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The next two days moved quickly by. But the upcoming funeral provided some healing between the family. Ryan and Alexis stayed a safe distance apart from one another and Sandra and her daughter found some common ground to converse over again. Every one was eager to talk about their memories of Allyson, her personality, and the way she had affected them. Sandra opened up a bit more about their one time encounter together, avoiding graphic details, and sticking to the more sentimental portions of the story.

Finally the day of the funeral would arrive. Silence ruled again, the family having little to say as they returned to their innermost connections to Allyson. Sandra had her to thank for the confidence and wholeness she sensed within herself. Alexis was grateful that she and Ryan were together. Ryan was thankful for the same reason.

The somber mood would continue to pervade the atmosphere as they walked slowly up the neatly trimmed hillside of the graveyard. The trio had left the limousine to wander towards the grave and listen to the final words on a beautiful life cut short.

The world was eerily silent. The funeral home grounds were well maintained, the colors more vibrant then nature, the trees more regal and poised. But it was quiet. The birds chirped softer, their footsteps fell muffled in the grass, and somewhere in the distance a bugle sounding Taps trailed off into a thickening air. Each of the little stone slabs that were intended to sum up and define life, stood stoically against the bright green blades of growth around them. Even the occasional bouquet seemed artificial and somehow irreverent.

He would stand alone for the entirety of the funeral service, opposite his mother, sister, and his infrequent partner, Simone. The three women clung to one another, their unified black dresses forming some sort of barrier which he could not cross. Ryan would remember later on, a Catholic priest’s Latin incantation, but for now, just the muffled drone of the distortion of the graveyard.

Someplace in side of himself, he didn’t think that this was the way that Allyson would have wanted to be remembered. She had been too proud to have been buried this way. She was a queen and they had been her subjects. The queen was dead. Long live the queen, thought Ryan as the service drew to a close and the group slowly turned away from the graveside.

Two limos waited at the base of the hillside. Once more, the older man who had greeted their returning yacht, rode with Simone and the family returned to their hotel. Ryan had started to think that the old man was death, come to collect his due.

The ride back to the hotel was uneventful. Sandra stared out the window, her forehead resting against the cool tinted glass. Ryan had barely recognized his sister’s arms sliding around his and her head coming to a rest on his shoulder. It was the first sign of affection that had been allowed in days. But some things seem small when compared to the eternally manicured grass and polished marble of a cemetery. Nothing moves at the right pace there. Everything; light, sound, time, moves in a shuffling step that is abandoned by the rest of the world. Perhaps, life would seem more important then death.

Sandra had shut herself away from her children. Pouring a glass of chilled wine from the mini-bar, she slipped into the bathroom and disrobed. For a few moments, as steaming water filled the Jacuzzi tub, she sat on its lip, one hand trailing the glass by her thigh while the other propped up her head. She had thought she would get over Allyson’s death with the finality of the funeral. But that had not been the case and she felt the pervading sense of silence and sloth that came with depression. Alexis’ and Ryan’s mother would lower herself into the tub, one hand still clutching the thin fluted stem of the wine glass. As her eyes examined some distant place on the opposite wall of the bathroom, Sandra would forget about her drink.

Ryan sat on the edge of the king sized bed in the suite. His head was in his hands and his eyes were hollow and empty. Where would they go from here? Life back home and its monotony would never be acceptable, and he wasn’t sure that any of them could survive its return. The soft hiss of a zipper brought him out of his own little world and back to reality. His eyes turned towards the opposite end of the room and the bank of windows that divided it from the outside.

Framed perfectly in the soft amber glow of the afternoon sun as it peeked through the blinds, was the silhouette of his sister. Her hips were shifted slightly to the right, her black dress following her curves closely. The zipper had descended to the young woman’s waist and her head turned slowly over one shoulder. A cascade of brown locks dropped with it, covering some of the skin which had peeked from beneath the dark garment.

The sleeveless dress had been very similar to the one worn by Audrey Hepburn in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”. Now the two pieces of material which had arced Maltepe Escort around her neck, now slid downward, onto the gentle turn of her arm. With a wishful glance, Alexis dropped the dress a little further, pushing it down over her hips and letting it drop to the floor in an ebony pool beneath her. Torturously she bent to pick the gown from her feet. The lacy panties she wore rode ever higher between the pale golden flesh of her backside and Ryan felt something stirring to life within him, other then depression.

He pushed himself from the bed, pacing slowly to his sister’s once again statuesque silhouette. As he neared within an arm’s reach of her, her long arms slid behind her and popped the clasp on her bra. As soon as they released it, the black strap which had rounded its way around her back fell away, and the outline of her breasts appeared in the sunlight. Ryan prayed that this vision was real, and that he wasn’t lost in some dream or fantasy.

In a cautious disbelief, his right arm rose and reached for his sister’s stilled form. His strong hands found her shoulder, and she did not disappear at his contact. His fingers applied the slightest pressure to their resting place, and as if on command, Alexis turned. Once more, Ryan found his breath leave him when he needed it most.

He had forgotten the beauty of his sister’s beautiful form. The perfection of her feminine shoulders and waist, the pert and full soft orbs that occupied her chest, the coy pout of her lips as she watched him examine her as a hungry man examines a feast.

The hungry man’s feast would begin at her hips. At first his hands had just drifted to her side as their gaze met, but once Ryan’s attention returned to her body, his hands would examine whatever his eyes wished. They moved from the slight protrusion her hips to the flatness of her belly. Then with thumbs pointing upward they drifted over her abs and ribs till each hand formed a cup at the base of her perfect breasts.

Ever so gently they moved then, sliding, stroking, petting and caressing. Alexis hissed in pleasure as her brother’s familiar touch returned. She savored the sanctity of his hands on her flesh and delighted in the reverence with which he explored her. Her own hands moved to the backs of his own, and guided his palms and fingers to the places she wanted to be held. When her nipples ached she would guide his hands over them until they had been satiated. With the gentle steering of captain, she corrected and steered. Soon her breathing was deep and dissatisfied.

Ryan listlessly watched as his sister guided his caresses. Then, still holding his hands, she turned way from him, her own arms crossing in his embrace and her body sliding in close to his. Then once again her directing returned and her breasts were covered by the splay of their unified hands once more. Ryan knew his sister’s patience had worn thin when her hands pushed his downwards away from her tits and to the edge of the black panties which had so perfectly framed her ass moments ago. His right hand would slip beneath the material while his left would be pushed up and down the curve of her waist and abdomen.

Pressing his own needy sex into her backside, Ryan groaned as Alexis guided him to her wet center. Together their fingers pushed between her parted thighs and split her moistened lips. Alexis’ hand would remain behind as Ryan pressed two digits on his hand further into her. When they could reach no further they slid back out, to the waiting clasp of her hand. Alexis would not allow his hand to leave its invasion there, and so he did what was instinctive.

Alexis writhed as her brother’s fingers once again found their way inside of her, pumping an inch within her at a steady pace. Her quivering thighs pushed together, locking his hand and hers in their place over her womanhood. By now his second hand had returned to her breast, toying with its soft weight and the pink erect nipple that crowned it. She could feel his need pressing between her ass cheeks, pulling her underwear tightly into the crevice.

When Ryan’s lips found her ear lobe she let out a small whimper of delight and pressed her backside into his groin. He was thrusting against her now, in timing with his fingers invasion of her twat. Alexis rocked with his movements, her feet tilting onto their toes as she deepened his access to her pussy. With a cry, she felt her first orgasm in days wave over her. IT had not taken much, but her need was great and she was still unsatisfied.

Ryan felt his sister’s trembling movements, like a marionette with its strings cut. His strong arms carried her weight as she went limp at the orgasm’s final rush. He carefully guided her to the bed and lay her across its center. Standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes drunk in her beauty once more as his hands grappled for the edges of her panties and pulled them quickly down her long smooth legs.

Still in his suit, Ryan dropped to his knees before her spread knees and lowered Ümraniye Escort his head to her legs.

Alexis dreaded the touch of his lips as they moved ever closer to her sensitive skin. She knew what was coming, she needed and wanted it, but she feared the torture of its intensity. Each kiss on her thigh was preceded by the soft rush of warm air from his lungs. Then the softness of his lips would press into her skin and just as they departed, there was a gentle brush of his tongue on the same flesh. Alexis tingled all over as Ryan drew closer and closer to her desire. As his tongue traced a glistening connect the dots up her inner thigh, she could hold back no longer.

Ryan’s eyes fell upon its prize, just as Alexis’ hand slid over its pink outer lips in a forceful crush and then pulled back. Skillfully, her forefinger and middle finger parted the folds just as his mouth moved over her pussy. Ryan found his mouth was watering as he looked up her arm to her face as it stared back at him, a feral look covering the familiar beauty. Then his tongue found purchase on the spread tissue of her vaginal opening. Quickly the torturous intent of his caress and kiss descended into oral fucking. Alexis’ fingers kept her pussy spread wide as his tongue buried itself over and over again in her depths.

Soon Alexis’ pussy was covered in the wet juices of her own pleasure and his hunger. His tongue was flipping up and down, lacing her inner lips with divine sensations. And each caress of the muscle over her clit sent her trembling with happiness. As Ryan drank in his sister’s heady juices, he felt her erupt into another orgasm. As she twisted and turned on the bed, he did not allow her to escape, his tongue burying itself in her folds. It fluttered there, breezing against the top and bottom of her twat, causing her to cry out loudly in pleasure and relief.

As her orgasm faded, Alexis’ hands drifted to the sides of Ryan’s hair and pulled his head gently up from its clasp over her pussy. She could have let him eat it all day, but she knew that he was as needy as she was. And as he was her lover, it was time that he got what he wanted.

Ryan stood to his feet and hastily disrobed. He had little desire for any foreplay, his cock already threatening to tear through his trousers. By the time his boxer’s hit the floor, Ryan was already on top of his sister.

Alexis did not allow him immediate entrance as they rolled around on the bed. Ryan’s thick cock head jabbed and speared at her more then ready opening, but Alexis wanted to be in control of the ride. Once Ryan had been rolled onto his back and his cock proudly surged upward. Alexis slid into position. She looked down at her brother’s body as she knelt over his thighs, one hand moving to cradle his thick member. Ryan gasped as her cooler hands caressed his length and pulled it up and away from its resting place against his stomach and crotch. With the angry broad head pointing towards the ceiling, Alexis shifted her weight forward. She could not raise her pussy high enough off the bed in the kneeling position to comfortably sit on the cock, so she allowed it to bend forward, then pulled it back by hand.

Ryan moaned as his cock head was pulled back across her pussy lips until it finally came to rest at the tight hole of her twat’s tunnel. It pulsed there, until Alexis finally rose up on her knees and then plunged back downwards, taking three inches of his length and this broad helmet into her depths.

“God, sis. You’re so tight,” he managed between gasps, as she lowered herself farther onto his prick.

“It’s been way too long, Ry. I need this,” she replied as inch after inch of his penis forced its way deeper and deeper into her channel. She was already impaled by six inches of his fat cock and still had more to go.

When Alexis’ pussy finally managed to take the entirety of his length, Ryan and she sat frozen, as they both acclimated to the extreme sensations of penetration. Ryan felt his pulse working through the vein covered surface of his length and emanating throughout her tight clasp. He gently rocked his hips upward until her hands quickly descended on his stomach to stop him.

“It’s too much. Give me a minute. I can’t handle that quite yet,” she hurriedly explained. It really hadn’t been to long, but the limited amount of sex in her life had not quite loosened her up to be able to take a cock the size of Ryan’s entirely without some discomfort. She waited for a moment or two, squirming slightly on the invasive rod, testing her body’s preparedness. Once she was confident that she could handle a more aggressive ride she began to move.

Ryan watched as his sister’s perfect body reared up on his cock, releasing over half his shaft from its grip. Then for a second it paused and down it raced. Their two sexes met with a slurping noise and a slap as their bodies crashed together. Then Alexis was up again, her hips tilting forwards as she did so. Ryan watched as her pussy lips turned a bright İstanbul Escort pink color as more blood rushed to their sensitive surface with each stroke of his penis into her body. Each up and down movement on his cock brought a little exhalation from his sister.

Once she was moving on his cock, Alexis could not get enough. It became a race to the top and then down again. Her petite frame worked in overdrive to spear itself on her brother’s organ. It was large and filled her completely, not allowing room for anything but her pussy, her juices, and itself.

With her own pace set she encouraged Ryan to match it.

“Fuck me brother, fuck me. Deeper. Please pound me. Harder.”

Ryan grunted as his hips raised from the bed with her downward slide, his penis hammering into her depths. The violence and urgency of their sex caused Alexis’ breasts to bounce and shudder with each meeting of their bodies and soon they rode up and down in residual movement from the fucking.

“You’re goddamn tight, ‘sis. So fucking tight. Shit.”

Alexis felt so wanton as she penetrated herself over and over again on her brother’s cock. She could feel the broad underside of his penis head as it slid downwards out of her tunnel and stretched it to new maximums. Then it would be racing upwards again, arching for her womb and her most private of recesses.

Ryan loved the tugging across the surface of his cock as her pussy drank up his length and width. His crotch was a glistening mess of vaginal fluid and pre-cum, as were her pussy lips. The significant amount of fluid made the sex even messier and noisier. Combined with their own cries and groans, the room became a cacophony of orgiastic pleasure.

Growing tired of being on the bottom, and eager for a more avaricious pounding, if such a thing was possible, Ryan grabbed his sister’s thighs, just above the knee and rolled her weight to the side.

Alexis felt a sense of vertigo as her brother’s penis vacated her pussy and she fell to the side. As her head hit the bed and her back came to rest on the sheets, she managed to cry, “More!”

Not one to stall, Ryan rolled up into position on his own knees and pointed his cock downward at her pussy. Alexis accommodated him by raising her legs and dropping them on his shoulders.

Now with her pussy well exposed Ryan’s dark red penis head pushed forward once more. It parted her lubricated lips with ease and quickly took up its residence within her pussy once more.

Then the most energetic and physically explosive sex of Alexis and Ryan’s life would begin. The eager young brother leaned his weight onto his cock, pushing it farther and deeper into her then ever before. With her legs only bearing some of his weight, it did not take much for the tip of his cock to find the entrance of her cervix. Then with a clench of his muscular hips, his cock slid backwards a half foot before driving home again.

The delivery of such a rough fucking to her pussy was sensational for Alexis. Although she was certain that every muscle in her body would be sore afterwards, she loved the precocious combination of immense pleasure with slight pain. Over and over and over again Ryan’s thick member penetrated her to the fullest extent of the word. Her breasts continued their free bouncing on her chest as his cock and hips powered into her body.

The quicker pace and complete penetration of his cock into his sister’s gorgeous body would finish Ryan off. He had been saving up his fluid and his need for several days and now he just wanted to come. And come he did.

“Fuck it! I’m gone! I’m coming, sis!”

Alexis felt the cock come to rest against her pussy’s deepest wall as it spurted its precious load into her waiting womb. Ryan’s seed filled every remaining open space and coated the inner workings of her twat. The sudden release of the liquid heat caused her to cry out in her third orgasm. Her ankles locked behind his neck, pinning his body in place within her.

She whispered over and over into his ear, “Fill me brother. I want all of it. Come in me. Come in your sister’s pussy. I want your children. Make me pregnant. I’m yours.”

Ryan’s hips twitched with each of her sultry desires revelation. He wanted her filled with his baby as well. He wanted her breasts to fill with life sustaining milk and her stomach to expand with their child. As spurt after spurt faded from his penis and into her womb, he became more and more certain that she would bear him a child. It was not until the final drops of his semen had left his cock that he slid out.

Her body went limp the moment his weight was removed from her stretched gluts and leg muscles. A thin but steady stream of their fluid would pour from her pussy as they dropped to the bed. The cooling liquid aroused her somewhat. There was a blatant sexuality to laying in the combined juices of their release. Her hand lightly stroked his cock as he panted beside her and as her other petted a well aroused nipple.

Repeatedly their lips would meet in gentle brushes and kisses. Finally with a coy grin Alexis slipped from the bed and headed towards the restroom, the white mixture of Ryan’s semen sliding down one thigh and smearing on the other as she sashayed across the room.

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I am a man that was still in his thirties, even though I had raised a child that was eighteen when she finally left home to move in with a girlfriend and start college. I had dated (and had a very steamy sex life with) her mother, Maria, while we were in college ourselves, and she had gotten pregnant in our second year together.

She had been nineteen and I barely twenty when she gave birth to a baby daughter, Briana.

Maria and I had a great marriage for twelve years despite marrying and having a child so young, until a drunk driver shattered that part of my life.

Maria had not only died at the scene of the accident, but twelve year old Briana (whom I had tagged Bree from the time she was a child) had been critically injured and was in need of blood transfusions to survive.

When I had gone to donate blood for her, it was found that not only was I not the right blood type for her to receive the transfusion, I wasn’t even Bree’s birth father.

I was devastated to learn this at first, but nevertheless was determined to continue to love and raise Bree as if she had indeed been mine.

I remembered telling myself that the possibility existed that though Maria had slept with another guy while we were dating, she automatically suspected the child had been mine when she became pregnant.

Whatever the case, I still loved Bree and wanted her to live.

And live she would to blossom into a caring, beautiful young woman, though I found her a bit too thin for her 5’6 frame.

I guess being that skinny was the ‘in’ thing and Bree and her friends all seemed to have that same look that I viewed as being underfed. I loved my women with a little curve or two on them.

But after Maria died, I didn’t have a woman for about six years, sexually or otherwise, despite Bree’s efforts to fix me up her friends’ mothers.

During that time, if my sex drive hadn’t died with my wife, my cock saw more of my hand than a woman’s pussy.

