know graduations on the 21st and then I’m free for the summer.” Smiling he handed me the envelope which soon yielded two airplane tickets. He was grinning as I slowly deciphered the itinerary. “Pittsburgh – Paris leaving on the 23rd and returning on August 30th for two,” I read. “But what does it mean Daddy? Which two are going to Paris?” I asked, more confused now than ever. “Well I thought that Doctor Roderick S. James and his lovely daughter, Miss Stephanie Danielle James might just benefit from ten weeks touring the Continent,” Daddy said smugly, a wide grin impossible to hold back. “But how? …. You have work… Where will we go? … Really… really, just the two of us?” I stammered as joy flooded through me. “Doctor James has already told his colleagues and the hospital administration that he will be out of the country for the time period covered by those tickets my dear,” he announced, clearly delighted at my surprise and happiness. “He feels that this might be his last chance to give his beautiful daughter advice and direction before she flings herself out into the greater world.” I didn’t give him a chance to say another word as I leapt on top of him, laughing and crying as I covered him in kisses. But I couldn’t help but notice his nakedness as I embraced him, and I felt a frisson of travesti both fear and excitement as I saw Daddy’s penis for the first time, lying proudly between his legs, and even soft it looked huge. How big is it when it’s hard I wondered as Daddy asked, “I take it you’re free then Miss James?” “Oh yes Daddy,” I shouted, “Where are we going to go exactly?” “That’s your job sweetie.” “What!” “I got the tickets – it’s up to you to decide where we’ll go and when. You got four months to decide and then to book the rooms and cars and flights and whatever else you want.” “But..” “No buts my lovely daughter, it’s your job.” “Anywhere I want?” “Your job!” And that’s how Daddy had left it and me those four months ago and ever since all I’d thought about was Daddy’s big penis and how I was going to convince him to let me have it for the rest of our lives! SPRING 1994 In the months that followed, through March and April and May, our relationship changed, both of us fundamentally altered by that night. We were suddenly in new unknown territory; now longer was it just the innocent loving father-daughter relationship we’d lived for eighteen years. I think it was easier for me, my youth allowing me to immediately accept the fact I wanted Daddy as my lover, as my husband. Oh, I knew about society’s rejection of this forbidden love, of society’s criminalization of what we would do, but my mind had easily accepted what my body was demanding. It was harder for him; society’s taboos against sleeping with your daughter were deeply ingrained in him. While I welcomed what my body was demanding, I could see him continually fight his ever increasing urges. Everything I did over those months was directed at making Daddy accept what I knew was inevitable but still as I studied the problem and incest in general I was stunned at what I found. Daughters do love their fathers like I did! In fact as I read and studied I found that for someone like me, an only child whose mother had left her when she was ten years old, it was almost inevitable that I would try to take my Mommies place and become Daddy’s girl. I set out to seduce him over those months. I dressed better, no more jeans or sweats and sneakers at dinner, instead I changed to dresses, or blouse and skirt ensembles, just sexy enough that Daddy couldn’t ignore the woman I’d become. I made sure I hugged him every day, holding him each time just seconds longer than normal, making Daddy feel the woman I was. I’d join him in the TV room fresh from the shower, perfumed now, and just in a robe, and would snuggle against him as we watched a rented movie I’d chosen. Over those weeks and months Daddy increasingly stayed home more than he had ever done before, hardly ever missing dinner, his social life now evenings with his daughter.

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Before I can tell the story I have to give tell about my family. My Mom (Alexis) is 38 but looks like shes 20. She 5″7′ and has hazel black hair that comes down a little past her neck. Shes skinny and has a lot of curves and sports a 38DD bust. My twin older sisters (Jade and Crystal) are both 17 and sexy as hell. They both are 5″6′ have light brown eyes and black hair that comes down to the center of there backs. Both are just as curvy as mom and have 36D breasts. The only way they are different is Jade is the fastest runner on the track team and Crystal is the caption of the girls soccer team. Me, 16 and 6″4′, have a muscular build, I have brown hair and black eyes. I’m the linebacker for the football team and play on the basketball team. 5 years ago: The clock was ticking down, 5 seconds left, I jumped istanbul travesti and grabbed the ball out the just and scored the winning touchdown. For a second everything was quiet, then everyone was cheering. My teammates lifted me on there shoulders and carried me towards the lockers room as everyone surrounded us cheering. “Party At Jason’s” someone yelled over the cheering ____________ Walking up to Jason’s house you knew the party would was A class only. Music was blasting, multi-color flashing out of every window in the house, and you could see the shadows of people dancing and doing other things. As soon as I walked in I was surrounded by people congratulating me and patting me on the back. Heading to the basement, I grabbed one of the drinks on the table, knowing that’s where the istanbul travestileri real fun was at. Down in the basement I pushed past the half naked people dancing and moved to the back wall were knew Rachael was waiting. I walked up behind her and pulled her back so my erection was against her ass. “Hello to you to” she turned around and gave me a quick kiss. I pulled her towards the dancing and took of my shirt. We danced for a few before I grabbed her hand and lead her out the house. We walked 4 blocks back to my house stopping every few step to make out. _______ With a sexy smile she sat on my bed. “pants off.” wasting no time I quickly pulled and kicked them to the side. Before I could get them off good she was had my half erect dick in her mouth. With here licking up and down travesti the shaft I was hard in seconds. Slowly taking my dick deeper, stroking up and down, I leaned against the wall. Just as I was about to cum I heard the the front door close. I put my pants back on and as she headed downstairs. Passing the kitchen my mom said goodnight but gave me the we-need-to-talk look. Quickly walking here home I couldn’t help thinking about how my moms breasts looked in the blouse she had on. ______________ Walking in I saw mom sitting on the couch waiting for me. Seeing me she pats the seat next to her and tell me to sit. “I you and Rachael have already had sex, but I want to make sure you know what what your doing.” Stunned I sat there not knowing what to say. Grabbing the remote my mom turned on the t.v. and all you see is a guy with his eating this girl out and the girl moaning and thrashing around. “Son I want to make sure you know how to please a women so I going to show you how.” I still was to shocked to do anything, she leaded over and unzipped and pulled my dick out.

