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Chapter 1- The Confession

As far as I can remember—dad—was never in the picture. It was always just me, and mom. She birthed me, she nursed me, she bathed me, she fed me, clothed me, provided a home, and took care of me when I was sick. She has always—ALWAYS—been there for me!

My name is Charles. My mother is Marcelle. This is our story.

Where to begin?

I think I will start this story at today.

School had just started up again after the summer break. It is still the middle of summer. Hot as hell most days, but today she had given us a break. It was not quite as hot as usual and there was a nice breeze, not the usual gale force winds that seemed to be an overbearing feature of the area in which we live. Today, I finally mustered up the courage to confess my love for the girl I have secretly pined for all through elementary, middle, and high school.

Madison Fairchild. She was the most beautiful girl in school. I fell in love with her the very first time I saw her…

——(!)——

She was standing in the aisle with roughly twenty or thirty other kids, because, as usual, the bus was way overcrowded. Every seat was full leaving the rest to stand in the aisle as Mister Godwin, the bus driver, drove 50 miles an hour down the 25-mile-an-hour downtown residential neighborhoods separating the middle school from the high school.

This was our lot in life every day. Riding with a madman. The bus came to a crossroads. The street we were on was fairly flat, but the crossing street ramped up towards its center to create a slope so that it would shed water when it rained. Mister Godwin didn’t even slow down. He hit it at 50 miles an hour. Every kid on the bus went flying!

We all knew well that fabled sense of weightlessness as we flew two feet into the air only to land with a thud back in our seats if we had one. Several of the kids standing in the aisle hit the roof with their heads before they were thrown down to the floor. Madison somehow landed right in my lap!

I was stunned.

She was stunned.

Her cheeks blushed three shades of red.

She was so beautiful, and she was so shy. Red-faced with embarrassment, we pretended she wasn’t sitting on my lap for the rest of the trip to the high school. And that was when I fell in love…

——(!)——

“I love you Madison,” I said awkwardly as I stood there in front of her during P.E. class. We were beneath an ancient oak tree that looked like it had been here since before my father, the father I never knew, attended this school. Hell, it was probably here well before my grandfather, another man I didn’t know, went to the old school house that had once sat not far from where Madison and I stood, “I’m sorry I haven’t told you before. You’re just so beautiful, and I was intimidated. I didn’t think I had a chance with someone as special as you. But, I’m here now and I was hoping that you might—consider—going out with me?”

Madison looked shocked at first, her big blue eyes opening wide, but as I continued her milk-white cheeks colored. Perfect golden hair fell in her eyes, and as usual, she used two fingers to catch it and guide it back behind her ear.

The silence drew out for several awkward seconds as she looked at me, then looked away and down, then back at me. My hopes were already falling as the silence drew out when she finally said, “I’m flattered, Charles. I really—really am. But, you see, I’m not allowed to date. Not while I’m in school. And even then, Richard Connor has already asked if I would go out with him once I graduate. So, I’m sorry Charles, but I have to turn you down.”

I stood there beneath that old oak as Madison gave me a consolatory look and then left. My heart was breaking. I felt so embarrassed. I had asked Madison to come aside, away from her friends, in front of almost all of the girls in class. Now, everyone would know before the end of school that I had asked Madison out and been rejected.

I turned towards the class and saw them all doing their own things. Sitting and talking, others were playing football, others were on the basketball courts, while still others were off in a far field playing kickball. I didn’t want to be seen, so I turned around, put the tree between me and the class, and sat down.

I didn’t really want to finish the school day. I didn’t want to see all of my classmates, or hear the whispering I imagined they would do when they heard. So, I got up and faded into the woods surrounding the school. I circled around to the parking lot and then got into the old ’49 Plymouth Coupe Deluxe I received as an inheritance from grandpa, mom’s father, when I got my license. I started the old in-line 6-cylinder engine, put the car in gear, and left.

I still had three classes left. I would probably hear about it later, but, right now, I don’t care!

——(!)——

“Son?!” Marcelle said her voice uncharacteristically high from shock as I suddenly barged in the front door.

I didn’t answer. I stomped bursa escort through the small foyer and immediately turned down the hallway to go to my room. I closed the door firmly, careful not to take out my anger on the door which had done nothing to me.

Our house was a small, simple ranch-style three-bedroom. Mom inherited it from her mom and dad after they passed. My room wasn’t very large. Only a 12 by 12-foot room. I threw my pack in its usual corner beside my desk set on the wall that my door swung open towards. Opposite my door was my closet then the room opened up and opposite my desk was my iron frame single bed with a nightstand set beneath the window.

I pressed the buttons to turn on my computer and monitor, and then took a step back and flounced onto my bed. The computer whirred to life but I ignored it and stared up at the ceiling as I thought of Madison.

——(!)——

Marcelle was busy in the kitchen washing her dildo, vibrator, and her vibrating eggs. Her belly still felt warm and tingly from the orgasm she had worked hard to give herself. It was her day off, and on those rare days when Charles was gone and she had the house all to herself, she was able to relax and pamper herself. She bathed her harem of mechanical men.

She gave them all names one evening as a joke, but then, it had stuck, and now that was how she thought of them. The dildo was HAL, the vibrator was Ed, and her vibrating egg she named Marvin. It was a personal joke for her, naming them all after early robots from films she had loved in the eighties.

HAL from Stanley Kubrick’s 2001 because that devious dildo knew just how to manipulate her. Ed the vibrator, named after Ed-209 from Robocop, because he just destroys her pussy when she needs it. And Marvin. Poor poor Marvin. He was named after Marvin the Paranoid Android from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy because sometimes she would slip it inside when she felt particularly naughty and go to work. The result was an amazing work day but she was also paranoid the entire time that her co-workers could hear it doing its thing, making her feel good, giving her one climax after another all day long, inside her.

She was smiling at the thought when the front door suddenly opened, scaring the shit out of her so badly that she nearly jumped out of her skin. She dropped Marvin back into the sink and searched frantically for a dish towel to throw over her boys as she called out, “Son?!”

No answer came back, but she did hear him stomp inside, shut the door, and then stomp down the hall to his room and close his door just shy of slamming it. She hissed as she exhaled, and stood there in front of the sink shaking as her heart tried to beat its way out of her chest as adrenaline pumped through her body.

With shaky hands, she picked Marvin up and finished cleaning him. She dried him off and then gathered up her boys and took them back to her room. It was hard enough raising a boy all alone and keeping him respectful, she didn’t need him finding her stash of sex toys and thinking her a pervert.

Kids never understood that sort of stuff. That adults needed, well, she needed her pampering. Her alone time. Especially with how oversexed she was. She had to have some sort of release or she was going to explode!

She made her way to her room and secured her boys in their drawer beneath her panties, and then she thought about her son. Looking over at her bedside alarm clock she saw that it was still several hours before school let out. That shocked her. Charles had never skipped classes before. He was the best kid she could have asked for. So, why did he skip school and come home?

——(!)——

I was still laying on my bed when a soft knock came on my door.

“Charles? Son? I’m coming in,” Marcelle said softly as she pushed the door open.

She stood there for a moment, assessing me and my room. Other than Madison, mom was perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever known. It was funny how similar they were while at the same time being so different. Madison’s hair was a brilliant golden blonde while moms was a shimmering silver. Mom never discussed it, but her hair had been brown. Sometime before my birth, something happened and her hair went completely silver prematurely. She still looks amazing though.

Madison’s eyes are blue while mom’s are a dark earthy brown. Madison’s skin is milk-white while mom’s is olive. Madison has very elfin features in the way her face is shaped. A sharp ski-slope nose that turns up. A sharp square jaw. Pronounced cheekbones a little broader than her jaw. Nicely arched eyebrows. Ears that almost came to little points, like elf ears. And a plump, very kissable, mouth on the verge of being a little too wide and a little too plump.

Mom, on the other hand, had a very square face shape with a nicely cut jawline. Very prominent apple cheekbones. Elegantly arched silver eyebrows. Silver eyelashes that were impossibly long and thick framing big brown eyes. A bursa escort bayan soft, slightly arcing aquiline nose with the columella turned up making her nose appear dainty and feminine instead of prominent. And then there was mom’s mouth. My god, there was no other woman on earth with a mouth as lusciously beautiful as hers. It was ripe and full. Both lips. Top and bottom. Her mouth was wide and seductive and prominent. Though similar in shape and fullness I personally thought they put Angelina Julie’s mouth to shame, but then, I’m biased.

From there, Madison had smaller breasts, though from what little I’ve seen they were perfect Bs. Mom, on the other hand, I had access to her laundry, and so, know for a fact that she is a 36D. She also one summer decided to make herself her own summer dress from a pattern and made me take her measurements. She had a slim, though rectangular-shaped, 26-inch waist which made her an incredible sight from the profile, but from the front, it made her waist seem only a few inches slimmer than her chest. And then there are her hips and ass. And well, fuck! They are broad and shapely, 44 inches of muscle, bone, flawless olive skin, and fat. A perfect mixture to make wide hips, a femininely curvy belly, and a gently arched back that slopes out to large capital-C ass-cheeks that just won’t quit.

She is that beautiful. I can’t help but see that, and I am her son!

But, as I said, they have similarities too. For one thing, they are both tall women. Well, above average at the least. Mom is 5 feet 9 inches tall, and Madison is 5 feet 11. Being taller means that they’re no lightweights either, both of them being 150 pounds even though mom is shorter and thicker and Madison taller and slimmer. Well, actually, that’s really the only thing similar about them. I guess it’s just something about the way they move that reminds me of one or the other.

“Son, what’s wrong?” Marcelle asked in a low soothing voice. The one I know so well, that means she knows I’m hurting and she has come to soothe it and make it all better.

I didn’t answer immediately so she continued, “I know something’s wrong, son. It’s not like you to skip school. So, something must have happened. Talk to me, son. Let mommy take all your pain away.”

“I…” I started to say, I almost told her everything, but then thought better of it. It was still raw and I still felt so embarrassed. The last thing I wanted was to humiliate myself in front of my mother as well. So I said, “I’m not ready to talk about it yet.”

Marcelle took my denial better than I thought she would. She just nodded her head and then sat on the bed beside me. She looked down at me in that motherly appraising way, from my hair to my face. She spent a lot of time looking at my face for some reason, and always with a sad look of remembrance. Then she moved down to my athletically broad shoulders, chest, arms, and then my abdomen where my hands rested with fingers interlaced.

She placed her hands on mine and felt the slow rhythm of my breathing before she finally looked up and said, “I understand, just promise me that you will tell me what’s going on before I go to bed.”

“Okay,” I replied.

“Okay then,” She said, then looked over to the other side of the bed, the open space between me and the wall, and asked, “Do you mind if I lay beside you and cuddle? It’s been a while since I’ve gotten a good cuddle from my boy.”

“Sure,” I said affably.

Mom is a cuddler. She always has been. We cuddled all the time as I was growing up. Cold winter days and snow days were the best. But even without a weather event, sometimes we cuddled up and watched movies, read books, or listened to them, or sometimes, like now, we just cuddled up and enjoyed each other’s company in silence.

Marcelle got up to crawl on top of the bed and I raised my arm so that as she laid down beside me I put my arm and shoulder under her head. She cuddled up, spooning me as I lowered my hand down her back and idly caressed her lower back. She pressed her large plump breasts against my side, tossed her leg across my leg closest to her, and rested her arm and hand on my chest and abdomen.

It was mom’s day off so that meant that I could feel her body against mine almost as if she were naked. She wasn’t though. Thank god! That would really be weird!

No, instead she wore a black silk nightgown. This one showed a lot of her magnificent cleavage which I tried not to ogle. Tried being the operative word there. I ogled them hard as she squeezed in closer and closer and they seemed to bulge further and further out of her top. I felt guilty naturally. After all, I’m her son! I should not be ogling my mother’s breasts. It was not right. It was not healthy. So, I tried to imagine that mom, and her breasts, were Madison.

That made it better!

This nightgown also had a high slit on one side that came up all the way to her waist. This usually wasn’t a problem. She didn’t usually cuddle me in escort bursa this nightgown. But this time she was, and the slit was on the side that was up and now completely exposed her entire leg, thigh, and buttock to me with her leg thrown over me as it was!

Mom was in a rare mood today. She didn’t usually expose herself like this. And if she did, she always apologized and tried to right her clothes. Not today though.

“Is everything alright with you mom?” I asked, sensing that she was not fine.

“Yeah,” She answered, her voice vibrating my chest.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah,” She said, “I kind of feel like you, I don’t want to talk about it. Not yet.”

I tightened my arm around her shoulders and favored her with extra caresses across her lower back that ranged down to her broad hip and across the tops of her lush ass-cheeks before I ran my fingers up her spine.

Mom was by no means slim or willowy. She wasn’t petite, and I liked her that way. She was thick and broad, and plump in all the ways a man wants a woman to be. She was the kind of woman I hoped to one day marry. Madison had been very much like that, but of course younger and slimmer though still thick in every way I liked.

So, we lay there snuggled up together all afternoon.

——(!)——

We must have dozed off because I found myself waking up with mom still curled up beside me. Somehow my hand was right in the small of her waist. I looked over groggily to find that my alarm clock read 4:30 pm. Mom and I had slept most of the afternoon away.

Looking down at mom, her beautiful silver hair blocked almost all of the view of her face, but I could hear her slow deep draw of breath. She was still asleep. Below her head her shoulders were hunched, her free arm curled on my chest, pressing her pillowy breasts hard against me but also blocking any view of them. Her free hand clasped my hand while her other hand was in my hair.

“Mom,” I whispered as I gave her a very mild shake at her waist.

She moaned softly and then, unbelievably, somehow managed to turn into me more! Her knee came up and her thigh rubbed against my crotch. Which, I found to my horror, was as hard as an old oak root!

“Mom!” I said again, this time with a little more panic at the edges of my voice.

She moaned again but didn’t wake up. Man! She was really out of it today!

Then, mom turned her head into the crook of my neck. I could feel her breath on my skin. She snuggled in closer, and started kissing my neck!

My breath caught in my throat. I—I didn’t know what to do!

Mom’s lips on my skin, they were so incredibly soft. It was like. She was breathing on me. Her lips barely touched. Barely caressed. It felt like she was nibbling. Or, whispering so softly I couldn’t hear.

She moved her thigh again and somehow turned her knee in so that her leg was rubbing against my dick.

“Mom!” I squealed, again softly. Part of me wanted her to wake up and stop, part of me loved what was happening, and yet, another part felt so incredibly guilty for enjoying what MY mother was doing to me in her sleep!

The definition of conflicted really didn’t feel like it did my feelings justice at the moment.

Her leg rubbed up and down a few times and then, to my surprise, she suddenly moved her thigh down and settled down. She even quit kissing my neck.

I tried to catch my breath and calm down. Mostly calm my dick down by repeating in my head that this was my mother. Strangely, for some reason, it wasn’t working. I was so engorged that it was becoming uncomfortable. I had to rearrange my junk. Oh god, please don’t let her wake up while I am manhandling my stuff!

I worked my hand out of hers, and I slowly, gently, moved my hand down to my pants and unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. I was just about to dive in when mom moaned loudly, almost like a feral cat. We had a few of those around the neighborhood along with a crazy cat lady.

Anyway, I froze as soon as she made this moan/purr/growl noise, and prayed again that she does not wake up. She didn’t. Instead, she started kissing my neck again. This time more aggressively. Licking. Nibbling. Biting. Sucking. She worked her way up to the corner of my jaw just below my ear and she started sucking!

That was why I was caught so completely off guard when her free hand, the hand I released so that I could rearrange my junk, suddenly snaked its way into my underwear and grabbed my dick!

She grabbed it right at the base. At the moment it was pointing down my pants leg. I’m not one to brag, but, well, I am pretty well endowed. She grabbed me and wrapped her fingers around it like it was the hilt of a sword. She squeezed me hard and my dick responded by throbbing in her hand and expanding. Slowly, she rubbed down my length all the way to the bell flanges of my circumcised, mushroom-shaped head, and then she pulled back up to the base.

Mom kissed and sucked on my neck and jaw as her hand slowly frigged my dick up and frogged. Now, I must say, I might be well hung, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am still a virgin. I was already aroused. For one reason or another. And now, I had a woman’s hand fucking my dick!

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It is recommended to read the first four parts of the FSB series, all of which are true.

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About a year after the incestuous hookup I unwittingly stumbled into, I was happily engaged to Tracy, and had put the swinger life behind me. This particular summer weekend had Tracy visiting her parents. My plan was to follow a buddy, who played in a mediocre rock cover band, north of the city to his daytime gig at a county fair.

I arrived at the fair at about 2 p.m. and watched Steve and his band entertain a crowd of a couple of hundred people. Only marginally interested in the music, I took to people watching, which was great on this hot, sunny day. Then, just as I was about to leave and head back to the city, I saw them. Keely, and her daughter, Maddie. Just as I was about to head for the exit, Keely turned and saw me, smiled and gave a little wave. I waved back and she motioned Maddie to follow her.

As they came up to me, Keely still smiling, Maddie saw me, and her demeanor immediately changed to one of discomfort. “Hi,” Keely said.” “How are you; you remember, Maddie. “Hi,” mumbled Maddie. “Mom, I’m going to get a water,” she said, as she made a quick getaway. As she walked away, I noticed that, while still petite, Maddie, 19, had gone from cute to stunning. Her face was prettier, her haircut sexier, and her ass and legs were no longer super skinny, they filled out her short shorts perfectly.

“What brings you here,” said Keely. “Oh, just checking out a friend’s band.” Keely 47, a 5’5 blonde, once slim, and then thicker, had lost about 15 pounds and was now right in her sweet spot. She had amazing legs and a tight ass, a small but firm chest and great abs that showed under her cropped top. Her hair was still long and straight, and her face had softened.

We chatted about our lives. She was still single. I told her I was engaged and happy. She said that Maddie had her first serious boyfriend and they were attached at the hip. I asked her if there was any fallout from our previous romp. She said that no one ever spoke of it and that Maddie refused to talk about it when she tried to bring it up weeks later. “Well,” I said, “that was a pretty heavy night for all of us.” “No doubt,” she said.

At that moment, Maddie walked up, still ambivalent. “I’m ready to go mom.” “Okay,” Keely said. “It was nice seeing you again.” “You, too,” I said, as the two girls walked toward the parking lot.

As I turned back toward the band, I heard, “hey, do want to get some lunch with us? It was Keely. Maddie made no attempt to cover up a slight eye roll. “Uh, sure?” I said. “No really,” she said, we would love to have you. Wouldn’t we, Maddyie” “Sure,” Maddie said unconvincingly.

