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Chapitre 3 : Réunion d’amies

Ce n’est que le lendemain après-midi qu’elle rencontra à nouveau son suborneur, depuis le matin, elle attendait inconsciemment ce moment. Elle s’étonnait intérieurement de son manque d’empressement.

La nuit avait été des plus pénibles, plusieurs fois elle s’était éveillée, le corps baignant de sueur, une main fichée dans la fourche de ses cuisses Elle se souvenait de quelques bribes des cauchemars qui l’avaient agi-tée.

A trois reprises, à quelques détails près, la même situation s’était repro-duite : écartelée entre trois loubards qui lui bourraient sans vergogne les trois orifices, elle hurlait de douleur lorsque surgissait son sauveteur, Ali après une violente bagarre la délivrait de ses tourmenteurs, puis l’entraî-nait dans le grenier, et là reconnaissante, elle se donnait à lui, lui offrant successivement tous ses trous, c’était invariablement à ce moment qu’elle se réveillait, le cœur battant la chamade, le sexe trempé de sa mouille.

Ce qui la troublait le plus, c’était de constater que si ni son mari, ni ses enfants n’apparaissaient dans son rêve, par une étrange déformation des faits, son suborneur se muait en sauveteur, la contrainte qu’elle avait subie se transformait en un don charnel, un remerciement .

Elle rangeait le bureau de son mari, lorsqu’à pas feutrés, il se glissa dans son dos.

La surprise la fit sursauter, au contact de la main d’Ali s’immisçant entre ses jambes, elle écarta de suite les cuisses, lui libérant ainsi totalement le passage.

Constatant la présence interdite d’une culotte, sans un mot , il s’assit sur le fauteuil du bureau, la coucha sur ses genoux, releva la jupe sur sa croupe, lui descendit le slip sur les mollets et lui asséna quelques cla-ques bien senties sur le postérieur .

Son joufflu ne tarda pas à la brûler, elle ne se débattait pas, consciente de sa faute, elle en admettait la juste punition .

Après une vingtaine de gifles sonores, il arrêta quelques instants, la croupe rougie, crispée, se desserra lentement, il la flatta du plat de la main, avant d’insinuer ses doigts dans la tendre vallée.

Eperdue, elle se laissait faire, ouvrant les fesses, autorisant ainsi l’invasion de son entre fesse, d’un doigt négligent, il constata l’humidité de sa moule, puis, lui vrillant le pouce dans l’anus, il vérifia sa disponibilité.

Rouge de confusion, elle se releva, et toujours sans un mot se débarras-sa de son slip, le gardant à la main.

– C’est mieux comme ça ….. Je croyais t’avoir interdit le port d’une culotte … Tu dois toujours être prête …. Rien ne doit gêner l’accès de ton cul ou de ta motte! …. J’avais oublié ….. Je ne le ferai plus ….. répondit-elle servilement. Monte avec moi au grenier ….. On va analyser les documents! ….

Elle obtempéra, le précédant dans les escaliers, déposant au passage sa culotte dans la lingerie.

La main sous la jupe, il lui triturait les fesses, la chatte, elle sentait gran-dir son excitation, ses sens déjà éveillés par la fessée se débridaient, des picotements aigus lui incendiaient la vulve, la cyprine débordait de sa moule lui engluant l’entre fesse.

– Faudra que t’attendes un peu avant que j’te la mette ….. Ca sera encore meilleur se moquait il.

Allongés à plat ventre, cote à cote, sur un matelas, il prenait des notes tandis qu’elle commentait les photos.

– Elle, c’est Solange, c’était ma meilleurs copine … Je l’ai aperçue en ville … Elle doit avoir épousé le notaire……

– Elle c’est Sylvie Latour, il me semble aussi l’avoir aperçue…..

Elle identifia ainsi une dizaine jeunes filles, il notait au fur et à mesure les maigres informations qu’elle lui donnait.

Elle soupçonnait le but de son interrogatoire, et se le vit d’ailleurs bientôt confirmer.

– Tu vas reprendre contact avec celles que tu connais …… Invite les … Demain après-midi pour le thé …. Je veux tout savoir d’elles …. Célibataires, mariées ….. Profession du mari ….. Nombre d’enfants …. Je veux savoir aussi si les maris sont au courant ….. On verra ainsi celles que je peux coincer

Elle se rebella à cette idée, c’était déjà difficile de lui révéler l’identité de ses compagnes d’infortune, mais devinant comment il utiliserait ses informations, lui livrer ses ex-copines pieds et poings et liés, ça elle ne le pouvait pas. – Tu obéis … Point final la coupa-t-il.

Et, piquant du nez, elle plia une nouvelle fois, acquiescent de la tête.

– T’as bien gagné ta récompense lui dit-il s’allongeant sur le dos

Fébrile, elle dégrafa son jean, lui baissa sur les genoux et à califourchon s’installa au dessus de son braquemart dressé.

Il voulait la contraindre à se prostituer de la manière la plus évidente, aussi, les mains sur la taille refusait-il de la guider.

D’elle même, brûlante de honte elle introduisit son gland dans sa chatte, elle haletait déjà, toujours immobile, il la contraignait à prendre les initiatives les kumral gaziantep escort plus osées, après quelques longues secondes d’hésitation, elle s’encloua brusquement sur le chibre dressé.

Son ventre agité d’une houle violente, elle allait et venait, se relevant et s’abaissant sur la queue de son jeune amant, lorsqu’elle sentit deux mains étrangères lui ouvrir le cul.

– Ah, Mohamed ça fait un moment que je t’attendais, ne te gênes pas …. Elle a encore deux trous de libre ….. Choisis! ….

–

Passive, elle se bloqua, la byroute d’Ali fichée dans son ventre, creusa les reins pour mieux faire saillir sa croupe, attendant l’intromission qu’elle appréhendait cependant.

Les fesses tendues, elle dilata au maximum son sphincter, le contrai-gnant à s’écarquiller, dévoilant l’intérieur rosé de ses entrailles, encoura-gé par le spectacle, Mohamed posa la tête de son gland sur la pastille brune, il n’eut mˆme pas à forcer, contractant son muscle annelé elle ingurgita d’elle même le gros champignon, démontrant ainsi un tout nou-veau savoir faire que bien des putes lui envierait.

Ali toujours immobile, elle sentit la pine du petit frère lui envahir lente-ment les intestins, il progressait doucement, laissant sa gaine s’acclima-ter, se déplier, épouser sa conformation.

Elle sentit bientôt les poils de ses couilles lui chatouiller les fesses, sans dommage il s’était enfoncé jusqu’à la garde.

Elle n’eut pas le temps de s’étonner de ne ressentir aucune souffrance bien que pleine d’eux à en éclater, dans son cul la bitte de Mohamed s’animait, il se retira vivement, déculant, son ventre suivit le mouvement pour se replanter d’un coup violent au fond du tunnel soumis, Ali s’y met-tait aussi et bientôt elle ne fut plus qu’un paquet de chair vagissant de plaisir par leurs deux bites embrochée.

Ils avaient parfaitement accordés leur rythme, chaque pénétration de l’un correspondant au retrait de l’autre, elle suivait leur branle cherchant toujours à s’enclouer plus profondément, leurs mouvement alternés se firent plus hésitants, elle allait de spasmes en spasmes, le rythme se fit plus fébrile, Ali le premier déversa tout son trop plein dans sa chatte dilatée, elle serrait sa gaine sur son sexe comme pour mieux en traire tout le suc, lorsqu’à son tour Mohamed lâcha les bondes, se libérant à grands jets dans son cul gourmand.

Il s’affala sur son dos, elle sentait les pines se ratatiner dans ses deux étuis tandis qu’il reprenait leurs souffles, puis Mohamed roula sur le coté, elle descendit de sa monture et dans une fellation gourmande elle entre-prit de nettoyer la queue de son amant, ayant rangé l’engin elle s’inté-ressa à celle de son frère, qui rebanda, forte de sa technique, sous la contrainte, elle avait déjà sucé des dizaines de queues de maîtres exi-geants, bavant sa salive, engloutissant l’outil dans le tréfonds de sa gorge, léchant les freins, retroussant de la langue le prépuce, elle parvint encore à lui soutirer une bonne dose de semence crémeuse, la saveur de son sperme s’avéra différente de celle de son frère, il était plus acre, plus amer elle n’aurait cependant pu dire lequel elle préférait.

– Ca t’as plu interrogea Ali, bientôt je t’en passerai d’autres …. Mais en attendant quand l’envie t’en prend, tu peux toujours te taper Clothilde …. elle est toujours prête! …..

Honteuse, dégouttée par son attitude, elle se rendait bien compte qu’ef-fectivement, elle était maintenant prête à tout pour satisfaire son jeune amant, esclave de sa queue elle se souciait surtout de gagner sa ré-compense .

Cependant la vie s’écoulait ordinairement, ni son mari, ni ses enfants n’avaient consciences des pensées qui maintenant l’agitaient insistantes, obsédantes.

Tout juste avaient-ils noté ses rêveries, mais comme elles s’accompa-gnaient d’un entrain et d’une joie de vivre retrouvés ne s’en étaient-ils pas plus souciés .

Le lendemain après-midi, elles étaient cinq autour d’une tasse de thé ; elle avait retrouvé facilement Solange et Pascale qui s’étaient chargées de contacter elles mêmes Sylvie et Arlette .

Heureuses de se retrouver, elles discutèrent à bâtons rompus pendant de longues minutes, Clothilde s’efforçant de réchauffer la chaude amitié qui les avait liées un temps, enfin les confidences se faisant plus intimes, mettant discrètement un magnétophone en route, elle embraya sur le sujet qui la préoccupait :

– je suis très heureuse de vous revoir, mais je vous ai demandé de me rejoindre dans un but bien précis ….. J’ai rencontré Michel, dans une soirée, cela m’a beaucoup gêné …. Et je voulais savoir comment vous vous comportiez dans ce cas …… Tu n’as pas à te gêner avec nous répondit Solange avec son franc parler Tu veux parler de la Grange aux loups je suppose, eh bien allons y! ….

–

Solange, Pascale et Arlette avaient comme elles caché cet épisode dou-loureux à leurs conjoints, Sylvie était la seule à s’en être ouvert gaziantep kumral escort à son mari.

Toutes trois elles lui confièrent que si maintenant leurs craintes s’étaient apaisées, elles avaient vécu pendant des années dans la hantise de la révélation de ces mois de déchéance .

Clothilde insista, et cependant que ferait-elles si maintenant, un salaud les menaçaient de tout révéler, leurs visages s’assombrirent, elles convinrent toutes trois que plutôt de voir toutes ces humiliations remon-ter à la surface, elles se soumettraient au chantage, ça elles connais-saient, elles avaient déjà donné, mais tout était préférable à l’idée de se voir mises au ban de la société Moulinoise, toutes trois craignant les ré-actions de leurs entourages ne pourraient se permettre une quelconque révolte .

S’excusant quelques secondes, elle rejoignit Ali dans la cuisine, lui ren-dant compte de sa mission, il s’en réjouit et lui ordonna de retenir la belle rousse, il allait la soumettre dans la foulée .

Quelques minutes plus tard, embrassant ses amies sur le pas de porte, elle retint Solange par le bras :

– Je voudrai te montrer quelque chose! ….. .

Solange embrassa donc elle aussi les partantes et en compagnie de Clothilde retourna au salon, Ali assis sur un fauteuil les attendait l’album à la main.

– Ma pauvre chérie, c’était pas gratuit ce que je disais tout à l’heure ….. Ce petit salaud a trouvé des photos …. Et depuis une semaine il me baise à tout bout de champs, quand il veut, comme il veut! …..

Blême Solange s’approcha, incrédule elle prit l’album et d’un rapide coup d’œil s’imprégna da la réalité de la menace, comme Clothilde la semaine précédente, l’expérience, le dressage qu’elle avait subi auparavant la poussait à s’humilier à accepter les ordres d’un maître qui la dominerait.

– Que voulez vous? …. demanda-t-elle oppressée. Devine ….. lève ta jupe …. Montre ton cul! ….

Sans un mot, elle se soumit, du bout des doigts, elle remonta sa robe dévoilant des bas noirs accrochés à un porte jarretelle noir incrusté de rouge.

– Ca aurait été dommage de nous cacher tout ça….. commenta Ali, Allez continue

Les larmes lui piquant les yeux elle retira sa robe, la posant sur l’accou-doir du fauteuil .

Figée en bas, porte jarretelles, string et soutien gorge assortis, elle ne cherchait même pas à dissimuler ses appâts, tête basse, elle était l’image même de la désolation .

Par le même curieux mécanisme, qui avait entraîné Clothilde à se plier à la suggestion de son tourmenteur, elle se sentait incapable de réagir, le poids du dressage précédent, bien qu’éloigné de vingt ans, la poussait à se plier servilement aux ordres d’un maître quel qu’il soit : c’était une proie rêvée.

Résignée, elle attendait la suite, lorsqu’elle l’entendit interpeller Clothilde qui obéit sur le champ :

– Cours chercher Mohamed, et ramènes un appareil photo chargé, on va commencer un nouvel album! …..

En attendant Mohamed, il l’attira entre ses genoux, lui baissant le string il remarqua :

– Tu te tailles la toison? ….. elle arborait effectivement un mince pin-ceau de poils coupés courts, qui partaient du nombril pour se perdre entre les cuisses, encore jointes.

Elle expliqua :

– C’est pour l’été…… Mon mari trouve moche des poils qui dépas-sent du maillot, alors ….. T’es tu déjà tout rasé? ….. Oui …. Une fois …. Mon mari me voulait entièrement nue ….J’avais honte …. J’ai toujours refusé par la suite …..

– Je sens que tu vas lui faire une belle surprise à ton cocu …… Il va être heureux ….. C’est le moins qu’on puisse faire pour le rendre heureux …..

Les mots lui parvenaient, plus ou moins vides de sens, encore sous le choc de la révélation, elle assimilait mal, se contentant de répondre et d’obéir.

Mohamed et Clothilde arrivèrent, voyant la belle jeune femme à moitié dénudée, Mohamed siffla d’admiration.

– Ben mon colon, si j’me doutais ….. Tu parles d’une surprise …. Elle a ce qu’il faut là ou il faut ….Ca va être un vrai plaisir! ….. Ne perdons pas de temps, tu te étapes rapidement quant à toi vas nous chercher un blaireau, un rasoir et du talc! ….

Mohamed largua rapidement tee-shirt, jean, slip et basket la queue bien dressée il se campa face à Solange lui permettant d’apprécier l’outil qui allait la travailler.

Sa bite brune prenait déjà de l’ampleur, de la main il retroussa son pré-puce, exposant ainsi son gland violacé, pareil à une quetsche, ces prunes bleues qu’on s’attend plus à voir dans une corbeille à fruits que couronnant la pine d’un adolescent .

Impatient il crocha du doigt le string de la belle, un coup sec, l’élastique se déchira, lui marquant le ventre d’un trait de feu.

– Comme t’auras plus le droit d’en porter, autant ne pas se gêner! …..

Le voyant avancer de nouveau la main, craignant pour son soutien gorge, elle se hâta de le dégrafer, gaziantep kumral escort bayan de le retirer, le posant sur sa robe .

Ses seins lourds, aux aréoles larges, brunes leur sautèrent aux yeux, il s’empara des tétins sombres, larges comme le petit doigt, les tordit, lui arrachant un petit cri de douleur.

– j’aime mieux ça …. Comme ça tu réagis …. Je veux que tu partici-pes, ce sera mieux pour les photos ….. intervint Ali l’air satisfait.

Il prit l’album en mains et l’ouvrit aux planches qui concernait Solange, et s’adressant ensuite à son frère :

– On va refaire les mêmes photos, on fera une planche hier, et en vis à vis une planche aujourd’hui …… On va d’abord s’occuper des photos ….. Tu t’amuseras avec elle ensuite!….. Toi gardes tes bas et ton porte jarretelles, ce sera plus érotique ….

Lui appuyant sur les épaules, il l’agenouilla entre ses cuisses, les yeux fixés sur l’image, Ali lui faisait varier les positions, photographiant les plus ressemblantes.

Il la pris ainsi, la langue dardée sur le méat, puis la bite enfoncée jus-qu’aux amygdales, de léger profil, la joue reposant sur le tapis frisé du pubis, et encore la bite butant contre les parois d’une de ses joues, dé-formant son profil, puis le gland juste inséré entre les dents, Mohamed s’excitant violemment il termina cette série en crachant son sperme sur le visage de Solange, la belle tendant la langue pour recueillir sur ses joues la douce liqueur et enfin le visage ruisselant de grosses larmes spermatiques la maculant du front au menton, récupérant du bout de la langue la dernière goutte suintant du méat.

– Faut varier, le temps que je récupère se plaignit Mohamed.

– C’est bon …. Clothilde a amené le matériel …… On va la rajeunir ….. Avec un beau petit minou …… Comme à ses sept ans …. Pose la serviette éponge sur le bureau ….. Inutile de tout tremper! ….

Comprenant enfin ou Ali voulait en venir, Clothilde étendit le drap de bain sur le bureau, Solange s’étendit dessus, sur le dos, cuisses écartées, genoux relevés, compas grand ouvert, Solange livrait ses trésors à leurs regards, comme sur une chaise obstétricale chez son gynécologue.

Ali trempa le blaireau dans la mousse onctueuse et entreprit d’en bar-bouiller tout son triangle pubien, elle comprit alors ce qui l’attendait, d’une ruade elle voulut se redresser, une gifle suffit à la convaincre de se prêter à l’opération.

Le rasoir crissant sur la peau, Ali commença par lui dégarnir le mont de vénus, bande après bande ses poils la quittaient, pinçant le clitoris entre deux doigts, il dégagea les grandes lèvres la prévenant de ne plus bou-ger, en deux longs passages, le rasoir lui dénuda la fente, de même il élimina les poils frisottés encerclant son anus.

Après un bon rinçage à l’eau tiède, il termina son oeuvre en éliminant les derniers poils superflus.

Sa blessure mauve, tranchait vivement sur la peau blanche, son clitoris gorgé de sang semblait une petite cerise surmontant sa gousse mainte-nant glabre.

Un peu de talc épandu avec soin calma le feu de rasoir, Ali en profita pour caresser lentement l’abricot tout lisse, juvénile, qui tranchait maintenant de façon obscène avec son corps plantureux de femme mure.

– On va reprendre les photos dit Ali voyant que la bite de son frère avait retrouvé tout son allant.

En effet de voir raser le minet de Solange, Mohamed avait récupéré toute sa vigueur, son pénis se dressait fiÈrement au dessus des testicu-les poilus ;

– Tant que tu bandes ferme, tu vas commencer par lui mettre dans le cul …… continua-t-il, l’accoudoir du fauteuil remplacera la chaise, encule la couchée sur sa robe! ….

A ces mots, Solange frémit, comme Clothilde, depuis vingt ans elle avait refusé cette faveur, que pendant deux mois elle s’était vue obligée d’accorder malgré la douleur ressentie, cependant, sans un mot, elle se coucha sur l’accoudoir mamelles pendantes.

Conscient de la difficulté d’un enculage à sec, Mohamed préféra l’oindre d’une noisette de crème nivéa, apportée par Clothilde en en-cas.

De deux doigts réunis, il lui fora le trou du cul, graissant largement l’entre fesse et l’intestin, puis la séance reprit .

Elle fut photographiée la bite à moitié engagée dans la rondelle, enfouie jusqu’aux couilles, de profil, de derrière, le photographe allongé entre leurs jambes, enfin l’enculeur retiré, Ali prit en gros plan son anus écar-quillé, sa béance révélant bien l’usage qui venait d’en être fait.

Pour toutes ces photos, Solange avait du présenter constamment son visage à l’objectif, souriante, la langue dardée, ou grimaçante sous l’ef-fort.

Elle n’avait pas ressenti de grandes douleurs, son sphincter bien prépa-ré, s’était bien arrondi livrant facilement son postérieur soumis .

Enfin Mohamed s’allongeant sur la moquette, elle dut s’empaler sur sa byroute, on devait voir distinctement sa main guidant la queue de son amant dans son intimité dilatée, il la prit en levrette, de dos, de face, de-bout couché, assis, elle se lassait manipuler comme une poupée de son, mais peu à peu elle sentait des vibrations sournoises parcourir son ven-tre, Mohamed ne s’y trompa pas, il se sentait coulisser avec de plus en plus de facilité entre ses babines, il la sentait même accroître la profon-deur des pénétrations en tendant le ventre, aller à sa rencontre …..

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Ceci est une suite de l’histoire de la prisonnière Kenza dont vous pouvez lire les aventures dans mon histoire titrée ; les faits ici présentés se déroulent deux mois après l’histoire “Prison de Haute Sécurité”.

