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Jim got up from his desk and flopped noisily onto his back on his bed.

“Honey, is something wrong?”

He opened his eyes and saw his mother standing in the doorway of his room.

“It’s nothing, Mom. I’m just tired of Calculus.” Jim sat up and put his feet on the floor.

“That’s a tough subject.”

“Oh, I can handle it if I work at it. The problem is I just can’t concentrate lately.”

“Is it something I could help you with?”

Maybe if you would you suck my dick, Jim thought. “I don’t think so,” he said aloud. “I’m just… frustrated.” He didn’t really want to talk about this with his mother. But there she was. It was always just the two of them, ever since she and his father had gotten divorced when he was only a little kid.

“Frustrated how?” She sat down on the edge of bed next to him.

Jim sighed. “Well, you know…” Having gone this far, he had to blurt out something. “Here I am a freshman in college, 18 years old, and I’m still living with my mother, and I’ve never even been on a date!”

His mother gave him that sweet expression of concern that only a mother can do. “Maybe I could help,” she said hopefully. “Do you want some advice on how to ask a girl out?”

He almost laughed. Dating tips from his mom? As far as he could tell, she hadn’t even been on a date herself in years. Since the divorce, she seemed focused only on her son and her job.

“I don’t know,” he said. “To be honest, I don’t really care about going on dates and all that stuff. The real problem is…” He looked at the floor. “I’m just so horny all the time. I can’t stop thinking about sex.”

“Oh. And that’s why you can’t concentrate on your school work?”

“Uh huh.”

“Have you tried… you know? Taking care of it yourself?”

“Sure, I mean, of course.” There was no backing out of this awkward conversation now. “But it’s not enough. I can’t stop thinking about real sex. With a real woman.”

“Well…” She moved closer to him on the edge of the bed, her hip touching his. “Maybe I could help you with that.”

Jim looked up. His mother had a kind of mischievous, but nervous, smile on her face. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Help how?”

She took a deep breath. “Would you like me to suck you off?”

She was still wearing that half-smile. Maybe so that if he reacted badly, she could pass it off as a joke. But her tone had been serious. Jim felt his dick beginning to swell.

“Just to relieve the frustration, honey,” she said, almost apologetically. When he still didn’t say anything, she went on, softly, “You could close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else. Someone closer to your own age.”

“No, Mom, I… I wouldn’t have to do that.” Jim’s mother was only in her early forties, after all. He’d jerked off to MILF porn of women at least that old. He’d even fantasized a little bit about his mother, a few times, but he’d always chickened out and switched to someone else before he got too far into it.

“I can see you’re warming up to the idea,” his mother said, eyeing the growing bulge in his shorts. “I think we’d better take care of that, it looks pretty uncomfortable.”

Jim reached for his dick and repositioned it. “Thanks, Mom. I’d love for you to suck me.”

“You would? Oh, good!” she exclaimed. She stood up, gently pulled the waistband of his shorts down, and lightly grasped his hard dick. “But we need to get undressed first. I never could stand to, um, have sex with clothes on.”

Jim quickly stripped off all his clothes, while his mother got down to her bra and panties. He leaned back on the bed, his eyes locked on her full, curvaceous body as she stood in front of him, unhooking her bra. As she removed it, her heavy, round tits swung deliciously into view.

“Gosh, Mom, you look fantastic,” Jim said, lightly stroking his erect cock. She looked down modestly and pulled off her panties. The soft hair on her pubic mound was light enough to give him a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy lips before she knelt in front of him at the end of the bed.

“Now, just relax and enjoy it,” she said, taking the head of his dick into her warm mouth.

If he leaned forward, he could get a slight view of her tits. He wished he’d had more time to look at them, fondle them, suck on her erect nipples. But now that he and his mother had gotten past the difficult part and agreed to do this, they both felt they should get on with it quickly, before they had a chance for any second thoughts.

Jim closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensation of his mother’s soft lips stroking slowly up and down his dick. She stopped sucking to stick out her tongue and lick the head, and while he watched she glanced up shyly into his eyes. “Is that good, honey?” she asked.

“Oh, it’s wonderful, Mom.” She smiled and resumed sucking. Soon he could feel his orgasm building.

“I’m gonna come, Mom!” he gasped. She kept sucking. Jim felt a gusher of hot cum erupt through his dick and into his mother’s mouth. She swallowed it all and kept sucking. When the flow subsided, kahramanmaraş escort she took his dick out of her mouth, squeezed one final drop from the tip, licked it off with her wet pink tongue, and smiled up at him. Jim sighed. “That was great, Mom. That was amazing.”

“I’m so glad,” she said, standing up. She seemed a bit flustered. “It was fun for me, too. Well, I’d better run along now and let you get cleaned up.” She left the room, went into her bedroom, and closed the door.

Jim sat there in a daze for a few moments, feeling as if what had just happened might not be real. He got up slowly and went into the bathroom to clean himself off with a towel. Then he lay back down on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

This is not helping me concentrate on my studies, Jim thought. All he could think about was his mother’s beautiful, naked body, and all the things he wanted to do with her.

Why had she left the room so abruptly? Was she regretting what they had done? I’d better go check on her, Jim thought.

Jim stood outside the closed door of his mother’s bedroom and listened. He couldn’t hear anything. Very slowly, he turned the doorknob and opened the door just a crack. Now he could hear her breathing heavily. Was she crying? Or masturbating? Jim heard a moan and a long sigh. Sounds more like masturbating. But what if she’s crying? He stepped into the room.

His mother was naked on the bed, lying on her back, with the sheets just up to her knees. She pulled her hand away from her pussy when she saw him. “I’m sorry to barge in, Mom,” said Jim, “but — I just wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

“Oh! I’m fine, honey.” He started to turn away. “Wait,” she said. “Come and lie down beside me.”

Jim lay down on his side on the bed, facing his mother, and tentatively put an arm around her waist. He watched her soft breasts rise and fall with her breathing.

“You’re not sorry we did it, are you?” she asked.

“No, Mom! It was wonderful!”

“You don’t think I’m just a perverted old lady?”

“Of course not! I love you, Mom.” He put his head on her shoulder.

“I love you too.”

They lay together in silence for a while.

“Mom?” said Jim. “Can I do anything for you? I mean… Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

She chuckled. “Not now, honey.”

He thought that over. “Maybe next time?” Jim asked.

“Mmmm. Yes. Maybe next time.”

***

“Jim, honey?”

Jim looked up from his desk, where he had been pretending to work on a paper for his English Lit course. Instead, he’d been doing what he had done all day in class: Think about his mother’s gorgeous body. “Come on in, Mom,” Jim said.

She came into his room and sat on the edge of the bed. “Do you still feel… all right about yesterday?” she asked a bit nervously.

“Of course, Mom. Do you?”

“Yes.” She gave him a warm smile. “Do you still want to do more?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good. There are just a couple things we should talk about first. Was yesterday really your first sexual experience? I mean, with another person?”

“It’s true, Mom.”

“And it’s been years since I’ve had sex with anyone, um, whose sexual history I’m not sure about.”

Jim was mystified by that. As far as he could tell, it had been years since she’d had sex with anyone at all. Except for yesterday.

“So I don’t see any need for us to use condoms,” his mother continued. “Now, even for a woman my age, there’s a chance of becoming pregnant. But I’m on the pill, so we don’t have to worry about that.”

Wow, Jim thought. She’s going to let me fuck her pussy! Or at least, she hasn’t ruled it out.

“So…” his mother gave him a flirty look. “Do you want to have some fun right now?”

“Yes, please!”

“All right, give me a few minutes to get ready and then come to my room.” She got up to leave. “Don’t forget to undress first.”

Jim took off his clothes and watched the clock for three minutes. He tried not to get too excited because he thought he would look silly walking into the room with a huge hard-on. When he entered his mother’s bedroom, she was seated, naked, on the edge of the big double bed. His semihard dick immediately sprang to attention.

“Oh, Mom, you look so sexy. I didn’t really get a chance to look at you yesterday.” Jim couldn’t stop staring at her full, round, heavy breasts. She lowered her gaze shyly. He came closer and knelt in front of her. “Can I feel your boobs, Mom? Please? They look so amazing.”

Jim’s mother smiled and patted the space on the bed next to her. “Sit here and give me a kiss first.”

He sat down and kissed his mother awkwardly on the lips. She rested her hand on the back of his head and kissed him gently, guiding him by her example. Finally she leaned back and said, “We’ll practice some more later. Now, lie down on your back.”

He did as he was told and his mother straddled him, leaning over him and placing his hands on her swaying tits. “Oh, Mom. They’re so kahramanmaraş escort bayan soft,” Jim sighed as he caressed and squeezed them.

“Suck my nipples,” she whispered as she lowered her breasts to his mouth. Jim sucked one breast into his mouth and teased the firm nipple with his tongue. His mother began to sigh and moan. He ran his hand down his mother’s back to grope her ass cheeks. “Oh honey, that feels so good,” she cooed. “Suck your mommy’s titties.”

Jim was amazed at how turned on he was by hearing her say “mommy.” That was the moment he realized that he truly had a mother fetish. This wasn’t just a beautiful, sensuous woman who wanted to have sex with him, who happened to be his mother. This was the one woman in the world who most wanted to nurture him and give him pleasure. And he wanted to give her pleasure too.

She began rubbing her pussy mound against his hard dick. He could have shot his load right then, but he held back. Finally she pulled her breast from his mouth and kissed him hard.

“Do you want to lick my pussy?” she asked softly as she gazed down at his face. Jim nodded.

She got off him, flipped onto her back, and spread her legs wide. Jim lost no time lying down between her legs and lowering his head to her pussy. Of course he had seen plenty of close-ups in porn, but this was his first real look at those warm pink folds, his first experience of the intoxicating musky aroma.

“It’s beautiful, Mom.”

She reached down and spread her lips open for him. “You see my clit, honey?” she asked, pointing to the little pink nub.

“Yes, Mom.”

“Okay. Now start licking, gently. Go up and down over it, and around and around it and back forth across it. Don’t do any one thing for too long.”

Jim began licking. The flavor of his mother’s pussy was unlike anything he’d ever tasted before. He only knew he wanted more of it.

“A little slower, honey. Yes, that’s it. Mmmm, right there.”

Jim glanced up across his mother’s stomach, to see her kneading her tits and squeezing and pulling at her stiff pink nipples.

“Keep licking me, baby. Lick my little clitty. Oh God, yes. I’m going to come, honey. I’m coming, I’m coming!” Her hips jerked under his tongue while she moaned. “Hold on, baby. Just hold your tongue still, right on my clit.”

She rested a moment, then began slowly moving under his tongue. “Now start licking me again, honey. Long, slow strokes. Oh, yes. Lick my pussy. That’s it. I’m going to come again! Oh, yes, yes, I’m coming!”

He held still again while she spasmed. Finally she sighed and smiled down at him. “Would you like to fuck me now, honey?”

“I want it more than anything, Mom!”

“Good. I’ll guide you. Just go in slowly at first.”

He sat up and pulled his hips up closer to hers. His dick seemed harder and longer than it had ever been before. His mother reached down and gently positioned his dick. Once the head was inside her, he leaned forward over her and very slowly pushed in the rest of the way. It was an incredibly warm, slippery feeling, like every sensitive nerve on the surface of his cock was being caressed from all sides at once. When he was in as far as he could go, he leaned back again to look. It was amazing to see his dick buried all the way out of sight, deep inside his mother’s body. He could feel his dick throbbing and straining, as if trying to reach even deeper inside her.

“Oh God, honey, you feel so big in there,” his mother moaned. “Start stroking. In and out, slow at first, but then you can go faster.”

Jim knew he wouldn’t last long. He leaned on his arms over his mother again and started stroking, as slowly as he could, savoring the sensations of her warm, wet pussy gripping his dick as it slid in and out of her.

“That’s good, honey. Fuck me. Fuck me with your hard dick. Oh, yes, it feels so good!” He went faster. “Yes, baby! Fuck your mommy’s pussy! Fill me with your cum!” That started the flood. His cum seemed to flow in almost a continuous stream into her hot pussy, in wave after wave of ecstasy.

He collapsed on top of her. Their mouths sought each other out for a long, deep kiss.

A few drops of cum were still oozing from his dick and her pussy as they lay together, his head on her shoulder.

“Did you come again while we were fucking, Mom?”

“Not exactly. But it still felt great. Kind of like a long, slow, mild orgasm that just keeps going.”

“Wow.” He nuzzled her neck. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too.”

They pulled up the covers and lay in silence for a while.

“Honey?” she said. “Will you sleep in here with me tonight?”

“Sure, Mom.”

Another satisfied silence.

“Honey? Will you sleep in here with me every night from now on?”

He kissed her neck. “Sure, Mom. I’d love that.”

***

It was Sunday morning, which Jim and his mother had agreed to set aside for uninterrupted mother-and-son time. They could spend the whole morning in bed, cuddling escort kahramanmaraş and having sex.

“Do you want to try it with me on top?” his mother asked.

“That’d be great. That way I can suck on your nipples while you ride me.”

“You read my mind,” she said happily, and rolled to one side to take something from the drawer of her nightstand. “I won’t always be as wet as I was last time, after you were licking my pussy. We’ll need to use some lube. Okay?” She held up the bottle for him to see.

“Sure, Mom.” It was the same kind of lube he used for jerking off. He’d starting buying that brand because he’d once snooped in her drawer and found it there, along with a dildo tucked discreetly away at the back, under a towel.

“Let’s try it out.” She propped herself up on one elbow, giving him a great view of her jiggling tits, drizzled some lube on his dick, and began gently stroking it. He was hard in seconds. “Mmmm, you’re rarin’ to go, aren’t you?” She moved one lubed hand to her pussy and began rubbing in circles, dipping a finger in and out of her opening.

“Please, Mom. Don’t make me wait.”

“Okay.” She got up and straddled him, holding his erect cock straight up with one hand, positioning her pussy over it, and spreading her swollen pussy lips with her other hand. She looked into his eyes. “Here we go.” She looked down again to watch as she slowly lowered her hips, impaling herself on his hard dick, sliding down gradually until she rested on him, his dick buried inside her.

“Oh, Mom. That feels so good.” He reached up for her tits as they swayed above his face. She leaned down on her arms so he could squeeze her tits and suck a nipple into his mouth.

“Yes, baby, suck my titties.” She began moving her pussy up and down on his cock. “Honey, can you reach my clit? Can you rub my clit for me?” He worked one hand in between them, got some lube on his finger, found the little bulge of her clit, and began gently stroking it.

“Oooh, yes. Just like that. Keep going, honey.” Her pussy gripped his cock tighter as she continued fucking him with slow strokes. He kept licking and sucking her nipples and rubbing her clit. “Oh honey, I’m going to come,” she moaned. “Make your mommy come, baby. I’m coming, I’m coming…” She fucked him slowly as she savored her orgasm. “That’s good, baby. Take your hand away from my clit now.” She began to bounce up and down on his shaft, sitting up a little so he could watch her heavy tits slapping rhythmically against her chest.

“I’m coming!” Jim panted, and pumped his cum into her gripping pussy. She leaned down and covered his mouth with hers, tongue-kissing him as the last of his cum flowed into her.

“Mmmm, that was great,” his mother said, climbing off of him and scooting down to take his dick in her mouth. She licked him clean while he groaned with pleasure.

Then they snuggled together, resting and enjoying the warm softness of each other’s naked bodies.

“Honey?” said Jim’s mother. “Before that first time, when we did it in your room… Did you ever fantasize about having sex with me?”

“Well, just a little bit, Mom,” he admitted. “A few times.”

“Really?” She leaned back on her pillow. “I fantasized about you, too.”

“You did? When?”

“About a week before we did it.” She turned towards him with a smile. “I kept thinking you were grown up now, and wondering what it would be like to make love with you. But I decided I should put that out of my mind.”

“I’m glad it didn’t stay out.”

“Me too,” she grinned.

“Hey Mom, since we’ve got lots of time…”

“You’re horny again, huh? Did you have something particular in mind?”

“Can we do it with you on top again, only with you facing the other way? Just because… well, I really haven’t had a chance to get a good look at your ass yet.”

She laughed a little, but said, “Sure, honey. Sounds like fun.” She took his dick into her mouth and sucked him slowly until he was fully hard again. Then she got up on the bed, facing away from him, and squatted over his dick. “Like this?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

“That’s great, Mom.” He admired the wide curve of her hips. She slipped his dick into her. Her pussy was still slippery and wet with a warm mixture of lube and cum from their previous fuck.

She leaned down until she was doubled over, and began fucking him. Now all he could see of her was her beautiful round ass cheeks bouncing up and down on his dick, her pussy lips stretched around it on the upstroke, and her adorable little butthole.

“Oh Mom, that’s so fantastic. Don’t stop.” He started humping his hips up from the mattress, matching her strokes and driving his dick deeper into her.

“Oh yes. Oh yes. Come for me, baby,” his mother panted. “Come inside your mommy!”

“I’m coming, Mom, I’m coming!” His second orgasm of the morning was shorter but more intense, shooting yet more cum into his mother’s already sopping wet pussy. She kept bobbing until he was spent, then lifted her ass slowly off him as cum and lube leaked out all around his dick. Finally she got up and turned back around to kiss and cuddle with him.

“Well? Did you enjoy the view?”

“It was amazing, Mom. You’re so gorgeous.”

“Thanks, honey.”

Even in his satisfied state, Jim couldn’t stop thinking about his mother’s ass. It was definitely something he wanted to see more of.

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After mom took my virginity — I still get aroused when thinking about it — it was back to normality. My new normal, at least it was that back then. Mom and I enjoyed our morning ritual were she unlocked me to clean myself up while teasing the shit out of me, making my dick rock hard. But jerking off my huge boner, no, no. I am not allowed to do that. But I loved watching her playing with her tits, showing off her pussy or sometimes even fucking herself with a dildo while I had my five to ten minutes of unlocked freedom beneath a hot stream of water.

When the time was over, she got out the ice to make me limb again. It always was a very frustrating moment for me. Every damn fucking morning. But it has to be done. And I got used to it. She just has to lock me up. It is better for me. Better for her. Better for our relationship. Better for everyone.

Despite me being locked up, everything else was totally normal in my life: I had to go to work, I was hanging out with friends, I did a lot of sports to drive the sinful horny thoughts out of my head and I was fantasizing a lot about women. One women to be honest with you. About how my mom will fuck me again. It always ended up with a wet spot on my underwear.