I followed them to a local bar and grill, where we all ordered burgers and beers. (Apparently Keely knew the owner, so Maddie was served.) We ate and drank and talked for at least 90 minutes. By now the drinks were going down fast, with all of us having four or five beers. Needless to say a 105 pound Maddy had loosened up and was about one drink away from being overserved. The alcohol had also completely changed her tune. Now she was not only engaging and funny, she was touching my leg while making each point during the conversation.

“Hey, we have a new sofa sitting in our bursa escort garage that we can’t lift to move into the living room,” said Maddie. “Do you think you could help us? “Maddie, our friend is probably needing to get home,” said Keely, winking at me.

“I have some time,” I said.

I paid the bill, waited for the girls and ordered an Uber, leaving our cars at the bar. They lived less than a mile away, and the house was small, but nice. I grabbed my backpack, followed them into the house and the ‘couch move’ seemed to be forgotten. Keely went into the kitchen for drinks, while Maddie sat down next to me on the couch. “I hear you have a girlfriend,” she said, sidling up against me and running her hand along my thigh. “Does she kiss like this?” she said as as her lips touched mine lightly, her tongue slipping slowly into my mouth. Now she climbed onto my lap, slowly grinding her jean shorts into my growing cock as she kissed me, running her hands through the back of my hair. Still a bit drunk I turned sideways and laid on my back. Now she was on her knees on the floor, kissing me like I had never been kissed before.

We continued to make out, her beautiful face making me ever-harder. As her tongue continued to explore my mouth, I felt her deftly unzip my shorts and release my hard cock. Now both of her hands were in my hair, and I realized that it wasn’t Maddie with my cock in her hand. At the same moment that I knew it was Keely, I felt a mouth cover my entire shaft. “Suck his cock, mom,” said Maddie as she pulled away and looked down at her mother. I looked down, too, and watched the sexy blonde roll her tongue around the head of my dick while looking me straight in the eye.

Now Maddie was down there with her, jerking my shaft while Keely sucked on the head. I watched them take turns sucking me, and then, with Maddie sucking me and Keely jerking me, Keely went in for a lick, her tongue slowly licking me and then licking Maddy’s lips. Now they were both jerking me, their tongues slowly melting together, then flickering together in fast motion.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I said.

We all stood up quickly without a word, and walked straight into Keely’s bedroom.

As the three of us entered the bedroom, Keely pulled off her shorts, crawled onto the bed, with Maddie following right behind her. I pulled off my shirt, dropped my pants and buried my face in Maddie’s ass, as she took her mothers feet in her hands and then into her mouth. Keely threw her head back and moaned as Maddie sucked on her toes, my tongue up Maddie’s pussy and my nose up her ass.

“Jesus, what is happening?” a male voice barked out.

The three of us simultaneously jumped up. Maddie, grinning ear to ear, looked up at the tall dark haired kid looming over us.

“I thought you might want to get in on this Justin,” Maddie said.

“Are you kidding me, Maddie? said Keely.

“She texted me and asked me to come over ma’am,” said Justin, why are you with this guy, Madd?”

“I tell Justin everything, mom. He said he would be into the two of us.”

She clearly, however; did not tell him about me.

“I’m not doing this with him here,” said Justin, waving in my direction. Now Keely was off the bed and had a hold of his ear. “Oww!” he cried bursa escort bayan out. “You will do what you’re told or I’m going to your parents,” she said. “Alright! Justin said.

Now Keely and Maddie were yanking off the kid’s clothes. I found out later he was 24, a grad student who had been dating Maddie for several months. He was ruggedly good looking and probably 6’2, 220, a big contrast next to tiny Maddie.

I watched in awe as the two girls took turns sucking the young guy’s huge cock, the kid mesmerized as he watched his girlfriend and her hot mom polish his knob, while they made out with each other.

Now the girls both got up on the bed next to each other on all fours. They continued to tangle their tongues, while I got up behind Keely, took her hips in my hands and slid my fully erect cock into her tight, wet pussy. As I hammered her from behind, Justin tentatively climbed up next to me and began working his monster cock into Maddie’s tiny slit. “Fuck, Justin, get it in there, baby.”

Now we had both girls moaning and throwing down the dirty talk. “Fuck her, Justin. Fuck my baby’s tight little hole!” “Yeah, fuck it J! Spank my ass!”

After a good 10 minutes of hard fucking, Keely pulled away from me and flipped over onto her back, scooting her ass into position so that Maddie could go down on her. Now Justin was smiling as he fucked his girlfriend doggy while she licked her mother’s creamy hole.

“Lick my pussy, Justin,” barked Keely. Justin, clearly waiting for this moment, immediately shoved his girlfriend aside, and got between Keely’s legs, taking her clit between his lips.

“Yeah, eat her out,” yelled Maddie.

The two of us, now fully in watching mode, looked on as the kid wrapped his arms around Keely’s amazing legs with is mouth fully over her entire whole.

Now Keely’s eyes were locked on me.

“Fuck him in the ass,” she said evenly. The kid started to rear back in protest but Keely clapped her thighs over his ears, pointed her sexy toes and pushed his shoulders down harder into her pussy.

“You said you would do it Justin. If you back out now I’ll never fuck you again,” said Maddie.

Maddie reached out for my hand, and as always, I submitted to these beautiful women. I walked on my knees up behind Justin, put one hand on the small of his back, and grabbed my hardening cock. “Put it in for me, Maddie,” I said.

Maddie moved in close, put her hand behind my neck, and slipped her soft tongue into my mouth. I could feel my cock grow as we kissed, the tip grazing the crack of Justin’s ass. Now she moved her cute bobbed head nearer the target, spit on her boyfriend’s asshole, took my cock in her tiny hand, and slapped it hard on his crack. Then she lined it up to his hole and I thrust my hips forward, amazing, sliding my entire shaft in to the hilt in one try.

“Oh, fuck! Justin cried out as he practically bit down on Keely’s snatch. “Fuck him in the ass,” Keely cried. “Yeah, fuck it,” said Maddie. “Fuck him up his ass!”

Maddie put her right hand on my ass and as I continued to fuck her boyfriend, I reached over to her and we continued our make out session.

Now Keely slid away from Justin and sat crosslegged. “I have another plan,” she said. “Maddie, pull it out.”

Now escort bursa Maddie pulled my cock out and Justin rolled over onto his back. Still horny, he put his hand on his cock and began jerking it.

“Looks like he needs some help, Maddie,” said Keely. “Maybe our friend can help?”

“I’m sure he can,” Maddie said with a grin.

With both girls smiling at me, I sat back, gobsmacked. “What are you talking about?” I said.

“We want you to finish off Justin,” Maddie said. “We demand it,” Keely said.

“Uh, I don’t know.”

I thought about all of the years I had hooked up with Keely and Brian. Remembering the time at the orgy that she first demanded that I fuck her then-husband in the ass. Then all of the times I had fucked his ass again. But in all of these bi encounters I had never thought about sucking cock. But like at the orgy years ago, pleasing a beautiful woman made me feel game for anything.

“Do it for ME,” said Maddie, as she kissed me deep. “And for ME,” said Keely as she crawled over and embraced the two of us, triple kissing us.

I looked down at Justin, who was watching us and jerking his giant staff. Without a word, I crawled up to his head, threw one leg over his face and laid on top of him. He grabbed my cock, put it in his mouth and I began buck my hips.

Now, with his cock right before me, I took it in my hand, jerked it a few times and felt it grow to maximum hardness in my right hand.

As I continued to fuck his face I began to lick his cock. Salty and a bit spermy tasting, I opened my mouth and took him as deep as I could.

Now he was jerking and sucking me as I moved my mouth up and down his huge manhood. I liked it. I liked it a lot. My plan was to suck this kid’s big cock for a long time and then let the girls get him off. But he had other plans.

As my head went down and then slowly back up, I felt him tense up and he began blowing his load in my mouth. I started to retreat, but Keely reached over and held my head down. Now I was practically choking on his thick hot load, some of it seeping down my throat, some of it filling my mouth, and some pouring between my lips tightened around his cock.

Now I began bobbing, enjoying making him finish. As he finally relaxed, I held his cum in my mouth as I pulled his cock out from between my lips, as both girls came in for a triple cum swap. As they began kissing me — and each other — I realized that I was still horny as hell.

Now it was my turn, I pushed Maddie on her back, half picked up Keely and dropped her in a 69 over her daughter.

The two girls proceeded to lick Justin’s huge load into each other’s wet cunts. Now I got up on my knees and slid my stiff cock straight up Keely’s ass, right above Maddie tonguing her pussy.

“Fuck her ass,” Maddie cried out, as Keely let out a satisfied moan. Over the course of less than a minute I banged Keely’s fine tight ass, just as Justin crawled next to us to watch.

The crazy scene was too much for me.

“I cumming,” I cried out.

Justin reached down, pulled my cock from Keely’s ass, and began jerking it. After a couple of dozen fast strokes of his hand, I opened up like a firehouse, letting Justin aim it at Keely, covering her ass, back, and hair — and Maddie’s face — with thick white spunk.

Justin then proceeded to lick most of it up, sharing my cum, and his, with Maddie in a superhot cum kiss.

As I backed away, Keely, still in a 69 position over her daughter, looked back at me and winked.

So much for my friend’s band.

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Bred by the Hive Chapter 48

By Gary LM Martin

Major Samantha Arden of the United Survey Service is a senior official in HomePlanet Security and is a very skilled ESPer, which makes her a prime target for the Hive. She has a strained marriage with her husband Gavin and is secretly in love with her superior officer, Colonel Jack Sullivan. All that changes as Sam gets taken by the Hive.

Carla’s perspective had changed. She had started out wanting to protect her children from the Hive. Now that her sister Sam had brought her into the Hive, trained her, and brought her rider to maturity, Carla saw joining the Hive as a normal part of reaching female sexual maturity. It was a special gift, a necessary gift, a rite of puberty that she wanted to share with the girls. And more than that, Carla realized that she was sexually attracted to her daughters. Sam had sexually awakened her body, and Carla realized that she wanted to share that level of closeness, of intimacy, with her daughters. But she realized the girls wouldn’t accept overtures from her, not until they had joined the Hive. And so Carla realized there was an even more compelling reason to bring the girls into the Hive: so Carla could have sex with both her daughters.

The girls were masturbating all the time now. They would openly walk around the house with their hands in their pants. They couldn’t help it. Whatever Carla put into their food was stimulating them unmercifully. Sometimes Carla would catch them at it.

Abby, the older sister at 19, reddened the first time Carla caught her rubbing herself with her hands in her pants. She quickly pulled her hand out and blushed furiously, turning away.

Another time Carla came into the living room one evening to find her 18 year old daughter Charlotte, with her hands deep in her panties, rubbing away. Her face burned red as she quickly pulled her hand out of her pants. “I’m sorry Mom, I just can’t help it!,” said Charlotte.

Carla grabbed and hugged her dear one. “Don’t be ashamed, dear. It’s just a natural biological function,” she said. She stiffened as she said it. For a moment, she sounded like Sam.

“Really?” said Charlotte.

“Of course,” said Carla, holding her hand. The hand that had just been… “You’re just reaching sexual maturity. It’s quite normal, nothing to be ashamed about. Don’t be ashamed to do it around the house… it’s completely normal. No one will judge you, dear.”

“All… all right, Mom,” said Charlotte, looking a bit uncertain.

*********

The next day Carla walked by the children’s bathroom. She heard sounds of someone taking a shower, but the door to the bathroom was open, which was odd.

When Carla walked into the bathroom she saw her young one Charlotte in the shower. But Charlotte was not exactly bathing. Charlotte’s back was pressed against the wall of the shower, her teeth gritted and her eyes tightly closed. She was biting her lip and her face was tense as she rubbed herself between her legs. Water splayed over her breasts and stomach and groin as she rocked back and forth ever so slightly. Carla could see that Charlotte’s legs were taut as she fingered herself frantically.

“Ah… ah….” She said, her eyes closed, her teeth gritted. And then, suddenly, she opened her eyes. She saw her mother staring at her. But she was too close to her climax. She couldn’t stop. “Ah… ah… ahhhhhh…..” she said, staring straight at Carla. “Aaaaaahh,” Charlotte cried, as her body heaved slightly. Her tense muscles relaxed, and a gentle smile broke out across her young face.

She blinked as she suddenly realized what she had been doing and who she had been doing it in front of. Reddening, she turned away.

Carla walked on, feeling excited but also concerned. The memory of what she had just seen haunted her. The girls were being tormented by this drug. She sensed it was nearly time to put an end to their agony. But did Carla have the courage to do it?

She had to. She had to do it for Michael.

Carla waited until Abby came home from shopping and both the girls were home. When the door slammed and Abby walked in, Carla knew it was time. Abby was already rubbing herself through her pants, desperate for relief, even as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

Carla busied herself for a few minutes and then went in search of her darling daughters.

Both Abby and Charlotte were in Abby’s bedroom. Both had their hands in their pants, frantically trying to bring themselves relief. When they saw Carla, they rapidly pulled their hands out of their pants, though Charlotte was noticeably slower than her sister.

“It’s all right, dears. I know what you’re going through,” said Carla, closing the door behind her. She started to remove her clothing.

“You do?” said Abby.

“Um hm,” said Carla. She took off her shirt, and started working on her bra. The clasp came free and her breasts came spilling out in bursa escort front of her children. She smiled as she saw Charlotte’s eyes go wide. She started working on her pants.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Abby asked.

“Taking off my clothes, dear. You’ve seen me naked before,” said Carla calmly. It was true and untrue. The girls had seen their mother naked before, but always in passing as she was coming to and from the shower. Never… never like this.

Carla proudly took off her pants and then her panties in front of her stunned children. At that moment she felt so grateful to the Hive, grateful that it had given her the courage to expose her raw sexuality to her darling daughters like this. She proudly rubbed a hand through her pubic hair as if to make a point.

“Mom!” Abby cried, as if she had been stuck with a pin. “What are you doing?”

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, dear. We’re all girls here, aren’t we?” Carla asked. She saw Charlotte nod slightly. Good. “I know the problems you’ve been having.”

“You… you do?” said Abby.

“Yes,” said Carla. “And I can help. But first you have to take off your clothes.”

Abby looked doubtfully, first at her mother and then Charlotte. Carla looked at her youngest. Come on, Charlotte, you can do it!

Charlotte took the first step, pulling her shirt over her head. Her sister followed.

The girls undressed. Carla hadn’t seen them in the nude for years, not since they had been children. She was delighted to see that Charlotte’s body was sexually mature, even if her breasts were still small. She would be a productive asset for the Hive, Carla reflected.

Abby would be a tougher sell. Her older daughter stood there in her bra and panties even as her youngest one bared her breasts and pubis proudly. “Come on, Abby, take it all off,” said Carla, trying to keep the yearning out of her voice. “Don’t be shy.”

Abby reluctantly looked from her mother to her sister and then started on her bra strap. Abby had matured much more than her sister, and was well on her way to having the big, rich breasts that her mother enjoyed. Between her legs her pubic hair was the same color as her father’s. Her father, who was now serving the Hive. As the children would soon be. Carla felt a tingling in her clitoris and shuddered.

“Very good, dears,” said Carla, in a firm, mature voice. She sat down on Abby’s bed, and patted the spaces next to her. The girls sat down by her, one on each side. Carla felt enormous power as she got her girls to obey her in this small, simple step. It was only the first of many,

“What you’re going through is perfectly natural, my sweet ones,” said Carla, giving a patronizing, mature smile to each of her nude adult daughters. How she yearned to make love to them!

“It is?” said Charlotte. “I’ve never felt the urge this strong before.”

“Neither have I,” said Abby.

“Of course not. It’s because you’re both on the verge of becoming women,” said Carla, giving a sad smile. She looked at Abby’s breasts. She would enjoy feeling them pressed against her, once Abby joined the Hive. “It’s just the final stages of puberty.”

“It is, Mom?” Charlotte asked.

Carla smiled as she stared at Charlotte’s blonde pubic triangle. She couldn’t wait to eat her youngest daughter out. “Um hm. But I can help you girls get through it.”

“How?”

“Watch carefully.”

Here goes….

Carla felt her rider whisper something in her mind. She took a deep breath, and spread her vaginal lips. Then she felt a suddenly surge of doubt.

This is wrong! I shouldn’t be doing this with my children!

It’s perfectly fine. You’re just demonstration a natural biological function.

Carla sat up straighter and nodded to herself. Then she started rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion. Suddenly, she realized she was freely masturbating in front of her daughters. She saw the girls giving her wide eyed looks. She smiled as she thought she saw Charlotte lick her lips. “Do you see how I rub it this way? You can do it too-“

Even before the words were out of her mouth, both Abby and Charlotte were rubbing their own clits. They had to. The drugs in their system were driving them over the top with sexual desire, night and day. Within seconds all three girls were diddling themselves… right in front of their mother. A layer of shame had been stripped from them, replaced by a layer of intimacy.

Carla looked at her youngest rubbing her clit inside her vaginal folds and smiled. The sight of Charlotte touching herself, pleasuring herself, gave her a strong stirring between her own legs. Soon she would be having Charlotte. Soon she would be having both her daughters. Sam had promised her.

“Mom, am I… am I doing this right?” Charlotte asked.

Carla felt her nipples get hard as she watched Charlotte diddle her clit. “You’re doing well, dear, but you have to start with more wider swipe-like motions, like this.” bursa escort bayan The girls watched as Carla’s hand worked over her own clitoris.

Abby and Charlotte attempted to replicate their mother’s moves. “The trick is not to rub it too hard or too strongly, not until you’re about to come. And by all means, avoid the tip, that’s the most sensitive part.”

“Why would we want to do that?” Charlotte asked, as she touched herself.

Carla smiled. “If you start by rubbing your clitoral hood, it can prolong your orgasm for a long time, dear.” She watched as her girls masturbated themselves. “You can also try fondling your labia and your breasts with your free hand, like this.” She stroked herself.

She watched Abby imitate her moves. Her elder daughter looked positively hot as she used one hand to stroke her clitoris, and the other to run a delicate finger along her labial lips. She gasped. “Am I… am I doing this right, Mom?” Abby asked.

“I believe you are, dear. You’re a natural!” said Carla encouragingly. She was delighted when her daughter smiled back at her, for the first time since she had started masturbating in front of her mother.

Charlotte, however, was having some trouble… or at least, she claimed to. “I’m not feeling it like I used to, Mom,” she said.

“Try rubbing in a more circular motion, like this.”

Charlotte tried, but ended up frowning even more.”Can you show me, Mom?”