Tout les personnages ont plus de 21 ans, l’histoire est totalement fictive et relève du fantasme.

Kenza est une femme irakienne de 45 ans très bien converser et bien éduquée, avant d’être incarcéré elle était professeur de physique à l’université. Les américains l’ont arrêtée car ils l’a soupçonne de liens avec le programme nucléaire irakien. Elle est gardée en détention dans la prison militaire d’Abou Ghraib à coté de Bagdad en Irak de décembre 2003 à septembre 2004 soit environs 9 mois.

Kenza parle très bien l’anglais, et est en forme avec son 1.70 m et ses 70 kilos, elle est très plantureuse et a des larges hanches et des grosses fesses bien rebondies, et des gros seins. Elle a la peau blanche et des cheveux bruns avec des pointes plus claires.

Après plusieurs mois de détention, et jugeant qu’elle n’a rien à apporter en terme d’informations, ni aucun intérêt stratégique, les autorités pensent à la libérer.

Kenza a par contre bien compris que l’Irak était maintenant pour elle un pays à fuir, et que si elle se retrouve libre, elle n’aura pas d’avenir, avant sous le régime de Saddam, elle pouvait au moins travailler à l’université avec un bon salaire et voyager. Maintenant en tant que femme, les Américains et les nouvelles autorités irakiennes on décider de restreindre leurs droits et de les renvoyer à la maison.

Chose difficile à accepter pour cette femme arabe relativement indépendante. Kenza en échange de son silence sur ses conditions de détention, demande à avoir le droit d’émigrer hors d’Irak et d’avoir un bon poste ailleurs, car pire que la prison, elle ne veut pas retrouver son ancien mari et être sa bonne à tout faire …

Les autorités américaines proposent à Kenza un visa et un passeport américain, mais Kenza refuse d’aller aux Etats Unis. Les négociations bloquent quelques jours, mais les autorités US peuvent peut-être rendre service à la prisonnière en l’aidant à partir en Turquie, puis de là, elle pourra soit trouver un travail à Istanbul, ou alors partir en Angleterre. Kenza hésite entre ces deux pays dont les gouvernements sont des alliés des Etats Unis.

Ceci dit les Américains demandent pour cela à Kenza quelques services, ils ne vont bien sur pas lui demander d’être une de leur agent, mais de les aider à mieux gérer la prison. Kenza est mature, charismatique et peut avoir une bonne influence sur les autres prisonnières dont certaines sont “difficiles”.

Voilà le plan est simple un convoi militaire partira pour la Turquie dans quelques jours, et Kenza pourra en faire partie si elle donne quelques coups de mains.

Elle doit dans un premier temps lors des distributions des repas aux détenues, discuter un peu avec ces dernières pour leur apporter des conseils et du soutien afin de les rendre plus coopératives. Kenza doit simplement prendre un chariot et le pousser dans les couloirs et un gardes ouvrent la cellule de la détenue à qui la professeure doit parler.

Kenza est toute nue et pieds nus comme toutes les captives. Elle est la plus ancienne des prisonnières et n’a pas porter de vêtements depuis plus de 8 mois. La première visite est pour Malika, 24 ans, qui est là depuis manken gaziantep escort une dizaine de jours, elle est petite et assez grasse, 1.55 m pour approximativement 70 kilos, de gros seins et des bourrelets sur le ventre, ses fesses sont énormes et en trois dimensions, encore plus grosses que celles de Kenza. Des cuisses pleines de cellulite. Sa peau est très foncé, très mate pour une Arabe irakienne. Elle a probablement des ancêtres africains et vient du sud de l’Irak à la frontière du Koweït.

Kenza donne à Malika sa ration, et la nouvelle se plaint de l’absence de vêtements, comme les autres prisonniers Malika a été déshabillé complètement avant d’être enchaînée et placée dans une cellule quasiment vide à l’exception de toilettes à la Turque, et d’un banc avec un tapis pour dormir et rien d’autre.

Kenza dit à la nouvelle “Tu sais, je suis comme ça depuis plus de 8 mois” dit Kenza tout en montrant son corps dénudé à Malika, elle reprend ” Je n’ai plus aucuns problèmes avec la nudité, c’est vrai que les premières semaines sont difficiles, on a l’impression de devenir folle, l’envie terrible de se masturber ou de se faire baiser, mais ensuite ça devient normal et toi aussi tu seras aussi à l’aise que moi, tu oublieras même l’idée de t’habiller dans quelques temps.”

Malika “Oui mais je n’aime pas que les gens voient ceci” la petite grosse montre son corps et ses bourrelets “j’ai honte d’être comme ça et les Américains m’appellent Big Mac, ils me force à faire du sport toute nue pour me faire maigrir et se moquent de moi car je n’y arrive pas.”

Kenza lui répond en lui donnant quelques conseils “Tu devrais t’entraîner dans ta cellule ou lors de ta promenade comme ça si les gardiens te font faire du sport, tu seras mieux préparée. Moi, je fais des exercices dans ma cellule et lors des sorties, je danse et fais plein d’exercice de cross fit, Yoga, Fitness complètement nue et si certains regardent je m’en fiche. En plus à poil, nous sommes plus libres de nos mouvements, pour bouger, les Grecs à l’époque pratiquaient le sport sans aucun vêtement, alors entraîne toi pour que ces yankee cessent de rigoler de ton niveau sportif.”

Kenza montre ensuite quelques mouvements sportifs, elle fait quelques burpees et ses gros seins vont dans tout les sens, puis elle montre aussi à la jeune captive comment faire des jumping Jack en lui expliquant que ses deux exercices sont très efficace pour améliorer sa condition physique et bruler des calories pour perdre du poids.

L’universitaire passe ensuite à une autre cellule dans laquelle se trouve Nadia, 32 ans, elle est là depuis quelques jours. Elle a les cheveux noirs raides assez long, une peau assez blanche, un gabarit longiligne 1.70 assez fine avec des petits seins bien ferme en forme de pomme et un petit cul compact et rond. C’est une femme très pieuse, conservatrice et religieuse et elle se plaint à Kenza d’avoir “dû retirer tous ses vêtements devant un public d’hommes et de femmes, et d’avoir du sautiller de longues minutes pour faire bouger ses seins de haut en bas, d’avoir du faire des squats et tousser fortement, et d’avoir été contrainte de faire le tour d’une pièce en marchant comme une grenouille avant de se faire inspecter la fente vaginale et l’anus par des gardiens équipés de lampes et de gants en caoutchouc. Puis gaziantep manken escort d’avoir été menottée les mains dans le dos, toujours complètement nue obligée de parader lentement dans toute la prison et devant des membres de sa famille et de son quartier les seins, la chatte et les fesses à l’air!”

Kenza lui répond “Le fait d’être nue permet de se sentir plus libre, et tu es jeune et jolie, c’est beau de voir des femmes nues, c’est un spectacle agréable pour ceux qui matent alors pourquoi ne pas prendre du plaisir à nous exhiber?” Puis en prenant un de ses seins dans ses mains elle ajoute “s’ils sont heureux de voir ça nos nénés alors faisons leurs plaisirs, puis Kenza écarte ses jambes et expose son vagin “Et ça aussi ” Puis elle connue en disant “Tu vas t’habituer à la nudité, comme je m’y suis habituée alors tu le pourras aussi.”

Nadia lui répond qu’elle se sent très humiliée et que ce n’est pas conforme à nos préceptes religieux. Kenza lui répond qu’elle se trompe et qu’il n’y a aucune raison d’avoir honte d’être nue, que Dieu à créer Adam et Eve sans vêtements et qu’être à poil n’est donc pas un soucis surtout qu’il fait très chaud, alors il ne faut pas faire preuve de pudibonderie et culpabiliser à cause de mauvaises compréhension religieuses.”

Nadia rassurée remercie Kenza pour ses précieux conseils.

Ensuite, notre femme bientôt libre va voir dans la cellule de la prisonnière Marwa, qui se plaint des exercices sportifs imposés “Les américains m’ont forcé à courir toute nue dans une cours avec plusieurs autres femmes, nous étions essoufflées, nous transpirions beaucoup, plusieurs soldats se masturbaient en nous regardant …”

Kenza “Tu sais ici il y a quand même beaucoup de discipline et donc d’exercice physique, ceci à pour but de nous maintenir en forme, après oui faire ça à poil peut être un peu humiliant au début mais ensuite on s’y habitue très vite.”

Une fois cette mission accomplie. Kenza va être libre dans quelques jours.

L’opération pour faire sortir Kenza du pays demande quelques jours de préparation, elle doit se rendre en Turquie puis pourra se rendre à Londres. Pour le moment, elle quitte la partie isolement de la prison, et elle va dans une tente qu’elle doit partager avec d’autres femmes retenues par la coalition. Elle va recevoir des vêtements pour la première fois depuis plusieurs mois.

L’Irakienne doit porter l’uniforme jaune, des sous-vêtements lui sont aussi donné avec une paire de tongs en plastique.

Les autres dames sont aussi en tenue réglementaire de prisonnière, dont elles se plaignent, car le hijab leur est interdit, car il ne fait pas partie de l’habillage officiel, dans ce secteur les règles sont beaucoup moins strictes, les prisonniers sont simplement déshabillés et rapidement inspectés lors du processus d’accueil puis se voient remettre un uniforme selon leur statut (en général de couleur jaune ou blanche). Kenza n’a pas le droit de leur dire la chance qu’elles ont de pouvoir porter des vêtements, car dans partie “dure”, les prisonniers sont constamment nus et soumis à plusieurs fouilles intrusives plusieurs fois par jours …

Kenza est peu habituée, la culotte la serre, le soutien-gorge lui donne l’impression d’étouffer par les seins, une altercation va éclater avec d’autre prisonnières quand Kenza gaziantep manken escort bayan se met à poil pour se doucher alors que les autres gardent les culottes.

Une gardienne anonyme vient chercher notre prisonnière et l’entraîne avec elle dans des bureaux en vue de sa libération. Kenza doit rendre les affaires que la prison lui a prêté et théoriquement récupérer les vêtements qu’elle portait en arrivant, mais personne ne les retrouvent, ils ont probablement été volés, ou détruits.

La gardienne s’excuse et lui demande de lui remettre ses sous-vêtements, et tongs et de garder l’uniforme (pantalon + T Shirt jaune).

Kenza s’exécute, la gardienne ne la regarde même pas se déshabiller pour se changer et lui laisse son intimité.

Lorsque le véhicule de transport arrive, avant de monter, la gardienne s’excuse de lui demander, mais la prison manque d’uniforme et donc elle ne peut pas partir avec, et donc elle doit le laisser ici, ce qui signifie se mettre toute nue … Bon Kenza à l’habitude et retire rapidement le pantalon et le t-shirt pour être à poil.

Elle doit faire le parcours en tenue d’Eve. La route vers la Turquie est assez dangereuse et prend plusieurs heures.

Le convoi de Kenza arrive sain et sauf à la frontière turque.

Kenza pose ses orteils sur le sol turc, elle est enfin libre. Les soldats turcs qui l’accueillent baissent les yeux devant sa nudité. Le caporal Hakan, lui sourit et lui donne un salut militaire avant de lui dire qu’elle est en sécurité et qu’elle est l’invitée d’honneur de la République de Turquie.

Hakan fait ensuite remarqué à Kenza qu’elle est nue.

“Oui, je suis nue, ça se voit non” dit l’Irakienne en levant ses pieds pour montrer qu’elle ne porte rien. “Les Américains m’ont interdit de mettre des vêtements pendant toute ma détention”.

Hakan lui répond “Désormais tu es une femme libre et sous protection de la Turquie, les américains t’on imposer la nudité forcée pour essayer de te briser lors des interrogatoires”.

“Ils n’ont pas réussi” répond fièrement Kenza, “Je suis en pleine forme” dit elle en gesticulant. Les soldats ne l’écoutent pas beaucoup et regardent plutôt ses seins rebondir, ou ses petits pieds nus bouger sur le sol, il y a plein de fétichiste des pieds en Turquie.

“Les interrogatoires n’était pas si terrible que ça pour moi” dit la milf, “même si j’ai entendu des sales rumeurs” Kenza montre sa chatte et son anus au soldats pour leur expliquer que personne ne la violer, ni même introduit d’objet dans les orifices.

Puis elle confie “j’avoue que j’aimerais qu’un homme me baise”.

Kenza continue : “Merci à vous pour m’avoir extraite d’Irak”.

Les soldats turcs sont gênés et stupéfaits. Le caporal Hakan leur explique en turc que Kenza est restée complètement nue 24h sur 24, 7 jours sur 7 devant des hommes et des femmes habillés et qu’elle a perdue toute pudeur et modestie; elle risque d’avoir du mal à se ré habituer à porter des vêtements, les études montrent que les femmes ayant passer plus de trois moins intégralement nue et exposées à la vue de tous développent des formes d’allergies aux textiles.

Ensuite, Kenza toujours nue est invité dans un baraquement militaire ou un copieux repas l’attend. Elle ne pense même pas à demander des habits.

Hakan revient vers l’universitaire pour lui suggérer de porter des vêtements “Tu sais tu peux rester nue avec les militaires, ça ne nous dérange pas, mais en Turquie le nudisme est interdit, il va falloir s’habiller un peu Kenza.”

La femme répond “Ah oui, c’est vrai, j’ai tendance à oublier que je suis nue, excusez moi messieurs.”

“Ce n’est rien, tenez enfilez ça”.

Le militaire remet des vêtements de l’armée turque à Kenza pour la couvrir.

Fin- End

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Gary and his wife, Eve, have spent the last few years living life to the fullest. A couple of years ago, they took a trip to Las Vegas that was a sexual awakening for them as well as for their marriage. Since that trip, the two have had an open and sexually adventurous marriage.

This story starts a couple years prior to Gary and Eve’s trip to Vegas, around the time their niece, Lexi, was starting high school. Gary and Eve didn’t have children, but they did have a gamut of nieces and nephews. Hell bent on being everyone’s favorite aunt and uncle, Eve, and Gary, constantly spoiled them. They didn’t just spoil them monetarily; they were there for them at every turn.

When each niece and nephew entered high school Gary or Eve would sit them down, alone for a talk. Who gave the “talk” depended on which side of the family the niece or nephew came from; this was a very important aspect to the talk. They wouldn’t give the “talk” to nieces or nephews of their siblings, but only to those that were a niece or nephew by marriage.

A few weeks into Lexi’s freshmen year, it was time for Gary to have the “talk” with her. It took some doing, but Eve was able to arrange for the two to be alone. Eve had asked Lexi, her sister’s daughter, to come over and help her with some things around the house. Shortly after Lexi’s arrival, Eve came up with a generic excuse to run out to the store to grab something they needed.

As soon as Eve left, Gary called for Lexi from the living room, “Hey Lexi, come have a seat I want to talk to you about something.”

“What’s up Uncle Gary?”

“When I was about your age my uncle, my Mom’s, Sister’s Husband in fact, had a talk with me, the exact talk I’m going to have with you right now.”

“Ummm, ok. If it’s the sex talk, I’ve already had it.” Lexi responded with a worried look on her face.

“No.” Gary laughed.

“Now that you’re going into high school and getting older, odds are at some point you are going to find yourself in a situation that either you shouldn’t be in or don’t want to be in. Not that at I’m advocating stupidity or doing something you shouldn’t, but it may happen. Maybe you’re at a party you shouldn’t be at, or out with people who are drinking or doing drugs and then considering driving or something. Now you should feel comfortable calling your parents for help, if not, you should feel comfortable calling your Aunt Eve. However, I’m a realist, and I know that is much easier said than done.

It can be hard to face your parents, and even your aunts and uncles. Even though we all have your back, it typically comes at a cost, a grounding, a lecture, embarrassment, whatever. Sometimes people need someone they can count on to help them in a jam. Someone that won’t ask questions, someone that won’t lecture, someone who isn’t your parents and someone who won’t tell your parents. So, if you ever find yourself in a situation, before it gets worse or before you go and do something even more stupid, I want you to know you can call me. No questions asked. No lectures given. No explanation needed. And no one, not even your Aunt Eve, will know other than the two us.

Just call or text me, all you have to say is “I need help.” And I will come, no questions, no lectures, no explanations. I will assume, that since you’re contacting me, that you don’t want your aunt to know.

If, however, you get caught or confess what happened, my involvement must remain between us, that is my only requirement. Make someone up, lie, I don’t care but don’t take me down with you.”

“Got it?” Gary added.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” Lexi responded, a bit in shock by what her uncle had offered, and that he thinks she would do something she shouldn’t.

“Yes, I told your siblings the same thing their freshmen year as well.”

“I wouldn’t do anything like that though.” Lexi added.

“I know, but things happen. I do have one favor to ask though. When you have nieces and nephews, I want you to remember this, and I want you to pass along the offer. The key to this offer is to extend it to nieces and nephews that are related by marriage. It’s easier to hide things from your in-laws than your siblings and kids know that.” Gary said with a short, soft chuckle.

As strange as this may sound, this was one of Gary’s proudest moments. He was getting to pass something down from his late Uncle Joe that had really meant a lot to him and stuck with him his entire life.

Lexi made it all the way through high school without needing to take Gary up on his offer. While this was a good thing, Gary was a little disappointed not to have the opportunity to be there for his niece and share something just between them.

Graduation couldn’t come fast enough for Lexi; she had turned 18 early in her senior year and she was eager to get to college. As excited as she was about college though, she was a bit nervous. This was a big change for her, having gone to an all-girls Catholic high school with kids she knew her entire life, now to move halfway across the country to a co-ed school. Then there were the guys, as excited as kilis escort she was to meet a college guy, she was also a bit nervous about them too. Lexi was by no means naïve, just inexperienced.

Growing up Lexi played a ton of sports, soccer, basketball, softball and track. Between her studies, friends and whatever sport was in season Lexi hadn’t found much time for boys. Going to an all-girls school didn’t help matters. There was of course a counterpart all boys Catholic high school nearby, that her brother went to. Even so, her interaction with boys was limited and often they were friends of her brothers’ which she felt was just weird. This didn’t stop the boys, as they all loved fawn over her, she just didn’t have a ton of interest in them at the time.

In her group of friends Lexi was the only one that hadn’t really had a “boyfriend” through high school. She of course had dates, lots, and lots of dates, but beyond going to homecoming, prom, or a movie there was never anyone regular. Lexi was adamant to change this when she got to college, she had a thing for older guys and where better to find them than at a college.

As summer started to wind down and the school year approached, Lexi started to plan her first semester. As typical of a teenager as Lexi was, she loved to plan, prepare, and perfect everything she did. As she thought about the “guy” aspect of college it dawned on her how little experience she had with them compared to her friends. It also dawned on her that her friends were also fairly well-behaved Catholic school girls that likely had far less experience than their public-school counterparts. Lexi suddenly felt she was at a huge disadvantage. Nearly a third of her friends had lost their virginity during high school, the rest all had serious boyfriends and gone to the brink of losing their virginity, but Lexi hadn’t made it much past first base.

Unwilling to be unprepared, Lexi decided she needed to get some experience under her belt before leaving for college. She scrolled through her contacts to see who she would feel comfortable enough to proposition to help her gain some experience.

“Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Uh no. Nope. Hahaha, no. HELL NO! Nope.” She said as she scrolled past the guys in her contacts.

“I just can’t see any of them that way, they are all goofs.” She thought to herself.

Defeated, Lexi decided to download a dating app. She didn’t want a boyfriend, but she did want a little lead up to sex, for learning purposes. Based solely on reputation Lexi downloaded Tinder, not realizing it had gone from a hookup app to a twisted modern version of speed dating. Lexi spent the next week swiping through profiles.

“For being on a time crunch, I’m really being picky.” She thought as she swiped another guy to the left.

What Lexi didn’t realize was her inexperience with guys, had made her more nervous that she thought. This caused her to find fault with most of the profiles. The few matches she had made, the guys seemed creepy the more she chatted with them.

Feeling more and more defeated she kept swiping away. Once she reached the end of the options within her parameters, she decided to loosen the parameters a bit. Without realizing, Lexi reset the age parameter. As she started swiping through the new results, she noticed the guys were getting older, and older, and older, yet she kept swiping.

After about a dozen of the new profiles Lexi stopped dead in her tracks. She found someone she knew, someone that shouldn’t be on the app, someone she was related to!

“HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK!” She said out loud.

Lexi was mortified, angry, shocked, completely overcome by a wave of emotions and thoughts. There in front of her was her Uncle Gary.

“How can he do this to Aunt Eve? What the hell is he doing?” She said to herself.

After several moments sitting in shock and swearing like a sailor, Lexi scrolled down to read Gary’s profile.

Male half of ENM couple, looking for adventure and fun, the bio read.

“ENM? What the hell is that?” Lexi said aloud.