Three weeks passed by without any sexual relieve for me. I got really horny. Damn fucking horny. It got difficult for me to sleep. Despite the exhausting workouts I did nearly every day. Horny just kept me awake. I told mom a bout it. She hugged me. Kissed me on my cheek in a very motherly way. Told me that this was normal and that it will go away. And she complimented me on my more trained body. The last one made me smile.

But mom being close to me, touching me, resulted in a wet spot on my training pants. Her scent in my nose nearly turned me insane. She smelled so good. When she saw the wet spot appearing on my pants, she smiled at it. She called me a good boy.

Another güneyşehir escort week or two passed by, and my horny level reached a new high. I was desperate. Desperate for some relief. Nothing was working to distract me anymore. I was a horny mess. So I came up with the great idea to steal some fruit from the kitchen and fuck me up the ass with it. Fuck, it felt good. It felt awesome. It made me go wild. I came from anal only every time. I involuntary moaned out loud a couple of times. Mom heard that. She came in my room. She caught me in the act. She was really mad at me.

Mad because I was wasting food. Mad because I was relieving myself without daring to ask for her permission. I betrayed her trust. She gave me a hell of speech. How disappointed she was. That she will kick me out off home. How sad she was that I betrayed her after all she had done for me.

I was on my knees. In front of her. With a banana still up my ass. Begging her for mercy. Begging for her forgiveness. I even had tears in my eyes. I was begging for about half an hour when she finally accepted my excuse. But it came with one condition: From now on I wasn’t allowed to close any door behind me — well except the toilet door, that single small room, with the toilet in it, that we Europeans love to use to take a piss or a dump. Civilized people don’t do that next to their shower.

But I am drifting off. All together you can say that I lost my right for privacy. I gladly accepted. In the end she hugged me. Kissed me. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

So it was back to every day life again. I got used to the open door policy pretty fast, because I wasn’t doing anything that I needed privacy for anymore: I stopped jerking off. I stopped watching porn. Mom was with me in the bathroom anyways every morning. It got part of my new normal.

But something else changed too back then. It was a very welcome güneyşehir escort bayan change: Mom and dad stopped closing their bedroom door. So when they had sex, it was easy for me to watch. And watching I went a lot. As soon as I heard mom moaning, I was over, standing in the door to their room, enjoying the view of my own parents fucking the shit out of each other. Always with a wet spot on my underwear. And with saliva dripping out of my mouth. How I wished to be able to join them in. But it would take some time until that day.

Again, a month went by. I behaved. I didn’t violate any of the rules I had to follow. I was a good boy. And me behaving made mom really, really proud. She told me that back then. It made me blush a little. And she also promised me a reward for the next day. I couldn’t sleep because of how excited I was. Fantasizing about her fucking me again kept me up all night long.

But she didn’t fuck me. Our morning ritual went the usual way. She only took me out on a shopping trip afterwards. We went to the local sex shop. Mom knew everyone there. From the employees to the customers. She introduced me to all of them. Always mentioning that she locked me up. That I was her good boy. I was nothing but embarrassed all the time. I wished that I was able to vanish into thin air.

Then she asked one of the employees about anal dildos and chastity cages for me, her son. Their dildo selection was huge. Mom allowed me to chose one. I took a black one. About the size that my rock hard dick once was. Then it was time to buy me some new, some smaller cage. They had a lot of models. In the end we ended up buying another metal one.

Back at home we put on my new cage. It fitted. A perfect fit. Mom smiled at my caged cock. Then she handed me over my new toy and some lube. Enjoy yourself. But clean your toy and bring it back to me after you are done. A huge smile appeared escort güneyşehir on my face. I hugged her, kissed her on the cheek: “Thank you mom, I love you.”

At first I went to clean out my dirty hole. I learned how to do it in a proper way by watching online tutorials. And I had practice, the fruit incidents. Then I went to my room. Placed a huge towel on my bed, got undressed and jumped onto my bed. With lube in one hand and my dildo in the other one. And no, no porn, just me and my toy.

At first I lubed up one of my fingers. I gently slid him up my ass. To prepare my hole for the much bigger toy. I moaned out loud while I finger fucked myself. My dick was dripping pre-cum. I caught it with my fingers and sucked them clean. And I drew the attention of mom and dad pretty fast. They heard my moaning. They were standing in the door frame. Enjoying watching their son playing with himself. They kissed, held hands and took some pictures: Selfies of them, pictures of me to share. Yes, they asked me if they can share them. I said okay, but blur my face out.

After my hole got used to the penetration, after it had opened up, it was time to bring in the bigger gun: My black dildo. I drowned that thing in lube. Then I slid it in. My eyes were turning backwards. A moan came out of my throat. My dick was spitting pre-cum. I was in heaven. I began to drift off to elsewhere.

I fucked myself gently in the beginning. Slowly in, slowly out, never fully out. It felt better with every thrust. My moaning probably got louder too. My thrusts got harder. And faster. Tension was building up inside my body. My limp, caged dick began to itch. Some inner heat filled up my body. And then, boom. An orgasm went off. My body trembled under it. My legs began to twitch. My balls emptied themselves. My whole body relaxed, exhausted. I collapsed for some time. Mom and dad applauded me.

After I finished off, after I regained myself, after I cleaned myself and my toy, mom and dad hugged me. They told me that it was one of the hottest things they had ever seen. They told me that they are more than just proud of me. Then I handed mom my toy, thanked her for allowing me to relieve myself and we all went on with our lives. Back into our daily routine. For a week, maybe two, then things got even more interesting.

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Mother and Daughter’s Naughty Session

Group Session 1 with Jill and Mercedes Daniels

“Mercedes, honey, please, strip naked,” Jill Daniels cajoled her daughter. The older woman, a sexy MILF with curly-brown hair and large breast, was already naked. She had her thighs pressed tight together like she was hiding her pussy, but she seemed open about the rest of her nudity. Her breasts jiggled as she smiled at her daughter. “We’re here to help each other and mend our relationship.”

“I’m here because you made me come,” said Mercedes, the girl glaring at me. She folded her arms, her nose ring glinting. Her short, black hair almost bristled. “You’re supposed to be my ally, Dr. Elliston.”

“I am your ally,” I said. “Now, please, Mercedes, strip naked. It’s time for you and your mother to come together and get past your issue.”

“Strip naked,” muttered Mercedes. “Fine. I’ll strip naked. She can look at my body and see how much better it is.”

“I’m not jealous of you,” Jill said.

Mercedes pulled off the tight, baby doll t-shirt. Her black hair swayed as she threw it to the ground, her round breasts jiggling in the red bra she wore. It was wild and racy and hooked in the front. She unfastened it.

“That’s a fun bra,” Jill said, giving her daughter a hopeful smile.

“It’s more than fun,” muttered Mercedes. I had a feeling I knew whom she’d bought it for. She dropped it on her t-shirt as she went for her skinny jeans. She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans. They hugged her, the material stretchy. She wiggled it down, her panties a red thong with lace around the gusset dipping down between her thighs. Then she shoved down her thong and peeled it down, exposing her shaved pussy.

Jill let out a relieved sigh.

“What?” Mercedes demanded, glaring at her mother. “Huh?” She stepped out of her panties and faced her mother naked, thong gripped in her hand.

“I just was afraid you had other parts pierced,” said Jill. “I’ve read that it can be risky to pierce your clitoris or labia.”

“If I get my clit pierced, it’s my business,” Mercedes hissed.

“Okay, okay,” I said, taking the thong from Mercedes, my own round breasts swaying. “We’re all naked. Exposed. I want you to look at each other and see that you are both women. The same.”

“I’m hotter and younger and tighter,” muttered Mercedes.

“Mmm, but your mother was just like you once,” I said. “Hot and young and tight. And now she’s matured into this sexy beauty. It’s good for you to see, Mercedes. In two decades, you’ll be looking like this. Hot and sexy, a MILF with your own children. You’re both women, Mercedes. Women with passion. Now, did you do your exercise?”

“She won’t talk to me,” Jill said. “I wanted to tell her about her brother and me, and to hear about her and her father, but she just hissed at me all weekend.”

“He’s mine!” hissed Mercedes.

“Oh, honey,” Jill sighed. She shook her head.

“I let Daddy fuck my asshole,” Mercedes declared, throwing her words in her mother’s face. The girl took a step closer. Her round breasts bounced. “I gave it to him willingly. He fucked me up the ass with my vibrator buzzing away in my pussy. That’s how much he’s mine.”

Jill smiled and said, “That’s fun. I like doing that with your father. He enjoys thrusting toys in my pussy while fucking my asshole. I have this one vibrator whose tip rotates. It’s incredible to feel in me when your father’s sodomizing me.”

Mercedes’s jaw dropped.

“Oh, you make it sound like I’ve never even sucked his cock,” continued Jill. “Like we only did the missionary position. Have you ever sucked his cock after he fucked your ass and tasted it.”

“What?” Mercedes gasped.

“Oh, honey, you have so much to learn.”

Mercedes sucked in a deep breath. “Doesn’t matter. He still loves me. He snuck into my bed last night. While you thought he was…”

* * *

Mercedes Daniels story…

My bedroom door creaked open. I sat up in my bed, the covers falling off my naked body. My round breasts swayed as Daddy closed the door softly behind him. My heart beat fast. I wasn’t sure if he would be able to come tonight.

“Shhh,” he said, his finger to his lips. “Your mother’s about to take a shower.”

Footsteps padded down the hall. I shuddered, realizing Mom was just outside the door. She had no idea that Dad was in here, peeling off his t-shirt. I kicked off the covers, my thighs flashing. My heart pounded in my chest. This was so naughty to do it while that bitch was in the house. To steal her husband from her and make Daddy mine.

My pussy clenched. This heat surged through me. My breasts jiggled from side to side as I watched him strip. My brother’s bedroom door opened. I heard Mom saying something to Doug. Then he answered her.

Daddy’s jeans came down, his cock stretching the front of his boxers. I licked my lips, hungry for it. He unveiled his cock. It thrust out hard before him. He made me with that dick. I loved genç gaziantep escort it. My pussy grew hot. Juices leaked out of my eighteen-year-old depths, eager for him to be in me.

Mom said one last thing to Doug before she padded back down the hallway. I shuddered as Daddy approached me. Music came from my brother’s room as the bathroom door creaked open. I trembled, knowing that if we weren’t quiet, we’d be caught.

Daddy’s strong hands cupped my chin as the shower hissed on. Mom would have no idea that Daddy was in here making love to me. His whiskers rubbed on my mouth as he kissed me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth.

He swirled his tongue inside of my mouth. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. This wonderful heat surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest as he pressed me down onto the bed. He mounted me.

I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted to revel with him, but my thighs spread wide, knowing we had no time for foreplay. My pussy leaked juices, running down to my rump and soaking my ass. My breasts jiggled as he pushed me down on my bed. His cock nudged into my inner thigh as he leaned over me.

My bed creaked.

It was such a loud sound. Such a naughty one. I whimpered, my tongue dancing with his. My brother’s music drifted through his bedroom wall. I bet he was in there jerking it off to porn, hiding the activity with his obnoxious rock music.

Probably spanking his cock to some hot, young thing like me. Mom may have fucked him, but he couldn’t have enjoyed it. She was old. Not young and hot and tight like me. My hand grabbed Daddy’s cock and pulled him to my cunt.

I shuddered as I pressed this thick dick into my twat. I whimpered as I rubbed him up and down. I nudged my clit. Pleasure burst through me. My toes curled. My heart pounded in my chest. He pressed it into my cunt and rammed it into my twat.

I whimpered into Daddy’s mouth.

He entered me.

He was in me. It was incredible to feel Daddy’s dick in me. I slid my legs around his waist. My bedsprings creaked as he drove into me. His balls smacked into my taint. My arms went around his torso, pulling him tight. My breasts rubbed into his strong chest.

Daddy broke the kiss and groaned, “Mercedes. Shit.”

“I know,” I whimpered, trying to keep it down. It was hard with his cock pumping away into my cunt. He slammed his cock hard and deep into me. My clit throbbed, drinking in the pleasure of his cock.

His shaft plundered hard and fast into my cunt. He churned me up. We couldn’t take much time. It had to be a fast and hot delight. My body writhed beneath my daddy. My hips wiggled, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. The pleasure flowed through me. This hot rapture surged through my body.

It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. This wonderful pleasure danced through me. I squeezed around his cock. His dick plowed into me. My nipples throbbed. I rubbed my nose against him as he plowed into me hard.

“Oh, Daddy,” I whimpered, fighting against this wonderful delight. “Fuck me, Daddy! Love my pussy!”

“Such a delightful pussy!” he growled.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, squeezing around his dick. The pleasure surged through me. The ecstasy built inside of me. My clit sparked with delight. “You’re going to cum in me. You’re going to go back to her bed with my pussy cream on your dick and your balls emptied by my hot cunt!”

“Shit, Mercedes!”

He thrust harder. My bedsprings creaked louder. I whimpered, my fingernails clawing his back as the pleasure surged through my body. My cunt gripped him. The silky friction rippled through my body. I gasped and moaned. I bucked into his thrusts. This delicious pleasure surged through my body.

It was amazing. A treat to enjoy. The pleasure hammered through me. This wild delight that swept through my body. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy down on his dick. I couldn’t take much more. It was so hot fucking him beneath my mother’s nose.

She was taking a shower while daddy fucked me hard. He loved me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed in Daddy’s ear, his whiskered cheek rubbing on mine. “Cum in my pussy. I want your jizz leaking out of me all night long. Just pooling in my twat. This is amazing. Fuck me.”

My clit ached and throbbed. The pleasure surged through my body. I whimpered. My nipples rubbed into his chest. My pussy clenched about his dick. It was such a treat. He buried hard. Fast. My orgasm swelled faster and faster.

His dick hammered me. His balls smacked into my taint. That heavy smack of his nuts echoed through my room. I whimpered, my toes curling. He was driving me to that orgasm. I wanted it to last longer, but Mom could finish her shower at any moment.

This was so hot. So naughty. She had no idea I had Daddy’s cock in me right now. It was amazing. I humped against him and gasped as my orgasm exploded through me. My pussy convulsed around that thick dick plundering me.

“Daddy!”

Pleasure gaziantep genç escort rushed through me. Rapture slammed into my mind. Incestuous bliss rushed out of my body. This amazing delight flooded through me. I squealed as the pleasure danced through my body. It was incredible. I bucked and shuddered on the bed. The pleasure burned through my flesh. I whimpered, my cunt writhing around his cock.

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” I moaned. “Cum in me.”

“Mercedes,” he growled, his arms hugging me to his torso. He pulled me tight as he rammed his dick into me. “Shit!”

His cum erupted into my convulsing pussy. I clamped my jaw shut to keep from howling out in rapture. Waves of explosive rapture slammed into my mind. Stars burst before my eyes. My cunt writhed and spasmed around his dick erupting in me.

I milked him. He grunted, his arms tightening around me. I loved being in his strong embrace. I kissed and sucked at his neck as I whimpered through my orgasm. Stars burst across my eyes. His cum fired into me. A final spurt of jizz that left me dizzy.

“Oh, Daddy, that was amazing,” I moaned. “I want you to stay in here. I don’t want you to leave.”

“I can’t,” he panted as he relaxed his hold on you. “If your mother finds out, she’ll kill me.”

I wanted to tell him that she already knew. I was supposed to tell her all about Daddy and me, but I didn’t want her to know. I didn’t want to hear about her taking advantage of my older brother. I couldn’t believe Doug fucked her and never once hit on me.

I was his hot and sexy sister. He wasn’t Daddy, still a boy, but he was cute. If he should be lusting after a family member, it should be me. Not that old hag. I kissed Daddy hard, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I savored him for as long as I could.

Soon, he’d have to leave.

* * *

Group Session 1 with Jill and Mercedes Daniels

“See, he loves me,” Mercedes said, tossing her head. Reconciling mother and daughter was not going as well as I’d hoped, but it wasn’t surprising. Mercedes was stubborn. “He doesn’t need you at all.”

“Oh, honey, I suggested that he have a talk with you,” Jill told her daughter. “His eyes lit up. I gave him an excuse to go have sex with you while letting him know I was about to take a shower. So while he was loving you, your brother was fucking my ass in the shower.”

Mercedes jaw dropped.

“Mmm, thanks for distracting your father for me,” Jill said. “I had a lot of fun. Doug…”

* * *

Jill Daniel’s Story

My son had this eager look as he slipped into the bathroom. His music played, covering the sounds of his movement. I knew my husband was in there with Mercedes. It was hard to feel jealous of my daughter when I set it up to enjoy Doug’s cock. I was addicted to my son. He was my husband but young and virile.

Doug closed the bathroom door, the shower hissing, steam boiling out of it. It spilled around my naked body as he pulled off his shirt and shoved down his shorts. I shuddered at the sight of his young, strong body. Pure lust for my son surged through me.

The same lust my husband felt for our daughter. I bet he saw her as a younger version of me, a chance to relive those heady days when we were young and dumb, youths fucking each other’s brains out.

Pussy juices soaked my bush.

“Mmm, we don’t have much time,” I said, tossing him a bottle of lube. “Lather up and come enjoy Mommy’s asshole.”

Doug grinned at me, his brown eyes gleaming. His young body quivered. Twenty and rock-hard. He had the sides of his head buzzed short, called a fade, and a flattop. His hair was brown like mine, not black like my husband. Other than that, they could be brothers.

I slipped into the shower, my asshole aching. I wanted to do something kinky and wild. I loved anal. My husband and I did it all the time. I wanted to feel how good my son would be fucking my asshole. The shower sprayed on my large tits, massaging my aching nipples. My breasts swayed from side to side, water running down my body.

I savored the warmth raining on my tits as I waited. It soaked me. It rippled down my stomach, and drenched my bush before running over my pussy lips. I watched my son lubing his thick cock. He pumped up and down his hard cock. He coated his cock, making it gleam.

My asshole ached.

He set it down and stepped into the shower. His cock bobbed as he slid the glass door shut. He groaned as I wiggled my ass at him. He grabbed my butt-cheeks, kneading my plump rear. I loved his powerful touch.

“Fuck, Mom, you are so hot,” he groaned.

I smiled. It made me feel so womanly that my son thought I was hot.

His strong hand pried my left butt-cheek apart. He pressed his cock into my crack. I gasped as she slid it down to my asshole. He nudged into my sphincter. My eyes fluttered. I whimpered. My heart pounded fast and hard. His lubed cock pushed against me.

