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This is the first in a series of follow-ups to the events from ‘random connections’. It makes little difference if you read them, as each one can be read as a seperate chapter. The following events explore the relationships between the charecters from the first series in greater detail and lead up to the final installment which reveals who made the calls in the first place.

Gordon didn’t know if he would die with embarrassment or from the look on his mothers face. The latter seemed more likely. She gave her shoes a cursory inspection, her lip curling with disdain at the slimy trails of his cum marring the highly polished leather before closing the door behind her.

“Well now.” She drawled, her stony gaze crushing the remnants of his ego. “Before you explain yourself I think you’d better clean this mess up.”

Her foot beckoned him forward and he crawled across the floor, his penis, withered by scorn and dripping with shame, swung limply between his legs. He pulled the towel with him and began using a corner of it to mop up the mess.

“You should know better than that by now.” His mother hissed, taking a handful of hair in painful grip.

He knew alright, ever since she’d caught him masturbating into her panties he knew better. Gordon stuck out his tongue as though concentrating on a knotty problem and dipped the tip into a blob of cum, catching it deftly before it slid off her toecap, swallowing it up as he licked another spot clean, then another until her shoe shone clean once more.

“Good boy!” She crooned patronisingly, patting his cheek. “Now get the rest off my stockings.”

He could hardly contain his moans of pleasure as he kissed along her satin-smooth calf, gathering each stain on his lips, sucking it onto his tongue and surreptitiously tasting her at the same time, risking a sneaky peek up her skirt to discover the style and colour of her undergarment. French knickers; blue. Perfection! That would’ve surprised all who knew Mrs Hawkes, but Gordon was well aware of her kinky quirks – and loved her all the more for them.

His lips roamed over her leg and ventured across an exciting expanse of thigh, brushing the soft flesh at the top, an intoxicating mixture of perfume and her natural scent enticed him onwards in a vain attempt to reach the summit but, with a knowing sigh and a firm grip his mother pulled him away.

“You made quite an impression Gordon, but I’m sure you couldn’t reach any higher than that, can you?” She mocked. “But you can, and will, clean my carpet. Now, tell me the reason for this disgusting display.” She hung up her coat and put her shoes under the ornate stand, an old family heirloom, while listening carefully for any hint of prevarication in his voice as he explained himself.

“…And I still don’t know who it was mother, honest!” Gordon explained, avoiding his mothers piercing gaze by staring at a particularly large stain on the carpet, a corner of his mind worrying how he was going to remove it while the larger problem loomed over him like a thundercloud.

“Very well dear, i believe you.” She said softly. “Now. Go and take your bath while i get changed.”

Gordon wasn’t lulled into a false sense of security by those dulcet tones. It only meant he was in deeper hot water than any bathtub would provide but he did as she asked anyway. He always did. Ever since she’d caught him masturbating into a pair of her knickers he’d had no other choice. He closed his eyes and thought about that moment as he lay among the soothing suds, idly stroking himself at the memory.

He’d just started work at the store; cleaning floors, running errands, nothing above his limited ability to push a mop or fetch lunch for his boss. Gordon had never aspired to greater things as he knew he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box, he’d been told so often enough to leave little doubt in his own mind. ‘Gordon is a moron!’ That was the chant most often heard at school where he’d suffered many painful indignities before leaving at sixteen. He must’ve been eighteen or nineteen when his mother found out his dirty secret though. He remembered it had been a hot day, hot enough to melt the tar on the driveway, as he made his way home on the bus. A friend of his mothers, Mrs Warner – or was it Mrs Walker? – Gordon shook his head in irritation, it didn’t matter. She had sat beside him on the way home, probably because the bus was full, he thought sullenly. He hated having to talk to anyone on the bus and replied with a monosyllable her and there in what he hoped were the right places. His eyes were drawn to her full breasts that almost poured from the summer dress, distracting him from his usual scrutiny of the familiar landmarks going by. The sun shone through the window, illuminating her buxom breasts beneath the thin material which gallantly strove to keep them decently covered. He’d had erections before, usually in the dark privacy of his bedroom, but nothing like the one pitching a tent in his trousers. Luckily she’d got off the bus two stops before him and he’d managed to walk home holding gaziantep vip escort his bag strategically placed to avoid further embarrassment. He could’ve swore she bade him goodbye with a knowing smile and he felt his face flush red at the thought she knew exactly what he’d been thinking!

He arrived to find the house empty and made his way upstairs to the bathroom. His trapped erection must’ve hit a nerve or something as he needed to pee real bad! Unfortunately there was no way to relieve himself as his hard-on refused to go down and the more he tried the harder it got. In desperation he slapped it which only made his balls tighten and he realised the only way to relive the pressure would be to masturbate. His hand moved cautiously, usually he did this in his pyjamas and the stimulation of his bare hand didn’t provide the necessary friction to enable his orgasm. He looked around, spotted the laundry basket under the sink and shuffled over to see what he could find. The basket was full due to washday being tomorrow and he fished out his pyjama bottoms distastefully as he’d used them for this very function already. A pair of his mothers French knickers fell on the floor as he pulled them from the basket. He looked at them, then at the soiled garment in his hand, torn between the need to respect his mothers privacy and the more urgent need to relieve himself. He picked them up, feeling the soft pink fabric rustle softly in his hands, the sensation unlike anything he’d ever imagined.

He glanced furtively at the door, wondering if he should go on. His penis throbbed ‘yes-yes-yes’ as he caught a mixture of womanly smells wafting from the garment. He put it over his nose and inhaled the rich odours, stroking himself as he breathed deeply, wondering if Mrs Woolmer (that was her name!) smelt as good …down there. He groaned her name aloud as the image of her breasts loomed large in his mind, imagining them naked, in all their glory.

His cock throbbed and he pulled it harder, jerking it in his hand while burrowing his nose into the gusset where the aroma was strongest, breathing deeper in an effort to induce the orgasm he now craved more than the need to urinate. Gordon wondered if Mrs Woolmer smelt as good as this. What was she like? What did she like? He’d never been as close to a woman as this and had only seen them naked in magazines. Was she hairy? He loved a thick patch of hair on a woman’s sex and fantasised he was sticking his tongue into her cunt, licking the gusset in simulation of the lewd act, tasting the bitter-sweet aroma for the first time and dreaming of a time when he might have the real thing. How would it feel?

He took another deep sniff and wrapped his cock in the smooth silk, moaning at the indescribable pleasure, bucking his hips forward to imagine himself sinking balls deep inside her. The mere thought brought his orgasm spurting in a hot stream into the knickers – his mother’s knickers!

“Oh God” He groaned, unable to stop the juicy flow. What was he doing? Well he knew what he was doing (he wasn’t that stupid) but he hadn’t intended to make such a mess. She was sure to discover his perfidy, but even the thought of the consequences couldn’t stop him shooting a fresh spurt of spunk.

“Oh my god!” He groaned again, falling heavily to his knees as more spunk poured forth into the silken folds. Usually he was constrained to cum quietly due to the proximity of his mother’s bedroom, but as he thought himself alone forced he voiced his pleasure aloud.

He was, however, wrong. Like his favourite conspiracy theorist insisted, he was not alone. But in this case it was no alien being who heard his cry and fall in the bathroom, but someone very much closer to home. His mother had just come in from the garden where she’d been attending to her roses when she heard the noise upstairs. Alarmed, she took the stairs two at a time, convinced that something had happened to Gordon.

She was right. He was experiencing an epiphany of emotions as the orgasm rushed through his body. He’d never felt anything so powerful take hold of his senses.

“Oh mother.” He groaned, looking at the sodden, crumpled garment in his hand. “I’m so sorry!”

“Gordon?” She stopped by the bathroom door and began to turn the handle. “Are you alright?”

“Don’t come in!” He pleaded, almost screamed, in panic. Where the hell had she been? Had she heard everything? And, more importantly, what the fuck was he going to do now?

The last question raced across his fevered brain as the door opened and she saw him crouched on the floor. Her eyes took in the scene, freezing it indelibly into her memory, although she scarcely believed what he saw. A bedlam of emotions fought for her attention and, although shock had a head start on the rest, outrage surged through the throng to dominate proceedings, propelling her blindly forward as she ripped her precious underwear from his numbed, unresisting fingers.

“Look what you did!” She shrieked, finally finding her voice gaziantep yabancı escort and a semblance of control that, unfortunately, Gordon had lost in the face of such ignominious discovery. His urge to urinate had returned with a vengeance too and presented him with a new dilemma. Would she go before he had too?

“Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?” She asked more reasonably as the shock and outrage morphed into curiosity at this lapse of behaviour. He’d always been such a good son, she thought, and needed to understand why he’d done this.

“Don’t know.” He mumbled, unable to meet her questioning eyes. Gordon squeezed his legs together and gripped his genitals tightly, as much to protect the remnants of his dignity as to stem the pressure building up in his bladder.

“This is no time to be coy Gordon. Tell me.” She insisted.

“Mother, i have to go.” He said plaintively, gripping his scrotum as the persistent need to pee nagged at him more urgently than even his mother could manage.

“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me.”

“No! You don’t understand i have to go.”

“I’m telling you…Gordon!” She watched in amazement as her son stood up and lurched over the toilet bowl, just in time to unleash a torrent of urine. The hot yellow liquid splashed resoundingly into the pan and Gordon sighed with relief. She screamed and slapped his buttocks sharply with her ruined knickers, flailing his hairy cheeks as he rudely relieved himself before her very eyes. The nerve! She’d never believed he could be so brazen and determined to punish him in ways he’d never forget.

“No mother! No…ow, please mother…stop, stop, please don’t!” Gordon begged, trying to control his penis which spattered uncontrollable spurts of urine into and around the bowl.

The wet silk beat on him regardless as he continued to piss over her once pristine porcelain, splashing the wall, yellow streaks through gleaming white tile. Her scream had, literally, scared the piss out of him but her silent beating terrified him.

“Mother I…” He groaned as, finally, the flow dribbled to a stop. He sobbed in relief and sagged at the knees as the energy drained from him.

“Shut up!” She hissed, interrupting his futile apology with a final crack on his sore arse. “Shut up you dirty bastard!” Her hand whipped round, covering his mouth with her knickers, stuffing them inside before he realised what was happening. “I don’t want to hear another word from you until that mess is cleaned up. Do you understand me?

He nodded and looked at her with pleading, puppy-dog eyes. Gordon saw no sympathy returned in hers and he tasted the bitter salts of his utter humiliation as she pushed back onto his knees, gripped his head and began to wipe the bowl clean with the knickers protruding from his mouth, scraping his face along the wall until he could discern his face in the tiles.

His muffled protests availed him no respite until she was satisfied her bathroom had regained its high standard of cleanliness.

“Well Gordon?” She said, removing the soaked knickers from his mouth. “What do you have to say for yourself now?”

“I – I – I’m sorry mother.”

“I know your sorry. You’re the sorriest thing I’ve seen all day. What else do you want to tell me?”

He looked up and, realising there was no way out, confessed all. His mother listened attentively, nodding for him to go on whenever he faltered until every dirty detail was filed in her memory. After he’d finished she merely said she was going back out into the garden and would see him for dinner. Gordon now realised his error in thinking himself alone when he’d come home and vowed to be more careful in future – but also knew it was too late and the damage had been done – he wondered how this would affect their relationship from now on as he got changed, and, over time, he found it would change profoundly.

Gordon opened his eyes and was amused to see his penis had enjoyed that trip down memory lane.

“You bad boy.” He chided, slapping it playfully from side to side, before completing his ablutions. He towelled himself down vigorously, wrapped a dry towel around himself and went into his room to find she had laid out fresh clothing for him; a short black skirt with a little white apron, a white blouse and a pair of sheer, black stockings conveyed the unspoken command he was to obey tonight. A pair of pink French knickers told him it was going to be special.

(*)(*)

Mrs Hawkes, his mother, Julia to her close friends (although they wouldn’t have recognised her now) realised tonight was going to be special from the moment Gordon’s sperm had flew through the air to greet her. It was the first time she’d actually seen him cum and it had a profound affect on her, which was why she’d left her pink knickers beside his outfit. The same pair he’d masturbated into all those years ago which she kept in her bedside cabinet, for her (secret) pleasure. She scanned her naked body critically gaziantep yaşlı escort in the mirror as she changed, running both hands over her plump thighs, fingers briefly trailing through the dark thicket between them then up, over her gently rounded belly, to take the weight of her pendulous breasts in both hands, teasing the nipples into erect awareness before letting them swing free as her hands continued up to rub the tension from her neck, something Gordon was very good at, and she made a mental note to tell him she needed a massage – after he’d completed his cleaning chore. She smiled at the thought and paused in the act of reaching up to unpin her hair, deciding to keep it curled into a tight bun at the back of her head. It made her feel in control, although her emotions were anything but. She hadn’t felt anything like this since the early days of her marriage, (was she ever so naive to believe it’d last forever?), and the nights when her husband would make passionate love to her. She’d been much slimmer then too, she reflected sadly, perhaps that’s why he left? He’d given no indication he was bored with her and she never realised anything was going on with his secretary until they’d actually eloped. All the way to Australia if you please! Gordon was only two years old and took all her attention, which was one good reason why he left she supposed, another was her figure; she’d never regained her hourglass curves after the birth, which had been a long and difficult 36 hours. It had been worth every excruciating moment to her though. She’d loved him in her own wayever since, though she never said as much, and would do anything for him.

‘Anything?’ Her conscience teased. She looked at the basque hanging in the wardrobe and took it out, holding it in front of her as she considered the reflection in the mirror.

‘Maybe.’ She thought, knowing she appeared stern and forbidding to him sometimes but her job as an office manager was very stressful and he could be infuriatingly slow on the uptake, which made her feel brusque and snappy. But he was a dutiful son and she would be lost without his love, a love she could always rely on since her discovery in the bathroom. Would she ever tell Mrs Woolmer about his fantasy? Probably not. But Gordon wasn’t to know that and she found it expedient to remind him about it now and then whenever he felt churlish enough to refuse her demands. She wasn’t a demanding mistress, only requiring his devotion to duty and unquestioning obedience whenever she told him to do what she wanted, which usually meant dressing him up. He looked so cute in the little maids outfit and seemed to enjoy the humiliation, as the cum stains in his underwear indicated. She’d keep the used knickers in her room, enjoying them late at night as she masturbated to a satisfactory orgasm.

She finished lacing the basque up the front, pushing her breasts out and pulling her stomach in until she was satisfied all was in place, sliding a pair of black stockings on and attaching them to the basque before slipping into a pair of blood-red french knickers, her flesh breaking out in goose-bumps at the sensual sound of them sliding over her legs. The bed creaked as she sat comfortably to begin the struggle with the thigh length boots and, after much huffing and puffing they slid on. The 4 inch heels brought her height up to match Gordon’s 6 feet, making it easier to dominate him, although the leather pinched her feet. She stood up and strutted across the room, posing in front of the mirror, legs apart. Usually she would wear a long dress over the top but tonight she felt brazen and left it hanging in the wardrobe.

“Perfect.” She breathed, pushing her breasts up until they almost spilled from the cups.

“Absolutely perfect.” Her clit tingled deliciously against the silk as she strode from the room. She paused by the bathroom door and decided against urging him to hurry. She had plenty of time to prepare herself, pouring a rare glass of scotch to steady her nerves and banish the lingering doubts at the back of her mind as she sat in the living room, sipping slowly while waiting for him.

Some people would consider the relationship to be incestuous, she mused, but they had never seen each other fully nude, let alone coupled, satisfied with things as they were. Now, she could see, things had changed. The sight of him cumming, the feel of it landing on her leg had shattered her resolve and, uppermost in her mind, was the thought of losing him if she didn’t go through with this.Ever since she’d bought him the computer he’d spent more time online than with her and now this. How long had he been listening to phone-sex? She had no idea, but felt snubbed in ways she found hard to explain and pondered on them.

“I bet you’ve never seen a real woman in the flesh.” She murmured, glancing up as she heard his footfall on the landing.

Wasn’t it right that the first woman he should see in such a way should be her? She thought. Hadn’t she raised him to be the man-child he was, protecting and nurturing him against a hostile world? She had and more, sacrificing everything for his welfare, asking nothing but his devotion in return. Now it seemed he would revoke that bargain for illusory pleasures when he could have so much more. Her nipples hardened, peeking over the top of her basque, seeking attention. She ignored their demands and the growing clamour from her crotch as her clitoris swelled with desire.

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The rest of the week at our grandparents went pretty smooth. We didn’t see our cousin Norman again, and from what his sister Brenda told us the first day we met, the reason he got in trouble before, was because he got caught looking in a neighbors window while they were getting undressed. Uncle Frank marched Norman down to the Marine recruiting office the next day after he saw Stephanie, and me and forced him to sign an enlistment of four years. If anyone could straighten him out, the Marines would be the ones.

Our grandparents knew that the four of us were sleeping with each other, but they didn’t say anything about it. How the hell could they? If anyone tried to research our family tree, they would find one hell of a mess.

My parents are brother and sister, dad’s father is his uncle, and his stepmother is his second cousin. It goes on and on. I hope that I never have to tell my kids about this.

The day after everything went to hell, our cousin Brenda came over to tell us about Norman.

“I have never seen dad so mad. I figured he was pissed when Norman got caught watching Mrs. Jackson, but this was worse. What the hell did Norman do?”

Shane, Stephanie, Stacy and I looked at each other; silently asking if we should tell her what has been going on between the four of us. We had made a promise with our parents and grandparents not to tell anyone what is going on, but this was our cousin. Could we trust her? Stephanie answered that for us.

“He got caught looking at me when I was in bed sick.”

“Was he checking on you to see if you were okay?” Brenda asked.

“I don’t know. I had a night shirt on then, but normally sleep naked.”

“Oh,” Brenda said in a whisper.

What Stephanie told her was the truth, but not the whole truth. We were sitting outside away from everyone, so I decided to open up a little to see if we could trust her.

“There is more to it.” I told her.

The other’s looked at me with a surprised look on their faces.

“And what is that?” Brenda asked me.

“I was there with Stephanie.”

Brenda looked at each of us, saw our expressions, and then said, “I don’t understand. What were you doing in there with her?”

