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Ben’s twin brother was travelling the world when Ben and I met. He then decided to stop and work in South America and didn’t come home for our wedding. I was beginning to think I’d never meet Matt when one day there was a knock on my front door. I opened it and did a double take because on the step stood Ben, only it was a tanned Ben with slightly longer hair. I realised it must be Matt.

“Matt?” I asked incredulously. I hadn’t heard that he was coming home.

“The one and only,” he smiled and kissed my cheek. “You must be Leanne.”

“I am,” I replied. “Ben’s just gone out to get some wine. Did he know you were coming?”

“No, nobody did. I just broke up with my girlfriend and decided that it was a good idea to move on before her father and brothers found out. May I come in?”

I invited him in and asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner. He accepted and I set another place at the table and continued cooking. He sat and watched me at the breakfast counter.

“I can see why Ben fell for you,” he smiled the same smile that I adored in my husband. “You’re unbelievably sexy.”

I didn’t know what to reply so I stayed silent. I wasn’t used to people complimenting me in such a manner. Although I was 25 when Ben and I married, he was the only lover I’d had, losing my virginity to him on the night we got engaged. Ben was 5 years older than me and I knew that he’d been with a few women before me and that had never bothered me since he treated me with such respect. I didn’t think I’d ever have dated Ben if he’d spoken to me the way Matt was speaking now.

I didn’t have to feel uncomfortable for long as I soon heard Ben’s car in the drive. The brothers’ reunion was touching to observe and I immediately forgot all bad thoughts I’d had about Matt. We sat down to a meal and it was a wonderful occasion. Ben and Matt were busy catching up with each other and reminiscing about the old days, but they never made me feel left out and kept explaining things to me.

After dinner we went into the living room for coffee and I curled up next to Ben, the way I always did in the evenings. I was surprised to feel his hand on my breast, teasing my nipple until it got hard. He usually did that, but only when we were alone. Now we were sitting Beylikdüzü Fetiş Escort with his brother next to us and Ben was tweaking my aroused nipple.

“You’re a lucky man, Ben,” Matt smiled at us. “Leanne has fantastic tits and an ass that’s just begging to be felt up.”

Rather than telling his brother to shut up, Ben moved his hand down between my thighs and squeezed my pussy lightly.

“And her cunt is wonderfully tight,” he smiled and kissed me.

“I bet it is,” replied Matt. “Are your tits all real, Leanne? I’ve been dying to feel them all night.”

“Leanne, honey,” Ben said. “Why don’t we show my brother your lovely, natural D-cups?”

He left me no time to think, but unbuttoned my blouse and then unhooked my lacy white bra. I found myself sitting between the two brothers, wearing only shorts. The cool air made my nipples erect and I could feel my pussy tingling in response.

“Mind if I?” Matt looked at my husband who smiled in return. Matt then cupped my tits and squeezed them around his face. He then started sucking on one of my nipples, making me even wetter than I already was. I started moaning as Matt kissed, sucked and nibbled at my tits and my husband took that as a sign to move on. He pulled off the last of my clothes and kneeled between my thighs.

I soon felt Ben eating my shaved pussy while Matt was playing with my tits. Ben’s tongue lapped up my juices before he settled his lips around my clit and started teasing it. Ben then grabbed one of Matt’s hands and inserted two of his fingers inside my pussy. I moaned louder. My husband and his twin brother were pleasuring me in a way I’d never imagined. I’d never felt anything so erotic before in my life.

All too soon my body betrayed me and I screamed out as the orgasm possessed my body. Ben and Matt kept doing what they were doing until I’d stopped whimpering and started breathing normally again. Matt then pulled his fingers from my cunt and licked them. He smiled and kissed me.

“You taste wonderful, Leanne,” he smiled.

“He’s right,” my husband scooped up some pussy juice and licked it off his finger. “You have the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”

“Only problem now of course,” Matt Beylikdüzü Gecelik Escort continued. “Is that my cock is so hard I’m about to tear these jeans apart.”

“Why don’t you get his cock out, Leanne honey,” my husband asked. I looked at him with incredulity but he nodded encouragingly. I slid down on the floor and positioned myself between my brother-in-law’s legs. I unzipped his jeans and pulled out a cock that was as long and thick as the one I knew so well from nearly nightly fucking. I looked at Ben again and he motioned for me to do to his brother what he himself loved so much.