At 6’3 and about 200 pounds with shoulder length chestnut hair and dark brown eyes, I still could have picked up a woman or two for a clandestine, no-strings-attached fuck as most men my age did.

But I was the type of guy that believed sex without love was pointless, so the thought never came to the deed, even at my horniest moments–which weren’t too often anymore.

At least, until Katie moved into my home as a roomer. The woman that would reawaken my sexual desires from the moment I laid eyes on her.

When Bree moved into her own place and prepared to start school, things got lonely around the house and I was considering selling the place until Bree suggested I rent out the spare room since it was so close to many of the vocational schools and the junior college in the area. After much consideration, I found it to be a great idea.

Initially, though, the potential roomers weren’t exactly the type of people that I wanted in the house.

There were everything from a couple of hot girls in their early twenties (that turned out to be ‘escorts’) to a few ‘doper’ types, none which I was comfortable with.

I politely sent them on their way with the notice I would contact them when and if I made a decision.

Throughout all these casts of characters, Katie then came to see the room. She was a sweet, shy young woman barely twenty and hardly the ‘party’ type, a student at the junior college who worked part time at the library.

She was a pretty thing, about 5’4 and around 130 pounds, all of it in the right places, particularly her ass and breasts, along with butterscotch hair and clear blue eyes. If men weren’t falling over this lovely specimen, there was something wrong–with THEM.

Soft spoken, Katie stated that she had been looking for something reasonable closer to school and her job, since she didn’t drive and the public transportation where she currently lived was basically shitty.

Cab fares were expensive and the new landlords that had taken over her present building had jacked up the rent yet again.

As she talked about her situation and looked at the room, I felt my dick rise in my pants the first time in who knew how long just looking at Katie’s incredible ass and full tits.

I would definitely need to jerk off tonight, I thought to myself. Meanwhile, it was all I could do to hide the rising bulge in my jeans as I showed her around.

I don’t know now if it had been my conscience or my cock that made the decision for me–maybe both–but before I knew it, I offered the place to Katie, much to her gratefulness.

She immediately wrote out a check for the deposit and rent, then said she would be back that weekend to move in.

She turned out to be both a great tenant and excellent company; it wasn’t long before she and I became good friends.

But Katie still had the same effect on me that she did the first day she came to see the room and there wasn’t a week that gone by without me jerking off in either my bed or the shower thinking about her, though I doubted she’d even give me a glance Anadolu Yakası Escort in any way besides as a landlord/buddy.

There was an eighteen-year age difference between us after all and she was probably having plenty of sex with guys her own age anyway. What young woman that sexy wouldn’t be?

As it turned out, Katie didn’t have much luck with men her age in town despite her sweet personality, intelligence and certainly that voluptuous body of hers.

It seemed to be from my perspective that the guys around here only got boners for size 2 women with either fried-egg tits or surgically enhanced ones.

What the attraction was to women that looked more like pre-teenaged boys than actual women was totally lost on me.

On this particular night, she was supposed to be going to a dance at the college; someone had ‘fixed her up’ with a guy she’d had a secret crush on and was excited.

But she had been back home in less than an hour, visibly upset and had gone into her part of the house, shutting the door to her room for the longest time. Out of respect, I left her alone for awhile.

Having another raging hard-on after seeing her in the dress for the dance, I hurried into the bathroom and stripped off my clothes, giving my cock a workout with my hand, eventually spraying cum everywhere in the stall.

I then cleaned up the mess before getting myself together, drying off after the shower and pulling on some shorts over my nakedness to wear to bed later.

After I got out of the shower, Katie was in the kitchen, now in her baby doll pajamas. Even though she had cleaned up, she still looked as if she had been crying.

“Katie, what are you doing home so early?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious that I had shorts on and nothing else in front of her.

She gave me a pouty look. “Oh, CJ, it was terrible! The whole thing was a joke. I was supposed to meet Brian there, but it turned out he not only brought this really hot girl there instead, she was his girlfriend! It was someone’s idea of a sick joke! Sometimes I just hate people!”

I looked back at her, thinking about her being treated so bad and having the feeling of wishing I could track down the person responsible for hurting her and breaking my foot off in their ass.

“I’m sorry, Katie. You deserve so much better than that.”

“Well, it will never happen to me,” she pouted again.

I gave her a small, encouraging smile. “You know, they say things happen when you least expect it. Before you know it, a guy could come along that thinks you are the best thing that happened to him.”

“Oh, CJ,” she said with a slight giggle. “you’re so crazy.”

“And why not?” I asked as we walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. “You’re a bright, beautiful young woman. A guy would have to be on the pipe not to want someone like you.”

“Well, I guess a lot of them are on the pipe then,” she said, shaking her head. “And besides, I don’t see you with any women and you’re an attractive man.”

“I guess I haven’t found the right girl since my wife was killed. I was your age when our daughter was born.”

“You married and had a baby young,” Katie agreed.

“I sure did. Briana was twelve when we lost Maria,” I said softly. “I raised her myself until she moved out after that.”

I didn’t tell Katie that Briana hadn’t been my biological daughter; Briana herself still didn’t know and there was no point bringing it up anyway.

Deciding it was enough of our depressing tales, we then spent time talking and laughing about other things in our lives when out of the blue I had leaned over and kissed her softly.

Suddenly realizing what I had been doing, I pulled back quickly.

“Katie….I’m sorry; I went over the line. I didn’t–“

She put her fingers on my lips to stop me. “No,” she protested. “I want you to do that again.”

“You’re very young, baby. A pretty girl like you probably has a guy somewhere wanting to be with you.”

Katie pouted again. “Not really. All the guys I know only want ‘one thing’ with me or go out with all those skinny cheerleader types. I mean, I’ve given a couple of blow jobs and things like that, but I don’t exactly have men eager to go out with me. I’m not a slut looking for just sex.”

“I think I may have found my dream girl,” I said a little teasingly, before I held her close to me, touching her face and kissed her, exploring Katie’s mouth with my tongue.

She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me back as our tongues entwined and I felt my cock growing in my shorts.

I was at that point possibly enveloped in both love and lust with her as I stroked Katie’s shoulders and back as my lips never left hers; we kissed passionately for a long time.

My lips then left a trail down her neck before I whispered in her ear that we should continue this in the bedroom.

Katie’s response was to pull away from me before she stood up and stripped off her baby doll pajamas, displaying her nakedness before Pendik Escort me.

“Oh baby, you are so beautiful,” I said approvingly before picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom.

I gently lay her on the bed and asked her to let me look at her. I wanted to touch every part of her body with my hands, mouth….and my cock.

For the first time in six years, I wanted to make love to a woman, and Katie was that woman.

I ran my fingers down her back, over her beautiful, round ass, up and down her legs; every part my hands went on Katie’s body, my mouth followed.

“Tell me what you want and like, baby,” I finally said after coming up and kissing her again. “I want to give you so much pleasure.”

I couldn’t believe what happened next; Katie then moved down my own body and licked up and down the shaft of my eight inch cock and around the head until she took my entire cock into her mouth in one gulp, sucking me in deeper and deeper until I was practically into her throat.

“Jesus…Katie, you have the hottest mouth….” I managed to get out between groans of pleasure as she deep throated my cock.

Even the expert blow jobs Maria had given me before and during our marriage had paled in comparison to how Katie was sucking me now.

As I found myself enjoying the blow job Katie was performing below me, I noticed she was slowly sucking me all the way to my balls as I felt her hand caressing them as she downed my prick.

I was ready to shoot my load within minutes.

“Katie,” I warned her in case she wasn’t into having a guy cum in her mouth. “I’m going to cum.”

That had only made her suck my cock faster while her hand now worked my shaft.

I then felt several large shots of my semen go down her throat; Katie eagerly drinking stream after stream of the hot jizz I shot into her mouth.

Once she had swallowed the last drop of cum, she slowly pulled her mouth off my cock and smiled.

“You liked that,” she stated matter of factly, then kissed me.

“I haven’t had my cock sucked like that for a long time, baby,” I agreed. “Whoever taught you to give a blow job certainly knew their stuff.”

She was already playing with my dick again. “Yeah, I know guys like getting that. And swallowing cum isn’t really that bad.”

In light of the mind-blowing blow job she’d given me, I found myself wanting to reciprocate by going down on her.

I always loved eating pussy and the thought of diving between Katie’s own legs and giving her the eating of a lifetime turned me on greatly.

I then laid her gently back on the bed, spreading her legs and revealing a neatly shaved mound. The sight of her bald pussy made me want to eat her out even more.

I dove my head between her legs, my tongue finding the inside of her cunt and sliding it in and out of her as she began to moan softly above me as I continued to tongue fuck her deep as it would go into her opening.

“Oh, CJ!” she squealed. “Yes! Don’t stop!”

I slid my tongue out of her slit, working it up to her love button, but not touching it, licking round and round her pussy before nibbling on her lips and then flicking her clit at last as I finger fucked her tight pussy.

Within seconds, Katie had let out a moan as she began to cum; her sweet orgasm flowing into my mouth and me lapping up every drop or her nectar until she could cum no longer.

By now, my cock was stiff again; I found myself dizzy with lust and needing to fuck her.

I then teased her pussy a little with my hand. “I think you need a good fucking. Are you ready to be fucked, baby?”

“I-I don’t know. Do y-you have a condom?” Katie was hunching her pussy against my hand.

“I don’t use condoms. I don’t like the feel of them when I make love to a woman. Maybe I should just take it out when I’m ready to cum. Would that be okay?”

“Okay…” was all she could get out.

“I want to make you feel so good, baby,” I reassured her.

I reached between her legs all the way under her ass and then slowly traced her ass crack with his finger all the way to her clit.

I pulled her thighs open wider and did it again. Katie sighed and moaned at the contact I was giving her.

I traced her ass crack one more time but stopped with my finger on her pussy and began a light massage.

“Do you want me to finger fuck you, baby?”

“I-yes…. it feels so good when you touch me.”

I pushed my finger into Katie’s cunt and she arched off the bed. I then pushed a second finger into her saturated pussy and she began to shiver a little.

“Oh, CJ, I’m going to cum!”

I increased the pace of my fingers inside her until she exploded on them, gasping and moaning as she came all over them.

“I think you’re definitely ready to be fucked,” I said softly once she had finished her second orgasm.

“Do you think your cock will fit inside me? It’s so big….”

I rolled onto my knees between Katie’s legs, gripping my cock and rubbed it between the lips of her pussy. Kurtköy Escort

She arched upward, trying to capture the head. I continued to rub the head of my cock up and down her pussy, mixing her juices with my pre-cum.

“Oh God, CJ, I need your cock in me,” she moaned.

“Are you sure that you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck me,” she said. “I want you so much.”

I clenched my ass and the head of my cock slipped inside Katie’s tight cunt and I leaned down to kiss her. It was then I felt an obstacle of sorts inside her as I went to push more of my cock inside.

Katie was a virgin!

Before I could ask her if she was sure she wanted this, she bucked her hips up, forcing more of my cock into her pussy. There was no question now she wanted–needed–to be fucked.

I clenched my ass muscles again and my cock was fully embedded once I had felt her hymen pop. She was so tight, so wet and so damned hot!

“Oh CJ,” she moaned again softly. “I’ve wanted this so much…I just had to wait for the right guy to give it to…”

That had gotten me going even more; I’d had sex plenty of times even before I met Maria, but Katie had been the first cherry I had ever popped in my thirty-eight years.

I never thought fucking a virgin could feel so good!

“Katie, lift your legs and tilt your pussy. I’m going to put it against your cervix. Does that feel good, baby?”

“Oh, God, yes! Are you going to cum in me? Oh, your cock feels so good inside me….it is so big. I’m going to cum again. Are you going to pull out?”

I pulled my cock out until just the head remained. I then began to fuck Katie with long slow thrusts until both of us were grunting, groaning and gasping for air, and at the same time, I was trying not to hurt her.

“Oh CJ, you fuck me so good. I needed a man inside me so much.”

After a few more minutes, we were both nearing an orgasm.

“I’ve got to pull out now, Katie. I’m ready to cum,” I panted.

“Oh CJ, don’t pull out now. Your big cock feels so good in me. I’m almost ready to cum. Fuck me more, baby.”

I pushed my cock in to the hilt and pressed my pubic bone against Katie’s clit. This triggered her orgasm.

I could feel her pussy squeeze my cock and this sent me over the edge. I could feel the cum working up my cock as it began to throb and my ass began to clench.

Streams of my cum then began flooding into Katie’s pussy as we clung to each other in the throes of climax.

Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was open slackly. We both were making incoherent noises and perspiration was dripping from us.

When the spasms had ended, I collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried in her pussy and our tongues entwined again in a hot kiss.

“That felt so good,” she finally said. “I hope you don’t think I’m a slut for letting you do that and cum in me.”

“I couldn’t pull out. Your pussy was so tight and it felt so good. I don’t think you are a slut at all. Even virgins get horny and need a good fucking eventually. But why did you let me pop your cherry?”

“I’ve been waiting for the right man to do that with. And I knew when I moved here you were the man I wanted to give it to. Did I do okay?”

I kissed her deeply again. “That was so great that I want to fuck you again when my cock gets hard. Would you suck my cock and get me hard again?”

“Oh, CJ, just stay in my pussy,” she begged.

“But that will keep cum from running out of your pussy. You might get pregnant,” I warned.

Katie smiled. “Don’t worry. Since we have already had sex and you came in me, we may as well enjoy more of the same. It’s too late now to worry about me getting pregnant.”

We continued to kiss softly with Katie pushing her tongue between my lips and placed her heels behind my thighs.

Soon, when my cock was fully erect, Katie and I started fucking again, my dick making squelching noises when it slid into Katie’s cum-filled pussy.

This fuck was more leisurely. Neither Katie nor I were in any hurry for it to end. But soon, I felt cum start to move up my cock.

I drove it to the hilt and again squirted a large amount of semen into Katie to join the last load I had previously shot into her once-virgin cunt.

“Katie, I love you! I love you so much….” I called out as another shot of cum went inside her.

Her legs quivered and her pussy clenched on my cock as she went into the throes of another orgasm.

“Oh CJ, you fucked me so good. I needed that so much. You can fuck me anytime that you want, baby. I will suck your big cock and swallow your cum again when you need that too. I love you too and want to make you feel as good as you made me.”

I kissed her deeply, “Katie, I think you are special too. I want you to move into my bed so I can love you like this every night or how often you need it. I never thought I could be with a woman like this ever again.”

I then pulled my cock out and rolled off Katie, cuddling her as we eventually went to sleep in each other’s arms.

The following morning, we fucked again for about another hour before we took a shower together and I helped her get ready for class.

I just couldn’t get enough of that beautiful body of hers, especially now knowing I had been her first lover.

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It might not have been the wisest decision, but my sister made an emphatic decision for fly home for Christmas. She would not be talked out of it and I was naturally glad to see her. She e-mailed me her itinerary and I made sure to make it to baggage claim at the airport upon arrival. Sometimes flying cross country from the West Coast delays the arrival an hour or so, and the same was true here, even with the fraction of the people flying this year than in years before.

I gave her a slightly uncomfortable hug when we waited for her luggage to arrive. I wanted her but didn’t want to make it too obvious. And, oddly enough, she certainly was glad to see me. I’d rented a car to take us over to my parents’ house and we began to small talk. My parents never left the house because of COVID, so I was trying to think of a way for us to fool around undetected. Renting a motel would have been suspect and unsafe. I knew I was going to make my fantasies come true, but it would all have to hinge on timing.

The whole car ride home, it was arousing to never have to guess again what she looked like naked. She’d never drawn attention to her huge breasts, and I knew why now. Fortunately, I knew now that they were sized 34 D. Gravity shifted them slightly downward, but they were very attractive, even if they weren’t strictly perfect. Now that I had the evidence, I’d done my research.

The flight had originally been set to arrive at 10:30, but delays had pushed the time of arrival an hour later. We wouldn’t be home until midnight. My parents would be asleep by then.

“I’ve really missed you.” Usually, she wasn’t this affectionate or honest, but there was something longing and yearning about the statement.

“I’ve missed you too.” I replied. Had I ever.

We arrived at the house and parked the car in the driveway. Being quiet, my key opened the door and we walked into the den of the house. Gratefully, my parents were asleep, as we had expected.

“Let’s go talk in your room.” She was adamant about the placement and the immediacy for some reason.

There was something clearly on her mind that had been on her mind for a long time. She got right to the point. That was typical for her. She never beat around the bush.

Some families try to play pretend and bury their sensitive topics in webs of denial. Ours got issues directly into the open, and so she was acting no differently than we’d been raised.

First, her eyes flashed with anger. “The porn site I posed İstanbul Escort for told me that my brother had contacted them trying to take my set down.”

“You posed nude for a site?” I questioned, playing coy, completely denying knowledge. It was a weak defense, and I knew it.

“Don’t bullshit me. I made a lot of money that way. The longer you stay up online, the more money you make.”

I was immediately defensive. “How was I to know that?” I just visit porn sites. I have no idea how they work. I don’t know how much you make or don’t make.”

Her anger evaporated, and she took on a sensuous attitude instead. She had been playing head games. She had been playing coy.

“On second thought,” she cooed, it was kind of sweet. I know you didn’t want my employer to know. I know you didn’t want Mom and Dad to know. But if you really want me bad enough to protect me, I’ll give you what you want.”

To refresh your mind, the video of her I’d seen earlier showed a behind-the-scenes look of the photoshoots. She’d climbed down a large root on the edge of the Pacific Ocean. Her legs were coated with greyish colored sand. She’d basked in the warm sun, humping the ground, grinning, as her head tilted counterclockwise into the sun.