“I had taken dinner to her. When she was done, we were kissing and I had my hand up her nightshirt.” gaziantep yavuzeli escort Seeing Brenda’s expression, I continued. “Stephanie and I sleep with each other. Shane and Stacy do the same.”

“You are kidding, right?”

“I am serious Brenda.”

“Cool,” she said smiling.

“Cool? Is that all you have to say is cool? Your not upset?” Stacy asked her.

“Why should I be upset? I just think it is cool that you guys are sleeping with each other. Since you have been truthful with me, I might as well tell you something that no one knows.”

Looking around to make sure no one could hear her, Brenda leaned in and softly told us.

“Jack and I have been screwing each other.”

Now it was our turn to be surprised.

“Don’t tell anyone about us, please.”

“As long as you don’t say anything, we won’t.” I told her.

The rest of the week when she wasn’t working, Brenda would come over and spend some time with us. Jack came with her a few times and we told him. We didn’t tell them about our parents, or grandparents, and didn’t plan on it.

The four of us continued to work on the house and land where our grandparents lived. Everything was looking good, so one day when Jack and Brenda came by, they let us roam the land.

We ended up at the pond relaxing and talking. It was a hot day, so not long after we got there; Brenda was the one this time who suggested that we go swimming.

“Damn its hot today. Let’s jump in the pond to cool off.”

“We don’t have suits Brenda.” Stephanie told her.

“I did, so if you don’t mind, I am going to jump in.”

She had a suit on all right, her birthday suit. Brenda’s tits were about the same size as Stephanie and Stacy’s, but she had small areolas and nipples. She also had a bald pussy. Jack was right behind her, and not long after, the four of us jumped in. All six of us were in the pond cooling off, naked as the day we were born.

We stayed in for a while, and then got out to lie in the sun. I was starting to drift off when Stephanie nudged me, and said that Jack and Brenda were going at it.

Looking over at them, Brenda was kneeling between Jack’s legs giving him a blowjob. Both of us watched them for a few minutes, getting as excited as they were. Stephanie then reached over and slowly started to pump my hard cock. Hearing Stacy moan, I looked over and saw Shane between her gaziantep yeni escort legs licking at her pussy.

Stephanie then straddled me, and lowered herself on my cock. Slowly she rode me up and down. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed feeling her on me. Through my eyelids, I noticed that it got dark. Opening my eyes to see what was going on, I saw a bald pussy in front of me. Brenda had lowered herself on my face, so I started to suck on her pussy.

I was in heaven. Stephanie was riding my cock, and my cousin Brenda was sitting on my face. Thinking of the others, I knew that Stacy had both Shane and Jack, but couldn’t look to see what they were doing.

Brenda then leaned forward and took one of Stephanie’s tits into her mouth. Stephanie moaned when she did this, but kept riding my cock. Faster she went, until she was bouncing on me like a mad woman. Then I felt her slam down on me, and shudder as she orgasmed. When Stephanie calmed down, she started to bounce up and down again. Pulling Brenda up from her tits, Stephanie started to kiss her, sticking her tongue into Brenda’s mouth. I felt Brenda stiffen up, scared of what she was doing, but then relaxed and went with the flow.

I felt Stephanie slamming up and down on me, and knew that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Brenda was moving back and forth on my face, so I reached around, spread her cheeks, and slowly inserted a finger into ass. Brenda started grinding her pussy in my face and moaned loudly.

I was the first to go, as my cum shot up through me, and into Stephanie’s pussy. Feeling my juice shooting into her, she slammed down on me as she orgasmed again. Brenda was not far behind, and I started to lick up all the juice that was running from her.

Stephanie lifted herself off me, and pulled Brenda away my face. Laying her down on the grass, Stephanie sat her cum filled pussy on Brenda’s mouth, and leaned forward to lick her pussy. I was still hard, so I got between Brenda’s legs. Sensing what was going to happen, Stephanie lifted her face enough so that I could slide my cock into Brenda’s wet pussy. Then she started to lick Brenda’s juices off my cock as I was sliding in and out of her. Looking over at the other’s, I had to smile as Stacy was getting double dicked.

Shane was lying on his back, and Stacy was facing away from him as she was riding his dick in her ass. When Jack walked over, she leaned gaziantep zayıf escort back to lie on Shane’s chest. This left her pussy open, so Jack slid his cock into her. Stacy had never felt so good. When she felt both cocks in her, she had three orgasms, one right after the other. Shane had reached around, grabbed her tits, and Jack started to kiss her. She threw her arms around Jack, kissed back, and felt both cocks move in and out of her.

Stephanie was grinding her pussy in Brenda’s face, and licking away on my cock as it was sliding in and out of Brenda’s pussy. Both of them were groaning, and I knew that they were enjoying themselves, so I started to fuck Brenda faster. Stephanie went first this time as she started to shake with an orgasm, and then Brenda followed as her pussy muscles tightened around my cock. I kept pounded into Brenda as both of them had their orgasms. Not long after, I slammed into her, and unleashed my own orgasm. After the first couple of shots, I started to pump again. When I could cum no more, I pulled out and Stephanie started to lick my cum out of Brenda’s pussy.

At that time Stacy screamed out as she had her orgasm. Some how they had switched so that Jack was fucking her from the rear, and Shane was fucking from the front. They were lying on their sides, Jack and Shane were pounding into her, and Stacy had her orgasm. Jack was the first to go as he slammed into her ass, and yelled out as he let go. Shane felt this through the thin membrane separating the two cocks, so he slammed in Stacy a few more times, and then let go with his own orgasm.

Stephanie, Brenda and I had separated. When Jack and Shane rolled away from Stacy, the two girls crawled over and started to lick the cum out of Stacy. Stephanie had separated her ass cheeks and licked the cum out of Stacy’s ass, while Brenda licked it out of her pussy. A few minutes later Stacy started to shake with another orgasm.

When everyone was finally done, we laid back caught our breaths, and started laughing at what we did. We laughed for a good fifteen minutes before we stopped.

For one last encore, we linked up in a daisy chain, with the girls between Shane, Jack and I. We ate and sucked until one right after the other, everyone orgasmed one last time.

On the way back to the house, we decided to keep in touch with each other, and maybe get together again to continue.

****

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[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE]

The Couples in Heaven contest had been organized, partially with my father’s work. Mom’s “old man” as I called him got the first two tickets for that South Pacific adventure. What he had called for was a relaxing interlude for married couples (only) with activities to pass the time and make the event memorable. He did not know that a committee at the corporation had altered the promotion slightly. Without that knowledge, he went to my beautiful 42 year old mother, with whom he now had chilly relations, and gave her the travel brochure. She said, “wait, I don’t understand, are we going somewhere?”

He said, “No, not ‘we’…you are going, and you will take your overmuscled gorilla of a son with you as stand-in for me. I have a conference to go to”(always his excuse; he actually had a mousy girlfriend on the side named Clara).

“And why am I going to this” mom asked.

He said, “I was one of the key organizers of this promotion; if I don’t show up or even if we simply fail to have a great time, it will be very embarrassing; I might get fired. The funny thing is, the staff down there don’t know who I am, so if your house-trained ape of a son doesn’t climb the building, they will ‘buy’ the fact that I was with you. All in all, the only thing that can go wrong is sunburn or too much buffet. The one thing is you must go there, and you must stay the 3 days. If you don’t, I get fired and we lose the house and everything. 3 days…mandatory”

Mom said, “ok, ok, 3 days…”

“And one more thing,” he added, “under no circumstances…that’s NO circumstances…will you tell the staff down there that you are anything but the couple on the tickets, you know, you and me.”

He didn’t even see us off but instead went his merry way as usual. My gorgeous mother broke the news to me that I would be tied down with my old bag of a mother at some seaside resort. I said, “wow, that sounds great, but the final four are playing in basketball and I have a ticket for 2 games, and…”

Mom said, “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important; your father..”

“You mean your old man…” I chimed in.

“‘Yes, that old man, he’s said we have to go and we have to stay the 3 days and we cannot under any circumstances reveal that we aren’t, well, he and I. So, sorry, pack up and let’s go.”

I might as well tell you that–up until that moment–I had been a very well behaved boy all of my 18 years. I never once snuck a peak at my mom or tried to kiss her for more than a peck goodnight. When she came to the pool in her old-fashioned Catalina bathing suit, I should’ve gotten excited, hell, rock hard. I mean at 42 mom still had a great figure, with boobs that defied gravity, a trim waist, beautiful legs, and her oh so sexy feet. If anyone had objections to her looks, it was other women, younger women. Mom had a certain ‘jiggle’ to her as she walked that younger, ‘smaller’ women couldn’t match. Other women thought it scandalous and in poor taste that a woman of her age would let her nipples poke out so prominently. Like I said, I should’ve gotten excited, even rock hard, over mom. But until the vacation, it never happened. Of course, I’m sure that subconsciously I was taking note of mom’s good figure, shapely legs and smooth, sexy feet with those little red toes. But as the good son, I never once reacted.

We got on the plane, and were surprised and delighted to be in the forward 1st class cabin, a 1st for mom and me. We never had cracked crab or pina coladas, certainly not for lunch. When we landed we were whisked off by limousine to the hotel compound. The hotel complex was two projects, a classic hotel plus a beach resort. We of course would stay at the seaside resort.

At this time I guess I should tell you that unknown to mom’s old man, the company had changed the promotion, from Couples in Heaven. Mom noticed that on the tickets (though my father didn’t before he handed them in an envelope to mom) when we were in the air and she opened the tour package: the promotion was now: Couples Coupling, an adventure in intimacy and procreating. She thought that maybe it was a series of seminars and instructional films. It couldn’t be anything else…could it? She remembered that he ordered her to come here, and ordered her to stay, and demanded that under no circumstances could she tell them that he wasn’t there.

Getting out of the limousine, which by the way was no Lincoln but a converted Jeep of all things, we were treated with flower lei’s and directed to our bungalow, our luggage quietly handled. They said we would be on an itinerary so as to schedule all the 3 days’ events. At least we had 3 hours to get over jet lag and unpack before dinner.

Mom thanked me for not complaining in coming along and giving up that “once in a lifetime” set of tickets for the final four. She said she promised to make it up to me, somehow.

I told her,”that is OK.”

She gaziantep zenci escort said, “You’re a dear” and blew me a kiss, mouthing the words, “I love you” before slipping her feet out of the grass sandals we were given at the hotel lobby. As I closed my eyes to rest, I popped them back to sneak a peek at mom.

Jeez, I thought…I’ve got a beautiful mother! To think that I’m forced to be cooped up with her for a 72 hour vacation…that would appeal to a lot of guys. But, I’m not one of them. I mean, I had HEARD about relatives getting it on, even mothers and sons. Yikes, I thought, how COULD they!? Well, I drifted off to sleep…

Dinner gong; the intercom said dinner in 30 minutes, in our cabin. Put on outfit number 1. We went to our respective closets (for him and her) and big cardboard number tags on bundled outfits. Number one were these full length linen robes. There were no underclothes for them.

An exotic looking Asian lady arrived with the dinner; the cart was brought in by a restaurant worker who left immediately. The lady, about 50, said, “I will feed you and show you how to feed each other.” About halfway thru dinner, we were feeding each other steak morsels simultaneously, nipping the sizzling chunks of beef with our teeth. It was fantastic and in the middle of it, unannounced, mom kissed me…I mean hard, and for a full minute. I was stunned and speechless. The Asian woman was delighted: “I am glad you becoming intimate again; perhaps by end of night you start your new family”. With that, she rolled the dinner cart out herself, bowing as she went. Mom looked at me, and showed me the tickets.

She said, “So it is what that says…and the funny thing is, he demanded that we go, demanded that we stay, and demanded that we can’t explain we are mother and son in order to leave. Well, Mal, we will stay. Who knows what will happen.” At that moment I flipped on the cable TV and ESPN reported that in the closest game in championship history, my team had won it all. Mom said, “You must be delighted about that.

I said, “Well it might have been more exciting if I could actually have been there to watch it in person.”

Mom said, “That’s so sweet. Honey, give me a chance to make it up to you; I think that we might generate some excitement of our own soon”.

The same lady returned with cocktails, like mai tai or something. They reminded me of the gigantic Hurricane drinks that you could get (HAD to get, by law I think) in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. Anyway, they had the largest bamboo umbrellas outside the rain forest. But they were good, real good.

They told us to get into outfit no. 2 and get on the bed. You can imagine our shock as the entire outfit was a see thru silk sheet, like a gauze curtain. An older Asian woman, maybe 70, arrived. She directed me to sit in the chair, which I did. Then she told mom to kneel before me.

Mom said, “Look honey, I am not going to…”

I chimed in, “remember he said we had to stay and we couldn’t request changes due to who we really are; so we have to go along.”

Mom shrugged her shoulders and did as she was told, putting a bed pillow on the floor before me and kneeling. The Asian woman now said, “You honor him, the man of the house, by paying homage to the great cock of the roost.”

She showed mom how to keyhole and stroke my cock to erection. Mom took over for her and apologized for this.

I said that I should apologize too. She asked apologize for what? I said, “for this!!” and with that, I grunted and with a mighty lurch, my powerful 11 inch cock erupted and let loose an ungodly spend, literally covering not only mom’s hand but her entire body. Mom stood up, saying she had to bathe now. The elderly Asian woman said that this was a GOOD thing, not a bad: “Your husband is very virile and strong; he has big cock with much milk. He make many children with you…maybe 10, 20.” Mom was stunned by all this and went to bathe. She came out and was relieved to see that the creepy old lady had left.

I said, “sorry about that mom, it’s just that my thing sometimes has a mind of its own, and well…we ARE alone, and you ARE gorgeous!”

She chimed in, “you REALLY think I’m gorgeous? Come on, you’re just saying that to not hurt my feelings”.

I said, “No, mom you are gorgeous…I meant it!”

“If I am so gorgeous, then tell this old bag what makes her so damn gorgeous” , mom said.

“Must I mom?” I said…

She said “Yes, and in uncensored terms…now GO”

I said, “well, alright, you are pretty, with blond hair, blue eyes, a movie star’s smile and a good figure…hell, a GREAT figure, with plump breasts and shapely legs. There, I said it!”

She said, “Jimmy, I had no idea; how long has this been pent-up in you?”

I said, “Actually, for a while, but only due to this trip did I ever notice. Damn, I think I’m falling in love with my own gaziantep escort mom…and if these creepy ladies stop coming in unannounced or announced, it won’t be long before I bang you good, too.”

Putting on the sleep uniforms, we noted that the hangers were bare…that’s right; we had to sleep in our birthday suits. Fatalistically, the air conditioning was a bit too high and the only controls were at the central check-in. We didn’t want to complain due to her old man’s warning us so we had to sleep literally huddled, with mom facing me. At one point at night she got up to use the bathroom and noticed in the moonlight filtering thru the milky white curtains that I had rolled over in that brief time and was on my back. But, she also noticed with a start that there was a volcano, a mighty mountain that arose from my hips. She knew it couldn’t possibly be me, so in the dark she felt her way forward, getting on our common bed.

She did that sweep with her hand you do in the dark, shocked to find that it indeed was true, that WAS all me. Now nature took over; to her own shock and amazement, she swung a shapely leg over me and lowered her now dew dripping cunt to my rigid in sleep penis. She gasped in surprise and delight at the sheer hardness and size. She mumbled to herself, “God, Jimmy, I would never say this to you while you were awake, because you’d be intolerable and cocky, but my heavens, you are not bigger than your father, you are MUCH bigger than your father!!! What a man! And wow, what muscles!” As mom got into it, she leaned forward, feeling my broad shoulders and mountainous biceps that I had developed over the months to reel in the ‘babes’. At some point, I moved and my eyes opened, stunned at what I saw. A warm glove was holding my erect cock, and the softest most pliant cherry red lips were crushing my mouth. Whatever I thought about incest or motherfucking, I had no control now; my powerful hands grabbed mom’s pert behind; I squeezed to get deeper. That sent mom over the edge; she moaned in pleasure, a titanic orgasm making her literally shake as she swooned and kissed me.

That was all it took for me, and at that exact same instant I came in mom, deep inside her. The modest slit on the doorknob sized end of my cock expanded like the fissures on the ground during a mighty earthquake. The slit, now the size of your thumb, began fire hosing down every pubic inch of mom’s deepest, darkest, baby factory. A very thick coat of my very potent seed was laid over her cervix, in fact her entire womb. The raging fire hose was turned toward the uterus and the last two powerful blasts were earmarked for that blessed place. My youthful innocent sperm were as fertile as the most virile of men whether in motility or potency of my seeds. At my recent physical exam, they had measured my semen and the test, to the bewilderment of my female family physician, showed that my semen was an incredible 97% pure sperm…I was REAL potent.

As we collapsed in orgasmic delight, I kissed mom lavishly, as we both made expressions of love and desire. I said, “I can’t believe I just made love to my own mother; I can’t believe that I liked it; I can’t believe that I am going to do it again.” With that, I grabbed her.

She said wait and ran to the bathroom on tiptoes, not wanting her beautiful feet to get dirty from the carpet. She remembered a box of condoms that they gave us when we got our toiletries from the front office. Mom opened it and it had a note: Couples Coupling, an adventure in intimacy and procreating is name of vacation; there is no use or place for condoms. Have much pleasure together. Remembering for the 1,000th time his admonition about what not to do, mom conceded and decided to just let whatever was to happen, happen. She pitter pattered back to the bed on tiptoes and hugged me. I said, “mom, even if we have no condoms, you can still wash out can’t you?”

Mom said, “sweetheart, there are two reasons I won’t wash out…one, you must have shot a dozen heavy squirts of your potent(97%?) sperm far up my birthing channel. You surely coated my uterus, my cervix, hell, my entire womb, teeming with your vibrant fertile seeds. My egg, just as fertile, has probably already absorbed one or two. Oh, and reason number two: now I WANT your baby. I love you Jimmy, and I love your cock. You must promise to get me pregnant.”

“But mom, you’re married and….”, I protested.

“Promise me!!”, mom insisted.

“Ok, ok, I promise!”, I gave in, losing the debate, thank God.

She said: “No, don’t say it like that…don’t you love me?”

I said I did…

“Well then TELL me!”, she urged.

“Mom, I love you and I swear I will get you pregnant!”, I said.

“And what if someone else doesn’t want you to?” she asked.