I pulled Matt’s jeans open enough to get his full cock and his balls out. I then started sucking Matt’s balls, teasing them and tickling them with my tongue. Then I licked the full length of his shaft until I reached the swollen mushroom head and I cleared it of precum. Then I finally wrapped my lips around his cock and I could tell that Matt was enjoying it from his gasp. I sucked him in as deep as I could and then I kept him deep as my gagging reflexes did the work for me. Matt’s moans got louder and louder as I deep throated him.

I hadn’t noticed that Ben had undressed next to us, but all of a sudden I felt him behind me and he was rubbing his hard shaft along my wet slit. As my head was bobbing up and down Matt’s cock, Ben slowly penetrated me, filling me with his wonderful shaft. I moaned around Matt’s meat in my mouth and I felt his hands on my head, making sure I stayed focused on my task of sucking his cock.

Ben had grabbed my hips and was now stroking in and out of me, long deliberate strokes at first, but then harder and harder, faster and faster. His balls slammed into my swollen clit and I wanted to cry with satisfaction but Matt’s cock stopped me from making much noise.

I kept slurping around Matt’s shaft and using my tongue to tease him as much as I could. My hands were helping me with my task, I had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and the other hand cupping his heavy balls.

Ben was slamming into me fast and furiously. He held my hips in position to make sure I felt the full size of him and with every penetration he stopped momentarily to grind himself into me, making Beylikdüzü Genç Escort sure that my entire cunt felt his presence. There was only one way out. My body started shaking and I cried out against my brother-in-law’s penis as my husband’s cock gave me an orgasm that threatened to never end.

I nearly collapsed with post-orgasm fatigue when Ben pulled out of me and pulled my face off his brother’s crotch. He then kissed me deeply as Matt stripped and lay on the floor. Ben helped me straddle his brother and guided me down on his rock hard cock. He then stood before my mouth so that I could suck his pussy juice covered cock while riding Matt’s shaft.

I sucked my husband’s cock with gusto and moaned with pleasure as Matt started kneading my tits and teasing my clit with his hands as I rode him. Matt’s cock was as delicious in my tight cunt as Ben’s and the flavour of my own juices on my husband’s cock turned me on even more than I already was.

The only sounds in our house were the heavy pants and moans from our fucking, coupled with the sound of wet skin slamming into wet skin. I was riding Matt like a woman possessed and Ben had to hold my face in place so that he could fuck my mouth.

This time Ben was the first to let go. His groan grew louder and louder and I sucked him as hard as I could, teasing him with my tongue and my hands. He grabbed my head tight and with a final thrust he shoved himself to the back of my throat and started shooting his cum into my mouth. When he finally let go, he was still cumming and he shot the sticky liquid in my face and on my tits.

Eating my husband’s cum was all I needed. Once again my body shook and my cunt convulsed around the cock that was filling it. I moaned out loud as I squeezed Matt’s cock hard and the added pressure must have been what made Matt go over the edge. He grabbed my hips hard and forced himself all the way in and my throbbing cunt started milking his cum-filled balls.

Soon the three of us were lying on the floor. Each twin brother had a hand on my tits and we were all starting to breathe calmer.

“That was amazing, Leanne,” Matt said. “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

“Baby,” Ben smiled at me when he saw the quizzical look in my eyes. “I never told you, because I didn’t want to scare you, but Matt and me… All our lives we’ve shared everything, even our lovers. I hope that you’ll be happy to fuck both of us in the future as well.”

Was I dreaming? I’d already married the most wonderful cock in the world and now I was going to get its identical twin as well! I was in heaven!

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Author’s Warning: This is a story about a man who willingly becomes a sexual submissive and a sissy over a period of years. His mother, his wife, his brother in law, and eventually his daughter (as well as others) play a part in his life. If you don’t like stories that deal with female domination, submissive men or sissy men, then stop reading now.

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There is nothing that sexually excites and arouses me more than panties. The honest truth is that I love looking at them, touching them, sniffing them, and yes – wearing them, too. I’m fortunate enough to have met and married a woman who understands my attraction to panties, and I’m grateful for the fact that she is perfectly okay with my fetish and fully participates in my submission and sissifcation, as well.

Looking back, I guess I have my mother and older sister to thank for my panty fetish. When I was growing up, they routinely traipsed around the house dressed in just their bra and panties, or in a t-shirt and panties. Even as I got to be a teenager, they continued to run around half naked in front of me, and while I’m sure they thought nothing of it, seeing them in their underwear everyday unleashed a huge surge of hormones raging through my body, and forced me into seemingly endless masturbation sessions as I thought about, held, and sniffed my mother and sister’s worn panties.