The next segment of the video transpired inside a brightly lighted hut she’d stretched out, poking her furry vagina towards the camera lens. She swung back and forth in tune with the flashes of the camera. At the end, she’d stood on her hands and knees at the banks of the ocean, until she lost her balance, found her way back onto her feet, and as her ass twerked back and forth, she walked off stage. The video concluded.

It was a strange one, arousing in its own way, but I’d really wanted her to contribute one of the masturbation videos that the other models had taken part in throughout the site. Still, I’d hit the jackpot to receive what I’d had, and now, I was getting even more.

“I have to admit,” she stated, “I wanted to dance for the camera instead, but they insisted.”

“Would you like me to dance for you, big brother?”

She began to gyrate for me, removing one article of clothing at a time. After she sensuously slid them off, she tossed them at me. First it was the black kerchief in which she’d put up her hair. The dreadlocks she’d had in the pictures and video I’d seen were apparently long gone. Then she removed a black Megadeth t-shirt of which she’d cut the sleeves out. Then a brown cotton bra, Anadolu Yakası Escort which she unclasped from behind her back before turning it sideways across her torso, flipping over the cups. This she let drop to the floor.

She reached under her grey flowing cotton skirt, revealing a light blue pair of silk panties with tiny black fishes in a pattern. Her hands grabbed the elastic waistband and pulled them down. I had a new surprise in store for me. In the ten years since I’d seen this display for myself, she’d pierced her pussy lips.

Their appearance made me even harder. I wondered what they’d feel like when I licked her and fucked her. Would they make her cum harder? I knew they’d make me shoot like nobody’s business. The very thought was erotic enough.

They poked out sideways, colored aquamarine and black. Then she spread her pussy lips wide open for me, the full promise now moments away.

“So, you’re a real whore now,” I grinned.

“Yes,” she said, teasingly, “and not only that, I’m your whore.”

My hands drifted down to her ass, which was toned and more muscular than it had been in the photos and video I’d viewed earlier. I began to take full handfuls and squeeze. Her eyes closed involuntarily, and she took a sharp inhale of breath. Over the course of time, I knew she’d started running and wasn’t the same slightly chubby hippie that she’d been earlier in life.

“Yes, big brother,” she intoned. “Spank me.”

Before I’d found the nude pics and video, I’d noted she’d made some superficial changes to her skin and body, but tonight had proved that she’d stayed natural. I noticed she’d been liberal with the tattoo ink on the back of her calves. That was unfortunate. It was not a good look for her. I think tattoos can be easily overdone.

My attention drifted down between her legs. I kissed her upper thighs and across her stomach. As I took a greedy glance, I saw those same reddish brown, thick pubes. While she was standing upright, or spread out sideways, I couldn’t see her clitoris or pussy lips through them because the hair was so coarse and copious. It wasn’t until she dropped down to her knees to suck me off that I saw evidence of a tiny bit of skin hanging downward.

Her warm mouth took in the whole of my shaft. Then she began licking the underside of the head of my cock, that upside down triangle. I began to pre-cum at the thought of being sexed by my sister, finally, and had to distract myself from blowing Üsküdar Escort my load right then and there. She kissed the side of my cock, then sucked me back in, all the way. She could deep throat. Perfect.

And in my sex haze, I wanted it all. She’d lost the slight pooch, the three slight fat rolls from ten years before. It was a shame. In one of my fantasies, I’d wanted to pull out of her at the last minute and shoot all over them, maybe being forceful enough with my ejaculation for some semen to make its way into her belly button. The only thing that disappointed me slightly about her body is that she didn’t have a dark happy trail. It was there, but it was very light and easy to miss unless you had a sharp eye.

Her ass wasn’t as large as before, but it was still pretty broad. I wonder if she’d take my cock up her asshole. Somehow, I knew that would take some coaxing, but I had my favorite lube, silicon-based, which had always worked well before. Some women have a ton of hair rimming their anus. She did not.

Something else I’d always wanted to do is to shoot my load across her asshole and the back of her pussy. I have an impregnation fantasy. I don’t really want to get a woman pregnant in reality, but there must be a part of my brain that dates back to cavemen days that feels that biological urge. It made me want to blow my load harder at the thought of getting my sister knocked up.

Now it was time to lick her out. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted her to cum around my tongue and my mouth. I smelled how wet she was and remembered how much fun it is to perform cunnilingus.

“Oh, God.” She squealed, biting her lip to keep from being too loud. My tongue circled her clit, sucking a labia all the way into my mouth. Then I rotated circling the clit, first counterclockwise, then clockwise, then back again. Then up and down, licking.

Her thighs began to shake involuntarily.

“Put your finger in me,” she begged.

I took the index finger of my right hand and began to rub and penetrate the bottom of her pussy, in and out. The sensation has always felt so strange to me and I try to be as gentle as I can. She moaned louder.

My tongue flicked her clit again and, gingerly at first, I sucked on one of the labia piercings. It felt strange. I poked my tongue through the one on the right-hand side.

“Mmmm.” She finally came. She came so hard that her whole pelvis thrust upwards, nearly making contact with my forehead. “Uhhhh, fuck!”

We lay back, side by side on the bed, cuddling, exhausted.

“Brother,” she said. “I would love to keep going but I had such a long day today. I’ll be here for another two or three days. We can pick this up again later.”

I couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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Prologue:

It wouldn’t be an understatement to say that I was very excited to return home during my college break. Last six months, which sometimes felt like an eternity, was the longest, I had ever been away from home. During this time away from home, I had crossed two very important milestones of my short adult life.

I crossed my 18th year on earth and I lost my virginity. Although, the way I lost my virginity, many may scoff at my achievement. I paid for it. Having failed to persuade any of the girls I knew to have sex with me, I went to a professional- meaning, I visited a whorehouse. My first and only attempt at having sex was not a very memorable one. It lasted less than 3 minutes. And, it did cost me money equivalent to my two weeks allowance.

I am fully aware that in the annals of successful events in one’s life, it may not be considered as an worthwhile individual event, nonetheless it was a monumental occurrence in my life. Now, I could brag to my friends; in my hometown, that I was a virgin no more.

But deep down inside, I was craving for real love. I wanted someone to love, someone to talk with and someone to have wild sex with. ‘Is it too much to ask for? May be so, but nothing wrong dreaming about it.’

I had no idea at that time that this trip home would change my life forever. All my dreams and fantasies became reality and came to fruition in such a way that I could not have imagined.

1.

I was very happy and pleasantly surprised to see my mother when she came out running to greet me. She had changed considerably in six months- all for the better. The sparkles in her eyes were back, there was a extra bounce in her step and she had gained back the weight she had lost. Last time when I left her she was still grieving and struggling to recover from the devastating loss that happened in our lives.

My father died in a horrendous car crash about 2 years ago. He was not only her husband and father of her only child; he was her best friend too. They were childhood sweethearts and never had spent a night apart from each other. She was devastated and lost her will to live. She lost lots of weight and quit her job. She barely kept any contact with outside world. But I guessed she carried on with the chores of life’s daily grinds; although visibly painfully, because of her teenaged son- me. So, when my time came to go to college, I did not want to leave her alone. But she insisted that it was my father’s wish for me to go to this college, which was about 500 kilometer from our hometown. So, I relented and went to this far away and very expensive college to fulfill my deceased father’s wish.

“Welcome home Ajoy!” She affectionately hugged me and kissed me on the cheeks. “It’s so good to see you, son.”

“Likewise Ma!” I refrained from commenting on how good and fit she looked. But I genuinely felt uneasy as for the first time in my life, I felt the touch of her breasts on my chest. Sweet aroma of her perfume filled my nostrils. I was embarrassed.

“Go to your room and freshen up.” Breaking the hug, she suggested. “I’ll have lunch ready in 30 minutes. We’ll talk then and I’ve so many things to ask you.” It was obvious she was genuinely happy to have her only son back and her unbridled joy was infectious.

I was happy to retreat to my room- fleeing from the awkward moments I just experienced. I found my room exactly the way I left it 6 months ago. Lots of fond memories came rushing back into my head. In this very room, I masturbated for the first time in my life. In this very room, I had watched countless porno movies and flipped through pages of hundreds of adult magazines. ‘It is good to be home.’ I thought as I began to unpack slowly.

Lunch was a feast. My mother had cooked everything that I liked. While I feasted she kept asking me all sort of questions- about my college life, studies and my friends of both sexes. I realized she wanted to know if I had any girlfriends but was not asking me directly.

“No, Ma, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Smiling broadly, I volunteered the information.

“That’s your personal business, mister.” Smiling sheepishly, she continued. “But if you don’t have a girlfriend, don’t despair, I’ll find you a wife after you graduate. And, believe you me wives make the best girlfriends. I was your father’s only girl friend.”

‘Ah, arraigned marriage!’ I thought. ‘It still reigns supreme in our culture. Although young people these days have started to defy this age old tradition in selecting their mates.’

“I’ve to wait that long!” Laughing out loud, I joked. “I was hoping you would find a girlfriend or wife for me sooner than that.”

“Smarty pant.” She playfully slapped at my arm. “No marriage before you graduate.”

My parents got married when my mother was only 17 and my father was one year older than her. Their parents hurriedly arranged my parents’ marriage when my mother accidentally got pregnant with me. But I did not want to bring that point up Bostancı Escort at that point.

“Ma, my life is in your capable hands. I’ll do whatever you ask me to do.”

“That’s my boy.” She affectionately said. “Now go to your room and rest up while I clean up here.”

As my mother stood up and turned her back towards me, I could not help but noticed her thin waist and flair up of her tight buttocks. I always knew she was a beautiful woman in a motherly way. But as her ass swayed; even though very slightly, I realized for the first time in my life, she was a very sexy woman too. And at age 36, she was still in her prime. I was ashamed as I felt a twitch in my penis.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ I silently shouted at me. ‘Why I’m thinking of my own mother in that way?’ But unbeknownst to her, her movements were not helping me to calm down. As she leaned over the sink to put some dishes down, top of her sari, that was covering her blouse slipped and I could clearly see the cone shaped slope of her left breast from my vantage point. Even though it was completely covered within her blouse, I had never looked at her breasts this way. ‘That will be a handful of flesh to fondle.’ I thought as my penis twitched again.

Feeling embarrassed and very frustrated with myself, I quickly retreated to my room. Six months ago, when I left for college, she was still mourning the death of my father for months. She had lost about 20 kilos and looked ill. She became numb, like a lifeless tree, with the indescribable shock of her sorrow and kind of retreated within herself. I did not know what had happened during the time I was away, she had gained back most of the weight and all in the right places. But most importantly she looked alive and the zeal of living was back in her.

Back in my room I was feeling remorse for my sinful thinking about my loving mother. I knew I had grown up in last 6 months and tasted the fruit of sex, but found no reason to think her as a sexual object. ‘Get a grip on your libido, buddy.’ I reprimanded myself. ‘It is your own mother for crying out loud.’

I started to feel very guilty. Then I remembered I had not given her the gift that I had brought for her. It was a replica of our college, made of brass. I knew she would love it as she always liked collecting showpieces. Still feeling guilty, I took the gift out and walked towards her room. But she was not in her room. I looked outside her back window and found her briskly walking in the backyard towards the gate that led to our mango garden. Very curious, I decided to follow her.

Our mango garden was my grandpa’s creation and it was his pride and joy. He even built a small hut in the middle the garden. In the summer time, he used to hire a guard to hide in the hut to protect his beloved mangos from thieves.

When I entered the garden, I could not see my mother anywhere. Quietly, I walked towards the hut. The hut was not much of a construction. It was built with mud up to my waist and walls were made of straws.

“Ajoy is home.” I heard her voice as I came near to the hut. “We should not see each other like this when he is here.”

“I had to see you baby,” I heard a man’s pleading voice to my dismay, “I’m going away for few days.”

I went closer and through the thin straw wall saw everything. My mother was in a tight embrace with a man and they were kissing each other.

I knew the man. He was our neighbor and my father’s distant cousin- Dilip. I called him Dilip kaka(uncle). But at that time I would probably call him by few other nasty names that I could not write here. Right then he became my enemy number one.

While kissing my mother, Dilip started to undress her. Soon I was looking at my mother’s naked back side. Her luxuriant long silky hair covered most of her back. But my eyes immediately focused at her firm round buttocks. A deep ass crack evenly divided her fabulous globes. Through out my life I had always seen her dressed very conservatively-in three layers of clothing- bra and panties covered by petticoat and blouse, and finally the whole body wrapped around in a sari. Only skin I had ever seen was her bare arms. Now, I was looking at her naked backside!

I had never realized she owned such beautiful pairs of well toned thighs and long legs. Her naked legs made her look much taller. But my eyes soon focused higher. Her fabulous breasts were peeking out from underneath her arms. Although I could not see her nipples, it was a sight to behold for posterity. Looking at my naked mother, even from backside, I confirmed my earlier assumption. ‘Yes, she is one very sexy woman.’

Dilip broke their kisses and gently pushed my mother downwards. With other hand he pulled his shorts down. It became crystal clear to me what he wanted her to do next. Without any hesitation, she went down on her knees and took his cock in her mouth.

‘My good, my mother is a cocksucker!’ I gasped with utter disgust.

She earnestly Kadıköy Escort began to suck his cock as it began to grow. Even though I was disgusted with what was going on inside the hut, I found one little silver lining in all this. ‘My cock is much bigger than his!’

There was a straw mat on the floor and after a while he pushed my mother down on that floor mat. As she settled herself on the mat, my eyes glued to her beautiful breasts. They looked much larger than I had ever imagined and stood firmly over her chest with two very dark nipples adorning the center.

‘They nourished me when I was a baby.’ I thought. But my joyful reminiscence soon turned sour as Dilip lowered his mouth and began to suck those nipples. And, apparently she was enjoying his administration too. One of her hands softly began to wade through his thinning hair and she started to make soft moaning sounds. I got really excited when he removed his mouth from her breasts and began to go down. Prospect of seeing my mother’s vagina excited me beyond belief. But he was taking his sweet time.

He kissed and licked her belly and sucked her navel for a while. All the while his body was blocking my view of her vagina. Finally, after a long time, he placed himself between her lags and she spread her legs very wide exposing her most secretive part for her lover.

My heart started to beat faster and my palms became clammy with nervous sweat. I could not believe my eyes that I was looking directly at my mothers naked and exposed pussy. What surprised me the most was to see her pussy was completely shaven. Her vagina lips were fat and meaty. And, some juices started to ooze out of her slit. Even from this distance, I could see her pussy was quivering with excitement.

Then Dilip lowered his mouth on her pussy. But I was surprised to see that he was neither licking nor eating her pussy. He was just dry kissing her pussy- not even using his tongue.

‘What a fool! I retorted to myself. Even with my inexperience, I knew this was not the way to eat a beautiful pussy. ‘I can eat that pussy inside out much better than you, stupid fool.’

After dry kissing her pussy lamely for a while he came on top of my beautiful mother. He shoved his cock inside the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen and began to fuck her. His body totally blocked my view of my sexy mother. Only thing I could see now was his hairy back and slow rotation of his ugly fat ass. And, that was all I could take. Totally disgusted and smothered with an unknown anger that I could not explain, I decided to leave my mother’s and her lover’s fuck scene.

2.

I bolted out of our house and went straight to a park. I sat in a deserted corner to think through what I had just witnessed. I was seething with anger at my mother’s shameless affair. It took a while, but I realized my anger was being fueled by jealousy.

‘But why I am so jealous? I don’t have any reason to be jealous, do I? She is single, beautiful and sexy. She can fuck whoever her lonely and horny heart desires.’

Then a creepy thought appeared within my conflicting mind.

‘Do I want to fuck my own mother? No way!’ I tried hard to slaughter the ugly thought that was buzzing within my conflicting mind, at its inception. ‘The thought, by itself, is sickening and outrageous. I’m her son. A son does not fuck his own mother!’

As I tried to calm myself down- then another new thought besieged my troubled mind. The new thought was not a rosy one by any stretch of my imagination. It was even darker and frightening. It could have far reaching implication and could destroy everything around us.

The new pervasive thought was fear. It spread all over my psyche. It was obvious, my beautiful, sexy and very lonely mother had taken a lover. I was sure it was Dilip who took advantage of her loneliness. And, it had apparently changed her life and brought her back from a severe depression.

‘But why she has chosen to start an affair with a married man?’ This question raised its ugly head within my mind and I became genuinely concerned. ‘Doesn’t she realize the consequences of getting caught and subsequent scandal? What she is thinking? Is she that desperate?’

I knew all the answers. Yes, she was desperate and was not thinking through the consequences. I also knew Dilip’s wife Mala- Mala kaki (aunt) to me, was a very demanding and domineering woman. She was overweight and out of shape woman and was famous for her violent temper tantrum outbursts. If she ever came to find out about this affair, she would probably kill both her husband and my mother or do severe bodily harm.

‘I must save my mother from this dangerous liaison.’

I became really scared for my mother’s safety and well being. I needed to do something to protect my mother. But what? I knew I could never talk with her about sexual matters. ‘It is an unwritten taboo in our society. In our culture a son never talks about sex with his mother. Mother and sex- two Göztepe Escort words, are never mentioned in same sentence.’ I could hang around with her so she could not be alone with Dilip. But I realized that would be, at best, a temporary solution. What would happen after I return to college in 4 weeks? I did not have any clues whatsoever.

When I returned home, a very cheerful mother greeted me. I tried to act as normal as possible. But it proved to be a very difficult task. Knowing her intimate secret and keeping a straight face was really a tougher job than I had anticipated. So after dinner, I told her I was tired and went to bed.

But I could not sleep. The moment I closed my eyes, her naked and sexy body appeared inside my head. Her curvaceous figures materialized in my mind. Her large and firm breasts appeared in my vision. I could see her firm and rounded ass swaying seductively in front of my eyes. Her quivering pussy was enticing me to eat her out. Within my mind, I replaced Dilip with myself. It was me who was kissing and fondling her firm and large breasts. It was me who was eating her pussy and it was my cock that was fucking her.