Oh, how I would love to show you, dear! But instead, Carla put her hand over Charlotte’s and slowly guided it, using it to move it in a wider circle around Charlotte’s clitoris. Charlotte started to take deep breaths of air which told Carla that it was working. “See? Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Yeah, it does, Mom,” Charlotte sighed. She smiled as her mother guided her hand over her most intimate sexual organ. “Mom, you’re so good at this. But… is it really all right that we’re doing this… together?” Charlotte asked anxiously.

“Of course. We’re all women here. I’m just teaching you how to use your bodies. It’s all perfectly natural,” said Carla with a reassuring smile, as she continued to guide Charlotte’s hand while she pleasured herself. She was helping her girls masturbate! Carla silently thanked the Hive for this gift of intimacy with her loved ones. Charlotte in particular looked so beautiful as she fondled herself inside her labia. She had the most angelic smile on her face as she fondled herself, which she sometimes turned on her mother.

At first the girls were staring off into space as they fondled themselves, but over time they regained focus, and gradually they started looking into their mother’s eyes, and she in theirs. A connection started to form between them, a new kind of connection, one not rooted in the mother daughter relationship, but rather in the perfectly natural relationship between three sexually mature females, one who was an avid member of the Hive, and two more who were on the verge of joining.

********

Family relations started to subtly change in the Farley household. With Michael gone, and Carla’s son Stuart traveling on vacation, it was only the females at home, which was a good thing, as the Hive was readjusting the relations between mother and daughters. After their first joint masturbating session, Abby and Charlotte started walking around the house wearing only their panties. They even masturbated in front of their mother. Carla would sit with them in the living room and join in as they pleasured themselves, morning, day, and night. They couldn’t seem to get enough of it.

Carla was glad that the girls were finally getting pleasure, but she felt a bit guilty because she was the cause of their desire. Carla continued to give them the drug that Sam had given her. She had no choice; the Hive required it. She looked at her back in the mirror, and saw the faint beginnings of a second band. Soon the Hive would control her completely.

As days passed, relations between Carla and her girls began to change in other ways, especially Carla’s relationship with Charlotte. The following morning Charlotte, only dressed in panties, kissed her mother good morning. “Good morning, Mother,” said Charlotte, in a musical voice, as she pressed her lips against her mother.

But Charlotte’s kiss was not the kiss of a daughter. Charlotte grinded her lips against her mother. Carla stifled a groan as she responded. She felt Charlotte’s small titties pressing against her chest.

When Charlotte pulled back, it was Carla who reddened. “That was some good morning,” she said.

“Yes, it was, Mother,” said Charlotte unabashedly, in the same sing-song voice.

She’s attracted to me! My own daughter is attracted to me! Carla thought. And Charlotte hadn’t even joined the Hive yet.

The girls continued to masturbate freely. Carla no longer participated; her rider told her that she had done all she needed to do, at this stage. Much as she would escort bursa have liked to have joined the girls, she felt she needed a pretext to do so, and felt chagrined that she didn’t have one.

But then, two days after their initial breakthrough, Carla passed by the living room. The girls were completely nude, rubbing away. Abby had a self indulgent smile as she rubbed her pubic folds. She was facing her sister but she was staring at the far wall, her mind miles away. Charlotte, however, was much more self aware, and noticed her mother walking by.

“Mom! What are you doing?”

“I… just doing some cleaning, dear.”

“Why don’t you come sit with us?” said Charlotte. She masturbated shamelessly even as she spoke to her mother. It was clear that she meant more than just sit.

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Carla. I mustn’t look too eager.

“Please, Mom. We’d love your company, wouldn’t we, sis?”

“Sure,” said Abby, giving an easy smile as her fingers were embedded inside her vulva. Abby’s labial lips were much thicker than her sister’s, more like her Aunt Sam’s.

Carla hesitantly came to the couch.

“Sit next to me, Mom,” said Charlotte, patting the seat as her mother had just two days earlier. Which seemed like a lifetime ago.

Carla sat down next to Charlotte.

“Oh, Mom, this feels so good,” said Charlotte, as her busy fingers moved within her vaginal folds.

“I’m glad, dear,” said Carla, licking her lips.

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes?” Charlotte asked.

“Me?” said Carla.

“Yeah, Mom. Why don’t you join us?” said Abby.

Carla looked from one daughter to another and realized she couldn’t refuse. She felt her pulse pounding as she slowly took off her clothes. She was careful to keep her back to the children so they wouldn’t see her rider. Not yet, not yet, a whisper told her in her mind.

Soon she was as nude as they were. Charlotte looked at her mother expectantly. “Go on, Mom. Or would you like me to help you?” She gave her mother a new, mocking look that sent a thrill down Carla’s spine.

Carla tentatively started to touch herself. Soon all three of the Farley girls were masturbating together again, Mother and daughters. Carla felt another thrill when Charlotte touched her arm. “I love doing this with you, Mom.”

“I love doing this with you too,” said Carla.

********

After that, Carla joined the girls’ masturbating session at least once a day. The drug made the girls masturbate all throughout the day, and Carla found that Charlotte whined and complained if she didn’t join them for at least an hour or two. She would sit there, fondling herself while she smiled at her girls and talked with them. She found that the bond of intimacy between them was getting stronger and stronger. And as it did, the girls became freer and freer in what they said.

“Your pussy is so pretty, Mom,” Charlotte finally said one day.

Carla reddened, even as she continued to fondle herself. “Thank you, dear.”

Charlotte licked her lips as she looked between her mother’s legs. “It’s so hairy and your vag is so fleshy… will mine get like that?”

Carla looked down at her thick triangular pubic growth. She suddenly realized how much her daughter was attracted to her. “Of course it will. You’re still a developing young woman.” Carla felt a tingle in her clitoris not produced by her own fingertips, the tingle of feeling her daughter showing signs of attraction for her.

It’s working. Soon she will be mine, something inside her told her.

At their next joint masturbating session, Charlotte took it a step further. They were sitting together, smiling at each other as they rubbed their clitorises, when suddenly Charlotte gave an exaggerated sigh and shrugged her naked shoulders. “It’s not working any more, Mom.”

“What isn’t working?”

Charlotte had her legs spread wide, her vaginal lips proudly on display as she rubbed her finger against her clitoris. “I’m… I’m not getting off like I used to. Can you… can you show me how to do it again?”

Carla smiled and moved to place her hand over Charlotte’s to demonstrate again. But Charlotte pulled her hand away, and instead put it on top of Carla’s. “Show me, Mom,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Show me how you do it.”

Carla stiffened and felt/heard her rider whispering something inaudible to her. She smiled and nodded, and felt an excited tingling in her chest. She would be touching her daughter sexually for the very first time, and they both knew it. Carla wanted to gasp with excitement but restrained herself. Her rider, pulsating on her back, gave her the confidence and calmness to proceed. Charlotte’s pussy lips were bright pink and her clitoris was soaking wet from all her stimulation. Carla gently put her fingers between her daughter’s labial lips and quickly found her clitoris. It was already hard and engorged. Carla started to rub the clitoral hood, giving glancing rubs to the tip as she moved her fingertips back and forth.

“Ah,” said Charlotte immediately. “That’s so good!” Her body started to rock back and forth slightly.

“It helps if you think about boys, boys you like, being inside you while you do it,” said Carla.

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Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years old or older.

Author’s note: To who it may concern, I know I haven’t been the best at posting Pt. 2s of my stories, and I’m sorry for that. This time I’ve tried to circumvent this habit of mine by writing out all three parts at once before posting them. I’m not sure if I’m coming back to my other stories as I’ve kind lost the inspiration for them. Maybe someday. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, cheers y’all

A familiar customer (1/3)

A single droplet of sweat ran down John’s temple as he peered into the darkness. The street in front of him was deserted and from his vantage point he could only make out a large dark mass around the next corner of the block. Only a spattering of flickering street lamps dimly illuminated the scene.

John shifted uncomfortably, he had been kneeling for the better part of half an hour and his legs were beginning to ache. The droplet ran into his eye and he tried to blink it away when suddenly he had to crouch deeper into the bush, he was hiding in. The door to the public restroom he had been watching had opened.

It was several paces from the cone of one of the lamps so he could barely make out the shape of the figure exiting. Judging by the breadth of its shoulders though John guessed it had to be a male. The guy took one step out of the doorframe, then seemed to be looking around.

Avoiding the light of the lamps he quickly walked over to the dark mass around the corner and vanished behind it. Suddenly an engine roared to life and John had to close his eyes, blinded by the glare of head lights.

When he opened them again everything just stayed black and it took him a moment to readjust to the darkness. When he finally did, he noticed the car was gone and the street was deserted once more.

John sighed and looked at his watch. It was around half past nine. He wanted to be sure before he made his move. And the rumors he had heard weren’t good enough for him. He had to know for sure.

He was about to give up and just take the bus home when he looked up and almost cried out in surprise. There she was, standing right in the middle of a cone of light, leaning against a lamp pole and slowly sucking on a cigarette. There was no doubt, he’d recognize her anywhere. After all he had known her all his life, and 18 years was a long time. To John it was, anyways.

He just stared at her from his hiding place, admiring the black skin tight dress she was wearing. It suited her. John knew she was 34 but you wouldn’t guess it by looking at her. His eyes caught on her ample cleavage and for a moment his head was empty of all thought as his blood rushed elsewhere.

After some time, the woman flicked what was now only a stump to the ground, stomped on it with bursa escort her shoe, and turned around to reenter the public bathroom. John suddenly felt giddy.

“Am I really going to do this,” he thought to himself.

Unconsciously his hand tightened around the stack of 20$ bills he had spent the whole summer earning. It didn’t help. He had no idea how much it would cost and the thought of not having enough money with him made him even more nervous. His mouth suddenly felt dry and he swallowed.

“To hell with it” he thought, “this is your chance, now move!”

His legs obeyed and he got up, slowly making his way over the street towards the door. Just like the guy, he avoided the cones of light. When he stood right in front of the entrance, he hesitated again. This was his last chance. He could still turn around and no one would ever know he had even been gone. After a moment of indecision, he steadied himself and pushed through the door.

The inside was as dingy as he remembered it from when he had been here only a few hours before to scope the place out. It was a unisex toilet. A flickering neon lamp illuminated the place with a cold light and a faint smell of cleaning agent stung his nose.

To his right two sinks, each with a small metal mirror stretched along the wall, to his left there were five stalls. The one farthest down the row was closed. John felt his heart beating in his throat, he could see her shoes beneath the walls. She was wearing black high heels which were so at odds with the place that a nervous giggle almost escaped his lips.

He swallowed again, then walked to the stall next to hers and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him. The inside was surprisingly clean, though the walls were littered with graffiti and there was a hole in the wall, leading to the stall next door. It was conveniently placed a little below the height of his waist. He was just about to open his mouth and call out to her when the glaring hole in his plan revealed itself to him.

“Shit, I can’t talk to her,” he realized, “she’ll recognize my voice instantly.” Sweat began pouring down his face again. “Fuck!” He hadn’t thought off that. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” What was he going to do?

His heart was beating very fast now, and he was sure she could hear it. He could barely make out her shuffling in the stall next door himself over the loud thumping noise in his ears.

Trying to calm himself he took a deep breath and decided “I have come this far, and I’m not going to give up now!” So, he did the only thing he could think of, and simply knocked on the wall twice.

“Well, I was worried for a moment you were here to actually do your business,” a familiar voice said from the other side of the wall. She paused or a moment, then in a coquettish tone bursa escort bayan asked “What can I do for you then?”

Hesitating for a second, John simply knocked once more.

“I see, not much of a talker, are we,” the voice asked laughingly. “Let’s keep it simple then. How about 1 knock for yes, two for no, alright?”

John knocked again and waited for a response, which promptly came.

“Great,” the voice exclaimed. He could almost see her smiling in his head. “Let’s get down to business,” the voice decided, “I’m guessing we haven’t had the pleasure yet, so I’ll keep to my standard rate. 10$ for a hand job, 20$ for a blowjob. Penetration will be 50$ and with protection only. We clear?”

John nodded, then realized she could obviously not see him, and knocked once more to signal his understanding. His heart was still pounding as he reached down into his pocket and fished out one of the bills. With a shaking hand he stuck in through the hole in the wall and after moment felt a slight tug on it, so he let it go.

“You are a young one, aren’t you,” the familiar voice asked. “This your first time? Well, no need to be nervous. I’ll take good care of you. Now, show me what you got.”

John felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his already semi erect member. He gave it two quick pumps to firm it up, but the thought of what was about to happen quickly made him rock hard. Slowly he pushed his throbbing dick through the hole, trembling with anticipation.

“Look at that. What a nice cock you have,” the voice said in a seductive tone.

John almost yelped as he felt a gentle touch on his shaft that was not his own for the first time in his life.

“And so young and big,” the voice purred, as he felt the hand slowly stroking the length of his cock.

Her grip was gentle at first, then firmed up but not uncomfortably. He twitched as he felt something wonderfully warm and soft graze the tip of his cock and let out a moan.

A small giggle echoed through the room and the voice asked “You’ve never been kissed there, have you? Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Then he felt the most incredible thing he had ever felt in his life, as his tip vanished in the warm moistness of his mother’s mouth. He could feel her lips just at the edge of his, glans wrapping around his shaft and creating a tight seal, while her tongue caressed his tip. The sensation of gentle suction was suddenly released with a pop and he heard a soft moan from the other side o the wall.

John couldn’t keep it in any longer. After all this was his mother, sucking him off. And by the sound of it she was enjoying it as much as he was. He moaned as well and laid his hands on the wall to steady his stance.

His mother giggled escort bursa again, then began to devour his cock, now more ferocious than before. John was in ecstasy, he closed his eyes and envisioned his mom’s head bobbing in front of him, up and down the length of his cock. He wished he could grab her hair and guide her pace, envisioned her looking up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desire as she pleasured her son so eagerly.

He was lost in his vision as his mom let him slip out of her mouth for a moment and began to tease his tip with her tongue, lapping and flicking at it. The sound of droplets hitting the tiled floor echoed through the room and John’s mind returned to his mom’s face, her chin covered in saliva, it slowly dripping to the floor in long strands.

Then she shoved him back into her mouth and he felt her going faster than before. He moaned again, this time loudly and her suffocated moan came in response.

Suddenly he heard a gagging sound and felt his mom push herself deep onto his cock. The tightness of her throat was exhilarating and when she moaned again, he could feel the vibration reverberating through his dick.

I was too much. He barely managed to knock once on the wall before his hands spasmed in ecstasy. She remained in position and only moments later John shot rope after rope of cum down his mother’s throat. The thought of filling his mother’s belly with his own seed made John queasy and excited at the same time and he managed to pump a few more loads out than was his usual.

When it was over, he felt his mother’s lips slip slowly along the length of his cock, almost like savoring every last taste. When they finally left him, a cough echoed through the room.

He slowly pulled his dick from the hole and looked at his member. It was thinly covered in saliva and he could barely make out the distinctive birthmark on the side of his shaft beneath the smattering of lipstick, the shade of which he knew all too well.

Suddenly, his mother said “Damn honey, that was a huge load.” Then, in a slightly mocking tone she continued “And don’t you know you are supposed to warn a lady before you come, not while you are doing so? Ah well, no matter. Now. Run along, I’m sure your mom is worried sick.”

John was still in a haze, he almost laughed out loud but managed to stop himself and packed away his cock. Zipping up his jeans he left the stall with quick steps, not wishing his mom to get a glimpse of him.

Just as he stepped into the darkness, he thought he heard the creaking of a door behind him and for a moment he was worried she’d recognize him. So, he quickly closed the door behind him, not looking back and sprinted to his bush.

It took him a moment to compute what had just conspired and realizing where he was, he wasn’t entirely sure if he hadn’t imagined everything and had snapped back just now. But when he pulled out his cock a smile spread across his face as he regarded the lipstick marks his mom had left on him.

“This is going to be the best summer ever,” he thought.

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Previous chapters found in the following:

Chapter 1-10, 20, 24: Incest/Taboo

Chapter 11, 13-15, 23: Erotic Coupling

Chapter 12, 21: Interracial Love

Chapter 16: Mature

Chapter 17-18: First Time

Chapter 19: Anal

Chapter 22: Group Sex

And we’ve arrived at the last chapter. Thanks to everyone who has followed, commented and marked any of the chapters as a favourite. I’ve had a lot of fun putting this story together and I’m always pleased if just one person likes whatever I write!

To be honest, the last chapter was what I would call the final ‘story’ chapter. This last chapter is perhaps a sort of epilogue and will be an excuse just to write a lot of sex. There will be elements of group sex (no other men than Nate), lesbianism and anal sex. If that floats your boat, great!

Though I’d had a vague idea of how I’d get the family back together, I wasn’t sure how to wrap all this up when I first start writing this however long ago it was, taking into consideration the number of lovers Nate has had during all this. Since this is all fantasy and only rarely been based on anything realistic (particularly during Book 2), I’ve gone with an ending that I hope everyone will be content with.

*****

“Oh fuck,” my little sister moaned as she sat on my face, grinding her pussy against my lips and tongue, savouring her taste as she was dripping with excitement. My eyes gazed up her lithe body, her head back as she played with her breasts.

As for my other sister, she was going wild on my cock. In the past couple of weeks since I’d returned from Russia for the final time, it felt like I’d spent most of my time naked with one of my lovers either on my cock or my face. If they were in the mood, I’d have two women at once. Adriana had only stayed for a long weekend, the other girls loving how enthusiastic a lover she was. She was still on birth control for the time being, and her whispers about loving anal sex were proven as she practically insisted on it after leaving my first load in her arse.

“Fuck,” Amy whimpered, “I missed this cock so much.”

“More than just his cock,” Katie moaned.

“I know, but the moment he slid back inside me again, my little brother…”

“He’s hardly little!” Katie giggled. I managed to smile despite my mouth being busy pleasing her hot pussy, still dripping with excitement, revelling in her taste yet again.

“Nothing about him is little except he’s younger,” Amy stated, “I can’t wait until he puts a baby in me.”

All my lovers had resumed birth control immediately. The agreement was we all wanted children but thought we should wait until Adriana lived with us permanently. Emma was going to remain Bordeaux but would likely move in with us once she was pregnant. Katie was fortunate enough to work from home so she could come and go from Berlin as she pleased, admitting that she’d end up moving in with us permanently in the end.

Katie spun around and I heard my sister’s making out, Amy riding me faster and faster until her pussy gripped my cock tightly, crying out as she enjoyed another climax. Katie climaxed at nearly the same time and rolled off my face so Amy could lean down to kiss me. “Fuck me,” she whimpered.