As an example, I can remember sitting in our living room watching TV with my sister while she sat on the couch cross-legged, or sometimes with her legs lying wide open. I’d frequently have the opportunity to sit and stare at her panties stretched tightly across her pussy for hours at a time. There were times I sat silently with an erection the size of a baseball bat in my pants as I looked at her panty covered crotch, easily making out the sparse pubic hair that covered my sister’s mound. When I was lucky, I’d be able to make out the slit between her pussy lips or catch her with her panties creased up between them. Of course, my mother caught me looking at her more than once, but, she never mentioned it and my sister’s habits and behavior around me never changed.

I’m almost ashamed to admit I would investigate my sister’s hamper daily for her worn panties. Sometimes, I’d be rewarded with a pair that was still moist with her natural juices, but almost without fail, every day there was a new pair of panties waiting for me to swipe long enough for a good jerk off session.

My mother was less obvious than my sister during those days, but she definitely enabled me more. When she got home from work each day, I’d usually meet her at the front door and carry her stuff inside for her. Then, I’d strike up a conversation asking her a question, or asking about her day, or I’d tell her what I did at school…. anything at all just so I could have a reason to follow her into her room where I knew she would eventually undress out of her work clothes. She never ran me out of there while she changed, and we’d talk nonchalantly as she undressed down to her bra and panties while I sat on her bed and watched in rapt fascination as she unknowingly brought me to a fever pitch. Then, when it was over, I’d run back to my bedroom, lock my door and stroke my aching cock over what I’d just seen.

Now, I realize that mothers and sisters around the world most likely do the same thing in their own homes, and the males they live with probably don’t give it a second thought. But, that wasn’t the way it was for me. I’m sure neither my mother, or my sister, was trying to intentionally excite or arouse me, but, that’s exactly what happened. I didn’t ask them to do those things, but, I wasn’t going to complain and I wasn’t going to pass up these chances, either. I’d always be eager to spend time with Mom as soon as she got home, or hang out with my sister to get a guaranteed peek between her legs.

When I was seventeen, my sister had just finished college and moved out to Los Angeles with one of her college friends to find an apartment and look for a job in the entertainment industry. Her old bedroom was bigger than mine, so once she left, Mom told me I could take over my sister’s bedroom. As I was moving the furniture around, I discovered that my sister had left some of her clothes behind, including a drawer full of her old lingerie – bras, panties, camisoles – a ton of things that were soft and silky – all abandoned and left behind.

I could go into a long drawn out explanation of why and how I came to put on my first pair of panties, but I won’t. The bottom line is that the temptation of having them there in my room was just too much, and once I put that first pair on, I was hooked. My cock immediately swelled to epic proportions, my heart started to pound in my chest and the snug feeling of the soft material against my skin was overpowering and unyielding.

I started out just wearing my sister’s panties when I went to bed each night. There’s no way I can adequately describe the feeling I got when I pulled Beylikdüzü Grup Escort my sister’s silky panties up my legs and crawled into bed. It seemed like every nerve ending in my body became super sensitive and I came alive in a way I’d never experienced before, and even though I knew what I was doing wasn’t normal for a boy, the feeling I got wearing her panties made me look forward to it night after night. Wrong or right, it made me feel incredible and as far as I was concerned, that was enough justification for me.

After a couple of weeks, I got so confident wearing her panties, I progressed to where I would put them on under my normal clothes as soon as I got home from school, and wear them as long as I could; usually all through the night until I got up the next morning. There were times I’d walk around with a perpetual hard-on inside her silky panties, and I was as happy as I could be about the way I felt.

The only exception to my story, so far, relates to a certain pair of panties I simply refused to wear. It’s not because they were worn out, or stretched, or the wrong size….. it was because they were ultra feminine and incredibly girly. This specific pair of panties was bright pink and had rows of tiny ruffles across the butt and in the front, too. For weeks, I avoided these panties in a desperate attempt to convince myself I wasn’t actually trying to dress like a girl. And surely, if I’d put them on, the frilly ruffles might work some magic spell on me and I’d wake up the next morning as a female. I sure as hell didn’t want that.