I gasped as my anal ring gaziantep genç escort bayan surrendered to my son. That amazing moment happened. That wonderful sensation when my sphincter parted and allowed his cock to pop in. That first inch always sent a hot shudder through me. My cunt clenched as he slipped deeper and deeper into my bowels.

He slid his left hand up my body to cup my breast. He squeezed it, the water pelting my nipples. I whimpered as more and more of his lubed dick entered me. His bush rubbed into my rump as he bottomed out in me. I shuddered.

“Doug!” I moaned. “Oh, Mommy needs this so much. Fuck Mommy hard.”

“Oh, yes,” he groaned. “I’ll pound you. I’ll make you cum, Mom.”

“Such a good son! Mommy loves you!”

My bowels squeezed down around his dick plunging into me. I shuddered, both his hands now squeezing my tits. His cock hammered me. His crotch smacked into my rump. He buried into me. He fucked me hard and fast.

It was incredible. That velvety heat melted down to my pussy. My cunt drank it in as my son hammered me with his youthful passion. He cupped my tits. He squeezed my breasts. His fingers dug into my tits. His strong grip held me tight. It was such a wonderful thing to enjoy. Just the best thing in the world.

I gasped as he pinched my nipples. He squeezed my nubs. He twisted them, my bowels clenching down around his cock. I whimpered, my back arching as he drove his cock deep and hard into me. It was an amazing delight to have him plundering me. He fucked me hard and fast. He pounded me.

“Mom!” he groaned. “Damn, your ass is tight.”

“First time?” she asked. “Mmm, those girls don’t know what they’re missing out on. Anal is amazing. Yes, yes, fuck Mommy’s asshole!”

He pounded me hard and fast. He rammed his cock into my sphincter. He buried deep into my flesh. He filled me. It was an incredible delight. An absolute treat for me to enjoy. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

His crotch smacked into me. I gasped, my arms flexing and bending, absorbing the impacts of his balls. The pleasure surged through me. It was a wonderful treat that burned through my body. I gasped, my heart pounding in my chest.

This was amazing. My orgasm built faster and faster. He twisted my nipples. I groaned, my bowels squeezing around his dick. He buried into me. He plowed hard into my depths. The heat built in my cunt. It swelled.

“Mom!” he groaned.

“Are you going to cum in Mommy’s asshole?” I whimpered. “Are you going to fill Mommy’s asshole with all that yummy cum.”

“Yes!” he groaned.

He plowed deep into me. Hard. He thrust to the hilt in my ass. My eyes fluttered as the heat surged through me. A wild delight rushed through me. An amazing treat to enjoy. A passion that had my heart pounding in my chest.

“Do it!” I moaned. “Thrust your dick into my asshole hard! Make Mommy cum on that big dick!”

He twisted both my nipples, then he did something wonderful. His right hand darted down my belly. His fingers slid with the water running down my body. He plunged through my bush and found my clit. He rubbed my nub.

“Yes, yes, you know how to please a woman!” I howled as my incestuous orgasm exploded through me.

My bowels writhed and spasmed about his cock. This pleasure rushed through me. I groaned, bucking in his embrace. Stars burst before my eyes. This incredible rapture surged through me. It was amazing. A treat for us both to enjoy. I whimpered again and again, loving this delight.

I groaned as he hammered me. My pussy cream mixed with the water spilling down my body. My passion gushed out of me as my son fingered my clit. He buried to the hilt into my asshole. His cock filled my spasming bowels.

“Oh, my god, I love you, Mom!” he groaned as his cum spurted hot into me.

I had that amazing treat. My bowels convulsed around his dick. I milked him. I wrung him dry as he groaned. Our passion echoed over the spray of the shower. My eyes fluttered as his jizz filled me. He pumped me full of all that cum.

“Oh, yes, Doug, honey!” I moaned. “Mommy loves her big, son!”

I bucked a final time, my orgasm peaking. My bowels wrung his dick dry. My back arched, rubbing into his strong chest. He kissed at my neck. I whimpered, shuddering as he loved me. I mewled in delight as my orgasm faded.

“Mmm, that was amazing,” I moaned. “But you need to skedaddle before we get caught.”

“We have to do this again,” he groaned. “It’s so hot having sex with you when Dad’s in the house.”

“Naughty boy,” I purred and then gasped as he pulled out of me.

His cum leaked out of my asshole. I floated on my bliss as he dried off and dressed. Then he quietly opened the door and slipped out. I smiled and shut off the shower. I dried off and pulled on my robe, belting it about me.

My daughter’s door creaked opened. My husband was done with his “talk.”

I shuddered and exited the bathroom. My husband was just slipping into our room and pulling off his t-shirt. I padded down the hall, our son’s cum leaking out of my asshole. I shuddered as he turned. He was still a strong man and he had just pleased our daughter.

“Good talk with Mercedes?” I asked as he stripped down to his boxers. I could see the front was slightly wet. She must have soaked him with her cream.

“Yeah,” he said, his face flushed. “Great talk.”

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It’s All Right Daddy, Mommy Knows!

A Teenage Seductress Captures Her Daddy’s Heart

Approximately 5,150 Words

by

Donald Mallord

Copyright by dmallord, 2022, USA. All rights reserved.

INTRODUCTION

Life goes awry sometimes. Occasionally, that happens in the dead of night while in deep REM sleep. When it does, the aftermath can create damage to your mental well-being. Ray Schumacher had that happen to him, as he awoke with his body aflame with lust and plundering his wife … or, in his dreams, he thought so. He had to place a call for help.

How It Began

It felt like ‘a walk of shame’ situation! Paranoid, I walked from the parking lot into a small office complex and checked the computerized index by the elevator. I half expected bystanders to avert their eyes, while surreptitiously pointing me out to their friends. That tingling feeling, a sixth-sense emotion, that they were reading my mind, made me jittery. I stared straight ahead and did my best to look innocuous. A cursory scan of the directory for Dr. Alex Zimmerman’s name. Found just that: his name, the floor, and suite number 405. There wasn’t even a label to identify him as a psychiatrist. I’d expected the identification to have a cringing-crimson light, something like: ‘nutcases only’ or ‘child-molester treatments.’

Something, that screamed out to anyone watching me–there is something wrong with this guy! I pressed the fourth floor button; standing next to two occupants. We rode the elevator in silence. The other passengers didn’t even take notice, when I stepped onto the fourth floor lobby area. So much for my theatric-anxiety mode being real.

My experiences with doctors’ offices had always been finding the waiting areas full of people, old magazines, and those with time on their hands, sharing their illnesses with one another. Visits with Katrina’s pediatrician were like that; just mothers with infants mainly though. Opening the hallway door and stepping inside Dr. Zimmerman’s office was different. I found matronly Mrs. Caldicot seated at a pristine desk, with an innocuous black and grey telephone, and augmented by a MacBook Pro. No seating area. No waiting patients to be found. She seemed to be transcribing notes; she looked up as my entry created a disturbance in her force.

Smiling, she greeted me, “Good afternoon, Mr. Schumacher!” Her agreeable voice flowed out just above the soft background music coming from some invisible wall speakers. Her voice was warm, cordial, and sincerely meant to put me at ease. I didn’t have to give her my name; she knew it had to be me. After all, I was expected! Her hands were motioning to a closed, unmarked door across the room. “Please, come, Dr. Zimmerman is awaiting you!”

Dr. Zimmerman had put the world on hold for everyone else. It was just the two of us connecting. Nothing, and no one else in the world mattered at this juncture in my life.

Just that quickly, I was face-to-face with my anxieties, my guilt, and the tenuous thread holding my daughter and I in our precarious lifestyle. Dr. Alex Zimmerman met me halfway across the spacious office. It wasn’t that confining exam-room scenario. No certificates, no diplomas, no ‘how-to’ posters; nothing of that sort. Plants, strategically placed, rounded out the square corners. Lighting was certainly not those nondescript, commercial fixture-types. The atmosphere was carefully crafted to feel homey–serene, placid, and worry free. It was a pleasant room, with a spacious view out over the horizon of the tree-lined park. It had a sense of feng shui design about it. The orientation of all things within it, felt in order and balanced with the natural world.

“Looking for something in particular?” He chuckled, noticing my head on a swivel movement. My gaze turned to the fatherly voice. I expected to see a stereotype shrink in a white coat with two strong-armed assistances at his side. Instead, I beheld a fiftyish, grandfatherly type dressed in a plain sweater and wearing loafers. He could have been in the elevator for all I knew, and I wouldn’t have recognized him, by his countenance.

“The, um, the crazy person’s couch,” jumped out of my mouth before I could stop it. It wasn’t any of the practiced lines I had rehearsed for this meeting. Yet, it made its appearance. The drive over was a rehearsal of every kind of conversation I could create that would make me appear normal in his eyes. This impromptu remark clearly wasn’t helping me achieve that image. An image of normalcy.

He smiled in response. “That notion of reclining to reflect on one’s problems is a bit overplayed in the movies. That came about because Freud had a ‘crazy person’s couch’ as you called it, in his reflection room. Freud wasn’t fond of being eye-to-eye with his cases. Felt a bit tense when he tried to make notes and such. So, he put them on a couch facing away from him; made Freud more comfortable in his note taking. The issue of ‘a couch’ or ‘not grup seks yapan gaziantep escort to couch’ has been a subject of much debate among doctors. For me? Not so much. My patients don’t seem to miss it,” he remarked, pointing to two comfortable-looking chairs by the window. He sat in one and I took the other, as he motioned for me to have a seat.

I could tell he must have done this a hundred times, perhaps hundreds of times. He was in no hurry, letting me wiggle into that deep, space-foam chair until it conformed to my body. I got the feeling that if I’d sat there long enough, it would have enveloped me completely, forming a womb around me. When my eyes met his, that was his clue, I gathered.

“Mr. Schumacher,” he began, “I am a doctor, bound by medical, ethical, and legal laws. As such, there are rights you have as a patient, and obligations I have as a doctor…”

That’s how I began to unburden myself and share the weight of my transgressions with Dr. Zimmerman. In the hopes of salving my hurt at the loss of my wife and the impact her passing had on my daughter. Katelyn had formed a pact with Katrina, our daughter. Therein lay the conundrum.

“Tell me, about that,” Dr. Zimmerman inquired, “No need to try and sugarcoat your thoughts, Ray; just speak out and let the thoughts flow. I’m non-judgmental. Everything you say, stays here. Start wherever you feel the most comfortable, and let’s see where that goes.”

“That would be with sleep, Doc. Peaceful sleep has become difficult to find, just as elusive as a solitary predator’s movements while gliding through the dark shadows cast by a full moon. But, somewhere in the early hours of the morning, my eyes become leaden and my tormented mind falls into a quasi-state of rest.”

“How many hours are you sleeping?”

“Four…sometimes, I guess, maybe. I haven’t really kept track of that. I know I see the alarm, sometimes at two or four in the morning. It is in that REM state of sleep, that Katelyn turns to me. I feel her hand flowing over me, circling my nipples, and gliding downward seeking to coax life into my cock. My eyes flutter open as the blood begins to flow into my stiffening member. Her face lights up as her eyes meet mine.”

I saw the doc’s eyes sparkle and a slight grin come to his lips. “Too detailed?” I asked, thinking maybe I needed to tone it down a bit.

“No, no that’s not the case. I can see that you and Katelyn were…actively engaged,” he answered.

“Yeah, Well she had a high sex drive, Doc,” I smiled as I confirmed his comment.

“I guess I get a little rest before she creeps into those few minutes of sleep. She purrs out sassy innuendos, whispering her temptations just out of the range of our daughter’s room. Doc, Katelyn is adept at pumping up my lust for her always-willing body. In the heat of passion, she would drive us into near cardiac arrest seeking to best our last orgasm. While she has a staid outer image of a brilliant high school teacher, no one ever suspected that she was really a vixen relishing sex without any sense of shyness or shame. Like the old saying goes, ‘She likes to fuck at the drop of a hat.’ And we did that abundantly!”

“So, trouble sleeping, normal sex life, and smart wife! What’s not to like?” he noted, as he wrote a few words in his journal.

“That sounds about right. But the sex life might be…not so normal, perhaps,” I added.

“Doctor, just over a year-and-a-half ago, our lives began to fall apart. This all changed when weakness and fatigue crawled upon her shoulders; enveloped her, bit into her slender body, and sucked the joy of living from the marrow of her bones. Helpless, we could only watch as cancer turned Katelyn into a frail figure of her former, vibrant self. Her school colleagues continued to support her and our daughter, Katrina, in this life-and-death struggle.”

“Take your time, no rush to get through this, we can take a break anytime you want.” Zimmerman’s soft voice seemed to bring some comfort to the misty eyed glaze I wiped from my eyes.

I managed to continue, “Mercifully, she slipped away from her unbearable pain just two weeks before Katrina’s high school graduation.

“Katrina didn’t bear up well under her mom’s passing; even though we steeled ourselves for the inevitable moment. Kitten, that’s what we nicknamed Katrina. She loves cats! Anyway, Kitten didn’t go back to school, even for her graduation ceremony. Because of her straight ‘A’ average and the waiving of her exams by the staff, she received her diploma. It was personally delivered at home by the school district’s superintendent. One of the benefits of living in a very small town; where everyone knows their neighbors. That, and the fact that Katelyn taught at the high school, was also a factor, I guess.

“Kitten, fell into a remorseful state, not even speaking of her impending eighteenth birthday. Her party grup seks yapan gaziantep escort bayan would have been just one week after the Katelyn’s funeral. We moved through the next week hardly able to speak without the flow of tears bursting forth. Even the sight of a picture or seeing an article of Katelyn’s clothing in a closet, would set Kitten off into another tearful crying spell. We made no plans to mark her momentous birthday, I couldn’t bear to try to raise her spirits in such a short time.”

With mounting fear, I approached that moment in my conversation with Doctor Zimmerman, that moment which had its arms around my throat. I felt the fear.

The doc said, “Just let it out, don’t be judgmental. It’s extremely difficult to try and maintain what you think should be normal, in the midst of grief.”

So, I persevered.

“Doc, it was in that dream state, I heard the soft cry of a grieving child.

“Kitten’s soft voice called me, ‘Daddy, Daddy, are you awake?’

“It was a plaintiff voice calling through the shadows of the night. The parenting instinct still grips me now as it did during her childhood nightmares; rousing me from my slumber in the middle of the night. I struggled up onto one elbow, finding it hard to focus on the shadowy figure, outlined by the full moon, standing in our doorway; my doorway.

“‘Kitten,’ I asked, ‘What’s wrong?’

“She said, ‘I can’t sleep, Daddy. I keep thinking of mommy and then the monsters start climbing the stairs again. I know they’re not real, but they won’t let me sleep. Why are they coming back after so many years, Daddy?’

“Doctor Zimmerman, I have no answer for her. But my heart went out to her and I do what I always did that comforted her long ago. I lifted the bed covers and she glided across the room, slipping beneath them. Long ago, she would cuddle between Katelyn and me until she fell asleep and then I would carry her back to her bed. Doc, what was I supposed to do? Send her back to her room to cower in the dark and remain afraid?”

“You did what a parent who loves his child would do. I see no reason not to at this point. Ray, please, continue.”

The doctor’s answer seemed to fit with my own idea on how that should play out. It was comforting to know he shared similar thoughts. I breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the events that unfolded from that point.

“At that late hour, she snuggled into the comfort of my arms. Her arm stretched out over my chest to hold my back and mine automatically matched her movements. I rubbed her back as I did so many years ago. Her head wiggled, searching for a comfortable position in the crook of my arm. I felt the softness of her breasts as they pressed into me. The heat of her body felt so wonderful. No longer a child, her body had grown into the mirror image of her mother. Together, we lay still until her body relaxed and slumber took hold in the middle of the night. Once again, my eyes closed and I crossed over to the other realm. Doc, sleep welded my eyes closed and pulled me into that dream world as well.”

“Excuse me, a second, Ray. You said, ‘…her body had grown into the mirror image of her mother.’ But you weren’t thinking it was…sexual by any chance?” Zimmerman said, trying not to look alarmed.

“Certainly not, Doc! We were exhausted and…I was just thinking about how much the two of them were so similar; not sexually though.”

“Um. Okay. Got it. So, the two of you fell asleep, but wrapped up in each other’s arms?”

“Ah, yes, that’s right, fell asleep, out like lights in the night sky…asleep under the stars.”

“Then what happened?” the doc asked as he made a few notes. He didn’t seem disturbed about where I knew this was going. I figured it would be just a matter of time, before he had a different opinion.

“Like I mentioned, Doc, I was in that REM state of sleep. My wife and I had not been in the same bed together for a long time. She…spent most of her last months in a hospital-type bed, with nursing caregivers in attendance. But this night, Katelyn turns to me, in my dreams; once more her hand roams over my body. I lay still, soaking in the sensations as my breathing deepens. I feel the tingling pleasures grow as her experienced fingers build upon my excitement, bringing me to the edge, but not to fulfillment.”

“That’s interesting! But not unexpectedly so…I mean to have those feelings after such a prolonged absence of holding your wife like that. You did say she was a bit hyper-sexual earlier? Yes, yes, perfectly normal response, Ray,” Zimmerman remarked, as he shifted the notebook on his lap.

“Do continue!”

“Doc, I can cut down some of the details, if you like?” I asked, knowing how close I was to the shameful details part of my revelation.

I watched him wipe his brow with a tissue. It didn’t seem hot to me, but the doc seemed to be working up a grup seks yapan gaziantep bayan escort sweat. Probably from making so many notes at this point, I suspected.

“Details are important, Ray, more details, please!”

“All right then,” I responded and picked up the events with more details, “I could feel the perspiration forming as the heat from my body radiated through my core. Her skillful fingers glided down between my thighs. I heard the sounds of lust in her breath as it escaped from her lungs. She ground her loins against mine. The secretions from her… vagina… lubricated my cock. I was huffing and gasping for air; fighting to stay in my dream state.

“Doctor Zimmerman, my dream was so real at that point! I didn’t want it to stop, so I was crying out, ‘Don’t open your eyes … don’t open your eyes … don’t!’ I screamed at my body, as I stroked in and out of my Katelyn. All the muscles of my body tensed as I sucked air more deeply into my aching lungs fueling more of the images flashing behind my closed eyelids. My temples throbbed in tune with my breathing.