“Mom, I love you and I pledge to get you pregnant; I swear that nothing will stop me from doing that. I will use all of the strength and power of these muscles [I flexed my big guns] to put the hurt on anyone that tries to stop me. I have a heavy load of love for you, mom, in these balls of mine, and I won’t stop till that load has been transferred into your fertile vagina, where it belongs. And we are talking millions of my youthful potent seeds, all dedicated to the proposition of getting you pregnant!”, I said, my cock reaching steel hardness from the discussion.

I don’t have to tell you that the rest of the vacation went great. We were so busy fucking all of the time that the staff figured any interruption by them would only screw things up. We missed a few meal gongs and lectures. I was too busy servicing mom, sessions that went on for 30 minutes every hour on the hour. They always ended with a mind-blowing climax and with my more and more experienced oversized love sausage scraping the walls of mom’s fertile and welcoming cunt. And by the second night, I was ecstatic that my mother was happy to sleep cuddled nude against me, her holiest of holies, her fertile womb, filled with my sperm. Better still, my cock never really went soft after the 1st night. So, after my last orgasm with mom on the 2nd night, my balls didn’t have a single sperm left. Nonetheless, my cock was still bone hard. I slept that way, with my monstrous penis tucked warmly and snugly where it most belonged, inside mom’s fertile cunt.

The final day consisted of a continental breakfast and 2 hours for us to do ‘it’ if we wanted to…we did!! We had coitus and then spent 20 minutes just kissing, expressing our love and making plans for the future.

Mom’s old man asked us how the trip was; instead of telling him, mom tossed him the DVD set that the hotel had secretly made for couples to re-live the experience. He was aghast and immediately used that as an excuse for divorce, saying these tapes would win him all of mom’s considerable personal fortune in the divorce proceedings (he figured her $500,000 would all go to him and his $500,000.) We were doomed.

However, his mousy girlfriend was at the pre-trial hearing. I asked mom if I could try and seduce the floozy brunette for information.

Mom kissed me and said for that much money, SHE would try and seduce her…so go!

Dad’s secret girlfriend was the reason that he skipped the Asian adventure–leading to me and mom bonding.

She could turn the divorce court proceeding around, so she had to be romanced. By the end of the week, I had sent her flowers anonymously, led her to an expensive night out, culminating in me asking what she knew about his stealing from the company and cheating on taxes.

She laughed and said, “there is nothing to that.”

I used everything I knew, or what mom coached me, to get her to bed. It worked; as we lay together in the Motel Nine, I dragged the oversized mushroom end of my cock against her slathering pussy lips, she screamed in pleasure, begging me not to stop, that she would talk. She did.

At the final divorce hearing, we proved that he had ordered mom and I to go to this place; fortunately, he had sent me text, had emailed it, etc. Since the court noted that he had threatened mom if she left, then anything that happened there was no one’s business. Then the floozy was called as our surprise witness. Her testimony was used to address mom’s old man’s claims he was a good husband, father, and employee, deserving of the court’s favor.

Now on the contrary, his stealing from his company was a felony; his tax dodges were too. He owed money for taxes, his own company, and even mom, from whom he had stolen. The court, which before my romancing of his girlfriend might well have given him summary judgement of all of mom’s $500,000 now instead gave MOM $300,000 of HIS money, the balance for the IRS and his company. We were ecstatic.

The last entry I am ashamed to relate, but it did happen. After his conviction, for which he received 2 years in Federal prison and 7 years in state, mom found out where his exact cell was. She wrote him a letter, indicating that we would be outside his window at a precise time. Sure enough, mom ordered me to drive there. Well, all he could see was the flattened seats of our mini-van with me on top and mom’s beautiful legs spread wide and shaking from excitement. Her orgasm was so loud that the echoes in that canyon are still reverberating. At the end, we got out of the car, clothed again; she kissed me lavishly for at least 3 minutes, and then she made a point of transferring what we had bought that day from the back of the van to the middle seat. We could see him 4 stories up, watching intently. What had we bought to show him? Why, a crib, a tiny rocking chair, stuffed animals, and a baby’s basinet. Mom made the pregnant belly motion to him, pointing to her and me. She then turned me around and kissed me. I bent down and kissed her belly. We left finally, never to see him again. And all due to his affair with a sleazy brunette who I broke down interrogating with my mighty cock. Most of all it was due to his insistence that we go on this junket.

The court asked mom if she wanted to change her name; she said no, but I instantly corrected her. She asked why, but I told her to just do it. To my relief the court clerk restored mom to her maiden name.

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She walked into the kitchen again. Pink little panties showing off a perfect ass and thin tan legs. Opening the fridge and bending over, I admired the view again while she wasn’t looking. Since turning 18 she has become such a fucking tease. Every day it was something else with her, cuddling on the couch and resting her tits on my arm, asking me to rub her calves after a long day at dance class, leaving the door open while she showered. I felt my cock stirring in my pants thinking about those legs wrapped around my head. My tongue buried in her teenage cunt, as she had my hair in her hands….

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Pumpkin?” The voice brought me out of my fantasy and back to the problem at hand. Now leaned on the counter with her tits pressed together straining the flimsy material of her T-shirt.

“What’s for dinner?” She asked as she swirled her hair around her finger.

In my head I knew better, but I felt my self getting up off the couch and walking towards her. Telling myself that I was just going to teach her a lesson for flaunting herself in front of me. It was my duty as her father to show her what happens when you tease a man. I was in control and would stop before it went to far.

Before she knew what gaziantep ucuz escort was happening I grabbed her roughly and shoved her against the refrigerator door. Quickly gathering her small wrist in one of my hands, I stretched her arms above her head, effectively pinning her between me and the door.

“You think its fun to tease your Daddy? You think its fun to strut around here showing off your ass like a fucking whore?”

Pulling up her T-shirt releasing those beautiful tits, feeling them against my chest as I shoved my tongue in her mouth. I stepped back intending to stop there, but the sight of her with eyes downcast, a pink blush creeping onto her cheeks, and her body there for me. My cock was harder than I could ever remember, as I took my pants I felt it spring up hitting me in the stomach.

Smashing back into her trapping my manhood between us. I started licking her lips. Grabbing onto a dark nipple, twisting and pulling it towards me, I heard the first little moan.

“You want to suck Daddy’s cock, Pumpkin? You want to show him what a slut you are?” I asked not caring about her answer, I moved my hand from her wrist to her hair. With a fistful gaziantep ukraynalı escort of her golden locks I snapped her head back forcing her to look me in the eyes.

“Daddy knows what you want, huh, and he’s going to give it to you, Pumpkin.”

I took her hair and pushed her down to her knees. Her head between my hard dick and the refrigerator. Humping my hips, rubbing a smear of pre cum over her eyes and cheeks. I pulled back a little so I could grab my cock and started slapping it against her face.

“What a fucking whore you are. Open your mouth for Daddy, stick out your tongue.”

As she did I started thumping my cock against it, watching her try to catch it in her slutty little mouth was almost enough to make me blow my load right there. Instead I slid it into that beautiful mouth. The warm velvet flickering over the underside of my cock was wonderful, she was a natural.

I wanted to be nice, enjoy a leisurely blow job, but I caught that smug look in her eyes. She looked like a cat that had gotten the cream. Not like someone that was learning why she shouldn’t prance around like a whore.

“Stupid fucking cunt, you think this gaziantep üniversiteli escort is a joke? Don’t worry I know how to take that look off of your face.” On that note I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my entire length down her throat. I felt her pull back, trying to escape the onset on her throat, her head whacked against the refrigerator.

Laughing I told her there was nowhere to go. Now gagging on my cock, spit dripping down her chin coating my balls, she started to understand, And the silent tears started, I could feel her fear and her throat constricting my cock, milking it as she sniffled. I continued fucking her throat as savagely as I could. Bringing my dick to the tip of her lips before forcing it back down, letting her catch a breath than gagging her again.

I could feel the cum rising in me. I let go of her hair and pulled my cock out of the warm confines of her mouth. Caught off balance she collapsed to the floor, those legs sprawled out across the tile, tits spilled out from under her shirt, her face covered in snot, spit and tears. I have never seen anything so sexy in my entire life.

I stood over her rubbing my cock, telling her what a whore she is. Cum shot from me first landing on her cheek then a glob shot against the refrigerator dripping down the surface, before spurting the last drops onto her tits and shirt. I stood watching my cum drip down the door, thinking quick I grabbed her hair again pulling her to her knees.

“Lick it off Pumpkin. Taste Daddy’s cum.”

Watching her tongue dart out cleaning up my mess, I realized I had found the perfect little slut.

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* * * * * * * * * *

Author’s Note: “Playing With My Sister” is a bisexual series. This chapter contains male-on-male sex scenes. If this bothers you, please go read something else, rather than sending me nasty anonymous emails.

* * * * * * * * * *

After we left Don and Jack’s, Dad and I were both lost in thought and nearly silent all the way through the remainder of Vermont and Massachusetts. I kept getting boners remembering our all-male hours or from thinking about Angela and Suzie’s description of their own wild night. When I glanced over at Dad, I’d see a matching tent in his pants.

“Did you talk to Angela this morning?” Dad asked as we crossed into Connecticut. When I nodded, he continued, “Mary called and told me what happened with Angela, Suzie, Ruth and her. I told her what we did with Don and Jack, too.”

“Mary and I saw you gradually bringing Suzie out of her rigid Catholic schoolgirl shell,” he continued. “It was the same with Mary and me. You didn’t try to push yourself on her, so she relaxed and let her physical nature out. It’s hard for a horny teenage boy to hold back, but you had Angela . . .”

“Angela taught me a lot about women, too,” I interrupted. “Not just sex, but all the other things . . . Was it like that with you and Aunt Ruth?”

“Did you like the show?” Dad asked, laughing again. “While we were fucking in the store, Ruth and I knew you were watching from the office, but pretended not to notice. We saw your cum on the floor and desk, too!”

“How long have you known Angela, Suzie and I are having sex?” I asked.

“Almost from the beginning,” he answered. “When people start fucking, it changes the way they interact with each other . . . and everyone else!”

“I saw the three of you sleeping naked in each other’s arms,” Dad continued. “It was Saturday morning and I wondered where you and Angela were. You were half awake and looking at me, so I left quickly.

“Mary and I spied on you. We followed Angela to the orgy and hid in the shadows. Angela masturbated while she watched you and Suzie with Bernie and his brother Jeff. After she went inside, we watched through the bedroom window.

“Mary unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. She was wearing a push-up bra that left her nipples bare. I unzipped my pants as she bent over and flipped her skirt up. ‘Tear my panties!’ Mary whispered. I shredded the thin cloth and shoved my stiff cock up her tight wet snatch. She came over and over as I fucked her and played with her tits, finally spraying hot cum into her pussy.

“The party inside was breaking up. Mary adjusted her blouse and skirt, then balanced on my shoulder to remove her torn and cum-stained panties. ‘We’ll give them something to think about!’ she said, dropping them to the ground.

“When Mary and I got home, we were still crazy with lust,” Dad concluded. “We scattered clothes and fucked like minks in heat! Knowing you and Angela were watching turned us on even more!” He laughed at my expression. “You’re young. It’s hard for you to imagine me being your age, but I was.” His grin was wicked. “And I’ve done all the things you’re doing now.”

I was silent for a long time. “What happens now?” I finally asked. “Was last night a one-time thing?”

“Mary and I are your parents,” he answered seriously. “You and Angela are sexually and emotionally mature and over the age of consent, but you still have to follow our rules while you live under our roof.”

“Our family relationships changed last night,” Dad continued. “We’ll take the sex part as far as we all want, and the Menghini family likes to push boundaries!”

My already-hard dick grew even stiffer as I considered the possibilities. One night, Angela asked if she could call me “Dad” while I fucked her. I took her, whispering dirty talk to my “Baby Daughter” and pushing her to a violent set of orgasms before cumming in my “little girl’s” pussy.

As I held Angela afterwards, I confessed my own fantasies about our hot 41-year-old mother. “It’s okay, Stud!” Angela whispered after kissing me open-mouthed. “We have sexy parents and they turn us on.” She giggled softly and kissed me again. “Next time, you can call me ‘Mom!'”

“How did you and Aunt Ruth get started?” I asked.

“Ruth slipped into my bed one summer night when I was 18,” Dad said. “She was 22 and home from college. Ruth was naked and my cock stiffened in my briefs as she pressed her bare breasts against my chest.

“Ruth took my hand and guided it between her legs. Her soft puffy mound, lightly covered with scratchy hair, was hot and moist. ‘Push your finger into me,’ she whispered. ‘Right there!’ I ran my index finger over her complicated folds and was startled when they suddenly opened. ‘That’s it!’ Ruth gasped as my finger slid smoothly into her hot slick tunnel.

“‘Play with me!’ Ruth commanded. ‘Slide your finger in and out . . . Yeah! Like that! Keep doing it! . . . Anything you want!’

“I was gentle at first, but quickly became bold, working my fingers gaziantep suriyeli escort in the hot wet muscular hole between my sister’s legs. ‘Are you all right?’ I asked anxiously when she started moaning and arching her back.

“‘I’m cumming!’ Ruth gasped. ‘Having an orgasm!’

“‘Does that hurt?’ I asked.

“‘No!’ she answered. ‘It feels wonderful! Keep playing!’ Ruth thrashed and moaned as I drove two rough fingers into her pussy. ‘Keep going! Harder!’ she commanded every time I slowed down.

“‘Ruth finally collapsed, gasping for breath, flat on her back with her legs open. She was fondling her breasts and swollen nipples with one hand while holding mine with the other, keeping my fingers inside her.

“It only took Ruth a minute to recover. ‘That was great!’ she said, pulling me on top of her and kissing me. I was startled when she opened her mouth. I’d never tongue-kissed before! My cock was standing up in my briefs and the fabric was wet and slick with the juice leaking from my tip.

“I removed my shorts when Ruth ordered me onto my back. ‘Your cock is so pretty!’ she exclaimed.

“Ruth knelt facing my feet and lowered her pubic mound onto my face. ‘Stick your tongue out!’ she commanded, pulling her folds open to reveal her shiny pink depths. I licked Ruth as she squirmed over my face, moaning from another long orgasm.

“She suddenly gushed juice, splashing my face and filling my mouth with pungent fluid. ‘What was that?’ I gasped. ‘Did you piss on me?’

“Ruth laughed. ‘No, I just came so hard I squirted pussy juice. I’ve never done that before!’

“She bent over and took my erect penis in her mouth, stroking my shaft and sliding her lips over my swollen cock-head, while grinding her open pussy against my mouth. I ate her frantically while the pressure built in my nuts. Ruth was cumming again when my cock suddenly spurted. She gulped frantically as I filled her mouth with hot semen.

“When Ruth turned around and kissed me, I tasted my own cum on her lips and tongue. ‘I never realized my little brother is so talented!’ she whispered as she rose from the bed. ‘I’ve got to go . . . we sure don’t want Mom and Dad catching us . . . but I’ll be back tomorrow night!’

“The next night, I couldn’t go to sleep at all. I lay awake, naked under the sheet with my prick rock hard, listening as the household sounds died down. Ruth arrived after midnight, naked like before. I rose from the bed and took her in my arms. My hard-on rubbed her belly as we kissed passionately.

“Ruth lay on the bed and pulled me on top of her with my face buried between her big breasts. Her nipples swelled between my lips as I sucked and kissed them while caressing her fleshy tits. ‘Harder!’ she whispered, moaning orgasmically as I mauled her breasts and bit — using lips but not teeth — her long hard nipples.

“‘Your cock!’ Ruth gasped. ‘Put it in now!’ When I had trouble finding the secret opening in her folds, she quickly reached down and guided me into position. A fraction of an inch inside her, I met a wall of unyielding flesh. Ruth twisted her pelvis and I suddenly slid into her tight slick depths, all the way to my balls.

“‘Fuck me hard!’ Ruth commanded. ‘Hard and fast!’ My virginity ended as I slammed my teenage dick into her muscular snatch. I shot after a few strokes.

“Kneeling between Ruth’s thighs with my still-erect penis deep inside her, I played with her breasts in the rough way she liked until she screamed and came.

“After Ruth licked the juices from my cock and I sucked the cream out of her pussy, she said ‘You’re just 18, so you should be able to shoot again!’

“I fucked Ruth for a long time, fast and slow, lying between her legs with my chest cushioned by her breasts, kissing her and fondling her tits, pushing her to several orgasms before spraying my own hot juice into her.

“That was the first of many nights,” Dad concluded. “Ruth taught me a lot that summer and learned from me, too. We’ve had other partners, but are still lovers. We stopped having sex when Mary and I married, but that changed . . .”

“Angela told me about Mom and Aunt Ruth,” I said.

“Yeah!” Dad laughed. “Mary and I had been married for three years when she and Ruth started . . . “

A big pickup lunged into our path. Our big heavy truck lurched as Dad slammed on the brakes and swerved to avoid it. “Jesus! What a moron!” he muttered.

“We’re getting into New Haven traffic,” Dad said. “The story about Mary and Ruth can wait. Right now, it’s your turn. What was your first time with Angela like?”

I told him the whole story, starting with the way Angela and I had been looking at each other for months, each of us realizing how sexy the other had become . . .

By the time I’d finished, we were approaching Stamford, near the New York state line. Our cocks were both straining in our pants. “We’re high above traffic in the truck cab,” I observed. “Nobody would see me suck gaziantep türbanlı escort you off while you drive.”

“That’s something Mary would do!” he laughed. “She likes to play on road trips when we don’t bring you and Angela.”

“Mom sucks you off while you’re driving?” I asked, imagining the scene.

“She has,” Dad answered. “And I’ve fingered her to orgasm. Remember the big red convertible we had when you were kids?”

“Sure.” Every few weekends, Mom and Dad would leave Angela and me with Aunt Ruth and go driving, leaving Saturday morning and returning Sunday night.

“We’d put the top down,” Dad said. “Mary would wear a tight button-down blouse and a short skirt, without bra or panties. She’d unbutton her blouse, put her feet up on the dashboard and flash truckers. After she’d teased me long enough, Mary would unzip my pants and take my cock out. We played in the car and usually came. At sunset, we always checked into a motel and fucked until dawn!”

“Do you still have sex in the car?” I asked.