In the end, I couldn’t avoid those panties any longer until one day, I pulled the pink panties out and stepped into them. What I discovered is that they fit me perfectly. They weren’t too tight or too loose – they were absolutely perfect. The color and the ruffles made me feel a little self-conscious, but as I looked at myself in the mirror, any uneasiness I had was quickly erased and replaced with a strange new level of excitement….. a feeling that transcended my normal level of arousal. The way I looked and the way those panties made me feel simply took my breath away. And as I stood there, red faced, looking at myself and experiencing that feeling, I made a silent vow that I’d find a way to obtain more pairs of lacy, frilly feminine panties. I wasn’t sure how I’d do it, but, I knew I would. I had to.

I had my eighteenth birthday a week before I graduated from high school. With my sister being gone and just Mom and me at home, I’d gotten into the habit of checking my mother’s hamper once or twice a day for her worn panties, and she never disappointed me. I was always gratified to find a choice pair of Mom’s panties, usually with a very pleasant aroma to fill my senses as I stroked my cock.

All through the summer, I’d wait until Mom left for work early in the morning, and then I’d raid her hamper looking for panties. Sometimes, I’d take two pairs; one pair to wear and one pair to sniff. I’d lie on her bed and play with myself as I inhaled her motherly scent and masturbated myself until I exploded and spewed cum all over my chest. It was great having constant access to her room and to her panties, and I took advantage of it daily, believe me.

Everything was going good for me as that summer wore on. I was wearing my sister’s panties full time, and jerking my cock five or six times a day as I held Mom’s panties to my face. I had everything I needed and life was perfect…… that is, until that fateful Saturday morning when my mother cornered me in the kitchen after breakfast, saying she wanted to talk to me about something.

Thankfully, Mom was kind and gentle in the way she approached our conversation, urging me first to sit down at the kitchen table with her before we had our little talk. I can still remember the loving smile on her face as she looked over at me across the table. I vividly recall her telling me that she loved me and that she wasn’t mad at me for anything. Then after a short pause, she just came straight out and said it.

“Jason,” my Mother began, “I know you’ve been wearing your sister’s panties and I know you’ve been going through my hamper, I suspect, looking for my panties.”

I was frozen solid, unable to say a word – fearing she would unleash holy hell on me if I admitted to the truth.

“Look,” Mom said as she leaned over the table and patted my arm, “I’m not going to judge you or criticize you. If your father was still alive, maybe he’d be having this conversation with you, but, he’s not here. You’re an adult now, Jason, and I’m not about to lecture you about the choices you make. But, I think this is something we should talk about. Is that okay with you?”

I could feel my face turn red and my cheeks becoming warm with embarrassment as we looked at each other. I thought about trying to defend myself, or even trying to dispute what she was saying, but as I sat there, I realized neither of those were really an Beylikdüzü İranlı Escort option.

“How did you know?” I finally answered, after we sat there in silence for a minute.

“You’re my son, Jason.” Mom answered. “And despite what you might think, I’m not anywhere close to being blind or stupid. All that time, you probably thought you were being so clever….. staring at your sister and me when we were in our underwear, but, I think it’s fair to say I’ve always been aware of your attention. However,” Mom continued, “it was just recently that I realized you were wearing your big sister’s panties.”

I tried to say something, but it felt like my mouth was filled with cotton. My throat was dry and I couldn’t utter a word. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, especially given the fact that she had already figured everything out. But, just as I was about to apologize and try to beg my way out of the mess I was in, she began speaking again.

“I was young once.” Mom said to me softly. “And I had boyfriends back then, you know. So, believe it or not, I can understand the urges a young man of your age might be experiencing.”

“I guess it’s a natural thing,” Mom went on to say, “that you would be curious about the female body and maybe even attracted to the females around you…… I can understand that. I’m confused about why you’d be wearing panties, though. Can we start there?”

I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I know I should have been grateful for the graciousness she’d shown me up to now, but, I couldn’t bring myself to look up at her.

“Mom,” I replied, staring down at the table in front of me, “it’s complicated and embarrassing. But, I’m sorry for taking your panties. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Well,” mother answered, “to be honest, I’m fairly sure I know exactly why you’ve been taking my panties and what you’ve been doing with them. And, just so we’re clear on that, I’m not mad or upset with you for taking them. As I said, I think boys have a natural curiosity about those things and I’d much rather you satisfy that curiosity in a safe way, at home, instead of doing something that might get you in trouble.”