That night, for the first time in my life, I masturbated thinking of my sexy mother. And, I reached a monumental conclusion. Yes, I would fuck my own mother to save her from the dangerous liaison. In the peach darkness of my room, my thought seemed to be the only logical way to steer her away from the dangerous path she had chosen.

‘I must save my mother from this dangerous liaison.’

3.

Next morning I awoke up in a new world of reality. In this world I needed to save my mother from herself. And, I would consider all and every options. I would commit, if necessary, the ultimate taboo- the unthinkable sin- having sex with my own mother.

But how? At that moment I was clueless as ever.

With my head spinning with all the new thoughts inside, I went to get the newspaper from the front porch. I heard someone was calling my name. When I looked up I saw it was the public enemy number 1, in the flesh- the source all my troubles and discomforts-Dilip kaka himself. He was on his motor cycle and was impatiently waving at me again to come down to him. ‘He must be in a hurry.’ I thought. I wanted to go down and slug him, but instead I slowly stepped down the stairs towards his motorbike. He impatiently pulled out an envelope. As he was rushing to get the envelope out, his cell phone came out of his pocket and dropped on the grass.

“Ajoy, give this to your mother.” He told me like a man who was already very late for an appointment. “This is the tax form. I’ve checked and corrected it; and everything is in order now. Tell her to mail it back with a check.” Saying that he restarted his bike and took off without even noticing his dropped phone. I picked up the phone and wanted to smash it but for some reason decided against it.

At breakfast table I handed the envelope to my mother and told her what Dilip had told me.

“You know your Dilip kaka has helped me a lot.” She said. “Without him I wouldn’t know what to do with this tax thing.”

“May be you should pay him for his services.” I commented casually.

“Perhaps. But the problem is he would not accept any money.” Taking a sip from her tea cup, she replied.

“Nobody works for free.” I continued. “He may want something someday.”

“Well…..” she said with little unease, “he has everything. I don’t think he wants anything.”

I looked at my mother directly as she looked away avoiding direct eye contact with me. “I hope so.”

I did not tell her that I knew Dilip was getting paid for more than what he deserved for his services.

After lunch I went to my room. I brought Dilip’s cell phone out and wanted to see if I could find any more of his secrets. With that in my mind I opened his massage folder. ‘This guy is reckless.’First thought came to my mind when saw his massage folder.’He never deletes his massages. He is leaving fingerprints of his affairs all over. He is asking for trouble.’ His wife could easily access massages and calls if she wanted to. His recklessness only confirmed my earlier assumption.

‘I must save my mother from this dangerous liaison.’

I found my mother’s massages to him in inbox and his massages in outbox. I started reading their back and forth massages and suddenly an idea clicked within my head.

I sent a massage to my mother using his cell phone. “I must see you tonight.”

“We should not.” Came the reply shortly. “Ajoy is here. Beside I thought you’re out of town.”

“I could not go today.” I lied. “I’ll leave tomorrow. Please see me tonight at 8 pm in the hut.”

No response came for a while. Shortly I found out why. She came to my room. “Ajoy, what’s is your plan for tonight?”

“I’m going to have dinner with some friends.” I responded with a bald face lie.

“You’re already tired of my cooking, huh?” She joked.

“I’ll never get tired of your cooking, you know that, don’t you?” I nervously added. “These guys just want to eat Chinese food today.” The lies were piling up.

“It’s okay, son.” She said reassuringly. “Trying different type foods is good for your taste bud.”

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I followed Jan’s advice and started wearing some sexy clothes around the house. Nothing unsubtle.

When I wore stockings I’d make sure the tops were visible only when I sat down and crossed my legs. Short skirts only showed my knickers when I bent right over or reached up to a high shelf. Loose tops would reveal cleavage and a glimpse of lacy bra only by bending forward.

Of course, I couldn’t resist occasionally rubbing my breasts against Dad’s arm or dropping something at his feet so I had to bend down in front of him knowing he had a good view down my top.

Unfortunately the new wardrobe was putting rather a strain on my meagre finances but to see the look on Mum and Dad’s faces was worth it.

After a while of doing this I had started to notice that some of my clothes in my bedroom were being moved. Nothing too drastic but dresses weren’t hung up properly and my underwear drawer was a bit messed up. Also the laundry bin lid was occasionally out of place slightly.

I thought Mum might have been through on her cleaning up sessions. I decided to ask her when I next remembered.

A few days later, it was early evening and we had just had tea. I helped Mum with the washing up while Dad sat at the dinner table. I knew he was watching so I gave him a treat by bending over as I put away. He would have easily seen my sheer honey stocking tops and nice clean white panties. It was then I remember what I was going to ask her.

“Mum, have you been rooting around in my room recently?” I asked casually.

“No, dear. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I’ve noticed my clothes have been moved around and someone’s been through my knicker drawer.”

Mum went white and half turned to look at Dad. I glanced over where she was looking and saw that Dad had gone a deep shade of red.

“Um, oh yes, I wanted to see if you had any washing.” She managed to stammer but the hesitation told me she was lying.

I turned her around to face me firmly clasping her shoulders. I tenderly brushed the hair away from her face then let my fingers trace down her neckline. I let my nails graze her breasts as my hands travelled down to her waist.

“Mum, its me you’re talking to. What’s going on?” I asked her quietly as I pressed myself against her.

She looked a little nervous so I told her there was nothing to worry about. Then I brushed my cheek against hers and whispered conspiratorially, “Just tell me if your tits are feeling nice.”

I leaned back and looked at her and she just nodded.

“Do you mean your big tits, Mum?” And before she could answer I added, “And your big nipples too.”

I heard her barely whisper, “Yes.”

I put my lips back to her ear and whispered, “Tell Daddy about your big tits and nipples.”

I let my tongue flick at her ear lobe then trace along her neck, nuzzling her as I went. For good measure I pressed my hand down and pushed my fingers into her skirt forcing it between her legs. I heard her gasp.

“Go on, Mummy.” I urged.

“John?” Her voice was quivering slightly.

I turned round to look at Dad. He had been watching us whispering and touching. I could see his right arm moving and knew he had his cock out and in his hand, stroking it.

“John, my tits and nipples are feeling heavy and tingly.” Mum told him.

I heard him groan.

“Tell him to sit where we can see his cock, Mum.” Again whispering in her ear and keeping the pressure on her through her skirt.

“John, we need to see your cock. Move to the chair where Sarah can see you.” Mum told him.

Dad looked a bit shocked but did as he was told. His erect cock was sticking out of his trousers. I could already see the head glistening with pre-cum.

“Tell him he can wank but mustn’t cum yet.” Maltepe Escort I whispered.

Mum gave a little squeak. She was pushing back against my hand now and wasn’t concentrating.

“Mum, tell him we are not ready for any spunk yet.”

Mum relayed what I had whispered to her and Dad’s hand slowed down as he stroked up and down his hard prick.

While Mum was talking to Dad I undid her top revealing her bra. Then I reached down and hiked her skirt up.

“Mum, you’re wearing tights and knickers.” I giggled.

“Dad, I’m going to pull Mum’s tights down now.”

I knew how much under my control they were. Deep down they wanted to do these naughty things but it was breaking down that taboo barrier I just couldn’t get through.

I could tell Dad was excited and he found it difficult to answer.

“We’ll have her in just her knickers in a minute.” I teased.

“Yes, Sarah.” He managed and I watched as his prick strained against his hand.

I knelt down in front of Mum and buried my face into her knickers. I let my tongue press into the material forcing it into her slit. She was soaking wet and I heard her moaning above me.

I managed to turn enough to watch Dad masturbating. He was trying to control himself but it can’t have been easy watching his daughter tonguing her mother.

I stopped and stood up again and pressed my lips to my mothers. I let my tongue sneak between her lips and felt her reciprocate as I fondled her big floppy breasts, easing one out of her bra cup to squeeze her big nipple.

She was gasping as I broke away.

“I love watching Daddy stroke his big prick, Mum.” I whispered to her.

She could tell where this was heading and it was turning her on hugely. Her mouth was slightly open as she waited for me to say it.

“Do you think Daddy wants to fuck me again, Mum?” I teased.

She paused and looked at me with utter lust welling up inside her.

“Yes, Sarah. He wants to fuck you.”

My hand slipped between her legs and I let my fingers dance very lightly over her sex through her silky knickers.

“What was Dad doing in my room, Mum?”

Mum looked shocked.

“How did you know it was him?” She asked.

“I didn’t, but now you’ve confirmed it you better fess up, Mum.” I fought down a giggle and stepped up my teasing of her pussy. I could tell she was torn: Loyalty or stopping me torturing her hot slit. I looked over at Dad who looked mortified.

“Oh, Sarah. Your Dad likes to, um. He likes to play with your dirty knickers.”

I really giggled this time.

“He likes to play with them?” I scoffed.

“Yes. He’ll sniff a pair so he can smell you and use another pair to wank with.” Mum blurted out. Her hips were moving trying to get firmer contact with my fingers. I wasn’t finished with her questioning yet.

“How do you know all this, Mum?” I asked again flicking a nail momentarily against her clit.

“Ahh, Sarah, please. I like to watch him. I like to watch him spunk off into your knickers.” She wailed.

“Wow, that’s kinky.” I smiled. “And what about the clean ones?”

“He likes to wear them. Wear your underwear. He likes to fuck me while he’s wearing it.”

Looking at Dad he was seriously embarrassed. But his erection hadn’t diminished and he was still stroking himself: He was very turned on by this too.

“And my dresses?” I finally asked as I was getting fidgety too.

“Those too, Sarah. He likes to dress up as a little girl.”

“Ooh, Mum, that’s so naughty. Does that turn you on too, Mum?”

“Yes, god yes. Now, Sarah, please let me cum, pleeease.” She begged.

I gave in. Feeling my own juices seep into my knickers I was desperate to see her cum too.

I pressed Anadolu Yakası Escort my fingers deep into her slit through her knickers and sawed them up and down. My knuckle ground into her clit as she pressed hard up against me.

Her arm wrapped around me like a vice and I felt her flood against my hand, moaning into my ear. Her hips jerked against me hard, twice as her spasms took her body. I twisted my fingers into the gusset of her knickers and let my fingers slip through her juiciness.

“Mmm, Mum, you’ve had a big cum in your knickers. They’re all wet and slippery. I think they’re ruined Mum. Tell Dad.” I whispered to her.

We both looked over at Dad who was still pumping his stiff prick and watching us.

“John, Sarah has made my knickers very wet. She made me cum in my knickers.” Mum told him.

Dad just groaned and looked at us. I had to admire his fortitude and self-control. Most men I knew would have spunked by now. The sight of him stroking his cock and the thought of him dressed up in my clothes had me very jittery now and I needed some relief.

I turned back to Mum and slipped her knickers down to her knees. I took her hand and pulled it up my skirt and forced her to push it down the front of my own knickers and into my sodden slit. I gasped out loud at the contact. I turned around to Dad making sure he could see we were fingering each other.

“See, Dad.” I showed him as I pushed two fingers into Mum’s pussy, “This is how real girls can fuck each other. Do you think you can do this dressed up as a little girl in one of my dresses, my bra and my pants?”

It didn’t take much to make Mum cum again. My fingers were running with her juices. I nastily raised them to my mouth and made a show of licking them before running my finger tips over her lips. I gasped a little as she opened her mouth and sucked my fingers inside. It was so sexy.

“Now, Mum, I’m going to take Daddy away for a few minutes so you’ll have to keep yourself going for a while.” I told her as I pulled her hand out of my knickers and guided it to her sopping pussy.

“There, Mum. Stroke yourself until Dad and I get back. We won’t be long.”

I went over to Dad and smiled at him.

“Come along. Let’s see what we can find.” I told him.

He got up and I took him by the hand. He followed me like a little boy, looking down, embarrassed but subservient. His erection bobbed in front of him and it was all I could do not to touch it.

I took him to my room and told him to get undressed while I set out some suitable clothes for him. Fortunately my Dad isn’t a big man and keeps himself quite trim. Although the clothes weren’t a perfect fit, with a bit of stretching I managed to get him dressed up.

He wore a nice lacy white bra and matching knickers, my stockings and a nice short skirt and blouse. I convinced him to put on some makeup and a touch of lipstick.

“Now, almost perfect, Dad. It’s just your hair. What are we going to do about that short crop. It doesn’t look right at all.”

“I have a wig, I use.” He offered. “It’s in our room.”

I was amazed. It was almost like he was coming alive and had swallowed his embarrassment.

We got his wig and went back downstairs to the kitchen. Mum was in a chair now with her legs apart slowly stroking herself with a faraway look in her eyes. When we came in her eyes widened and she sat up to look at us taking in the sight of Dad dressed up in my clothes. I watched as she fingered herself deeply.

“This is my sister Jane, Mum. Do you think she looks pretty?” I asked.

Mum fell in with the play acting right away.

“Yes, Sarah. Your sister looks a very pretty girl.”

I turned to Dad.

“Jane, lift up your skirt and İstanbul Escort show Mummy your pretty little knickers.” I commanded.

Dad gave Mum an embarrassed smile as he lifted his skirt up. Both Mum and I could see that he could barely hide the big swelling in his knickers.

Mum was as bad as I was now and asked.

“Does Jane have a cock, Sarah?”

I smiled broadly and answered.

“She has a huge prick, Mum.”

Mum slipped another finger inside and asked. “Can I see her big prick, Sarah?”

I turned to Dad and told him. “Take your prick out, Jane, and show Mummy.”

Dad fiddled with the gusset of his knickers and pulled them aside. He then pulled out his stiff prick and dangling ball sack.

“She has a lovely big prick, Sarah. It must ache rather. Why don’t you touch it for her.” Mum suggested.

I could see Mum was getting off on this just as much as Dad and I were. She had started to take the lead now and I wondered just how far she would go. I reached over and clasped my fist around his firm cock.

“How about you, Sarah.” She continued. “Do you have a nice prick for me to see too?”

“No Mum, Sarah’s got a cunt.” Dad joined in this time which rather surprised me.

Looking back I suppose that ‘in character’ he could get away with it. He was someone else and didn’t need to be embarrassed any more.

“I’d like to see Sarah’s cunt. Jane can you lift up Sarah’s short skirt so we can look at it?”

Mum was getting more and more forward.

Dad reached over and pushed my skirt up. His hands brushed against me as he did so sending a shiver down my spine.

“Oh Sarah,” Complained Dad, “Your knickers are in the way. Mummy can’t see your cunt properly.”

With his spare hand he reached over and hooked his finger inside the leg of my panties and pushed the crotch to one side.

“That’s better. ” Cried Mum, slowly fingering herself. “It’s such a pretty cunt, Sarah. Would you like Jane to play with your pretty cunt?”

“Yes please, Mummy.” I replied, practically gasping. “I’d love to have Jane’s fingers up inside it just like you Mum.”

“Jane. You heard Sarah. Put your fingers up Sarah’s cunt.”

I looked down at Dad’s fingers as he pushed aside my slippery pussy lips and pushed one then a second finger deep up inside me. I groaned loudly at the delightful intrusion.

Mum watched as we masturbated each other until she clearly had had enough of being left out.

“I think Jane’s big prick looks good enough to eat, Sarah.” She said getting off her chair. “Would you like to feed me Jane’s delicious prick?”

Kneeling down in front of Dad in his girl’s clothes I guided his prick into Mum’s waiting mouth. I watched as she ran her tongue around it as she took it between her lips all the while still fingering her pussy.

Dad’s fingers in my pussy became a little more erratic as Mum pleasured him. Mum could tell and I felt her hand slide up my leg and her fingers replace Dad’s squishing about in my sopping hole.

Even in my state of high sexual arousal I could tell that Mum expertly took Dad to the brink and back at least a couple of times before letting it slip from her lips. I continued to stroke his slippery cock as Mum looked up at us both.

“You know,” She said. “I think Jane’s nice stiff prick would fit nicely in your hot, wet cunt, Sarah. Shall we try it?”

I was in such a state I would have agreed to anything. I found myself being guided onto the kitchen table and Mum easing my legs apart.

I knew Dad wouldn’t last very long but it didn’t matter. I was on the brink myself and as Mum guided his stiff pole into my saturated hole I could feel myself slide towards orgasmic bliss.

As Dad fucked me in his girly outfit and Mum squeezed and played with my breasts watching and fingering herself I came and came again.

I was vaguely aware of Dad’s prick pulsing and jerking as he spunked off inside me and just hoped we wouldn’t end with regret and embarrassment.

I wanted more, much more of this.

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Rosemary, or Rose as she was known, was in her home getting ready to go and meet her best friend Anna in town at 11.00, they had been friends forever.

They had first met when they were three years old, and now at 38 years, they were still the same.

Everyone who knew them including their husbands, all said they should have been twins.

As they had grown up and into their teens, they had experimented as lovers too, not that it led to anything more, they were both certainly heterosexual, and had no desires to be lesbian.

They had even swapped boyfriends on occasions!

They knew everything there was to know about each other, each others families, and each others secrets.

They were like two peas from the same pod.

They were both married now, and even got married within 4 months of each other.

Both had two children, Anna had 2 boys and Rosemary also had 2 boys, although Anna’s were just a little older than hers.

Both were housewives, their respective husbands had good jobs and they both lived life to the fullest.

Rose’s eldest boy Rob was nearly 20 and in college, the youngest Gary, was just turned 18, and waiting to go after summer.

Anna’s 2 boys were at college already.

Rose set off in her car to meet Anna in town; they were going to have a shop day!

Lunch, and then more shopping, they both loved it.