Grabbing her arse, I wasted no time pumping up into her, Amy’s eyes lighting up as she begged for more. Rolling her over, she spread her legs wide, grabbing a handful of my hair and kissing me hard as I fucked her hard. “Fuck your sister,” she growled, “Fill me up with your delicious cum. Katie will clean me out after while you fill her up too.”

Watching my sister’s make love was honestly one of the most beautiful things to watch. Hot, erotic, loving, passionate and something I rarely wanted to interrupt unless they want me to join in.

“Fuck,” I grunted, feeling her pussy gripping my cock tightly. “Fuck, I love your pussy, Amy.”

“Because I’m your sister?”

“That just makes it even better.”

“Your sister wants her brother to cum in her. Fill her womb with his seed and create life. She’s going to be devoted to him forever.”

Smiling, I kissed her softly. “As much as I am to you.”

“And your others, Nate. I’m finding that I already love them too.”

“Julia is so lovely,” Katie whispered, lying next to her sister, gently fondling her pussy, “And Adriana is just adorable. You have to marry her, Nate.”

I didn’t answer that until I did finally cum, Amy whimpering as she felt me shoot another enormous load inside her. We’d made love at least once a day since my return from Russia. It was almost an unspoken agreement that she and Hannah had first dibs on me though I knew I was being shared as equally as possible. Adriana would be returning in another fortnight and had already been promised a night with me alone.

Pulling out, Amy eagerly spread her legs as Katie positioned herself. “Licking your brothers cum out of your sister’s pussy, little sister,” Amy whispered, “That’s very naughty.”

Katie moaned bursa escort as I slid my cock inside her. “I love my big sister,” Katie whispered back, Amy moaning as her talented tongue got to work, “And I love the taste of our brother’s cum.” She glanced back and smiled. “Though I much prefer it when he cums in my pussy or arse. Definitely in my pussy so I feel him dripping out of me all day.”

“My little sister is a naughty little girl,” Amy giggled.

“Your little sister finally has what she really wanted, and she’s realised how attracted she is to her big sister too.”

Amy sat up and kissed her softly, Katie sitting up as I rested a hand on her shoulder, pumping her a little faster. “Fuck our little sister, Nate,” Amy stated, “I can’t wait until you put a baby in her too.”

When I did finally cum and pull out, we lay back together, a sister snuggling into either side of me. Clearing my throat, they both cuddled tighter. “I was serious, Nate,” Katie said, “About Adriana.”

“The five of us have already talked about it. Obviously not with Adriana,” Amy added, “Mum and Dad think it’s a good idea too.”

“Seriously?”

“I knew we could never marry, Nate,” Amy replied, “Before you… left, I was happy just being with you intimately and knowing we’d always be in love. Our parents had long accepted our relationship and I was happy with how things were and would always be. Katie was going to marry someone else who was just enough like you to keep her satisfied. Even over here, we can’t marry. They’ll know we’re related. Hannah is the same as me, even though you could marry her. Emma’s never been interested in marriage.”

“And Julia?” I wondered. I already knew the answer.

“She loves you so much, Nate. But she wants this too. She wants children, definitely more than one, and for you to be the father, but the moment she met Adriana the first time, she made her mind up.”

“We all absolutely love and adore Adriana,” Katie added, “And it’s actually a little scary how much she loves you, Nate. She’s ready to give up absolutely everything to be here with you, and considering how young she still is, incredibly understanding of the situation she’d be joining.”

“You don’t want anyone else, do you?” Amy asked, hearing the concern in her voice.

“I’ll be honestly surprised if this works,” I admitted, “But I give you my word that my days of sleeping with other women, other than those of you who will be here with me, is over. I still feel guilty doing it while working with the Org though Julia always accepted it, particularly if I was away for weeks or months at a time. Hell, she encouraged it at times.”

Despite the fact I wasn’t working on the frontlines, I was kept busy most days as the Director sent plenty of work to me and Julia to keep us occupied, and with all our experience, we knew my replacements in Europe appreciated any help we could give. I’d been made aware that more than once agent was now activated in Europe due to everything going on. There was one agent based back in the United Kingdom, their primary role to assist 5 and 6 regarding intelligence concerns. There was another agent based in Berlin, probably the best place to be situated being the heart of Europe nowadays.

I was told the only time I would be summoned away from Montpellier was to offer my expertise as a consultant during important operations, never to be out of the control room. I wouldn’t even need to be armed. I discussed that with my family, and after assuring them that I would never be in any real danger, they accepted that though I told the Director I would rather not be on the ground too often. I was assured that it would be a rare occurrence that I would be asked to join up.

In addition to my sisters, Hannah loved being in my presence all the time, a reminder of when we’d pretty much lived as a couple after I’d graduated to become a Royal Marine. When Katie and Emma weren’t there, if it wasn’t Amy grabbing my attention, it was Hannah. Both were a little older now, a little curvier, which I absolutely loved, and both were still absolute sexpots.

Hannah had always been more open-minded than Amy, at least during that first part of my life. Amy had certainly changed during the time I was away, while Hannah would simply request things we’d done before, and we’d eagerly get down to business.

I was in my office with Julia, busy with some work that the boss had sent me the previous day, when my phone buzzed. Opening it up, it was a picture of Hannah lying back on my bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening from excitement. Smiling, I barely had time to put my phone down when the next one arrived, this one of Hannah on her knees, her fantastic arse on display and it was obvious she’d lubed up. The next one was of a plug now buried in her arse, and the one after that had a dildo in her pussy.

I wasn’t surprised a message then followed. I want the real thing in one of my holes. And I’d rather you take the back bursa escort bayan one if you’re interested.

“Go, Nate,” Julia stated, “I can read your face and it’s either your sister or your cousin asking you to go fuck them.” Showing Julia the pictures, I could see she was aroused at the same time. “Hmmm, I might have to go find your sister now. I guess this work can wait until tomorrow.”

“You have plans for my sister?”

Julia snorted and laughed. “Please, you think she doesn’t show me a thing or two at the same time?” Standing up, she walked around the desk, leaving a soft kiss on my lips. “I love your family, Nate,” she whispered, “I love being here with you and them. I feel so loved and accepted.”

“And they feel the same way, Jules.” Turning her around, I spanked her arse. “Now go find my sister and fuck her into a sex coma.”

Walking into my bedroom, Hannah was watching the door, waiting for me to arrive. Quickly undressing, I joined her on the bed, pulling her back and turning her head so I could kiss her. “I’m so fucking horny,” she whimpered.

“You’re always horny nowadays.”

“Because I got the man I love back in my life. So are you going to do what I want?”

“Let me lube myself up. Going to keep playing with the dildo?”

“It’s so naughty, feeling your big cock in my arse while I dildo my pussy.”

Sliding inside her arse, it was as tight as I could remember, loving how she whimpered as I ever so slowly buried my length nice and deep. Resting her head on a pillow, I slowly started to fuck her while her shoulder moved as she slid the dildo into her pussy at the same time. She was soon moaning loudly, leaning forward over her, resting a hand on the bed as I pumped her arse a little faster.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, “Oh my god, Nate.”

“Good?”

“Better! Fuck me, Nate.”

Mounting her properly a few minutes later, as I was simply enjoying her tight little arse again, it was only once she’d orgasmed that I finally focused on myself. She took the dildo from her pussy and licked it clean before putting it to the side, feeling herself get into position as I started to really drive my cock home.

I loved the sounds she was making as I really fucked her harder. Grunting and groaning, her body starting to glisten with sweat, I was starting to feel rather warm at the same time. Julia had blown me earlier, happily sitting under my desk and swallowing my load, so I was going to last a while.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Hannah cried, “Don’t stop, Nate.” She was starting to cry, immediately worried that I was hurting her. She turned her head, leaning back to kiss me. “It feels so good, that’s why,” she assured me.

“We always enjoyed doing this,” I groaned, “Got to love my cousin’s tight little arse.”

“You’re the only man who has ever had it,” she replied, “Your sister, and your other cousin, have enjoyed it though.”

“Big strap-on?” I breathed into her ear.

“Nothing bigger than your cock. I wanted it to feel exactly the same with them.”

“I love you, Hannah.”

“Love you so much, Nate. Thank you for coming back. My heart has healed.”

After finishing inside her, we spent a good hour cuddling together, talking about everything and anything. Though still a source of hurt and pain from time to time, I had no problem discussing anything to do with my ‘death’ and what I did during the time I was away. The only woman who still had difficulties was Amy. I’d occasionally wake up to find her crying as she’d woken up and briefly forgotten, only to see me fast asleep, holding her in my arms. The anger had faded, now there was lingering regret at the time lost, though we were doing everything possible to make up for it.

Julia and Amy walked into the bedroom later to find Hannah riding my cock, buried inside her arse again. “Out of everyone, she’s probably an addict,” Amy explained.

“I remember the first time we enjoyed anal,” Julia stated, “He was so gentle with me, and I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt when his cock spread me wide. Once I was used to it, and his big cock was pumping my arse nice and hard… The orgasms, Amy.”

“Fuck yes,” Hannah cried out, “Just like that, Julia. My god, I can’t get enough of his sometimes.”

I loved Hannah riding me, whether I was in her pussy or her arse, tits jiggling away, holding her hips simply to keep her steady as she had the time of her life. I remembered how she’d had confidence issues in her body, spending time assuring her that she was beautiful and that many men loved a few curves. Amy was the same and I loved them both all the more for it.

Hannah could orgasm from anal nowadays, eventually rolling off me and onto her back, begging me to fuck her nice and hard so I could fill her arse again. I was worried I was hurting her as I wasn’t gentle, the smile on her face telling me I shouldn’t worry so much. Amy and Julia joined us on the bed, watching and fondling themselves at the same time.

“I’m escort bursa going to call you a butt slut from now on,” Amy joked.

“You’d be right,” Amy grunted, as I was really pounding her now, “I can’t get enough it when I’m this horny.”

Work was abandoned for the rest of the day as the three women who lived with me permanently, for the time being, kept my cock as hard as often as possible, though made sure I was nice and clean before I found myself buried in another pussy. By the time we joined my parents for dinner, I was exhausted, while Hannah, Amy and Julia had that recently fucked smile on their faces.

Life remained relaxing and comfortable as we continued to plan for the future. I talked with Adriana every evening on the phone. Half the calls ended with Adriana weeping on the other end, wanting nothing more than to pack up then and there before flying to join us. I assured her the best thing she could do was finish her studies then join us. She promised she would each time, but I understood how difficult it was.

We did our best to behave in front of our parents though the fact they had their own area of the house did help matters. It was only when we were fooling around outside that they might walk in on something happening. Generally, there’d just be a cleared throat, giving us time to get ourselves straightened up.

My father was still his usual self, accepting the reality that I was back, loving his retirement by spending a lot of time improving the house and the large garden outside. As for my mother, to say she doted on her son wouldn’t be an understatement. If I wasn’t in the presence of a lover, I’d find myself sat down with my mother cuddling into me, and I always cuddled her in return.

It also led to a real heart to heart one evening after we’d shared a bottle of wine. When I sat back and thought about it later, it probably wasn’t a surprise.

“I love your father, Nate, but I’ll admit to being a little jealous,” she told me as she sipped at her third glass, “I’ve done some reading up on certain matters.”

“Like what?”

She met my eyes and blushed. “Mothers who are finding themselves attracted to their sons.”

“Oh…”

“Seeing how happy Amy and Katie are, in addition to your other lovers, and I’ve seen a lot more of my son than I’m used to.”

“Ah… I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. My son’s a very handsome and fit young man. I enjoy seeing him without a shirt on, and I’ve seen your cock…” I laughed at hearing my own mother use that word. “What? You have a cock, and your mother has a pussy, Nathan.”

“Mum, you’re not suggesting…”

“No, I’d never do it to your father. I’ve even told him how I feel. I’d never betray him like that nor… What is it, cuckhold him?”

“Yeah, that’s what they call it.”

“I’d never do that to him. But I needed you to know that I’ve had thoughts, Nathan. I think it’s the whole not seeing you for so long that caused a level of attraction I didn’t expect.” Cuddling into me tighter, her hand resting on my chest, I kissed the top of her head. “Can I ask one favour?”

“Sure.”

“The next time I walk outside and you’re being intimate, don’t stop. Particularly if you’re with Amy or Katie. Watching my children make love will be so beautiful. But I can’t and won’t join in. I love your father too much to do that but he’s amazingly understanding. Joked it was just his wife having a later mid-life crisis about her own son!” She giggled before kissing my cheek. “I love you so much, baby. Thank you for coming back to me.” Turning my body, I hugged her tightly as she started to cry. “I missed you so much, baby,” she murmured into my chest.

“I missed you too, Mum. I’m sorry for leaving like I did.”

“I understand. Any hurt I was feeling is gone because you’re with us again. Just promise me you’ll look after all of them from now on.”

“Of course, Mum. I’m not going anywhere again. I’m happily retired, and we want to start families soon enough.”

“And you’re marrying Adriana?”

“That’s what the other five want me to do.”

“Good. You need to get married and started on giving me lots of grandchildren.”

For some reason, the conversation seemed to bring the close relationship we already shared even closer. I’d happily spend the day with my mother whenever we headed into the old town of Montpellier. Aware of how much she missed me, I tried to give her as much of my time as my lovers, and I knew how much she appreciated it. As for my father, we were content enough to sit back in the garden of an evening, sharing a beer or a glass of red wine, chatting about our lives. When I mentioned the conversation I’d had with his wife, he managed to chuckle.

“Yeah, I wasn’t really surprised, Nate. You’re her only son and she’s always had that special place in her heart for you. All mothers love their son’s deeply, even intensely at times. And having lost you only for you to return, I wasn’t surprised her feelings intensified even more.”

“It doesn’t weird you out?”

That question made him laugh. “Nate, you’re in a sexual and loving relationship with your sisters. But I also know my son at heart. He loves his mother but are you sexually attracted to her?”

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It all started out as innocent playful banter back and forth between my wife’s younger sister, Stacy, and I, but as we went along that banter became more of a sexual nature, and I could clearly tell that we were getting close to crossing the line on more than one occasion. That was evident with the glares that Stacy and I would get from my wife, Linda, when she did not think it was funny anymore.

Linda, now thirty-eight, was the oldest of three kids in her family, with her younger brother, Derek, just turning thirty-four a few months back and the youngest, Stacy, at only twenty-two. She had been a late in life surprise pregnancy for my mother and father-in-law, and being the baby of the family, of course she was spoiled rotten growing up, but had matured a bit after getting into college.

I told my wife that Stacy had probably gotten laid and was finally able to blow off some of that pent up sexual tension that she had brewing. Of course, that earned me another glare from her since they had all grown up in a conservative and religious household.

Stacy had been one of those “ugly duckling” type of girls growing up, with her poker straight red hair, tons of freckles, crooked buck teeth and tall waifish thin body. My wife’s parents finally broke down and got Stacy’s teeth fixed with braces, but her having to wear them for her first two years of high school, did not help the poor girl in the looks department, garnering her some name calling and bullying from the popular squad of beauties in her school.

Now after she got her braces off, Stacy looks improved tenfold with her now beautiful smile, and she finally started to fill out a little, giving her an extra boost in confidence. The ultimate boost for her was when she was approached by an agency to do some modeling for a national clothing brand, after she had submitted her amateur pics to them, unbeknownst to her very conservative parents, and Linda. Stacy had turned eighteen already, and managed to thwart their ire by convincing them, the money from the modeling would go to her college fund.

Yeah, Linda, like her parents, never really lost her conservative ways. I dated her for two years before she finally gave up her virginity to me, but that was not until we got engaged. Even now, after being married for fifteen years, she still does not get into any type of kinky sex. It is straight up vanilla intercourse with the occasional blowjob tossed in for good measure and she rarely lets me eat her pussy.

I tell Linda that she has one of the prettiest and tastiest pussies I have ever had the pleasure of burying my face in, with its downy soft blonde hair, thick puffy outer lips, and sexy hanging inner labia, but that does not matter to her. Yes, her pussy is the best. I love her, and she has always been so good to me and our two kids, so I will take the vanilla sex over losing her.

Now that our two kids were in their early teens and were able to take care of themselves a lot more, Linda went to work as a sales rep for a national company that had a regional office located here. I had started working from home since COVID, so that even made it easier, just in case the kids needed anything.

Linda called me from work one day and said that she had to go out of town for a week for a job seminar. The company she worked for had gotten bought out by a national corporation and wanted to make sure all its newly acquired staff had the proper training. She was not exactly happy about it as the two of us had never spend any time away from each other. I told her that everything would be fine, and she would be back before she knew it.

A couple of days before Linda was to leave, Stacy called and asked if she could come stay with us for a bit. She was home from college for the summer and was in between modeling gigs, not to mention that she did not want to live under her parent’s household rules, either. Linda and I agreed, but of course we told her to be mindful of us and not to be coming in all hours of the night, waking up the entire house after going out to party it up with her friends.

Stacy agreed and said she would be over the next day. Linda told her that she would be out of town for a week and hoped that Stacy would help a bit around the house, so I could concentrate on the work that I had to do out of my home office. Stacy assured Linda that it would not be a problem and would take care of everything. I guess I did not realize what “everything” would end up being.

The second night, after Linda had left, Stacy and I stayed up to watch a movie. The kids had gone upstairs to their rooms, neither of which were interested in the movie we were going to watch. It was a good thing because the movie had some brief nudity and coarse language in it, none of which Linda would approve of them watching.

Stacy got comfortable on one end of the sofa, downstairs in the family room, and I made a bowl of popcorn. After I finished making it, I called down to her from the kitchen, “What do you want bursa escort to drink?”

She replied, “I’ll have what you are having.”

I looked down at the bottle of beer that I was getting ready to open and then got her one, too. I grabbed the bowl and the beers and headed downstairs. Stacy had changed into a night shirt, that just came down to her mid-thighs, revealing her beautiful long legs.

“Since when do you drink beer,” I asked her as I went over and sat down on the other end of the sofa, putting the popcorn in between us.

Stacy giggled and said, “Well, I guess now since I didn’t know you were having a beer, but that’s fine. I will not lie and say that I have never drank a beer before I am going to be a senior in college remember?”

I smiled and nodded then said, “Yeah, I remember those college days all too well. Your sister and I had just started dating back then, and she used to get pissed at me when I would go to frat parties.”

Stacy laughed and said, “Well, yeah, probably because she thought you would be screwing around with one of those ho bag frat girls.”

I chuckled and said, “One?”

Stacy’s eyes got big, and she said with a grin, “Aww, Dave? You cheated on my sister?”