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When I was exiting the airport, I saw my sister’s car parked and waiting for me. I entered the car gradually since my war injury made my right leg weaker than my left. I looked over to see mysister smiling at me.”Hey! Welcome back!” Samantha said with glee.She leaned over, hugged me and kissed my cheek. I’ve always embraced the touch of my little sister. Like a brother should.”It’s great to be back sis,” I said.I placed my cane and duffel bag in the back seat. I hugged her back. I was honorably discharged from my actions in Iraq, and I was done with my tour of duties. I no longer have to leave for another tour again. I received a Purple Heart for taking a bullet to my thigh. That’s why I need the cane to support me when I walk. My sister started the car and started to drive to her apartment.As we were driving she asked me a lot of questions. Like how I was doing, and that how everyone was happy I got home safe. We pulled into our parents house. At first I was surprised, and before I istanbul travesti could say anything she grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. The whole house was dark and I was trying to find the light switch, when I finally found it I flipped it on.”Welcome back Hunter!”my whole family yelled.I was surprised, and made me jump a little. I smiled at them and looked for my girlfriend. Everyone was waiting for my response.”Where is Emily?” I asked everyoneNo one answered me, and were looking at the ground. My smile quickly diminished. I didn’t know if she was going to surprise me, or she was just missing at the time.”Where is she?” I asked again.”Hunter, there is no easy way to tell you this, so I’m just going to come out with it. She’s dead.” My mother said.I thought she was joking at first, but then I saw the seriousness in her face. I was in disbelief. My heart was racing at the thought I just lost the love of my life. I lost support to my legs, and fell istanbul travestileri to my knees. Samantha got onto her knees, and put her hand on my back. rubbing softly, it was comforting.”I’m so sorry you had to find out like this. She was in a terrible car crash about four months ago. She died instantly,” Samantha said.She helped me to me feet. I stood there for a minute taking in the news, but to be truthful; I knew this happened. Because she stopped sending letters about four months ago.”Can we go please?” I asked.Samantha nodded, and I said goodbye to my family, and hugged my parents. After we left, we had a silent drive to Samantha’s apartment. Samantha pulled up and she turned off her car.”Do you want to talk about it?” Samantha asked.”No. I’m fine; Really.” I lied.I didn’t like to lie to Samantha, but I didn’t want her to worry. When we entered the apartment; I quickly went and sat down on the couch. My leg was sore from walking up two flights travesti of stairs. It was getting late.”You can sleep in my room if you want. if it would help you leg better,” Samantha said gracefully.I laid down on the couch to see if it was conformable. After a few moments I shrugged.”This will be fine, but thanks though,” I said.I sat back up, so Samantha could sit down on the couch. Something told me she was about to drop the ‘Sisterly love” on me; I was correct.”Look. I know this must be a hard time for you, but you can stay as long as you want,” Samantha said.She got back up, and walked over to the kitchen door. peeking inside; she disappeared behind the swinging door. I heard the clanking of metal-ware.”I’m sure you’re hungry. Do you want anything to eat?” Samantha asked.”No thanks. I’m going to go change really fast and rest for a bit,” I replied.I got up, grabbed my duffel bag, got a clean black T-shirt and a pair of gympants, and my cane. With every tap of my cane, I came to realize that my girlfriend is gone, and that Samantha was being awfully generous. I finally reached the bathroom; I walked over to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. The image of Samantha in her tight jeans, and low-cut shirt that she was wearing kept appearing into my mind.

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