After they had met up, Rose guessed it was the wrong time of month for Anna, her face was dark, she could tell she was tired, and felt ill. Rose immediately cancelled their day and sent Anna home; the only thing that would ever alleviate her cramps was bed rest.

This was the only difference between them that made them different, Rose’s periods came and went, absolutely no problems at all.

Rose did a little shopping on her own, but wasn’t in the mood for it now, she returned to her car and went home.

Rose was 38 years old, 5ft 8″ish, good looking without being beautiful, very attractive really, had a good body, lovely face, nice hair, and all in all, she considered her self fortunate to look the way she did.

She was a sexual woman, the only fault she could really lay at her husband’s door, was his lack of sexual prowess. He was a good lover when he felt like it; the trouble was he didn’t feel like it anywhere near as often as Rose did!

Rose for her part had had 2 brief affairs at times when she was on a low about her lack of sexual attention from him.

Anna of course knew it all, and sympathised with her.

She was her best friend so Anna supported her all the way.

‘It really is a beautiful summer’s day today,’ Rose said to her alone. She was wearing a light white summer blouse, and a calf length pleated skirt, stockings as usual, and heels.

Her soft light to brown hair was up in a cooling pile on her head.

As she approached her house, she lamented on the fact that she and her husband hadn’t made love for over 6 or 7 weeks. She was always feeling horny these days, and it seemed like he was feeling less and less horny these days!

And on top of that, she was actively considering calling her previous lover Thom, she needed a good fuck, that all it was, but a good fuck was needed!

Never mind, I can always take my self in hand, she laughed as the lewd thoughts ran through her mind.

She parked the car in the drive, humped her bags from the back seat, and went in through the rear door.

The house was hers for the rest of the day, she contemplated dumping the bags, or going straight up stairs to relieve the tension, and the growing itch in her sweltering shaven pussy.

She opted for the latter, and walked down the hall and upstairs to her room.

Her bedroom was at the back of the house overlooking their expansive garden.

It was quite a large bedroom, it had a 3 seat sofa in it, a credenza, an en suite, and king size bed.

There were 2 smaller bedrooms off to one side at the top of the landing, and at the front off the house were 2 other rooms, one housed Rob, and the other Gary, in between them was a family bathroom that they both shared.

Rose walked into her room, and into the en suite, she looked for the bottle of baby oil she had there, not only for her skin, but it also it acted as her lubricant for the vibrator she used.

It wasn’t there, or for some reason, she couldn’t find it, so she walked up the hall to her son’s dual bathroom, to see if she had somehow put it in there.

As she approached it, she thought she saw a movement in the crack of the door to Gary’s room, which was, as normal left halfway open.

Taking a backward step she peered through it, and nearly had a heart attack, she stepped closer still to the door jamb, and looked in properly.

Gary was on his bed, stripped naked and, with cock in hand, was wanking himself slowly.

And on the side cabinet next to his bed, was her bottle of baby oil, Gary was also using it as a lubricant while he had a wank!

Stunned wasn’t the word for it, she was frozen to the spot she was stood on.

Her eyes didn’t Escort İstanbul see Gary any more, all she saw was his cock, being worked slowly up and down, the shaft was hard and red, and the rounded dome like head, was aglow, blazing red in colour.

And it looked a fucking good size too, her mind and eyes told her, but she had trouble hearing it, although the message got locked into her brain.

She wanted him to speed up, seeing her son in this situation compelled her to witness it.

‘Go on, faster,’ she said to herself, although again, the words didn’t register, but the message again locked into her mind.

Then she wasn’t looking through the crack in the door, somehow she was standing in the doorway, in the room, staring at the most erotic sight she had ever been privileged to see.

Gary was one of those boys who was always shifting things around, and his bedroom was no different.

At this moment in time, his bed was in the centre of his room, half facing the far corner, half facing the window, so the door was partly behind, and to one side of him.

Rose then found she was almost at the side of his bed, but stood at the corner edge. She was mesmerised by the hypnotising sight of her son’s hand sliding up and down his prick.

Gary’s eyes were closed as he focused his attention on the woman in his mind, the one he was fucking into oblivion, the one who succumbed to his sexual domination.

She was his to fuck whenever he wanted, no resistance, no questions.

She was completely, and forever submissive, to his eternal power over her.

She wailed his name in his mind, as he pumped at his prick.

He was thinking of his mum’s best friend, Anna! He was fucking Anna right now, here on his bed. His mother had arranged it, talked her into making love to Gary. Because she was her best friend, and would do anything for Rose.

Anna had been uncertain, but as soon as she had seen his prick, she surrendered forever.

Rose had no idea, no inkling that Gary had the hots for Anna, as far as she believed; he was just a growing boy with sexual awareness around the corner, and sexual experience to be had.

Rose was suddenly aware, as he had started speeding up a little, to the heat in her own pussy, as it got hotter and hotter!

She tried to turn and leave, but she couldn’t, she was drawn to the spectacle in front of her, like a moth to a flame.

Her body was on auto pilot, she had now moved silently to his side, and saw her own hand reach outwards, and downwards. It grew nearer to his prick; it was as if it had detached itself from her body.

Then it was over his hand, pressing it down, so to make room for hers.

Gary jumped in shock and surprise, to awareness.

‘Mum,’ he hollered at the surprise, ‘what, what, what are you doing…, oh mum?’ he moaned, as her hand clenched to a firm grip on his spongy, yet rock hard cock.

‘Mum, please mum, what…, oh Christ, mum.’ His groan was low as his prick gave in to the soft but insistent hand, which now held it firmly in its grasp.

Rose quickly sat on the side of his bed, not letting go, sort of facing him. But her eyes were locked onto her hand and his beautiful throbbing prick; she could feel the pulse of it transmitting through to her hand.

‘Darling, let me, please? I want to,’ she whispered, still not looking at him.

She was staring at the gorgeous cock in her hand, she wasn’t thinking of what she was doing, it wasn’t her son there on the bed; it was a man, and a prick. She needed to feel a man’s prick, to hold a man’s prick, touch it, work it, and make it do what only a man’s prick can do? Shoot loads of cum!

Gary, like any other young man on this planet, gave in to the wonderful sensation of having a woman wanking him off.

He couldn’t resist that fabulous feeling of a soft hand sliding up and down it.

He flopped back onto his bed and his eyes closed momentarily.

But opened quickly again, when her grip changed, his mum had 2 hands on it now; he was in heaven in a flash.

Both hands in unison were sliding up and down his lightly baby oil covered cock, but the upper one was the one sliding painfully wonderfully over the thick ridged head of it.

He was going to cum in a few seconds; he knew the exact mille second he would burst forth.

‘Mum, I’m going to cum, oh mum, oh Jesus mum!’

Her hands sped up, she didn’t know it but they did.

Her eyes were glued to the tip, waiting, watching for the moment it erupted.

It did!

And she felt the surge, the pulse and throb as it raced up his prick, like a volcano going off; it shot out in a steaming hot, streaming salvo.

She was stunned by the power the intensity, and immensity of it, it shot way over his head and onto the floor, as it spat and ejected his cum, until finally, it dribbled to a stop.

She just sat there looking at it; her eyes were now slits, her focus still on his power pump.

It wasn’t until she felt hands on her shoulders that she began to come back to life, if not normality.

She İstanbul Escort Bayan shook her head to try and rearrange her brain, and to take in what she had just done, and witnessed.

‘Oh Gary,’ she moaned, ‘I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, please forgive me baby, please don’t tell anyone, please?’ She begged.

Gary, ever quick witted, suddenly said, without thinking.

‘Mum, I won’t ever say a word to anyone, unless you refuse to do that again within the next 15 minutes.’

‘What? What do you mean Gary? I can’t honey, I’m sorry.’

‘Yes you can mum, that was the most erotic and the best thing I have ever experienced, you can’t refuse me now mum, not after that, please mum please?’

‘Gary, please don’t make me, I’m so sorry I did it, can we just forget it please honey?’ She pleaded.

He was, as she was speaking, gently pulling her down into a lying position.

He guided her hand back onto his prick, where it closed around it with a naturallity, that was as much a primal need and act for her, as it was her sons need for her.

He needed her to do it again, to relive the unexpected total surprise of his mother wanking him like that.

Rose felt his need seeping from him into her. Her hand on his prick made it move involuntarily, it twitched and pulsed, this in turn forced her hand to clasp it tighter.

She realised that she was now laid at his side; on her own side facing him, her head on his shoulder, his right arm around her, holding her firmly but lovingly.

His left hand was on her wrist, softly but insistently holding her hand in place.

She couldn’t resist again the pulse and throb of his prick, as it reengaged its need and desire for more womanly attention.

Her hand began to move up and down again, slowly rubbing it,

Gary laid back and tried to relax, as his mother began to fall into her own sexual seduction.

He, being so young wasn’t aware of the sexual nuances that existed between lovers, he knew what he wanted. He wanted to be jacked off again by his beautiful mother, end of. But he didn’t really know, or understand what she was in need of.

Rose’s body did though; it was in desperate need of sex, of being fucked, of being ravished, taken, and lovingly abused.

Gary was well in range of it, he didn’t know it yet, but he would, very soon!

Her hand began its journey and hers, into a love affair with her son, unknowingly and unwittingly, her descent into it was becoming irrevocable.

She did naturally, as a woman engaging in sex does, snuggled closer to him, his arm wrapped now, tight around her. His left hand stroking up and down her arm, as she increasingly caressed his near full grown prick.

His hand moved to a tit, cupping it, then finding and squeezing and rotating a fully hard and an, oh so very sensitive nipple.

This brought an illicit groan and moan from Rose’s lips.

She was locked in now; her body was taking her to its ultimate aim, and desperate need, to be fucked, hard, and long!

Her leg rose up, and placed itself over his naked one, she pulled it to her, where it raised its foot, and rubbed it up and down his, in an act of love and submission.

Gary took things in his own hands now; he had just shot a massive load of cum all over the bed and floor.

So he knew he wouldn’t blow another lot just yet, no matter what his mother did in between time.

He let go of her tit and nipple, and reached for the buttons on her blouse, he quickly got them undone, and pulled it out of her skirt, having accomplished this easily; he reached over her back and just as quickly, undid the clasp of her bra.

This gave him complete access to both nipples and tits now, he still wasn’t aware that given his mother’s sexual need and condition, that she had already submitted to him.

But given the fact that it was her primal need to be rutted and bred, the fact that she wanted to be loved and fucked, and fuck back too. It could have been any man here with her; her body was edging her toward having its desperate urgent need satisfied.

She moaned in pleasure when Gary squeezed each nipple in turn, then rotated them, followed by tweaking them in just the way she loved the most.

Her sigh of acceptance wasn’t lost on Gary.

He slid a hand down her back and carefully undid the hook on her skirt, then pulled down the zip.

He pushed it down as far as his hand could reach, which was just below her lovely rounded arse.

Then using his left foot, he hooked it into the loose waistband and pushed it all the way down, Rose assisted him unknowingly by raising her body and legs as it went, and finally using her own feet to push it right off.

All the while, Rose was humping her hand up and down his now totally erect, very hard big prick, her bodies desire now was to get it into her shaven pussy. Where only it, and it alone now, could quench her practically unquenchable thirst to be fucked.

Gary knew now he was going to fuck his mother, 15 minutes ago, he was wanking Anadolu Yakası Escort to thoughts of her best friend, the woman he had spent his life calling Aunty Anna.

And now in a few minutes he would be buried to the hilt, in the yet to be discovered for him, her shiny, hairless, glass smooth pussy.

He tugged at her panties to get them down, Rose did it, she was so completely committed to being fucked now, wild horses, or even her husband walking through the door, could not have stopped.

Gary rolled her over onto her back, and pulled her under him, Rose still had hold of his prick, she couldn’t seem to let go of it.

He lifted his young strong body over hers, he looked at his mother, and her eyes were closed.

He found the entrance to her golden honey pot, and pushed the head at it, it went in, but it stopped at her fist.

‘Let go mother,’ he told her, as he tried again to get it all in.

She didn’t, she didn’t even seem to hear him.

‘Let go mother.’ He said loudly at her.

Her eyes flew open and her hand came off his cock, and in it went all the way to the hilt!

Her mouth was in a perfect ‘O’ as she looked up into her sons wonderful eyes.

Gary went at her hammer and tongs, driving it in and out in seconds.

Rose’s knees spread as he did, then her feet lifted upwards, her knees went under his shoulders. Her arms went around his tight body and held on for grim death, as he pummelled her into the orgasm she so badly needed.

Her legs and feet were waving about like flags in a strong breeze.

Gary buried his face in her neck as he targeted his efforts on her.

He never gave his mother any respite, if that was what her body and mind had wanted, but didn’t.

But it was giving her exactly what she so needed. She was being absolutely wonderfully and beautifully hammered, by her 18 year old son and it was heaven.

‘Oh my God, Oh Oh Gary, Gary, Gary. Oh me, oh my, Hmmmm. Arghhhh, Ohhhh, ooooh.

I’m Cumming! I’m Cumming! I’m Cumming, Oh my God, Oh my God.

‘Me too mum, me too,’ he brayed at her.

Then his prick blasted him and her into orbit, his jism took off out of his prick and into her still fertile womb, at a rate of knots that would have lifted a rocket off its launch pad!

Rose felt faint as her stomach churned, her loins grabbed at her, her tits inflated. This always happened when a huge orgasm would hit her. And then her orgasm blew threw her in waves of love and lust, in waves of passion and desire, that she hadn’t felt for a long time, and certainly not with her husband.

Gary kissed his mother softly, and briefly on the lips. Rose put her shaky hand to the back of his head and pulled him down and into a proper lovers kiss, he loved it, to kiss his mother like this cemented what had just happened.

He didn’t get off her, he didn’t want to, and he wasn’t going to. He didn’t want the moment to pass, so he stayed hard on top, holding her while they shared more passionate kisses.

Eventually, he lifted his head and looked down at this sexy, passionate, beautiful woman that he had just insanely fucked and loved.

Rose smiled up at him weakly, she whispered.

‘Gary, I don’t know what to say, I had no idea this was going to happen, I don’t even know how it even did?’

‘I don’t know how, or why it happened either mum, but you will never know how glad I am that it has,’ he said quietly to her.

He was worried now that she would somehow blame him, and he would lose her.

She didn’t, she did say though that they would have to talk about it.

‘Yes mum, but not yet okay?’ he asked.

‘Okay darling, but we will have to, won’t we?

‘Yes mum, I know.’

Then he started humping slowly and softly, his prick slithered up and down the walls of her cum filled pussy.

‘Oh Gary, you can’t still be hard, can you?’ She whispered to him in his ear.

‘Not all the way hard mum, not after all that’s just happened.’ ‘But I will be soon, if you’ll be a bit patient with me? He beamed at her.

‘Oh Jesus Gary, I will be as patient as you want me to be, you just give me as much as you want to baby, as much as you can, I want all you’ve got there for me darling, all of it okay?’ She told him.

‘Love me baby; fuck me, fuck your mum as hard as you like, anyway you like Gary, anyway, anyway!’ She moaned.

Gary took no prisoners, just like boys of his age are, he wanted to fuck, his cock was hard now, it had a mind of its own. It controlled him, not the other way round.

His sole intent was fucking, it was his mother yes, but his prick didn’t know that, to his prick, it was a pussy, all it was bothered about was the fact that it was in a pussy, and it was fucking it.

And he did, he fucked her with such ferociousness, he even went blind with it, she withered in front of it.

And neither knew the other was there until they both orgasmed, her first, and second, then him, he ejaculated with such power again, it knocked his mind into never land.

Whilst they were both fully aware of each other, both were unaware of the culmination of their collective fucking and lovemaking.

He was laid on top of his prone mother; she was blissfully laid under him, his weight keeping her content, and within the passion of what had happened, not only to her, but to him too.

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“God, I wish I was beautiful,” Sandy thought to herself, stepping out of the shower and reaching for a towel.

Sandy was not beautiful, and she knew it. But neither was she unpleasant to look at. More or less average, by most standards, 5′-5″ tall, with chestnut hair that fell in gentle waves over her shoulders, and a soft round face. Her lips were full and pouting, and her azure eyes sparkled nearly all of the time. From behind, her hourglass figure, and long legs, betrayed the fact that she was about twenty pounds overweight. But most of that was her huge bust.

Sandy would never stand out in a crowd, because she never wanted to. At thirty-two years of age, single, terribly shy, and desperately lonely, she craved what some of the other girls at the office had; a loving husband. Or at least she thought she did.

Sandy stepped in front of the long mirror her daddy had fastened on the bathroom door when she had moved into her little house, just down the street from where she grew up. He had helped her to buy the house and was her salvation whenever something needed repairing. She loved him and wished she could meet a guy just like him.

The reflection in the mirror smiled back at her when she thought about her daddy. She toweled her long hair, then wrapped the towel around her head and tucked her hair up in it, out of the way. She reached for another towel and continued to dry her body, remaining in front of the mirror as she caressed herself with the fluffy terry cloth towel. The reflection stared back at her as she lifted her foot and rested it on the bench in front of her dressing table and dried her leg.

She started at her toes and gently swept the soft towel up her leg. Pulling it high up between her legs, she ran it over the dark pelt at the origin of her legs. She repeated the process on her other leg, lingering slightly longer, this time, with her hand pulled up between her legs. The familiar stirrings were starting inside her again and she knew she would soon be sitting on the bench with her fingers teasing her clit. It seemed like she needed to masturbate much more frequently, these days.

Sandy sat on the bench and faced the mirror. Dropping the towel on the floor between her feet, she watched the reflection in the mirror spread her long legs wide apart. Soft pink petals appeared through the thick dark patch of hair that covered her pussy. The girl in the mirror moved her hand over her leg and slowly extended a finger down to gracefully slide across the feathery lips that adorned the entrance to her womanhood. Her other hand followed her first and the fingers converged at the center, parting the pink flesh as they slowly drew away from each other.