“Well, you can’t call it cheating since her and I were not exclusive at the time, not to mention, she made it clear from the beginning that we would not be having any sex. Hell, I was a 19-year-old college guy, and I was not about to turn down any opportunities from any frat ‘ho’ as you call them, besides, I was religious about one thing.”

Stacy laughed and said, “Oh, really? What was that?”

“I always wore a condom.”

Stacy busted out laughing and said, “Well, at least we know you don’t have any diseases then or illegitimate kids running around.”

We both laughed at that and then Stacy paused for a moment as I set messed around with the television controller to find the movie on one of the streaming services we had.

I went to start it, but Stacy interrupted me by asking, “So, when did you and Linda become serious? Was it before or after you popped her cherry?”

I could not help but laugh at the way she asked that, but then again, it was Stacy, and she really had no filter anymore.

“Oh, it was before. This is your sister we’re talking about, remember? I was almost shocked out of my mind when she told me that she wanted to have sex after a long make out session one night. I don’t know what got into her, but she seemed extra excited that evening.”

“I know what got into her,” Stacy said with a smirk.

“Oh? What’s that?

“Your big dick,” Stacy said then busted out laughing again.

Typical Stacy. I just shook my head, rolled my eyes, and laughed, then got her back by asking, “How do you know it’s big?”

Stacy blushed for a moment, and I knew I had gotten her good. I pointed at her as I laughed and said, “Uh huh, made you blush!”

She stuck her tongue out at me and said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just turn on the movie already.”

She did not say anything else as the movie started, but I glanced over at her a few times, and she stuck her tongue out at me and grinned again. When a particularly long heavy sex scene came on, I could not help but get a little turned on by it as it had been several weeks since Linda and I had had sex. It was nothing out of the ordinary as our sex times, came into conflict a lot with work schedules and running the kids around.

Watching the two main characters in a heated scene, got me a little excited, as the blood begin to fill my cock and with the shorts I had on, there is little doubt that Stacy would not see it. So, I slowly and casually pulled one of the sofa pillows over my lap to hide my now fully engorged erection, hoping Stacy would not notice. Nope, I was wrong.

“What’s the matter, Dave? Got a hard on over there,” Stacy asked with a giggle?

Yep, I was in trouble and now it was my turn to feel the redness fill my face, only fueling Stacy’s resolve to get me back.

She laughed harder and said, “Ha, ha, got you back.”

I just shook my head with an embarrassed grin and kept my eyes on the TV. Then to my shock, Stacy kicked the pillow off my lap with her foot. I looked over at her and immediately caught site of her white panty covered crotch as her one leg was still stretched towards me and the other was tucked under her.

She looked at me with a sultry grin, pointed at the tent in my shorts and said, “See, I knew you had a big dick.”

She was not about to let up on me one bit as I paused the movie, and drank down the rest of my beer, hoping it would settle me down a bit.

“What’s the matter, poor Dave, not getting any lately,” Stacy grinned and prodded at me as I looked back over at her.

She made no effort to conceal her panties and had in fact, pulled her leg up, giving me an even better view of her panty covered pussy. As I said previously, Stacy and I had joked a lot in the past, but in this moment, I bursa escort bayan felt like we may be crossing a line that neither of us could come back from.

“You like looking at my panties don’t you, Dave,” she added, pouring more gas on the fire inside me.

I did not know what to say, as I did not know if she was still just joking around or being serious now, but I quickly got my answer as she reached down and pulled her panties aside, revealing her red-haired pussy with its thin outer lips and large thick inner labia protruding out. I about came in my pants as I stared at her sweet sex, frozen to the spot, knowing full well that we had definitely crossed the line here.

I managed to stammer out, “Uh, Stacy? I’m not so sure we should be doing this?”

Stacy looked at me, ran her tongue across her lower lips, slipped a finger inside her pussy, and gasped as she began to finger herself. Oh dear, God. Yep, that line was gone and so was I as my heart began to pound, and my prick throbbed even harder.

“Dave, let me see your dick, please? I promise, no one will ever know,” Stacy said in a hoarse voice, her breathing becoming very erratic.

I gave up any attempt at keeping my wits about me and knowing what we were already doing was very wrong, so I just went with it and threw all morality to the wind. I reached down, grabbed the sides of my shorts, lifted my ass off the sofa and pushed my shorts, along with my underwear down, springing my eight-inch cock into the air as it bounced off my lower stomach muscles.

Stacy’s eyes grew big as she stared at my now freed member. She pulled her finger out of her pussy and scooted over closer to me, looking hungrily at my flesh, managing to say, “Oh my God, Dave, your cock is gorgeous! Can I touch it?”

I nodded and Stacy moved even closer, reached down, and wrapped her hand around my erection. Even with her long fingers, she could not get them completely around my thickness. Then before I could react, Stacy leaned over and took my bulbous head into her mouth, causing me to gasp loudly at the sudden sensation of her swirling tongue around it and letting out a soft moan while doing so.

She lifted her mouth off me briefly and said, “You don’t know how long I have wanted you like this, Dave. God, I love sucking cock and yours is awesome.”

I could tell when she took me back into her mouth, while getting herself comfortable laying her body across me, to give herself the best position to feed on my flesh. Stacy was a pro and I wondered just how many cocks she had sucked in the past, not that it mattered, because I was thoroughly enjoying her expert oral skills.

In no time at all, Stacy had me on the edge as I felt the cum beginning to surge up from my depths. She lifted her mouth off me, look up at me and smiled as she milked my cock with her hand. Precum was freely flowing from my hole now, and as she looked into my eyes, she dipped her tongue inside my orifice and scooped it out.

“Mmmmm, you taste so fucking good.”

All I could do was smile and nod at her as I reveled in the pure pleasure, she was giving me. Stacy stopped sucking my dick, stood up and took her night shirt off, then pushed her panties down to the floor and stepped out of them. She was now standing in front of me without a thread of clothing on and for the first time ever, I got to see up close and personal, just how beautiful and sexy her body was.

Stacy smiled and did a little twirl just to give me the complete package view. She did not have an ounce of fat on her, and I could tell that she had been working out a lot as you could see the firm muscle tone in her abdominal muscles, her ass, her legs, and her arms.

I continued feasting my eyes on Stacy as I looked at her little firm tits, maybe an A cup, possibly a small B cup, with tight little nipples and areolas that blended right into the rest of her soft skin. Her bulging pussy mound was lightly covered with a straight layer of ginger pubic hair that flowed down in a v pattern across her puffy vulva and in between the gap of those gorgeous long legs of hers.

“You like what you see, Dave? Tell me, how does my body compare to Linda’s,” Stacy asked with a mischievous grin?

I took a deep breath and shook my head, saying, “Stacy, that’s a loaded question. Linda is still very beautiful in my eyes but my God, you are spectacular.”

Stacy giggled and moved closer to me with her pussy at perfect eye level. I scooted closer to her in my seat with my face just a few inches away from her gorgeous sex and breathed in the sweet musky scent emanating from her loins. I was completely hypnotized by her as I leaned in and kissed the top of her pussy right where the cleft of her lips began.

Stacy softly moaned then gasped as I slid my tongue down through the front of her slit and flicked against the hood of her clitoris. I teased it a little garnering more moans from her, but it was to be short lived as she had something else in mind because escort bursa just when I had managed to get a few drops of her sweet nectar onto my tongue, she gently pulled my head back from her pussy.

“Dave, I would love nothing better than for you to eat my pussy, but right now, I need to feel you in me,” she looked down at me and said with a seductive smile.

She bent over and kissed me, gentle at first but then the kiss grew more enthusiastic and hungrier. She moaned softly into my mouth, as she moved to straddle my lap, then felt her hand wrap around my prick once more. She guided me towards her, and I felt the head of my dick glide across her soft pubic hair then slip inside her warm moist slit.

My God, this was really happening as my heart pounded into my throat. Stacy broke our kiss, and I opened my eyes, looking down as she moved my cock back and forth inside her pussy lips. Stacy sucked in her breath when her opening kissed the tip of my flesh, then slowly open around me as she gently lowered her pussy all the way down on my throbbing meat. She did not stop until her meaty labia met with my pelvis and had every inch of my cock buried inside her tight silky hot cavern.

Stacy threw her head back and she managed to groan out in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God, Dave, you feel so fucking good inside me!”

I was in pure heavenly bliss with my dick now inside my angelic sister-in-law’s amazing cunt, its heat and moisture wrapping snugly around me, massaging me with her interior muscles as she sat there on my lap for a few moments to get used to my thickness.

Then Stacy started moving slowly up and down on me as she moaned out her pleasure while I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face into her smallish tits, sucking and nibbling at each of her sweet little hard nipples.

Stacy put her arms around my head and hissed out, “Fuck me, Dave, fuck me like that slut that I am for having sex with my sister’s husband! Make me cum all over you!”

With that, I began meeting her downward movements with harder upward thrusts into her hot quim, fucking her with passion and vigor, making her pussy mine as she threw her head back and cried out her enjoyment. In little time, Stacy’s body began to shake and convulse as her powerful orgasm overtook her while I continued driving my cock deep inside her.

“OH, MY FUCKING GOD, YESSSSSSSS, FUCK ME HARD DAVE, GOD, I HAVE WANTED YOU INSIDE MY PUSSY FOR SO LONG!”

When Stacy began to come down from her climax, I turned with her on the sofa and maneuvered her over onto her back. I managed to stay inside her and as soon as she was comfortable, I began my driving onslaught in and out of her wet pussy once more while she grunted and whimpered each time, I pushed the head of my prick into the back wall of her cunt.

Stacy looked into my eyes with a mixture of pain and pleasure on her face as she croaked out, “Yes, fuck, yes….. pound my pussy, Dave… you know you love it… how’s it feel to fuck both Anderson sisters now? God, I want your cum inside me. Fill me up with it, make me pregnant!”

I knew in my mind that was not going to happen, since I had a vasectomy several years back but the fantasy of it only turned me on that much more as I continued fucking my prick in and out of her tender pussy. I felt the surge building inside me and I quickened my pace, while looking down into her sweet, freckled face as it contorted, then looked down between us, as my dick split her fat labia, over and over, watching them fold in then pull back out with my movements and seeing her juices smeared and matting up in her flaming red pussy hair.

Then I slammed hard into her, groaning loudly, as the first wave hit and I began to fill her sweet cunt with my creamy fluid, each pulse bringing another stream from my insides into hers. Stacy immediately went into another uncontrollable fully body convulsion as she came hard right along with me. I covered her mouth with my own, just in time for her to release her scream of passion into my mouth.

I stayed like that on top of her for several minutes, kissing her deeply while I continued to empty the contents of my balls into her womb. When I was drained, I pulled back from our kiss and we looked deep into each other’s eyes. Stacy smiled and put her hand softly up to the side of my face.

“Oh, my God, Dave, that was wonderful.”

I nodded and said, “YOU are wonderful, Stacy.”

She smiled and lightly kissed me again, then said with a giggle, “I think we made a mess on the sofa.”

I laughed and said, “Yeah, you are right. Let me get you a towel really quick and then we can worry about the mess.”

Stacy nodded and I slowly got up from her. When my softening prick slithered out of her, it made a soft sucking noise as it left her the warmth of her cunt. She quickly put her hand over her sex while I dashed into the bathroom, grabbed a hand towel, and returned to her.

I put the towel against her pussy as she moved her hand away and held it for a moment until she closed her legs around it. Stacy then sat up and moved back in close to me, draping her arms around my neck and kissing me once more. It was a slow lingering erotic kiss, which sent jolts of electricity through me.

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All the characters in this story are older than 18 years.

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Mariah didn’t take her daughter’s panties to her business meeting just for good luck. She was meeting Carla, a powerful CEO, and she was ready to get close to her, by any means necessary. After hearing the rumors about Carla’s affair with her assistant and her preference for girls, she had a perfect idea. A couple of business meetings were enough to make a good impression and get her invited to the hotel suite for a more relaxed conversation.

As the evening progressed, the course of the conversation became more personal. Mariah mentioned how she was a single mom who, after years of struggle, realized she was bisexual. Carla was intrigued by this story and showed strong support and understanding for Mariah. She even opened up about her sexuality and admitted that she is a lesbian with a long-term partner that is insecure about whether to tell the public. She then asked Mariah whether she has told her daughter about being bisexual, which was exactly what Mariah wanted.

She was more than happy to talk about how her daughter likes girls too, and that they have a very open relationship where they help each other meet women and exchange experiences. As she was talking, Mariah noticed that Carla was getting turned on while she was listening about her daughter and her friends. She didn’t hide how envious she was that she doesn’t have a daughter like that. After a couple of hours of talking and drinking, the two women sat next to each other, and little by little, Carla started touching Mariah’s hair and said that it would be no problem to hire Amy as an intern. Mariah accepted with excitement and offered to bring Amy over to thank her. She then took her daughter’s panties out of her bag and gave them to Carla to tease her and get her expectations up. This made Carla so horny that she started kissing Mariah all over her face and neck. After a few minutes, she called her young assistant to enter the room. When the girl showed up, Carla told her to remove her clothes which she immediately started doing. After she got naked, Carla told her to go to the bedroom. Mariah couldn’t stay for the party and told Carla to think about her daughter while fucking her assistant.

The next day, Mariah told her daughter about what happened the night before and asked her what she thinks.

“Wow, I can’t believe you managed to pull all of that off! How you got close to her and then got even under her skin. I knew you were up to something with my panties,” reacted Amy.

Mariah leaned toward her daughter and replied, “I am sorry I didn’t talk to you first, baby. But it all happened so fast and spontaneously, and it could boost my career. So what do you think, honey? Are you interested in this internship?”

“You know I would do anything to make you happy mommy,” said Amy and hugged her mom. “I am always into new experiences with you!”

“Oh baby, thank you so much,” said Mariah while touching Amy’s hair. “I also have a nice surprise for you after we do this. Remember your old high school teacher Sandra?”

A big smile appeared on Amy’s face, “You mean the hottest MILF teacher ever, Sandra? Who I’ve been dreaming of for years now?”

“That’s the one baby! Let’s just say my girlfriends and I convinced her to try something bursa escort new, like, for example – girls. And that she loved it. And she thinks you have grown into a fine young woman!” said Mariah while watching her daughter getting turned on.

Amy was already very open about her desires towards Sandra so she didn’t hide her excitement, “Oh my fucking god, mom! That is so incredible, you know you have to set us up now? Oh, I am so turned on already!”

“You don’t think I already thought about that, baby? She already wants to visit you, we just need to pick a date,” replied Mariah while watching her girl touching herself already. “What do you say we go upstairs and take a few photos for CV and a few photos to show Sandra your excitement?”

They went to the bedroom, where Amy put on a short sexy business dress and Mariah took a series of photos of her in different positions. From standard to more explicit pictures emphasizing Amy’s ass and tits. Then, it was time to do a photoshoot for Sandra, which meant being more explicit. After a couple of photos in her underwear, Amy took her bra off and they’ve made several photos wearing different models of underwear. She wanted Sandra to choose which one she likes the best. Mariah had more radical ideas, so she took out a Butt – Plug with a pink tail and a couple of dildos. Then they’ve made photos of Amy on her knees, wearing only the Butt-Plug while sucking a dildo. Finally, to show Amy using all of her holes, Mariah told her daughter to get on the bed and start riding one while sucking the other dildo. While watching this, Mariah became so horny she stopped taking pictures, took all her clothes off, and got onto the bed. Mariah took the dildo from Amy’s mouth, put it in her pussy, and returned it to her girl’s mouth as deep as possible. To make Amy cum harder she put the dildo in her mouth as well and then spat it all back into Amy’s mouth while pulling her hair.

“You made mommy so wet you little slut, now taste it!” yelled Mariah while putting the dildo in Amy’s mouth. “Now, mommy wants you to cum all over her, can you do that? Do you like having all of your holes filled while mommy pules your hair? Yes, you do, you perv bitch! Come on, now, ride that dildo faster so you can cum all over me!”

Amy was overwhelmed, she just kept riding the dildo faster and faster, “Ooooohhh, I’m coming mom,” she screamed as her mom laid down while rubbing herself. A few moments later, Mariah’s face and boobs were covered with cum, while both of them were screaming. Amy took the dildo from her pussy and put it in her mom’s mouth, which made her cum quickly after.

As they were both lying covered with sweat and cum, Mariah took the phone and sent the photos to Carla and wrote: “Is this OK for the interview? :)”.

She knew that was a great tease, so she wasn’t surprised when she got the reply saying: “Friday at 22:00, my office.”

Next, she sent the images from the photo session to Sandra, “Amy is asking, what would you prefer that she wears for your little play date?”

“You two are insane! OMG, I can’t believe I almost opened this in front of my husband!!” Sandra replied. “OMG, this is so fucking hot, you bitch. Did you take these?”

Mariah replied with an after-sex selfie with her daughter and wrote, “Who else? Amy is so excited right now, she will let you do whatever you want bursa escort bayan to her!”

“I can’t believe this, you fucking slut! I like her in these pink thongs. You know I am going to masturbate now while thinking about your daughter, and it’s all your fault! I have to go now, catch you later,” Sandra wrote.

On Friday evening, Mariah and Amy got to Carla’s office, where her assistant welcomed them. After a few minutes, Carla entered in a tight skirt and with her big boobs almost popping out from the unbuttoned shirt.

As she sat on her big executive chair, Carla said, “Hello, girls. I am very happy to finally see you both here. I see you met my assistant, that’s great. So, Amy how do you like it here so far?”

Mariah and Amy sat on the couch across from Carla while Carla’s assistant sat next to her.

“I like it here very much! Thank you for inviting me here for an interview,” replied Amy.

Carla smiled and said, “You’re welcome, honey. After talking to your mom and seeing your CV, I couldn’t wait to meet you! We have some internship positions where we could use your skills.”

“That sounds great! I am very excited,” answered Amy.

Carla looked at Amy’s dress and asked, “Hmm, is that the same dress you were wearing in the pictures your mom sent me, Amy? I like it.”

“Oh, thanks! Yes, my mom advised me to wear it,” replied Amy and stood up. “I wasn’t sure if it was appropriate for work. I am so happy you like it!”

While checking Amy out, Carla said, “Oh, don’t worry about that. Feel free to express yourself here.”

“Thank you, that’s a nice relief,” said Amy while standing in front of Carla. She then turned around and slowly lifted her dress, revealing her naked ass. “I hope this is OK too.”

“Wow, no panties. Is that because your mom gave them to me,” asked Carla, and all the women laughed. “You have a such a beautiful daughter Mariah.”

“Thank you, I am proud of her,” answered Mariah.

Amy then took off her dress and was completely naked, “Is this appropriate?”