“‘Too long without you!’ I groaned, between clenched teeth. Our pace grew faster. My thrusting into her was met by her return thrusts and the sounds of soaked skin slapping against skin reverberated around the room. In unison, we set up the unmistakable, telltale-bedspring squeak of out-of-control sex.

“Desperately I wanted to stay in the moment.

“‘Don’t open your eyes … don’t open your eyes … don’t!’ I told myself, desperately fighting to maintain the exhilaration building between us. After so long an absence in my dreams, Katelyn finally found her way back into my arms and I was not going to ever let her go. The communal, ragged gasps and groans became synchronous between us. The wet slap of my bone against her cunt drove me to a new level of ferocity and I drove more deeply into her.

“I heard her call out over the rhythmic squeaks of the bedsprings; heard her call out, ‘Fuck me, harder, baby, harder … now … ahh … nail my pussy!’ The lustful language of my love inflamed my desire and I used my cock like a hammer, nailing her all the way to her core!

“My legs stiffened as I neared the edge. I could feel her thighs clenching as her stomach muscles spasm, pushing us over the edge as I nailed her to the bed. I couldn’t hold back any longer, Doctor! Her back arched, at that point, and I flooded her with my seed. I was like a bull moose, bucking fiercely to spew the last vestiges of it deep into her cunt. She went catatonic during our best-ever orgasm.”

“Ray that was absolutely amazing! You, really have a good memory for details about those events. Most people coming here, aren’t as detail oriented as you are. What kind of work do you do, again?”

“I’m an accountant.”

“Ah, yes! Lots of details in accounting! Yes. Now, let’s see. Just a few notes, please. Okay, so … what happens next?” The doctor sounded impressed with my recall abilities. I hope I didn’t give him cause to regret those comments with what was to come.

I allowed him to catch up on his copious note taking and began, “Defying my command, in that moment, and in the dim light of the moon’s glow through our bedroom window, my eyes sprang open. Opening to make out my Kitten’s hazel eyes rolled up into her their sockets, her mouth wide open, gasping for air as her overwhelmed body found bliss. Drenched in perspiration, my body has no more pleasure to give and I collapse on top of her still heaving breasts.

“Rolling off of her slick body, I lay stunned, gasping for air, watching her body twitch as her eyes slowly flutter back to normal; my eyes are just inches from hers. Regaining consciousness, her breathing slowed, the rosé glow of her face and chest appeared as flames. Kitten’s glassy eyes slowly refocused and I could see her peering into my soul; taking measure of the terrible transgression I committed against her as she fought for air.”

Doctor Zimmerman’s eyebrows arched and his eyes grew to saucer-size orbs! At the same time, his jaw dropped. The bomb I had tried to hold back for so long had landed. Exploding between us, it caught him completely unaware, I think. His hands were trembling and he had to stop writing.

“I need a drink…of water,” his hoarse voice whispered. “You want a drink…too, Ray?” he croaked, as an afterthought.

The gentle doctor ambled to the credenza behind his desk and took out two glasses and a bottle, pouring three fingers into each glass. Handing me one glass, he remarked, “Careful this water is potent.” Then quickly threw back a large swallow and closed his eyes for a few moments.

I took a heathy gulp and, as he said, it was potent, like Spirytus, a Polish vodka. It was fiery all the way to the bottom and sent smoke out of my ears as an afterthought.

“Thanks, Doc! I needed that…drink of water,” I strained to get the words out. The sense of embarrassment I had felt, concerning my admission, was tempered by the alcohol’s anesthetizing affect.

“Doc, I’m so sorry…” I began, but he cut me off, quickly.

“Don’t!” his hands raised, “No judgements here, like I said at the beginning. I’m beginning to understand where you’re coming from. Let’s continue, shall we? This is … very … well, not so unusual given your exhaustion and so recent a demise of your wife. And of course, your lovely Kitten’s loss of her mother. Shall we continue?”

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Jerrod put the car in park and stared up at the big red letters on the sign… MASSAGE. He’d driven past this place countless times but he hadn’t tried it yet. He grinned and felt the small, excited flutter of anticipation through his chest. He strode through the parking lot, flipping his keys back and forth across his palm. The storefront was unassuming, which he took as a good sign.

Bells above his head announced him as he stepped in through the dark-tinted glass door. The entry area was predictably small, a window above a counter next to a solid door that led inside. He could see the woman through the window playing on her cell phone. She looked up at him and smiled dispassionately, “Hi there. Have you been here before?” Another sign this was the sort of place he was after.

Three twenty dollar bills were already in his hand and he was quick to place the cash on the counter. It was all the answer the woman needed. “Perfect, Sweetie,” She said then stepped out of sight. Moments later, the door opened, “Right this way.” Jerrod stepped into the dimly lit hallway, nodding his thanks as the woman indicated the open door for him, “Take your clothes off and lie down. She’ll be right with you.”

He took in the sight of the small room. It contained a long table draped in a white sheet, a chair for his things and a nightstand of sorts that held several shelves with bottles of lotion, oil and towels.

He removed his clothes and piled them neatly on top of the chair. Before he lay down, he took three more twenties out of his pocket and set them very visibly on the edge of the nightstand. It had taken him a few visits to various massage places to figure this strategy out. You couldn’t just outright ask how much a woman charged for a happy ending… at least he couldn’t. Usually she had some kind of code, like a gesture or a phrase she would use like “extra?” Or “everything?” Because they were trying to be subtle most of the time, they would whisper and he wasn’t always able to hear them, so he had to ask them to repeat it. The interaction always just felt so awkward to him.

Once, a woman had stopped mid-massage to tell him the price for more. She’d wanted it upfront, which he felt was totally reasonable, but he’d needed to point to his pants for her to get his wallet out and it had just been so distracting. By leaving the money out in the open, he found he could communicate his desire clearly and avoid the discussion altogether.

He laid down on his back and closed his eyes. Like most of the places he’d visited, this one had relaxing music playing. Often times, it was new age sounds or flutes or harps. This particular place had instrumental piano. As he lay there, he realized that he recognized the song, “Tell Me Have you Ever Really Really Loved A Woman?” A smile crossed his lips as he lay still and listened. A good song. Jerrod inhaled deeply and allowed himself to enjoy everything about the moment. He was naked in a public place. He loved the feel of being nude outside his home. Not only that, he was naked and a woman was about to have her hands on his body. The anticipation sent pulses through his torso. His erection was quickly growing, and his smile along with the feel of it.

He wasn’t waiting long before the door opened and a woman quietly stepped inside. He didn’t bother to open his eyes as she situated her things. He soon felt her presence beside him. Softly, she whispered, “Hi Baby.” Her voice was melodious and sensual… but it was also a voice he recognized, a voice he’d heard saying that same phrase many times.

At the same time as his eyes shot open wide, he felt a soft hand clamp down over his mouth, instantly silencing whatever reaction he might have had. The hand, and the face of the beautiful woman looking down into his eyes, belonged to his mother. She held her gaze and her hand over his mouth, but her other hand was placed gently onto his bare chest. She slowly began to caress him, her warm palm moving about his torso. His nose blew a burst of air onto her skin as he felt the pleasure of the sensation melt away any tension that never even had the chance to develop. His eyes closed a moment then opened to look at her again. She raised a single eyebrow, the small gesture enough to communicate her question and her expectations. He gave the smallest nod of his head, enough to assure her he would say nothing. Slowly, she pulled her hand away and began to caress his chest with both hands. She explored his torso for several long seconds, moving a little lower with each pass. Soon, her right hand was sliding up and down the length of his bare thigh as her left hand stroked his stomach beneath his naval. She applied pressure, which sent his cock throbbing and twitching even harder. With a single finger of her right hand, she traced the underside of his cock, slowly and deliberately trailing a path from his balls up the length of his shaft, stopping at the sensitive spot just beneath his cock head. He inhaled sharply, overcome by the sensation. Eyes wide, he looked at her. She was travesti gaziantep grinning at him now and winked. Again, he relaxed a little more onto the table.

He had the chance to really look at his mother now. Her dark hair was loose, framing her face. She wore a silky robe that covered her backside but left her bare legs revealed. As he took in the sight of her, he couldn’t help but give voice to his thoughts. Softly, he whispered, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She tilted her head slightly then answered, “Thank you, Baby.” She spread both of her hands apart then. Simultaneously, she reached down his long legs and up his exposed torso. Her touch was the sweetest thing he’d ever felt. A distant part of his mind was still aware of the piano music, and that part was kind enough to remind him of the ironically fitting lyrics, “When you find yourself lying helpless in her arms, you know you really love a woman.”

Her hands were caring and affectionate. She brought him pleasure with every inch of his body she caressed. She didn’t return to his cock, not yet, but she kept sliding her hands closer and closer, teasing him in the most incredible way. She stroked the inside of his strong thighs, the back of her thumbs barely brushing his balls.

As he lay there blissfully, he found his own hand moving toward her. His touch was hesitant and slow, reflecting his insecurity. Everything about this was new territory for him. Eventually he managed to place his palm on his mother’s bare thigh. Her skin felt so deliciously smooth.

She pulled away from him then and met his eyes. For a brief instant, he feared he’d crossed line. She immediately reassured him by pulling the silky sash that held her robe to her body. Jerrod’s cock reached hard for her as he took in the sight. She wore a bright pink thong and a matching bra. Tossing the robe on top of his pile of clothes, she giggled slightly seeing her son’s reaction, how desperately he wanted her. She gripped the base of his hard cock and stroked up its length once then back down, then she let go and resumed massaging other parts of his body.

His own hand was stroking up and down now, moving along the back of her thigh, from her knee up to her perfectly round butt. His fingers traced the thong then slid back down her leg. She contentedly let him play. With each stroke, he grew just a bit more bold. His fingertips slid beneath the thin fabric then between her cheeks, then he was caressing the puckering rim of her anus each time he reached up from her perfect, sexy legs.

The time she spent away from his cock was growing shorter and shorter. It wasn’t long before she abandoned the pretense of the massage entirely. She had her left palm placed flat against his abdomen while her right hand began to earnestly stroke him. She pumped faster and faster, feeling the moment when he tensed. His fingers clawed into her bare thigh. She squeezed hard onto his cock and he began to gush. She held her hand still as he spewed like a geyser. She felt each pulse, her eyebrows flicking up, impressed by his volume. She watched him. Her son was trembling now. Her left hand began to move around his torso. Now, her touch was soothing to him, where it had been electrifying mere moments before. She pressed into his bare chest, silently urging him to relax. She felt his body slacken again as he melted into the massage table.

Her right hand didn’t let go of his cock until she began to feel it softening. She stepped to the nightstand and retrieved a towel from a small steam machine. He flinched when it first touched his skin, surprised by the heat but not hurt by it. His face wore a rather silly grin as his mother wiped him clean. She was decidedly thorough, and she took the time to clean her messy hand as well. She discarded the towel and stepped to the head of the massage table.

The top of his head was now pressed into her bare abdomen. He looked up at her, awe-struck while she began to caress his face. There was so much tender affection in the way she held him. She leaned forward, her arms stretching across the length of his torso. Instinctively, he reached up caressing her back, reveling in the sensation of her skin against his own. He held her to him fiercely and lovingly. His hands slid down so he could squeeze both cheeks of her butt then up her back again. His fingers found their way to her bra. He quickly undid the clasp and felt the soft shift as her breasts now rested on his chest.

Again, she giggled in amusement as she leaned back, letting the bra fall onto his stomach. She hovered over him and began to slide her body back and forth, letting her breasts massage his chest as they gently swayed. The joy he felt in this moment was tangible. As she began to stand, his head reached for those perfect dangling breasts. He managed to barely kiss one nipple as she pulled away. She looked down at him, taking his face between her loving palms so she could kiss him on his forehead.

Standing gaziantep travesti now, she tapped him on both of his shoulders at once and whispered, “Time’s up, Sweetie.” For a brief moment, he just lay there, stunned as if her words had no meaning to him. She picked up the pile of clothes and brought it to the table, removing her bra and robe. Jerrod didn’t want to go anywhere, but he couldn’t even remotely say he was unsatisfied. It took an act of will, but he forced himself to sit up and began to put on his clothes.

He watched his mother dress herself, keeping her back to him while she fastened her bra and draped the robe over her shoulders. She stood close to the door, deliberately keeping space between them. There was so much he wanted to do in that moment, wrap his arms around her, whisper… something into her ear, something to acknowledge this unexpected intimacy they’d shared. He wanted to express his love and affection, but she was making absolutely sure he was being professional. She held onto the door handle, patiently waiting for him to lower his shirt over his abdomen and slide on his shoes.

“All ready?” She asked. There was a cheeriness to her voice that he recognized as not being real. She was putting on an act.

He played along, forcing nonchalance into his voice, “All set.” She opened the door and motioned him out into the hallway. When he stepped out, she hugged him, but there was no affection to the embrace, “Come back and see me again, Baby.”

For a brief instant, he was too stunned to react, but he managed a nod, “I… I will.” She waved pleasantly as he stepped through the door then closed it behind him. Jerrod felt somehow bombarded as he stepped away from the dim lights and soft piano music into the street lamps and noise of traffic outside. His keys flipped in his open palm, jangling loudly as he said to himself, “Well THAT is not how I saw my day going.”

*****

Before Jerrod made it home, he felt his cell phone telephone buzz with a text message.

“From Mom: Getting MaMa Carolina’s for dinner. Love you. See you at home.”

He debated how to respond, composing a few different messages then immediately deleting them. He settled on simply, “Sounds good. See you then.”

He went inside and headed straight for the kitchen table. There was nothing he needed to do and there was certainly nothing else he could think about. He sat down and waited, mentally replaying the amazing and unbelievable experience he’d just had. He’d be lying if he said there weren’t moments he wondered if the entire thing might have been his imagination… a fantasy somehow more real and vivid and wonderful than anything his mind had ever conjured before.

He wasn’t waiting long before he heard his mom’s car in the driveway. He watched her open the door and walk inside, a large work bag in one hand and a bag of takeout in the other, “Hi Baby.” He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply when he heard those words again. It was as though he could feel her touch again.

With an obviously fake pleasantness and forced enthusiasm, he said, “Hi Mom. HOW was YOUR day?”

Amber laughed as she put the food on the table, sat down across from him and began opening containers. “My day was very interesting. How about yours?” He forced a smile, but didn’t respond. His eyes were drawn to the cartoonish Italian woman drawn on the takeout containers next to the restaurant’s slogan, “Made With MaMa’s Special Touch!” With mostly amusement and some genuine irritation, he flicked his finger against the empty bag. Still, this was his favorite restaurant. He waited for her to go first, then served himself the pasta and breadsticks.

She took a big bite, closing her eyes and savoring the taste before she spoke again, “I’m guessing you have some questions.”

He looked at her playfully as he bit into the bread. So good. “I thought you worked as an office manager.”

“I still do actually. In the mornings.” She explained in between eager bites. “A while back, the company had to make some budget cuts. Budget cuts didn’t affect corporate, but you know that how that goes,” she waved her empty fork in the air dismissively. “There were a few people they were gonna lay off, including Rosalie, who is one of the best workers we’ve ever had, and just the sweetest lady. I talked to HR and ran some numbers. If me and another manager took fewer hours and divied some responsibilities, we could afford to keep everyone. Corporate agreed it was a good solution, so I started looking for a second job. Massage place was hiring… and that’s about it.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about the pay cut? I could’ve…”

She cut him off, “Oh. It wasn’t anything for you to worry about, Sweetie. We actually would have been just fine, even with the cut. Tell the truth, I mostly thought I’d be bored without having something to do for most of the day… and this was… something I hadn’t done before, so it seemed worth a try.”

He nodded thoughtfully, absorbing gaziantep travestileri the things his mother told him, “Do you… enjoy it?”

She considered a moment, “You know, I really do. For one thing, I’m pretty good at it,” she winked at her son, making him blush and nod in agreement. “I like how physical it is, both being on my feet and just getting to use my hands. I like the girls I work with…”

“And the guys who come to see you?”

“Alot of the guy I take care of… probably most of them, don’t get to feel touch and affection on a regular basis. I think that’s something that is so important. When they’re with me, men feel comfortable and secure, they get to relax and receive a caring touch without having to earn it, or worry if they’re attractive enough or good enough. They get to just be in the moment. They really need that, and I see what it does for them. When they leave, they carry themselves differently. I feel like what I do… Is healing, maybe just for a little while, but truly I feel like I get to heal something in their souls, replace something they’ve been needing.”

“I… I understand exactly what you mean and… you’re right. That is how it feels.”

She picked up a piece of garlic bread and showed him a sly, almost conspiratorial grin, “OK, your turn for a question. That’s quite the system you’ve got. Leaving the money in the open and showing off your erection before I even walk in the door.” She chomped down on her bread, contentedly watching his face go through different shades of embarrassment. “You go to those places quite a lot?”

She waited patiently until he composed himself enough to answer her. They always had been able to talk about anything. “For a while I was. When I first got my promotion, it was really nice to have extra money suddenly. I’d always been curious about it. Seems like massage places are on every other corner when you drive around this area. For the money part, I just always felt so awkward negotiating. It wouldn’t bother me if they’d come right out and say ‘Here’s what we offer. Here’s how much it costs.'”

“You’ve tried a lot of them?”

He shrugged noncommittally, “A little different experience everywhere you go.”

She tilted her head with curiosity, “How so?”

“Had one girl walk on my back. She was really little, like 4’8″ maybe. That was… odd but kinda fun. Was not a big fan of the hot rocks on my back. Can’t imagine how people find that relaxing.”

She laughed, “And how about the women?”

He met her eyes again, as if needing to reassure himself it was all right to answer her truthfully. He wasn’t about to hide anything from her now. “There are definitely some who want to get it over as soon as possible. It isn’t hard to tell, and that’s a lot less enjoyable. This one woman, her fingers were like steel. She’s rubbing my back like she’s hammering metal. I was scared she was going to crush my balls into dust.”

“I’m so glad she didn’t.”

“RIGHT!? There was one woman who was like a robot when she stroked my cock. It wasn’t like a human touching me, it was the rhythm of a machine up and down. I actually came very quickly with her, but it was… strange. I just kept wondering how a person could actually move that way.”

He was searching his memories now as though going through a photo album, looking for a particular picture worth showing, “One lady kept me face down the entire time. That was… interesting. She had me raise my hips up on my knees and she was stroking me by reaching up through my legs. She had a towel beneath me and made sure she was aiming me down when so I wouldn’t make a big mess. It was a little like I was a cow being milked.” His mother responded with a low moo-ing sound. He forced his eyes closed as though to avoid the visual she’d just given him.