“Sure!” he laughed. “Mary and I had a wild time on our last trip!” Mom and Dad had driven to Nebraska and back two months before Angela had taken my virginity.

Dad’s phone rang just as I put my hand on his bulging crotch. “It’s Mary,” he said as he flipped it open. “Hi Baby!” He listened for a moment, then switched it to speaker.

“Hi, boys!” Mom and Angela purred in unison.

“We’re here together . . .” Mary continued, ” . . . naked in bed!” Angela giggled in the background. “Ruth is worn out and Suzie had to go home. We’re alternating between playing and napping.”

“Do Don and Jack like women?” Angela asked. “With Ruth and Suzie, that would make four naughty girls for four bad boys!”

“Don has been married and still dates women,” Dad answered. “Jack is pretty gay, but I’ll bet you girls can get him to change teams.”

“That will be great for the future,” Mary said. “But right now, Angela and I are horny as hell. Women are fine, but we need some big stiff thick cocks! When will you get here?”

“It’ll probably be two hours, with the traffic,” Dad answered. It was 11:30 AM and we were approaching Greenwich. “And I guess we should eat lunch.”

“Yes, you boys need to keep your energy up!” Mary agreed. “Get here as soon as you can. Angela and I will be waiting!”

Traffic was heavy on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway and it was nearly 3:00 PM when Dad and I left the truck beside our warehouse and locked the parking lot gate.

Angela and Mom were waiting on the landing outside the second-story family apartment, identically dressed in white “Menghini Hardware” Tee-shirts and tiny black shorts.

They looked more like sisters than mother and daughter, both nearly 6′ tall with strong Italian features, big athletic bodies, thick black shoulder-length hair, light olive skin and large firm breasts with hard nipples straining against the tight-fitting fabric of their Tee-shirts.

Mom was a little heavier and had bigger tits than Angela, but both women exuded raw sex. My cock was already straining against my briefs as Dad and I climbed the stairs to the landing.

“Hi Baby!” Dad cried, rushing into Mom’s arms. They kissed open-mouthed and dry-humped as Angela and I stared.

“It’s good to see YOU, Squirt!” Angela finally said. We kissed tentatively, painfully aware of Mom and Dad making out three feet away. I wrapped my arms around her back and pulled our bodies together, flattening her breasts and pressing her hard nipples into my chest. We kissed passionately as she ground her crotch against my bulge.

Strong hands gripped my shoulders and spun me around, to a new set of eager lips, big cushiony breasts and hard nipples. I wrapped my arms around Mom’s back and slid my hands down to cup her buttocks.

“Oh Dad!” Angela moaned behind me. Mom unfastened my belt, unzipped my jeans and reached inside to fondle the painfully swollen bulge in my briefs. “Oh fuck!” Angela whispered. “Dad, you’ve got me so close . . . Oh Jesus!” Mom stroked my cock through my underwear as we listened to Angela cumming behind us.

“No, Mom!” I groaned, catching her hand. “I don’t want to shoot SO fast!” We turned to watch Angela humping Dad’s hand through her tight black shorts, moaning and clinging to his chest as he fingered her through an extended climax.

“Jesus!” Angela finally whispered dreamily. She was staring at Dad’s face, but her eyes weren’t focused.

“Come on, Baby,” Dad said, putting an arm around Angela’s shoulder to hold her steady as he opened the apartment door and guided her inside. Mom and I held hands as we followed them through the living room and into the master bedroom.

Mom stopped me in the center of the room. “I want to see your cock!” she said, unfastening my belt. My jeans fell around my ankles as Mom sank to her knees and pulled my briefs down.

“It’s so beautiful!” she whispered a moment later, wrapping her fingers gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort around my rigid shaft. “Your penis is similar to Leo’s but distinctly yours. It’s a little smaller than his, but you’ve got another growth spurt coming.”

“When Leo and I watched your orgy from the alley . . . as he tore my panties and thrust into my hot eager snatch . . . I was staring at your hard cock and fantasizing about you fucking me!” Mom continued, caressing my balls and slowly stroking my shaft, occasionally running her index finger over my head and smearing the fluid leaking from my cum-slit.

The tension was building in my balls. “Mom! I’m getting close! Do you want . . . “

“Oh Baby!” she whispered. “I want you to shoot in my face, hair, mouth, between my breasts, up my ass . . . but first in my pussy!”

As I fumbled with my shoes and clothes, Mom quickly shed her sandals, black shorts and clinging Tee-shirt. I stared at her for a long moment. She still looked like Angela, with a tall athletic body, a muscular butt and big firm breasts with thick pink nipples protruding from broad brown swollen areolas. While Angela had a thick black pubic thatch, Mom’s mound was bare, with a sparse Vee of black hair running up her crotch like an exclamation mark.

“Come on, Baby!” Mom said, leading me to the king-sized bed. “I’m ready to get fucked good and hard!”

Dad had been standing a few feet away. Angela was on her knees, sucking his swollen pole. “Let’s go, Baby Doll,” he said, pulling her to her feet.

Mom and Angela lay naked on the bed, holding hands. Their big tits formed graceful mounds on their chests, with their matching thick pink nipples protruding from broad brown swollen areolas. The women opened their legs, showing their ragged puffy purple pussy lips. Mom’s bare mound gleamed with her juices, while Angela’s sexy little snatch was almost hidden in her thick wet pubic thatch.

Dad and I stared at the wantonly-spread women on the bed for several moments, then turned to grin at each other. “Do you think your mother and my daughter want something?” he asked.

“Oh yeah!” I answered, looking from his face down his flat chest to his rigid club. It was 7″ long and 2″ thick, with a complicated network of heavy blue veins below the dark olive skin. Dad’s cock-head was bell-shaped, with smooth flesh descending gracefully from the tiny lips surrounding his pee-slit and flaring out into a 2-1/2″ wide lip that merged into his deep corneal ring. The dark skin of his bulging balls looked almost black against his light skin and were covered with the curly dark hair that spread over his crotch.

“You’ve become a man!” Dad said. “A big man!” He wrapped his hand around my hard pole. “Your dick even looks like mine!” My stiff penis, although only 6″ long and 1-3/4″ thick, definitely resembled Dad’s. My cock head was conical, rather than bell-shaped, but had the same pronounced Vee and flared out into a deep corneal ring, just like his.

“Come on, boys!” Mom said insistently. “You can play with each other later!”

Dad moved between Angela’s thighs and pressed his hard thick cock into her folds. “Oh yeah!” she moaned. “I’ve been dreaming about this!” I stared at his long pole disappearing into her heavy black pubic thatch.

Mom grabbed me, pulling my body down onto hers and kissing me passionately. “Come on, Son!” she whispered, wrapping her fingers around my stiff pole and guiding it into position. “Fuck me now!”

“This is my mother!” I thought as I slid inside, all the way to my balls. Her hot slick muscular walls gripped my head and shaft. I thought of Mom’s pussy spasming as she came on the night I was conceived, sucking Dad’s sperm-laden cum directly into her uterus.

Beside us, Angela was on her back with her legs spread wide, moaning as Dad took her with long slow strokes, occasionally pulling out to rub his swollen cock-head against her clit.

“Do it, Paul!” Mom gasped, seizing my hands and placing them on her breasts. “Fuck me rough! Squeeze my tits and hammer my cunt! I’m a big tough lusty woman and I don’t want to be treated like a china doll!”

I pawed Mom’s breasts, squeezing them hard as I drove my long thick rod into her hot tight snatch, slamming my swollen balls against her mound. I wanted to hold back . . . to savor this first time . . . but I was seconds away from cumming . . . I fucked her even harder.

“Yeah, Paul, shoot it!” Mom cried. “Oh fuck! Oh yeah!” she screamed as I rammed her, squirting deep in her pussy with each thrust. “Shoot your hot man-juice up my tight wet cunt! Fuck yeah, Baby! Give it all to me! Fuck yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!”

I finally collapsed on Mom’s chest, gasping for breath. “I can feel your heart beating,” she purred, kissing my face and stroking my hair as she held me.

Dad was still toying with Angela, kneeling between her open thighs and playing with her breasts, keeping her at the edge of orgasm. Her pussy lips gripped his flaring cock-head as he worked it slowly in and out, stimulating her sensitive entrance.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she gasped. “Jesus, Dad! I’m so close!”

“Oh God Yeah!” Angela cried, cumming as Dad slammed his full length into her. “Oh Fuck! Oh God Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed as he rammed her relentlessly, bellowing like a bear. “Jesus, yes! Shoot inside me! Empty your big thick hard cock in my hot hungry snatch!”

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Reluctance/non-con warning

All of the characters are 18+

First time trying to write this kind of story so hopefully it isn’t too cringey.

*****

For the fourth day in a row, I woke up to an obnoxious beeping. No light spilled into the room through closed curtains. It was probably around four in the morning again. I tried to ignore the noise, to mute it with a pillow over my head and the blankets pulled up, but the noise was insistent. Muttering curses under my breath, I climbed out of bed and began my search for the damned device. Five minutes later, I found it taped to the bottom side of a dresser drawer and smashed it.

With the noise quelled, I tried to fall back asleep, hoping for at least another hour before I had to get up for work. Instead, I laid in bed seething. My older sisters were back from college on winter break, and whatever hope I held that a half a year at college might change them had been shattered early.

As far back as I could remember, the twins had enjoyed torturing me. Sometimes, in moments of depression, I imagined I had done something to deserve the mistreatment, but no one deserved that level of cruelty. Forcing me up at four in the morning was for them a minor thing compared to most of their pranks. I opened my eyes and stared up at the ceiling; the memories fueling my anger.

When I was eleven, I went through a period of bedwetting, which grew so bad my parents took me to therapy. It stopped when I woke up one night to find my sister’s pulling my hand from a cup of water and sneaking from the room. My parents didn’t believe me when I told them, but my sisters did at least stop.

My freshman year of high school, on the first day of school, they replaced my shampoo with Nair. It was only after it was well lathered onto my scalp that I noticed an odd smell, but it was too late by then. The short hair that had covered my head was a splotchy mess. With nothing else to do, I hurried and shaved my head with a razor, leaving my lumpy head bald and nicked. My entire freshmen year people made fun of me for that.

It was my junior year that they pushed me over the edge, to the point I could honestly say I hated them. I was the first junior in the history of our school to be asked to captain our varsity wrestling team. The day of our first meet, I was so excited I thought my heart might burst and my stomach rumbled in nervous anticipation. Except, it wasn’t the nervous anticipation that moved my stomach. It was the laxatives that my sister’s had slipped into my breakfast that morning. I shit myself in the middle of my second match.Many nicknames were invented that year, but the one that stuck even to this day was Daniel “the dumper” Dunn. Everyone enjoys alliteration, right?

That saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ was bullshit because my senior year with my sisters away at college had been the best yet. I was even close to getting my first girlfriend. But there was the briefest moment when they first returned that I was glad to see them. I thought maybe it wasn’t as bad as I remembered, maybe we could get along.

Anna had covered the toilet paper in my bathroom in itching powder that first day, which led me to spending that evening at dinner fidgeting uncontrollably and the rest of my night trying to tame that insufferable itching. The next morning I had woken up to the first of Emma’s nefarious creations and every morning since.

I rolled over to look at my alarm, my blood boiling under my skin. It was 4:30 AM, still a couple hours until I had to leave. Fantasies of storming into my sister’s room and destroying their things played through my mind. I knew better though, every time in the past I had retaliated it had only made things worse.

With nails digging into my palm, I rolled out of bed, put on some clothes and went for an early morning run. The air outside was cool, and small patches of ice still covered the ground in spots. My sister’s would be gone again in five days and I would be going off to college in less than a year. The best thing to do was not let them get to me, I just needed to stay calm and survive. I let my mind empty as I made my way towards the nearby Park. An hour and seven miles later, I returned home feeling calm.

“Good morning, you are up early again.” My dad remarked as I passed by the kitchen.

“Yea, I guess.”

I didn’t stop to talk, preferring instead to shower, which required a few minutes of shaking towels out to check for various powders, sniffing shampoo and ensuring the door lock was working. Mostly satisfied nothing horrible was going to happen, I turned on the shower and reveled in the warm water, trying once again to banish my demon sisters from my mind. Five more days, just five more days.

After a longer than normal shower, I got dressed in my brown khakis and a blue-white long sleeve flannel. I had twenty minutes before I needed to leave, so I went downstairs for a quick snack. Emma was at the stove cooking eggs.

“Morning half-pint, couldn’t seks hikayeleri sleep?” The bitch asked, the smugness clear in her voice.

I didn’t reply, heading to the fridge instead to grab a yogurt, banana and Gatorade to replenish my electrolytes after my run.

“You aren’t going to have some eggs? I made extra just for you!”

“I’m late.” I lied, deciding I would go now and eat in the parking lot at Walmart. There was no way I was having any poisoned eggs for breakfast.

“You have twenty minutes don’t you?” My dad asked without looking up from his iPad.

“Jeffrey wanted me to come in a bit early for something.” I lied again and walked from the kitchen.

“That’s too bad, have a great day at work!” Emma called after me.

If I could have seen her face, I was sure it would be covered in a smug smile. I drove to work blasting Linkin Park, which had a way of calming me with its aggression. As I pulled into the parking lot, I twisted open the Gatorade and took a big gulp, thirsty after singing along. My mouth was filled with an intense salty flavor, making me gag a moment before spitting the liquid back into the bottle. I shut my eyes tight and tried to stay calm.

“Fuck!” I screamed and threw the bottle out the window, causing it to split open and spray its contents all over the parking lot.

It was an old favorite of Anna’s, dyed salt water to replace my Gatorade. I still didn’t know how she managed not to break the seal when she did it. My eyes wandered to the yogurt and banana. I couldn’t trust them either. With a sigh, I gathered my things and then left the car. Grabbing my Gatorade trash, I made my way inside throwing it away and the probably tainted food along with it. Any of the anger I had managed to quell since that morning had returned ten times over.

Alicia greeted me as I walked in. I replied with an angry grunt. I bought a new Gatorade and a yogurt, which I had to eat quickly, not even getting to enjoy in order to make sure I could punch in on time.

Stocking shelves was mind numbing and more tiring than it should be. Exactly what I needed to distract me from five more days of this torture, five more days of relentless bullying by the twin bitches that occupied my house. And this was the last day I worked before the holidays, meaning long days at home with them. Maybe I could ask Jeffrey for more days.

“Damn Dan, you look pissed.”

I looked up from my work to see Max, another senior on the wrestling team. He was a good enough guy, and after having his ass handed to him enough times, had stopped using my nickname.

“I am pissed.” I said, continuing to stock the shelves.

“Aw man, it’s Christmas broski. You shouldn’t be pissed.”

“I woke up at four again to one of my sister’s little pranks, and she replaced my Gatorade with salt water.”

“Damn broseph, they must really hate you. It’s too bad they are so fucking hot.”

I slammed a bottle of laundry detergent onto the shelf and glared at Max. Every time I complained about my sister’s all I heard was how hot they were, and no one ever seemed to take the torture seriously.

“Sorry, brolin powell, but hey, they are only here a few more days right?”

“Five more days.”

“That’s not so bad then! If you need to escape your house, you can always come chill at mine.”

“Thanks.”

“Anytime brohammed and let your sisters know the offer extends to them as well.”

I threw a box of gushers at him, which he dodged as he scurried away down the aisle. A small smile did find its way onto my face, he had managed to cheer me up a small amount even if he was an ass. That was how messing with people was supposed to be. Harmless, healthy ribbing not merciless and scaring abuse. Just five more days and my life would return to its normal, average highschool level of torment.

My mind wandered to Amanda. She wasn’t the prettiest or most popular girl in school, but she was far and away the kindest. In fact, of all of my classmates, Amanda was the only one that I couldn’t remember ever calling me some cruel nickname. I smiled and moved down the aisle, stocking shelves as I went. Sometimes, Amanda would come by when I was working and just hang out. Jeffrey would eventually find us and yell at us, making Amanda giggle and run off like a scolded child even though she didn’t even work here. I wouldn’t mind being fired at all to hear her lilting giggle. Almost the entire rest of my shift, I spent daydreaming about her. I resigned myself to ask her on a date for new years.

Of course, my joy filled day dreaming wasn’t to last. As I was mopping up a spill, I heard a cackle that made my hairs stand on end and my heart beat faster. It was Anna, a few aisles over and talking to Max. She was looking for me. A strange mixture of anger and terror drove me to hide in the back. It was only thirty minutes until my shift was done, with luck I could hide until then and no one would notice me missing.

Around thirty minutes gaziantep şişman escort later, Max came into the back.

“Bronado! Your sister left, you can stop hiding!” He shouted into the store room, aimed at nothing in particular.

My heart raced as I contemplated what to do. Could I trust Max? Had my sister corrupted him? I decided he wasn’t that evil, not like my sisters.

“What did she want?” I asked, as I climbed out from behind some boxes.

Max shrugged and said, “She said she was just coming to see you.”

“I don’t believe that for a moment. You are sure she left?”

“I watched her leave the store.” He said with a shrug. “But check it, I got her number.”

I pushed past it. If he wanted to experience the devilry, that was my sister he was more than welcome to.

“Did anyone else notice I was missing?”

“Jeffery asked about you, but I covered for your stupid ass, so you owe me.”

“Thanks, brovereign.” I said.

“Oh, I like that one broworker, might have to borrow it.”

“It’s all yours, I’m gonna clock out and sprint to my car. I’ll see you around.”

“Have a good Christmas! And send me pics of your sister’s in their cute Christmas PJs.”

“Ugh, merry Christmas asshole.” I said as I walked out of the room to clock out while Max chuckled behind me.

By some miracle, I made it to my car without incident. The engine rumbled to life, Linkin Park blared and a loud pop exploded from behind me. My heart sank as I stopped the car, feeling the slight lean to the body already. I got out to find the driver’s side back tire flat, which was just my luck. I pulled back into my spot, which luckily had room on the side for me to put on the spare. The only problem was, when I lifted the trunk cover, my spare was missing. A car pulled up behind me and stopped.

“Hey runt, we missed you in the store. Having car troubles?” Anna asked, Emma sitting in the driver’s seat beside her.