“It will be in some situations,” laughed Carla. “You’re a good girl. Why don’t you get on your knees for me.”

Amy obeyed with no hesitations and started kissing Carla’s feet.

“Your daughter is something special, Mariah!” said Carla, who was now even more turned on.

Mariah smiled and replied, “Thank you, Carla, that means a lot to me.”

Carla pulled Amy’s hair and put her head between her legs, “you wanna work for me? Do you want to work for this pussy? Let’s see how ready you are!”

Carla then leaned towards Amy, and the two of them kissed, “I think we should continue this interview in the more comfortable room behind this office. Amy, why don’t you go there first with my assistant so that you two could meet each other?”

Carla’s assistant unzipped her dress, gave her hand to Amy, and the two naked girls went to the other room.

“Should I wait outside?” Mariah asked.

“Of course not,” Carla replied. “You went home the other night. Now we can all have some fun. Thank you for bringing Amy. You are a reliable partner. I am sure we will collaborate many more times.”

“Well, thank you so much. That would make me and Amy very happy. You know, since we met, I knew we think the same,” said Mariah.

Carla stood up and started walking towards Mariah, “I have to be honest, escort bursa I couldn’t see that at the beginning, you are smarter and dirtier than it seems.”

Mariah came to Carla and they started kissing and taking each other clothes off.

“If you like me, you will like my daughter even more. You can do whatever you want to her,” Mariah whispered to Carla’s ear.

“Oh yeah, and you want to watch your little girl getting fucked? Does that turn you on, you dirty bitch? ” Carla asked.

Mariah unzipped Carla’s bra and replied, “Why don’t we go in and find out.”

The two women, wearing only panties, went to the room where Amy and Carla’s assistant were waiting, both naked, on the bed.

Carla’s assistant approached Mariah and started kissing her neck and breast, while Carla immediately jumped on Amy. After kissing her all over her body, Carla started sucking her pussy and rubbing her big tits against it. She liked hearing Amy scream and she wanted to fuck her harder. While Amy was lying, Carla got above her and started rubbing hers against Amy’s pussy faster and faster while pushing her breasts into Amy’s mouth. While watching this Mariah was getting her pussy licked by Carla’s assistant until she came at the same time as her daughter. Carla then told Amy that she wants to watch her with her assistant to evaluate her as a team player. As the two girls started pleasuring each other, Carla and Mariah were watching and cuddling. When the girls were doing the sixty-nine, Carla took out two strapons and gave one to Mariah. They wanted to make the girls scream, so Mariah started fucking Carla’s assistant’s pussy while Carla was fucking Amy’s ass and pulling her hair. After cumming, Amy sucked Mariah’s strapon and slowly spilled everything in Mariah’s mouth. She then licked and fingered Carla’s asshole while her mother was fucking Carla’s pussy. Finally, the four women were lying in bed, naked wet, and relaxed.

“Wow Mariah, I have to say, you raised such a beautiful daughter!” Carla said.

“Thank you so much, Carla. I hopped we would make a good impression! Thanks for giving us this opportunity!” Mariah replied.

“I hope I showed that I could fit in your company Carla,” Amy added. “Thank you for letting me show my skills.”

“Oh, don’t worry honey, I have plans for you. You will get more information next week,” said Carla. “Also, your mom and I will certainly have more business ventures in the future.”

The next day, Amy and Mariah were still under the impression from last night.

“Thanks for last night mommy. It was a lot of fun. Also, I think this will bring me many great opportunities,” Amy said to her mom.

“I am so happy to hear that,” Mariah replied. “I was afraid you would like the idea, but it seemed like a good chance for both of us! And a new bonding experience. Speaking of new experiences, how are things going with Sandra?”

“It’s going good. She texted me today. I think we will have our little play date on the weekend,” Amy said. “Thank you so much for that! I can’t wait to finally fuck her! Oh, I almost forgot, I have a surprise for you, as well!”

“Well, I’m wet already,” reacted Mariah.

Amy laughed, “Well, you should be since you are my girlfriend’s auntie, whom I believe you met, is back in town. And wants to see you this weekend.”

“Oh, wow, baby, that’s so great. I am really happy to have such a slutty daughter! Looks like we will both have a lot of sex this weekend!” Mariah said.

“You welcome mom! I have to go now, see you later. I love you, mommy!” yelled Amy as she left the house.

“I love you too honey!” replied Mariah.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, all characters portrayed are 18 years or older.

My name is Steven, and I am in high school. I’m not very popular but have a great group of guy friends that I have known since we were little.

This Saturday, my friends and me, were heading down to the local nude beach. We had never been to a nude beach before, and being typical horny teenagers, we were all stoked to see the women at the beach.

“Hey Steven”, My good friend Ben said “are you ready to go? I’ve got the beer and weed all packed up, let go catch some rays, brother!” He hollered cheerily.

Ben and I have been friends, since I was 10 years old, He is stocky, muscular and probably the most athletic out of all of us, and never seemed to have any trouble getting laid. He grinned at me, as I got in the car.

“You ready to see some hotties, at the beach today?” Ben asked enthusiastically.

“Hell yea!” I replied” I glanced in the back seat and my other three friends Tony, Ricky and Carl were jammed in the back. “I’m stoked! Is this it, or who else is coming?”

“Jeff, Raj, and Troy are meeting us there” Ricky replied. Ricky and I met at the beginning of high school and have been fast friends since. Ricky is an average height, pale and lanky teen, with curly brown hair. As we vied for dominance in your standard teenage hierarchy many of my other friends would often laughing at others expense. Ricky though, always took a backseat, he was just a really nice guy.

We drove down to the beach, over an hour away, cracking jokes and laughing the whole way.

Finally, we pulled into the parking lot and unloaded our cooler and backpacks.

There was a bit of a hike in to the beach, since it was surrounded by lush forest. We walked down the long winding trail, Tony calling Jeff on speakerphone so we could all hear.

“Hey Jeff, Where are you guys set up? We’re walking down the trail” Tony asked over the phone. Jeff’s thin voice, emerged from the phone speaker.

“We found a nice, secluded spot all the way at the end of the beach, you will have to walk for a ways” Jeff told Tony. “and you will never believe who we ran into down here!

“Dude why a secluded spot, all the tits are over here at the main beach?” Tony asked the obvious question.

“Just trust me bro, this is the best spot on the beach, you will see when you get here” He said mysteriously. With that, Jeff hung up.

We continued to trek down the beach going past the populated main area, glancing at the beautiful women along the way. Breasts of all shapes and sizes greeted our voracious gazes. As teens, our limited sexual experiences had all been with girls our own age, most of them as not as fully developed in the chest, as many of the older women we were seeing here.

Seeing all the variety of naked bodies, I questioned again, why Jeff, and the other guys, would choose a spot so far away from everybody else.

We went past the curve of the shore and then farther, we hadn’t seen anybody else for a few minutes. That’s when, I finally spotted Jeff waving us down. They had chosen a nice sunny spot of beach in a small hidden alcove, surrounded by trees. It really was a fantastic spot, if privacy and seclusion were what you were aiming for.

I spotted Raj and Troy sitting on the beach blanket. surprisingly there was also a lean woman lying face down on the blanket, completely unclothed and tanning. As we walked up, I wondered if they had managed to charm some random hottie into spending the day with us.

“What’s up guys?” Jeff walked up to greet us. “Good to see you Steven” he said to me with a tenuously awkward grin.

As we got closer, I couldn’t help but admire the backside of the women who was with them, she had a beautiful bottom, and I could almost see her vagina with the way she was lying down. You could tell she didn’t tan naked often as there were strong tan-lines, across her back, where her bikini would normally lie.

“Hey Steven, how’s it going” said Raj. “You’ll never believe who we ran into”

At this the women, lying face down tanning, lifted her head and turned towards us.

“Boys it’s so good to see you all!” said my mom.

I think I was in shock, at initially realizing it was my mother lying completely naked on a beach blanket in front of my friends.

To give you a little backround on my mother. Sharon is 45, fit and athletic, she has always been the free spirited, hippie type. Not saying that she was a bad mother because of it, she was actually a great mom growing up, and was considered the cool mom among my friends, as she was lenient with us drinking and smoking weed. Letting us have parties at our house, and fine with almost anything, as long as everybody was being safe. She would always say that she would prefer us to drink where she can keep an eye on us, instead of drinking outside and getting into trouble.

She was also considered the hot mom among my friend group. Yes that’s right the school MILF. As you can imagine, I was always hearing, your bursa escort mom jokes, from all my friends growing up. With them telling me how hot she was, how they would love to see those big tits, telling me what they would do to her if they ever got the chance. I which case I would always respond with something like “fuck off man, that’s my mom your talking about!”

I couldn’t blame them really, my Mom was recently divorced from my dad and back on the dating scene, so would often dress provocatively in a way that she wouldn’t when she was married. We would often see her around the house in lowcut shirts, emphasizing her cleavage. Wearing bra’s that push her large 38DD breasts up until they look like they are going to explode out of her top.

I still remembered the previous week when I had my friends over. They were talking with my mother in the Kitchen. She was grating cheese as she talked and her cleavage was wildly jiggling giving my friends the show of their life. All of them acting soooo interested in what she had to say while none of them were able to take their eyes off of her precariously contained breasts. After that little episode, we went back into the basement and I suffered a whole new slew of, man your mom is hot, comments, and what I wouldn’t do to your mom’s titties.

So you can image, the mixed feelings and slight humiliation of seeing my mother naked in front of my friends, knowing this was a dream come true for them and that I would never hear the end of it. That…. Probably, until the day I die, I’m going to be hearing about that time they all saw my hot mom, naked at the beach.

I was in a shocked daze as my mother jumped up from the blanket smiling. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she stood. Her large pear shaped breasts hanging down and then bouncing to a standstill as she came fully to her feet. I feel like my friends were equally as shocked, here was the women of their dreams standing completely naked in front of them, large mature breasts, with silver dollar size areolas, hanging down for everyone to see. Her perfect triangle bush on display.

“Tony it’s so great to see you” said my mom as she walked over and gave Tony a hug, pressing her naked breasts against him.

Tony is my best friend. I have known him the longest and my mother practically raised him considering how often he was at our house growing up. He is blonde and fit however he is the shortest of us at 4.9 feet tall and tends to get a lot of jokes about his height.

Tony looked over at me as my Mom pressed against him. He had the decency to look at least a little chagrined. My mom went around and gave everybody a hug in greeting as if she weren’t completely naked, all while I was still in a daze.

Finally, my Mom turned to me, and said “Steven, this is so fun! a beach day with you and your friends, I hope you don’t mind if your mother crashes your beach party. I was supposed to meet a date down here but he had to cancel. So I decided to stay and work on my tan.

“uhhh yeaa but mom….”I stuttered I gestured to her top area. “Don’t you think you should put on some clothes…. it’s a little weird that your naked in front of my friends”

I heard a groan of disappointment escape one of the guys but it was drowned out in my mom’s quick reply.

“Honey this is a nude beach, and nudity is completely natural. I will not be shamed for my body, and besides I don’t think your friend’s mind.” She glanced around at the group. “What do you think boys, if I am making any of you uncomfortable I can put my clothes back on?”

My friends let out a series of assurances

“No it’s fine Sharon, we don’t mind at all” Said Carl

“It’s just nudity, nothing we haven’t seen before” reinforced Ricky, as he gazed sidelong at my mother’s exposed tits.

My mom turned her stare back to me,

“See Son, your friends don’t mind.” she said with a warm smile. “If it makes you uncomfortable, you’re just going to have to deal with it. It is completely natural and I think we are all mature enough here to handle a bit of nudity”

With that she sat back down on the blanket. We all got situated in a circle and started passing around the beers. Tony was sitting next to me, He leaned over and whispered in my ear “fuck man, your mom is hot”

I shot him a glare as he grinned at me.

Everybody else was having a good time drinking and talking but I was having a tough time relaxing knowing that all my friends were ogling my mother’s naked body.

She sat cross legged on the blanket directly opposite from me talking with Ben. Even I couldn’t help peaking glances, as from my vantage I had an almost unobstructed view of my mother’s vagina. She of course had a tangled bush of pubic hair, but from her cross legged position I could also see her bare pussy lips. It was odd seeing the vagina that birthed me and even more akward knowing that all my friends had the same view.

“Do you boys mind if I drink some of your beer?” asked my mother.

Ricky was quick to bursa escort bayan reply ” Of course Sharon, you can have as many as you want, I don’t know if anyone ever told you this, but you are the cool mom in our friend group, it’s the least we can do, since you let us hang out and party at your house all the time.”

“Awe that’s so sweet Ricky, thank you. Am I really the cool mom?”

All my friends replied with a chorus of agreement, as they eyed her naked chest.

“well I hope you don’t mind if I party with you boys today, I’ve been burnt out lately, running my business and feel like I need to cut loose”

For the next few hours my mom continued to drink beers with us, and I could tell she was getting more and more intoxicated, as her eyes were a little glazed over, and she was laughing more with the guys. Every time Mom laughed mini tremors would run through her pale sagging breasts, and I could tell all my friends were watching my mom, trying to commit this image to memory. The sight of their friend’s mom completely naked, the school MILF completely on display for all to see. I knew they would all be jerking off to the memory of my mother as soon as they got home.

My mom was basking in the attention she was receiving from my friends, as everybody wanted to talk with her. Eventually we passed around a joint, when Ben offered the joint to my mother she hesitated.

“I don’t know boys I haven’t smoked weed in a very long time, last time was in college, and I stopped because I found it impaired my judgment, I don’t really make sound decisions when I’m high” My mom told us

“Come-on Sharon don’t be a prude, I thought you said you wanted to cut loose” Carl encouraged her.

“Well I guess I am the cool mom” she giggled as she took the joint from Ben and took a big puff” Mom coughed animatedly, causing her breasts to jolt around and giving my friends another mini-show.

“Wow, weed these days certainly is a lot stronger than when I was in college!” coughed my mother, oblivious to the all the eyes glues to her mammaries.

After that… things settled down a bit, as my mom laid down on her stomach to tan her backside. We continued to drink and joke around. Now that my mom was lying down with her breasts concealed, and everybody wasn’t watching her, I was able to relax a bit and enjoy myself. That is until Mom asked my best friend Tony to put sun tan lotion on her back.

“Hey Tony, I think I am getting a bit burnt, do you think you could put some sun tan lotion on for me?”

Tony was almost drooling, at the chance to put his hands on my mother’s body. “Sure Sharon, no problem” he said as he winked at me.

What an asshole I thought to myself, I know he’s had a crush on my mother since grade school, but he’s supposed to be my best friend, and I felt like he shouldn’t be taunting me like the rest of the guys.

Tony squirted the lotion onto my mother’s back and slowly worked it in, taking his time.

“Ohh Tony, you have such strong hands” said Mom, obviously enjoying the experience as he massaged in the lotion. “don’t forget my butt”

Tony grinned even wider as he squirted more lotion onto her buttox. He vigorously worked it into the skin of Mom’s pale ass-cheeks, making sure to shake them a bit as he slathered them.

“Tony not so forcefully” Giggled my mom.

Tony laughed and slowed down, repeatedly working my moms ass cheeks with his hands, as the lotion sank in. Once he had done her backside my Mom flipped over and lay on her back.

“Do you mind putting lotion on my front as well, Tony?” asked Mom. I don’t think Tony could have been any happier to help.

“It’s so bright!” exclaimed my mom. Blinded by the midday sun, she grabbed a towel and draped it over her head, completely covering her face.

All eyes were back on Mom now that she had flipped back around. Her juicy sagging breasts hung down to each side of her, as gravity did its work. Now that she was essentially blindfolded by the towel, none of my friends had to hide the fact that they were staring at my mother’s naked body. No more furtive glances, no more sneak peaks. My Moms body was on exhibit like a piece of art. My friends ran their eyes over the visual buffet, taking in her perfect mature breasts, lean body, and hairy bush.

Mom’s breasts had strong tan lines where her bikini usually sat, creating a sharp contrast between the V shaped cleavage tan line and the pale, veiny, boob-flesh that normally never saw the light of day.

Most of my friends wouldn’t even look at me, no doubt feeling awkward that they were ogling my mom right in front of me. I never thought something like this would happen, and I’m sure they never thought they would be lucky enough to see my mom naked. But now that it was happening, there was a definite awkward tension building. They didn’t know how to mentally deal with the situation. They must know it was humiliating for me, but a dream come true for them. Teenage boys getting to see their friend’s mom naked, and not just escort bursa any mom but the school MILF, the hottest mom on the block, the mother they had fantasized about for years.

I knew they would tease me about this forever, that’s part of what made it so humiliating. I would have to go the rest of my life knowing all my friends have seen my mother naked, and they were never going to let me forget it.

Tony sprayed lotion onto her stomach and legs and rubbing it in, enjoying every second of running his hands over my mom. Just as it looked like he was finishing and putting away the lotion my mom protested.

“Tony you forgot my breasts” protested my mom from beneath her face towel “you don’t mind do you?”

I don’t think Tony’s grin could have gotten any wider, he looked over at me his eyes wide, as if he were daring me to say something. “No Sharon.. I don’t mind, I don’t mind at all” he replied slowly in an almost smug tone.

“Oh thank you Tony your such a gentleman, I don’t usually tan there so my breasts will need extra attention.” Said mom.

“Mom!” I exclaimed “you’re really going to let my friend touch your tits? I’ve known Tony since grade-schoo….”

“Steven!” my mom cut me off in in a stern tone. She slightly lifted the towel covering her face so she could look at me “we already went over this, mister, they are just breasts, completely natural and normal, and I will NOT be shamed for my body. If nudity makes you uncomfortable you will just have to learn to get over it, because in my household we do not shame women for their bodies”

“Do you understand, mister?”

“But Mom!..”

“No buts… tell me you understand?” she cut me off again.

“Yes mom I understand.” I said resignedly, feeling embarrassed about my mom dressing me down in front of my friends.

I could tell my friends were trying not to snicker at the display, as my mom placed the towel back over her face, trying to shield herself from the blinding sun.

I couldn’t believe I was about to have to watch, my best friend Tony feel up my mother. She lay exposed, flat on her back, oblivious to the fact that she was fulfilling a fantasy, for all these horny teenage boys.

“Here Tony put some lotion on them” requested my Mom as she took both her hands and slightly pushed her massive natural breasts together. “You have to make sure to get the sides as well” as her hands elevated her breasts from where they were settled, they flowed together into two perfect jiggling pancake globes on her chest. I could see the blue veins running through pale untanned flesh of Mom’s breasts. Soft mounds of white capped with large areolas, centering around her proud nipples as they pointed towards the sky.