After a quick Google search, she found the answer.

“OH! MY! GOD!” Aunt Eve and Uncle Gary have an open marriage.

Lexi screenshot of the profile, with Gary’s photo on it and immediately closed the app. Over the next couple of days Lexi pondered what she learned, wondering if anyone else knew. On the third day after learning of this shocking news she opened the app again to see if hid profile was still waiting for a swipe. Sure, enough there it was. As Lexi sat there staring at Gary’s profile something strange crossed her mind.

“He does look kinda hot in that picture.” She thought.

Immediately after that thought Lexi says aloud, “What the hell is wrong with you Lexi, why would you think that. Ewe.”

As Lexi sat there thinking, both about the situation and her twisted prior thought, another thought crossed her mind. “He is only twenty years older than me, 38 isn’t that old.”

Gary was the youngest of the aunts and uncles and by a fair amount. Eve was the next kilis escort bayan youngest as she was about to hit her mid 40’s. whereas Lexi’s parents were already in their late 40’s.

“Oh my god Lexi, stop. What is wrong with you.” She thought to herself.

“He’s probably pretty good at it, since they have an open marriage.” Lexi thought as she started to go down a dark path.

“He’s technically only my uncle by marriage, that’s not too bad and they do have an open marriage.”

As Lexi continued to stare at Gary’s profile and slowly rationalize her twisted thoughts, she suddenly swiped right on Gary’s profile.

“SHIT! What did I just do?”

Lexi then realized that her uncle may see her profile, which would then give him the chance to swipe on her. Her only sense of relief was that if he saw her profile he would probably freak out and swipe left out of fear of being caught by a family member. What Lexi didn’t know was that Gary had set the profile up a few years ago and had quickly given up on it since Tinder went from being a hookup app to bunch of women that gave up on plenty of fish.

Lexi spent the next few days hanging out with her friends, living up the last few days of summer. Friday rolled around and Lexi’s friend Haley dragged her to a party a few towns over. After a few hours, Lexi was ready to leave. Haley on the other hand wasn’t ready to go, but she had driven so Lexi was left to her own devices to get home. Adding to Lexi’s frustration was, she was starting to feel a little horny and wanted to get home to play with “Mikey.” Mikey was Lexi’s name for the vibrator Eve had gotten her a few years ago.

Lexi opened the Uber app, plugged in her address, but paused.

A twisted, bad, horrible, dirty thought crossed her mind, “Hmm, he did say if I ever found myself in a position I shouldn’t be in or didn’t want to be in that I could call him.”

With that thought Lexi closed the Uber app and opened her texts.

“I need help.” She typed to Gary.

Lexi spent the next few seconds in pure panic and started to unconsciously hold her breath awaiting Gary’s response.

“Address. Are you safe?” Gary’s responded.

“Yes.” Lexi replied and added the address.

Fifteen minutes later she saw her uncle’s black Range Rover pull up in front of the house. Lexi rushed out and jumped in the front seat.

Immediately saying, “Thank you!”

“Where to?” Gary asked.

“Ummm, hang on.” Lexi looked down at her phone and started to text her mom. “Might stay at Haley’s.”

While Lexi was texting her mom Gary couldn’t help but notice the short, tight fitting dress Lexi had on. Lexi’s athletic body filled the dress perfectly. Typically, he only sees her in leggings or shorts with a t-shirt. Only when she was going to a dance, a date or there was a special occasion did she have a dress on, and they were never this “adult looking” and frankly never this sexy.

“Oh my god Gary, what the fuck is wrong with you.” He thought to himself as he caught himself checking out his niece.

Lexi’s phone dings, her mom replied, “Ok, just let me know.”

Lexi turned to Gary, “Where does Aunt Eve think you are?”

“Out.” Gary replied.

“Out where?” Lexi pushed

“Just out.”

“When does she expect you back?”

“She didn’t ask.”

Lexi was starting to feel daring.

“Does she think you’re out with your girlfriend or some booty call?” Lexi asked in a serious, but playful tone.

“WHAT?” Gary responded shocked and panicked.

Lexi pulls up the screenshot of Gary’s Tinder profile on her phone, turns the phone and shows Gary her discovery.

“Shit.” Was all Gary could get out with a calm hint of defeat in his voice. “I can explain, it’s not what you think.”

“I can read.” Lexi replied. “So, do you and Aunt Eve really have an open relationship and fuck other people?” She asked.

“Look, you can’t tell anyone.”

“Hmm, are there rules?” Lexi asked in an inquisitive tone.

“What?” Gary responded in shock.

Lexi repeated the question, over enunciating each word. “Are. There. Rules?”

“Yes of course.” Gary retorted.

“What are they?”

In shock Gary replied, “Seriously?”

“You want me to keep this to myself, tell me the rules.” She said in a cocky tone.

“FUCK!” Gary said, clearly upset. “We have to tell the other when we play with someone else, we have to make sure no one gets pregnant or an std, and no lying or hiding. Those are the basics.” Gary explained hoping that would suffice.

“Ok. Drive.” Lexi commanded.

“Where?” Gary asked again.

“Just drive so we can talk.”

“Do you two have regulars or like approved people you can play with?” Lexi asked shyly.

After a brief pause Gary mustered up a response, “We both have regulars, sometimes we venture out to new people if the opportunity presents itself.”

“Do you always tell the other who you fuck?”

“Usually, but if it’s not a regular we just say what we did and that they were new.”

“Do either of you leave certain escort kilis details out?” Lexi asked with a bit of a hopeful tone in her voice.

With a chuckle Gary asked, “What’s with all the questions?”

After a moment of silence and no response from Lexi, Gary responded to her question, “Of course we leave things out, we don’t usually go into every little detail.”

“How badly do you want me to keep this to myself?” Lexi asked.

“Seriously, you’re going to black mail me, and your aunt for that matter?”

“No, I’m going to ask you for another favor.”

“Great.” Gary replied with concern in his voice.

“Relax, actually it guarantees my silence on the subject and helps me out with a problem I’m having.”

“And how does it do that?” Gary asked.

“It incriminates me along with you.”

“Um What?” Gary asked completely confused.

“You said if I ever needed something you would be there, no questions, no lecturing and no telling anyone.”

“Yes, and here I am.”

“The ride isn’t the favor, that’s what Uber is for.”

Gary glanced over at his niece, confused, and concerned where this is going.

“Keep your eyes on the road or I won’t have the courage to say this.” Lexi said with a nervous energy in her voice.

“Ok.”

“I’m worried about college.” Lexi started.

“Oh, don’t be Lexi.”

“Don’t talk just listen.” Lexi interrupted. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks now. When I get to college, I want to enjoy everything it has to offer. I haven’t really had a boyfriend so I’m really inexperienced with guys. I’m worried college guys will be able to tell and then won’t be interested.”

“Aww, Lexi. You…” Gary starts but is interrupted by Lexi again.

“Don’t talk! Please, this is hard enough to say. I can’t stand being unprepared especially with someone I just met.”

“So, take your time Lexi, don’t rush things just to do them as..” Gary started before being interrupted by Lexi again.

“You said you wouldn’t lecture.” Lexi said in an irritated tone.

“Sorry, you’re right. Go on.”

“I want you to take me to a hotel and have sex with me.” Lexi said as quickly as she could so not to change her mind.

“Uh. Umm. Uh. I’m sorry, what? Gary stammered as he turned to face his niece while simultaneously swerving.

“Please don’t make me say it again. Please, I need this.”

“NO! NO! You’re my niece!. NO! I can’t! We can’t! NO! NO! Eve would kill me, your parents would kill me, that’s so wrong. NO!”

“You and Aunt Eve have an open relationship. You said you don’t give all the details, especially if its someone new. You said you would be there if I ever needed something, no questions asked.” Lexi repeated as she stared at Gary with sadness and lust in her eyes. “I need this, PLEASE!”

“The offer was to get you out of a jam, not have sex with you.” Gary exclaimed. “Are you serious?” He added.

“Yes.”

“Why are you asking me? Why aren’t you doing this with one of your guy friends? I know you know guys your own age. That would at least be appropriate, this isn’t.” Gary rebutted.

“I tried, but I can’t seem to see the guys I know that way, and I know they will tell people. I feel safe and comfortable with you, and I know this would stay just between us.”

“Are you sure? Have you really thought this out carefully?”

“YES!” Lexi said with clear certainty in her voice.

“Have you been drinking?” Gary asked, thinking that something must be impairing her judgement.

“No, of course not.”

Gary paused before speaking, then let out a soft sigh, “I’m not saying that I’m agreeing to this, but I will agree to getting a hotel so we can talk about this privately and not while I’m driving.”

As Gary drove to the hotel, he regularly used for his encounters, his mind was racing. “I can’t do this; we can’t do this.” He thought. “She is my niece, why am I even agreeing to go to a hotel with her. Oh my god, Eve would kill me if she found out I even agreed to go to a hotel with her. This is my wife’s niece, her sister’s daughter.”

Then it hit Gary. “Oh my god this is Melissa’s daughter.”

Melissa is Eve’s older sister that had gone to Vegas with Gary and Eve and unbeknownst to Eve was part of their sexual awakening. During the Vegas trip, Melissa had accidently gone into her sister and Gary’s room instead of her and her husbands. Upon entering, Melissa approached the bed thinking it was her sleeping husband and initiated sex. Part way through they realized the mistake but continued. This led to an on again off again affair between Gary and Eve’s sister Melissa.

With this revelation, that should have dawned on him much earlier, he thought, “Melissa will kill me if she finds out, not to mention I’ll never get to have sex with her again if she does let me live. Oh, crap and talk about a fast track to divorce court with Eve.”

After Gary mentally compiled the risks, his warped mind started to rationalize the unfolding events. “Well I haven’t agreed to do anything yet.” This led to, “Technically Eve never said each other’s side of the family was off limits.” As he continued down this dark rabbit hole Gary then thought, “Technically I hid and continue to hide Melissa from her, so this isn’t really much of a leap.” Gary then went for the slimeball golden award, “It’s technically Lexi asking for help, not me initiating or wanting it, so to speak.”

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A FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER – or so they say

Chapter 19.

This is not a subtle story; it features SEX and not a lot else!!

This story is a fantasy….well most of it anyway!!

The following story deals with incest, straight sex, gay sex, group sex, anal sex and hopefully romance and probably a lot more so if it’s not your thing please move on, if it is your thing then ENJOY!!

Authors note: – Some parts of this story do not feature the family fucking together….just so you know.

ALL characters are over 18 years of age.

ANNE

It seemed that the house was turning into a hotel for various relatives; luckily we had plenty of room.

Alfie my nephew had moved in, he was a nice lad and it was good for Jake to have a man about his age in the house, and, of course Alfie had a great cock and loved to use it in all my holes. He fitted in well with our incestuous family!!

I was surprised and shocked when my husbands Father turned up. I hadn’t seen Jim for years. Both our families weren’t that big on staying in touch.

Jim and his wife, Joyce, had been good when we’d struggled with the birth of the twins but when Aarons brother, Andrew got into trouble they’d spent more time trying to look after him. When Aaron had bought the roofing business and was doing well his father, Jim, seemed to resent his success, I suppose it was the alpha male thing, and we saw and heard less and less of them.

Jim was always the head of the family and what he said went, all of his sons seemed scared of him and he ran the family with a rod of iron and his fist. Aaron was nothing like that.

Jim had always worked hard but never had much money but they had managed to buy their house in a run down area of London under the “right to buy” scheme and just before they both retired they’d sold it for a small fortune, the area that it was in was now the place to live. Retirement was good for them now that they had money. You could see where Aaron had got his good looks and his gift of the gab from; both Jim and my husband had that glint in their eyes. Jim was always very tactile when we were both younger but of course I was so shy and naive I just took it as him just being friendly.

We all sat down for dinner that evening, Aaron and I were getting on well with Jim but Jill, Jake and Alfie were very quiet and as soon as the meal was over they all disappeared off upstairs.

“Where’s Joyce, is she OK?” I asked.

“Oh she’s fine, she’s away on a girls holiday, well hardly girls as there’s not one of them under sixty, in Malaga. She’ll be chatting up the waiters, drinking too much and hoping she’ll get laid and she probably will’ said Jim.

“Dad, that’s my Mother you’re talking about. Of course she’s not having sex,” Aaron spluttered.

“Why shouldn’t she enjoy herself and get some cock, she’s a grown up women, its the twenty first century after all” Jim said and looked at me and said, “you like cock don’t you Anne?”

I started to blush so stood up to clear the table.

“Dad, don’t talk like that,” Aaron said.

In bed that night I was wanking off Aaron when he said “take no notice of my Dad, he’s all talk, Mum’s not getting fucked, she doesn’t do things like that, they’re not like that.”

I wasn’t so sure, the way that Jim had looked at me and the way that Jill, Jake and Alfie were made me think differently.

Aaron started to grunt and his cock swelled in my hand. I didn’t want the sheets covered with his sticky load so took the head of his cock in my mouth and with a few wank strokes he gave me a mouthful of his salty hot sperm….tasty. I didn’t want his spunk to go to waste and wanted my goodnight kiss from my husband so I pulled my head of his still pulsing and softening cock and kissed him deeply on the mouth, he didn’t resist and I fed him some of his cum. Who would have thought that Aaron would have done that a few years ago?

The next morning the house was quiet and empty. Jill, Jake and Alfie had gone to work, Pete, Jill’s boyfriend had come in late the evening before so hadn’t met her Grandfather yet. Aaron had taken his father to work to show him around, must have been “take your father to work” day.

With a full house there was lots of washing and cleaning to do so after my breakfast I started. I enjoyed housework, taking satisfaction in providing a clean house and a meal on the table when Aaron got back from work. Despite what people thought I enjoyed being a housewife, with all the money we had from the business I didn’t want a cleaner or a cook, my only luxury was the gardeners and of course their cocks.

I emptied the dirty linen box in Aaron’s and my bathroom, Aarons work gear and his gym gear plus my underwear needed washing. As my knickers and bra were so skimpy these days they didn’t take much washing. I couldn’t resist it and smelt Aarons köle escort work shirt, it smelt of him, his aftershave, his deodorant and his body smell, it was like nectar to me. I saved the best smell for last, his underpants that he’d been wearing to work and then to the gym, I held his tight boxer trunks up to my face and breathed deeply, I smelt his sweat, I smelt his piss stains and I smelt his musty arsehole.

Why shouldn’t I enjoy the smell of men’s used underpants? Men were always going on about smelling women’s underwear and even wearing it, I enjoyed the smell of my men’s underwear.

I shook my head and dumped the washing on the landing before heading up to the twin’s rooms. Jill and Pete’s room was, of course, tidy and the bed made. Jill’s dirty clothes were folded up in the linen box and Pete’s work gear and gym gear was piled on top, all the time Pete was living here and using his big cock on her and my holes I was happy to pay him back by doing his laundry, all I had to do was throw it all in the washing machine and press the button, I certainly didn’t do the ironing for them. Like Jake, Pete’s work underwear was old, baggy and stained, not with piss or spunk but with grease and sweat but his “everyday” underwear was of more interest to me. His boxer briefs were stretched at the front, well he had a big cock to pack away in them, but I loved it when he wore briefs as they showed off his bulge through his trousers. Quite often when I pulled his trousers off his balls would be hanging out of the crotch of his underwear and his cockhead would be sticking out of the waistband.

Next was Jakes room, it looked like a bomb had hit it so nothing new there. My number one son left a trail of destruction wherever he went, I shook his duvet and made his bed and started picking up his dirty clothes, he seemed to have stripped off and left his work clothes, gym gear and other clothes all over the floor, a mixture of dirty sweaty shirts, tee shirts, socks and underwear all smelling of young virile man. His work gear went straight into the dirty wash bundle, his gym underwear I couldn’t resist, as I picked up a pair I could feel that they were still damp and sticky, damp from sweat and sticky from his spunk. I knew that my son produced grade A baby batter that he sold at The Club so I thought that he’d save his cum up but it seemed that he had to cum at least a few times everyday and so used his underwear as a cumrag to wipe up his spunk from his late night wanking and let his Mum clear up after him, perhaps he knew that I like the smell of my sons spunk first thing in the morning.

A few weeks ago I had to search Jakes car for the garage door “blipper”, Jake had a habit of picking up all the spares and leaving them in his car. In the glove compartment I found a pair of his underpants wrapped up in a plastic bag. When I opened the bag the smell hit me, spunk, and sweat, piss and lube, what had he been up to wearing these? I didn’t like to ask so after a big sniff I wrapped them back up.

Next stop was the guest rooms. Alfie, my nephews, room was immaculately tidy. I suppose it was his time in the Army that meant he did it automatically. The bed was made, the sheets even had hospital corners and his dirty clothes were folded up and in the linen basket. His tight work T-shirts smelt of him and you could see the marks where his nipples had stretched the material, he had big nipples, like the end of my thumb, his nipples were bigger than mine!! I couldn’t resist checking his underwear, no sperm stains but just a small yellow stain where his cock had leaked piss. I decided that he needed some tighter boxer trunks, his underwear was all a little baggy, the problems of having a thick uncut cock I suppose. I’d have to do a bit of online shopping later on.

The final room, my Father in laws room, I’d been looking forward to this even though I felt nervous about it. Jim had made his bed and the towels in the on suite bathroom were all folded, all was neat and tidy. I opened the lid on the dirty linen basket and looked. Shirts, socks and what I was after, a pair of underpants, I’d expected an old mans pair of pants, you know the type, a pair of M I nearly wet myself and dropped the underwear back into the basket. I knew who it would be, Aaron. The only time I used to hear from him was when he’d ring to say he’d be late home and so “don’t wait up” but now since our marriage had reset he’d call or message me at least four times a day which could be awkward if I had a cock up my cunt or arsehole.

“Hey there, what are you up to?” Aaron asked.

“Just picking up piles of washing, with a full house there’s a lot to do,” I said. “We’ll just get somebody in to do it all, I keep telling you” Aaron told me; he knew that I wouldn’t agree though.

“Can you do me a big favor, Dads doing my head in at köle escort bayan work so I’ve told him that I’ve got to go out to meet a new customer, can you come to the yard and pick him up please?” he asked.

I was going to play with my, by now, wet fanny using the men’s underwear to wipe up my juices and piss but I suppose that would have to wait.

“I’ll just get the washing on so be with you in about thirty minutes” I told Aaron.

“Oh great, I’ll make sure I eat both your cunt and arse out tonight to say thank you,” Aaron laughed.

About an hour later I was driving home with Jim in the car after picking him up from the yard, Jim was actually quite chatty.

‘He’s done well, hasn’t he, along with your help of course” said Jim.

I think that Jim was giving his son and me a compliment.

“Perhaps I should have spent more time and effort with Aaron rather then wasting my time with the oldest Andrew, what a waste of space he turned out to be, still too late now. Oh I know where we are now” Jim said and looked at me.

We’d just driven past the country park where I and all the family at some time or another had been dogging.

Jim carried on talking “I fucked my Granddaughter there while my Grandsons watched and then joined in.”

So that’s why Jill, Jake and Alfie had been so quiet when they’d been around their Granddad.

“And when we get home I’m going to fuck you” he said and put his hand on my thigh.

I knew that he would and I wanted him to, I wanted to be fucked by an older man, I wanted to be fucked by my Father in Law. I felt that familiar tingle in my fanny. Nothing more was said on the drive home.

We walked into the house, Jims hand on my arse as if using it to direct me and he said “on your knees, you know what to do.”

Jim just stood there with his hands on his hips so obviously it was my job to get his cock out. I undid his belt and unzipped his flies and pulled his trousers down, he just stood there. There was a nice hefty bulge in his underwear and I leant forward and took a deep breath, he pushed my face into his crotch, I could smell cock, sweat and piss.

“Smells good doesn’t it but must have forgotten to shake properly after my last piss, now get my cock out” Jim laughed.

I pulled his underpants down his thighs. His cock was soft, hanging over his balls. I was surprised that his balls were shaved and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed, I thought that was just a younger man thing. His soft cock had thick veins running down it but it was his foreskin that attracted my attention, it was huge, just hanging down and covering his cockhead with plenty to spare, it was beautiful.

“You like all that skin do you? Plenty for you to lick and nibble. The Misses wanted to have our three sons circumcised as she thought it was cleaner. I said fuck off, didn’t want my three lads to miss out pulling their foreskin back and forward when having a wank, can’t beat it” Jim told me.

His cock was starting to swell.

I couldn’t resist it and held the tip of his foreskin with my fingers and pulled it open and pushed the tip of my tongue in.

“That’s it Anne, eat it out, clean it out” he groaned.