Mom’s answer took me by surprise. In a way, what I heard her say was that she knew I was taking her panties to use when I jerked my cock, and she was okay with it! Even the tone in her voice as she spoke was kind and understanding, and when I lifted my head to look up at her, she gave me a slight smile and nodded her head as if to confirm she really said what I thought she said.

“It’s okay, Jason.” She said, as she looked back at me. “I’ve known for a while and I don’t mind. You’re not the first young man to be interested in a girl’s panties, you know. Actually,” she continued after taking a breath, “it’s kind of flattering to think someone might be interested in my panties.”

The smile that turned up from the corner of her mouth made me feel better, and it was at that exact instant I realized my mother really wasn’t mad at me. She’d stopped just short of openly giving me permission to continue sniffing her panties, but, as far as I was concerned, that was just a formality. I knew her well enough to know what she was saying.

“But,” she said after a moment, “I still want you to help me understand why you’re wearing your sister’s panties.”

“I like the way they feel on me.” I said, almost whispering my answer.

“You mean you get excited? Like with an erection when you wear them?” Mom asked.

I nodded my head, too embarrassed to answer her. Then, as I lowered my eyes back down to the table to escape her view, she reached over and grasped my hand with hers and urged me not to clam up on her.

“Don’t run away from me on this, Jason.” Mom said to me. “I promise I won’t make fun of you or make this difficult. I just need to know…… and it’s important for you to tell me the truth.”

We sat there for several minutes, neither one of us saying anything else. And, with her still holding my hand, I finally looked up at her and spoke.

“Yes.” I mumbled. “I get an erection when I put them on. It’s really hard to explain, Mom, but, it’s the most amazing feeling”

“What kind of feeling?” She asked. “You mean a sexual feeling, or something else?”

The look in Mom’s eyes wasn’t the look of disgust or sadness. I could tell she was genuinely interested, and I knew from the way she was waiting for my answer she wasn’t going to let me get away with out finishing the conversation.

“Come on.” Mom urged. “I can be a good listener. Just give me a chance, okay?”

I swallowed hard and leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms across my chest. Then, before I could stop myself, I told her something that until that precise moment, I’d never even said to myself.

“It’s not just the sexual feeling I get.” I explained. “It just feels right to me, Mom. Maybe it’s something I’ve always wanted…… something I’ve always Beylikdüzü Manken Escort longed for. But, it fills a huge hole that was there before, and I know one thing for sure – I don’t think I could ever go back to wearing my old underwear. Not ever.”

What ensued next was over thirty minutes of me confessing how I’d been ogling her and my sister, explaining to my mother how I found my sister’s panties, and, pouring my heart out to her about every nasty thing I’d done. I came clean on everything, even telling her about my constant erections and about the frilly panties my sister left behind. I told her how I’d secretly wash and dry my stash of panties while she was gone to work and how I’d hide them away before she got home. I even confessed to her that I’d been checking her hamper daily and using her panties while I masturbated. Before I knew it, I literally told her the complete truth about everything.

The whole time I was speaking, she sat there and quietly listened to everything I said. She never interrupted me; never made any facial expressions and never used any body language to make me feel humiliated, embarrassed or foolish. And when I was done, I took a deep breath, looked up at her and said, “There it is. I don’t know what more I can say.”

Mom sat there for a few seconds and then she leaned towards me in her chair as she spoke. “I appreciate the trust you must have in me to say those things, Jason. I can’t tell you how good it makes me feel that we can discuss this openly.”

She gave me a quick smile and asked, “Do you mind if I make a few comments?”

I shook my head and emotionally prepared myself for what she might say – almost sure she was going to chastise me for my behavior and my sick panty desires.

“First of all,” Mom began, “I want you to know I realize how hard it was for you talk to me about this, and I’ll make you a promise that I’ll never betray that trust. What you say to me, and what I say to you in return, will be just between us. Secondly,” she continued, “I have no intention of scolding you for things that happened in the past. What’s done is done. The important thing is that you told me the truth.”

“And about you wearing panties,” Mom said as she looked over at me, “if it matters that you have my blessing to switch over to panties as your underwear of choice, then without any reservation what so ever, you have my blessing.”

“However,” she said in a cautioning tone, “I wouldn’t go so far as to throw out all your other underwear. You never know when having a pair or two of boxers might come in handy……. like if you were to meet a girl you liked and wanted to go out on a date, or when you go to the doctor’s office.”