“And Remember Tony, I don’t usually tan my breasts make sure you give them extra attention” I don’t want to end up with a sunburn”

“You got it Sharon! extra attention on the breasts, no problem” confirmed Tony a little too eagerly.

Tony was looking around at all the guys, silently mouthing “Oh my god, I can’t believe this” as he leaned over Mom’s magnificent rack. My best friend grabbed the lotion and erratically squirted it onto my mom’s breasts, silently making jerking motions with the bottle and scrunching up his face as if he was cumming.

Many of my friends snickered at this, and as I looked around some of the guys were looking at me, while miming jerking and cumming motions, in my moms direction. A feeling of mortification set in. This is exactly what I feared…. they are never going to let me live this down. For years they will be talking about time that Tony groped my mother in front of me, and how I didn’t do anything to stop it.

I just could hear Ben now, “hey man if that was my mother I would have put a stop to that shit right there and then, I can’t believe you just sat there and let Tony feel up your mother” followed by bouts of laughter. These were the kind of comments I could expect in abundance from my friends, from now on.

But my mother had made herself very clear, and even though she was typically a hippie free spirit type, she could be strict when she had to be, and could be especially stern when she felt strongly about something, such as “not shaming women for their bodies”.

All I could do is watch as Tony squirted rope after rope of white creamy suntan lotion onto my mom’s tits.

The first thick stream of lotion hit my Mom’s soft pillows, draping itself over her right nipple, like a thin white worm. Tony had squirted it out of the tube from high enough that the impact slightly jiggled her pale globe as it landed.

Toms erratic motions sent the second stream arcing down into her cleavage, forming a small pool in the deep crevasse between her tits. The third and largest stream struck her left boob clinging there in a long white line.

“Make sure you get underneath, too” Mom requested as she lifted her saggy breasts up further towards her face, allowing Tony to access the underside of her boobs.

Tony looked at me with his mouth open, sporting an incredulous and slightly ridiculing expression, as if he was daring me to say something, or try and stop him. Not breaking eye contact with me, he squirted a big smilie face shaped line of lotion underneath each of my mom’s uplifted breasts.

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I am My Little Sister’s Bitch!

Monday May 23rd 2022

Bex shoots out of bed like a seal breaching water. It is her birthday and the first day of summer vacation. Two things she’s been looking forward to greatly.

Her blonde hair is in a short pixie cut with pink tips. Her light brown eyes mirror the brown eyes of a deer. She tosses her sleeping shirt onto the growing pile of dirty clothes – threatening to overtake her floor.

Bex pulls a bra from her drawer and begins stuffing it. Her woefully flat A-cup chest grows to a reasonable C-cup. Before pulling a clean shirt out of her drawers, she reaches in the pile of clothes, and pulls out a pair of jeans, giving them the sniff test — they pass. Her shirt is one of her favorites, with a cute phrase scribbled on the front. It says, “Hey my eyes are up here!” Bex thinks to herself, ‘If only it was true.’

She prepares to exit her room, when her always energetic and upbeat little sister, Alathia, bursts through the door carrying a beautifully wrapped gift, “Happy Birthday big sis this is for you!”

Taking the gift from her little sister, she opens it, seeing a thumb drive resting in the box. “Thanks Alathia, um, why exactly did you give me this?” Bex looks at Alathia confused.

Taking the thumb drive from Bex’s hand, Alathia plugs it into Bex’s laptop. The laptop begins playing Bex’s sex tape and it’s not tame. She’s tied up, begging, and acting like a total slut for her boyfriend. All the color drains from Bex’s face.

With a wicked grin Alathia whispers, “That’s right, my little sister slut, you’re mine now!”

In a quick movement, Alathia delivers a quick slap across Bex’s face.

The shock of her little sister slapping her flips something in Bex. Her crotch gets excited and she’s lost the ability to fight off her little sister.

Stroking Bex’s cheek, Alathia tells her sister to remove all her clothing. Wanting to avoid another slap, Bex pulls off her shirt and then her jeans. Soon, she’s down to her bra and panties.

“Keep going. I said all your clothes, bitch!” Alathia gives Bex a stern look.

Bex stuttered, “P-p-pl-lease s-s-sis I’ll be n-n-nak-nak-ed.”

Grabbing Bex by the chin, Alathia speaks into Bex’s eyes, “I’ll ask one more time, thereafter your behavior will be punished and corrected, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR.”

Nodding quickly at Alathia, Bex slowly unhooks her bra. She tries to hide the evidence of stuffing her bra. Alathia grabs the bra from Bex. “Holy shit Bex, I knew you stuffed, but to know it’s an A to a C, hahaha!”

Bex, mortified, can’t help the wetness growing between her legs. She keeps going. Pulling her panties off, she exposes the dampness between her legs and the wet spot in her panties.

Alathia takes the panties from Bex, examines the wet spot and shows it to Bex. “My, my, my, look at this, someone’s an excited little slut aren’t they.”

Not wanting to further anger her little sister, Bex agrees, murmuring, “I am indeed a naughty little slut.”

Tossing Bex’s panties onto the growing pile of clothes. “Put your hands on your head and spread your legs shoulder-width apart.”

Bex complies to her little sister’s request as she doesn’t want to anger her. Even though she has a wet spot in her panties, she is incredibly grateful for her pubic hair. It hides how incredibly wet and turned on she is. Her inner thoughts wander to, “Fuck, I wasn’t this turned on when I was tied up and fucked. What the actual fuck is wrong with me?”

Alathia looks her over like someone purchasing livestock, moving around her, inspecting her. Finally, running a finger gently between her sister’s pussy lips, she collects some nectar on her finger. Alathia grins at how wet her big sister is.

Alathia gloats. “I thought you might be resistant to this training, but it looks like you really are a slut, and you love this don’t you?”

Turing red in embarrassment, Bex whimpers, “Yes, Alathia.”

Alathia speaks low and softly. “It’s ‘Mistress’ now, in private.” Alathia speaks louder. It’s ‘Mrs. Alathia’ when we’re around our parents.” Alathia almost raises her voice. “Understand my little slut?”

“Yes Mistress.” Bex is breathing fast and shallow. She is astonished at the level of control and command Alathia possesses, and at how she is responding to it. Her body is trembling with excitement. Her mind is scattered yet focused. Scattered in fear, yet focused on her excitement.

Giggling, Alathia singsongs, “Someone’s excited about becoming my little sex slave.”

Trying to deny the weight of Alathia’s words as they resonate with her own thoughts, Bex is able to say, “No, Mistress.”

Alathia slips the finger she collected Bex’s nectar on into her little sister’s mouth, she whispers, “Shhhh, you’re only deceiving yourself, Bex.”

Bex’s spirit are crushed a little bit. Yet… instinctively, Bex rolls her tongue around her little sister’s finger, sucking it clean. Bex has always loved her own taste.

“Follow me,” Alathia commands.

Bex bursa escort tries grabbing her clothes, but Alathia stops her, “No, like you are right now, naked. Now, follow me.”

Defeated, Bex lowers her head and follows Alathia to her room. She curses herself, ‘It was so stupid to allow me boyfriend to film me doing such kinky things, but it was so hot and I’d never been so turned on.’

Entering Alathia’s room, Alathia instructs Bex, ”Get on the bed, on all fours, head down, and face away from the foot of the bed.

Now Bex, when I say ‘present yourself,’ this is the position I want you in. I don’t care if you’re fully clothed, you’ll strip immediately, get on all fours, put your head down, and spread yourself open. You will state loud and in a clear voice: ‘I’m open for your pleasure, Mistress.'”

Bex, figuring out her the rules to her little sister’s the game, reaches back and spreads herself open, saying, “I’m open for your pleasure, Mistress.”

Bex feels her little sister’s hand slowly caressing and cupping her cute little ass, a moan subconsciously slips from her lips. Alaitha finally has her big sister in her grasp; she’s finally going to sample her sister. After months of masterbating with Bex’s used panties to her nose, the younger sister is practically drooling over her older sister.

Bex is bent over, offering her pussy to her little sister. Bex is so wet and ready. Alaitha begins slipping a finger deep into her sister’s pussy with ease. Bex gasps and moans softly. She is getting turned on by her own little sister playing with her. Bex begins rocking back, fucking her little sister’s finger without promoting. It’s as if her body moves without her will.

Using her skilled fingers to dance around her sister’s pussy, further driving her big sister into sexual ecstasy, Alathia finally loses her self control and dives in, driving her tongue deep into her big sister’s pussy, licking fiercely like a cat with a bowl of cream.

Bex, feeling a woman’s tongue on her very warm and wanting pussy for the first time, has a minigasm course through her body. Trembling a little, Bex curses herself at the pleasure her body is experiencing and feels the weight of her mental betrayal as well.

Gasping to catch her breath Bex slowly moans and pleads out to younger sister to continue. “Please, please Sis, please fuck me,” the older sister begs.

Instead, Alathia pulls her finger out, Bex’s hips try to follow the finger. She feels suddenly empty until her little sister slaps her ass hard leaving a red hand print. Bex can’t help but moan and jump simultaneously.

Alaitha chuckles, “Such a slut. Now, I’m gonna teach you the next position. It’s called first position. You will kneel, your legs apart, your arms behind your back, and your eyes looking down.”

Bex complies with her sister’s instructions. She notices her wetness is getting worse. Her whole crotch is almost glistening. And the brush with her first lesbian experience has her so wound up it’s ridiculous. She’s almost a bitch in heat at this moment, following along like an obedient puppy.

Picking up Bex’s report card, Alathia sees an A, a B, three C’s, and two D’s. She says in a very firm voice, “This report card is completely unacceptable. From this point forward you’ll maintain a straight A average or you will be punished.

The spankings will go as such: one swat for a B, two swats for a C, and three swats for a D, and god help you if you come home having failed a subject. By my math you’ve racked up thirteen swats. Do you want them now or later, my pet?”

“Later, Mistress,” Bex answers, wondering how she will ever attain, much less maintain such grades.

“Very well, my slutty sister, you might even get a chance to get a few swats removed if you’re good. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Alathia asks, saucily.

Perking up, Bex replies, “Thank you Mistress.” Alathia pats her big sister on the head.

”Ok, follow me to the bathroom. We have something to take care of,” Alathia giggles, knowing she’s about to shave her sister’s pubes off.

Leading her sister into the bathroom, Alathia motions Bex to sit on the counter.

“Um, Mistress, what are we doing in the bathroom?” Bex asks with a shake in her voice.

“I’m shaving off your pubes, Bex. You’re a child and this unsightly bush has to go,” Alathia states flatly.

The thought of losing her pubic hair crushes even more of Bex’s poor soul. Her pubic hair is what most makes her feel like a woman. As she is woefully underdeveloped in her chest, now she’ll look like a prepubescent child. Fighting off her tears and sniffles, Bex accepts her impending fate.

Alathia takes a pair of scissors to the fluffy down of Bex’s brunette bush. Bex’s bottom lip quivers, she struggles to keep her emotions in check, her eyes tear up. It’s a relatively quick process to shave the rest of her pubic hair off. Alathia finally pays attention to Bex’s discomfort of her sudden loss of her pubic hair.

Seeing bursa escort bayan the emotions roll through her big sister, Alathia begins caressing her cheek, “It’s ok my pet, you have my permission to let your emotions out.”

Bex bursts into tears, crying out as Alathia caresses her head gently while rubbing her big sister’s back. Bex may be older, but Alathia is bigger and stronger than Bex. Most think Bex is the younger child and now she feels like a little girl being cradled in Alathia’s arms.

Bex fights back the tears, then blurts out, “I don’t want to be your slave…*sob*… and now I look like a child with my pubic hair gone….*sniffle*….”

Alathia still comforting her big sister, “It’s ok, Bex. I know it’s a lot to take in, but unless you want the world to know what a little slut you are. That’s how it’s going to be.”

Alaitha moves Bex’s chin so she can kiss her big sister’s sexy lips. Bex’s crotch catches fire from feeling her sister’s lips pressed against her own, causing almost an animalistic desire to rise inside her. Bex opens her mouth encouraging her sister to violate her mouth with her tongue as she whimpers in her little sister’s arms. Breaking the kiss Alathia pats her big sis on the head.

“Now Bex, you can leave the bathroom, but I’m going to upload the video. Or… you can get in the fucking shower and place your nose on the wall and wait for me to play with my new toy.”

Alathia begins pulling her clothes off, setting them neatly on the counter beside Bex.

Bex hops off the counter, and enters the shower. She raises her hands above her head and places them and her nose against the wall, spreading her legs.

Alathia’s plentiful breasts sit high on her chest. Her long brunette hair spills down her back like maple syrup running over pancakes. Alathia enters the shower pressing her naked body against her sister. She lets her breath tickle Bex’s neck, sending a shiver of anticipation down her big sister’s back.

Slipping past Bex, Alathia turns on the shower. Bex finally notices all her normal bath stuff is gone and has been replaced by the most girly girl fragrances possible. Bex thinks to herself, ‘This has to be more of Alathia’s changes. She planned this. She already knew I would submit.’

Bex feels the warm water caressing her body. She smells strawberry vanilla body wash. Alathia begins washing her big sister as one would a child. The feeling of Alathia’s hands caressing her body is causing the heat and need between her legs to grow more and more intense. Bex’s own thoughts betray her, ‘I don’t know how much hornier I can get. I’m gonna explode.’

Alathia is completely aware of the effect she is having on Bex. She pays extra attention to her big sister’s freshly shaved pussy.

Alathia says, in a sultry tone, “You’re so wet, Sis.”

Gasping softly, moaning, “Yes Mistress.”

Bex suddenly feels a finger enter her snatch. She can’t help but let her enjoyment show by pushing back on Alathia’s middle finger making it go deeper. Alathia uses her pointer finger to begin teasing Bex’s clit, causing her to become very audibly aroused.

“See big sister, you’re a born slut, but you’re my slut now, aren’t you, my pet?”

Gasping in a breathy voice, “Yes Mistress.”

Bex, lost in pleasure, begins fucking her little sister’s finger like a bitch in heat. More of Bex’s thoughts begin betraying her, ‘God I really am a slut. I’m fucking my little sister’s finger and I fucking love it!’

Alathia slides a second finger into her big sister’s cunt, still teasing her clit in rhythm.

Battling in her mind, Bex’s thoughts betray her, ‘You belong like this. You were born to serve.’ Moaning louder and louder, she doesn’t even realize she whispers aloud, ”Yes Mistress, I was born to serve.”

The older of the sisters feels her orgasim starting like little bottle rocket pops. Slowly growing, ’till it’s a massive explosion of pleasure coursing through her body. Bex’s legs go out from under her, causing Alathia to catch her before she collapses. Pulling her trembling sister in her arms Alathia quickly turns off the water and begins drying her little sister off as a parent would a small child.

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

Going back to Alathia’s room, the younger sister plans to spring the next phase of training. Her big sister is to be her proper little fuck toy and servant. The maple syrup haired sister heads to her closet pulling out a pink and white wrapped package handing it to Bex. The box is huge, so wide it is barely able to slide through the closet door and almost as high.

Suspiciously, Bex slowly unwraps the gift.

“This is your real gift! Also to celebrate both of us going into our senior year!” Alathia says happily.

Another thing causing Bex (who is 19) to cringe internally is she and her little sister (who is 18) are going into the same grade, because Alathia skipped a grade. Her little sister is the shining example for the family.

Inside the package escort bursa is a beautiful white and pink french maid’s dress. Under the dress is the rest of the outfit: a pair of white and pink stockings with little pink heart crystals embedded in them, a soft pink head dress trimmed in white with a pink star crystal in the middle, white elbow length gloves with pink lace trim, a collar which looks to be a part of an incomplete set, and a pair of five inch stiletto heeled shiny pink pumps are in the bottom of the box. Finally, a beautiful heart pendant with ‘I heart Pussy’ on the back is sitting on top of the most important part of her outfit — a fine pair of pink silk ruffled panties really bringing the outfit together.

Bex is stunned at how highly inappropriate this gift is, from a sibling. The true depths of Alathia’s plan’s hits her between the eyes like a red ball in gym class.

She thinks, ‘Oh shit, Alathia plans to make me her lesbian lover, her submissive pet, and her personal fucking maid.’

Making a quick recovery Bex replies, “It’s beautiful, Mistress. May I try it on.”

A truly warm smile begins to cross Alathia’s face. “Absolutely my pet,” she says, petting her older sister’s head.

First she steps into the the silk panties. The feel of the silk against her legs sends a shudder through her already trembling body. When the silk begins caressing her newly shaved pussy, it is damn near orgasmic. Bex can’t help but let a small moan escape as she finishes sliding the panties on.

Next is the bra. Bex picks up an obviously old training bra, a little girls white training bra with a tiny pink bow. She looks at Alathia confused.

Alathia smirks. “You are so flat, I know you can wear it.”

Bex looks back at the bra. “Why a training bra? And why an old one with all this new stuff? Mistress, I don’t understand.”

“Bexbex, that’s my old training bra.”

Bex flushes a deep red, finally understanding just how much Alathia wants to humiliate her.

“Go ahead, put it on.”

The bra is so simply a child’s that it doesn’t even have hooks. It slides on like a shirt. Bex slides her arms through and pulls it over her head. When she gets to her chest, she is amazed and embarrassed that her meager breasts actually do fit in the stretchy no cup bra comfortably.

Alathia beams pridefully, “Good girl. I knew you’d like it. Now finish dressing. We’ve got a lot more to do.”

Bex buries her discomfort and sits on Alathia’s bed to roll up the stockings. Bex has often been called a tomboy, she has never worn stockings before and rarely even pantyhose. So, Alathia shows her how to bunch them first.

“Really Bex, how are you almost out of your teens and don’t know how to get dressed like a girl! I’m only going to show you so many times. You are going to have to learn. You will be dressed appropriately at all times from now on. I will dress my little girl only until she knows how to dress herself.”

Bex slides the silky hose up her legs and something else changes inside her. Feeling her legs wrapped in the stockings for the first time makes Bex’s pussy twinge. She actually likes how she feels. Feminine. Whether it’s the clothes or her little sister taking such control she doesn’t know yet.

Alathia sees the change in Bex. “Stand up little one. Let me see how girly my big sis looks in proper lingerie.”

Bex stands and does a full pirouette, displaying all her charms and lack of curves. Seeing herself in the mirror, she feels good about this look.

Alathia quickly crushes Bex. “It’ll have to do for now. We’ll fix it later.” Alathia had no fix for later, she just wants to tear Bex down so she can rebuild her as she wants. She hands Bex the dress. “Now finish already.”