A fog of anger clouded my mind. My sister’s had done this. They had popped my tire and stolen my spare. A new tire would be a hundred easily and if they didn’t return the spare another hundred. Despite wrestling, I was not a violent person. Hurting people didn’t make me feel good, it was the sport of wrestling I enjoyed. And yet, in that moment, I had never wanted so badly to break another human being. To rip Anna from her car and slam her into the trunk of mine, shove her head into the spot where the spare should be and demand she return it. Listen to her cry as I hurt her.

“Fuck you.” I growled.

“Well, that’s rude.” Emma said.

“Yea, we were going to offer you a ride but if you are going to be like that then nevermind!” Anna followed up before the pair drove off laughing, leaving me stranded, seething and wishing desperately they would get into a car accident on the way home and die.

It took two hours for AAA to show up and tow my car to a local shop, which was of course closed at this hour. So I left it in the parking lot and took an Uber home. My family was eating dinner, and my mother scolded me for not picking up my phone or letting them know where I was. I ignored her, made my way to my room, locked the door and pulled a hidden bottle of whiskey out of my closet. It was a quarter full, and at that moment it seemed like not enough as I chugged the burning liquid.

Five more days was too long. Once my car was fixed I could run away, stay in a hotel for five days until they left. I chugged more. Or Max might let me stay with him. That way I wouldn’t have to pay for a hotel. The problem was my parents would find out where I was and then my sister’s would know, no one could know where I went. It would have to be a hotel. I carried the bottle over to my laptop and spent the next hour finding the absolute cheapest, shittiest hotel I could and booking four nights. When the bottle was empty, I laid down and waited for sleep to find me. My mind alternated between simmering rage, and a profound sadness at spending my Christmas alone in a seedy hotel, all because my sisters were creatures from hell. After some time, the alcohol caught up to me and I passed out.

*****

When I woke up my head was throbbing and rolling over sent the world rolling as well. A horrible beeping assaulted my ears, making my head feel like it might crack. It was eight, so at least my drunken sleep had let me ignore the beeping for four hours. That almost seemed like a curse, as I crawled from my bed and fighting back nausea, searched for the latest torture device. What felt like an eternity later I found it, tapped to the back of my drapes, and smashed it. Then I laid back down where I was and tried to let the world still around me.

It was two hours later when I finally stood up, feeling quite a bit better after my extra nap. My head still throbbed lightly, and quick movements made the world grow unsteady, but it was a major improvement. I showered and then called the shop, who had my tire in gaziantep sınırsız escort stock and agreed to have it on before they closed. With my hotel room booked, all that was left was to hide in my room for the rest of the day until I picked up my car. My stomach roared in protest at the thought, I hadn’t eaten dinner last night and it was now almost lunch time.

I pressed my ear to my door and listened for long moments, not hearing anything. So, I tiptoed my way downstairs and to the kitchen to find it empty. A note on the counter from my parents said they had gone to do some last minute Christmas shopping and would be back later that night. The only safe thing to eat was something I hated, that my sister’s wouldn’t think to sabotage, so I grabbed the box of my dad’s mini wheats and scurried back upstairs. Something made me pause as I slunk by Anna’s room.

There was moaning coming from behind the door, but it wasn’t just Anna’s voice. It was Emma’s voice too. Were they masturbating together? My feet carried me hurriedly back to my room, where I dug through my closet for a device I had purchased long ago for just this reason. A small camera, on a thin bendy stick that could plug in to my phone. It was finally my chance to get some blackmail to hold over my sister’s, to make them be nice to me. When I made it back to the door, the moaning was still going, broken up by my sisters speaking softly to one another. I slid the camera under the door and turned it on.

My mind was not prepared for what it was going to see. Anna and Emma were completely naked, sitting facing each other on the bed. They were both using small vibrating bullets on their neatly trimmed pussies, which were drooling creamy juices onto towels placed beneath them. Anna was giggling and playing with one of Emma’s pert breasts while Anna’s free hand stroked gently at her sister’s thigh.

Despite who it was I was watching, my cock grew hard and an urge to stroke it filled me. My sisters were hot even if I hated to admit it and seeing them like this was beyond arousing. I toggled the camera to record and resisted the compulsion to masturbate in favor of revenge.

They continued moaning, giggling and teasing one another until Emma pushed Anna down onto the bed. She kissed her, holding her head to the bed as her knee slid between her legs and spread them. From my angle, it was hard to see as Emma licked and kissed her way down Anna’s glistening body until her head was obscured by tanned thighs. Immediately Anna started moaning again, her legs closing to trap our sister between them. Emma slid one of her own hands to her raised lower body and between her legs while her other gripped firmly to Anna’s thigh.

My cock strained against the fabric that contained it, and my heart raced. My sisters were performing incest, and I was watching, recording. It was arousing, and the fact that it was going to be their undoing filled me with joy.

Anna writhed under Emma’s ministrations, grabbing her hair and forcing her against her pussy while her legs shook and she screamed. Emma seemed happy to continue and for long moments dragged out her twin sister’s orgasm. Eventually it became too much for Anna, who pulled Emma away from her to reveal Emma’s now glistening, cream covered face. They kissed, a deep passionate kiss that lasted for long seconds before the two pulled away and looked at one another with soft smiles.

Emma leaned back, pulling Anna into her and pushing her head towards her own sex. A part of me wanted to watch for longer, to record more, but I had enough for my blackmail. So I stopped the video, pulled the camera back, and uploaded a copy to my Google drive. I tested the door and to my surprise it wasn’t locked. With a shit-eating grin on my face and trembling hands, I opened it and stepped inside.

“What the fuck are you doing! Get out!” Emma screamed, as Anna bolted up from between her legs, pulling thick strands of cum up with her, which snapped and coated their bodies.

“I recorded you and I am going to show mom and dad if you don’t stop messing with me!”

They blinked at me for a few seconds before the pair started laughing, making my heart beat even faster. Neither made any effort to cover themselves and they did not actually seem that bothered by my intrusion, which set me on edge.

“Please, you are too much of a pussy to do that.” Emma said.

Fighting back laughter Anna followed up saying, “Yea, and even if you did, we would just tell mom that you put us up to it. That you raped us!”

It felt like my heart was going to hammer free from my chest. I had imagined the conversation going so differently. Why did this always happen when I tried to stand up to them?

“Our parents won’t believe you!” I shouted back, more in panic than actual belief as I closed the distance between us.

“Oh, please.” Anna said, wiping away a tear from laughing so hard. “They always believe us.”

“Why won’t you just stop? Why do you enjoy torturing me!”

“Because you are a little bitch who has never once stood up for yourself.” Emma said.

“Seriously, you’ve never gotten us back in all these years. No way you start now.” Anna added.

My blood was boiling as I made my way to the bed, and glared at my naked willowy sisters, sitting side by side and laughing at my pain. Years of torment and their excuse was that I never fought back?

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His daughter Zoey had her high school friends over for a frolic in the pool. His wife had left the two of them about two weeks earlier so he was home and trying to make ends meet. It was a lovely day and the young ladies, 6 of them, swam, sunbathed, and talked about boys.

As he watched them from his bedroom window, he had to admit that he got turned on seeing them rub suntan lotion on each other and strut around the pool. His favorite part was watching them adjust their little thong bikinis that all the girls are wearing these days. The material kept creeping up their tight little asses and pussies. Knowing he was alone and couldn’t be detected behind the dark paned glass of his upstairs window, he unzipped his swim shorts and let them slide to the floor. His manhood stood out away from my body and pointed in the direction of the young ladies. He stood in just a white t-shirt and stroked himself as he watched the little ladies carry on downstairs in his back yard.

He spotted the cute tall blonde, Ashley, smooth out her bikini bottom in front so it wouldn’t show her delicious camel toe and stroked his cock and dreamt of licking her little slit until she moaned with passion. Amber, a little brunette, was on her back getting a suntan and decided to roll to her stomach. Wow, he thought, she had a lovely ass and as she settled on her belly, her right hand swung around her back to pull the cotton fabric of her pink bikini out of her butt cheeks. He knew he could get used to burying his face in her ass cheeks and eating her snatch from behind as she pushed her hips back against his tongue. He was really working his cock when the door to his room swung open and his daughter stepped in. She closed it quietly behind her and leaned back against the door, locking it as she looked at him.

‘Wow, someone’s really enjoying the party aren’t they?” she stated as she stared at his cock. She was shaking her head from side to side as she came forward and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m so glad mom left,” she started to say but he cut her off.

“Shsss,” he told her, holding his right index to his lips and then put his hands up on her shoulders. His hands cupped her there and he pushed her to the floor.

“Well, well, well,” Zoey giggled as she knelt down quickly to keep from falling to the floor. She laughed as his left hand cupped her head and pulled it to his lap. Wide mouthed, she took in the head of his cock. She wanted to tease and taste his cock but he had other ideas. His cock was rock hard from watching the young teeny bobbers in the pool and he wanted to explode. Taking either side of his daughter’s head, he roughly fucked at her mouth with abandon.

Zoey giggled and sucked and tried to breathe through her nose. She had her face fucked by him numerous times before and knew it was best not to fight him and try her best to breath and relax between his mad pares into her mouth.

“Grab my ankles you little slut,” he told her as I quickly bobbed her head in his lap. Zoey did as her father asked, not because she was afraid to make him mad but because she loved him and would do anything for him. He had taught her the joys of cock sucking and she had wanted to please him in every way, ever since.

“Take it all the way down,” He told her now as she clung to his ankles and opened her mouth wide. Her nose felt the familiar tickle of his pubic hair and she sniffed his manliness as he held her face against his pelvis and wiggled his hips to move his 7-inch cock around in her young throat. He grunted and then let her up for air.

Zoey knew to catch her breath but not to wipe her face as he liked what he called a ‘Juicy Blow Job”. He had taught her all his favorite things during Christmas break after she had turned 18 and her mom was away on one of her many business trips. With mouth wide open, she felt her dad’s hands grab a hold of her hair and pull her face into his lap again. His cock jabbed at her mouth but missed and the head slid along her cheek and wiped pre-cum from her upper lip to her forehead. She giggled as it caught her off guard and seemed comical. Her dad would laugh later but not now when he was trying to get off and fucking her face.

“Put it in your mouth,” her dad told her and she moved her hands to grab his cock.

“Put your hands down,” he told her and she opened her mouth wider and tried to catch it with her mouth. Her dad’s serious nature waned when this happened though as he liked to play with Zoey and her mouth. As she opened her mouth to capture his hard on, he swung his hips so his long shaft and wet head smacked playfully on her cheeks and nose. Zoey liked it too. Her mind flashed with the memories of when she gave her dad her first blowjob during the holidays. She thought about how she was delirious for days afterward as she fell in love with the texture, smell, and warmth of her father’s cock in her mouth and against her skin. She felt herself get wet when she rubbed his manhood against her skin, lips, and tongue. şanlıurfa escort

“Can’t catch it, hunh?” her dad said as her stood over her and stroked his cock. Zoey frowned and shook her head, ‘Naw’.

“Do you want it?” her dad asked her teasingly. He knew she wanted it, she had always wanted it, she had told him that before. It all started when she caught her parents fooling around and saw her mom go down on her dad. Her mom could suck a great dick and as her dad sat on the couch, he bobbed her mom’s head in his lap as they were supposed to be watching some late night TV. Zoey had come home unannounced from a friend’s house. She was supposed to sleep over but had got a stomachache and decided to walk home rather than call and worry her parents. Slipping in the house she watched them from the hallway and was enamored by how her mom’s mouth could bring such pleasure to her dad. She had always had a crush on her dad so when she saw them she knew that is what she wanted to do for him. She didn’t really know what a blow job was or really seen a penis but she was willing to learn and do anything to please her dad. When her mom left for a two-week business trip after Christmas day she put her move on him. The rest was easy because her dad was such a pervert and her hot little body and mouth could break down even a saint’s will power.

Zoey made a pouty little face and shook her head ‘Naw’ again. She looked up at her dad and smiled. His hand was pumping his cock and his eyes diverted from her face to the backyard. She wondered what girlfriend had gotten him so hot and bothered. She hoped it was herself but she knew her dad and his eyes loved to stray.

“If you want it, I want you to beg me for it,” he told her and watched as two of the girls and gotten in the pool and one was climbing upon the other’s shoulders. They were challenging the other girls to join them in the pool for a game of ‘chicken fighting’. He looked back at her and she was bringing her two hands together to beg.

“Oh please, please let me suck your dick,” Zoey said with a grin. She loved her dad’s games. He loved to play all types of games and she was always willing to play along because they pleased him and she always got off.

“I don’t want you to tease me, you slut, I want my cock sucked good,” he told her playfully. He didn’t have to tell her how to suck him, she knew how; she had learned all of his favorite things during those days her mom had been away and ever since.

“I will, I will, suck you good,” Zoey said and rose up on her knees to try and put her mouth on his cock.

“Are you going to swallow?” her dad asked her as he grabbed her by the hair on top of her head and looked at her quizzically. It was yet another question he didn’t need to ask. Zoey would swallow if he wanted to her to swallow; in fact the first time she blew him she had swallowed him before she knew it was called swallowing. She had gotten down on her knees like he asked and licked and played with his cock until he told her to take him in her mouth and suck while he stroked himself. She looked up into his eyes and felt the warm gooey man juice bathe her throat as he spent himself into her mouth. She enjoyed her father’s facial expressions of ecstasy as he got off. She had found the taste to be strong but not unpalatable. She liked it but mostly she liked it because it seemed to turn her father on so much when she did swallow it.

“Yes,” she answered with a smile as her eyes moved from her father’s to his cock. Pre-cum pooled on his slit and she became enamored with it. Her dad saw it too and told her to lick it clean. With a flick of the tongue she lapped it up and sat back on her haunches and smiled.

Her dad smiled at his little prize. Zoey was any man’s dreams and she was his for the taking. His wife had grown too old and too tired for his wanton desires so he had broken her in. Zoey would contend it was her doing in seducing her dad but he knew better. He had been dreaming of the day when she would turn 18 and he could show her all of his favorite things. How he liked to be sucked, what he liked a girl to wear to turn him on and how he liked for her to act. He asked her to be his little fuck doll and he didn’t have to ask twice. She would do anything for him, like arrange this little pool party so her lecherous dad to check out her girlfriends and maybe explore the idea of getting one of them to join in on their little games.

“You are not going to toy with me are you girl?” her dad asked as he pulled her face close and began rubbing his warm, hard rod on her cheeks and lips. Her mouth opened slightly and she licked at his member as it moved across her face. His smell and its warmth were intoxicating to her and she moved her right hand to her pussy. She pulled aside the fabric of her thong and she moaned as her fingers delicately rolled her moistening lips. The sensation was so great that she rose and fell back on her ankles.

“No, gaziantep sarışın escort I won’t toy with you,” Zoey moaned as she rubbed on her clit as she split her lips open.

Her dad noticed her hand and noticed how she had wiggled when her hand toyed herself. He loved getting her off and loved how she would go breathless whenever she was close. Pulling his cock up, he planted his hairless balls on her face. She continued to lick and her tongue twirled under her ball sac and around the base of his penis.

Taking his right foot, he moved it between her bent knees and pushed his foot against the back of Zoey’s toying hand. She picked up on it and pulling her hand away she cupped his heel and pulled his instep against her clit and warm, wet pussy. She moaned as his foot’s rigid ness sent shock waves through her body. Her dad knew what her was doing and a little pressure and a little wiggle was just right to send her over the top.

“Oh fuck oh fuck,” she whispered moaned as her mouth massaged his ball sac and cock. The sight of her orgasm and trembling coupled with the sound of her cumming began to push him over the top too so he pulled back her head and pushed the head at her lips. She was taken by surprise and her closed mouth caused his cock to crash into her lips and slide against her nose. She flickered her eyes and opened her mouth to his second pare and it slid in a few inches.

“Open,” he told her and rocked his hips forward a third time. His cock came out and slid a few inches deeper and she gagged. “Suck,” he instructed, undeterred and Zoey began sucking for all she was worth as her dad’s foot caused her to wiggle to a second wave of orgasm.

“Oh yeah, keep doing it, keep doing it,” her father coached her as he held her head in his hands and rocked her forward and back on his cock. Zoey’s eyes watered but she was in heaven. Her father’s cock was in her mouth and he was throat fucking her. Her eyes looked up at him and waited for the ‘look’. Her dad always came the same way. His face would freeze and his eyes would roll back in his head and he’d forget to breathe until he had to to stop from collapsing. It was the same look he had gotten when he was being blown by her mom that time she walked in on them.

“Oh you little mink,” he called her as he began to feel his balls erupt, “Oh fuck, yeah.” His face was awash in delight as he ejaculated hard and long into her sweet throat and his lovely doll sucked him for all she was worth. She smiled to herself as another wonderful mission was accomplished. She continued to suck him as he jerked out the last remains of his love juice and watched the young ladies frolic in his pool. He patted Zoey on the head as he watched her little Asian girlfriend, Ming, get upended off the shoulders of her partner in the Chicken fights. If he could only choose one girl to add to his harem, she’d be the one. She was tiny and had the softest skin and most spectacular jade eyes. It didn’t hurt that she seemed to be into guys much more than any of the others. He had watched her study him when she thought he wasn’t looking and she dressed far trampier than the rest. She was into short belly shirts, leather mini-skirts, and knee-high boots.

Ming came up for air and realized she had lost her top. Her tight and firm b-cup titties were beautiful. She was a little cold or slightly turned on as her young nipples pointed for all to see. She was comfortable with her body, as she seemed undaunted as the other girls’ teased her for losing her top.

“You’ll have to go save Ming,” her dad said to her as he helped Zoey to her feet. Zoey looked out where he was looking and laughed. The girls were surrounding Ming and flipping her lime green top around and over her. She laughed at them trying to get it without really trying.

“Looks like it is getting interesting,” Zoey said as she stepped in front of her dad. His strong arms came down around her and he rubbed his semi-hard cock on her beautiful backside.

“Come on you dorks,” sweet little Ming chided, as she grew tired of her friends’ sophomoric teasing. She knew as small as she was and how difficult it was to move in the water that she’d never get the top back from the four girls so she chose to do the next best thing. She jumped on the girl closest to her and pushed her head under the water. Crystal was that girl, a cute little blonde that Zoey had told her dad was a ballet dancer and that wasn’t hard to see. She had an incredibly tight little body and the fullest bosom. Zoey’s dad kidded she’d never make it because most ballet dancers are dainty like her but not that stacked. Her dad said she must look like every guy’s wet dream in a leotard.