“I think… for the most part, I think I like older women better. They seem like they actually enjoy it… or at least they act that way.”

“I can see that.”

“Except this one lady. She called me Baby, but it didn’t sound flirty. It wasn’t… cute. It was like she really was treating me like a child. She’s rubbing my cock and says, ‘There you go, Baby.’ I come and she says, ‘Oh. Wow. That’s a good good Baby.'” Jerrod shuddered at the memory, “Did NOT like that at all.”

His mother was laughing so hard she had to cover her mouth to keep from spitting out pasta. She forced herself to swallow, “Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”

He ljoined in her laughter, “It’s fine. I’m just… not going back to her.” There was a long pause between them as the laughter settled. Jerrod looked at his mother with a sudden intense earnestness. “Honestly though, Mom.” She met his gaze and waited for him, “No one’s ever made me feel the way you made me feel today.” She didn’t respond, but reached out to hold his hand on the table. The silence between them was comfortable for a time.

Eventually, she asked, “Does your massage always come with a… Happy Ending.”

He shook his head, “Not always. I do like I did today. I never bother to cover myself. Most of the time that seems to be enough. Occasionally, a woman will cover me up herself. If I start out out on my back and turn over, I might pull the towel off of my cock, assuming I’m really hard, but if she covers me again, that’s it. I have no interest in forcing some poor woman to touch me if she clearly doesn’t want to.”

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As I think back, this was not planned, but in retrospect, I don’t think it would have worked out so well, if i did have a plan. My father died when I was in High School and so Mom was working to keep the family comfortable. Money was a little tight, so my sister and I went to the community college because it was more affordable and we could live home to save on living expenses. I was out with my girlfriend, Lisa and we were getting high, having smoked a couple joints, when Lisa tells me that my 19 year old sister, Taylor, asked her if she gives me blowjobs. Lisa is 19 as well and I was 20. As I processed this, I got an immediate stir in my pants, but am curious as to why my sister would be asking Lisa about if she gives me head. I was obviously interested in knowing all the details to that conversation.

To my surprise this conversation happened 3 weeks prior, so I was pissed that I was just finding out about it. Lisa said that she promised Taylor that she would not tell anyone. I guess because we were buzzed and I was guiding Lisa’s hand to my cock at the time, it reminded her of the conversation with my sister. Lisa said that Taylor just broke up with her boyfriend because he wanted her to suck his cock, but she was scared to do it and they had only been dating for a couple weeks. I knew the dude she was dating and thought he was a dick, but I was still wondering why she was asking Lisa if she gave me blowjobs. So, I pushed Lisa for more details. Lisa then says that Taylor wanted guidance on giving BJs and told her that she has given hand jobs a couple times, but never went down on a guy. Lisa told her that I liked getting blown and also like eating pussy. Taylor told Lisa that she has only had 3 boyfriends and none of them ever ate her pussy and she has only fucked one of them.

The truth is that Taylor, although she has a smoking hot body, is not that attractive in the face. To make matters worst, she dresses very plainly, which downplays her body.

We have a small pool and Taylor wears a one piece bathing suit, but she can’t hide those nice size tits and wonderful ass. When she does wear a bikini, she looks great.

As I am hearing all of this from Lisa, I have a raging hard-on, imagining my sister wanting to learn how to give a blow job and thinking, hey I have a nice cock she can practice on. All sorts of things are going through my head,

I play it cool and ask my girlfriend if she told her about how I like blowjobs and did she share any techniques with her. Lisa said that she told her how nice my cock was and how I love it what she holds my balls and swirls her tongue around the head of my cock, before sliding my cock in her mouth. Also, she told her that its something that you just have to try and that guys don’t care how good you are, they will tell you what they like.

Lisa did say it was a little creepy at one point when my sister told her that she has seen me with a tent in my pants sometimes and said that she has seen me sometimes in the morning wearing my PJ’s with a hard on.

Now I am thinking, what if I can get my girlfriend to help her see close up what giving head is all about. I decide that since we are both still pretty high I am going to throw out an idea and see if she bites. I tell Lisa, that I don’t understand why she is so apprehensive about giving head. Its important that she knows how to make a guy feel good, just like its important for a guy to make his girl feel good. Lisa agreed with the logic.

Now I suggest, what if we help her – without her knowing that I know about her problem. Lisa says, how can we do that, I already gave her advise. I say, listen you know that on Thursdays my mother works late and we either get take out or I cook dinner….plus Thursdays is our night to play in my bedroom, without having to be sneaky. So, you can tell Taylor that you had an idea. On Thursday after dinner, when you come over, you know a way she can watch you suck me off, without me knowing. this will help her better than any video.

Tell her that before we go up to my bedroom, you will text her and she can go into my closet and watch through the louvers or crack the slider open. You will make sure that after, you will get me out of the room so she can go back to her bedroom. This way, she can watch all your techniques and tricks and see how they make me react. Also, how to know when a guy is going to cum and how to take care of it. Lisa asks, you wouldn’t feel odd about having your sister watch, I said hell no, it would help her out. While saying this I am really thinking, I hope she likes what she see’s and maybe I can somehow seduce her into trying my cock as a practice toy.

Lisa agrees and said she would call Taylor and see if she is interested with that idea. I tell her to make sure that she does not know that we had this discussion. I don’t want to embarrass her. I dropped off Lisa and about an hour later I get the call and Lisa said that Taylor thought the idea was perfect and begged Lisa not to ever let me know. yabancı gaziantep escort This was all perfect, I got my girlfriend to get my sister to actually want to watch me get a blow job. For not having planned this, I couldn’t believe how genius this non-plan was evolving.

The next morning I woke up with morning wood. I decide to test the waters a bit and walk down for breakfast in my PJ’s and make sure my sister gets a nice view of it. Sure enough I can see that she is checking out my hard-on as i come to the table to sit. I am sitting across from her and see that her nipples are hard and poking through her nightshirt. I’ve never seen her nipples hard before, but then I have never really checked her out in that way before.

After we eat, its upstairs to get ready for school. I follow her up the stairs and stare at that lovely ass of hers as she goes into her room. All I could think about is that it was Wednesday and tomorrow my sister is going to get the full view of my cock in action. I couldn’t take the thought of it and went into my room, locked the door and jerked off, cumming in like 2 minutes flat. My cock was still hard and I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but Taylor was brushing hers. She turned, said come in I am almost done and then looked down at my bulge and quickly turned back to the sink. After she was done, I told her that I would be down shortly and meet her in my car to leave.

While driving to school in my Dads old SUV, the vibe was different than any other time, because she didn’t know what I knew. Driving there, I caught her again kinda peeking at my crotch. After school I walked out to the lot and Lisa and Taylor were both at my car. As we drive home I ask Lisa if she wants to have dinner at our house tomorrow, given Mom will work late and then announce that we will get a pizza on the way home, is that OK. Lisa and Taylor both say yes that sounds good and Lisa looks back at Taylor and says, your good with that, right? Taylor giggles and says yes, I can’t wait. I drop off Lisa and Taylor and I head home.

Taylor says hi to mom and runs right up to her bedroom. I eventually go up and hear a strange noise from her room, some low moans and I realize she is getting herself off. I take this as a good sign for things to come. I was tempted to try and slowly open the door to peek, but resisted, knowing her door has a distinctive squeak when opening. However, I decided to go out to the garage and get some WD40 and keep it in my room, so I could spray the hinges when she was not around.

The next day finally arrives, Thursday, I wake up with a boner that feels like steel. I go downstairs and Mom is not in the kitchen but Taylor is. I go to the refrigerator to get some juice and my hard-on is poking out clear as day from the side, Taylor is to the side and I look over as I close the frig door and she is locked in on staring at my cock. I turn and walk over to her and she finally looks up and I ask if she wants some juice. She says, What? I said do you want any juice, OJ, orange juice. She says, Oh, no, I’m good. I reply, indeed you are and she laughs.

So Lisa and I only had 2 classes and Taylor had 3. Afterwards, I see Lisa and Taylor both in a deep conversation, which ends when they see me coming. I say is everything ok ladies, we still getting pizza and they say yes. We get in the car and I call ahead to order the pizza. I stop at the pizza shop and go inside, I am now hard as a rock thinking about whats about to take place.

We get home and everyone is eating their pizza like they have not eaten in a month. Its obvious to me this is a go and the two of them are anxious to get it started. Taylor finishes and says she is going up to change After she goes Lisa says we are still doing this right? I say only if your good with it. Lisa says I am good with it and so is Taylor, in fact I am surprised at how anxious she is to watch. I start making out with Lisa and slide my hand up her bare legs, under her skirt and rub her clit through her undies. She gives a slight moan and takes my hand out and says save it for upstairs.

After we clean up from dinner, Lisa Texts Taylor to hide in my closet now. Taylor responds OK. We wait a couple minutes and go up into my room. I pull out a joint and we start smoking it and Lisa says, do you think your sister smokes pot. I said, I have no idea, probably, I never asked her, why, do you think she does? Lisa said, I think she probably does, I know she drinks, we should share with her sometime. I said, well I don’t know if she smokes pot, I wouldn’t want her to feel funny if I asked and she said no. With that Lisa moved over and started kissing me and as our tongues were playing with each other I again let my hand slide up her bare leg till I found the outside of her pussy. I slowly rubbed her clit briefly, then moved her undies to one side and started to finger her a bit, then pull my finger out and go back to her clit. Lisa gaziantep yabancı escort was moaning like crazy and thrusting her hips into my hand. With that I laid her back on the bed, I removed her shirt and skirt. Lisa was in her bra and panties.

Next, I slid down to my knees and pulled her undies to the side and started to lick her pussy. Lisa started moaning and I worked on her clit, nibbling it and then putting two fingers in while licking her clit, it only took a few minutes and she screamed out, don’t stop, I’m going to cum and she grabbed the back of my head and held it still while she moved her hips and rubbed her pussy all over my mouth. She started to cum and it was a incredible. She was reaching out for my cock and rubbing my already rock hard cock. Next, she said come up here and I stood up and she undid my pants and I took them off. I stood in my underwear and she reached up and pulled my cock out of my undies, saying loose the underwear and lay down here.

Knowing my sister was watching, I positioned myself for optimal view. Lisa, I think, forgot all about Taylor in the closet. As soon as I laid down, we kissed again, while Lisa was stroking my cock. She then sat on my cock and started to ride it. I didn’t want to cum and I knew she definitely forgot about the blowjob and Taylor. I pulled her off and pushed her by the shoulders down. Lisa responded by grabbing my cock and kneeling between my legs. She was pumping my cock like a pro and started licking the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around the head. It was awesome, she was so good at BJ’s. She started slowly licking the length of my shaft. Then sliding my cock into her mouth, while taking her one hand and playing with my balls. It was incredible and she was edging me. She kept getting me close, then would pull off my cock and lick my balls or lick up and down the shaft, till I cooled off and she would then go back down on my cock, every once in a while throating me. While this is going on, I am playing it up, telling her how good she is and how great it feels and that I want to fuck the shit out of her and to let me cum.

I then decided to give my sister something to really get herself off on, so I swung around and got into a 69 position with my girlfriend, knowing Taylor was lurking in that closet, probably dripping wet. I started eating Lisa’s pussy like there was no tomorrow. I was licking her up and down and she was reacting like a dog in heat, thrusting about and telling me that she is going to suck the cum out of me. After about 5 more minutes of this she had another orgasm and came in my mouth, I started to buck my hips and just kept darting my tongue in and out of her slit, swirling her clit and rubbing her rosebud. That was it, she went deep on me and I fucked her face and the cum just shot out so hard, it was the best cum I ever had. She continued to suck me till I got crazy sensitive on the head and told her to stop.

As promised, Lisa said she wanted to clean up in the bathroom and asked if we could take a shower together. So we went into the bathroom and showered which gave Taylor time to sneak out. Lisa admitted that she forgot all about Taylor being in the closet till the end. When we were finished the shower, while walking past Taylors bedroom, I heard that familiar moaning again and knew this time that she was masturbating over watching my cock and over seeing me eat pussy.

The next day was Friday and I had no classes, but Lisa did. She called me and said that Taylor called her and said it didn’t work out to well because when we went into the 69 position, all she could see was me eating Lisa’s pussy. Lisa told Taylor it was her fault because she was so horny that she totally forgot that she was watching.

Lisa then says that Taylor, on her own, came up with a plan to get a better view. Taylor said that when I was on top of Lisa in the 69 she could not see Lisa’s face at all, because my body blocked her view. She asked if Lisa could get on top of me in 69 and make sure my cock is on the closet side this time. She said that she could then actually sneak out of the closet for a few minutes and watch up close, because I would not be able to see her and if its done after dinner, it would be a little dark as well. Lisa told her that might be a little risky and that she would have to think about it.

Well the hard-on in my pants already told me I am on board with that idea. However, I play it down and say, I don’t know, how would she sneak out without us hearing her. I know the door doesn’t make noise, but what if she trips or slips or something. How will that play out? I then finish saying, hey if she thinks she can pull it off I am ok with it. Seems like a lot of effort to learn how to suck cock if you ask me. Lisa says I am good with it, maybe I’ll have her hold it for me while I suck it so she can feel the way it pulses when I rub your balls. I replied, you are joking right. She says we will play escort gaziantep yabancı it by ear.

Later that night at dinner, Mom asks Taylor and I if we remembered that she was going to a retreat from church this weekend. We were both like, ah no, I don’t recall that, but it’s alright, have a great time.

After dinner I call Lisa and tell her that we are going to have my bedroom all weekend and if she wants to stay overnight on Saturday, she can. As I am talking to her, Lisa says, your sister is texting me, telling me your Mom is away all weekend and we might be able to try this again, if you invite me over. Ok, this is a plan, you come over anytime Saturday. Get back to Taylor and ask her when you should come over.

Lisa texts me and says Taylor wants to go again after dinner when it starts to get dark. I say that’s good, we can go out to the mall during the day. So Saturday, Lisa and I come to the house after shopping and Taylor has some spaghetti sauce on the stove and water boiling for pasta. Taylor surprised us and is making dinner, which is great, I don’t have too.

During dinner Taylor somehow brings the conversation to getting high and said that she has a stash bottle of wine in her room. I say, go get it and then I light up a joint while she goes to get it. Lisa was taking a hit as Taylor returned and Taylor walked right up to Lisa and said pass it this way. Taylor took a hit of the joint and passed it to me while she opened the wine. We drank the wine and smoked 2 joints, I had a nice buzz on and a nicer hard-on tenting my jeans. Taylor saw it too and was wiggling her legs back and forth like someone who needed to go to the bathroom. Soon Taylor went up stairs and this time Lisa got a text saying I’m in the closet, lets go. Lisa shows me the text, I shake my head and say, class is in session.

To make it even more authentic I close the door and say to Lisa, I’m going to lock it so Taylor doesn’t come in by accident.

Lisa and I both strip down to our undies and I start off by pulling out one of Lisa’s tits and sucking on her nipple, while I am rubbing her ass and getting her hot. I start to lick my way down her stomach when she says, Oh no, not this time. I’m first, lay down. I lay down with my lets pointing toward the closet door. Lisa takes off her bra and starts rubbing my cock on her tits, but soon decides to let her mouth do its magic and she slowly slides her lips over the head and slides down my shaft. She stops at the bottom, then while sucking, slowly draws her head up my shaft, making me moan loudly. This goes on for a while and I am reaching down trying to rub her tits, but she is blocking me. Next she says, now lets try this, eat my pussy and she turns into a 69 position on top of me and lays her sweet pussy on my chest, so I can have full access.

Lisa starts swirling her tongue around my cock head, while I am taking my time, licking her and making her squirm. Then I hear it. I hear a noise and know its my sister sneaking out of the closet. Lisa starts going a little more aggressive and I tell her to slow down, whats the hurry. Lisa changes it up and slowly works the top half of my cock and I feel her hold the base of my cock as she slowly bobs up and down my shaft. I am furiously now licking her taint and pussy, going back and forth and Lisa starts grinding a bit on my face as she starts screaming that’s the spot, don’t move and then she yells Oh God I’m cumming. I am then startled when she is in her orgasmic moving, she lifted up a little and I can see Taylor’s hand holding my cock and jacking me, while Lisa is sucking me. I am now over the top horny, I want to cum so bad, so I reach down and start guiding Lisa’s head to move faster. Next thing you know she is licking my balls and taking my nuts in her mouth, but, I get really disoriented because she is still sucking my cock and going down on me. I push her up a little, look down my body and see the top of my sisters head and she is the sucking my balls, while Lisa is giving me head. That was all I needed to see and I said, I am going to cum and Lisa pulled off and was jacking me hard. Harder than she ever had before and as she was bouncing up and down, I saw that it was Taylor and Lisa both working on my cock. Lisa had her hand over Taylor’s as she jacked me into one of the most intense cum loads that ever was pumped out of my cock. It was intense and I felt like I was going to pass out.

Lisa then reminded me that I stopped eating her pussy, so as I was recovering from that awesome cum load, I went back to work eating her out. That gave Taylor time to get back into the closet. Lisa came again, when I stuck my finger in her pussy while I licked her clit.

My head was spinning, what just happened. My sister actually was licking my balls and jacked me off. What in the world was she thinking,

Lisa and I went to take a shower and I pretended I didn’t see any of it. Lisa never said a word about Taylor touching me or licking me. I was confused at this point. All Lisa said was she got the prefect view and I think she has a good idea of how to give a BJ. Now I am wondering if Lisa is keeping this from me because I will blame her for not stopping it or blame her for allowing it or maybe she is trying to protect me from the taboo of it all. I know we were all very high and somewhat drunk. Still, I didn’t like being lied to or having this kept from me.

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Rona Ambrose looked at the clock, 7 PM, it was time to get ready. She donned the required clothing, and stepped outside the big house, taking a deep breath. The night air was so clean, with a nip of the coming autumn season. She knew the address and set out on her way.

*****

At the address, John Meyer waited, excited and keyed up. Ever since he had been chosen, he had felt the wild stirrings of excitement. He wondered if it was really all right, but when his superiors explained it to him, he had relaxed. It was for the good of the organization.

*****

As she walked along, Rona recalled how her colleagues were advised and asked if they wanted to participate. When they were told it was for the good of the organization, she had decided that she was going to be in on it. And here it was, her night to participate. She turned the corner, and there it was, almost like it was beckoning to her. She had been directed to go around to the side, as the front door would be locked.