The logic in her words made me smile, and when I did, Mom smiled, too. Then she spoke again, saying, “And believe me, I clearly understand your attraction to panties. You’re not the first young man in the world to have a panty fetish, and as far as I’m concerned, I bet every woman on this Earth would be secretly pleased if she finds out her man desires and craves her panties. I can’t even begin to explain how flattered I am that you would be interested in my panties.”

“The other part, though,” Mom said with a more serious tone, “the sexual part – your constant erections and continuous masturbation…… those things need to be handled differently. You can’t keep sneaking around, stealing panties out of the hamper and running off to masturbate in your room all day. If you keep doing that, you’ll begin to think that’s normal. So, we have to come up with another way for you to deal with your desires.”

With that, Mom leaned forward to grasp my hand and then she stood up, pulling me up with her. “Come with me.” She said. And when I looked at her wondering what she was up to, she tugged my hand and led me up the stairs to her bedroom.

When we got there, she led me next to the side of her bed and let go of my hand. Then turning to me, and looking me straight in the eyes, she told me to take my clothes off.

She must have seen the look of absolute panic spread across my face because after just a few seconds, she said, “Don’t think about it, Jason. Just do as I’ve asked. Take everything off except your panties.”

When I didn’t move, she took a step closer to me and reached out to softly touch my arm, saying, “You have to trust me and do as I ask, Sweetheart.”

It felt like time was moving in slow motion, and without another thought, my hands went down to the bottom of my t-shirt and I pulled it over my head. “Good.” Mom said. “Keep going. Everything off except your panties.”

I kicked my sneakers off, not even bothering to untie them, and then bent down to pull my socks off. My hands went to the waistband of my shorts, but, I couldn’t bring myself to push them down. Yes, I was wearing panties – that was part of the problem, and I didn’t want her to see me wearing them. But, to make matters worse, I was wearing the pink, frilly panties – the ones with the cute, girly ruffles.

“Go on.” Mom said, softly. “Don’t be embarrassed. Just pull your shorts down, step out of them and hand them to me.”

My head was whirling and I was temped to run out of there as fast as I could, but, I couldn’t move. My heart was pounding in my chest and I felt like I was going to pass out.

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I had to be dreaming… it was so surreal. Here in my bed, in the early morning hours with the house still, my aunt’s very wet pussy was poised above my face, only inches from my mouth. She was steadying herself against the wall to her side with one hand, the other on her thigh. She was hovering above me, the musky sweet smell of her hairy cunt wafted in and out of my senses. I could see pearls of moisture in the hair and it was then that I noticed for the first time that her pussy was partially shaved.

The lower portion of her labia was smooth as silk with coarse but curly hair from about the clit on north. With her free hand she reached down and splayed open her innermost self. Fortunately, the night light was to my left and a bit behind – I had a complete view of her vaginal opening. Looking upward, she was smiling at me, her jutting breasts just emptied by my suckling lips, were still jauntily angling away from her chest, moisture still evident on the nipples.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes… I am.” It was the most certain statement I had made yet. I wanted Kelly to loosen her golden fluid into my mouth, onto my face if need be. I wanted to feel, to taste, to see her pee. I wondered – what will it taste like?

My question was answered in a second. At first, it was just a dribble from the small urethral opening. The drops dripped out as if in slow motion, falling upon my outstretched tongue. It was then I could see that her pee was as clear as water. As if reading my mind, Kelly spoke.

“I only drink water when I think I might get to enjoy this type of activity. It should taste good – I’ve already tasted it when I was in the bathroom before you came in.”

She was right. Her urine was not really urine at all – it was a sweet nectar of warm water, heated within her body and carrying a slightly salty but intriguing taste, now cascading out of her hair-covered cunt and falling into my thirsty mouth.

The drops stopped but for a moment.

I opened my lips wide, as if in expectation and I was not disappointed. It was then that Kelly let the stream loose and I drank hungrily. Her pee filled my mouth and throat even though I swallowed as fast as I could. I could feel a slight dribble of her fluid running down the corner of my mouth but I did not stop.

I could not stop. I wanted to feel her pee all over me.

I reached up and pulled her pelvis downward, just as her stream ebbed and then ceased, some Escort bayan of her piss hitting my chin and neck as she finished emptying her bladder in/upon me. I pulled her hips back up to my face. Her vulva was now fully upon my open mouth and I sucked her juices hard, my tongue probing her vagina, my chin against her anus. The hair above her fuck-cleft tickled my nose but smelled wildly erotic. With my hands now free, I reached up to squeeze and knead her hefty breasts, feeling milk begin to seep out onto my palms. Already, her breasts were beginning to refill as I sucked and licked, licked and sucked my aunt’s very wet cunt.