Crystal’s head went under water and as she fought to get Ming off of her, Ming tore her dark blue bikini top off of her. Zoey and her dad laughed as the tables had turned at least for Crystal. She came up from the water screaming in surprise şehitkamil escort and her C cups rose and fell in the water. The other girls saw her large chest and their eyes went wide with smiles and gaffs.

“So that’s what they look like uncovered,” her dad joked as he ran his right hand down between Zoey’s legs and rubbed her little cookie. Zoey leaned back into him and sighed. She turned her head to the side and kissed her dad on the neck. Her dad’s cock was warm and hard against he butt and lower back and she liked the feeling of it. Sticking her ass out she playfully wiggled her hips against it.

“I better go down there and help,” Zoey said as she moved to get around her perverted dad. The girls had begun to jump on each other and a bikini top free-for-all was under way. Ming was topless and wasn’t going to give up Crystal’s top. Ashley and Amber had jumped on Tina and had her stringy pink top off in seconds. As fair game they allowed her to get theirs. As they all realized they were topless, they figured ‘why not’ and decided to dunk each other instead worrying about their nudity.

“Naw, they’ll be just fine without you,” her dad told her as he held her in front of him.

‘We don’t have time,” she told her dad and tried to wiggle free.

Her dad had a glazed look over his face and pushing her shoulders forward, bent her over at the waist and quickly pulled aside her delicate bikini bottoms and pushed his cock at her still moist opening.

“Ahh,” Zoey squealed as she felt his cock slip inside her from behind and bury itself in her warm, soft quim. His cock was so thick and hard that she gasped as he fucked her. Her dad could be gentle and patient or he could be rough and unrelenting. This was not the warm and cuddly daddy. He was turned on by all her hot little friends and just wanted to fuck her hard. She loved both daddies. Sometimes she wanted him to just hold her and play gently with her little pussy and other times she wanted to be his little fuck doll and give herself up to his animal urges and perverted tastes. At times, she liked not knowing what he was going to force her to do and make her wear or say.

Her dad pulled her hands behind her back and pulled on them like reins as he pumped his hips at her sweet backside. His cock pistoned in and out of her with abandon. She spread her legs wider to keep from falling and wrapped her wrists on his forearms.

“Oh yeah, fuck me daddy,” she moaned as her pussy began to feel all creamy inside. She couldn’t pull her head up to see outside as her head had dipped under the windowsill. “Oh yeah oh yeah,” she continued as he felt his semen boiling up in his loins. He wasn’t worried about her being heard as the girls were screaming and carrying on outside, so he fucked at her harder. She was such a hot little fuck and he loved how she liked it hard and nasty.

Taking her two wrists, he put them together in his left hand and held them tight. Taking his right hand he reached to the back of her head and pulled her hair snapping it back. She groaned as she breathed through her agape mouth. He was punishing he pussy in all the right spots as his cock filled her up.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,’ she moaned and tilting her hips, rolled to a powerful orgasm. “Awww, awww,” she groaned as her body was wracked by one after another. She involuntarily tried to bring her legs together to control her spasming and nearly toppled over.

Her dad was right behind her as he felt the warm flush of her pussy juices on his cock and he began spurting his warm, gooey white liquid deep into her cunt. Letting go of her hands, he took both of his hands and grabbed her shoulders to hold her onto his draining cock. Her tight little body was screwed onto his hard member and he felt so content as he convulsed with each and every spurt. Taking his hands off of her shoulders, he grabbed her neck and turned her face to him. Squeezing her breathless, he kissed her pushing his tongue into her mouth. Zoey’s little pussy wiggled in delight on his now softening rod and she kissed back at him hard. It was times like this that made her feel so loved. No young man could make her feel so much like a woman as her dad.

They broke their kiss and regained their composure. Zoey stood in front of the full-length mirror in her dad’s room to check her bikini. She had to dap her pussy to clean up her dad’s spunk as it leaked from her wet hole. Smoothing out her bikini thong was difficult as her lips were still so engorged and full that they didn’t want to stay covered. Her dad went to his dresser drawers and found a pair of swim shorts. He watched her play with her bikini and smiled. After cumming two times, he began to feel the stirrings of another hard-on just watching her wiggle her little ass in front of the mirror. He knew it would have to wait. Zoey couldn’t keep her friends waiting that long could she.

Satisfied that her pussy was dry and covered up enough, Zoey turned from the mirror and walked over and gave her dad a kiss o the cheek. Her small right hand reached out and playfully squeezed his semi-hard cock through his swim shorts. “Thanks dad,” she told him and sauntered off to the door. She unlocked it, opened and stepped through the doorway, pausing to look over her shoulder. She always did. She wanted to see if her dad was looking at her ass. He always was.

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I woke up feeling happier than I had in years. It was disorienting at first. I wasn’t looking at my ceiling or out the window that was in my room. I was looking at a wall with a painting of the ocean. It was a beautiful watercolor painting and it took me a while for my sleep-fogged brain to recognize that it as one that was in Mom and Dad’s room.

I was in my parent’s bedroom.

I felt someone stir behind me and turned onto my back to see who it was. Daddy was still fast asleep in the bed beside me.

Once again I lay in bed with one thought only: it wasn’t a dream.

I relished in that thought for a moment before I got out of bed and dressed. I was still a bit sticky with cum, but I didn’t care. I smelled like Daddy and I wanted to keep that smell with me all day. I wore the same underwear and dress that I had the night before, then went down to the kitchen. I was feeling good. I was going to make breakfast for everyone. I couldn’t not talk to Mama now, and I figured it would be easier if I made breakfast first.

Daddy didn’t stir as I got out of bed and made my way downstairs. I turned to go into the kitchen when something caught my eye in the living room.

The couch was in the wrong place. I shouldn’t be able to see it from the hallway, but I could. Curious, I went into the living room and was surprised to find my mom and sister entwined in each other’s limbs, and completely naked. Not even a blanket covered them in the warm summer morning.

I gasped at the beauty of the sight. And got hard. I mean it was hot. Not going to lie, seeing Mama and Paris together like that, was hot. My little gasp woke Mama up and she looked at me but just smiled. She put one finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet then shooed me away. I nodded and went into the kitchen. Before I could get started though, Mama was there, in her usual bathrobe, looking as ordinary as any other day. Looking like she hadn’t just been caught sleeping naked with her daughter – or that she had seen her son walking around with b cup breasts in a dress.

“Let me look at you,” Mama said taking both my hands. I held my head up and posed a bit for her. “You look amazing. What are you stuffing your bra with?”

We sat down for that conversation. Mama got us glasses of lemonade and I told her the story of what had happened over the last couple of days, ending in Daddy and I in bed, but skipping the part where Paris and I had watched them in the barn.

“Are you mad Mama?” I asked. My voice trembled a bit. “About me and Dad?”

Mama just laughed. “No Baby Phee. Not at all. And I know you skipped a few parts of your story too. So let me fill you in.” Then she told me the story of how she and Paris had ended up on the living room floor.

While I was fretting over what to wear, Daddy and Mama had a quick conversation. Mama agreed to stay out of the bedroom, Daddy agreed to certain plotting Mama had in mind, and certain arrangements would be necessary in the long term. Mama went to her room to wait for me to go downstairs, while Daddy waited on the porch.

Mama listened as I went downstairs and Paris went back to her own room. Mama then went to Paris’s room and cracked the door open, just enough to peek in. On a whim Paris decided to look at the lingerie that Gran had left her. There wasn’t an outrageous amount. Most of the clothing gran had hidden away had been practical, but there was still a satisfying amount of extra sexy lace, satin and silk for Paris to explore. She took off her tank top and panties and exchanged them for a silky g string and elastic “sports bra” that showed off her pink nipples through the sheer fabric. She twirled and enjoyed her reflection.

When she went back to the collection a beautiful silk robe grabbed her eye. It was a luxurious crimson with lace edging down the center and on both sides that made it half see through. She tried it on and relished the sensation of silk against her body. Mama opened the door there rest of the way.

“It looks good on you.”

Paris jumped in a surprise holding back a slight squeak. Mama stood in the open door. She wore a robe too, but it was a simple terrycloth robe that went down to her ankles and not the sexy affair that Paris was sampling. Mama had sewn the seams on the shoulders more times than any of us cared to count, and the hem and cuffs were frayed.

“You startled me,” Paris finally said.

“Sorry,” Mama said. “Can I come in?”

Paris nodded. Mama closed the door behind her. “As lovely as it is though, a good robe is more about how you wear it than what it’s made of.” She put her hands on Paris’s shoulders and ran them down her arms until they were holding hands. “Don’t you think?”

Paris gaziantep sahibe escort was still a little caught off guard by Mom’s sudden entrance into her room. “What do you mean?”

Mom smiled. “Which robe do you think is sexier, yours or mine?” She asked.

Paris returned the smile. “Sorry Mom, but mine is.” She wrapped it closed. “My legs are visible for one,” she posed to show off her legs, “and the fabric is thin enough of that my ass looks really good in it.” She turned in a slow circle to make her point. “Not to mention the strategically placed lace.” She lifted her hands like she was stretching and the side of breast was visible through layers of sheer fabric. On the front her nipples were just discernible through the layers of lace.

Mom smiled and nodded. “You look magnificent, Darling.” She reached out and caressed Paris’s cheek in a loving, tender gesture that was at once comforting and disarming. It was familiar. It was Mom telling her daughter how precious she was. “Blow out the candles and come down to the kitchen with me, and I’ll show you what I mean.”

“I should change-“

“Nonsense. Stay the way you are. Even if they see you, I doubt that Phoenix or Daddy would mind anyways.”

Mom turned and left as Paris blushed. Did she know? Did she guess? Or was Mom seducing her now?

Paris blew out the candles and hurried down to the kitchen. She heard Daddy and I talking on the back porch, but our voices were low and she couldn’t quite make out what we were saying. She went through to the kitchen where Mama had lit enough candles for them to see each other clearly.

“The exotic is sexy,” Mom said, “As you know. And you look delightful and sexy.” She was leaning against the kitchen counter, still perfectly covered in her bathrobe, and gestured for Paris to sit at the kitchen table. “But there can be a lot said for the mundane, and ordinary things too.”

“I wouldn’t call you mundane or ordinary,” Paris said as she took a seat. “I hope I look half as good as you do when I’m your age.”

Mama just smiled. “Thank you Darling. Now imagine it’s just any other morning, and I’m here making you breakfast.” She turned her back to Paris and pretended to busy herself at the stove. “Good Morning, Paris. How did you sleep?”

Paris leaned back and played along. She put her feet up on one of the chairs to show off her legs, and to lift the hem of her robe outrageously high. If she moved the right way, Mama would see the tiny g-string. If she moved the right way, the candles would reflect the pink of her nipples through the lace. “I slept wonderfully,” she said. “It’s been a while since I got a good night sleep like that.”

“I’m so glad to hear it honey.” Mom turned around and Paris forgot all about the game she was playing. Mom had loosened her robe so that instead of modestly covering herself, the robe was open to expose her cleavage and part of her toned belly. Her nipples and areola were still covered, still hidden behind the comforting thickness of the robe, but it was more cleavage than Paris had ever seen on her mother at close range. Mama came over to the table with a frying pan as though she really had been making breakfast and leaned over Paris to reach the table. That close, Paris could smell the soap that Mama liked to use, and she could look into Mama’s robe, but the light was too dim to make out any details that the robe might have exposed. Mama put down the pan and put one hand behind Paris’s head in a gentle caress. “Eat up now, Darling. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.” She leaned in and gave Paris a gentle, loving kiss on the lips and then pulled away. The robe parted more, and while she couldn’t see any more of Mama’s breasts, Paris could see Mom’s belly button and the gentle slope of stretch marks that lined her belly. Lines that sloped and pointed downwards to something hidden and secret.

Then Mama turned her back and faced the stove again. “See?” She said with a light laugh. “The ordinary can be incredibly sexy if you know how to do it.” She turned around again, her robe still gaping open, and looked at Paris. Her arms were crossed under her breasts, almost presenting them for viewing. Her crossed arms also kept the robe in place – barely covering her nipples, while the robe slipped off her shoulders.

Paris felt herself getting wet and knew she wanted more. She knew Mama wanted more. She suspected there was a great deal not being said between them but wasn’t sure how to approach it. So she played along and stretched her legs a bit further, pushing her own robe up just below her panties. She put her hands on her thighs and rubbed them but kept her eyes on Mama’s beautiful body. “Very sexy,” Paris said, “but I don’t get to see your legs this way. Or your ass. And you have great legs.”

“And ass?”

Paris nodded.

Mama smiled and turned to the sink where she fussed with the water pump and a glass. Paris watched as she adjusted her bathrobe again so that it was back on her shoulders. Paris could şahinbey escort tell she had untied and retied the knot at her waist as well, but the details were hidden from her. Paris loosened the knot on her own bathrobe, hopping that the extra cleavage, and the hint of her pink nipples would put Mom off balance as much as Paris was.

When Mama turned around, Paris knew she was beaten again.

This time the robe was pulled tightly over from the right side, but the left was nearly falling off. Mama had tied the knot of her robe on the left hand side so that the entire left panel of her robe was almost open. It was falling off her shoulder, and the top of her left breast was visible with just a hint of the enticing areola visible. Further down, Mama’s left leg was exposed from her toes all the way up to her hip. The line of her skin between her thigh and her belly was broken only by the bathrobe tie. No Panties. She struck a pose leaning against the counter with her left leg stuck out at an angle so that Paris could see Mama’s leg in profile as well as the beginning of the curve of her ass. But not all of it.

Mama took a long drink of water from the glass he had poured herself. “Like what you see?”

Paris nodded.

“See? Even the ordinary can be sexy.” She turned and refilled the glass of water, then sat across from Paris. Her legs were crossed so that her left leg was once again exposed. “So which do you think is sexier?”

Paris opened her mouth to say something but found she had dried herself out keeping her mouth open, staring at Mama. She sat up and tried to swallow but still struggled.

“Here.” Mama leaned forward with the glass and put it against Paris’s lips. “Take a drink, Darling.”

Paris opened her mouth to drink. She and Mama made eye contact and they both knew in that moment that the other understood where this was going to end. Mama pulled the glass away. “Ordinary things,” Mama said, “Like spilled water.” She poured most of the water still in the glass on her neck. The water cascaded down, over her breasts, soaking the bathrobe she wore.

“Oh Mama,” Paris said, “You spilled water all over your nice bathrobe.” She stood up and grabbed a kitchen towel. “Let me help you dry off.” She bent over, allowing her own robe fall open so that her breasts in their see through bra, were on obvious display. She used one hand to pull the bathrobe slightly away from Mama’s neck and placed the kitchen towel there, to dry it off. She moved her hand gently, sensuously. She was careful, at least for now, not to touch Mama’s breasts, no matter how much she wanted to.

Mama lifted a hand to Paris’s face and drew her daughter’s gaze to her own. “You’ve always been such a good girl. You’ve always been so good to me.”

“Of course,” Paris said. “I love you Mama.”

“I love you too Darling.” She patted her lap and held out her arms. “Come sit on Mama’s lap for a minute.”

“But Mama,” Paris said, “your robe is still wet.”

Mama looked down at herself and sighed. “I suppose it is.” She stood up and walked toward the living room. Halfway there she dropped the still wet robe off her shoulders and let it pool on the floor behind her. “We’ll be more comfortable in the living room anyway. Blow out the candles before you join me?”

Paris didn’t immediately respond. She stood in quiet appreciation of her mother’s retreating figure. This was one of those moments that would stay with her for the rest of her life and she wanted to remember it. She wanted to remember the play of candlelight and starlight on her mother’s nude form as she walked along. She wanted to remember the curves of her shoulders, the suggestion of breasts just out of sight, and the swell of her hips. She wanted to remember the way her ass looked so especially smooth and tight – the way it seemed to defy gravity for so many years to look so good now. The way her hips and ass swayed as she exaggerated her walk into the living room to give Paris a better show. When Mama was about to turn into the living room she put one hand on the door post in the perfect spot so that Paris wouldn’t be able to see her nipples and turned to look at her daughter. They didn’t say anything. There was just a look. A moment of connection.

Hunger.

Love.

More than a little bit of lust.

But lots of love. There was a weight as thought this was not a dream, but a longtime hope finally fulfilled.

And she disappeared into the living room.

Paris blew out the candles, put her mother’s bathrobe on the back of a chair, because as sexy as it was on the floor, it was still wet, and walked around the far side of the house to enter the living room from the other side. Her own hunger, the knowledge that Mama was there, waiting for her and completely naked, drove away any nerves she might have had.

This was when she heard Daddy carrying me upstairs. Daddy and I were out of the picture for the time being, not that she had given us much thought since Mama had entered her bedroom.

She şahinbey escort bayan loosened her robe so that it was completely open. The lace edges on the inside of the robe fell over her breasts, doing just enough to obscure her nipples. She carefully placed the knot so it fell just above her mound and the barely concealing g-string panties she wore.

She walked into the living room.

Mama hadn’t lit any more candles, but all the curtains were pulled back. The silvery light of the moon and stars streamed through the tall windows and gently washed the room. Mama wasn’t sitting on the couch. She and Daddy had pushed it back earlier in the night, and the center of the living room was covered in blankets and pillows. It was a giant, soft, decadent nest. Mama lay in that nest on her side, facing Paris. The light of the moon lit up her naked body perfectly.

Paris couldn’t help but admire and take in the sight of her naked mother up close. She adored the slope of her neck, the swell of her heavy breasts topped with hard nipples. Hard nipples surrounded by equally engorged areola begging for attention. Continuing downward, Mama’s stretch marks weren’t as visible in this light, but there was no mistaking the fine glistening moisture that gently clung to her pubic hair. Thick, dark hair that begged to be explored.

“Enjoying the view?” Mama asked. Her voice was thick with want.

“Yes,” Paris replied, her own voice was hoarse and trembled slightly, but no less heady with desire.

“Come closer,” Mama said. “Let me see you too.”