*****

John was ready, he was standing in the best space, easy to see and be seen. He know what to expect, and he trembled at the idea of what was about to happen.

*****

Just before she entered the building, Rona slipped a mask over her face, it was like a mask you’d see at the Mardi Gras. One of the rules is always to be masked, not let your face be seen, just do what was required of you, then leave.

*****

John watched her approach, his cock making a noticeable bulge under his clothes. The mask hid her well, he would not be able to tell who she was after she was gone.

*****

Rona stopped, almost touching, then she bowed her head, said a short prayer, and knelt. Her nun’s habit covered her, all that was visible was her mouth and her nose, and she was prepared to perform what the church called an act of “charity.”

*****

The church had been rocked by so many scandals of priests performing perverted acts, and sexual abuse. The council had decreed that the only way to remove the urges was to have them released like a safety gerçek resimli gaziantep escort valve, and nuns were interviewed and questioned as to whether they would like to act as “charity givers” to the priests, calling it an act of Christian charity.

*****

If there had been any worshippers in the seats, they would have been startled. In the apse of the church, right in front of them, a masked nun, kneeling before a priest, his hands parting his robes, and a hard eager cock appearing.

*****

John had been really pumped up, having a real nun, fully dressed in a nun’s habit, really made his cock surge. The idea of having her suck his cock, while still fully clothed in her nun’s habit, really hit the kink button, and he parted his robes.

*****

Rona stared at the offering, her body tingling. This was the first male organ she had ever seen. The last nun to dispense blowjobs, Sister Agnes, had told Rona what to expect, each nun would perform one blowjob every day for a month, going to the various churches, and sucking off the priest.

Just before her month as a “charity giver” was up, Sister Agnes had explained to Rona how and what to do, and when they were in private, she demonstrated on a carrot, how to suck a cock. Rona felt the wild side of what she was about to do rising up, and her head moved towards the target.

*****

Father John held his breath, as he looked down at her, closer and closer, then he felt the amazing sensation as her mouth opened, and slid down. She paused with just the cockhead in her mouth.

Sister Rona remembered what Sister Agnes had taught her, and she started to swirl her tongue around the cockhead, getting it wet and slippery, enjoying the Father’s grunts of pleasure. She then opened a bit wider, and pushed her mouth down, hearing the Father’s loud growl of approval, as she was able to swallow 5 of his 7 inches, before coming back up, and getting ready for the next bob.

“Bless you, my child,” gerçek resimli gaziantep escort bayan Father John murmured, as the Sister started to pick up a blowjob rhythm, starting to ride his pole with a wet, slick grip, her mouth so hot and wet, her tongue laving at his cock each time she bobbed her head down.

Sister Rona was bobbing her head up and down, remembering how she was told that her mouth would adjust, and to swallow as much as she could. She had 6 of his 7 inches, her mouth was stuffed, but she was now determined to get every last inch in.

*****

Father John could feel the hot rise, and as her mouth went down, taking in every last bit, he grunted, growled and his cock erupted.

*****

Sister Rona felt that first blast shoot straight down her throat, she quickly pulled back and felt 3 hot strings hit the roof of her mouth, she swallowed as his cock continued to pump more hot spunk, thick streams spewing all over her tongue.

*****

Father John had never felt anything as amazing as having a woman’s hot mouth around his cock, sucking and licking, taking his load, and swallowing it. The visual treat, of having one of the nuns taking his seed, still fully dressed in her habit, just made his cock pump and spew over and over until he was totally drained.

*****

Sister Rona kept his cock between her lips until she felt he had expelled every drop. The taste had been amazing, and she drew back with her lips tight until she released him. She stood up and bowed her head.

*****

Father John said softly, “Bless you, my child,” as he made the sign of the cross above her bowed head. She looked up at him, smiled, and that was her cue that it was time to leave. She turned and made her way to the side door, and quickly slipped from the church, removing her mask as the door closed behind her.

As she made her way back to the convent, she reflected on what had just transpired. It had felt naughty, sinful, but with the gerçek resimli gaziantep bayan escort Church putting their stamp of approval on it, it must be okay. She was to dispense the Christian “charity” for the next month, and she looked forward to helping many more priests to channel their baser needs, and stay on the path of righteousness.

*****

When she arrived, she went to her bed and attended to her needs. She knew that it was sinful, but ever since she was 18, she had felt the needs that could not be relieved by prayer, and one of the convent nuns, Sister Rachel, had taught her how to relieve those needs.

Feeling even more lust-filled, Sister Rona stripped naked, and instead of avoiding her reflection, she faced herself in the mirror. The sight of her nudity made her even hotter. If she had not been a nun, she probably would have been married in the conventional sense, now at the age of 25, she would have been an attractive wife.

She was 5’7″ tall, 120 pounds, with short brunette hair and deep brown eyes. She felt the tingles in her breasts, she couldn’t resist reaching up, cupping them, and caressing her perky nipples. Ohhh, the sensations started to make her body tingle, she took to her bed, and let her hands roam.

As she let her fingers glide all over her body, stroking and caressing her most intimate places, her head lolled back and her breaths grew deeper. Her hands wandered down, over her belly, down further, teasing through the curls of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She let out a soft moan as she found the pink trail, and her fingers slid down, feeling the wetness. She was extra wet, sucking off the Father had given her a boost of lust like she’d never felt before.

She imagined herself stripping completely naked, and letting the Father see her naked body while she sucked him. That was forbidden, as it could lead to sexual intercourse, which was what they were trying to prevent. But the fantasy, of being on her knees and naked as she performed the charity duties, made her body tremble, she knew she was ready, and she just went after her most secret spot, that hard bump. She stroked at it with her wet fingers and it took her, the waves of orgasm came quickly, wonderfully, and uncontrollably. She moaned and writhed on the bed, doing her best to stifle her cries of pleasure as she shook with blissful fulfillment.

As she drifted in that peaceful afterglow, she smiled. Performing her “charity” was going to be very rewarding, for all concerned.

The End

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When Kathy asked Will to join her panel for the Urban Archeology Association conference in Chicago, it was really just an excuse to reconnect with an old friend from grad school. Even though they shared the same field, their careers had taken dramatically different paths since they finished their PhDs at Columbia. Will had wound up with a job at a small, but well-respected liberal arts college. He had continued to do some research, but mostly summer digs on inconsequential sites—basically, field schools for undergraduate students to learn the ropes. Kathy had gotten a job at Princeton. Her larger than life personality and insane work ethic fueled a meteoric rise in the profession. She was the go-to expert for any archeological controversy, routinely serving as a talking head on CNN, Fox, PBS, BBC, etc.

When Will waltzed into the conference meeting room, Kathy saw that he hadn’t changed much in the five years since she’d last seen him. He was still thin and muscular. His short brown hair was thinning a bit, but he hadn’t foolishly tried to compensate with the stereotypical professor beard. At 6’4″, he was one of the few academics, who stood legitimately taller than her 5’11” frame.

“Hey, Kathy. How are you doin’?” Will called. “You look great.”

“Damn, right!” Kathy said, with a trademark laugh. Her cockiness was only half a joke. Kathy’s size intimidated most men. She was tall and big-boned, with voluptuous breasts that she neither tried to hide nor flaunt. That autumn day, she wore a conservative grey sweater, black slacks, and mid-rise heels that accentuated her height. Her red curls bounced at her shoulders, perfectly framing her freckled face and sleek glasses. Kathy even flipped her hair a bit, a move that annoyed the feminist in her, but was nonetheless effective.

Will laughed appreciatively at Kathy’s joke. They made small talk and introduced themselves to the other folks on the panel. Kathy was the chair, of course, and she would also comment on the papers. As the global expert, she rarely gave papers of her own at these conferences. In fact, her speaker fees ran into the thousands of dollars, and she was the president of the organization running the conference. Grad student acolytes and junior scholars buzzed around her like worker bees around their queen. Will busied himself prepping his presentation on his laptop, noticed by no one. Well, almost no one.

As the audience trickled into the meeting room, Will did a double-take. Was that Elaine, his former student, walking through the door? Will hadn’t seen Elaine for about a year. A decade earlier, she had been his student, but after graduation, she had gotten an MA at NYU and then gone into archeological consulting. When she showed up at his office hours out of the blue, ostensibly to catch up, she had consummated an old professor crush and knocked his socks off. They had fucked like bunnies in his office that evening—the one and only time he had ever done this. Will hoped that more of the same would follow, but alas, Elaine had once again disappeared from his life. Until now.

Elaine smiled and winked at Will as their eyes met—sure that no one else in the room had noticed her. She remained the petite, curvy professional with the short, asymmetrical haircut (dyed blue today) that Will still occasionally dreamed about. But one other person had noticed Elaine. Kathy caught Will’s double-take out of the corner of her eye as yet another a junior scholar tried desperately (and unsuccessfully) to impress her before the panel started. Then she followed Will’s eyes to catch the end of Elaine’s perky strut to a seat near the back of the room.

Kathy interrupted Will’s reverie intentionally with a staged throat clearing loud enough to unsettle a flock of pigeons on the street outside the conference hotel. Everyone turned to her as she said, “Let’s begin.”

Will presented last, and Kathy couldn’t help but notice that although he appeared attentive to the other scholars on the panel, Elaine’s presence had distracted him. When Will spoke, he gave a lackluster talk about a summer field school in Richmond that had revealed nothing important. Yet Elaine smiled and nodded supportively throughout the talk, clearly loyal to her former mentor.

More annoyed than she realized, Kathy ditched her prepared remarks that had killed Will with kindness. Instead, she savaged him as if he were a rival out for the same endowed chair. Will was so easy-going that he let the critique roll off his back with a shrug of mild agreement. He knew that he was no superstar and that the panel was out of his league. He was beyond caring. This frustrated Kathy to no end, but what could she do? She needed to light a fire under his ass.

After a brief Q&A, audience members crowded around Kathy and the other panelists to talk about their cutting-edge research. Elaine was the only person to approach Will. Listening with one ear, Kathy heard her ask him about the scholarly literature related to his talk. Elaine dutifully wrote down the names of authors she might look gaziantep rus escort up later. Then she leaned over, flashing her ample cleavage, and asked Will to check the spelling of one name, pointing to a line that clearly read, “Midnight? Room number?” Will quickly picked up on the game. “That’s close, but it’s actually spelled like this…” He wrote: “Yes! 2132.” “Thanks, professor.” Elaine said, taking back her notes and pen. Then she walked away, swaying her wide hips, so that her skirt swished back and forth seductively against her black tights.

The last of the well-wishers and sycophants departed, leaving Kathy and Will alone. “So professor,” she said with a hint of snark, “are we still on for dinner and drinks, or do you have other plans?” Will feigned ignorance of the snarky reference and enthused: “Of course, we’re still on. That’s why I came to Chicago! Let’s paint the town red.”

This was the Will that Kathy remembered. The up-for-anything buddy that kept her sane and (mostly) grounded in grad school. They agreed to meet in the lobby after ditching laptops and conference swag in their respective hotel rooms. On the elevator ride down from her room, Kathy lost herself in a favorite memory of Will.

Back in grad school, their nerdy crew had rented a lake house for Labor Day weekend before what would turn out to be their last year all together. Their buddy Darren brought a bag of shrooms to help kick off the weekend right. The shrooms altered an already beautiful lakeside sunset into a life changing experience. As the sun sank to the horizon west of their rental house, the lake seemed to catch fire and the trees burned into black silhouettes.

Wine and shrooms made everyone more than a little loopy. As night fell, the crew stripped off their clothes and went skinny dipping in the bracingly cool water. One minute everyone was splashing around, doing cannonballs off of the floating dock into the inky black water, the next minute, Kathy and Will found themselves alone.

Will laid back on the floating dock, gazing up at the stars. “I’m tripping balls,” he said, closing his eyes to revel in the sensation. Lying next to him, Kathy propped herself up on one elbow, eyeing her friend as if for the first time. Without thinking, she walked her fingers down Will’s wet abdomen from his bellybutton. “I’m tripping cock,” she said, with a hoarse laugh. Will tensed. “Shhhh,” Kathy whispered. Will realized that he’d never heard her whisper. She stroked him, and within seconds, he was hard. He tried to turn to look at Kathy, but she closed his eyes with a kiss.

Tracing the muscles of Will’s chest with her tongue, Kathy slowly made her way down his body. Her breasts brushed against his stomach. He involuntarily thrust upwards a bit. She pushed him back down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his circumcised dick. He moaned with pleasure. Kathy continued to stroke with her hand as she drifted further down to work on Will’s balls. Will grabbed Kathy’s shoulders and pulled her freckled face up to his, kissing her passionately and pulling their bodies together.

Just then, they rolled off the dock. The cold water shocked them out of their lusty reverie. Perhaps having second thoughts, Will came to the surface and yelled, “Race ya’!” before swimming back toward shore. “Not so fast, mister,” Kathy said. She had been a champion freestyle sprinter in college, and she caught him in no time. “Where do you think you’re going?” “To get some more wine?” Will responded weekly.

They were in shallow enough water to stand now, and Kathy said, “I don’t think so.” She planted a huge kiss on his lips and then ordered, “Not before you fuck me.” She literally dragged him back to the floating dock. Within a few seconds, they were wrapped in each other’s arms again. The last thing she remembered of that night was Will entering her gently and then fucking her deeply until her screams of pleasure echoed around the lake.

xxx

“Ding,” the elevator signaled that it had reached the lobby. Thank god Kathy had been alone in that ride. She had started touching herself at the memory of the lake house liaison with Will.

Speak of the devil, there he was across the lobby, waiting … alone in a crowd as usual. Half a dozen people waved to Kathy as she walked to greet her wallflower. She planted an innocent peck on his cheek. “Ready?”

Dinner at a low key, dimly lit Indian restaurant supplemented with cocktails was just what the doctors ordered. Kathy and Will fell into their old dorky/jokey rhythm as if grad school (and the lake house) were only yesterday. A short bar crawl followed. Kathy brushed off several colleagues, who tried to join them with: “We were just leaving.” Each time, Will looked on, bemused and increasingly drunk. Finally, at around 11:30, he stood up, swayed a bit, and announced that he’d better head back.

“Got a hot date, huh?” Kathy said, a little angrier than she meant to let on.

“Yeah, something like that,” Will gaziantep rus escort bayan replied sheepishly.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Kathy waved her hands in front of her body.

“Hardly,” Will managed, as he focused on downing the last swig of his drink and fishing out his wallet. He tried to manage all of this without ogling his friend, but failed on that score. She did look fine.

“Don’t you everthinkaboutthosenights at the lake house?” Kathy slurred into his ear as they huddled together against the increasingly brisk autumn night.

“Sure, but things are different now … complicated.” That was Will’s first subtle reference to Kathy’s failing marriage to another Princeton professor. A messy separation and looming custody battle for their two young kids had been the subject of much gossip at the conference. Because Will was such a loner, he had only heard bits and pieces of it. Enough to know that Kathy was hurting more than she let on and that a quick fuck with an old friend was probably the last thing she needed right now, whether she realized it or not.

For the first time, Kathy found herself speechless. Will hugged her and they leaned on each other for support as they staggered drunkenly back to the conference hotel. The heavy silence lingered as they rode the elevator together. Will held the door open as he gave Kathy one last long hug. She leaned in for a kiss, and he obliged grudgingly. The elevator began to ding-angry at them for holding the door. Will realized that his hand had strayed down Kathy’s back to her large, round ass. “It doesn’t seem like you want to go,” Kathy said, impishly stroking her hand across the front of his pants. Will somehow managed to break away and said a quick goodnight, breathing a sigh of relief as the door closed behind him, but horny as hell.

Kathy turned and walked unsteadily back to her room, thinking that Will was right to bring the night to a close. She fumbled with the key card for several minutes before managing to get into her room. As a jet set academic, she’d stayed in literally hundreds of these hotel rooms over the years. Sometimes, she felt like a traveling saleswoman. Not tonight. Tonight, the usual lonely sadness was tinged with white, hot lust. Kathy kicked off her heels and stripped down to her bra and panties, a matching green lace set that was meant for Will’s eyes. Damn, him! No, fuck him. That’s what she wanted, and that’s what she was going to get. Screw that petite, little punk. Come to think of it, maybe she’d do that too!

xxx

A few shots from the mini-bar for courage and thirty minutes later, a very drunk Kathy was pounding on Will’s hotel room door. “I know you’re in there, mister! Open up!”

Will took his sweet time answering. He cracked the door just enough to see Kathy’s beautiful, bloodshot green eyes behind her slightly-askew glasses. She was barefoot and clad seemingly in only a fuzzy hotel robe.

“I’m coming in!” she demanded.

“Um, I’m, uh, with someone,” Will stuttered, glancing back into the room.

“I know damn well you are,” Kathy raged. “I saw you arrange this rendezvous earlier today.” She surprised Will by pushing her way past him into the room, running roughshod over his polite, futile protests.

Kathy came face to face with Elaine, who was sitting on the king-sized bed that dominated the small room. In spite of the hour, Elaine was still very much put together, wearing the same skirt, tights, and white blouse that she had on earlier. This time, Kathy was drunk enough to give her a true once over. She had fashionable glasses and a pretty, round face beneath that shock of cool, blue hair. Her tight, white blouse was just a bit small, perhaps intentionally, the buttons straining just at her bosoms and belly. Sitting awkwardly on the bed, her skirt rode up high around her thick thighs, catching on the tights.

“So, Will ditched me for you?” Kathy said, confrontationally.

“I guess so,” Elaine replied, stone cold sober and trying to defuse the situation. Elaine was confident young woman who owed no obeisance to a superstar academic like Kathy. Sure, Elaine knew of Kathy. Everyone in American archeology did, but when Elaine left the Academy and started her own consulting firm, she stopped being star struck by “famous” professors.

“Kathy, I didn’t ‘ditch’ you for anyone,” Will broke in. “I had a great time with you tonight, but I planned to meet up with Elaine later. I know you have a big day of meetings tomorrow. I’m finished with my part of the conference, and I haven’t seen Elaine in a while…” He trailed off.

Kathy had opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. Even though she swayed dangerously, she was still a stunning sight to behold. Kathy was no model, too much meat on her bones for that thankfully. Her green eyes, flaming red hair, and freckled skin worked perfectly with the green lace panties and bra. In fact, she began to unclasp the bra and her large areola peeked above the escort rus gaziantep emerald green material. Elaine and Will simultaneously gasped in appreciation.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Kathy announced, regaining her footing both literally and metaphorically. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of the both of you tonight … with no strings attached. Because that’s what I need. Judging by the looks on your faces, I won’t have to twist your arms.”