Bex slips the truly exquisitely made dress on. It fits like a dream. Her small waist is accented by the tight fitted waist. Bex wonders when Alathia was able to get her measurements. The top is just right. The skirt falls to just below her stocking tops, she’ll have to remember to be careful to stoop and not bend over, lest she risk flashing her panties. In fact, Alathia has been planning this day for so long. she was able to get Bex’s measurements from Bex’s prom dress fittings.

Alathia hands Bex the headpiece and makes sure it sits properly. She had to guess the size and is pleased to see it fit. She does not let Bex see her pleasure. Next Alathia hands Bex the long gloves.

Bex slides the long gloves on finally putting this sexy ensemble together. Bex sees herself in the mirror and her mental image of herself slips a little more. She can’t help but feel the wetness in her pussy grow as she feels so submissive and ready to serve her Mistress. ‘Her Mistress, where the fuck did that thought come from!’

Alathia claps, “You look so cute. It’s absolutely perfect on you! Okay, so from now on you’re in charge of all the cooking and cleaning for the whole house.”

Bex looking down says, “Yes Mistress.” She knows her carefree summer days are over.

Not missing a beat, Alathia says, “I’m going to demonstrate how you’re to curtsey when greeting anyone.” Alathia does it, saying, ”’How may I serve you?’ Now show me you can do it.”

Bex mirrors Alathia, “Mistress, how may I serve you?”

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“TWO BIRDS, ONE STONE”

The sound of fingers calmly pressing keys on a keyboard. Around there’s just silence. The monitor’s resolution is light and soothing against the eyes. The wet of Todd’s tongue runs through Felicia’s soles. His mouth swallows her feet, sucks her biggest thumbs. And like a little good boy, like a puppy seeking for his owner’s appreciation, he comes and goes… Never going higher than her knees… never touching above Felicia’s thighs. Otherwise: game over.

Not exactly what used to turn Felicia on before. She was never the dominatrix type of woman, or someone who had seen herself entertaining the thought of it. But there’s just something about teasing such a young and cute guy, being desired so hard, knowing that he would lick her dirty heels, if that means he could touch — even just look at the small parts that she doesn’t show to everyone… that just makes Felicia’s belly tingles. It makes her wet down there. It makes her feel sexy; pleasantly deviant.

Felicia brings her left foot to the volume on Todd’s black pants. Her thumbs gently caress — press the “toy” between his legs. It immediately grows against her.

“Uhh… someone is horny, today.” She bites her lips, frowning her face. Her tone is enticing. She lowers her head to look at her secretary.

Bent on his knees, licking Felicia’s right foot, Todd’s big brown eyes stare back at her, full of lust through his glasses. With a look that says she owns him, that he’ll do anything his boss wants for a chance to fuck her deep.

Todd’s a skinny young guy in his early twenties. His hair is brown and long, worn in a ponytail. His skin is pale and his features soft and delicate, giving him a feminine and naive type of look.

Except Felicia knows better… behind the good boy facade, hidden under the cute doll face — the tenderness glowing in the eyes, and the politeness of a so-called “gentleman”… there’s a true pervert in there. It didn’t take much for Felicia to notice. The times she caught him peeking at her, and he just acted like he was looking nowhere specifically… The way he would be oddly nervous every time she crossed or changed positions of her legs, when wearing skirts, while talking to him… the uncountable number of times per day that his pen or some document would casually drop on the floor when he was coming to say something… and the cherry on the cake: when she found out he was being bold enough to film from below. Spying with not a bit of shame her underwear. And Worse! Sending to some friend, talking dirty about her.

Sure, her chest burned inside. As something was scratching again and again to leave. To get out. Who the little shit thinks he is to humiliate her this way? Felicia thought about firing him. She thought about going to HR. The police… None of that was enough, though.

No. She wanted him to feel as embarrassed as she did. She Wanted him to feel ashamed. To feel like he was nothing… a piece of meat that she would mistreat and play as she pleased.

He tried to apologize when Felicia was ready to talk about it. Little did he know that she didn’t want anything to do with talk…

She purposely dropped a pen just under the reach of her legs and asked him to get it. Awkwardly looking, clearly noticing that this blue dark skirt she was wearing was different from the usual, — shorter — he hesitantly bent down, looking the other way.

Felicia mercilessly pressed her black flat shoe against Todd’s back. He instantly fell on his stomach.

He tried to express indignity. He tried to resist. Felicia didn’t care; she grabbed him for the hair and whispered. “Listen here your little perv, you started this, not me. Now you belong to me. You’ll do whatever the fuck I want you to, for as long as I say, or I’ll bring all kind of hells to your head. I won’t just get you fired, but I’ll go to the police. I”ll make sure everyone, and every woman in this place finds out how twisted and nasty you truly are. Then good luck getting anyone to hire you again.”

He didn’t try to argue. Didn’t try to do or say anything after that. The games then started, and when bored, Felicia would have Todd under her desk massaging her feet, then licking it, kissing it, swallowing it.

She doesn’t know when or how it changed from revenge to actually something enticing. Spicy. Enjoyable for which seems both parts. With time, she would be letting him lick her other parts. She would expose her breasts to him. She would play with his dick, leaving Todd to sometimes cum on her bobs, or to get off looking at her naked parts.

They never crossed the line of fucking, and Felicia itsn’t even sure they will… Part of her little game is teasing him, giving him just enough, so he thinks he’ll have what he wants someday. Knowing that he’s thirsty for her pussy, crazy for her flesh, and would do anything to get it, makes it eccentric. Exciting in ways that make her legs tremble every time she cums in his mouth.

Felicia forces her foot against Tood’s throat. bursa escort With his eyes growing wider, he tries not to gag. Swallows as much as his boss wants.

“That’s right… Take it everything… You know, you’re being such a good boy lately, that I’m really thinking about letting you cum in my mouth instead of my tits today.” She gives a provocative smile. “Would like that, Todd? Would you like to cum in the warmth of your hot boss’s mouth?”

Like a kid being offered sweets, he instantly nods. Felicia smiles again. She’s a gorgeous woman in her forties. Her hair is blonde and long, reaching her boobs. Having an angelic face, her features are thin and Her eyes are small and light brown. She’s someone who owns an athletic type of body, with legs that stand out under her black social skirt, breasts that make volume on her white social shirt, and a well rounded butt.

“Then say it. I wanna hear you say it.”

With Felicia’s foot yet in his throat, Todd echoes the best he can: “I… Wanna… Cum… In… y…or mouth… Feli… Ma’am…”

She nods in approval. Taking her foot out off him, Felicia grabs him by the ponytail, standing up. His saliva all dripping through her sole and thumbs, across the floor. Her skirt going down to reveal a red lacy lingerie

While Todd gets on his knees, Felicia takes off her panties, rubbing it intensely against his face. As who smells flowers he stays still. Quiet. Barely breathing, not twitching a single muscle.

“You like that, don’t you, you dirty boy.” With the intensity, Todd’s glasses fall on the floor. He keeps still. “You like to be my slave more than I like heaving you eating my ass and my pussy, isn’t that right, my little bitch?!”

Felicia lightly slaps her secretary’s right cheek, and then the other, and the right one again.

“Yes… Yes, ma’am” he nervously says.

The panties fall on the floor. Turning her ass to him, Felicia pulls Todd by the hair, getting him closer. Her hands rest on the desk. Her legs spread, and her butt cheeks get wide open.

“Then fucking earn it the things I do to you! Fucking earn the right to cum in my mouth later.”

Saying nothing more, Todd’s tongue slowly touches Felicia’s back hole. Brushing it like a painter with his tool… Smoothly but with grip. Going up… and down… repeatedly; again and again… Felicia’s anus contracts. The warm touches send her trills. Closing her eyes, a wave of ecstasy runs through her body.

Little by little she shakes her ass against Todd’s face. Increasing the rhythm. Enjoying that small tongue licking with consistent movements each part of her hole. Touching it with that wet and hot tip; then with all its parts.

“Oh, fuck!” She moans, feeling herself getting more wet. Her back, in a reflex, contracts. Her head gets higher.

She brings the right hand below. two fingers go to her clit; playing, rubbing it.

“Come on, you little freak, kiss my ass.” Felicia moans again, sliding her fingers to her pink and tight cavidad. — Pressing it deep. Feeling her fluids overlapping the skin on them; Pushing, pulling them off.

The sudden sound of discreet snaps echoe against Felicia’s body. Small lips press themselves all over her hole and her cheeks. From her pussy, the song of pleasure; the talking of the body. Inside, her intimate vibrates Warm. The stomach tingles with pleasure. Overwhelming desire. — Her skin starts to get sweaty.

“That’s right…” A soft moan. ” Do what you’ve been doing way before we start this little game” with a needy tone, she says.

Using the left hand, Felicia grabs Todd by the hair, putting his face against her butt. “Sniff it”, She commands.

Todd immediately obeys. While her toy boy Pushes air, Felicia’s butt pleasantly forces itself against his face.

“Oh, Fuck yeah!” with more pressure, she enthusiastically pulls his face even deeper. “Sniff it, keep sniffing my black hole. Keep making your boss happy.”

This time, in fast movements, Felicia rubs herself against the boy. Her body ecstatic. Crazy; insane for another orgasm. Her mind over the clouds, loving each second, every part of abusing her secretary’s depravity and hard-on for her.

Caring for nothing but cumming again, Felicia orders Todd to get back at sliding his well trained tongue in her ass. Bending her body in the desk, she lays down, enjoying every little twinge coming from behind. Making Todd’s nose stuck through her buttocks. Forcing him to lick deeper, faster — with almost no breaks to catch his breath.

And as his breathing gets heavier, Felicia jerks the kid back and forth, holding onto his hair. Insane for her excitement. Burning to get it off. Seeing only herself. Feeling just the heat that boils from her belly.

Every thrust brings her close to the edge… The dedication from Todd’s part makes her wiggles her ass quicker — it makes her hold his face closer and closer. Appreciating every wet touch, adoring each and every time it sends littles heaves of shock through her bursa escort bayan being.

“Uhhh! go on motherfucker!” She cries out. ” Make me cum… make your owner fucking cums…” From inside her body screams. Her vagina pulses and squirms like it’s alive. As her mind momentarily steps in heaven, half of Felicia’s body rests on the desk.

Letting Todd’s hair go, Felicia quickly stops and catches her breath. Then she looks at her wristwatch. — Twelve past ten, it shows.

Twelve past ten?! “Shit!” Felicia slaps her forehead. With quickness she turns around, wearing her panties again, and pulling her skirt up.

Todd looks up to her as who wants to say something but is afraid to. His eyes large like a hungry lost dog. His “tool” pressed hard against his pants.

Wearing black high heels again, Felicia steps closer to Todd.

“Don’t worry, I’m a woman of my word “, she runs her fingers through his hair. “After lunch I’ll get to play with your cock and you’ll get to put your juice in my mouth.” Felicia gives a small mischiveous smile.

Turning her back to Todd, she grabs her purse, asks him to close the office, and leaves.

Voices of moderate tons roam around. Dark high heels repeatedly click on the floor, across a hallway. Freshness comes from above. Cooling Felicia’s skin down. Relaxing her body — Her soul. It makes her walk slower. And she suddenly finds herself Appreciating every minute, every millisecond inside these walls. Under these roofs. Who would think that working could be this much fun?! She certainly would not.

Felicia stops waiting for the lift. Different numbers glow red in a panel, just above. As it gets to the sixth, the steel doors automatically open up. They reveal a gallant man in his thirties. His eyes are light green. His hair is straight with a dark tone of brown. He’s someone tall and elegant, wearing a black suit with a blue striped tie.

They exchange subtle smiles, while Felicia enters the elevator. She stops just ahead of him, looking at each floor being left behind, as they lose and lose height in the building. Wishing, wanting more than anything to reach the first floor. Hoping that he has the sense of not making small talk, of not mentioning the night before the last.

Michael cleans his throat. Bothered, Felicia closes her eyes already knowing what comes next…

“I was thinking…” The handsome man says,” what’d you think of…”

Felicia vigorously turns to him before he finishes. Her eyes amenably meet Michael’s. Her hand rests on his chest.

“Look, you are handsome, charming, know your stuff under the sheets… any woman would be lucky to have you by her side… ” The face frowns. She grimaces in sorrow.” But I’m REALLY not looking for a boyfriend or anything like that…”

A smooth and light-hearted music plays between the walls of the elevator. Both doors open. An electronic voice announces the arrival to the first floor.

Words seem to escape Michael. He stares at Felicia confused. His eyes taken by surprise. A type of embarrassment…

“Sorry if I gave the wrong impression” Felicia whispers, turning away.

Walking together with other women and men, she takes her ID from the purse, and puts it on a machine. A roulette unlocks. A green light shines and Felicia walks to the entrance.

Glass doors open. Smoking a cigarette, ahead, to the right, a dark skinned woman stands observing the traffic. Her hair is curly and short, her hips are thin and her ass obscenely large. She wears tight social black pants and a pink button shirt with short sleeves reaching down her elbows.

“Sup, girl” she says, as she notices Felicia coming over. “Michael was asking for you earlier… Camila puts her cigarette away, blowing smoke, as she grins “Night must’ve been really good if he’s already this hooked.”

“Meh” Felicia shakes her head as who’s not that sure.

Camila tosses the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it to put the flame out.

“What’s the matter with this one, Felicia?” she impatiently asks. ” He can’t fuck?!”

“On the contrary… It’s been a while since I’ve been fucked this good.”

Camilla narrows her small black eyes, shaking her head, confused.

“So…”

“So, that’s it.” She uses her hand to project a shadow just above her eyes. “Shall we walk?!”

In slow paces both of them go. The sun radiates against Felicia’s skin. It makes her tie her hair. It makes her sweaty. People around come and go. Horns ressound loudly. Felicia and Camila stop, waiting for the traffic signal.

“He said we wanted kids” Felicia rubs the back of her neck, still looking ahead. “Right before we… finish.

Camila looks to her, turning all her attention to her friend’s words.

“We were in bed”, Felicia finally turns to look at Camila, “close to sleep… having one of those nonsense conversations post sex, and he just said it…”

Camila’s eyebrows arch in a sarcastic way. She smiles shortly.

“What a monster! How could escort bursa he say such a barbaric thing to you?’

The traffic signal goes green. The two friends cross the street.

“It’s not about what he said… it’s about the subtext behind the words.” They get to a sidewalk. “I heard him once telling Vicent he doesn’t go to Carlos’s new years parties… You know Carlos, from I.T?” A quick pause. “Because of his kids.”

They take distance from each other, opening space for an old lady to go through. A few paces ahead, they reassemble in a agitated street.

“Carlos Morales?” Camila confirms. “I heard his children are a complete nightmare. That once, he didn’t have anyone to take care of them, and had to bring the little monsters to the company and no one could even breathe in peace for a damn minute”

“Carlos Soares.”

“Oh” Camila says, not really knowing what to answer.

Both women stop, looking to both sides of the street. Vehicles cross around different ways on parallel lanes. From some distance, a group of people get out of a bus.

“Exactly” Felicia answers. “It’s yet about to be born a kid cuter than that little girl of his. And the little boy… I think not even Erick was that quiet at that age.”

Once both lanes get momentarily empty, the two friends run across to the other sidewalk.

“Yeah, but it ain’t like we really got to know those kids…” retorts Camilla. “I mean they stayed with us for what? Five minutes?!” She looks to Felicia, smiling. “And we weren’t exactly sober… Maybe Michael knows them better.”

They crossed to another corner, going through a street filled with restaurants.

“Yeah, or… he knows I’m a mother and simply said what he thought I wanted to hear.”

Camila smiles again, not believing it. They both get to a restaurant with a red board saying “Self – Service” on top.

Here, most of the tables are occupied. People move around holding plates, serving themselves with food and in the direction of the queues, just behind three weighing machines.

“Ok, I’ll bite, ” says Camila, still sounding septic. “And why would he do that?”

Felicia and Camila take out plates from a pile with others. Walking a few steps to the exposed different types of food, Felicia helps herself with rice.

“Cami, you know these guys!” Her voice lowers to a whisper “To get me stuck in a relationship and have pussy all the time, to fuck me again, to… I Don’t know… get whatever the hell he wants from me…”

Served, Felicia steps ahead, giving space to Camila.

“To get you stuck in a relationship” The dark skinned woman repeats, giggling. “Shit, I’m glad there are still romantic people in this world”

With a few more steps, Felicia stops next to a basket made of glass, full of greenish lettuces and beautifully chopped tomatoes.

“Three things happen when I get in a relationship,” she grabs a spoon to get the salad,” One: I find out some lie — which by the way is a HUGEEE red flag to me, doesn’t matter the size of it. — Two: things get cold and too casual for my taste. Or three: these guys find some way to bore me to death.”

With Felicia’s plate full of lettuce, Camilla grins, as she helps herself with some black beans.

“Wow! It doesn’t surprise me that you get more good dick than anyone I know.”

An old lady turns to look with disgust, just ahead of the two women. Camila covers her mouth, smiling widely embarrassed at Felicia. She, who shakes her head in a reprimand, just proceeds to put some broccoli and carrots on her plate.

“Seriously,” Camila Continues, getting closer” bet the guys LOVEEE… this hard/I don’t give a fuck about you, type of approach of yours.”

Felicia looks at Camila, trying not to smile.

“Am I wrong?” Her eyes grow, as who’s certain. “Bet they would roll over and bark if you wanted them to.”

Felicia can’t help it but smirks, as she picks small pieces of potatoes and cucumbers. She doesn’t know the rest, but she certainly can think of at least one guy who would roll over and bark if she asks him to…

When they choose the type of meat they’re going to eat, Felicia chooses a rump steak, Camila two sausages and a portion of chicken hearts. After weighing the food, they roam around the establishment in search of a seat. It’s just after a while walking, that they find a table with two places, next to a window, in the corner.

Just when the two of them are seating, a young waiter comes to write their drink orders down. Felicia asks for an orange diet Fanta, while Camilla a Coca-Cola.

Voices run loud here. Medium televisions screens, one behind Felicia, one in front of her, display the afternoon news. White large subtitles, highlighted in black, appear and disappear as the newsreaders talk with the volume muted.

Camila eats on her cell phone. Felicia doesn’t. — She doesn’t like it. She made it her mission to take out of Erick, during his pre-teenager years, this bad habit… And even if she liked it, she wouldn’t be able to. Not here. Not eating such good food.

The steak is thin. Soft. Its succulent meat goes down as a piece of cotton to the mouth and teeth. The carrots are sweet. The leaves of lettuce are extremely well cutted, flowing smoothly for the taste.

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