It was only then that Paris realized that from her place in the entryway she stood in darkness. She strode forward into the moonlight and let her mother look. She let her mother’s gaze travel down her body, taking in the suggestion of aroused nipples poking through the bra and robe and enjoying the lines of her hips under the insubstantial strings that held the front panel of her panties in place. Paris decided it was her turn to tease and playfully untied the knot of her bathrobe as she turned around. When her back was fully to her mother, she dropped the robe off her shoulders and struck a dancer’s pose with her hands above her head.

Mama sighed in pleasure at the sight of her daughter in such delicious lingerie. “Look at you,” she said. “You know how to get a rise out of the boys, don’t you?”

Paris looked over her shoulder with a mischievous smile. “Not just the boys, Mama.”

Mama smiled. “Show me.”

Paris lowered her arms and gently swished her hips as she turned to Mama. She wasn’t sure if she should be shy and demur, or if she should be a hot vixen. She always knew how her partners liked to play the game, but with Mama it was different. And that difference made her hesitate a moment.

It must have been obvious because Mama sat up. “Don’t think about.” She patted the bed beside her. “Come sit with me a minute. And if you need to talk about anything -“

“I don’t want to talk.” Paris stayed where she was. “It’s just, I don’t know how to play it tonight. I usually know how to play it, you know? Am I the femme fatale, the girl next door, the shy virgin? I’m not sure how you want me.”

Mama smiled. “Oh Baby. I don’t want you to play. I just want you.”

Paris smiled. No one had ever wanted her before. Except for Phoenix, everyone had wanted their idea of her. For the first time in her adult life, she had a chance to be with someone who wanted her just as herself. So she sauntered over to Mama and stood before her.

“Don’t pose,” Mama said. She stood up and took Paris’s shoulders in her hands. They were close enough together now that Paris felt Mama’s nipples scraping against her own and tried not to shiver at the contact. She felt Mama’s heat from her breasts, and breath, and pussy through the skimpy lingerie. All she wanted right then was to kiss her and fall into her body, but Mama kept talking. “Ordinary can be sexy,” Mama said. “You are sexy. You are so fucking sexy. I’ve had to stop myself from seducing you every time I saw you for the last couple of years. You don’t need to pose for me, Darling.” Her hands slid down Paris’s shoulders over the sides of her breasts until her fingers slid up, underneath the bra. Pairs willingly lifted her hands as Mama pulled the bra off her. The gentle bounce of her breasts and her small pink nipples, free from their nominal modesty had Mama transfixed as she dropped the bra to one side. Her hands had a mind of their own as they gently traced the outer edges of Paris’s breasts. They were gentle, teasing, almost hesitant. Almost afraid that this was a dream and if she ventured to far to fast, it would end.

Then Mama lowered her hands to the little bows that held the panties on Paris’s hips. Two gentle tugs had both sides undone and the g-string fell from Paris to land on the floor. They stood naked together in the moonlight.

“There,” Mama said. “There’s my girl.” With one hand on Paris’ face and the other around her waist, Mama pulled her daughter to her. Their hard and aroused nipples relished the contact as their breasts tried to mold themselves to better fit against their new partners. From their breasts, the rest of their bodies came into contact. Skin to skin. Breast to breast. Hip to hip until their mounds pressed against each other and Mother and Daughter both felt their heat and arousal mirrored by the woman before them.

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Brian McKay sat in the back seat of his parents’ van and stared out the window at the passing scenery. Ten days of peace and quiet at his aunt and uncle’s house in the country lay in store for him and he was elated. He had just finished his first year of college and desperately needed a vacation of some sort. He had spent more time than he should have throughout the year partying and had a hard job catching up on his classes before exams. He made a vow to himself that next year he would do better. But for now he put all of that out of his mind. For the next week or so he planned to relax as much as possible, and spend time with his Uncle David and Aunt Judy. Judy was his father’s younger sister and his favorite aunt. She never failed to forget him on birthdays and Christmas, and this year she promised that his visit would in-part be a belated birthday celebration, as well as a chance to congratulate him on finishing his first year of college.

“I’m so glad you wanted to come with us on this trip.” Nancy said to her son as she twisted around to smile at him “Most nineteen year-old guys would want to stay home and party while their parents were away.”

Brian laughed. “I did my share of that at school, mom. It will be good to relax for a while in the country.”

Brian turned and looked out of the van window again. He was struck but the vast emptiness of the Wisconsin landscape. It seemed that they could drive for miles in-between houses. He appreciated it though, and was glad to get away from the noise and clutter of the city.

Gary McKay turned the van left and drove up a long narrow gravel driveway to his sister and David’s house. He gave three short blasts of the horn to signal their arrival as he brought the van to a stop in front of the two-story pale blue house where his sister and brother-in-law lived. Moments later David and Judy appeared on the front veranda, smiling and waving as they descended the steps to meet them.

A wide grin appeared on Brian’s face as he saw his aunt, and he felt his heart begin to race. It had been a year since he had last seen her and he found her as pretty as ever. Her shoulder length brown hair was blown back by the gentle breeze and she smiled warmly. Judy was wearing a loose-fitting green sweatshirt and jeans. Brian quickly guessed that from the movements of her breasts beneath it she was braless. He stared through the window for a moment at the outline of his aunt’s round breasts as she walked towards her brother and gave him a hug, then he looked down to survey the curve of her hips and her round ass which were emphasized by the tight jeans she wore. His cock immediately began to stiffen and he took a moment to collect his thoughts before he exited the van with his luggage.

“I’m so glad you were able to come too, Brian!” his Aunt Judy said as she held his arms and pulled her to him. Her fingers ran up his back and through his shaggy black hair as she hugged him. Her body felt sensuous — soft and curvy — and Brian felt Judy’s thigh pressing on the bulge in his jeans. “It’s good to see you too.” she said in nearly a whisper as her hazel eyes met his and she grinned. His cock twitched and he forced a smile, then turned his blue eyes from her.

“Let me help you bring your bags in,” David Atkinson said as he picked up Gary and Nancy’s suitcases “You guys must be hungry. Judy’s been busy cooking all day.”

Brian gripped the handle of his suitcase harder, feeling his palm begin to sweat as he watched his parents and Uncle Dave enter the house. His aunt was still holding his hand and he could feel her arm pressing against his. The scent of her perfume filled the air and it brought back memories of her and his Uncle Dave’s visit to their house last year. It was during that visit that Brian began to see his aunt as a very sexy woman, and would attempt to catch glimpses down her top when she bent over, or stare at her as she walked by. In retrospect he realized that his leering was sometimes quite obvious and he was surprised that his aunt never reprimanded him for it.

“Let’s go in.” Judy said as she tugged at Brian’s hand and lead him inside.

Brian watched as his parents got out bowls and utensils and began helping themselves to the chili that Judy had made. Up until their arrival he had been hungry, but after seeing his aunt once again lust had superseded hunger. He leaned against the small partition next to the fridge and watched everyone eating.

“Aren’t you going to have something?” his aunt asked.

“No, thanks,” he said, giving his head a shake “maybe later.”

A few moments later Judy got up from the table to go to the fridge to refill her glass of ice tea. Brian felt her brush by him as she passed and inhaled deeply, drawing in her perfume. His parents and uncle were busy eating and talking amongst themselves and never bothered to look in his direction, for which he was grateful.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” I spent all afternoon making chili.” Judy said, sounding somewhat hurt.

“Maybe gaziantep özbek escort later. I’m not really hungry.”

Judy reached up and wrapped an arm around her nephew’s shoulder, pulling him to her. She kissed his cheek and slid a hand down his broad back. Her breasts were pressing into him and Brian’s mind was filled with a mixture of lust and guilt. She smiled at him then returned to the table to finish her chili.

“That was great, hon.” Dave said as he pushed his empty bowl away and smiled at his wife.

“Yes, it was,” Nancy added “I’ll have to get the recipe from you before we go.”

“Let’s go into the livingroom and sat down. It’s more comfortable in there.” David said as he brought out some beer from the fridge.

Brian followed as the rest of the family went into the livingroom. He sat down on a chair opposite his aunt, mindful to not be too obvious as he stole the occasional sideways glance at her as she sat next to his uncle on the sofa. For close to the next hour he answered questions from his aunt and uncle about how his school year went, if he had a girlfriend, and his future plans. As much as he liked them he soon found the attention uncomfortable and tried to change the subject of conversation to his father’s promotion at work and their house renovations. As soon as he had the opportunity he decided to find an excuse for some solitude.

“I’m going to go out and have a cigarette,” he announced as he reached into his jacket pocket for his lighter and cigarette pack “it looks like it’s a really nice night out.” He heard his mother make a comment about how she wished he didn’t smoke but he ignored her as he walked towards the veranda.

The evening air was cool and crisp and Brian noticed how it smelled. Clean, he thought. He watched the smoke from his cigarette drip upwards towards the half moon shining in the sky. He followed it with his eyes and was amazed by how clear the sky was without smog and street lights. He couldn’t remember seeing more stars than on that night. He listened to the chatter and laughter from inside as he sat down on a chair at the edge of the veranda. He heard his Aunt Judy’s voice and smiled to himself. Closing his eyes he could picture how she looked that afternoon as she greeted them… hips swaying and breasts bouncing as she walked towards the van. He felt his cock harden and reached down and slowly rubbed it through his tight jeans. He wished he could take it out and stroke it, but knew that was out of the question given the circumstances.

Brian flicked his cigarette over the railing and slid down in his chair as he hand moved over the outline of his hard-on through his jeans. He lost track of time as his thoughts fixated on his sexy aunt. It was only when he heard her voice that his eyes snapped open wide and he snatched his hand from his lap.

“What a shame you have to do that for yourself. I’m sure plenty of girls would love to themselves.” she said in a soft voice as she walked towards him smiling.

Brian stared at his aunt standing beside him, afraid of what she was about to say. She looked down at the bulge in his jeans and grinned.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone.” she said as she sat down on his thigh.

Brian looked up at his aunt and her eyes met his. He returned her smile, feeling somewhat relieved, yet embarrassed. Her arm was around his shoulder and she was slowly rubbing his back. Her ass felt good on his leg and he wished he could feel it. She leaned into him causing her breasts to brush over his arm. Now his cock was harder than before. Brain slid his hand down over his aunt’s hip towards her firm ass.

“We probably don’t have much time. Have a quick feel.” she encouraged.

Brian gave his aunt a surprised look and she flashed him a sly smile. “Go ahead.” she reassured him.

Brian slid his hand down over his aunt’s round ass. It was firm and he gave it a squeeze, grabbing a handful of her pliant flesh through here jeans. She leaned against him, holding him tighter. Brian could now see her nipples poking out from under her sweatshirt and he wondered if that was because of the cool night air or him feeling her. He wished he could run his hand over them too.

“Trying to corrupt the younger generation too, I see…”

Brian jumped at the sound of his father’s voice and jerked his hand away from his aunt. Turning to his left he saw his father standing there smiling at Judy.

“Don’t worry, he’s a lot more shy than you.” Judy said as she slid off of her nephew’s lap and walked over to her brother.

She leaned back against the railing of the veranda and pulled Gary to her by his waist. Brian watched as he father slid his hands up Judy’s sides and stared at her chest. Judy’s hand moved down her brother’s back, coming to rest on his ass. She gave it a hard squeeze and pulled him to her. Brain watched in shock for a few moments until his father turned to him with a smile.

“Be careful porno videolar around her, Brian, she’s got lots of tricks up her sleeve.” he said and laughed.

Brain smiled back at his father, not quite knowing what to say.

“I was just getting re-acquainted with Brian, that’s all. I haven’t seen him in a year and we have a lot of catching-up to do.” Judy smirked.

“We’re getting to bed. I just wanted to come out and let you know, and to say good-night. Your mother put your suitcase in your room, Brian, it’s the second one to the left.” Gary said.

“Sweet dreams.” Judy said as she leaned towards her brother and kissed his cheek.

“Night, dad.” Brian said.

“Night, Pinky.” Gary told his sister as he reached up and gave her left breast a quick squeeze.

Judy let out a sharp laugh, then watched her brother go back inside. She listened for the sounds of footsteps upstairs before sitting back down on her nephew’s lap. She gave him a warm smile and leaned into him as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

“Pinky…?” Brian quizzed.

It was then that Brain for the first time saw his aunt blush and suddenly appear bashful.

“Oh… it’s just a nickname your father had for me when we were younger.” she said, trying to be as vague as possible.

“Why?” Brian quizzed.

Judy never answered immediately so Brian gave her a gentle shake. “C’mon… why?” he prodded.

“Promise you won’t tell anyone I told you — especially your dad and mom?”

Brian gave an eager nod, anxious to perhaps hear some titillating piece of gossip. “Promise!”

“Well,” Judy began “years ago when we were younger your father walked into my bedroom one day without knocking. I was changing so I… I never had a top on and he… saw me…”

“Your boobs?!” Brian interjected with surprise.

Judy nodded as she smiled at her nephew.

“And…” her nephew prompted.

Judy looked out at the starry sky and smiled as she reminisced. “From then on his nickname for me, when no one else was around anyway, was Pinky because of my nipples.” She let out a nervous laugh and looked back to her nephew. “No one else knows this though.”

Brian gave her an understanding nod and looked down at her chest and her nipples still poking out from her top.

Judy followed her nephew’s eyes and smiled. “He might not call me that anymore if he saw me. They’ve sort of changed over the years — gotten a little darker.”

Brian felt his cock twitch at his aunt’s candor and continued to stare down at her. “I saw him grab one when he was out here just now.” he told her.

“Your father is a bad boy sometimes.” she said, sounding amused “But I bet you’re not much better.” She winked at him and Brian blushed.

“Was tonight the first time he’s felt them?” Brian asked.

“You’re full of questions, aren’t you.” his aunt said, hoping to change the conversation.

“And you’re avoiding my question.” her nephew countered.

Judy laughed. “Well, what do you think?”

Brian shook his head. “I bet it wasn’t.” he said smirking.

“No one can know we had this conversation, Brain. You understand?” his aunt said, feeling nervous.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry it to my grave.”

Judy laughed at her nephew’s reply and clutched him tighter. “It was all harmless fun, you know. Gary just liked to feel them, that’s all.” she explained.

“I don’t blame him.” Brian retorted, feeling emboldened by lust.

“Oh, and why’s that?” his aunt replied in mock confusion.

“They’re nice.” he spat out, not taking his eyes from his aunt’s chest.

Instead of replying Judy got up from Brian’s lap and quickly walked inside. Brian felt his heart sink. He was scared that his candor had offended his aunt and she was about to report him to his parents. Instead, moments later Judy re-emerged from inside and abruptly tugged him from his chair by his wrist.

“Everyone’s asleep, but be quiet.” she said.

Brian briefly stumbled to regain his balance as she lead him off of the veranda then around to the side of the house. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness, but soon discovered he could clearly see his aunt in the pale moonlight. Without saying a word his aunt hauled her top up over her head. Brian stood in amazement as he stared at his aunt topless before him, holding her sweatshirt in her hand and smiling.

“Wow…” was all he managed to say in a whisper.

His Aunt Judy reached out and pulled him to her so his chest we nearly pressing against hers. “Feel them.” she said, her hot breath washing over his cheek and ear.

Brian reached up with both hands and cupped his aunt’s breasts. They were firm and he squeezed them, trying to fit all of them in his hands. Her hard nipples grazed over his palms and fingers and he pinched one then tugged at it.

“Feels so good…” Judy said in a low voice as she clutched her nephew’s shoulders.

Moments later Brian gaziantep rus escort felt her hands rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. He flinched somewhat in surprise as his aunt began feeling him but soon relaxed again. It was only when she reached down to unbutton then unzip his jeans that he pulled away and looked at her in shock.

“It’s okay… just relax.” she said as she tugged his jeans and underwear down slightly.

Judy gave a slight gasp of lust as her nephew’s cock sprang into view. “Oh my… like father — like son.”

Brian gave her a look that was a mixture of surprise and pride, then moaned as he felt his aunt’s warm hand on his cock. She grasped it firmly then began stroking him. Her skin was soft and Brian felt light-headed with arousal. He stared at his aunt’s breasts, jiggling slightly as her hand moved over his cock faster. Minutes later he shot a thick stream of cum onto the lawn and let out a heavy sigh.

“We better be getting to bed before someone gets up and wonders where we are.” his aunt said as she pulled her sweatshirt back on.

“Ah… yeah…” Brian mumbled, his heart still racing.

Judy grinned as she watched her nephew fumble to get dressed again. She gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek and smiled.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” she whispered as she walked back towards the steps. Brian was awoken the next morning by the movement of someone sitting on his bed next to him. He rolled over and saw his aunt sitting there. She was wearing a light pink blouse and a white skirt that barely covered her knees. His eyes darted over her and he smiled as he felt his cock jump to life.

“Have a good sleep?” his aunt asked.

“Yeah… what time is it?” Brian asked as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Almost eleven. We decided to let you sleep in since it was your first day here.” she told him.

Brian nodded and sat up in bed. Judy’s eyes ran down his bare chest and she brushed her fingertips over it, running them down the trail of hair towards his hard cock.

“Where’s everyone else?” he asked, afraid that they would be discovered.

“Gary took your parents sightseeing. I got out of it my telling them I had to get supper ready. I have a roast in the oven.”

“Sounds good.” Brian said as he smiled at his aunt.

“That’s not the meat I’m interested in at the moment though.” she said as she slipped her hand under the sheet to feel her nephew’s cock. “Mmm… all ready for some action. No underwear either — I like that.”

Brian smiled as he watched his aunt tug the sheet down to expose him, then straddle him. He could feel his hard cock brush up the inside of her thigh and he pushed his hips up towards her.

Judy began quickly unbuttoning her dress half-way to her waist and opened it wide. “I couldn’t get away with not wearing a bra with this, but…” she said grinning.

Judy pulled her dress up her legs to reveal that she wasn’t wearing panties. Brian looked at the strip of dark hair leading to her wet pussy and smiled up at her. She took his cock in her hand and ran the head over her wet lips, grinding it over her throbbing clit. He felt hot and thick in her hand — thicker than his father she noted and she felt herself getting wetter in anticipation.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Brian said as he felt his aunt’s hot, wet pussy rubbing over his cock, making it wet too.

“I know,” Judy said, her voice throaty with lust “but I think you want it as much as me, don’t you?”