I ate away, tasting piss and his man juices that had collected under there. His cock started to harden and with one hand I cupped his balls and gently squeezed them as if willing them to produce sperm and with the other hand I held his cock in my fist so as his cock filled with blood and became erect his foreskin started to pull back to expose the head of his cock. I could feel the thick blue veins throbbing as his cock became fully hard.

It was a decent size, a very decent size, bigger than my husbands, bigger than my sons but not as bit as Alfies, my nephews, cock.

Even hard his cock head was still partly covered with his foreskin but with a tug from my hand I uncovered the purple glan and watched as a drop of precum leaked from his piss slit. I opened my mouth, licked the precum off and then took the full length of his cock down my throat until my nose was against his flat toned belly.

“That’s it, take it all” he laughed, “and just think I used to think that you didn’t put out but I was wrong.”

I had my hand underneath my skirt and was playing with my clit and was getting wetter and wetter. I was bobbing up and down on my Father in Laws cock and was fiddling with my fanny.

“I know your playing with yourself so guess you need my cock in there don’t you?” Jim said.

I just groaned, I couldn’t really say anything, as my mouth was full of cock. He pulled me up off of my knees, for an older man he was fit, and pushed me against the work surface and bent me over. I felt his hands on my arse; he pulled my skirt up over my arse and pulled my knickers to one side exposing my wet gash. He pushed two fingers escort köle into my fanny and I heard him say “mmmmm, sopping wet.”

I wiggled my arse at him.

“Hold your fanny open, show it to me” Jim instructed.

I pulled my fanny lips apart and felt the head of his cock tap my fuckhole.

“You want this cock in there?” he said quietly.

I replied “yes.”

“Right answer” he muttered and drove the full length of his cock in one thrust into my fanny.

I yelped, I wasn’t expecting that but it felt good, very good. Before I had time to recover Jim pulled his cock almost all the way out before ramming it back in hard. I gripped onto the work surface.

He pounded away and said “I’d always wanted to fuck you, every since Aaron brought you home for the first time, it looked like you needed a bit of older mans cock to teach you a few things.”

He fucked me hard, not slowing down or reducing the force with which he slammed his cock into my open cunt. Aaron my husband and his son was, well with me anyway, a gentle lover unless I asked him to fuck me hard, I suppose it was a husband and wife thing that we made love instead of fucked. I loved to be used hard, especially by an old man, especially by a family member.

He pulled out of my fanny and pushed two of his fingers in, moving them around till they were coated with my juices, he pulled them out and slammed his cock straight back in, luckily my hole was open wide so he went straight back in.

I felt his fingers brush my arsehole and so quickly relaxed my pucker as he pushed his two wet fingers deep into my arsehole and held me there as if he was using his fingers as a hook, he didn’t miss a stroke though and carried on fucking me.

“Next time, and there will be a next time don’t you worry, I’m going to fuck you up your arse. It will be just as hard and just as deep” Jim grunted.

I just moaned, God I wanted that badly.

He pulled out; I felt my juices running down the inside of my legs. I watched him pick up a couple of clean towels from the pile of washing that I’d just down and spread them out on the big table. He pointed at the table and said, “on your back, on the table, spread your legs wide.”

I managed to stand up and stagger towards the table. He pulled my top off and I undid my bra freeing my tits, my nipples were rock hard. He bent down and pushed my wet knickers down and I stepped out of them.

He scrunched them in his fist and bought them up to his nose and sniffed, “I can smell your cunt” Jim laughed.

See, if you men can sniff our knickers we can sniff your underpants.

He positioned his rock hard cock between my thighs, he reached out and pinched my hard nipples, I yelped, he wasn’t being gentle. He pushed forward, his cock found my open fuckhole and his cock went all the way in up to his balls. He stood still letting me feel his cock inside me and I could feel his cock muscles pulsing as if he was shooting his load inside me but he wasn’t.

I saw him smile at me, as if to say “you ready for this?”

The hard fuck started. Hard thrusts in and out, all the way in right up to his balls and then all the way out until the head of his cock fell out of my open hole. I could see his cock jerk before he thrust it back into me again. Again and again and again he thrust into me, luckily I was holding onto the edge of the table so he didn’t push me off with the force of his fucking.

Jim let go of my nipples and he found my hard clit and started to rub it, the friction triggered a flow, well a gush, of juices from my fanny and a long low moan from my mouth.

Jim increased the pace of my fucking and increased the stimulation on my clit, flicking, pinching, squeezing it and my moaning increased in volume and my legs started to kick.

“Go on then, cum for me” Jim shouted.

So I did. My climax erupted, I screamed, bucked, shook as my fanny exploded with the pleasure of being fucked by my Father in Law, I wanted more. Jim didn’t stop but just carried on fucking me through my orgasm, hard and deep with my fanny muscles still spasming, still wanting more of his cock, it needed his spunk. I held onto the table for dear life, I was still getting fucked hard, still moaning, still panting and then I heard a voice.

“For fucks sake Dad, you’re fucking my wife” the voice said.

It was the voice of my husband Aaron. He’d caught me getting fucked by his Father.

Then another voice.

“Mum, you’re getting fucked by my Grandfather.” It was the voice of my son.

Then one last voice, Alfie my nephews voice, “get in there old man” he said.

“Will you lot all shut up, you’ll put me off my stroke, I need to empty my balls in her” Jim said.

Seeing his son and two Grandsons wasn’t going to stop Jim fucking me and shooting his load. He pulled his cock right out of my cunt so that the men could see it and said, “look at her fanny, she needs finishing off.”

His cock twitched and he started to fire off, one shot straight into my open fuckhole and then he shoved the length of his cock in and I felt my fanny fill up with his hot pulses of spunk. With each pulse he muttered, “yes, yes, yes.”

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Mum and I shared the same birthday, which was quite unusual though on our next birthday, I would be twenty-five and mum would be fifty. The last six years had brought mum and I so close. Our birthday was on the twenty-first of July. It was great as when I was younger it fell during my school holidays. Dad’s birthday wasn’t until December, so we had a big celebration every July.

We lived comfortably. Dad was nine years older than mum but the love between them was amazing. Mum was five foot eight inches tall; she had a voluptuous body which she kept in amazing condition. We had an indoor pool at home, complete with an exercise room, Jacuzzi and sauna. Every day mum exercised there. Mum was an accountant. After I was born, she set up a small accountancy company which she ran from the house. The local Tax Office, which was good for her and her clients.

I loved my teenage years. I had a wonderful relationship with dad and mum. We were a family in every way. When I was five, mum wanted another child. She had to forgo this, as her business was so busy. Dad had a Professor and Doctor title. He ran the software department of a large bank. He taught me so much programming; I was into gaming programs with exciting graphics but to be used on Android smartphones.

Dad was a colossus in programming. They accepted me at the local university, who had a first-class programming department. I was in no doubt that dad’s influence had played a major part in my acceptance. I had helped dad with a one hundred percent secure Android banking app, it impressed him and I earned money from it. The major thing for me was that dad and I could work together.

Then it happened. On the fourteenth of July, dad was in London doing a presentation on my banking app. Dad had flown down. He had left his car in for service, which was now back at the house. Dad was in the back seat of a taxi when the taxi was hit by a drunk driver, doing over a hundred miles per hour. It killed the taxi driver and dad.

I answered the door just after nine. Mum and I had eaten earlier. There were two police officers standing at the door, both with a serious look on their faces. One said, “Is this the residence of Professor Harry Ryan?”

“Yes, it is, I’m his son, Jack. How can I help you?”

They then explained that dad had been in a tragic accident, he and the taxi driver were both dead. Also, the driver of the car that hit them was also dead. As the police officer said, “It’s not a pretty sight, but we need you to identify your father’s body.”

Mum had now appeared, she grasped what was happening, mum said, “Jack, I’ve had a glass of wine. Will you drive me as I would like to see your father?”

Mum had a shocked look on her face. We then followed the police car to the morgue. Dad was not a pretty sight. Mum and I said our goodbyes there to him. The funeral director then took over. The police doctor had issued the death certificate. Mum was in control, but she looked strained. We got back home, I poured mum a glass of wine, mum said, “What am I going to do? He’s the only man I’ve ever loved. Life without him will be so empty for me.”

I was there for mum all the time. The funeral was so busy, everyone was nice. The professor from my department at university spent time with me, inviting me to his office for a coffee before the term started. It was obvious he had a lot of respect for dad. Mum was more than herself now. She was putting a brave face on everything she did. I was spending time on my new game. It took my mind off everything. One night, mum and I were chatting, she had registered some of dad’s programmes in Delaware; he paid no sales tax on his sales. Mum had done the same for me.

I started at university; I loved it; I stayed at home, which was good for mum and me. Mum was financially secure, dad had two life insurance policies. Since the funeral, mum had got her lawyers on to the taxi crash. The taxi insurance had made mum an offer, which she accepted. With mum’s accountancy company, she was secure and concentrating on her clients.

Mum and I had talked often. I told her that dad had told me about the birds and the bees as he said my life would change at university and I would meet girls. Mum got a surprise when I told her this. She told me that her mum and dad had told her nothing about sex and she and dad had learnt by doing. I was sure that mum and dad had a very active sex life.

It surprised me how open mum was when she asked, “You must give love to girls you date, sex is wonderful but you must love each other. If you’re not sure, then walk away from it. Are you a virgin?”

I was embarrassed, but I was honest and said, “Yes mum, I am. I’ve been too busy working.”

The next question surprised me. “What do you do when you’re horny?”

I smiled and said, “What do you think I do, mum?”

Mum laughed and said, “Jack, if you meet a nice girl, then bring her home for a glass of wine, I’ll soon let you know if she’s the girl for you. There’s nothing wrong with being horny. I’ve kızıl gaziantep escort got to look after myself at least once a day now.”

Mum and I left it then, we now got into a routine. When dad was alive, we hadn’t? been churchgoers, but not every Sunday. Mum suggested we go on Sunday, that was the start of it. Mum only had her work and looking after me. She seemed to enjoy going to Church; she enjoyed talking with people. Mum had a pleasant voice and was soon asked to join the Church choir. She loved being part of the choir.

I was enjoying university, the first term flew in. I was getting into a routine, too. Next thing, Easter came around. I was good with my hands. There was going to be a charity fashion show for Easter. Jean, who was a model, ran it. Jean was tall and busty. She had been widowed several years ago. Jean looked as though she was in her forties, but she was in her early sixties. She approached me as she had a problem with the catwalk lights and music. I checked it out for her. She had her own iPad, which she wanted to play music from Abba, Bee Gees, Chris de Burgh and Rod Stewart.

I got the lightning working. A member of the congregation was an electrical wholesaler. He was so helpful and donated LED lightning, which gave such a professional look to the catwalk. Jean was getting so excited about the fashion show. I nearly finished my work as the lights worked perfectly. I had to get one hundred minutes of music on her iPad.

Bill, the son of the electrical wholesaler, had helped me put the LED lighting in place. Jean had been with us but then left to speak to a woman she wanted to model for her. Before she left, Jean said, “Jack, I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon around four at my house. We can get some music on my iPad. Could you ask your mum if she’d be interested in doing a little modelling for us? Your mother is a good-looking woman. We are two models short. I thought that your mum and I could do some lingerie modelling. I’m sure it would go down well. If she’s still in mourning, then it wouldn’t be a problem. Jack, could you be a darling and WhatsApp me some pictures of the catwalk when you finish?”

I told her I’d do that and see her around four tomorrow. Jean and I had spent a lot of time over the last ten days together. Planning and arranging the lights had presented problems, but with Bill’s dad, it had been sorted. We finished the lighting thirty minutes later. As we tidied up, Bill said, “Jack, juicy Jean is hot for you, you’re a lucky guy as she doesn’t throw it around a lot. She’s very loyal and loving, I know, as I’ve been fucking her for the last five years. I got engaged five months ago. We had a long chat. Jeans so honest. We’d been together for so long. I was doing her when her husband was still alive. Jack, I see the way she looks at you. Since we split, she’s been with no one. You should spend some time with her and get to know her. She loves young cock and she’ll take you to places you never knew existed. Don’t think of her as an old ride. She’s looking for love and affection, and she’ll give you all her love if you’re loyal to her.”

I couldn’t believe what Bill was telling me. He had no axe to grind. He was being honest with me. The back garden is where I took the pictures of mum in a bikini. I thought of mum and looked at her gorgeous body as I wanked my big cock. I loved mum’s massive tits; they aroused me. Then I thought of Jean. Their bodies were so similar, though mum’s was much younger, I replied to Bill, “Bill, thanks for the heads up about Jean, I find her very attractive. Could you tell me why you call her juicy Jean?”

Bill laughed and said, “Jack, Jean has an absolute treasure of a cunt. In no way does she suffer from vaginal dryness, she’s always wet. Jean loves to love her lover. Once she crosses the line with you, your sex life will change immediately. Jean loves to be complimented. She loves to be touched and felt. I have said before that she has a very strong sexual appetite. She adores a young cock. Go slowly, treat her with respect and you’ll be there quickly. I have got to go now. I’m meeting my fiancé and soon to be my wife.”

I took the pictures of the lighting Jean asked me to take. It looked incredible. Bill had put dimmer switches in. The lights gave an excellent experience. I was sure Jean would love it. Mum was in the kitchen preparing dinner when I got home. She had leggings and a top on; she looked great, her tight butt looked amazing. I told her the lights were now working in the Church Hall and looked terrific. I said, “Mum, Jean’s short of a couple of models. Would you be interested in modelling some clothes and lingerie?”

Mum didn’t reply immediately. She played for time by checking a pot in the oven. She asked me to pour her a glass of wine, one for myself if I wanted. I did this wondering how mum would reply. Her body looked gorgeous. Both she and Jean were natural models. “Jack, it’s now nine months since dad died. I’m living gaziantep kızıl escort bayan as a recluse. I’m loving the choir as it gets me out, but I’ve no confidence. That was so nice of Jean asking me to help her. Please tell her I will come and support her but I’ve not got the confidence to take part yet. I’m so happy that you have helped her. The Church brings people together.”

“Jack, when your dad was in the taxi coming from the airport, he was massaging me. He was so intimate, telling me what he wanted me to wear for him coming home. What he wanted me to do to him when we got to bed. I had some gorgeous lingerie. There were many wonderful memories for me. I have underwear now, but no lingerie as I threw the lot out. All I have left are the WhatsApp messages from the taxi.”

It surprised me mum’s honesty. I gave her a hug and said, “Keep the WhatsApp messages, as they are a special memory for you. Mum, you’re a very attractive woman. Maybe not now, but one day you should start dating again. You are a wonderful woman who can give so much.”

“Jack, my confidence is gone. Your father knew how to love me. That was special and so was your father. Let’s eat. I’m so happy you know a little more about me.”

We ate, then went to bed. I lay in bed thinking about what I’d write to Jean. I was also happy mum, and I had talked. I sent Jean the following message, “Hi Jean, I hope you enjoyed the video of the new lights. It was difficult to do but now I know I can multi-task with my smartphone. I asked mum if she’d model for you but she’s not ready yet, as dad died only nine months ago. Mum’s confidence is low, she told me she would support you and attend the fashion show. Jean, I was thinking how much I enjoy working with you, you’ve so much experience but I feel my young mind can bring fresh ideas to things. You’ll love the lighting. Did you get another model? I think we would be pushing it for a lingerie show as well. Playing music from the Abba era is easy, but what music would we play to get the audience in the mood with lingerie? I was thinking Use Me by Bill Withers, I wanna spread the news that it feels so good being used. Just keep using me until you use me up. Bruce Springsteen I’m on Fire could be good too. Looking forward to seeing you at four tomorrow. I hope you enjoy working with me as I enjoy working with you. One last question for tonight. Are you dating anyone at the moment? Regards Jack.”

I didn’t have to wait. I went to the bathroom and cleaned my teeth. Mum’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, which was unusual, as she usually kept it shut. As I climbed into bed, my phone beeped. Jean had replied.

“Jack, thanks so much. The light video looks amazing. We’ll find a time when I can bring some clothes with me so we can check out the new lighting. I have another model. She’d be good with lingerie as she’s so full busted. Jack, I’m enjoying so much working with you. I’m not dating anyone at the moment. I was in a relationship. It ended five months ago. Can I be honest with you? Let’s make a deal. You be honest with me and I’ll be honest with you? I am now excited by younger men. My last relationship was with a guy maybe five years older than you. I find you so nice. You’re tall and intelligent. I think you could be naughty? I like to be naughty with a younger man. I only ask for loyalty. You will have me exclusively, but I want the same from you. Would you be comfortable with that? How about Je T’aime with Serge Gainsborough and Jane Birkin? You can come earlier tomorrow. I want to cuddle you tomorrow. We can chat, I’m sure that we can work something out. Kisses everywhere, Jean xx.”

I thought for a minute, then replied, “Jean, I want to be honest with you. I find you very attractive, but I’ve no sexual experience at all. I’ll be a willing student, but I have had no previous experience. Is that a problem for you? Love Jack xx.”

A minute later Jean replied, “No problem Jack, with me, it’s all or nothing. We won’t rush anything tomorrow. My last boyfriend gave me his virginity, the fun started afterwards. We became complete lovers. I am sure we’ll be the same, darling. I won’t be wearing much tomorrow. Let me undress you. We can kiss and cuddle listening to music. I love long, intimate foreplay. Tomorrow afternoon we will be as one, we mustn’t rush anything. I say goodnight darling, thinking of you is making me so wet. I hope you thinking of me makes you hard? Love Jean xx.”

I didn’t reply. All I could think of was tomorrow. I went to the bathroom. Mum’s bedroom door was still ajar, with her bedside lamp on. I heard an unusual buzzing sound. It took me thirty seconds to work out what it was. There was also a splashing sound. Mum was moaning with pleasure when I grasped she was giving herself relief with a vibrator as she worked her dripping cunt with a dildo. Three minutes later, mum had a powerful orgasm. The bedside lamp went out, and I tiptoed to my bed. I felt a sense of relief and excitement gaziantep kızıl escort knowing mum had done this.

That afternoon was an incredible introduction to love-making. Jean was a sex machine who was truly loving in her intimate love-making. She was wearing a silk dressing gown when I arrived. She was wearing four-inch heels with a gorgeous red Teddy and self-supporting stockings underneath. The Teddy showed her voluptuous body to perfection. She slowly undressed me. On seeing my massive cock for the first time, she stroked it lovingly and whispered, “Jack, you’re massive. I feel so good. Just stroking him is making my pussy so wet. Would you like me to be naked for you?”

I had never tongue kissed before. The way Jean and I were tongue kissing felt so normal and affectionate. There was some pre-cum on my piss slit, which Jean removed with her tongue before she wrapped her lips around the bulbous head of my cock and took my full length into her mouth as she massaged my heavy balls so passionately.

Jean took me to her bed for the next five hours. We made love in so many ways. I had cum four times, Jean, five times. She loved how the head of my cock stimulated her cervix. Jean went on top in the cowgirl position. She gave a wonderful shag. She loved having a cock inside her. We were spooning and loved it when I took her that way. Before I left, I did Jean on all fours on top of the bed. I did her pussy doggy style; she loved it as I fingered her big hard clit as I rode her. As she orgasmed, Jean cried out, “Jack, I love your cock. I love it when you go deep darling, you are the first that’s gone so deep.”

I got home just after nine. Mum had been at a choir practice for the Easter service and wasn’t home yet. I could feel Jean’s cunt juice on my thighs, groin and cock. Bill had got it right in calling her juicy Jean. I stripped off my jeans and polo shirt. All I could smell was sex. The shower was open plan, no doors, just a powerful shower with multiple heads and jets. I thought of how good Jean had felt when I’d been inside her. Before I left, I said thank you so much to Jean, “When I am with you, I feel very comfortable, I’ll be more relaxed tomorrow.”

We had kissed, Jean said, “I’ll message you when you can come over. I feel so good being with you Jack, we are a perfect fit.”

I had applied lots of shower gel to my body. My cock wasn’t flaccid. He wasn’t stiff, but sticking out straight as I lathered him. As I rinsed him, out of the corner of my eye, I saw mum standing in the bathroom’s doorway. Her eyes were fixated on my cock and balls. I hadn’t closed the door; I hadn’t cared. The smell of sex was what I wanted away.

As I pulled my foreskin back, I got more gel on the head of my cock. I washed the bulbous head of my cock; I took my time. Mum had a perfect view of my cock. I could look in the bathroom mirror and watch her admire my cock. Two minutes later, she was gone. I got out of the shower, dried myself, then dressed, and went to the kitchen where mum was making supper.

“Jack, I had a wonderful evening at the choir practice. Will you come to the Easter service on Easter Sunday? I felt so relaxed with myself this evening.”

“Of course I will mum, I’m just home and had a shower. The catwalk is now finished, and it’s looking good.”