The fingers revealed her glistening inner folds and the hard pale protrusion, extending from its protective sheath, at the very top of her petals. She eased two fingers between the parted lips and pushed them deeper inside of her very stimulated love hole. The soft flesh of her hand rubbed across her distended clit, sending a shock wave of sensation to her brain.

Sandy jammed her fingers deep inside and grabbed at her burning clit with her other hand. Her thumb raked across the super-sensitized button again and again until she crashed, head long, into a thunderous orgasm.

When she opened her eyes, the girl in the mirror stared back through glazed eyes, her hands were drenched with her own juices and she was breathing like a marathon runner. The towel had fallen off her head, leaving her damp tresses hanging loosely around her shoulders.

“Thanks, I needed that,” Sandy told the girl in the mirror, bending to pick up the towels. “If you don’t get your ass in gear, you’ll be late for work.”

Sandy quickly swept the blow drier over her soft hair until it behaved suitably. She pulled open the top drawer of her dressing table and pulled out a fresh pair of panty hose. As she did, she noticed a pair of black nylons, with wide lacy tops and a black seam up the back, lying in her drawer. She laid the package of panty hose aside, and carefully lifted the filmy black stockings in her hand. Feeling suddenly very wicked, she opened the next drawer and reached to the rear of the drawer and pulled a black lace garter belt from the pile. Standing, Sandy fastened the garter belt around her waist and adjusted it so the straps hung just in the proper positions. Carefully rolling the hose into her fingers, from top to bottom, she fitted her toe snugly into the foot of the stocking and rolled it smoothly up her long shapely leg. She fastened first one strap to the lacy top and then the other. She inspected the seam, by looking over her hip and down her leg. She repeated the ritual on her other leg and stood looking at her reflection in the mirror.

Pleased with herself, she opened another drawer and extracted a sheer black, demy-bra, and fastened Bayan Eskort it under her pendulous breasts. She slid her arms through first one strap, then the other, lifting her soft tits into the nearly transparent cups. Again she admired her reflection in the mirror. Her nipples had grown super hard as she was tucking herself into the bra.

She almost left the panties in her drawer, but at the last second before she pushed it shut, she reached for the frilly crotch-less black ones she had always wanted to wear but had never drummed up the courage to. She pulled them up, and positioned her dark pubic patch carefully in the center of the opening. She looked at herself in the mirror again and stuck her fingers in her mouth to suck her secretions.

“What are you doing?” Sandy asked the girl in the black lingerie, who stared back at her from the mirror.

“I’m getting ready for work,” her reflection replied.

“Well, you had better finish what you’re doing or you’ll be late,” Sandy said.

She turned to face her dressing table mirror and switched the light on. She carefully applied eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, just a hint of color on her cheeks and dark crimson lip-gloss to match the fingernail polish she had painstakingly applied the night before. Next she hung the long sparkling earrings her daddy had given her for Christmas along with the black velvet chocker with the sparkly jewel under her chin.

The short black skirt was really too tight, but it seemed to fit better today. Then the sheer blue blouse that plunged down to here in the front, and her black waistcoat over it would keep them guessing. The blue spiked pumps matched the blouse and purse. With a splash of her favorite perfume, Allure, she whirled again and fixed her gaze on the woman in the mirror.

“You can be beautiful, if you want to be, Bitch,” she sneered at her reflection, and grabbing the keys to her seven-year-old Camaro, she stalked out the door.

The drive to the office took her twelve minutes. The walk from the parking lot took seven more. The ride up in the elevator took about three. She could feel the wetness on her inner thighs by the time she stepped through the door into her office and crossed over to her desk.

“God, I’m so fucking hot,” she thought, as she was startled out of her thoughts by the intercom on her desk.

“Good morning, Sandra,” came the soft smooth drawl of her boss over the speaker. “Bring your pad and join us.”

Sandra hated being called by her given name but she shook it off and picked up her pad and entered Mr. Cleese’s fabulous office.

“Good morning boss,” she greeted him, as she crossed to the chair in front of his desk, where she normally would sit when taking dictation.

“This is Celeste Blair,” he said, standing to introduce the stunning female who sat in her chair.

Celeste stood, taking Sandy’s hand in both of hers and sent a bolt of electricity through the younger woman, as she shook it.

“Robert, you didn’t tell me how ravishing your secretary was,” Celeste oozed.

Mr. Cleese stuttered as he undressed Sandy with his eyes. “Um, I mean, sorry.”

Sandy blushed as she took a seat in the other chair. Her skirt rode high on her hips as she sat, revealing the wide lace band at the top of her stocking. She made a slight adjustment and sat nervously as her boss and his guest gazed at her. Sexual tension choked the room. Celeste sat, facing as much toward Sandy as she could in her chair without turning it. Mr. Cleese sat down behind his desk and appeared to have to adjust his pants for comfort. Sandy was sure she had seen a bulge forming in his pants as he sat down.

For the next two hours, Sandy took notes furiously as her boss and Celeste worked out an agreement on a business deal they had been negotiating for several weeks. Sandy was then dispatched to prepare contracts for them to sign, while the business people went forth to have lunch.

Sandy efficiently prepared the necessary documents and had just finished printing them as Celeste and Mr. Cleese returned from their short lunch. Celeste came to stand next to Sandy’s desk and they watched as Mr. Cleese entered his office, leaving the door open. Sandy stood, holding the contracts in her hand and faced Celeste.

“He’s been putting the big hustle on me all through lunch,” Celeste confided in Sandy. “Frankly, when I cheat on my husband, I like to get down and dirty. Do you know what I mean?”

“Well, I’ve never been married, so I’m not quite sure,” Sandy answered the older woman.

Celeste leaned a little closer and spoke in a bit softer tone. “I just think that if you go looking for sex outside of your marital bed, it should be spectacular. Is you boss spectacular in the sack?”

“I don’t know. I think today is the first time I’ve ever given him a woody,” Anadolu Yakası Escort Sandy whispered. “But I think part of that was your fault. You’re so much sexier than I am.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Honey. You could stop traffic looking like you do today,” Celeste replied.

Celeste unbuttoned her business jacket and pulled it off. She was amply endowed and the pale beige silk blouse she wore only enhanced the swell of her high chest. Sandy took the hint and pulled her own jacket off, displaying her wares for Celeste to appreciate.

“I’ve got a deal for you, Sweetie. Let’s go in there and get the business out of the way. Then I want taste your sweet pussy,” Celeste said.

“Sounds to me like we have a deal,” Sandy answered and kissed the older woman square on the lips.

Sandy trotted into Mr. Cleese’s office and leaned over his shoulder and explained the contracts to him. She laid her soft tits full against his arm and peered at the tent forming in his pants as she talked. Celeste stood on the other side of him and smiled at the show she was getting from Sandy and her boss.

After the contracts had been signed, Sandy and Celeste made their way out of his office and stood just outside his door and giggled like schoolgirls.

Celeste pulled Sandy by the hand through the outer door.

“I’m absolutely dripping. Where’s the washroom?” Celeste asked.

“Follow me, Sugar,” Sandy said, pointing up the hall.

Sandy entered the washroom and turned to face the older woman as she followed her in. They came together in a grinding kiss. Celeste had her hands on Sandy’s big soft melons and Sandy reached between Celeste’s legs and pushed her hand against her cunt. Celeste pushed Sandy back against the counter and helped her to slide her butt up on it. She spread Sandy’s legs wide and dropped to her knees in front of the gasping girl.

“Oh, I love your panties, Honey,” Celeste breathed and buried her face in Sandy’s drooling bush.

Celeste was a pussy connoisseur, and enjoyed sucking a sweet cunt more than anything else in life. She delved into Sandy’s fragrant slit, slashing at her with her darting tongue. Sandy had been with women before, but never with one who relished the act of muff diving like Celeste. Within seconds, Sandy’s female juices were flowing into the older woman’s mouth. Moments later, Sandy erupted into an earthmoving climax that sent tremors traveling throughout her entire body. But Celeste continued her relentless attack until Sandy was lying limply against the wall of the washroom, totally spent from her shattering orgasms.

Celeste frantically lashed at her own cunt with her fingers and gave herself a crushing orgasm only seconds after Sandy had collapsed against the wall. She wanted more of the younger woman’s sweet pussy, but that would have to wait for another day. She dampened a paper towel with cool water and helped Sandy to revive. Sandy came into Celeste’s arms and whimpered like a baby. She had never experienced such intense pleasure in her life.

“My God, Celeste, I’m absolutely exhausted,” Sandy breathed.

“Honey, I want to see you again,” Celeste replied.

“We have a date next, time you’re in town,” Sandy promised.

Sandy quickly rearranged her disheveled clothing and returned to her office. Mr. Cleese had left his door open, which is a signal that her wants to speak with her. She walked to the door and nearly ran into him as he rushed out of the office.

“Looks like I’m going to get lucky,” he said. “Celeste Blair has just invited me to join her at her hotel for a drink. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off for yourself?”

Sandy watched as he hurried out the door and wondered just how lucky he might really get. She reached for her purse and walked to her car. She could still feel the wetness on her stocking tops caused by the wonderful orgasms she had experienced at the bidding of Celeste Blair. She had no recollection of ever having come so hard, or frequently, with any man or woman she had ever been with.

As she drove the short distance to her house, her heightened state of arousal continued as she recalled the happenings earlier in the day. She decided that she really needed a man soon.

She pulled up in her driveway and noticed her daddy’s Vespa parked in front of the garage. He enjoyed motoring around the neighborhood on his little scooter. But, why would her be at her house in the middle of the afternoon?

She opened the door and dropped her keys in her purse and sat it on the table by the door. Glancing in the living room, she didn’t see her dad so she walked down the hall to her bedroom door. The soft carpeting on the floors betrayed her presence in the house. As she approached the door, she heard a soft groan from within the room. She stopped and looked around the doorframe Pendik Escort and saw her father sitting on her bed facing away from her.

His pants and boxers were pushed down to his ankles and in the dresser mirror she could see his reflection. His eyes were closed and he had a strained look on his rugged face. Looking farther down, Sandy cold see in the mirror that her dad had a pair of her bright red silk panties wrapped around the end of his erect cock. His big hand was clenched firmly around the panties and moved up and down his long thick shaft. She was aroused to a fever pitch as she witnessed her daddy stroking his hard cock while he held he soiled panties twisted around it.

Sandy leaned against the doorframe as she continued to watch him masturbate. She slipped a hand inside her blouse, tweaking her nipple until it grew hard as stone. She rubbed her pussy against the doorway. She could feel the wetness on her legs.

Her daddy’s hand was moving rapidly on his cock now and she could see beads of sweat on his forehead. Suddenly he growled deep in his throat and fell back on the bed. His hand slid all the way down to the bottom and seemed to draw his ejaculation out from deep within. He pimped himself again and Sandy could see a dark spot form on her panties, where he was cumming inside of them. The spot grew larger each time he shot another stream of thick semen into them.

Then he lay very still, his breathing quick and raspy from his sexual release. Sandy had been holding her breath and as he lay there, she exhaled and took a huge lungful of air. Her own climax had come just as he had discharged his thick flow into her panties.

She watched as his head turned and their eyes made contact in the mirror. A look of sheer horror crossed his face as he realized that he had been caught jacking off into his daughter’s dirty panties. Sandy stood motionless as he sat up on the bed and turned to look at her. He had been discovered doing a shamefully perverted thing in his daughter’s home. He opened his mouth to speak, but he had no words.

Sandy crossed the room and stood before him. He sat with his hand covered in a pair of cum-saturated red panties, wrapped around his flaccid cock. Sandy kneeled in front of him and lifted the panties from his grasp and laid them on the floor next to his feet. She took his hand away from his prick and sucked his fingers into her mouth, one at a time, until she had licked all of his juices away. She then took his limp cock in her hand and lowered her head to it and took the slimy head into her mouth, carefully tonguing it until it too was free of his ejaculate.

She pulled his pants and boxers off over his feet and pushed him back on the bed. Cupping his balls in one hand, she wrapped her dainty fingers around his shaft and again took him into her mouth. This time, her intention was to make him hard again. Gently, at first, and then with more determination, she massaged his balls and drew him deep into her mouth until he began to respond.

“No, Sandy,” he whispered. “This is so wrong.”

She sucked him even deeper when he said that and she felt him begin to grow in her mouth. It took her a while to get him hard again; after all he was almost sixty years old. But he grew thick and hard in her mouth. Her tongue moved over his length and down to his balls. She sucked first one of his orbs into her mouth and then the other. She found his puckered anus with her tongue and rimmed him repeatedly many times.

He sat up and pushed her back, holding her at arms length and looking deep into her eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked her.

“I’m sure, daddy,” she whispered.

He pulled her to her feet and started to undress her. When she stood naked before him, he laid her back on the bed and started at her toes. Kissing, nibbling and sucking his way, he covered every inch of her body with his mouth. His mouth covered her furry pubic mound and his tongue invaded her sweet center. He made gentle love to her engorged clit sending her sprawling through many sweet climaxes.

Then, he wanted her. He positioned himself at her entrance. Her hands went to his hips and she pulled him deep into her scalding depths. He rested when their bodies were joined tightly together. She clutched at him with her hot inner lips. He pulsed inside her hot sheath. And then he began the motion she so desperately desired. He moved out then in, with ever increasing speed and distance until they were pounding each other. Over and over again until he exploded deep within her, pouring his seed of love into the very core of her being. As she felt the heat of his passion, she too responded by twisting her ankles together behind his back and pushing her convulsing cunt as far onto him as was possible.

He stayed hard within her for a long time. But slowly, the passion subsided.

“I love you, Daddy,” Sandy said, softly.

“I love you too, Baby,” he said. “But your mother must never find out what we have done.”

“I know, Daddy,” she whispered.

He kissed her softly and got up to leave. Sandy and her daddy had a secret now.

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When we came off stage I was hot, sweaty, tired and buzzing. We had literally rocked the place to its foundations, this was one of the best gigs we had ever done, now all I wanted was lots of booze and plenty of hard no-frills sex, plain and simple fucking, not necessarily in that order, and not necessarily separate. To put it simply I wanted to party.

The sex that happened, could and probably should have fractured the band into pieces but somehow didn’t, it brought us tighter together as a unit.

We are a five piece heavy rock band, that is getting noticed and getting rave reviews, we were on the closing leg of a nationwide tour as support act to a major group, and we have been playing them off the stage most nights. People in the right places are beginning to take notice.

The band line up consists of me, Alice on bass, my older sister Janice, otherwise known as JJ on rhythm guitar and support vocals, her twin brother Jimi, spelt that way in honour of his hero Jimi Hendrix, who plays lead guitar, but nowhere in the style or level as the greatest rock guitarist of all time, John on drums and vocalist Nick.

We mainly play our own stuff that is co-written by me, JJ and John, with Nick collaborating on lyrics at times, surprisingly as the lead guitar Jimi doesn’t have much input into the songs. He just comes up with killer riffs when we start rehearsing. We also cover all the standard heavy rock/metal groups but have a tendency to feature the early British metal bands like Judas Priest and Saxon, plus of course “Maiden” in our shows. God, I wish we were that famous that the bands’ name was shortened to one word and yet everyone knows who you are.

We are pretty raunchy on stage and uncharacteristically for a bass player, I stand at the front of the stage, hogging the limelight. My stage outfit reflects that, consisting of a short black leather mini skirt, that just covers the tops of my sheer black hold-ups, scarlet red ankle boots with six inch heels, white cotton panties that drive the guys and sometimes the girls wild when I stand with one foot elevated on a feedback speaker pounding out a heavy bass riff.

Everyone who is at the front of the stage gets a good look up that skirt and sees how wet my panties get. I had a tight white T-shirt on that emphasises the fact I am not wearing a bra, my handful of boobs, swaying free with nipples prominent, they are firm and need no support. Scarlet red hair cut in a short scraggy style. The very epitamy of a rock chick, and one hot to trot lady.

JJ is wearing her traditional short denim shorts, that let everyone know she has no panties on, bare legs, and in contrast to mine a loose-fitting silk blouse, open to the navel and black lacy bra. Long blonde hair flowing around her face and hanging halfway down her back, but again in a shaggy just got out of bed, fuck me style.

When we get opposite on the stage the crowd go wild the contrast between us, and when we kiss and we have done that a lot, full on tongues probing kisses, it brings the house down, especially as everyone knows we are sisters and the band do our parody of “Sisters are doing it for themselves”. All the guys watching are filled with lust and envy, dreaming of getting between us. Dream on guys. The girls just want to be us.

The guys are in traditional heavy rock outfits in various combinations of denim or leather.

When I got back to our dressing room, John was the only one there and he had just opened a bottle of beer, which I grabbed from his hand and emptied in one parched pull.

“Hey, that was mine.”

“So, get another, or take it out of my body. God, I’m feeling horny, that was a great gig, I always get horny after a gig like that. I need a fuck,” I taunted him, I was feeling hot and horny and at that moment would have fucked a corpse if it had had a hard-on.

“Not as much as I do,” he growled, “come here,” grabbing hold of me pulling me towards him, running his hands over my body, I pushed hard against him, kissing him deeply, then sank to my knees and sucked him off. It didn’t take long for him to cum, and his cock was hot and salty. My hand pushed down my panties playing with my pussy as John pawed my tits, pinching the nipples so hard I moaned around his cock.

The door opened just as John shot his load of hot sweet cum into my mouth, some dribbling down my chin as I looked around, to see JJ stood there with a look of shock on her face, a look that soon turned to anger.

“You bastard. And you, you fucking little slut,” she screamed, and she had every right to as John is her husband. Yep, I’d just given my sisters’ husband a blowjob, not five minutes after coming off stage.