Kathy walked over to Will and unbuckled his belt, pulling his shirt up his torso in one smooth motion. Will had a little more of a belly than he had at 25, but he still looked good, chest chiseled by obsessive trips to the gym. Kathy kissed that chest just as she had in the middle of the lake twenty years earlier.

Will looked apologetically at Elaine as if to say, “What can I do?” Elaine mouthed, “It’s ok.” Bless her, he thought. Thank God, she was so cool! This was going to be emotionally messy and physically messier, but Will decided to go with it.

Kathy continued to disrobe Will surprisingly gracefully given her state of inebriation. She threw Will down on the bed, bouncing Elaine into the air a bit and making her laugh.

“Something funny,” Kathy slurred. “Just for that, you’re going to do a strip tease for us!”

Truth be told, Elaine had a thing for mild BDSM, and she liked playing the submissive. She’d just never done it for a woman like Kathy before. So dutifully, Elaine obeyed. She sat on the edge of the bed and swiveled as best she could to give Will and Kathy a profile view. She took her time unbuttoning her blouse. Elaine had nearly the same size breasts as Kathy on a much smaller frame. Kathy began to gently stroke Will as Elaine undressed. With her shirt and bra off, Elaine’s breasts balanced perfectly on her round belly. Perhaps it was clear by now to both women that Will was into Rubenesque figures. Elaine played on this, bending over to show off her impressive ass as she slowly peeled off her skirt, tights, and panties.

“Well done,” Kathy said. “Now, reach into the pocket of that robe and find the present I brought for you.” Elaine did, being sure to spread her legs as she bent down to retrieve the robe from the floor. Kathy let out an audible breath as she saw the pink lips of Elaine’s pussy peak out from the place where Elaine’s large thighs kissed one another. Will almost came right then, grabbing Kathy’s hand and forcing her to stop stroking him. Elaine laughed again when she reached into the pocket of the robe and pulled out a sleek little dildo.

“Oh, you mean this?” she said, starting to get into the game. “What would my mistress like me to do with this?”

“Just warm it up for me between those beautiful legs of yours,” Kathy said. “I’ll be needing it in just a minute.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“See how a good little sub acts,” Kathy said, turning to Will. “You could learn a thing or too.”

“Um, yes, … mmmmistress,” Will said, taking a little too long to respond.

Kathy slapped him surprisingly hard on the ass. He howled in pain and pleasure.

“We had dinner, but it’s time for you to have dessert.” Kathy grabbed Will’s head roughly and positioned it between her legs. “Take those off with your teeth,” she ordered, waving at her panties.

Will complied, although it took a long time because he was unpracticed and still more than a little tipsy. Unlike Elaine, whose pussy was cleanly shaved, Kathy had an impressive mound of red hair between her legs. It nearly matched Will’s unshorn hippy-ish nether region. But it was, of course, more beautiful for all of the variations of red—reminiscent of a long-ago, lakeshore sunset, Will thought.

Across the bed, Elaine thought to herself how wonderfully strange this evening turned out to be. It was much better than she had hoped for already, and the night was still young!

xxx

Watching one professor eat out another did not show up in the official conference program as an event, but to Elaine, it definitely made the meeting’s steep registration fee worth every penny. Kathy threw back her head and played with her breasts as Will licked her labia and clit with increasing abandon. Elaine began to rub the dildo between her legs as ordered, feeling her pussy grow wetter and wetter with anticipation. Kathy cocked open one eye and ordered, “Get over here and join us!”

Elaine was only too happy to comply. As Will continued to pleasure Kathy with his tongue, Elaine reached between his legs and began stroking his cock. Will began to grunt and thrust.

“Switch places, you two.” Kathy ordered.

Elaine had been with women, but she was no expert. Kathy guided her hand with the dildo toward her red muff and wet vagina. “Now, Will, discipline your little punk girlfriend, while she fucks me!” Elaine slid the dildo slowly into Kathy as Will positioned himself behind her. She felt will stroking her ass. “No, I think spanking is more appropriate for this little minx,” Kathy corrected. Will started off with what were really weak pats. “You can do better than that!” Will brought his hand down with a loud smack on Elaine’s right cheek, which jiggled seductively at his blow. She squealed in surprise, even though she knew what was coming. Then, she began fucking Kathy harder with the dildo. “That’s right, I want to feel it!!” Will spanked Elaine again, leaving a slight red tint to her pale skin.

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Je remercie Cathartico de m’avoir permis se traduire son histoire “Jessica’s Change Management” que vous pouvez trouver sur la partie anglophone de ce site.

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*** Semaine 3 — Mercredi ***

Une fois de plus, mon réveil commence à sonner à 6h30 le matin. Un autre jour de la vie de Miss BRATZ, le jouet de luxe des stagiaires va commencer. Un autre jour où je vais me rendre au centre commercial avant le travail pour améliorer mon apparence de salope.

Après avoir pris une douche, je m’habille. Sans trop réfléchir, je choisis des sous-vêtements osés. Après ma tenue sexy d’hier, j’opte pour autre chose, une tenue suggestive.

Il s’agit d’un corset en simili cuir noir qui ne couvre pas les seins. Devant il est maintenu par des rubans rouge foncé qui laissent une fine bande de peau depuis le milieu de mon ventre plat. Ce corset est si serré qu’il me laisse à peine respirer et me fait une taille extrêmement fine tout en soulevant mes seins jusqu’au menton. Quel vêtement pervers!

Des jarretières ajustables sont attachées au corset. J’ajoute donc des bas noirs à coutures à ma tenue. En plus du corset pervers, je mets un chemisier en satin noir. Puis pour accompagner ce style cuir, je choisis un costume en cuir bordeaux avec une jupe crayon qui arrive au genou. Le costume et le chemisier sont vraiment serrés. Cette tenue ne montre pas beaucoup de peau, mais beaucoup de courbes. Dans l’ensemble, elle a l’air chic même si ça semble un peu extravagant.

Juste au moment où elle finit de s’habiller elle reçoit un SMS de Daniel : « Je te veux en poupée étincelante. Donc mets des accessoires flashy, petit animal de compagnie »

Bon sang, l’ajout de bijoux scintillants au costume en cuir serré va transformer sa tenue chic en tenue voyante. De plus, le port de bijoux flashy va déjà me faire ressembler à une poupée glamour et va rendre encore plus difficile de trouver d’autres améliorations de salope.

Malgré ma réticence, j’ajoute à ma tenue chic des chaussures pointus rouge foncé avec un talon de douze centimètres et des semelles avec brillants. Elles attirent l’œil à coup sûr. Bien sûr, j’ajoute le bracelet avec la petite règle en argent sur mon poignet droit et la chaîne avec les petits dés sur mon poignet gauche.

La tenue semble un peu extravagante maintenant, mais reste assez chic. Toutefois les accessoires ajoutent une touche légère. La tenue est sexy au premier regard, mais devient plus vicieuse quand on regarde de plu près. Daniel va adorer.

Pendant que je conduis pour aller au centre commercial, je repasse dans ma tête toutes mes options. Je peux teindre mes cheveux en blond, acheter un collier ou me faire un piercing. Mais aucune de ces trois choses me plaît. Cependant, ma décision est prise depuis que je suis sorte de mon lit.

J’ai décidé de me faire mettre un piercing, plus précisément un anneau au nombril. Après tout cette accessoire est un équipement de bas pour une bimbo au bureau non?

Donc je me dirige vers le salon de tatouage. En entrant je vois que je suis la seule cliente, ce qui n’est pas surprenant, car il est tôt.

Le tatoueur s’approche tout de suite de moi. Il a mon âge avec une silhouette athlétique et il arbore une coupe de cheveux hérissés. Bien sûr, ses bars sont couverts de tatouages. Il me montre toutes ses créations en essayant de me persuader d’en acheter certaines. Mais même si je décline son offre, il continue.

Il est évident qu’il ne me prend pas au sérieux. Les bijoux et la tenue en cuir moulante doivent lui faire penser que je suis une bimbo si stupide qu’elle doit faire étalage de ses atouts pour attirer l’attention des hommes. Si seulement il savait à quel point je déteste ce genre de fille. Je me suis toujours efforcé d’être le total opposé.

– Hi hi hi! Je ne sais pas! Je ne suis pas venue pour ça! Réponds-je quand il me montre un dessin d’un tatouage.

Habituellement j’aurai engueulé ce gars qui me prend pour une idiote. Mais je ne fais que rire bêtement, renforçant ainsi son impression que je suis une stupide bimbo. A chaque fois qu’il me montre un autre dessin de tatouage, il devient plus audacieux et se rapproche de moi jusqu’à ce que ses jambes touchent presque les miennes. Pourtant je fais comme si je ne voyais rien au lieu de le réprimander. Je ne peux même pas penser à quelque chose d’intelligent à lui dire pour le remettre à sa place.

Pendant tout ce temps, je regarde les anneaux exposés dans le magasin. Le choix est immense, avec plein de styles, de matières et de couleurs. Mon cœur bat à toute vitesse. C’est ma décision. Je dois vivre avec, mais je dois aussi faire plaisir à mon homme et convaincre les autres stagiaires. C’est pourquoi il ne peut s’agir que d’un simple anneau. Il faut que ce soit spectaculaire et époustouflant pour satisfaire les gars.

– Mon copain aime que sa copine soit glamour et à la mode. Pouvez-vous me conseiller sur un type d’anneau pour le nombril qu’il pourrait aimer? Dis-je finalement au tatoueur.

Mon gaziantep swinger Dieu! J’ai vraiment l’air d’une bimbo idiote en ce moment. J’ai presque mis mon index avec son ongle long et scintillant sur mes lèvres pour avoir l’air encore plus stupide.

Bien sûr, l’homme est plus que désireux de m’aider et il me suggère un anneau très large.

– Avec vos boucles d’oreille, vous êtes déjà bien fantaisiste. Et donc vous avez besoin de quelque chose de spécial pour vous démarquer si vous voulez surprendre votre petit ami. Me dit-il avec un sourire vicieux sur le visage.

Je ne peux pas manquer d’entendre le sarcasme dans sa voix. Ça me donne la chair de poule et pendant un moment j’envisage de quitter le magasin. Cependant, cette situation dégradante me fait réagir d’une façon complètement différente. Au lieu de fuit, je rigole bêtement.

– Hi h ihi! Vous avez tellement raison! Mon Dieu!

Je suppose que ce n’est pas arrivé souvent qu’une femme mature en costume de cuir sexy entre dans sa boutique pour acheter un piercing sexy.

Après m’avoir montré cinq articles différents, le sixième me tape l’œil instantanément. C’est un piercing de nombril qui pend, En le voyant je sais que je le veux. C’est une petite chaîne de quatre centimètres de long avec un cœur creux scintillant suspendu sur lequel est écrit le mot « MISSY » centré au milieu. De plus, la chaîne et le cœur sont accentués par de minis pierres scintillantes. Mais ce qui me décide c’est le mot « MISSY ». Daniel adore m’appeler Miss Allumeuse ou Miss Pute de Bureau donc ce mot va très bien.

Et mince, c’est peut-être exagéré! C’est parfait pour une vraie bimbo. Mais c’est aussi parfait pour une amélioration de ma transformation en poupée de luxe.

Oui, c’est vicieux, mais je le veux quand même. Je me souviens des regards étonnés que m’avaient lancé les garçons quand j’avais révélé le Vajazzling. Je veux plus, je veux les impressionner une fois de plus et ce bijou est parfait pour ça.

Le tatoueur prend son temps pour percer mon nombril. Il affiche un sourire vicieux quand il voit mon corset. Son sourire s’élargit encore plus quand il voit les tatouages bruns et le vajazzling. De toute évidence son impression d’avoir devant lui une bimbo idiote est maintenant confirmée.

Le piercing posé, je remets mon corset en laissant la chaîne ornée de brillants et le cœur se balancer sur les rubans entrecroisés. Après tout je dois m’assurer que les stagiaires puissent voir mon amélioration de salope non?

En me regardant lutter avec le corset pour mettre mon piercing de nombril bien en vue, le tatoueur renifle avec amusement. Contrairement à mes réactions habituelles, ça me pousse à m’habiller que plus lentement.

Quand je ne fais que payer et que je me retourne pour sortir du salon en chancelant sur mes hauts talons rouges, je peux voir la déception dans ses yeux. Apparemment, il s’attendait à ce que je lui offre une fellation ou autre chose pour obtenir une réduction du pris. Quel connard! Quelle impression devais-je lui avoir donné!

A chacun de mes pas, je sens le bijou se balancer lourdement sur mon nombril et taper contre ma chair sensible. C’est un rappel constant. En regardant mon corps, je remarque que les contours du cœur sont clairement visibles sur le tissu noir de mon chemisier en satin. Heureusement, je porte la veste en cuir bordeaux par-dessus et ça reste caché.

Le piercing est génial, mais je sais que ce n’est pas suffisant pour compléter mes améliorations par rapport à hier. J’ai besoin d’autre chose. A l’extérieur du salon de tatouage, je me regarde dans une vitrine pour vérifier mon apparence et mes yeux tombent sur le bracelet avec les dés. Me souvenir du cadeau de Daniel me donne soudainement une idée.

Il m’avait donné ce bracelet pour me rappeler le défi que j’avais exécuté et ça marchait. Le simple fait de le regarder à ce moment me rappelle le jeu des dés et envoie des picotements dans ma chatte. Aujourd’hui, je vais suivre son exemple et m’acheter un bijou pour me rappeler le défi d’hier.

Je vais donc à la bijouterie que j’avais visitée avec Daniel lors de notre shopping. Il me faut un certain temps pour trouver une babiole qui convienne. Après tout, quel genre de bijou puis-je associer au jeu pierre-papier-ciseau? Mon esprit ne trouve pas facilement.

Donc je parcours les vitrines jusqu’à ce qu’un objet attire mon attention. Il est parfait. Il s’agit une chaîne composée de maillons en argent. Un petit cristal scintillant et craquelé y est attaché. Ce petit rocher va être le symbole parfait.

– En mettant le bijou autour du cou, le cristal se niche juste au milieu de mes nichons relevés. Il glisse presque entre. Ce collier met totalement ma poitrine en valeur. Un super piercing et un collier bien voyant, je suis plus que satisfaire de les améliorations de la journée.

Quand j’arrive au bureau il est encore tôt. J’ai fait mes nouveaux achats plus rapidement swinger escort gaziantep que prévu. Habituellement je ne suis pas une lève-tôt. Mais aujourd’hui ça ne me dérange pas, car je suis contente que les bureaux ne soient pas encore occupés.

La plupart des employés ne commencent à travailler qu’à neuf heures du matin. Donc ils ne vont arriver que dans trente minutes environ. Toutefois les stagiaires doivent être là, car ils commencent à huit heures pour prépare les dossiers et effectuer des tâches de routine.

En me dirigeant vers leur bureau, mes talons hauts cliquettent sur le parquet et annoncent mon arrivée. D’une certaine manière, ce son me fait sentir importante et sexy en même temps. Quelques mètres avant le bureau des stagiaires, je plie mon dos pour que mes seins remontent. Ce n’est pas vraiment la peine étant donné comme ils sont déjà remontés par le corset. Puis je me mets à marcher comme un mannequin qui défile afin de bien mettre en valeur ma tenue moulante et mes bijoux étincelants.

Quand j’entre, les garçons s’arrêtent de bavarder et me regardent. Ils vérifient ma tenue et hochent la tête avec approbation. Ils n’ont pas l’air aussi étonnés et déconcertés qu’hier, ce qui me provoque une pincée de déception.

Donc je marche rapidement de stagiaire en stagiaire, je me penche sur les bureaux et je tortille mon cul pour montrer le cuir bordeaux brillant qui moule étroitement mes fesses et accentue pleinement mes courbes. Après avoir fait le tour, j’enlève ma veste en cuir bordeaux et je la jette à Daniel. Déboutonnant le chemisier en satin noir, je dévoile le corset sans manches en faux cuir noir qui remonte mes seins nus.

– Hé hé! La salope est si fière de ses gros nichons qu’elle les pousse jusqu’au menton! Commente Justin avec un petit rire vicieux.

– Ouais, ça a l’air complètement idiot! Mais bon, si tu n’as que ça, il vaut mieux l’exhiber non? Ajoute Matt avec son ironie habituelle.

Mais je décide de ne pas me laisser intimider :

– Vous vouliez quelque chose de permanent comme amélioration de salope. C’est ici!

Je pointe alors avec mes longs faux ongles, l’anneau de nombril suspendu au-dessus des rubans entrecroisés. En bougeant mes hanches, je fais osciller le cœur creux de gauche à droite. Il scintille dans toute sa splendeur sous les néons.

– Regardez qui est fière d’être « Missy, le jouet de luxe »! Tu veux le montrer à tout le monde n’est-ce pas? J’aime ça! Dit Daniel.

Mais Matt intervient de nouveau :

– Non ce n’est pas ça! Cette stupide putain ne peut tout simplement pas mémoriser son nom. C’est pourquoi elle doit l’avoir sur elle pour s’en rappeler.

Wouah, quel commentaire odieux! Même si j’ai envie de grimacer sur cette remarque, je fais de mon mieux pour l’ignorer. Daniel aime ce piercing et c’est tout ce qui compte.

– Comment aimez-vous mon collier les garçons?

Je passe mes ongles longs sur mes seins avant de pointer la chaîne en argent avec le petit cristal en ajoutant :

– Ce rocher est un symbole pour le défi d’hier.

– Écoutez-la, maintenant le petit animal de compagnie nous imite. Dit Daniel pour me narguer et souligner que c’est son idée que j’ai volée.

Et il continue :

– Toutefois c’est un jour qui doit étinceler et je ne vois pas assez de paillettes.

Quoi? Je regarde mon homme avec incrédulité. Pas assez de paillettes? Je porte des boucles d’oreilles brillantes, un anneau de nombril brillant et des talons ornés de faux diamants. Ça devrait être suffisant. Le latino continue avec un sourire moqueur :

– Tu sais ce que l’on dit? Mieux vaut prévenir que guérir! Mais comme je sais que je ne peux pas compter sur une pute de bureau, nous avons un autre cadeau pour toi. Hé Taylor, montre à Missy ce que nous avons pour elle.