That night, mum’s bedroom door was open wider than normal. She brought herself off again. The fashion show was a terrific success. It filled the Church Hall to capacity. I had a little table at the back of the hall where I controlled the music. Jean was so happy with the way it went. Mum’s singing was excellent. She showed how happy she was doing it.

That summer, I submitted my first game. It surprised me how popular it was when it was released in October for the Christmas market. We didn’t celebrate our birthday again. Mum wasn’t ready for it yet. I was seeing Jean at every opportunity. Mum did not know about Jean and I but it impressed her with the money which was coming in.

We didn’t celebrate the following year, but I changed the software mum was using in her company. That was tough switching my time with mum’s software and looking after Jean’s hungry needs. Everything worked for Mum. The new software made her work so much easier. I was looking forward to going into my final year in September and had worked on my second game, it was going well for me.

In August, Jean’s daughter Kay, got pregnant. She was thirty-five, Jean was over the moon as she had wanted a grandchild for so long. Jim, Kay’s partner, was a vet. He wanted to marry Kay, which they did in March four weeks before the baby was born. Kay lived a two-hour drive from Jean.

Jean was very open about it. She wanted to spend time with her grandson. We saw each other when we could. We were both still hot for each other, but we both knew the relationship was ending, we were still having sex. At Easter there was no fashion show. Jean was with her grandson. She adored him. She was now staying with Kay; Kay was helping her husband in his practice.

Mum sang with the choir, she just got better and better. I noticed a guy hanging around the choir. He was giving mum a lot of attention. Easter was late this year, it fell in the last week of April. My finals started on the second week of May. I was so confident as my second game had doubled the sales of the first game. Mum was happy with the money I was making.

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Coming Home

Chapter 1

As I sit here looking out at a rainy day, I think back to all that has happened in the last few years, and in spite of the gloom I have to smile. I have been on a journey that most men never have the opportunity to take. It has been a relatively short but wonderful ride. There is nothing that I regret, not one single thing. Let me explain.

My name is Thomas Jason Cleaver and I am a 25 year old man, still living at home with my mother. I suppose today, kids living with their parents in order to make ends meet, is not a rare occurrence. My case, however, is quite a bit different in that I have an intimate relationship with my mother. We are in love and not the mother/son kind of love… we passed that vanilla form of relationship years ago. We are a couple, and to the outside world our relationship may represent a May/December romance. For the most part we don’t really care what the world thinks of us. Still discretion is important, as normal society would never accept who we are. Let me to go back to when I was nineteen to explain how this all happened.

First let me say that my mother, Dawn, is a gorgeous lady, just turning 40, with a womanly maturity that rejects the effects of time. She stands about 5′ 8″ tall and has strawberry blond hair with crystal blue eyes and weighs about than 140 pounds. She has a perfectly sculptured body that even today, or maybe especially today, will causes men to stare. Her breasts are a bit larger than most women of her size, with a bit of a sexy droop but no sag. She has large nipples and areoles that seem to grow even larger when she is sexually excited. Her skin is creamy white and as smooth as silk.

As for me, I am about 6′ tall and weigh in at 180 pounds. I have blond hair, and my mother’s blue eyes. Most would say that I would be a catch for any young woman. Yet, when I was 18, no one would have said that about me. I was all of 150 pounds, which is skinny by anyone’s standard. I was too skinny to play contact sports in high school, so I ran cross country and was on the track team. To say I was gangly would have been an understatement. I was also not very popular with girls in school, being self-conscious about my weight. To tell the truth I was not all that concerned with girls my age anyway because I had my mother. She was, and still is, the only one woman I was ever interested in.

My mother and I have always been close. She was very young when I was born and as a result was forced by her now deceased parents to marry the father. Her parents had ostracized their daughter after the birth and cut off all communication. My father, who Mom said I was named after, at his insistence, was a loser. He was older and took advantage of my mom. The marriage, which was doomed from the start, lasted but one year. He took off for parts unknown and has never been back, which is fine by me.

Still, it was difficult for Mom to raise me on her own, especially with her parents doing nothing to help. She worked hard and got a college degree at night and became a real estate agent… and a good one… working for a nationally known real estate firm. While not making us rich, the job provided us with most of the comforts of life.

Mom dated some over the years, but she never remarried. She always said I was the only man she wanted in her life. As a result we became very close. Early on, some of the kids teased that I was a “Mommy’s boy.” Truthfully, while at one point I questioned the label, I never resented it. Most of the time I was proud to be a “Momma’s boy.”

However, like most boys I did have my rebellious stage. After graduating high school, instead of going to college, I did much of nothing, working in fast food places, gas stations, and for a yard maintenance company. I earned little money and learned nothing of value. I was a bit past nineteen when I saw an ad for the military and stopped by the recruiting station. I told my mother that I was thinking about joining the military. While she was always supportive of me, she was not pleased with my revelation. She had accepted that I would go away to college one day, but never the long term separation that comes with military service. We didn’t fight about it, but she let me know that she wasn’t pleased.

Joining the military was not a decision I took lightly, and it was a very difficult one. However, in retrospect I think it was the best thing that could have happened to me. There were several reasons for me to consider the military in the first place. At the time the reasons seemed logical. First, in my rebellious stage I wanted to cast off the image that I could not make it on my own. I wanted to become my own man… to become a man. That was important to me, but yet deep inside there was another more important reason… I loved my mother, and not like a normal son loves his mother. I thought that getting away from her would help me separate myself from these feelings. I was, of course, wrong about that, realizing quickly that separation only makes the heart grow fonder.

I had always thought my mother was beautiful, but escort karkamış as I turned of age, I found that I was looking at my mother differently… not as a mother, but as a woman. I would see her around the house dressed in short summer dresses or shorts, or even her favorite fluffy bathrobe, with no makeup, and wonder what she looked like naked. Eventually, I have to admit that I took to spying on her.

You see, my mother had a thing about closed or locked doors, at least inside the house. She said it was a feeling that a closed door closed off communication. She would always leave every door opened just a crack, including the bedroom and bathrooms. I accepted it and would mostly comply with that rule myself unless I was doing something very personal… if you know what I mean. My mom must have known what I was doing as she would always leave me alone at those times.

Her policy of leaving doors open gave me ample opportunity, and maybe the incentive, to indulge in my spying activities. It gave me plenty of ammunition for my frequent masturbatory fantasies as well. I would watch her dressing, slipping on her bra and panties, or fresh out of the shower before she put on her robe. I learned much later that she knew that I was spying and was embarrassed that it had excited her.

My mother and I had always been affectionate and never parted without an innocent kiss on the lips. Sometimes, on special occasions, like her closing on a big home sale, or a birthday, there would be a hug and a kiss that lasted longer than a quick peck. At those times my mother would push me away as soon as she felt the almost inevitable hardening in my pants. Her face would flush but I saw her glance down on more than one occasion. My face would flush as well.

There were special evenings when we would sit on the sofa together watching TV, her wearing her favorite old shirt of mine, and me in my shorts and tee shirt. She seemed to be quite careless about letting the shirt fall open and I could see the creamy swells of her braless breasts. I would sometimes pull her over until she was sitting on my lap, which she strangely allowed. Inevitably I would get excited. Sometimes she would remain there even after I had become erect. She would nuzzle her face into my neck and after a while I would wonder if she had fallen asleep.

The feeling of her warm body pressed to me and the smell of her freshly washed hair would conspire to cause my cock to throb in my shorts. I wasn’t sure if she realized that at those special times I would sometimes climax from no more than the feeling of her soft ass on my cock. What wonderful memories those times were for me, and as I learned later, for her as well.

It wasn’t until I had enlisted in the military, and was due to leave the next day for boot camp, that I realized how my mother really felt. I was in bed with just my night table light on, lying naked under the sheets, indulging in my favorite activity when my mother, knocked on my closed door, and came into the room. I was embarrassed; as it was pretty obvious from the tent in the sheet that I had an erection as well as what I had been doing. Mom didn’t seem to notice as she walked in wearing one of my long sleeve button down shirts and a pair of tiny panties. She sat on the side of the bed. Her eyes were red from crying but she smiled at me.

“I hope you don’t mind that I took one of your shirts… it just makes me feel closer to you.”

“Of course not,” I replied as my face flushed.

“I’m going to miss you,” she whispered as she leaned over and placed her cheek on my bare chest.

I could feel the wetness of her tears on my chest. Even that turned me on and made my still hard cock throb. I had tears in my eyes as well and couldn’t answer her. In spite of my emotions my erection did not diminish, but in fact continued to throb under the sheet. I wondered if my mother could see it. A moment or two later I knew that she could.

The room grew very quiet and I swear I could hear my heart thumping in my chest. I felt her hand on my bare stomach and I suppressed a gasp. She gently circled her hand, her fingers playing idly in the hair that trailed under the sheet. I held my breath as her circling hand moved lower and lower until it had slipped under the sheet. I was frozen with excitement and, yes, fear. When he hand started to very slowly move, I wondered if it was just my imagination. I knew that she could see me my cock throbbing under the sheet now and there was a wet spot from my pre-cum.

My head was spinning with excitement and embarrassment as I felt her almost scorching had move another inch lower. At any moment she would be able to feel the wetness created by my dripping cock in my pubic hair. I gasped when she moved that inch and I felt her fingers playing in my pre-cum fluid. I let a little moan slip from my lips and I thought I heard her moan as well.

I lay frozen, wondering if I was asleep and it was a wonderful dream. Whether it was or not, I was afraid to move in fear that I would spoil the moment. karkamış escort bayan I was terrified that she would touch me, but even more terrified that she would not. A second later I felt her hand wrap around my throbbing cock. I swear I almost climaxed.

I moaned loudly this time. It was the softest and most sensual touch I had ever felt. Her warm hand gently caressed my cock, slowly circling the head and allowing my dripping fluid to lubricate her palm. It felt as though the head of my cock was encased in a warm velvet glove. She turned her hand this way and that, gently and lightly stimulating the head. My heart was pounding in my chest and all my senses were heightened. I could feel the warmth of her breasts and the rapid beat of her heart though my shirt and hers.

When she began to gently stroke my cock I didn’t think I could hold back. But I didn’t want it to end either. I didn’t want to shoot off like some inexperienced adolescent and ruin this moment. Yet I was inexperienced. Well except for a couple of amazing times that Becky Henderson had jerked me off while sitting on her parent’s sofa watching TV. But I was no ladies’ man in high school and therefore no real sexual experience. I was, in fact, a virgin.

My mother seemed to sense my excitement and slowed her movement until it was but a gentle squeezing. When the crisis had passed she began again. Her fist came back to the head to coat her palm with my now copious fluids. She twisted her hand around the head until it felt like it would explode. Then she moved back to the shaft again. I am not sure how long this lasted but to my foggy mind it seemed like an eternity of sensual torture. I never wanted it to end, but I was also desperate to climax. I tried desperately to keep my hips from moving, afraid that the added friction would cause me to climax too soon.

Still my mother somehow knew when I could take no more and she would back off. Time and again she did this until I thought I would go mad with desire. Finally, mercifully, she began to stroke me. I could not see her hand on my cock as my view was blocked by her head. I could, however, hear the sound her hand made moving on my now slick cock. She moved faster and faster until it was a sticky and sloppy slapping sound, which I had heard many times when I had done it on my own.

“Oh God,” I groaned as my balls pulled tight. I lifted my hips upward as I felt the throbs of orgasm begin. “Ahhhhhheeee,” I screamed as my cock pulsed and began to blast my cum up the shaft and then splat on my belly. I did it again and again. She continued to stroke me as my cock spit blast after blast of sperm from my swollen balls. To this day I don’t think any climax I had ever experienced had lasted so long or felt so sweet.

My mother continued to stroke me, timing her squeezes with the throbs of my cock, until I was drained. Now I lay exhausted, trying to catch my breath. I was almost afraid to open my eyes, fearing that it might have actually been a wet dream. It was impossible to imagine that my mother had actually jerked me off… had made me climax. I was still in denial when I felt her move away from me. Then she stood and hurried out of my room without a word.

The room was spinning. Had my mother really jerked me off? It had to be a dream I thought. I lifted the sheet to my cum splattered all over my lower stomach and pubic hair. There was even some hanging from the sheet. I fell back on the bed still wondering if it had really happened.

After a few long minutes I slipped out of bed. When I entered the hallway I saw that my mother’s door was closed. It might have been the only time in my life that I had seen her door closed. I quietly tiptoed down the hall and pressed my ear to the door. I thought I could hear whimpers coming from inside. I didn’t know if she was crying or playing with herself. I wanted desperately to open the door… to run to my mother and hold her in my arms… to thank her for the most amazing thing I had ever felt. Yet I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t invade her privacy. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass her or worse, make her angry.

Instead I went to the bathroom, masturbated again, and then changed my sheets before going back to bed.

Chapter 2

The following morning I got up and quietly gather my personal belongings. My mother was going to take me to the recruiting station. I came downstairs and found her in the kitchen fixing breakfast. She was dressed in a terrycloth robe that came down to the middle of her thighs. I went over to her and hugged her from behind, intentionally not pressing my crotch to her ass. She felt so soft and warm. I could smell her sweet shampoo in her hair and knew that she had showered. I started to get an erection but knew that it would not have been good for me to get an erection at this time. She touched my arm and leaned back into me. In spite of everything I got hard. I sighed and pulled away.

I went to the table and sat down, unsure of what to do or say. I couldn’t look at her as she walked over and placed karkamış escort two plates of food on the table. We ate with an uncomfortable silence. At this point I was feeling that I had made the biggest mistake of my life by joining the military. My stomach was churning from both regret and the fear of the unknown. But there was nothing I could do to change what I had done.

Finally I said plaintively, “I will be home in a couple of months”.

She looked at me and tried to smile. I saw a tear in her eye. She sighed and put her napkin on the table. After a moment she said, “Thomas, I know you have to do what you have to do. I know a mother never wants to let her child go. I am no different and that is selfish.”

I started to speak but she silenced me with the raise of her hand.

“I also know you need this. You need to see the world and become your own man. But I am scared. I just want you to be safe. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

I suddenly realized how this was going to impact her. She would now be alone. What would she do without me? I wondered. What would I do without her? There was so much I wanted to say but could only say, “I will be safe, I promise. I have applied for an advanced logistic training school. The recruiter said that as long as I pass the tests I will get what I want.” It was a weak attempt at trying to calm her fears… and mine.

“That’s good,” she said, unconvincingly. “You had better get your things so I can take you to the recruiting station.”

I couldn’t tell if she was angry or sad; probably both.

I got up as my mother stood. She picked up some dishes and placed them in the sink. I hurried over to her and hugged her from behind again. This time she twisted in my arms to face me. When I pulled back and looked at her there were tears in her eyes. I fought back my own.

Then, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I found my lips moving closer and closer to hers. A moment later I moaned deep in my throat as my lips touched hers. This was not a kiss like any other kiss a mother and son would share. My lips pressed into hers and suddenly she moaned and her mouth opened. Now our tongues were touching and I was getting hard again. I didn’t try to hide it this time. My mother didn’t seem to notice. I grew bold and reached down and placed my hands under the back of her robe and onto her panty covered ass and pulled her to me. She didn’t pull my hands away, but moaned instead.

The kiss lasted for several minutes and my head had begun to spin. When I pulled away there was a tent in my jeans. I saw her look down and then she looked up at me and smiled through her tears. My heart melted and I saw a twinkle in her eyes. Then her hand covered the bulge in my pants and we were kissing again.

I had to stop her or risk climaxing in my pants. I pulled away with great reluctance. Then my mother turned away as if she had suddenly turned shy. But I was pretty sure that she didn’t want me to see her tears. I snuggled up behind her and pulled her tightly to me. This time I boldly reached around and caressed her breasts, but over her robe. They were soft and supple and I heard her moan quietly. I moaned too as I kissed her neck. She twisted her head out of the way and placed her hands over mine. Then she actually pulled my hands until they were inside her robe.

My knees almost buckled as I felt her soft bare flesh in my hands. It felt like her hard nipples were on fire. I lifted and squeezed her tits and felt the weight and warm softness of them. I moaned and she joined me.

My heart was beating out of my chest but somehow I found my voice and whispered, “I will be home soon.” Then I added, “I love you,” as I continued to massage her soft breasts.

I couldn’t believe my mother was allowing me to take these liberties.

“I love you too, Thomas, and I am so proud of you,” she said.

The thought of going AWOL went through my mind and I had not even officially joined the military yet. I suddenly felt this incredible sense of loss.

“We have to go,” she said sounding as reluctant as I was to leave.

I pulled my hands from inside her robe and turned her so we could kiss again. When she felt my erection pushing against her stomach she said, “Down boy, or we will be late.”

I didn’t know what that meant or what we would have done if I didn’t have to leave. She drove me to the recruitment station and stopped at the curb. We sat silently for a couple of minutes. I turned and saw her wiping her tears with a tissue. I sighed and leaned over and kissed her. We were on a public street so it had to be quick. Then I stepped out onto the street and waved as she drove away. I fought back my own tears.

***

Basic training was a bitch… to say the least. But it had a profound affect on me. Not only did I filled out and gain twenty pounds of muscles, but I had learned discipline and a new level of maturity. My attitude about life and myself had changed… I was rapidly becoming a man. I took all the tests and received orders that I had been accepted into “Logistics” school. Logistics’ in the military is the movement of men, supplies, and equipment from one place to another. It is critical that men, supplies, and their equipment ended up in the same place at the same time. It wasn’t a dangerous job, per se, but if I was assigned to a hostile area there was always danger, no matter what one was doing.

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Thank you for taking the time to read this. This is a slower burn story, with no sex until near the end. This is not a quick stroker!

It is about the unexpected love experienced between a [comparatively] young mother and her son.

If incest/taboo is not for you, look elsewhere.

As always anyone in described/graphic sexual acts is over the age of 18, and consenting. This is a work of pure fiction, from the author’s mind.

I hope you enjoy!

Unexpected

Rick

This was not how I envisioned spending my thirtieth birthday. I mean it was a Saturday, and I had hoped to be able to go out, share some brews with my friends, get plastered, and maybe pick up a lovely lady to bring home. God knows I needed to get laid. Ever since I divorced my wife for fucking around on me, while she acted like a sedated mattress with me, I found it difficult to get that particular scratch itched. Sure there were lots of women out there who would be willing to put out, but I wasn’t going to pay and had certain standards.

Of course, my mates and I had just gotten to the bar, and the first round was ordered when my cell went off. There was an emergency at work, and being the newest HR manager, I was the one to have to deal with it. With a curse, I tossed down a bill to cover my drink and left. My mates didn’t even raise a stink about me having to leave, or offer to pay for my drink. They just waved me on my way and cheered when the beer was delivered.

After spending hours at work dealing with the aftermath of a severe workplace injury and the investigation involved with that, after the sun went down and the summer storms rolled in, I made it home.

I tossed my bag aside and headed for my alcohol cabinet. I poured three fingers of whiskey, settled into my chair, and flipped on the TV.

This may not have been how I wanted to spend my birthday, but it is what it is. Right?

I sighed in appreciation as I took my first sip. It certainly wasn’t the best whiskey in the world. I made good money, but not THAT good of money. Thank God for the prenuptial agreement, otherwise, I wouldn’t even be able to afford what I had. But it was still a good drink.

I flipped on some game. Now, I couldn’t even tell you what game, or even what sport. I wasn’t really watching it, I simply turned my brain off, and let the alcohol wind its way through my veins.

There was a crash of thunder, and a moment later my house went dark, as the power went out.

“Great! Just fucking great!” I exclaimed into the darkness. After feeling my way to the kitchen, and after banging my knee off a stool at the breakfast bar, I managed to find the flashlight in the junk drawer.

When I was about to sit back down, there was a knock at my door. “Who the hell could that be?”

I wonder if it’s a robber, I thought, the knock and power going out… awfully convenient. Ah, well, I’m a big guy and can handle myself.

I wandered to the door, and wrenched it open; the entire street was dark. I guess that means it isn’t a robber who knocked out my power. Keeping the light low so as not to blind whoever was there, I shone the light out to see who it was.

I was greeted by the sight of long graceful legs and manicured feet, in high-heeled sandals. As I moved the light higher, her legs were exposed up to her creamy thighs. The woman’s little black dress would have been perfect, were it not for the fact that she was as soggy as a drowned rat due to the deluge still streaming from the sky. Even still the dress clung to her body, accentuating her natural curves.

Not even having seen everything this woman had to offer, I was having some impure thoughts. Maybe my mates got me a gift for my birthday, after all.

I continued to move the light and my eyes higher and was met by a perfect rack. Not too big or small. The perfect size for the woman’s frame. At this point, I could feel my body beginning to react to the bombshell in front of me.