JJ slapped Johns’ face and lunged at me, trying to scratch my face, I backed away, I knew if she got near me she would in that instant kill me, and rightly so.

Fortunately, at just that minute Nick and Jimi came into the dressing room Nick grabbing JJ getting a good hold on her boobs as he did so, happily fondling the goods. Jimi grabbing İstanbul Escort me as by then I’d got to my feet and was ready to fight back.

“Let me go or I’ll kill you,” JJ screamed at Nick, as she struggled to break free. As he eased his grip on her she turned in his arms and began kissing him, pressing her hot body against his.

“If you can fuck my sister, then I can fuck Nick, only fair.”

“I did not fuck John,” I screamed at her, “I just gave him a blow job.”

“OK, so Nick gets a blow job first and then a fuck. And you two can watch, I mean it you are going to watch.” I had every intention of doing just that if she carried out her promise.

With that JJ slid her body down Nicks, who was looking on shocked and not knowing what to do, trying to push JJ off but we could all see he didn’t mean it, after all, she is hot, even hotter then me if I’m honest. John shrugged at him as if to say, “What the hell, go with it.” Rock and Roll!!

JJ got Nicks rock hard cock out of his jeans and both she and I gasped as it came into view, it was massive, at least nine inches long and with a girth to match. It was by far the biggest one I’ve ever seen, JJ licked her lips with glee and looked at me as if to say, “Look what I’ve got to play with.”

Squatting in the classic BJ position she licked her way up and down Nicks cock, time and time again, covering every inch of it with saliva, then sucking each of his balls into her mouth.

She then continued to give him one of the sexiest BJs I’ve ever seen. She took her time, taking him as deep as she could, not deep throat, he was too big for that, then just holding him in her mouth as she used her tongue around the sensitive head. She took her time driving Nick so wild he was moaning and groaning. How she did what she did I don’t know as Nick seemed so big.

JJ took him high almost to the point of cumming, we all could tell he was ready to shoot, then easing him back down to a more manageable level, before up again, but every time she let him back down it was to a higher level than before so he was ready to hit the heights even sooner, and at last after about ten minutes of torment he wrapped his fingers in her long blonde tresses, pulled her face against his groin and flooded her mouth with his cum.

JJ was gagging as soon as the first jet hit her mouth, but as if in payback Nick held her in place, cumming time and time again you could see his body shake and rock, his balls pumping his cum into her. JJ had no option but to start swallowing.

All the time this was going one JJ was switching her gaze from me to John, I felt guilty as fuck as I knew I had caused him to have to watch his wife suck off his friend, but well he had just cum in her sister’s mouth so I suppose it was equality.

Nick pulled his cock from JJs mouth and stood back beaming, “That was one good BJ. Hot mouth JJ.”

I moved over to my sister who was still on her knees dropped down in front of her, mouthed a silent, “Sorry,” then kissed her wanting to get a taste of Nicks cum on her lips and hoping that she could taste Johns on mine.

“Fuck, that is hot,” Jimi gasped, “Why are you lot getting all the fun, I need to find a groupie and fast.” As he went to leave I jumped to my feet, grabbing his arm and spinning him around.

“Not so fast, there’s plenty here to go around, fancy fucking your sisters. Guys lock the door lets have a proper rock and roll party,” I said.

JJ answered, “Yeah, rock and roll, lets party, I’m ready for anything, guys nothing is off limits. Let’s have some fun.”

The background to this action was the heavy pounding beat of the main act rocking it up on the stage directly above us, oblivious to the fun that was about to start without them.

All three guys stood stock still, faces frozen in shock at what we had just suggested, an obvious orgy but with incestuous tones to add to the depravity. Nick would need no urging as we all knew he fancied both me and JJ, and I knew that John would like to get more than a BJ from me, so that left Jimi, what would he think and do?

Jimi was looking worried and made to leave again when JJ grabbed him and said to me, “Who gets the lead guitarist first,” grabbing hold of his crotch as she did so.

“You,” I replied, “while I get these two together.”

I stood up and ripped my clothes off as quickly as I could, skirt, T-shirt and panties, but leaving the holdups and ankle boots on for show. JJ matched me item for item until she was completely naked as well. Her slightly bigger boobs bouncing up and down in her excitement. I could see her pussy was wet, and I could smell the musky scent of a woman in heat coming off her in waves, or maybe it was me I could smell, or a delicious thought, both of us.

JJ was soon on all fours arse towards Jimi, “Fuck me from behind,” she said.

I got myself in a similar position but facing her so that I could watch her and Jimi as John and Nick stood behind me.

Nick entered me first, Bayan Escort just fractionally before Jimi pushed his cock into JJ, I’m glad JJ had taken some of the tension out of Nicks cock because it was big and spread me wider and went in deep than any cock I have had. It was that big it hurt a little, and if I hadn’t been as lubricated and turned on as I was then I know I would never have been able to take it. Nick fucked me hard for about two minutes, then pulled out and let John have a go. Johns cock was a lot smaller than Nicks and was more pleasurable as he fucked me, hard and long, pulling my hips back on him. The two of them kept up this swapping off on me time and time again. I was loving it. The feel of two different cocks pumping into me, the differences in the size between them.

But the thing that got me even more excited and turned on was watching Jimi slowly slid his cock deep into his twin sisters pussy and the look of pleasure it brought to her face.

While this was going on between me and the two guys, JJ and Jimi were fucking each other equally as hard, but they seemed to be taking their time, enjoying the sensations that each of them gave the other. Jimi had hold of JJs boobs, squeezing them gently with each thrust of his cock into her and releasing them as he pulled out JJ was squealing with pleasure. I in the meantime was howling my lungs out, and all the guys were grunting. It’s a good job there was a heavy rock concert going on around us so no one would hear the obvious sounds of sex coming out of our dressing room.

Nick was the first to cum, he was ploughing into me as I felt his body stiffen, his back arch back to thrust his cock deeper into me and he shot his load, deep in my cunt filling it. As soon as he had cum he pulled out leaving a sticky trail of spent cum down my legs, this didn’t deter John and he slammed into me as soon as he could, hammering into me hard and fast, knowing he was going to cum in me. I whined in pleasure, looking deeply into JJs eyes as her husband fucked me to a climax.

JJ was staring back at me, arm reaching out to play with my left boob as she did so, her tongue was lolling out of her mouth as her breath came in pants, her twin brother using her body for his own ends, and she was surrendering to his wants. Hell, it looked so hot, twins screwing each other.

John didn’t give any indication he was ready until a hot spurt of cum left his cock and flowed into me, the second lot of cum in about two minutes to do that.

JJ must have sensed John was cumming and squeezed hard on my boob, pulling the nipple as she did so. With a long howl of lust and relief, my own orgasm erupted over me. Body shaking and rocking as shockwave after shockwave of pleasure ripped through me.

JJs eyes shot wide open with a look of amazement as she gasped, “God he’s cum in me, fuck that is hot.”

There was a look of pure carnal lust on Jimi’s face as he came, then pulled out of his twin sister. Cock softening and dripping the last remnants of cum, that hadn’t filled his twin sisters pussy.

So far JJ had been the only one not to cum, but that wouldn’t last and it was different when she did cum.

We all needed time for a break and to recover both physically and mentally so collapsed on the dressing room floor as I crawled over to the table and got us all bottles of beer.

After about ten minutes I heard a soft chanting coming from the guys, “Girls, girls, girls. Girls together, girls getting it on. Girls cumming together.” It was the chorus from one of our songs and one where JJ and I kiss and get the crowd going, but this time as we looked at each other JJ and I both knew, this would go much further than kissing, the guys wanted to see us together, and I was more than ready to oblige them, I had wanted JJ for ages, but been too afraid to try anything.

I crawled over to JJ, not in a submissive way, but in a sexy predatory way, arse rocking, boobs swaying, with what I hoped was a look of lust on my face.

“I want to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear as I brushed it with my lips before kissing her. Her reply was to push her tongue deep into my mouth, finding and wrestling with mine. We rolled on top of each other, rolling over and over on the floor, kissing and pawing at each other, lost to ourselves, our audience of randy, lusty men forgotten.

Hands were moving everywhere, holding, grasping, prodding and probing, neither leading, neither following, both leading and following the action at the same time.

My hand was deep in JJs pussy, at least three fingers, pushing in and out, in response JJ had two fingers in me, stretching me open, whilst her thumb was mashed against my clit, rubbing it hard.

This couldn’t go on much longer, there was one thing I wanted to do, and I had wanted to do it for so long now, it was burning me up. Breaking free from JJs grasp I spun around on top of her and buried my face in her pussy and licked her deeply.

JJ screamed and came as I latched onto her Eskort clit, her hips pushing up into me, back arching high off the floor, then she dropped back down, trying to escape, but I wasn’t about to let her get away that easily, I kept my face buried in her pussy and licked her as hard as I could savouring the taste of her cum juices as they flowed into my eager mouth.

As this was going on I was pushing my hips towards her face urging her to kiss my pussy, mentally begging her to kiss me there. Then her face was against my pussy, but I was aware of it being held there, risking a glance up I saw that it was John, her husband who was doing it and JJ was aware that it was him. Her tongue shot out of her mouth and into my pussy, oh what a feeling. So hot, so soft, so sexy, so knowing. JJ had been hesitant at first but now there was no stopping her, she licked and licked my pussy from top to bottom, and as a woman she knew exactly what to do and where to do it. I was cumming in seconds. That’s the thing with me, once I’ve had my first orgasm, it doesn’t take long for me to hit another, and then another.

There was a chorus of appreciation from the guys as JJ and I finished, looks of awe and amazement, and more than a little lust on their faces. Silly grins on all of them.

“Wow, that was hot,” from John.

“Wish you could do that on stage,” from Jimi.

“We’re a rock band not a porno show, but God it was hot,” Nick said.

“Well we’ll have to see how far we dare go now,” I retorted to them.

JJ and I could see that the guys were ready for some more action as they all were sporting semi-rigid cocks that wouldn’t take a lot of work to get fully hard and ready.

I gestured to Jimi, “Hey bro, you’ve not had a blowjob yet,” licking my lips lasciviously as I did so. Jimi’s response was to move nearer to me, kiss me on the lips, hands entwined as best they could in my short hair, then pushed my face into his groin.

I love giving BJs and I know I’m good at it. So got down to giving Jimi what I hoped would be one of the best BJs in his life.

His cock was throbbing, I could feel every vein along his shaft pulsing as he held himself still, letting me do as I wanted. I could taste JJ on him slightly, along with the musky pussy smell she had left on him. His lovely warm, slightly sticky and salty pre-cum was leaking from the little hole at the end of his cock as I ran my tongue around and around his mushroom head.

Jimi by now had started to push his hips back and forth responding to what my mouth was doing to his cock, fucking my mouth, hard and long, forcing its way into my throat.

I didn’t want Jimi to cum in my mouth, well I did, but not yet, I wanted him to fuck me first so slipped him gently out of my mouth, rolled on my back and simply told him to fuck me as he wanted.

Jimi was on top of me in an instant, grabbed my boot-clad ankles pushed them wide and up allowing him easy access to my pussy and slid his cock, deep into me in one easy fluid movement. I moaned as my pussy clamped on his cock. Then Jimi took his time fucking me, a slow pace just as he had with JJ earlier, but making sure every inch of his cock was a deep in me as he could then pulling it out as far as he could without actually pulling out.

While this was going on I became aware that Nick and John were spit roasting JJ, who wasn’t complaining at the action she was getting. They were taking turns at switching off on positions as to who was in her pussy and who in her mouth. JJ was mewling like a kitten, but a kitten who had got the cream.

“Nick come here, I want you to fuck me,” I called out much to JJs annoyance, Nick complied and left JJ on her own with John, actually the least deprived act that was happening in that dressing room at the time.

Nick moved on top of me as Jimi pulled out and then my world exploded as that monster sized cock slid into me, forcing its way into my pussy, opening and filling it like never before. I was frightened that it would actually do me some harm and it was hurting just a little. But Nick didn’t care he fucked me hard and fast, spreading my pussy and going as deep as he could, I knew he wasn’t getting the whole length in me. Then I relaxed as my juices lubricated me more and more and the pain eased and my pussy stretched to accommodate his length and girth.

Jimi had gone back to JJ and was getting a blow job from her again as John continued to fuck her from behind, slapping her arse in time to his thrusts.

Nick rolled me over so that I was on top of him, then called Jimi over again. I heard a plop as Jimi pulled his cock from JJs mouth then he was stood behind me and with a flash of understanding, I knew what was about to happen.

I started to panic as Jimi approached my unprotected arse, but Nick was holding me tight and pumping his massive cock gently into my pussy. They had done this with groupies, but I wasn’t a groupie, I was one of the band. But hadn’t we said nothing was off limits?

Jimi got in position behind me, I felt his cock at the entrance to my arse, then without waiting or easing it in he pushed his cock straight up my arse until his balls were banging against me. I screamed in shock and pain I had been an anal virgin until then.

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Ruth dropped Julie and Johnny off at their house, then drove quickly home. She knew her son was curious able why she had done what she had done and excited. He was quiet all the way home. She had not wrapped her beach robe about her body, but drove in her bikini. her son looking at her in a way he never had before.

She was trembling with need by the time they got home, and she forced herself to help unload the car. she wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do with Richard, but she knew she was going to do something. she had to do something, even if only to touch him, his cock, again. Richard said nothing after they had unloaded the car, but his eyes followed her everywhere. Ruth was pleased that he didn’t seem embarrassed about what she had done at the beach. Perhaps he and Johnny were playing delicious games with Julie after all.

She had though her son would be embarrassed, or maybe ashamed, but there was nothing to indicate that. She took his hand and pulled him into the living room. Richard went without protest, knowing he was about to become involved with his mother in ways he had never dreamed of. Ruth sat his on the couch, then sat next to him. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders. She rested her other hand on his thigh, halfway to his crotch. She hugged him.

“Richard….” she said softly. “Please try to understand what I’ve got to say.” What you did in the car…what I saw you doing,” she said in a throaty voice. “I know why you had to. You got excited touching me, rubbing oil on my body. So…I understand why you had to, you know, jack off.”

Richard trembled when she said that.

“I want you to know something about me, darling, she said, her fingers İstanbul Escort at the edge of his trunks. “I like to see a man do that. I love to see a man, or a woman too, jack off. It excites me. I don’t know why, but it does , and it’s been so long since I’ve watched that.”

Richard remained silent, seeing his mother’s nipple pushing through her thin halter. He couldn’t stop his cock from hardening.

“Please don’t be embarrassed” Ruth soothed, running her fingers along the shaft of his swelling cock.. “We could have a lot of fun, as long as you aren’t embarrassed. You could jack off, and I could watch you, and maybe….” She paused, taking a deep breath. “Maybe sometime I would let you . .watch me.”

His cock was now very hard, bulging at his trunks. Ruth was stroking her finger up and down it, over the cock-head and back again.

“If you enjoy it, you can watch me do it, too,” she went on. “We can do it together, watch each other. It would be okay, honey. It wouldn’t be as if we …did anything. You know, like fucking, We could just watch each other….you jacking off and me putting my fingers inside my…”

“You’d let me watch?” he asked, his voice thick and shaky. “You’d really let me watch you masturbate, Mom?”

“It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t, would it?” She hugged him tightly. “I mean, it you let me watch you jack off, it would only be fair to let you watch me, right?”

“Mom!” Richard gulped.

“Do you want to do it with me?”

Richard nodded his head vigorously, rubbing his cheek on her rigid nipple. Ruth closed her fingers about her son’s cock, squeezing it inside his trunks with an excited gulp of pleasure.

“Let’s Escort Bayan do it right now, baby!”

Richard’s eyes were hot as he looked at his mother’s passion-contorted face.

“You really mean it, Mom?”

She nodded. “Push your trunks down, like in the car, and jack off for mother.”

As her son gazed at her, she leaned back on the couch, spreading her legs wide, the crotch of her bikini stretching over her cunt, her tits lifting sharply. She slowly lowered her halter. Her nipples came into view, and Richard groaned as he looked at them. but Ruth covered her nipples, sliding her hand down her stomach to the edge of her bikini bottoms. She pushed at the fabric and exposed s soft line of thick

Pussy hair to her son’s eyes. Sliding her finger down the front of her bikini, she traced the slit of her cunt, then very slowly pulled the crotch to one side, giving her son a very brief glimpse of her cunt.

“Now….” she purred. “You know I mean it, honey. Shove your trunks down and jack off for mother!”

Richard was so excited to get that peek of his mother’s stiff nipple and cunt, his cock was ready to burst from his trunks. He stood up, pushing them to his knees. His cock jerked upright, making a slapping sound against his stomach. Ruth giggled in delight as she gazed at him, her

eyes hot on his balls and very stiff cock.

“Ohhhh, baby!” she moaned. “Jack it for mother! Grab it and pump it, Richard! Ohhh, baby, jack that beautiful cock and cum for me….show me how hard you can cum, darling!”

She leaned back on the couch, legs spread wide, gazing at him as he closed his fist about his cock and began stroking up Eskort and down, his hips thrust forward, trunks caught at his knees. His gasps and panting breath excited her just as much as what he was doing for her. Her wet cunt throbbing inside her bikini. She clutched her tits with both hands, squeezing them as she stared with fiery hunger at her son’s cock. The pre-cum seeped out of his tip of his cock made her mouth water, and she swallowed noisily, writhing her ass on the edge of the cushions, opening and closing her long, shapely thighs.

Richard stared at his mother bikini-clad body, jerking his fist up and down on his cock faster.

“Beautiful!” Ruth moaned. “So beautiful, Richard! You have such a nice cock…so hard! Cum for mother, baby! I love to see my baby cum…cum hard and cum a lot!”