Il n’a pas besoin de le dire deux fois au stagiaire noir. Sa timidité et ses réticences disparaissent de jour en jour. Il ne veut pas se montrer différent alors il suit les autres stagiaires.

S’approchant de moi, il me présente deux bracelets glamours. Ce sont des brassards avec deux rangées de faux diamants et une attache en forme de cœur en argent qui viennent s’ajouter à mes autres bracelets.

– Héhé, elle est décorée comme un arbre de Noël. Ca va bien avec cet anneau de nombril scintillant. Pourtant nous pouvons faire mieux non? Dit Daniel sur un ton satisfait.

Sur ces mots Justin se lève et s’approche de moi. Il me présente un ensemble de bracelets de cheville assortis. Ils ont aussi deux rangées de faux diamants et une attache en forme de cœur en argent. Il me les attache autour de mes chevilles.

Il repart s’asseoir sur sa chaise. Les gars me laissent debout au milieu de leur bureau pendant plusieurs minutes avec mon chemisier ouvert pour montrer mon corset noir qui relève mes seins.

Avec eux rangées de faux diamants, les quatre bracelets sont plutôt fins et ont l’air plus luxueux que snob. Pourtant ils gaziantep swinger bayan sont beaucoup trop voyants et étincelants avec une tenue de bureau. Ils sont plus adaptés aux sorties. Mes collègues vont sûrement se demander pourquoi je suis décorée ainsi.

Avec tout ce bling-bling sur moi, je me doute quels seront les premiers mots qui leur viendront en me voyant, et sûrement pas directrice en entreprise. Tout collègue me regardant pensera d’abord au sexe et au travail en dernier. Debout au milieu du bureau des stagiaires, ce n’est pas Madame ADDAMS, chef d’entreprise adjointe, mais Miss BRATZ, la poupée glamour.

Comment suis-je supposée de parler de ces changements? En fait, je n’ai pas à le faire. Mon travail parle de lui-même. Je n’ai à prouver à personne mes qualités de dirigeantes. Je peux me permettre un peu d’extravagance. De plus cette entreprise est un monde d’hommes, je dois donc me démarquer pour éviter de passer inaperçue.

– Hé les gars, je parie que cette petite garce aurait aimé encore plus les autres babioles. Dit Daniel à ses amis stagiaires alors que je reste immobile au milieu du bureau.

– J’ai eu du mal à choisir le bon cadeau. Tu veux voir les autres? Me demande-t-il.

Sans attendre ma réponse, le latino affiche sur son ordinateur un site web d’une boutique en ligne. Comme il ne m’a pas autorisée à quitter la pièce, je dois attendre pendant qu’il ouvre plusieurs liens dans de nouveaux onglets.

Mes yeux s’écarquillent et je ne peux m’empêcher de laisser échapper un petit cri quand je vois les photos. Il y a divers accessoires de beauté pour femmes. Cependant « femme » n’est pas le bon terme. Sur les photos, il y a surtout des bimbos avec des seins en silicone, de longs faux ongles, des lèvres retouchées et un bronzage fait par UV qui présentent des bijoux bien voyants et très vulgaires.

La première image montre une bimbo glamour avec de longs cheveux raides blond platine teintés avec des reflets rouges qui porte une paire de manchettes en strass similaires aux miennes. Toutefois elles sont deux fois plus larges avec quatre rangées de faux diamants. De plus, chaque manchette a une chaîne qui y est attachée et qui est reliée à un tour du cou en strass si large qu’il recouvre entièrement le cou de la bimbo blonde.

La combinaison des bijoux avec la bimbo sexy est si parfaite qu’elle me coupe le souffle. Il n’y a aucun moyen de cacher ces chaînes. De plus c’est un signe clair de soumission.

La deuxième photo montre un modèle avec de longs cheveux noirs teints et des sourcils minces sculptés en virgule provocatrice portant un ensemble en faux diamants. Il est essentiellement composé de deux chaînes ornées de diamants attachées aux faux seins par des petites pinces. Les chaînes convergent vers une autre à la taille sur laquelle est écrit horizontalement le mot « BARBIE » en strass.

Quelle tenue vicieuse et détournée? Une tenue d’esclave! Qui dans le monde peut porter quelque chose comme ça?

La troisième photo montre un autre mannequin arborant une coiffure blonde avec un genre de cravate composée d’un tour de cou en strass, un nœud identique et un tombé en strass. Quelle version perverse d’un accessoire d’habillement de bureau. C’était si éblouissant que c’était presque aveuglant. De plus c’était si long que ça reposait entre le décolleté de cette bimbo blonde et ça pouvait être utilisé comme une laisse.

D’accord, après avoir regardé ces photos, je dois dire que mes bracelets de chevilles et mes manchettes étaient un meilleur choix. En comparaison ils étaient discrets. Aucune des autres pièces n’aurait été convenable pour le bureau.

– Regardez toutes ces salopes si bien habillées et stylisées. C’est ce que notre poupée de bureau devrait viser. Fait remarquer Justin avec un petit rire.

Chaque fibre de mon corps proteste conte son commentaire. Ce n’est pas ce que je veux! J’ai toujours été fière de ma taille, de ma grosse poitrine et de mes cheveux châtains. Je n’ai pas besoin de seins en silicone ni de cheveux teints. D’un autre côté j’ai déjà un faux bronzage, des faux ongles longs, et des bijoux qui étincellent. En soupirant, je réalise que la différence n’est pas aussi grande que je l’ai pensé.

Pendant que les garçons continuent de parcourir d’autres photos de mannequins, je commence à m’inquiéter. Des gouttes de sueur se forment sur mon front. Il est maintenant neuf heures du matin. A chaque seconde qui passe, un collègue peut arriver. Il se demanderait sûrement ce que je fais au milieu du bureau des stagiaires sans ma veste de costume.

– Tu ne veux pas connaître le défi d’aujourd’hui? Me demande finalement Daniel quand je commence à passer d’un pied sur l’autre à cause de ma nervosité.

– C’est au tour de Matt aujourd’hui! Ajoute-t-il.

Ces paroles me rendent encore plus nerveuse. Bien sûr c’est au tour de cet enfoiré. C’est lui qui m’a causé le plus d’ennuis jusqu’à présent. Mais il ne m’a pas encore choisi de défi. J’avais totalement oublié.

– Je parie que tu es pressée de savoir comment nous faire plaisir, hein Miss BRATZ? Demande Matt en se moquant tout de suite de moi.

Je sens une vague de soumission me submerger lorsqu’il m’appelle par ce surnom.

– S’il vous plaît Monsieur, dites à votre animal de compagnie comment elle peut vous plaire! Demandé-je gentiment à ce salaud arrogant.

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Continuation of the Jessy19/DanDresden story about a boyfriend and brother with the same name.

The news blaring on the television caught my attention. The weather had taken a turn for the worse. Much worse. A late year, almost Thanksgiving moist tropical depression was advancing from the Gulf, heading toward an assault with a cold ‘Norther’ storm carrying freezing temperatures. They were predicted to clash in southern Arkansas, above the Texarkana border. Snow in Dallas was almost a certainty.

I remembered the intermittent drizzle during the week and the way the locker room had smelled like a swamp. Reality sunk in when I realized the team bus route would have taken them in direct line to nature’s battleground. In spite a Fury’s plans and promises, who would be able to take care of Quinn? How could WE reach him?

My life changed in the blink of an eye. The previous weekend of heartwarming and sexually satisfying affairs, now replaced with a dull fear of what might happen now; I was grateful to have still pictures to capture the ‘times of my life.’

Without time for reflection, I started carelessly packing, jamming, or cramming things into a backpack. I threw back on Fury’s grey sweats, again without bra or panties. Saying our quick goodbyes, we set out on the journey, before I had a chance to recant. Company would be welcome with Nick driving and Kate riding shotgun.

The Jeep pulled up to Kate’s apartment complex. Nick Fury went to get her. I sat glued to my seat trying to put on a good face. I didn’t want to be left to myself. I had begun dragging fingers through my hair repeatedly; all of that beautiful brushing gone to waste. By the time Nick Fury and Kate returned with her gear, my mind replayed an image of Nick Quinn lying unconscious on the ground. Mouth filled with saliva I could hardly speak to say hello to Kate.

Nick gently grasped my hands together with his right hand while drawing the hood of my sweatshirt over my head with the left. He then shuffled me into the backseat with Kate. She made a little fort with a blanket, like when we would snuggle together on a sleepover. Quinn’s Jacket over our shoulders made a neat package.

Rocking me in her arms, Kate whispered encouragement and hummed sweet melodies. Surrendering my anxiety, I closed my eyes and tried to rest, but slumber would not take me. “Hold me” I told Kate, “I’m too old for lullabies.” Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, Kate reached into my sweatshirt to embrace my breasts firmly into her warm hands. Without hesitation her thumbs circled my areola, tapping a steady pattern that matched the beat of rain drops against the metal roof.

Grasping the precious ring on the chain inside my top with one hand, she pulled down my bottoms with the other. She then pulled me into her lap until my sex rubbed against the crotch of her bottoms. A favorite song – ‘Wish I Knew You’ by the Revivalists played over the radio as Kate began to rake our pussies in a scizzor pattern. This was an entirely new feeling for me, but she was experienced and played me like a bow and string. Because this was Kate, I didn’t question her motives and basked in the glow of devotion. She turned my face back into a kiss as our tongues and bodies danced to the music. The music and car noise drowned out my sighs as I came hard. The distraction brought me back to the present; then the memory of the song and it’s new meaning kept repeating. I couldn’t chase it from my mind.

Kate drifted off to sleep gaziantep escortları but I stayed awake for what seemed to be a long time. As I readjusted with clothes and laid on my back, my eyes followed ever-changing shafts of light, alternating with shadows on the ceiling from passing streetlamps and traffic signals. Bored, I tied to imagine the shifting patterns as one of my parent’s reel to reel travelogues they brought back after vacations. Nick and I used to replay them, adding the most ridiculous dialogue, playing off each other.

Finally, I threw off the coat as I was boiling and sat up to stretch my legs. Kate shot up with a start. “How long have I been asleep?” she asked to which Nick answered, “three hours.” Outside it was completely dark. The rain had temporarily let up, allowing us to hear each other.

“Tell us a story:” pleaded Kate. I suspected she was trying to divert my mind from Nick Quinn, but we regaled her with a favorite:

Fury: “Remember when we used to pretend being in the Winter Olympics without any snow?”

Me “I was skiing the giant slalom with my roller-blades and you threw me in the pond.”

Fury: “You were coming in too fast. I was afraid you would run into a concrete bench.”

Me “You saved me from myself by trying to drown me? The water was freezing! It’s a good thing I didn’t kill you.”

Fury: “Why do you think I learned martial arts? I was embarrassed a girl could flatten me.”

Me: “I have to admit it wasn’t one of our better ideas. We should have stuck to grass sledding.”

Kate: “Come On. I want to hear the juicy stuff.”

Nicky looked back at Kate and shook his head, but she egged him on:

Fury: “When you came out of the water, your clothes were plastered to you, displaying a silhouette of a real woman, but in three dimensions; like a CGI heroine in one of my games.”: “Don’t take this wrong Vanessa, but I first guessed then what I knew deep down: that I loved you… well you were my big sister, I already did I suppose… but this was different…”

Me: “Your brain was waterlogged.”

Kate: “I have always suspected a secret bond between you two. Don’t trouble yourselves; I’m not jealous. Actually, I think I may be part of it too.”

Me: “Sorry, I can’t think about this right now. My mind is full of Quinn. Even though I have hardly slept, I keep seeing images of him lying there helpless.”

Logic tried to get in a word: ‘If Quinn were in danger, wouldn’t they have taken him immediately to the hospital at the university?’ A new deliberation had settled into my gut. ‘Why was Quinn by himself?’ or rather ‘Was he really alone and why did they leave him behind?’ Maybe I was getting a little car sick from the motion and worrying. We pulled off into a turnout and changed places. Fury made me call mother. Mom tried to be cheerful: “he’s still quiet; no news is good news” ‘No news is no news’ I thought to myself. When I took the wheel, my stomach settled down as I had to relax to keep my mind occupied – staying on the road. Streetlights were sparse and the pavement was dark. It was too early in the night to be concerned about black ice.

From the whispers and giggles, I questioned, were Nicky and Kate getting it on in the back seat? I was aware, curious, envious – a little of each. ‘Maybe they are blowing off steam. They are helping me. Nothing in this trip for them. Let them have their fun,’ my inner voice uttered. My duty escort gaziantep was to stay in the present and not drive into a ditch or drift over the center line.

I could see the action in the rear-view mirror. Like a voyeur I was actually enjoying the first time being close to two people having sex. ‘Why didn’t this seem a little weird?’ Maybe because of who was doing the do. Kate was on top pinning Nicky’s arms back. She tried to synchronize her rocking with the many dips and splashes in the road but to no avail.

Kate spoke with laughter in her voice: “I know you can hear and see me corrupting your brother!”

She then positioned herself on top and rode Nicky. Her smaller breasts rose and fell, rather than jiggle – high and tight, with puffy nipples. I glanced at them once too often and heard the blare of a truck horn. After that scare I left them to their enjoyment. The smell of sex invaded the close quarters. Finally, Kate let out a long exhalation. Nicky moaned a few seconds later. I would have to ask her how she was able to get them both off that way: ‘Look Ma No Hands.’ She appeared to have been flexing her inside muscles while moving laterally. There was much I hadn’t noticed about her. Kate was intriguing, acting without overthinking. I was far too self-conscious to be like her.

The weather was getting rough. Rain pounded on metal; booms of thunder were coming closer like horns in a great hunt. Nick Fury took the wheel. The Jeep would list to the side, pushed by strong winds. The severe conditions did not bother him.

Nevertheless, no one dared say anything for a long while. Nick kept his attention to the task. Kate and I sat in the rear seat, backs straight. I could feel the tension in her legs, thighs touching – a reminder we were not alone. Wind gusts, heavy rain assailed us as though guided by a purpose. Lightening flashed and thunderclaps roared, but our little Jeep stayed true towards our destination. The look of trepidation reflected in Kate’s eyes with each flash.

They say in the Lone Star state: “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.” And the weather did improve. We were now driving into steady rain. Though the air was cold enough for ice to form, all-weather tires afforded traction. Fortunately, hail season would be a long way off in the spring. Sounds became less threatening.

Without the fear of the weather titan’s tempest, I was free once again to fret and breed guilt. ‘Should I have paid more attention to the news before sending Nick Quinn off on his risky trip? Had I ignored plain intentions of Quinn’s groupies? What were we doing putting ourselves in jeopardy and what did we hope to accomplish? What would I do about my growing feelings for Nick Fury?’ All of these ideas spun around like a kaleidoscope.

My anxiety rose again and I used a little self-help this time to work off the stress. Squeezing my legs together, I quietly slipped fingers into my sex, still wet from all of the excitement. I thought of Fury as I tried to replay his keystrokes and change in cadence. ‘Did I regret getting him worked up and putting on the brakes?’ Overlaying Quinn’s extended skin cylinder on to the image, my slender fingers, then tiny hand slid deep inside. I fought back sobs and I tried not to raise Kate’s suspicion. The release cleared my mind and quenched the tears as fatigue began to take me. Kate stirred and we wrapped ourselves in warm blankets. Eventually, gaziantep bayan escortları the steady patter of rainfall lulled me to slumber. Counting the number of fitful dreams, I gathered I had been asleep several hours.

When I awoke the Jeep was climbing steadily. The road began with gentle bends, interspersed with sharp turns, several almost like corners. We were surrounded by tall trees, unlike the chaparral country back home. “How far away are we now?” I asked Fury.

“Maybe a little over an hour” he replied and continued with: “You were out like a rock. You didn’t even stir when we were stopped. The team bus was parked nearby in front of a lodge. The state patrol wanted to hold us back, but I was determined keep moving. I got out and put the chains on as though I had been driving in these conditions all my life. They had news from the team about the ‘boy who was left behind.’ But it was Kate that convinced them. She jumped out and got right into the trooper’s face. I almost thought we were going to get a police escort. But all of that danger is behind us now.”

Putting aside a vague memory of rattling and bumping, we were now driving on smooth payment. “I could kiss both of you!” I exclaimed.

The answer came almost in unison: “save it for lover boy.”

When we crested the mountain, Nick pulled up into a vista point. Now fully awake I asked, “Why are we stopping? What’s wrong?”

“Shush. Listen” Nick whispered.

“I don’t hear anything,” I spoke in confusion.

“Exactly!” was this retort.

Together we climbed out of the stale reeking vehicle onto soft white powder and into a scene surrounded by cool, tranquil stillness.

The change in atmosphere was instant, like walking through a curtain into mother nature’s amphitheater. A life size snow globe shut out life’s troubles. I had to step back to take it all in. Quiet as snow. Bleached sky masked early dawn. Fine particles of ice drifted down to dust our clothes. Nick tried to catch a few on his tongue. In our South Texas spread, snow is something you travel to or try to roll into a ball before it melts on the ground.

None of us had ever seen or imagined the delicate beauty surrounded by the majestic world of white. We each took several pictures, but they were poor imitations of the master. No words would ever describe that experience. Floating in the serene dream; standing on higher ground. Feeling far away, yet familiar as homecoming. Breathing slowly and exhaling steam, anxiety melted away like snowflakes thawing. I took in long draws of chilled vapor and exhaled my cares into the still air. With me in the middle, we three held hands and stood frozen like an Ansel Adams landscape. Blood pulsed through my hands as our heartbeats aligned. My only thought was a wish – that we could make this moment last forever.

Kate voiced into the silence: “I will make you as white as snow.”

“What was that!?” questioned Nicky.

“A memory from a book my grandfather once read to me when I was little. It came to me now … seems to echo the moment” Kate answered.

A notion began to grow in the recesses of my brain. I did not know what to think about Quinn’s condition, his transgressions, Fury’s admission, Kate’s mysteries. I did love him; I loved both of them; and her. Each was special to me and me to them. Renewed with confidence and clarity, I knew what I had to do. With an urgent mission we would leave this winter retreat behind. Return to reality. There had been no actual plan other than getting there. I didn’t need one. I had determination on my side and yes love … love for my man and love for my clan. We sped down the mountain and turned on the road that led to that place of our destination near the university. I was going to make sure my Nick was alright. Then we would all see what the future would bring.

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