Finally coming to the top of her 5′-6″ my eyes settled on the woman’s face. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. My vision was filled with her heart-shaped face, perfect pouty lips, and wide expressive green eyes. Her strawberry blond hair would have been done up fancy were it not for the rain plastering it to her head. Her makeup had run, and emotion filled her eyes.

“Mom?”

The fact that I called her ‘Mom’ was proof of how shocked I was. Now I guess I should explain that statement. I was raised by my grandparents, alongside my mother. Our relationship was one closer to that of siblings than parent/child, and because of that I often called her by her name. But I’ll explain more about that later. I hadn’t seen my mother in close to five years, though we occasionally spoke on the phone.

“Rick!”

As soon as she spoke, she let out a sob and stepped forward hugging me. Tears flowed from her.

I was at a loss. I simply closed the door behind her karataş escort and held her crying form to me. I set the flashlight on the table beside the door, so the light was shining up, giving us the best light possible, and freeing my hands to comfort my mother.

Sometime later, her sobs subsided, though I could still feel her shaking. Her shaking clued me in. I started rubbing my arms along her back and up and down her bare arms, trying to work some warmth into her.

“C’mon. Let’s get you dried off, and then you can tell me what’s going on.”

She didn’t say anything, simply nodded and followed my lead.

I led her right to my room, only stopping long enough to grab some towels from the closet in the hall. I pulled out a t-shirt and sweatpants for her to change into, and grabbed the flashlight I kept in my nightstand.

Turning the flashlight on, I handed it all to her. “If you want a shower, the water will still be hot. The power just went out. When you’re ready, c’mon out, and you can tell me what’s going on.”

My mother nodded. “Thank you, Rick.”

I gave her another hug and kissed the top of her head. Once I grabbed a dry t-shirt for myself, I left, closing the bedroom door behind me.

I returned to the living room, and sat, downing the remainder of my whiskey.

I thought again, how this was not how I was expecting to spend my thirtieth birthday.

Twenty minutes later my mother stepped into the living room. She was wearing my clothes, and she looked like she was swimming in them. The t-shirt looked more like a dress, and she had to roll up the legs of the sweatpants so that she could walk without tripping.

I couldn’t help but picture again the gorgeous woman I saw on the steps before realizing it was my mother.

She sat on the couch and reached her hands out to me. I heaved myself to my feet and sat beside her. Immediately she snuggled into me.

“Thank you.”

I screwed up my brow in confusion. “For what? Making sure you wouldn’t catch a cold?”

She laughed bitterly. “No– Well thank you for that too. But for showing me some kindness. Today has to be one of the worst so far.”

My eyebrows raised at that statement. I knew my mother had had some bad times. Remember how I was saying how I was raised by my grandparents? Well, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for one of my mother’s worst days. The pastor of my grandparents’ church took some– liberties– with my mother when she was only nine, and I was born nine months later on my mother’s tenth birthday.

It wasn’t only scandalous, but also shocking because of her age. The doctor that oversaw my birthing wrote a paper on it.

The only thing I have to say is that the bastard got what was coming. He was convicted of child rape, and sentenced to life in prison, and the church had to pay out a huge sum in reparations. The judge just happened to also make sure that the bastard was in with the general population of the prison, and that the other inmates knew what he’d done. He didn’t last two days inside his final cell.

Though my grandparents ensured Mother and I wouldn’t need for anything, they resented her, because of what happened. They were forced to leave the small town where they grew up rebuilding their lives because of that situation and took it out on my mother.

“What happened?” I asked quietly.

She took a shuddering breath. “Julius kicked me out. He’s bedding some bimbo from his work.” She gave a dry chuckle. “He said he wanted to tell me something important. We got all dolled up and went on a date. He wined and dined me. We drove an hour to get here to go to the restaurant where he made the reservation. It was nice enough, and he made sure I had lots to drink. Then after dinner, as we were leaving the restaurant he told me he wants me out of the house by Wednesday, so his bimbo can move in by the weekend. I was so shocked I stood there. He just turned and left. He left me in a strange town with only my clutch.” She let out a sob. “I thought he was going to ask me to marry him.”

I hugged my mother close, as a wave of cold anger burned in me. I’d never liked Julius. He was a prick that treated everyone like they were less than he was. I’d stayed away because of him. I only spoke to my mother on the phone, and electronically, but hadn’t seen her in the past five years. All because of him. Now I simply wanted to smash his face in for not only hurting my mother, but for leaving her somewhere potentially unsafe.

She took a deep breath, snuggling closer into me. “I’m just glad he took me to your town, and that I had enough money to get a cab here. It took all I had.”

I didn’t say anything. I knew if I did, my anger would get the better of me, and I’d go show Julius what I really thought of him. There wasn’t much that could truly get me angry, but mistreating my family was certainly one of them.

I just held my mother close, giving her the comfort she needed at karataş escort bayan that moment.

Sometime later, I knew from her deep breaths she had fallen asleep. I let out a yawn, the long disappointing day catching up with me. After a little fancy manoeuvring, I managed to pick my mother up, with one arm behind her back, and another under her legs. In her sleep, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tucked her head into my shoulder.

With the flashlight gripped awkwardly in one hand, I made my way to the spare bedroom. When my ex and I bought the house, we had originally planned on this room being a nursery. When I filed for divorce I was glad that we hadn’t had any kids.

I kicked the blankets back and tucked my sleeping mother into the bed. She rolled away from me with a sigh. I leaned in and kissed her temple. “Happy birthday Ang.”

She mumbled back, “Happy birthday Rick.”

I closed the door behind me. Before I could head to my room the power came back on. With a sigh, I went through the house and turned off all the lights, and locked everything up before going to bed.

***

Ang

I felt warm, safe and secure. I peeked my eyes open in the early morning light. I didn’t recognize my surroundings, but I did know I was in a safe place. I felt the strong muscular arms around me, and the thick rod poking me in the back. I knew this wasn’t Julius behind me; he wasn’t this muscular, or large. I remembered that much from the day before at least.

Remembering why I wasn’t in Julius’ arms brought tears to my eyes. I’d honestly thought he was going to ask me to marry him. We’d been living together for a few years. I thought we were happy together. How wrong can a girl be?

Trying to figure out who I was in bed with, I peeked over my shoulder and caught sight of the short warm brown hair of the man behind me. I couldn’t see more without moving more, and that could potentially wake whoever it was behind me, and I wasn’t ready to face that confrontation yet.

I tried to think through the alcohol haze of the night before. Trying to think about who it could be. I was sure I hadn’t had sex. That satisfying feeling wasn’t there. That or the sex was so short and bad, that it didn’t leave an impression on my body. I doubted I would be in a man’s arms without having put out so that just added to my confusion. I also doubted I would feel this safe and secure in a stranger’s arms.

Just then the room brightened as the sun came out from behind a cloud. The blinds were down in the window, but the sun shone in through a crack at the edge and went right across our heads.

The arms around me tightened, a hand coming up and firmly grasping my breast. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time, if ever. When that hand grasped me, it sent an electric jolt right to my womanhood. Instinctively, I pushed back against that hard rod nestled into my butt.

A deep baritone voice mumbled, “Mmm, Liz?”

Hearing that voice made the blood drain from my face. Now I knew why I felt so safe in the arms of a man whom I hadn’t put out for. I gently pulled away from him, disengaging his hand from my body.

I cleared my throat. “Um, no, it’s not Liz, and I hope you aren’t still hooking up with your ex.”

Rick rolled onto his back and reached up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Sitting up he looked around. “Mom? W– How– Did–” He glanced at his hand, my t-shirt covered breasts, and down to his lap, before blushing furiously. “Sorry.”

I didn’t say anything, simply not looking his way.

“How did you get into my bed? I put you into the spare room.”

After he said it, another piece of the night before came back to me. “I vaguely remember getting up and coming in here because I didn’t want to be alone.”

He nodded. “I guess that’s understandable given the circumstances.”

I nodded in reply.

We both sat awkwardly in bed for a moment, but it didn’t take long for the call of the bathroom to override the awkwardness. Rick headed for the master bath, and I headed for the communal bathroom in the hall.

***

Rick

I took a little extra time getting ready for the day that morning. I was embarrassed about groping my mother, yet couldn’t believe how good it felt to have her in my arms. I could still feel the hard nub digging into the palm of my hand. I didn’t want to face her right away.

After taking as much time as I could in the shower and getting dressed, I headed to the kitchen. I found my mother cooking up a storm. It looked like she was putting together a full breakfast. I didn’t even know I had all the fixings for a full breakfast.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the breakfast bar to watch her work. Again I was taken with her. She looked younger than her forty years, and, still dressed in my clothes, she looked more like a hot girlfriend than my mother. With her back turned to me, I could escort karataş easily imagine she was a date who stayed the night, rather than the woman who birthed me.

Catching these thoughts running through my mind, I chastised myself.

“So, what are you going to do now?” I asked, before taking a drink.

Her hands slowed as she thought about my question. “I don’t know. I don’t know that there’s much that I can do. It’s his house.”

The anger from the night before at Julius flared in me again. “Well, you’re more than welcome here for as long as you need. It probably wouldn’t hurt to contact a lawyer though, just to cover all your bases, and then we can go and get whatever stuff you want to get.”

Without turning to look at me, she began plating the food. “I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to see that bastard again.”

She turned to me and placed the plates on the breakfast bar. I could see the tears filling her eyes.

She came around the island and sat on the stool beside me. I simply reached out and wrapped my arms around her. That simple action broke the dam, and again she sobbed out her grief. I held her for as long as she needed, only letting go when she signalled to do so.

We started eating in silence. “I think you’re right about talking to a lawyer though.” She glanced over at me. “After breakfast, could we stop by someplace to pick me up some clothes before finding a lawyer to figure out the next step?”

I smiled down at her. “Of course. Though I kinda like seeing you in my shirt.”

I don’t know why I added that last part, but it was true. Mom gave me an odd look, but with a smile on her face.

We finished eating, cleaned up, and made a trip to Walmart. It didn’t take Mom long to find several sets of clothes and some other essentials. When she went to pay though, her card was declined. She tried another, and it was declined as well.

“I bet that bastard cleaned out my accounts and filled my credit cards,” Mom exclaimed.

I sighed, as my anger toward Julius climbed higher yet. I pulled out my wallet and paid for everything.

The cashier glanced between mom and me but didn’t say anything.

While Ang went to the change room to get dressed, I pulled out my phone and called a buddy.

“Hey Steve, this is Rick. Listen, I need a favour. A… friend of mine… she needs some advice. Her man kicked her out…”

I hung up as mom came out of the changing room. She looked fabulous. She only had on jeans and a blouse, but she wore it well. I don’t know why or even how my mother was stunning me the way she was. But the fact of the matter was that I was seeing her as a woman, not my mother/pseudo-sibling.

She smirked as she walked up to me. “What’s the matter, Hun?”

I shook my head and tried to remember if my mother had ever called me ‘Hun’ before. I’m sure she had, I mean what mother doesn’t call their child Hun, but I couldn’t think of a single time.

“Nothing at all. You look great.”

Her smirk widened into a smile. “Thank you. Who were you talking to?”

“What? Oh! I called in a favour. A friend of mine from uni is a lawyer. He usually deals with divorce cases, and I figured this would be as close to that without the whole being married part. I asked him if he could see a friend of mine and give some advice.”

Mom came up to me, and in the middle of the store reached her arms around my neck. “A friend, huh? Is that what I am?”

I couldn’t reply. I swallowed in an attempt to be able to get a word out. “Something like that.”

She laughed and loosed her hold on me. We gathered up the few other bags and headed for my car.

***

Ang

I don’t know what was coming over me. Earlier that morning feeling so safe and secure in Rick’s arms, and the warmth he gave me whenever he did something to show he cared for me. Not that it was much, but without hesitation, he opened his home to me, without really knowing me for half a decade. He paid for my clothing without a second thought. And even calling in a favour so I could talk to his lawyer friend on the weekend. Never in all of my forty years had I felt as loved by a man, as I do by my son.

And I loved being able to make him turn into a puddle of jelly by something as simple as wrapping my arms around him.

Maybe I was just rebounding from Julius to Rick. Maybe it was something else. All I knew is that I hadn’t felt as loved by anyone, man or woman, as I did by Rick. Not even my father made me feel as loved.

Though things were going down a potentially rocky road, I wanted to see what was at the other end.

Together Rick and I loaded my newly acquired things into the trunk of his car before he drove me to the lawyer friend’s house.

While he drove I looked him over, all 6′-6″ of him. Rick had broad shoulders, and I knew from that morning that he had light curls covering his chest. He was muscular. I knew from our talks on the phone that he went to the gym regularly, and he and a bunch of friends regularly got together to play baseball on the weekends. His facial features were strong. I knew he wasn’t considered classically handsome, and that women weren’t dropping their panties at the sight of him, like some movie star. But I thought there was a rugged quality about him that appealed to me.

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The Seven Day Reawakening Of Rebecca

Part Two

This story takes up where part one left off. Becky and Lisa are on their way back home from their work/vacation in Las Vegas.

As the characters settle back into their home life, things keep heating up between Becky and her son Robby…

This story also has some anal content.

ALL characters in this story having any sexual dealings with one another are aged eighteen and above.

I also want to again thank Kenji Sato for his much appreciated editing and great proofreading skills.

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Chapter 1

After we’d been in the air for what seemed about ten minutes, we looked across from us and said hello to a very-nice-looking, middle-aged couple, who smiled back in our direction. They were sitting on the other side of the aisle from us, but in the same row three, who told us they were also on their way back to Michigan…

“Hello, we’re the McClure’s. I’m Helen, and this is my husband, Charles.”

“Hey there, I’m Becky, and this is my girlfriend, Lisa.”

At first when I introduced Lisa as my girlfriend, Helen had a curious look on her face. But, then, once I think she understood mine and Lisa’s relationship, she smiled at both of us.

“Was this your first time visiting Vegas, Becky…and Lisa?”

“First time for both of us,” I told her.

We settled back into our seats as we watched the city of Las Vegas get farther and farther away, as our altitude increased mile after mile. The stewardess came and checked on us, once the pilot turned off the seatbelt light. Lisa and I had some small-talk, but all I wanted, for right then, was to just relax and fall back in my seat. I laid the light sweater I’d brought onboard the plane in case it got chilly, into my lap. It wasn’t long and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep…

Becky’s dream on the plane….

I dreamed that Robby and I were back in the house on the day he came back home unexpectedly, and saw me totally naked. At first, the same thing happened, I openly flaunted my naked body to Robby, as he just kept gawking at his mother’s nudity. But this time, when I heard Robert’s car door slam, I wasn’t afraid and didn’t run away. When my husband entered the house during the dream, I defiantly informed him that I was going to ask our son to come to bed with me. I then told Robert he could get his own meal for himself, because he’d made me sick and tired of waiting on him to service my sexual desires.

I took my son by the hand, leading him into Robert’s and my bedroom. After I had undressed him, so that now he and I were both naked and now in my bed, I was determined I was going to have my way with him…

I had my now-naked son lie back, as I took his very erect penis into my mouth. Even though I hadn’t had the opportunity to do it in a while, I had always enjoyed performing fellatio. It used to thrill me when I was younger to give some of the boys that I would go out with, what they wanted.

Truth be told, when I was younger, I was also fascinated with the idea of performing fellatio on my father. Daddy was such a good man to his family, and all too often seemed to get little or nothing in return for all his hard work. He always treated my sister, Jackie, and I so well, buying us things that mother said would spoil us, but he went ahead and did it anyway. Since I had inklings that our mother was sexually frigid and never went out of her way for my father in the bedroom, I wanted to spoil daddy with what I thought he deserved. To do for him what mother wouldn’t. I’ve often wondered if he would’ve let me do that.

But now in my dream, it was Robby laying in my bed, something I’d wanted for a long time now. His erection had to be at least seven inches in length and I loved the taste of my son’s flesh in my mouth. My son was on his back with his head resting on his father’s pillow, while I indulged his sexual needs.

My pacing was slow, bobbing my head in a tempo I hoped my son found pleasurable. I found it titillating that our eyes were locked on each other as I kept sucking my son’s cock.

“I’ve thought about doing this to you honey, for so long now. Is mommy doing it all right, do you like me doing it to you?”

“Oh mom, it feels so good. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

“I can’t have you cumming in my mouth too soon though, baby, we need to keep this going for a while. I’m thinking I might like to have you fuck my ass, too. I never would let your father do that to me, and then, shit, I find out he’s gay. Maybe he wouldn’t have strayed with Adam if I’d let him fuck me there, huh?

We switched positions then, with me laying prone, facedown; while Robby laid above me, now fucking me in an kapalı gaziantep escort almost doggie position, except I wasn’t on all fours. It was tantalizing to finally have a stiff, hard cock fucking my pussy again. What new experiences Lisa and I enjoyed, I loved as well. But to finally be hard fucked by a man, and that man be my very own son, almost made me orgasm right there and then in my dream.

And in that dream, I kept instructing Robby through our act of fornication. I thought it ironic, the mother teaches the son when he’s a boy. And then, when the son becomes a man, she trains him in sexual techniques to give her the gratification that’s been denied her for far too long.

Even though I knew I was actually onboard a plane, flying home, I was really enjoying this dream. This coupling between mother and son had been a long time in coming. So many occasions when I would masturbate, I had played this same scene involving him over, and over, and over again. I’d fantasize about when my son would ejaculate, his thick, white, creamy cum pumping into me. I was visualizing his cock and his manly semen flooding into my cunt. I knew I was on the very verge of orgasming then.

That’s when something unexpected happened. My daughter, Susan, Robby’s sister, walked naked into my bedroom and began exposing herself to her brother. I could tell that Robby immediately became disinterested in what he and I were doing, as he abruptly pulled his cock out of me, and obediently followed his sister to her bedroom.

I remained laying on my bed, until I could hear sounds coming from Susan’s bedroom. I then got up and went to investigate what was happening.

That’s when I witnessed my two adult children engaging in sexual intercourse with one another. Robby was laying down, and Susan was mounted above him in a reverse cowgirl position. I simply stood at her doorway watching brother and sister engaged in very lustful fucking.

When they were children, there were many times when they would fight and I had to teach them to behave and get along with each other. In this dream, it looked like my instructions had paid off…richly!

“Uuuuggghh, Robby…fuck me with your hard prick!!! Your cock…oh baby…my brother’s cock feels so good in my cunt!! Ooooohh, just lay there and let your sister fuck you!!!”

“Susan, I’m getting ready to cum!!”

This dream was wildly erotic, I could literally see my Susan rising and falling onto her brother’s cock. It was very much like the dream I’d had when Susan was fucking her father a few days ago. Except now, she had her younger, nineteen-year-old brother’s cock pointing up into her very exposed pussy.

As Robby called out again that he was ready to ejaculate, Susan rose up off her brother, turned around, and took his erect penis into her welcoming mouth.

“Oh goddamn, suck my fucking cock, Susan…SUCK IT!!! I’m cumming in your mouth…this feels so fucking good…I’m cumming in my sister’s mouth!!!”

All I could do now was simply stand back and watch as Susan finished off her brother with a phenomenal blowjob as some of Robby’s jism then oozed out of Susan’s mouth.

I found it interesting, I wasn’t angry with my daughter for taking Robby away from me in my bedroom. The emotion I was having was more along the lines of…curiosity. That’s when my daughter spoke to me.

“Mom, I hope it’s okay what Robby and I just did. Fact is, I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to fuck my own brother. And now, I think you should know that I’ve always wondered what it would be like to eat my mother’s pussy. I hope you’re going to give your daughter the chance to have her curiosity satisfied.”

As I now noticed that Robby was gone, and my daughter’s bed had an empty spot on it, she came over to me and took my hand, leading me to lay down on her bed.

“I like the fact that you’re naked, mom, because my tongue wants to taste your cunt. Here, spread those beautiful legs of yours and let me give my mother a loving kiss to your pussy.”

Once again, I realized I was, in reality, sitting in the first-class section of an aircraft flying at roughly 36,000 feet above the Earth…I was also joyfully experiencing my Susan getting ready to perform cunnilingus on her very own mother. In the dream my legs were wide open in invitation to her. I knew I wanted this. Even more than that, I knew I NEEDED this!!!

It’s amazing what the human mind is capable of. The dreams and fantasies that we can have, simply by intently desiring something. Was this also an unfulfilled craving that I never knew I had? I didn’t know and frankly didn’t care. All I knew right then, was that I was going to receive the gift of my daughter, Susan, to pleasure me as a daughter isn’t supposed to do for her mother.

Instinctively, Susan and I drew our faces together, placing our lips on each other. gaziantep kapalı escort It felt so natural to take my daughter’s tongue into my mouth in a lover’s kiss, as our mouths opened to each other. Here in this dream, I craved to be my daughter’s lover and so much more. My beautiful, raven-haired Susan. People say she looks so much like me, but I knew better…she is so much more beautiful than I ever was. Her skin is so unblemished, with a well-maintained and toned body. Her breasts are almost identical to her Aunt Jackie’s, with basically the same size and great shape to them. I’m wanting to taste her nipples now, as she flaunts her tits in front of her mother!!