As he jacked off, Richard watch his mother open her legs wide, and began to hump her ass up and down, fucking at the air. The soft hairs of her pussy showed from the edges of her bikini, exciting him further.

“You’re making me so wet” Ruth gasped.

It was true, he saw. Glistening wetness seemed to be on her inner thighs where the crotch pf her bikini hid her pussy. Richard licked his lips as his fist pounded up and down, his hips jerking in a matching rhythm.

“I think….Mom, I’m about to cum!”

“Yes, my baby!” she squealed. “Cum! Squirt it! Shoot that hot cum for mother!”

“Ahhhhh…..uhhhh!” Richard groaned, then his cock gushed cum.

“Oooooooh!” Ruth breathed as she saw her son’s thick cum spurt high into the air. It arched and landed on her thigh, making her squeal with pleasure.

“Was it good Richard?” she asked in a whispery voice after waiting a few minutes for Richard to recover. “Wasn’t that better than jacking off alone?”

“It sure was Mom!” he panted.

“Do you still want to watch me do it, too?” she asked in a low, husky voice.

“Yeah!” Richard gasped, his eyes glazed.

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Bailey Easton, and her boyfriend Brad, both 19 years old, wanted to get married, but first they needed her father’s consent. Born and raised Catholic she met Brad at the end of high school. A budding romance followed. The youth snuck out into the evening each night to see each other. Then following school, Brad took a local factory job. It barely provided, but after Bailey and him moved into the same place, things were going good. Bailey, wasn’t fairing much better living separate from her parents. She didn’t miss the purist drivel of her childhood routines under their roof. Coming into her own as a young adult, she rebelled when it was safe, but followed the code of family honor ingenuously. She was an astern woman, prideful, and had a rigid perseverance to fulfill her family’s secret rite of marriage. A sacred passage that was only ever hinted at while she was growing up.

The Easton Matrimony Night, her parents sometimes humorously explained it, but never in detail, had been performed since the days of Old Testament and according to tradition, an adult child could only marry and live outside the home if the father of the bride approved of the couple’s love for each other. The bride’s father would only grant request after spending a night with the new couple. In the time-honored tradition, meant to test the strength of the couple’s love, the night is secret between the family. Borrowed from a slogan in a Vegas vacation commercial, Mr. Easton, Bailey’s father liked to say,

“What happens on Matrimony Night, stays with Matrimony Night.” Always followed by an awkward laugh and a pat or rub.

Brad had no idea what Bailey was describing when she tried explaining these riddles to him.

Bailey had just started living with Brad a few months before he proposed to her. The two were tight on money, and Bailey insisted that her father must approve before they could actually marry, so Brad called up his soon to be father-in-law to ask the favor. The two men met later that evening at Brad and Bailey’s apartment. Brad welcomed Mr. Easton inside and turned on the television for his guest. He offered Mr. Easton a beer and began to small talk. Brad and Mr. Easton had already developed a mutual respect for each other, but Mr. Easton wanted desperately to test Brad’s commitment.

Bailey joined them after she left work, and the three talked about ambitions and plans, and most importantly: the family. Finally, after a few hours and a few beers Brad asked for Mr. Easton’s daughter, but it was senior Easton’s response that changed the course of the evening, “Brad do you understand biblical importance?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, then you know that a woman belongs to her father before her husband, don’t you? That she is his property to give and command?”

Brad was taken aback at such bold objectification of his fiancé by her own father, but non-the-less simply nodded looking for approval.

Mr. Easton, then turned to his daughter and asked forthright, “Have you been deflowered?”

Brad felt the wind go out of him; Bailey and him had had sex several times, and he was afraid that if she told her father the truth, this would ruin their chances together. It wasn’t like Bailey to lie to her dad, nor was it typical for her to openly discuss anything this private. Brad felt that he was still trying to work Bailey out of a shell. The girl was usually modest, only allowing Brad to fuck her with a condom, and never diverging from missionary. Regardless, she knew how to give head, and the condom sex was still enough blackmail to set her father against him and ruin any marriage plans.

Brad fidgeted under the tension in the room, but after a long pause, Bailey lied.

“Not yet Daddy…” She said in a shrill voice, emphasizing a name she never used around her father, except for her last birthday. The secret time she received her best birthday gift from him.

Mr. Easton sat quietly and seemed to analyze the answer between the young couple. Then he said, “Good,” and then beckoned for Bailey to sit on his lap. She did as suggested, looking over at Brad with a puzzled but provocative look of anticipation. Brad smiled back shyly. Then after a few moments of Bailey squirming uneasily on her father’s lap while he casually took a few more drinks, Mr. Easton stated; “Bailey baby, you can’t love another man until you learn to make-love, and it’s my duty to instruct you, do you agree?”

Brad was flabbergasted and thought for sure Bailey was going to slap her dad, but instead she smiled nervously, glanced about the room. First toward Brad then turning toward her father’s serious expression, Bailey’s cheeks glowed. She then lowered her gaze along her father’s physique , and promised quietly:

“Yes Daddy, I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Brad was glued to his seat in amazement and disgust as he watched Mr. Easton’s coarse, aged hands feel their way along Bailey’s shapely curves, and cupping her delicate mounds. Each hand İstanbul Escort served a purpose; one cupped and vigorously kneaded her soft breasts, and the other undid her bra. She had been wearing a thin black bra, laced along the edges above the cleavage. He tossed it aside, and the hand rejoined the other in the vigorous squeezing and kneading of her luscious form. She bend her neck down, and began kissing him.

Not a peck between family; not a loving peck between a parent and a child; but a full lip, tongue-tasting, sweaty, sloppy exchange of saliva. She made no sound; but if a person could moan silently, then she made such a moan with her whole attitude. The two clumsily kissed each other across the cheek and stopped a moment to sample the ear. She twisted her tongue around the back of her father’s ear and whispered something inaudible to Brad. Mr. Easton’s expression lit up, and he bit gently on her ear lobe. Bailey’s blond hair dropped around her father’s neck as she returned the kissing, sucking, and licking all the while her right hand groped for her father’s penis, trapped beneath her. Her legs swayed from the side of the lounge chair, and she began grinding her rump across his lap.

Father and daughter kissed, and licked, down each other’s neck. She trembled and twitched as he kissed the corner of her parted lips and the hot lobe of her ear. He took moments to suck tiny dark red circles into the inner crevasse of her neck and collar bone. Mr. Easton’s hands groped his daughter’s large tits, and caressed her youthful body. As the pair sucked, kissed, and licked as experienced lovers might, he lifted her work shirt, a rubbish green and gray polo and looped it over her exposed chest. Her pastel bare breasts within the reach of her father’s rabid kissing and sucking, which he immediately performed upon the ample fresh skin. Mr. Easton’s dominate hand rubbed along her core, down across her exposed stomach and into her pants. Brad watched the old man’s fingers push their way past Bailey’s pink and heart underwear, this too laced.

Senior Easton’s south-bound arm twisted and bulged repetitively as his fingers sought new textile within her worn jeans. As his arm worked against her rocking across his lap, his lips came to one of her light pink areolas. His outstretched tongue glistened the puerile ovals then dashed across her upturned nipple. Bailey seemed to enjoy it and Brad thought he heard her moan. The two rubbed against each other and the fire burned hotter than Brad could have ever imagined. He felt half-hearted with the entire soiree. Feelings erupted an acidic taste in his mouth, but his quivering lip held still. He coughed unpleasantly, feeling like he had encountered a situation for which we was not prepared.

The rhythm swaying only stopped but left Bailey breathing heavily as she pulled herself into composure. Looking more satisfied, Mr. Easton said, “You might be a keeper for my daughter yet, but first I think my baby better go take off her clothes; we won’t be needing those tonight.”

Bailey stood up and adjusted her pants and top. Mr. Easton’s hands, half concealing his hard-on, fell limp into his lap. The hand on top sparkled in the dim light; the fingers translucently glazed. Bailey inhaled and exhaled in long exuberant gasps. She trembled uncomfortably, and stood there.

Bailey stood there a moment, looking dumbfounded. Brad couldn’t tell if Bailey was upset, happy, or simply confused. She swayed queerly biting her lower lip, and sucking inward on it. Her head was down, but she surveyed the room and her company carefully. Bailey knew her dad was a pervert, she had seen his collection of pornography in the past, and caught him masturbating on several occasions. Unbeknownst to Brad: on one such occasion, she even helped her father masturbate, and he had helped her. It was an innocent frolic upon her last birthday, but that seemed so different to Bailey now, so far away. She didn’t understand what had happened between them then, but now she was certain things were going to go farther than her and her father’s unusual relationship had taken them before.

There was a certain anticipation spoiled upon fearfulness in her haughty display of devilish tradition. Her breathing slowed with struggling mastery, and she smiled reluctantly, “Ok. You two go into the bedroom; I will be there in a second. I want to do something with my hair for you, daddy.”

Bailey’s brow knotted above shinning hazel eyes, and her smile changed to a teasingly sly grin.

Mr. Easton and Brad went into the bedroom, any attempt Brad could muster some courage to speak his mind, Mr. Easton barked an order at him. It wasn’t like Mr. Easton to be demanding toward Brad, or to even impose himself with such ostentatious oppression, but the new Mr. Easton called the shots, which left Brad distastefully vicarious. Once in Brad and Bailey’s apartment bedroom, the younger man sat, drawing the stool away from the bed and Anadolu Yakası Escort into a dark corner. The bedroom is a oblong room with a creaky, metal-frame bed. There is also a soft stool with a violet cushion, a gray dresser, and nightstands. On the wall next to the bed, a mirror mounted on the wall. Perhaps it was the most drab of all bedrooms, but on this night it looked like a puzzle box to be opened.

Easton emptied his pockets: an empty bottle of Viagra and some lube. He looked back toward the stool and mischievously grinned. He took off his shirt, and stood in front of the bed facing the hallway, but adjacent to the mirror and the stool on side. With the lights dim, a shadow fell across the hallway door. From the silhouette, Bailey appeared, naked and curvy. She stood in the doorway bashfully biting her lower lip, which was freshly painted in bright pink lipstick, which also had been used to write; Happy Birthday Daddy, with an arrow shaped heart on her lower abdomen below the crenulated imprint of her underwear. It, of course, suggested the indented birthday present was something between her softly pale legs.

How could Brad have forgotten? It was her father’s birthday, he was in his fifties; Brad was sure, and feeling suddenly apprehensive. He thought about Bailey acting strange all day; he wondered if she had had any indication or premeditation of the incestuous activities in practice. He had proposed, she pushed it off for two weeks holding him on suspension for an answer. Then, as he was losing hope, she had told him yes upon her father’s blessing. She had even suggested this night for a casual conversation with him. Bailey was also so prudent, but tonight she swaggered under a red light.

She tried to cover her naked body, but with blossoming tits as large as hers, it was a fleeting effort, and her dodgy hand hiding her silken skin lotus indulged the men in the room beyond reason. Her hair was styled in tightly pulled pigtails, each fluttering a stream of golden hair down to pelt the top of her trembling shoulders. She looked younger and more innocent than Brad had ever expected, and he involuntarily reached for his penis. He looked over at his soon to be father-in-law, and in the dim lit room he saw him blushing.

In a shaking voice Mr. Easton commanded Bailey onto her hands and knees. She looked over at Brad for approval; Brad nodded, and she obediently did as she was told. Tarrying in front of her father, naked as the day she was born, and dolled-up to his specifications, she crawled toward him as he instructed. Slowly and provocatively waving her hind, she scooted as summoned across the cold wood floor. She knelt in front of her senior, knees out in front and toes tucked under her seat, each leg spreading like a starfish. She looked downward and a tear dripped onto her bear knee.

This felt so embarrassing, but there was something in the forbiddingness of it all that empowered her onward. Would she do without her father’s consent? Brad would surely leave, he wouldn’t understand, she thought. She would have to follow her father’s perverted ritual exactly as he commanded, so he would keep his promise of allowing her to marry. Only then would she be Brad’s wife, and not her father’s plaything.

She took a deep breath, and looked up into her father’s eyes. She raised her trembling hands to his belt buckle. She looked like she was praying or begging. He smiled with the sudden thought, “Now beg for it,” he insisted.

“Please…” she mutely whispered.

“Please what?”

“Please… daddy!”

“Tell me what you want to do.”

“Please daddy,” she repeated impishly, “I want to taste your cum!”

Bailey’s face was only a few inches away from the contoured bulge that pulsed in her father’s pants. She seemed to notice and bit her lip seductively. It twitched and grew as she plead prying the tips of her fingers on her father’s waistline. Clawing zipper and buttons, fumbling with the belt, and begging for attention, she was deplumed beneath him.

“Will you be a good girl and swallow?” Mr. Easton asked, tenderly, planting an open palm across her face. It was the same hand that held the musky scent of her passion.

“Yes, Papa; I’ll swallow all that you give me¬¬ ¬- I promise!” Bailey beamed, then guiltily sucked her lower lip again. “Am I being a good girl for you tonight?”

He bend down and whispered in her ear, “Yes, you are. Now go ahead baby girl; give your daddy a kiss!” Mr. Easton smiled and nodded to Brad.

Bailey adverted her eyes from Brad’s gaze and undid her dad’s belt buckle. She slowly pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His penis, which was fully erect now, sprang out and hit her across her nose and cheek. For an old man, his manhood was large and dominating. His one-day-older cock was hard as a rock and larger than one of her hands. As his flashing might swept across her face, a dab of pre-cum dribbled out and Kartal Escort mixed with Bailey’s tear. On her cheek it separated into a thin sticky strand, like a string of glue, webbed between her lower cheek and her dad’s imposing penis.

She reached up to wipe it away, but he reached down and guided her hands to the base of his shaft. He motioned for her to pull from there. Brad knew that this wasn’t Bailey’s first blowjob, but definitely the first between family. Her hands fumbled as she tried to stroke the dick sensually and extended her tongue around the purple head. She licked in a circular motion and puckered her lips over the tip. Bailey awkwardly sucked the length of her father’s cock, quickly leaving a smudge of pink lipstick stain. Slurping and swallowing, she was noisier than she meant to be. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and embraced poetic movements.

But she gagged when he had taken a hold of her hair, forcing the lipstick smears into the back of her mouth in one quick thrust. Her eyes lit up, and she hastened a glance over to Brad. He had scooted the stool closer to the bed and his dick out of his pants – masturbating. Frightened by her father’s ferocity and the impulsive gagging while he held her longer and longer. She would pull away, but his hands tightened around her bouncing pony tails. He pulled her face further down his massive staff each time she managed any freedom, and in quick secession. She gagged loudly, and drooled out of her mouth with each attempted gasp. Bailey closed her eyes, and bobbed her head.

The first taste was salty, and like sand. Bailey’s father had an aroma of freshly dug dirt and she inhaled it becoming intoxicated. Her tongue worked around the wrinkles and the contours of her father’s foreskin. Her wetly painted lips curled as she accepted him farther into her mouth. But it was the drool she would dislike above anything else! The cold slimy spit that dribbled from her chin, running down between her breasts, across the supple divot of her belly, and pooled on the floor around her pussy. As she bounced up with each gulp her quivering labia lapped the slime from the floorboards. The splashdown of her raw skin diving into the pool of saliva created a wet slopping sound – Slooop.

It was as more pre-cum drained against the roof of her mouth and ran down the back of her throat that Bailey noticed something more than the cold spit making her pussy wet. Accepting the foreign flesh in and out of her mouth in bold display of Brad, all at once, felt natural. A warm gooey sensation tingled inside her guts. The warm trickle inside her privates mimicked the cold slime flowing around the outside. It began to formulate together and soon her entire inner thighs were wet and dripping with the magic love potion. She tried to finger the warmth back into her privates. But she was fighting a losing battle as her father forced his hard dick in and out of her mouth. The room began to spin for her.

“Get ready for it,” Bailey heard her father say, “get read..y for it, oh…” He stuttered and moaned. “Oh ba-by, oh yes, I’m gonna, I’m gonnna cum in your mouth! Remember to swallow… just like a good girl, oh yes baby.. I’m cumming…ooh.”

Mr. Easton bucked his hips and tightly wrapped Bailey’s pigtails around his grip. He held her in close to him for several seconds. She gulped and gagged. When she was allowed to pull back, she coughed upon a flow of a similar magic potion. Warm milk white semen pouring from her father’s fat throbbing prick swam about in her mouth. As her dad’s dick pulsed against her tongue, a river of cum flooded her mouth. There more than Bailey had expected and some of it dripped from her lips and slithered down her wet body and toward her sticky pussy.

She heard a moan not her father’s, and panicked when she remembered Brad was still in the room. She glanced quickly toward her boyfriend, who was wildly stroking his own dick. Relieved from her fears, she was hornier than she had ever felt before, but also ashamed despite Brad’s approving groans. Then she closed her eyes and swallowed the pooling cum in her mouth in two large gulps. She glanced up after doing so, and looked for the approval from her father. Her eyes were red from crying, and her face was puffy as she ate every inch of her father’s draining manhood.

“Good girl,” he said lovingly. “Let’s put you on the bed now.”

Mr. Easton winked at his beautiful daughter. He was panting hard and even coughed a few times. With a heavy wheeze, he bent over and pulled Bailey up upward by her armpits. He then spun her around toward the bed, yet keeping her facing him. He held her in his arms, then allowing her to lean backward toward the bed he read aloud the lipstick heart;

“Happy birthday, to me? Oh I couldn’t be happier!”

“I’m glad you like it, does that mean Brad and I…”

Bailey’s question trailed off as he laid her back. In clockwork motion he lifted her legs skyward. His hands slid from her hips to her inner thighs, then glided them upward and apart. Once she was laid completely back and her legs held in a raised V with his hands in the crook behind her knees, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, sat on the floor, and buried his mouth into her tender flesh.

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