“Maybe more.” he replied grinning.

Judy moved her hips up slightly so her nephew’s cock was barely pressing against her slick lips. “Then push if you do.” she said, squeezing the base of his cock.

Brian placed his hands on his aunt’s hips and lifted up off the bed. He let out a deep moan as he felt his cock sink into her. She was hot and tight, and he felt her grip him inside her as she echoed his moan. He grasped her hips harder and began pumping. Judy braced herself on his chest and answered his movements stroke for stroke. He watched her breasts quivering inside her bra, her hard nipples pressing out of the thin cotton and he grew more excited.

“Harder… fuck me…” his aunt cried out.

“I’m close…” Brian managed to say as he continued pumping his hips.

Judy slid off of her nephew and quickly repositioned herself of the bed. It was when Brian felt her wet mouth engulf his cock that he could no longer hold back. With one last thrust he pushed towards the back of his aunt’s throat, filling her mouth with his hot cum.

Once Brian began growing soft again his aunt released him from her mouth and lay down next to him. He watched as her fingers darted over her hard clit, quickly rubbing it was her hips pushed upwards.

“Your turn…” Brian told his aunt.

Before Judy could ask him what he meant she felt his hot breath on her pussy and his tongue darting over her clit. She ran her fingers through his hair and lifted up off the bed to meet him. She cried out as he slipped two fingers in her and began sucking on her hard clit. It was more than she could take and soon she felt an orgasm build and overtake her as she covered her nephew’s chin with her juice and gripped his fingers tight inside her.

“You’re amazing…” she said soon after as she self-consciously pulled her dress back down towards her knees.

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All was right in my world.

My naked body was stretched out so comfortably on a plush mattress; completely reposed in a deep and peaceful slumber following a night of raw sexual frenzy with my girlfriend, Amy. The sheets of my bed were soaked with sweat as the humid odor of sex still hung heavy in the air. Amy’s warm and luscious naked body was cuddled up beside me; her silky and succulent flesh pressing intimately against my own as her arm draped over my chest. The last condom I’d worn remained slipped over my now flaccid eight inches of manhood with a bountiful sample of my ejaculate still trapped inside. The bedroom was cool, dark and silent.

When all of the sudden:

Blinding bright light violently pierced the soothing darkness and tranquility of my dream state. Amy, who had been lying as equally motionless and peaceful as I just a moment before, was now in a frantic flurry of movement.

“Justin,” she said as she shook me out of my slumber. “Justin! Justin, wake up!”

“What?” I babbled; still about three quarters asleep. “What is it? What time is it?

“It’s just after five,” she replied.

“Five? As in five o’clock in the morning?” I murmured.

“Yes,” she answered.

“What the fuck?” I questioned. “What the hell are you doing?”

“We need to talk,” she told me solemnly.

Oh shit! No conversation between a guy and his girlfriend has ever turned out well when started like this!

“Right now?” I mumbled. “Can’t this at least wait till after breakfast?”

“No,” she stated matter of factly. “We need to talk now.”

So, she did. Talk that is.

And before I even knew what the hell was going on, Amy was dressed and out the door. Not a single tear was shed nor was there any begging, pleading, compromise or conditions. One minute we were destiny and the next, history! After nearly five years together, our relationship was over in the blink of a sleepy eye.

Happy Fucking Birthday to you, Justin!

Well actually; it was yesterday. Amy and I had spent a wonderful day together, which was followed up by a night of some of the most passionate lovemaking we’d ever experienced together. Or at least, so it seemed to me. But apparently not! Hell, I even brought her to her first multiple orgasm last night.

For the next couple of hours, I stared blankly up at the ceiling of my bedroom, replaying Amy’s words in my mind. I live in the Delta Tau Delta fraternity house on the campus of the University of Washington in Seattle. I was due to graduate in May with a bachelors’ in Engineering and planned to go for a masters’ after that.

Now I wish I could say that I was heartbroken over the situation. But the fact is, I wasn’t. In actuality, my heart felt nothing at all. It was my mind that was hurting; from being so goddamn boggled. And with every rerun of Amy’s words through it, my brain-ache only got worse.

“You’re just not there for me anymore, Justin. You haven’t been for more than a year now. I don’t know what’s happened. And I not talking physically. I mean emotionally, mentally and spiritually. You’re so distracted, distant and inattentive. It’s like you’re always somewhere else. Or rather, always with someone else. No, I am not accusing you of being unfaithful or cheating on me. At least, not in the conventional sense. But it’s clear to me that your heart, mind and soul belong to another woman. You may not even know who she is, but you and I both know she’s not me. So, I’m not dumping you, so much as releasing you. Whoever this woman is, she already has your heart, mind and soul. Now you’re free to give her your body too. She deserves all of you!”

By seven-thirty, I had mind-fucked myself silly over the situation and fell back to sleep, totally exhausted. Fuck going to class today.

*

My phone ringing snapped me out of a mediocre snooze a couple of hours later. I instantly knew who the caller was based on the ringtone, which was I Love You Always Forever by Donna Lewis. Thus, I was only too happy to stir. Opening my eyes, my iPhone’s screen was displaying the stunning face, the thick maim of long and flowing auburn hair, the dazzling sapphire blue eyes and the radiant, pearly white smile of the most beautiful woman I’d ever known and my best friend in the whole world:

Mom!

Debra Lynn Ream; or Debbie, as she prefers, was born and raised in Portland, Oregon. She was the only child of two very kind, sensible, liberal and successful white-collar professionals. As such, Mom had every financial advantage as well as every social, scholastic and extra-curricular opportunity. However, while she was academically very intelligent, Mom had virtually no common sense, or “street smarts”, in her youth. That has changed dramatically over the years since. But the lack of it at the time greatly contributed to her being so very young when she gave birth to me:

Justin Anthony Ream.

As fate would have it, Mom and I share the gaziantep olgun escort same birth date: February 19th. So, as I just celebrated my twenty-first birthday yesterday, Mom celebrated her thirty-seventh birthday.

The story of me began nearly twenty-two years ago, when Mom went to a party one night at her best friend’s house; and it was there that she met a young U.S. Marine who was home on leave. After a few beers, she willingly surrendered her virginity to him in the backseat of his car. The next morning, she came to on the swing seat of her friend’s front porch. She never even knew his name and never saw him again. All she remembered about him was that he was tall, strong, blonde and incredibly handsome.

Just like me!

And while my grandparents weren’t particularly thrilled about Mom’s pregnancy, they did not abandon her or disown her. Instead, they fully supported her and went above and beyond the call of duty to love, provide for and assist their daughter in any and every way they could.

My grandparents quietly pulled Mom out of school early in her pregnancy; just before the start of her junior year, in order to spare her the harsh ridicule she was sure to endure. Then not long after I was born, the four of us relocated from Portland to Seattle where Mom was re-enrolled at a new High School that Fall where nobody knew her, nor anything about her past. She ultimately graduated high school at the age of nineteen, and then went on to attend the University of Washington.

Unfortunately, her collegian career did not last very long, for over the semester break of her first year, Mom’s parents were killed in a car accident. And as all four of her grandparents were deceased and both her parents were only children, Mom and I were suddenly all alone in the world; and the only family the other had. Being the sole beneficiary, Mom inherited her parent’s entire estate, which was quite large and considerably valuable. She also received several large life insurance payouts and sold their time-share property in Aspen, Colorado.

At that point, Mom planned for her and me to stay in her parent’s house as there was more than enough money for her to continue to go to school full time without working and to put me into full time daycare. But a new accountant with the brokerage firm that managed her parent’s finances, took advantage of Mom’s naivety. Tricking her into signing full power of attorney of the estate over to him, he ultimately robbed her blind.

Except for her car and about $10,000 in a special savings account, Mom lost everything!

We ended up moving to a small apartment in Tacoma where Mom got a job at an insurance agency. It was a very sad, scary and trying time for her. But over the course of the following sixteen years, my Mom became the greatest hero a little boy could ever dream of having; as well as proving herself to be one of the smartest, strongest, savviest and most resilient women I’ve ever known. We became an incredible team; a true dynamic duo.

As Mom worked, I managed the budget and did most all the household chores. Despite working two, sometimes three jobs at a time to support us and provide for me, Mom never missed anything; and she came to everything! Whether it was little league, pee-wee-football, the science fair, a band concert, a school play, open house, a field trip, a PTA meeting – she was there!

“Jobs were a dime a dozen… But I was priceless,” she’d always say.

And unfortunately, some of the jobs my mother had were not exactly ones that you brag about to your friends and teachers. As she was, and still is a physically gorgeous woman with all natural 34B-cup breasts, Mom worked as a topless dancer to supplement her income from the insurance agency. In fact, she still dances to this day in order to help with my college tuition. She’s even worked for an escort service at times.

But on the opposite end of the job spectrum bragging rights, Mom also made the cheerleading squad of the Seattle Seahawks three seasons in a row.

By my freshman year of high school, Mom and I moved back to Seattle where Mom opened her own Insurance Agency in Kirkland and bought a beautiful four-bedroom, two-story home that has a swimming pool and whirlpool. For my sixteenth and her thirty-second birthday, Mom bought me a brand-new Dodge Challenger while she bought herself a brand-new Dodge Charger. For my eighteenth and her thirty-fourth birthday, we went to Paris, France for a “romantic getaway”, so we kidded. I was dating Amy at the time and she wasn’t exactly thrilled about that trip.

Fuck her!

As the end of my high school career drew near, I had numerous offers from different universities around the country. But in the end, I decided to enroll at the University of Washington in Seattle so I could stay close to Amy; or so I reasoned at the time. But in truth, it was because of Mom. I was the only family gaziantep oral yapan escort she had, and I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her. Even though she outwardly encouraged me to go, I could see those big and dazzling sapphire blue eyes imploring me to stay; and the relief in them when I chose to stay, melted my heart.

Mom has never married, nor has she ever had a long-term steady boyfriend. Sure, there was the occasional date she’d have with a bartender or a bouncer at one of the clubs she danced at. Or one of her regular customers who was so “nice” would be blessed with a mercy date from time to time. But those usually ended badly; many times, involving the police being called for stalking. Simply put, between work and me, there just wasn’t time for a man in her life. But she always vowed that I was all the man she’d ever need.

I’m an engineering student; and as such, I’m an academic, not a sentimental. In layman’s terms, I’m a nerd! I live by logic and not by emotion. Mind over heart always. But when I think about all the things that my mother has done for me. Of all the things she’s had to endure to provide for me. And about all the things that she has sacrificed in her life for me. That there is a person in this world that loves me that much. How could I ever give back? How can I ever reciprocate that kind of love? That’s when my heart breaks.

Then one day about a year prior, I took Mom to lunch at this awesome delicatessen that had recently opened just down the street from her office and introduced her to the owner, Frank. Despite being twelve years Mom’s senior, the two of them really hit it off. They started dating and Frank really seemed to make Mom happy; happier than I’ve ever seen her.

So why wasn’t I?

As weird as it sounds and as much as I hate to admit it, I started finding myself battling fits of near raging jealousy whenever I was in their presence; especially when they were being physically affectionate, and he’d have his hands on her body.

My blood would literally boil.

Elegant and regal; tall, lean and slender with exquisite bone structure, splendid posture and overflowing with poise and purpose, Mom stands a stately 5’10” on a pair of the most magnificently sculpted, long and shapely legs that possess the sexiest feminine muscle definition. Her entire body, literally; is one solid muscle with such alluring and statuesque hourglass curves and wondrous feminine muscle definition all around. Rock-hard and rippled abdomen, firm hips, powerful thighs, sumptuous ass, slim waist, willowy arms, toned shoulders, long and sleek neck, narrow face with high cheeks and a perfect nose and chin. Pearly white teeth, sparkling blue eyes; thick, flowing and gorgeous auburn hair and that porcelain-like alabaster skin that redefines the meaning of the term silky soft.

And Mom considers her body a temple! Thus, she has never smoked a cigarette nor done any illegal drugs or even gotten a tattoo. She does, however; enjoy her Fuzzy Navels (peach schnapps, peach-flavored vodka and orange juice) and the occasional glass of wine or champagne.

*

Seeing Mom’s luminous face on my phone display in a picture that I had taken just this past Christmas, I felt warm and tingly all over. Odd that she was calling me though. She’s usually a texter. Plus, we had just had our birthday date together the night before last as both of us had plans with our significant other on the actual day. Either way, I sensed nothing amiss as I answered the phone. Funny though, I swear that I could almost smell her perfume through the phone; an intoxicating mix of lavender, jasmine and vanilla with just a touch of peach.

“Well good morning gorgeous,” I said as cheerfully as I could. “To what do I owe this unexpected but wondrous pleasure?”

There was an agonizingly long and eerie silence on the other end of the line. Extremely uncharacteristic; for after all, Mom is a chatter box. I could hear her breathing though.

“Mom?” I said gently. “Mom, are you there?”

I could then hear her sniff, snort and take a deep breath. She was crying.

“Mom?” I repeated anxiously.

“Hi beautiful boy,” Mom finally whispered in a cracking, tear-filled voice. “I’m sorry to call you now. I know you have classes today. I…I…I just needed to talk to you…to hear your voice baby…

“Mom, what’s wrong?” I probed earnestly.

“Frank dumped me honey,” she finally managed to utter before breaking down into sobs.

Her anguish was literally reaching through the phone and ripping my heart out by the arteries. I was suddenly a cyclone of emotions. For on the one hand, I wanted to kill Frank! But on the other, I wanted to kiss him. My heart was breaking over Mom’s emotional agony, but at the same time, was overjoyed to hear that she was single and available again. Available for me to pursue.

What the fuck? This is my mother for gaziantep otele gelen escort Christ sake! Where the hell did that come from?

Finally, I gathered my thoughts into some semblance of sanity.

“What happened?” I queried. “I thought you two were doing so great.”

“Well…,” Mom balled. “He…I…, well you see…We..”

“Mom,” I said gently. “Settle down. Take a deep breath and try to pull yourself together.”

She followed my instructions and quickly recovered her composure.

“Okay,” she said firmly. “Okay. I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not; but you’re at least a little better,” I quipped. “Now, tell me what happened.”

Taking another deep breath, Mom told her story. She and Frank had spent a lovely day together on her birthday, but Frank had to cut it short as he was entertaining some potential investors from out of town that evening. He was looking to open a couple more Delicatessen’s in the Seattle area. So, Frank left early, and Mom decided to dance that night at The Sapphire Room; a very popular Gentleman’s Club in Kent, which is about halfway between Seattle and Tacoma. Well, guess who came in with his perspective investors and caught Mom dancing topless on the main stage?

“He called you a whore?” I raged.

“Among other things,” Mom replied.

“What other things?” I asked.

“It’s not important honey,” she told me. “I’ve been called worse.”

“Did he hit you?” I asked and there was another long silence. “Mom?”

“Yes,” she finally whispered.

“I’m gonna gut that motherfucker with a rusty machete,” I hissed venomously.

“Oh, sweetheart please don’t say that,” Mom pleaded. “Besides, it wasn’t that hard of a hit. It didn’t even leave a mark.”

“What the fuck difference does that make?” I snapped. “He fucking hit you.”

“Honey, the bouncers were on him instantly and you should’ve seen the ass whipping he took from them,” Mom explained. “And you know your old Mom well enough to know that she got her shots in too.”

“Knee to the nuts?” I asked with a grin.

“You got it! And once he was down, they got violently speared with my stiletto!” She reported proudly.

“That’s my girl,” I told her; bursting with equal pride.

“And you should’ve seen his potential investors,” she laughed. “Becoming potential accomplices to assault and battery wasn’t exactly what they bargained for. They were out the door faster than I put Frank’s balls up his ass.”

“I love you Mom,” I told her.

“You better young man,” she fired back, and I could hear her blow me a kiss.

“So just who the hell did he think he was,” I asked. “The reverend fucking morality or something?”

“Well, he is a Christian after all,” Mom said.

“So was Hitler!” I snapped.

“Oh Justin,” she scoffed. “That’s terrible.”

“Either way, I’d like to nail his martyr fat ass to a cross,” I snarled venomously.

“Oh sweetie, please don’t talk like that,” Mom pleaded. “It’s not you.”

“It is when somebody calls the woman I love a whore,” I shot back.

“Oh, you’re so sweet baby,” Mom cooed. “But the truth is, I am a whore.”

“Mom,” I gasped. “What the fuck?”

“Sweetheart, I have had sex with men; and women for money in past,” Mom confessed. “So, by dictionary definition, that makes me…”

“Promiscuous,” I interrupted quickly.

“Promiscuous implies the same behavior as a whore minus the element of money,” Mom explicated. “So, in truth, it’s worse. Because without the money, I’d just be a sleezy, slimy slut. No sweetie, I’m a whore.”

“Mom,” I pleaded desperately.

“Plus, I dance topless on a nightly basis,” she went on. “Shaking, swinging and rubbing my tits in men’s faces and all over their bodies before grinding my ass and pussy in their laps looking for their hard dick bulge in nothing but a G-string.”

“Okay,” I implored. “I get the picture.”

“And if the price is right, the dick can come out and the G-string can come off,” Mom said.

“Mom please,” I begged as I suddenly realized that I had a massive erection.

Holy shit! I’ve got a hard-on with my Mom’s name on it.

“Just telling it like it is baby boy,” she replied.

“Yeah I get that,” I said in a shaky voice. “It’s just a little too much information though.”

“Honey, I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know,” Mom said.

Maybe it was her sultry voice and the very sexy tone she suddenly had. Or maybe it was just the overall self-confidence, dignity and pride she exhibited when speaking about what she did for a living. But whatever it was, my whole body was suddenly flushed with carnal heat and sexual pressure as my flesh began to mist with perspiration. My cock was literally a blue steel rod as it stood straight up; bigger and harder than I’d ever experienced, throbbing as the veins pulsed with fresh, hot blood. I could literally feel the semen churning in my balls. My breath was short and fast while my pulse was racing.

“I know that,” I stammered nervously.

“Sweetheart are you okay?” Mom asked; suddenly sounding worried.

“Yeah,” I lied. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure,” she replied nervously.

No, I’m not sure. My own mother is giving me a boner unlike any I’ve ever had before.

“I’m fine Mom,” I lied. “It’s just that…”

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