We continue in our open-mouth kissing. I’m enraptured with just the taste of my daughter on my lips, on my tongue, in my mouth.

Here in my dream, our kisses are passionate and erotic. This woman, who is my daughter, I want her, I need her. In this dream, I’m lusting for her. Evidently, she wants me, too; as she grasped her hands around my upper legs and hips as she eagerly pulled her face into my sex. Her tongue was in a steady fervor, now searching for her mother’s clitoris to bring me to a much-needed and ready orgasm…

“Oh mommy, I never did those things with daddy that you saw in your dream before.”

“I know baby…OHHH your tongue is SO fucking good to mommy right now. Don’t stop…don’t stop, baby…mommy loves you, honey, make mommy cum, sweetheart!!!”

“And I love you, too!!”

Immediately, the setting changes and now I’m the onlooker as my daughter, Susan, is servicing Lisa, who is laying there in the nude on her bed. My daughter, and my lover, Lisa, are now linked and I have a front-row ticket, witnessing close up Susan’s, once again, flickering tongue feverishly working at Lisa’s spread-open legs and her pussy.

Lisa holds her mouth open showcasing the pleasure she’s experiencing as her hips writhed, twitched, and gyrated; as Susan excitedly pleasured her.

All of this seems so strange to me, and yet so intoxicating as well. I reach down to touch my naked pussy, realizing the extreme volume of wetness that’s there, waiting for me. I began to pleasure myself as the union between Susan and Lisa continued before me.

Now they’ve switched positions and Lisa is performing cunnilingus on my daughter as a naked Robby comes back into the room. He goes to mount himself over his sister’s chest as he splays his legs on each side of her. Resting his knees on the bed, his penis once again in a very-erect state. His left hand aims his cock down to Susan who opens her mouth to gladly accept her brother’s penis. The look on my son’s face, as his very own sister begins to perform fellatio on him again, was something I wished that Lisa could’ve taken a photograph of.

“Susan, I love you. Wow, I wish I would’ve known what a great cocksucker you were before today!!”

He holds his penis just above her mouth, as his sister sends her darting tongue up to the glans of his prick to pleasure it. He’s just holding it there as she commits her tongue and moves her head forward and backward in the servicing of her brother’s sexual need, rubbing and licking his cock with total abandon.

I watched as Robby closed his eyes, and his mouth drew into a wicked smile. The evidence of his sister’s pleasuring, showing on his face. With his stiff erection now held in his sister’s mouth, Robby began wantonly fucking it as Susan kept her mouth open, forming her lips to a wide O, giving her brother admission to drive his prick in and out of it.

“Oh my God, yes, hold your mouth open for my cock!! Hold your mouth open so I can FUCK IT!!

“OH GOD, I’M FUCKING YOUR MOUTH, SUSAN!!!”

To say that the scene before me was mesmerizing would be an understatement. My Susan, and my Robby were blatantly performing before their own mother, something that brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to do. It was quite apparent that my daughter was sexually submitting to her brother in a way that a wife would do for her husband, not what a sister does for her brother.

As they were so willfully joined, Robby ambitiously driving his stiff penis into his sister’s receptive mouth, I kept watching the hands of my adult children as they interacted with each other. His hands and fingers were touching her face and also running his fingers through his sister’s dark, long hair. Susan held the palms of both her hands to her brother’s ass, seemingly attempting to pull her brother into her. It was if she didn’t think he was doing enough to drive his stiff cock into her welcoming O-shaped mouth.

“Susan, sis, OH, I’m getting ready…I’m going to shoot it…can I cum in your mouth?”

A presently-mute Susan excitedly nodded her head to her brother, giving him permission to use her mouth as a receptacle for his ejaculate, whenever he was ready.

And then gaziantep kapalı escort bayan Robby became motionless. Susan laid beneath him, patiently waited for Robby’s cock to shoot his potent sperm into her mouth!! And Lisa, my beautiful Lisa, hadn’t stopped eating my daughter’s cunt, as she’s intently striving to make Susan cum all over her face.

“OH MY GOD, I’M FUCKING CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH!!!

With what I witnessed happening between my adult children and Lisa in my dream, my orgasm hit like a ton of bricks falling on me. I experienced an unprecedented climax like none I’d ever remembered. Both of my hands gripping the arm rests of the seat aboard the aircraft I was flying in. I was thoroughly rocked by an orgasmic vibration between my legs as I brought my pussy up off my chair in the plane.

That’s when I opened my eyes and noticed I’m now back on the aircraft again. Lisa is kneeling down in front of my seat and my slacks and panties have been pulled down to my knees, with her face directly at my sex, ferociously eating my cunt. I grab at the back of her head and pull it anxiously into my pussy. We lock eyes as she continues in her act of cunnilingus on me.

The stewardess walks by and smiles at us, as Lisa is on the floor in front of me tonguing my cunt. I glance across the aisle and see that Helen is kneeling on the floor in front of Charles performing fellatio on her husband. He’s smiling as he then speaks…

“Oh Becky, I wish it was you doing this to me. Helen never did know that much about sucking cock!!”

And exactly at the same time he says that to me, everything starts shaking. I started to panic as I believed the plane was going to crash…everything was shaking…SHAKING…

“Becky, Becky…wake up, honey…We’re just a few minutes away from landing in Dallas!

“Were you having some kind of dream, or what?? You kept moving in your seat, and calling out for Robby, and Susan…and me, too.”

“I’ll tell you all about it Susan, once we land and have our stop-over. We’ll definitely need some privacy before I can tell you what happened.”

Once we were back on the ground in Dallas, Lisa and I found a little corner where no one else was sitting, and I explained the best I could remember all the things that happened during my dream onboard the plane.

“These dreams are getting a little on the crazy side for me. They’re so graphic, with what’s going on. I mean, come on Lisa, am I really now subconsciously wanting Susan, too?”

“Have you ever thought about this, Becks…maybe…she’s wanting you…but you never picked up on it before?”

“Oh, Christ…the thought of that definitely blows my mind!! I mean, yeah, Susan is a very beautiful woman now. But then again, I know I’m biased, too.”

“Becky this is something I’ve never told you, but I’m going to now. Ever since the first time I saw you…in our work setting, I knew I wanted you.”

“God Lisa, are you fucking serious??”

“Very serious, honey.”

Lisa looked around, making sure we were entirely without any unwanted listeners when she said this…

“The first day I saw your face at work, I came home and masturbated with you in my mind.

“Tell me you know it was no accident that I spoke to you on that first day we were in Vegas. And I’m still reeling with the realization that I was able to get you in bed that same night.”

Laughing, I said to Lisa…

“So you think I’m some kind of cheap date, huh?”

“And you know better than that, at least I hope you do. I am IN love with you, Becks. Hook, line, and sinker IN love with you, with zero regrets about anything!”

It was then I leaned over and kissed my sweetheart square on the lips…and let it linger for longer than what was appropriate for a public setting. As the kiss lingered we heard the information that our flight to Detroit Metro was ready for boarding at gate number twenty-five.

As we walked in the needed direction to make our final leg to return home, Lisa reminded me to give Robby a call confirming our final arrival time, so he could be there to pick us up.

Thankfully, we were able to get airborne and our flight headed home in a punctual amount of time. Once again, in the first-class section with plenty of leg room to spare.

“Y’know Lisa I’m not sure how much I’ve really told you about my kids during the last week. But I can’t help it, I’m really proud of the both of them. I think they’ve both used their God-given talents in really effective ways.

“Susan growing up was pretty much always a straight-‘A’ student. There weren’t many report-card-marking periods when she didn’t get a good mix of ‘A’s or ‘B’s. For her to get a ‘C’ in any of her classes was quite rare. When she graduated from high school, she was pretty set on either law enforcement or being a lawyer. I have to say making that decision has been one of her few struggles in her life. She’s still taking classes at the University of Michigan that’ll help her in whichever way she finally decides to go.

“Now Robby? That’s a really different story. He didn’t take after his sister in his schoolwork. He kind of always had his head in the clouds, so to speak. But even still, Robert and I knew that there was something special waiting for Robby…IF he’d only put his mind to it, that is.

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Brenda spends some quality alone-time with Tina

[All characters are 18-years or older.]

Slut-Wife Stepmom; Part-4

(Recap from Part-3)

Exhausted, Bryce rolled off of Tina, but pulled her into a side cuddle. “God, that was fucking awesome!” he said after a deep breath. “You are fucking awesome!”

She rested her head on his shoulder as she ran her hand across his chest, and said, “So, um, what I said about your father just now didn’t gross you out?”

Bryce thought for a moment, then answered, “Well, he’s my step-dad, so that changes things a little, I guess, but I can see how you’d think he was hot. And when I asked you about two guys, I was actually afraid you might say Jack, so that you said my father was actually a relief.”

“Jack? Ewe!” she said. “I’m sorry I did it with him once; that’ll never happen, again!”

“But you would screw my dad? I mean, if the opportunity presented itself?” he asked.

Feeling far more comfortable in her new uninhibited-girlfriend role than she would ever have imagined possible, she thought for only a second or two before answering, “Yeah, I think I would … if, you know, it was okay with you.”

“Can I be there to watch?” he asked.

“Just watch?” she replied with a suggestive lilt.

“Not for very long!” he answered and turned his head to give her a kiss.

“So, would you screw Brenda?” Tina asked after the kiss. “I mean, she is sexy as hell, and she’s not your real mom, either.”

Bryce’s mind scrambled for a way to reply to her question that wouldn’t be some sort of evasive non-answer or a lie that he’d regret later.

In a classic saved-by-the-bell moment, Brenda called out from the kitchen, “Bryce, honey! I’m home. Are you here?”

(Part-4)

“Oh, shit!” Tina said as she hopped off the bed and started scrambling for her clothes.

“Jeez! It’s been an hour?” Bryce said looking at his clock, but more in relief than panic. “When I said you were coming over, she said she’d leave us alone for an hour to … you know, talk things out.”

“Really?” Tina said as she pulled on her pants. “My folks would go through the roof if they came home and found us talking in my bedroom with the door closed. And they sure wouldn’t have left to let us do it!”

“Yeah, I know,” he said as he got off the bed and picked up his shorts. “I’m sure glad you didn’t get their prude-gene.” Again, he sang, “… I love you just the way you are.”

Dressed, they went into the kitchen and Tina said, “Hi, Mrs. H,” as the color came up in her cheeks a little, guessing that Brenda surely knew what they were doing while she was gone.

“Hi, kids,” Brenda replied. “Are things okay between you two, now? I hope I gave you enough time to talk things out. I hated that you two had broken up. You seem so good together.” To Tina, she added, “And you’re such a sweetheart. I told Bryce he was a knucklehead if he didn’t try to work things out with you.”

“Thank you for that,” Bryce replied, “I think we got some things out in the open that both of us had been … well, maybe repressing, I guess. I think we’re going to be okay.” He hugged Tina close to his side, and added, “Don’t you?”

She gave him a passionate kiss–something she would never do in front of her parents–and answered, “Oh, I think we’re going to be a lot more than okay.” Turning to Brenda, she said, “Thank you for giving us some alone-time to sort things out. We discovered some things about each other that we probably never would have talked about if we hadn’t broken up in the first place.”

Once again, a little color came up in her cheeks as she thought about what those things were. Like talking filthy; taking a hard cock down her throat; taking a finger up her ass and sticking one in Bryce’s; sharing her boyfriend’s cum–mixed with her own–with him; the idea of being watched by her boyfriend while she fucked another guy. She had to force herself to stop thinking about it all or her pussy was going to get wet, again.

“Well, I’m happy for you, sweetheart,” Brenda said with a warm smile. “For both of you. Being open and honest with each other–and with yourselves–is key to a healthy relationship. That’s how Mr. H. and I keep our love strong; no secrets, no lies, no regrets.” She then gave the two of them each a hug.

Reluctantly, Tina had to leave to go home. She was already out far later than normal, but her parents had given her some leeway because she told them she was going over to try to work things out with Bryce. They really liked Bryce. He was a fine, polite boy whom they knew could be trusted not to lead their daughter astray. And she had told them that Bryce’s stepmom would home. They had met Brenda and liked her very much. Brenda could be quite charming and seemed to know instinctively when to keep her open-minded side well hidden.

After a long kiss good-night at the door, Bryce came back into the kitchen, kaliteli gaziantep escort and Brenda said, “Well, you’ve obviously made up over the cheating thing; I’m happy for you. So, did you find out anything about Tina’s sexual appetite? Aside from the fact that she apparently can’t go two weeks without getting laid. Did you happen to get into your sexual appetite? Masturbating to Internet porn; having a spy-cam in your stepdad’s bedroom; screwing your stepmom?”

He laughed, and said, “Actually, we had just gotten around to talking about me when you came home. Thank you for the interruption! I didn’t want to lie to her, but I really hadn’t figured out how I was going to explain all that, either.”

Bryce then told her about getting Tina to talk openly–and in detail–about fucking Jack and the throat-poke blowjob that preceded it, and how that nasty narrative had gotten them both aroused. He told Brenda that he said to Tina that he’d liked to have seen it, and how Tina responded with a hot, explicit fantasy of getting fucked by some mystery guy while he watched. He told her about Tina’s taking his cock all the way down her throat; taking a finger up her ass while he ate her pussy, and sticking her finger up his ass while he blew his load into her mouth. Then, how he had spanked her naked ass–at her own suggestion–and how they had fucked cowgirl and bareback … first times for both.

Brenda chuckled, and said, “Well, I’d call that a successful make-up! And it sounds like my instincts about Tina being a lot like me were correct. Lucky you, if you think you can handle it.”

“I think I probably can,” he said. “While I was screwing her from behind, I told her I wished I had two cocks so I could fuck her from both ends at once, and she said that slut-girlfriends needed two cocks at once. That she called herself my slut-girlfriend was hot as hell!

“I asked her who she wanted the other guy to be, and she surprised the shit out of me by saying my dad! The thought of me fucking her cunt while he was shoving his cock in her mouth pushed me over the edge and I blew my load inside her pussy–which was my fourth orgasm of the night, by the way.”

She smiled, and asked, “Is that a record for you?”

“Yeah, and it made my balls ache,” he answered, “But damn, it felt good! I sucked it out of her pussy and we shared it, right after.”

“Your dad’s record is six, but we had started in the morning … and it was our honeymoon,” she replied. “But on with what you were saying …”

“Yeah, so afterward, when we were cuddling,” he continued, “she asked if saying that she would like to have sex with my father had grossed me out, and I told her I actually thought it would be hot to watch. She said, ‘Just watch?’ and I said, “Not for long!’ Then she asked if I’d like to screw you, and that’s when you hollered from the kitchen.”

Brenda laughed, and said, “Saved by the bell!” She then asked, “So, could you tell from Tina’s voice or anything if she was grossed out by the idea of you fucking your stepmother, or turned on by that perverted, taboo thought?”

“Oh, it actually sounded more like she was promoting the idea!” he answered. “She pointed out that you weren’t my real mom, and said that you were sexy as hell.”

“Well, if it’s not the conclusion that you’ve already reached,” Brenda said, “I’d have to say from what you’ve just told me that Tina is a full-fledged, sexaholic, slut-girlfriend; or at least she’s willing to be. The question is how are the two of you going to move forward with this unconventional relationship?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” he replied. “It’s not like I’m going to go tell my buddies that it’s okay to screw my girlfriend and then sit there beating off while they do it. That she is a sexaholic, as you put it, is one thing; making that public knowledge is another. Cripes! If her parents ever found out she’d be on the street!”

“Oh, there’s ways of enjoying the nympho life in private and still being regarded as normal by the general public,” Brenda said. “Heck, you didn’t know I was a nymphomaniac, cock-hungry, slut-wife until you spied on me fucking Dick, and we live under the same roof.”

“True,” he said. “But now that my other head is back to thinking clearly, I have to wonder if all of Tina’s professed sluttiness was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, and it’s maybe just a fantasy that she’s okay sharing with me, but nobody else. Maybe she’ll wake up in the morning and be grossed out, herself, at the thought of having sex with my dad.”

“She wouldn’t be the first monogamous nympho who liked to pretend she was a slut in private, but who never wanted to come out of that closet in reality,” Brenda agreed. “And that can be fun, too, by the way, so if that’s where her head is, don’t push her. But I’ll tell you what,” she went on, “you invite her over for dinner tomorrow gaziantep kaliteli escort or the next day–before your dad gets home–I’ll cook something on the grill, we can eat out on the patio, and maybe swim and just get comfortable. Then I’ll see if I can ease the conversation around toward sex, and we’ll see where it leads.”

***

It didn’t take long the following night for the subject of sex to come up, but Brenda was surprised that it was Tina who initiated it.

Bryce was inside pouring beverages, leaving Brenda and Tina alone on the patio while Brenda was grilling the chicken and Tina put together salads.

Looking to make sure that Bryce wasn’t on his way out, Tina said to Brenda in a low voice, “So, you can tell me it’s none of my business, of course, but have you ever, um, you know, cheated on Mr. H?”

Brenda just stared at her for a moment, and Tina realized immediately that she had put her foot in her mouth. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have …”

“It’s okay,” Brenda said, “I’m not offended by the question. Just a little surprised that you’d ask. But I’m happy you feel comfortable enough that you can. Bryce told me that cheating is what your break-up was over. I’m glad that you’re back together, by the way. You two seem perfect for each other. Did you talk it all out? Is all forgiven?”

“Um, yeah,” Tina said a bit embarrassed recalling the language she had used to talk it out. “We’re okay, now.”

“Good! I’m glad! And, in answer to your question,” Brenda went on, “No, I’ve never cheated on Tom.”

Brenda had to fight back a smile at the disappointed look on Tina’s face. She was, no doubt, looking for some kind of comfort in knowing she wasn’t alone in being unfaithful. That she wasn’t the only one with low morals and weak willpower.

Brenda went on, “It’s not cheating if your spouse lets you screw other guys.”

Tina’s mouth hung open for a moment then she said, “Seriously?”

“Well, that’s only fair, isn’t it,” Brenda replied, “since I let him screw other women?”

“Are you teasing me?” Tina said, knowing Brenda’s sense of humor.

“Honest to God, sweetheart,” Brenda replied. “Some people call it an open marriage. Tom and I call it heaven on earth. Of course, I’m a shrink-certified nymphomaniac, and Tom knew that when he asked me to marry him.”

“So, um, either of you can just go out and screw strangers whenever you want?” Tina asked, the concept both unbelievable–given her upbringing–and surprisingly exciting–given her recently-admitted sexual thirst.

“Rarely complete strangers,” Brenda answered as she brushed barbeque sauce on the chicken. “That wouldn’t be very safe on many levels. We belong to a sort of community of like-minded–open-minded–individuals and couples. Back in the day, we’d be called swingers; today we call it being in the lifestyle.”

“So, it’s like a club?” Tina asked.

“Well, we don’t have t-shirts with Living The Lifestyle on the back, or anything,” Brenda replied with a chuckle, “but I guess you could call it a club of sorts. Very informal, though.”

“Informal as in clothing optional?” Tina said.

Brenda laughed, and said, “That too, sometimes.” She was intrigued by Tina’s apparent curiosity about the idea. Many people would be aghast.

“So, like how many people are in your community?” Tina asked.

“Back when my folks were wife-swapping it would have been a pretty small group. Just word-of-mouth or the occasional personal ad in the back of the paper brought people together. Today, with the Internet, there’s thousands of us connected. Tom and I have taken vacations where we did some online research ahead of time, and ended up invited to the house of a local couple hosting a lifestyle party with half a dozen other couples and a few singles.”

“Your mom and dad wife-swapped?” Tina said in astonishment. “And you knew about it?”

“Not when I was young,” Brenda said as she moved the chicken to the low heat. “They were pretty discreet. It wasn’t until after I was eighteen and they came home and found me giving my boyfriend a blowjob on the living room couch that it all came out.”

Tina wondered if her parents could possibly be closet swappers. She quickly dismissed the idea as being inconceivable. Her mother didn’t own a dress that showed cleavage.

“So, did you join their group afterward?” Tina asked.

“Nope. They were just into couple-swapping and incest was strictly verboten,” Brenda answered. “But it did take away the need for them or me to sneak around. I remember banging my boyfriend in my bedroom listening to them banging their friends just down the hall in their bedroom.”

“Wow!” Tina said, now sure that Brenda knew what she and Bryce had been doing when she came home the night before. Then it occurred to her that she probably had left to give them a place gaziantep kaliteli escort bayan to do it; to make up properly.

An image of Brenda silently cracking Bryce’s door open and watching her ride her boyfriend’s stiff cock in a cowgirl position flicked into Tina’s head, and the combination of remembering the reality of sitting in his lap with his bare-back boner buried deeper in her cunt than ever before, and of the fantasy image of Brenda staring at her naked ass–with her hand pushed down the front of her shorts–made her swallow hard as her pussy tingled and wept a drop of cunt-dew into her bathing suit.

Brenda looked at Tina, and said, “I’m a little surprised that you’re as comfortable as you seem to be with this line of conversation. Surprised, but happy at the same time. You’re apparently quite open-minded about sex; that’s a very good thing in a strong, loving relationship. I think you’re probably a lot like me in that regard.”

“So, um, how many guys have you, you know, done it with?” Tina asked.

“You mean different guys? In my life?” Brenda said, “I honestly have no idea. Certainly in the hundreds. If you mean since I married Tom, probably not more than a dozen, maybe only ten.” She chuckled, and added, “I’ve settled down a bit in my old age.”

Just then, Bryce came out to the patio with a tray of drinks, and said, “Can I get my chicken to go, mom? Danny just called me and his car broke down on the freeway on his way to the airport. I need to go rescue him and get him to the terminal, then go back and hang around until a tow truck shows up.” He looked at Tina, and added, “I can drive you home on my way, if you want, or you can stay here and hang out until I get back, but it might be a couple hours.”

Brenda turned to Tina, and with a hidden wink, said, “Please, stay. I’ve been enjoying our conversation. And the chicken is just ready to come off the grill.”

Brenda went to the front door with Bryce, and asked quietly, “So, is this your way of taking off to leave us alone, or did Danny really call?”

“For reals,” Bryce answered. “Weird, huh? I couldn’t have made up anything better. I’ll text Tina when I’m on the way back.”

She gave him a quick kiss, and said with a grin, “Don’t hurry on our account! The conversation is just getting good.”

After Bryce left, the two women sat down at adjacent sides of the patio table with their salad, chicken, and drinks.

“So, how about you?” Brenda asked around a bite of cucumber. “How many guys have you done it with? Is there a little nympho in you, too?”

“Just Bryce and the guy I cheated with; his name is Jack,” Tina answered, surprised at how comfortable she felt talking to Brenda about such intimate things. “Bryce, a bunch of times, but Jack just once. So, I don’t know; does that make me a nympho?”

“Would you want to screw Jack again?” Brenda asked.

“God, no!” Tina answered. “Not Jack!”

“But somebody else, perhaps?” Brenda said, amused that the young girl was apparently leaving the infidelity-door open, just limiting access to who could enter.

“I, um, yeah, I think I would,” Tina replied, and then quickly added, “But only if Bryce said it was okay! I don’t ever want to cheat on him, again. I felt awful about that.”

“And do you think he would say it was okay? That takes a hell of a self-confident man. His stepdad can handle me screwing other guys, but not too many men can do that.”

“He, um, he kind of said he’d like to watch me screw somebody else,” Tina answered.

“Well, isn’t he a chip off the old block,” Brenda chuckled. “So, with Jack off the table, did you have anyone else in mind for your first permission-granted exhibitionist fuck?” From her conversation with Bryce, Brenda knew that Tom’s name had come up in that regard, and she was curious to see if Tina had the courage of her nympho convictions to say so. She had thrown the word fuck into the dialogue for the first time to try to break the ice through to another level of intimacy and trust … and nastiness.

Tina looked at Brenda for a long moment as she chewed and swallowed her chicken. Finally, she answered, “Okay, this is going to get really weird, really fast, but … well, Bryce’s dad … his step-dad, that is.”

“My husband?” Brenda responded in make-believe shock and anger. “You want to fuck my husband you horny little minx?”

Tina just blinked, trying to think of how to reply to her obvious gaff.

Brenda then broke into a wide smile, and said, “I love it! And Tom would love it even more! He’s told me more than once how sexy he thinks you are. Have you mentioned this to Bryce?”

“That was mean!” Tina said with a relieved laugh. “You had me going. And yes, I did mention it to Bryce. He said he’d like to be there and watch. I said, just watch, and he said, not for long. That was about when you came home.”

Brenda laughed, and said, “Well, considering Bryce and Tom don’t share any DNA, that apple sure didn’t fall far from the tree.” She leaned forward in her chair, and added, “So, here you are with permission from your boyfriend to fuck his stepdad while he watches and joins in, and neither of them is anywhere to be found. What is a horny girl to do?” She then leaned on her elbows, looked Tina in the eyes, and asked, “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

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Author’s note: All characters in this story are at the age of consent. This is a work of fiction, and any similarity between the characters described herein with real people are purely coincidental.

1

John remembered the day like it was yesterday. He and his sister, Jennifer, were hanging out at the local neighborhood hangout spot with their friends – Mile High Billiards Club. It was the thing to do. Everybody who was anybody went to the pool hall in the evenings and on weekends to hang out, and if you were lucky enough, to hook up with someone looking for a good time. John and Jennifer were close in age and had always hung out together. They were only one year apart and went to the same school, often hanging with the same circle of friends.

Jennifer regularly wore tight shorts, jean cutoffs that had just the slightest hint of fringe and showed the bottom round curve of her asscheeks peeking out beneath when she bent over the pool table. She liked to wear v-cut shirts with no bra, the kind that tied under her chest and showed her perfectly flat, toned stomach and small, barely B-cup round tits. Her nippes were usually visible poking through the thin fabric of her top, and she easily turned heads anywhere she went. All guys had their eyes on her, whether they were with someone or not. It didn’t matter – Jennifer just oozed sex appeal.

Jennifer loved all the attention and was quite a flirt. She shamelessly batted her eyes and shook her ass for any guy that would look her way. After all, she would get turned on from all the attention, and was pretty much always horny and ready for a romp in the hay.

She had the dirtiest mind – she just couldn’t help it. She was born that way. Jennifer had a hunger for wild sex. The last thing she wanted was gentle love – oh no, Jennifer wanted to be taken by a man and fucked hard. She needed that, so badly. Jennifer was still a virgin, and couldn’t wait to find a sexy man to help relieve her deepest and darkest desires.

2

After high school, John and Jennifer moved in together for a while, eager to get out of their parents’ house. Jennifer would often masturbate at night before going to sleep. John could hear her through the thin wall that separated their bedrooms. He could hear her moans and gasps as she vigorously humped her pillow, crying out.

One fateful night, John snuck out of bed and tiptoed over to Jennifer’s room, slowly turning the doorknob and cracking the door open, ever so slightly, so he could peek in. What he saw was an image he will never forget for as long as he lives – it was the first time he saw a naked woman masturbating in the flesh.

Jennifer was lying face down on her bed completely naked and uncovered, a pillow folded up underneath her and positioned directly beneath her hips. She had her face buried in another pillow to muffle the sounds as she screamed out and moaned loudly, pushing her hips to thrust her pelvis forward, shaking all over as she pushed hard – pushing her pussy desperately into the pillow. He was amazed that she could shake and move that fast, and immediately got hard from the sight of it.

Her gasps, moans and cries of pleasure were driving him wild. He couldn’t stand it, and reached one hand down inside of his pajama shorts and grabbed his twitching, throbbing cock. He wrapped his fingers around his hard manhood and began stroking it, fast and hard. He was still a virgin and was always very horny. He loved playing with his cock and just couldn’t keep his hands off of it. He played with himself at least ten times a day on most days.

It didn’t take much for him to get turned on, and before he realized what was happening, he started cumming hard in his shorts. That had never happened before. He stood very still for a moment, knees shaking, heart pounding as he tried to catch his breath. Then he returned quickly to bed, listening to the moans of sweet Jennifer through the thin wall and playing with his growing cock again before cumming all over his bedsheets. He loved the feeling and couldn’t get enough. All he could think about was seeing Jennifer’s sweet, sexy ass cheeks shaking as she pushed her tight little pussy hard, grinding it into the pillow. It drove him absolutely wild with lust.

3

John was watching Jennifer bending over the pool table, her tits hanging down and her perfectly curved ass gracing the edge of the pool table as she held the pool cue gingerly in her hands, her fingers wrapped around the shaft, aiming for the perfect shot to sink the last ball on the table. He noticed other guys walking around, trying to get a better view from behind. He found himself starting to feel a little jealous, wanting to chase them away from her. He enjoyed looking at her, but nobody else was allowed to.

“Woo!” Jennifer shouted, jumping up and down with her arms in the air, the pool cue still in her hand, her tits bouncing wildly in her shirt. She had sunk the last islahiye escort ball, shamelessly defeating her opponent. MIke didn’t seem to mind, or even notice, that she had won. He was too busy staring at the glorious sight of her tits bouncing as she jumped.

Mike was the same age as Jennifer, and they had hung around together since they were little. Mike was Jennifer’s cousin, the sexy young son of Jennifer’s aunt. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn’t help staring at her body. She was just so sexy, and her sweet smile and tight little ass, as well as her flirtatious advances, drove him wild. He had masturbated on more than one occasion while thinking of her, imagining bending her over and taking her virginity in the barn.

Jennifer was getting turned on from all of the noticeable male attention in the pool hall and walked up to John, flashing him a mischievous grin. John noticed her approaching and felt his dick twitch in his jeans at the sight of her perfect body, her small round tits bouncing in her tight little shirt.

“Did you see that?” Jennifer asked John, plopping down next to him on the bench, still smiling. Jennifer leaned up against him, putting her hand on his arm and leaning her head up against him. John sat very still for a moment, just enjoying her being so close. He could smell her sweet cherry lotion, feel the softness of her skin against him. His dick twitched in his jeans again as it began to grow.

“Yeah, that was great.” John replied, trying to sound calm and collected. This was his sister after all. He didn’t want to let on that she was making him feel horny. Little did he know that not only was she already aware, but it was turning her on too.

“Do you maybe wanna come to the barn with me?” she said to John, giving him a little smile before starting to walk away. John jumped up from the bench and quickly began following her.

4

Jennifer was way ahead of him, and he was struggling to catch up. His mind raced, thinking about what was going to happen next. He knew that she had been flashing him little looks all evening while playing at the pool table, looks he couldn’t quite make out. He was obviously daydreaming about her perfect body, thinking about the way she looked straddling the pool table, about how her round ass cheeks jiggled a little as she jumped a bit, trying to make the perfect shot.

Jennifer was a petite 5 foot tall blonde with long, wavy hair that was so long it came halfway down her perfect asscheeks. She usually had it up in a ponytail, but tonight she had just wrapped it up quickly in a messy bun, making her look even more sexy.

John finally caught up to her, just as she was heading into the barn. “What did you want to show me in here?” he said, a little breathless, not so much from the running but more from his nerves.

“Oh, you know, nothing really.. I just wanted to tell you a little secret.” she said, turning towards him suddenly and grasping the edge of her shirt cuff along her breast, pulling it to the side slightly. She let her fingers lightly trace the outer edges of her breast, and John stood there staring, his mouth slightly open. He was dumbfounded, at a complete loss for words.

“Oh! Um, okay. Well I uh.. I’m a good secret keeper.” John said, blushing heavily, the crimson red creeping up his neck to his face.

Jennifer approached him slowly, placing one hand on his chest, lightly brushing her fingertips along his shirt for a moment, seeming to be lost in thought. She then blushed a little, pulling her hand away. “I just, um.. Do you watch me sometimes? At night?”

John immediately started blushing again, now bright red. “Oh, uh.. At night? I don’t know what you mean..” John began saying, before Jennifer interrupted him.

“It just feels so good, I just have to do it. I can’t help it.” Jennifer said to him, before sitting down on a nearby hay bale. “What do you think, John? Have you ever done it like that? Does it feel good for you too?”

John was still blushing a bright red, and managed to stammer out “Uh, no.. I mean, maybe..”

“What does it feel like? I mean, when it comes out of you?” Jennifer said to him, lightly grazing her fingertips across her breasts while John watched. John felt like his jaw was on the floor. He was feeling nervous, excited and more than a little shy. What did she mean, when it comes out?

“What do you mean?” was all John could manage to croak before he felt a lump in his throat that cut off his speech completely.

“You know, when it comes out of you, down there,” Jennifer said, pointing to John’s crotch. “Does it feel good?” she said with a little giggle.

Still blushing, John said “Oh! Uh.. well, yeah.” John was at a complete loss for words. He was shaking slightly, his hand trembling as he slowly came to the realization that Jennifer was asking him about his masturbation experiences.

Jennifer blushed a little, before saying “It feels islahiye escort bayan good for me too, but nothing comes out. It just feels like a pressure, like an intense pressure, and like something big is coming. Like I’m desperate to make it happen, you know?” as she continued lightly stroking her breasts, opening and closing her legs slightly to squeeze her thighs together. She felt a tingling in her pussy, a wetness developing between her legs.

“I know you’ve watched me before. I’ve watched you too. I saw you, on your bed. You were humping your mattress. And then it came out of you, getting all over your sheets. By the way you were shaking and breathing heavily, it looked like it must feel really good.” Jennifer said to him, squeezing her thighs together repeatedly as she remembered it, then letting her hand slowly glide across her thigh and up towards her now tingling pussy, lightly grazing her hand across it briefly before pulling away.

John blushed a deep, crimson red that completely filled his neck and face. His sister was watching him masturbate! This thought turned him on even more, and now his cock was standing at attention, ready for action. He wanted to masturbate right now. He wanted to touch it so badly. He needed the release. He couldn’t wait to get home and go straight to the bathroom to get off.

Jennifer walked towards him and said slowly, in a lusty tone “Will you show me?”

5

John froze, his mind racing, before stuttering a bit and saying “Show you… shh…shh.. show you what?”

“I want you to show me how you do it, so I can learn. I need a good teacher.” she said to John with a little wink and a grin. She had a twinkle in her eyes, and he could smell the intense lust filling the air around them. “But first, I want you to tell me what it feels like for you. Describe it to me. Will you do that? Please?” she said, batting her eyes a little and again lightly grazing one hand over her breast, the other gently and slowly sliding up her thigh towards her hot little pussy, which was now twitching and tingling with excitement.

John was still bright red, and began saying “Oh, uh…well, it feels like… it’s kinda like a pressure. Like an intense pressure, I guess.”

“Go on,” Jennifer said, getting more turned on and beginning to breathe harder. “Tell me what happens next.”

“Well,” John began, still struggling to get the words out, his dick straining to be released from his jeans. He wanted to touch it so bad, needed to cum already. “… it’s like a tingling feeling, and this intense pressure. And then it’s like a feeling of euphoria that starts in the middle of my body, it feels really good. It spreads across my whole body, up to my head and down to my toes. Then it starts to feel like a muscle spasm, and a rushing of fluids out of my body.” John was visibly shaking and sweating now, very nervous and red but very, very turned on.

“Mmm…” Jennifer said, grabbing one breast harder and moving her other hand up between her legs to rub her pussy a bit while John watched. “That’s so good. Thank you for sharing that with me, you’re a good teacher.” she said with a little smile, blushing slightly.

“What… I mean… wh.. what does it feel like? For you, I mean?” John managed to say, before losing his nerve and clamming up again, his hands shaking and his palms sweaty.

“It feels like yours,” Jennifer said, blushing brightly now, her eyes sparkling. He could tell she was very turned on and ready to go. “I feel the intense pressure too, and the tingling. I feel the euphoria and the spasms, the intense feeling of pleasure all the way down to my toes. The only difference is nothing comes out… usually.” she said, blushing even harder now.

John looked up at her and their eyes met. They stared into each others’ eyes for several moments, feeling the lust and desire burning before Jennifer walked up to him and said “Sit down here on the hay. Will you show me, pretty please? I wanna see…”

John walked over to the hay bale, his cock very visibly standing at attention, sticking straight forward, pressing hard into the front of his jeans. He sat down and quickly unbuttoned his jeans, pulling the zipper down. He hesitated for a moment, then reached in and grabbed his cock, freeing it from the front of his boxers. Jennifer’s eyes widened and she froze – she couldn’t stop staring at it. She wanted a cock inside of her so badly, and she loved what she saw.

6

“Wow,” Jennifer said, staring at his cock still. “Can you show me how you play with it?”

John was still blushing heavily, but visibly horny and definitely wanted to play with his hard cock. He was so turned on right now, he would be willing to beat off in front of his sister – he didn’t really care, as long as he got to cum, and soon.

John began playing with his hard cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and making a fist, stroking escort islahiye it up and down slowly. Jennifer watched, totally transfixed on his cock and what he was doing to it. “Mmm..” she said. “That looks like it feels so good. Do you mind if I do it with you?”

John got even more turned on at hearing her say this, and his dick twitched for attention. “Uh, y-yes, that would be good.” he said, still stroking his cock hard.

Jennifer sat down on a hay bale directly across from John and spread her legs wide so he could see how she did it. She slowly slid her hands up her thighs, moving one hand over her hot little mound. A slight moan escaped her lips.

John was staring at her, watching her enjoy her body, and was feeling the intense pressure starting to build. He started stroking faster, totally obsessed with what he was seeing. He couldn’t take his eyes off of his sister’s hot body. He needed to cum badly, but was trying to hold it in a little longer. He didn’t want this to end too soon.

Jennifer slid first one finger into her tight little pussy, then two, before slowly beginning to slide them in and out. She pushed her fingers in deeply for a moment, holding them there and saying “Oh!”.

John was about to lose his load all over his lap, but then Jennifer said “Can I see what it feels like?”

John froze for a moment, stopping the stroking and just holding on tightly to his throbbing cock, looking deeply into his sister’s eyes. “What… I mean, what do you m… mean?” He stuttered a bit as he said it, obviously flustered.

“I want to see what it feels like to touch.” Jennifer said in a lusty tone, her face blushing a bit as she said it. “I’ve always wondered, and would love to feel it. If that’s ok.”

“Oh… uh… I,” John muttered, but before he could finish, Jennifer got up and walked over to where he was sitting. She stood directly in front of him, looking down at his throbbing hard cock, twitching and straining for attention.

Jennifer got down on her knees in front of him, staring at his cock, her eyes never leaving it. She wanted to touch and feel a cock so badly, but was a little shy and couldn’t look him in the eye. She was afraid she would get too shy and lose her nerve if she did.

Jennifer reached one hand up slowly towards him, touching his cock lightly with her fingers. She gasped a bit, feeling how soft it was to the touch. It felt so firm, and she could feel its warmth, feel it throbbing beneath her fingers as she lightly traced her fingers up the shaft, to the tip.

She noticed that there was a little wetness coming out of the tip. “Oh,” she said, blushing a little. “That happens to me too… it gets kinda wet down there when I play with it.” She started blushing harder, and put her finger in his pre-cum before rubbing it all over and around the tip.

John was stiffening up his body a bit, starting to twitch his hips. He had never had a girl touch it before, and he was going absolutely wild with lust. He wanted to cum so badly, and needed that release. He started breathing heavily and shaking all over.

“Is.. is this okay?” she said, her big, beautiful eyes looking up to meet his. She was blushing bright red, her fingers still lightly touching his hard cock. He was also blushing, but stared deeply into her eyes, his heart pounding, and just nodded at her. He couldn’t speak, no matter how hard he tried. It was no use, he was totally lost in the moment.

7

“Do you.. I mean.. Do you want to see what it feels like to touch me with it?” Jennifer said to him in a breathy voice, now very turned on and excited. John just stared at her, his rock hard cock twitching a bit, as he felt an intense tingle and pressure building up between his legs.

The two were so lost in the moment, they never noticed they weren’t alone in the barn. Mike had gone to see where they went, had followed them there and had been watching the whole time. He stood behind a pile of hay bales, just out of sight. He had a pocket pussy that he had kept stashed there between two bales of hay. It was his favorite masturbation hideaway spot.

Mike had hidden in his spot when he saw them touching themselves. As he watched what unfolded before him and heard what they were saying, he became very turned on, his dick growing hard in his pants. He quickly unzipped his jeans and dropped them around his ankles, pulling on his hard cock to free it from his boxers. He stroked it a few times and put a little spit on it before pushing it into the pocket pussy.

Mike didn’t want to cum too soon – he wanted to watch and play along with them, so he stuck it all the way inside and just held very still, feeling his swollen member throbbing inside, stretching the walls of the tight little pussy. It was so hard for him to hold back. It usually didn’t take long for him to bust a nut deep in the hay.

John was still blushing, staring at Jennifer and waiting for her to tell him what he should do. His cock was hard and ready to explode, and he was pretty sure that if he touched her with it, he would cum all over in an instant.

Jennifer laid down on the barn floor on her back and began feeling her breast with one hand, rubbing her fingers over her wet little pussy with the other. “Mmm… it feels good, John.” she said, her legs trembling a bit.

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