Then, I noticed – sensed maybe? – yet another presence in the room but I wasn’t certain. But then, I felt the bed shift slightly, as if someone else had just sat upon it but I could not see. I wasn’t sure if it was simply Kelly shifting her pelvis around so that my tongue could probe and wash her clit even more and I couldn’t really hear anything with her warm thighs covering my ears. But what happened next told me what was going on…

I felt someone lie between my legs and gently trying to push them further apart. I could feel soft hands and naked skin upon my thighs as I obeyed the request, my cock reaching for the ceiling but angling towards Kelly’s back. It was Lita! She was between my legs and had begun to lick my scrotum. It was then that I could not hold on any longer. My member pulsed and then I began to ejaculate, just as Lita was licking and sucking my balls into her mouth. Long, white ropes of semen shot from the swollen tip and some of it hit Kelly in the back, some fell onto my stomach. The bed seemed to shift once more just before I could feel Lita’s hand reach up and smear the come upon my abdomen just behind Kelly’s ass. Then, I felt her pull her hand away as she quit licking and suckling my testicles, the sound of suckling and smacking of lips could be heard…

Lita was licking her fingers clean of my come she had just smeared upon them. Then, with her saliva glistening hand, she began to slowly stroke my still hard cock as she began sucking and licking my balls once more. Kelly was at the same time grinding her pelvis into my mouth with pussy fluid almost flowing down my throat. I sucked and drank; I drank and sucked. I had tasted all of my aunt – so I thought.

It was then that Kelly pulled herself up a bit off my face and slid even further forward, her vaginal opening swallowing my nose Bayan escort as I tried to inhale her musk.

“Dan… lick me back there…. Please, oh god…. Lick my ass, would you?”

I obeyed again. She had pulled one thigh up a bit, opening up her anus and I stuck my face deep into her groin. My nose was deep in her cunt and my tongue lapped hungrily at her ass as I breathed through my mouth. She ground her pussy deeper onto my nose, her labia splayed upon my nostrils. At the same time, Lita had reached beneath my knees to pull my legs up and into a bent-knee position. Her tongue trailed slowly down my balls, down my scrotum, down… down… down… till her delicate tongue-flesh was affixed upon my anus. She licked heartily and this was a turn-on that I never ever dreamed would come about.

I nearly came again as she tongued me down there. It was all I could do to stop it. And this would be my fourth time when it happened.

But then, she slowly stopped and kissed my ass before sliding a finger just a small way into my ass, enough for me to nearly pop my load again. Lita knew full well just how to pleasure a man’s prostate and I did not even know what she was doing. I just knew I didn’t want her to stop.

She then pulled back and lowered my feet/legs back down. As she did this, Kelly slid backwards and I felt her pause.

“Lita! I didn’t know you were even back there… decided to come join in?”

“Yes, I waited just like you said and then couldn’t wait any longer.”

I was stunned! The ‘fight’ was all a ruse – they BOTH wanted to fuck my brains out.

Kelly continued sliding on down my abdomen as Lita held my cock at an angle towards Kelly’s backside.

“Easy, Lita… He’s bigger than I thought!” It then became clear that Kelly was going to fuck me with her ass. And so she did.

Lita then helped glide my saliva coated cock into her boss’s ass – a delicious ass that I had already lubed up with my own spittle. Amazingly, it slid right in. I could feel Kelly clench/unclench her sphincter as her face contorted a bit with each muscular undulation, all the while as I slid deeper into her rectum. The heat was unbelievable – her ass was so tight, especially just at the sphincter opening, yet so hot it only took about 4-5 strokes and I exploded again, this time painting the walls of her colon with what meager load I could muster. But that didn’t stop my vixen aunt – she was now near the verge of orgasm Escort herself and she continued to grind against my cock still buried within her ass as she frigged her clit with a free hand. I watched her masturbate, could see the passion and lust upon her face, and wished I could come yet again… but I couldn’t. It was just too much…

Lita then came around, put one knee upon the bed beside my head, spun around to face Kelly and sat upon my face. She then began to terrorize Kelly’s tits with her mouth as I began to lap deeply within Lita’s vulva, my nose buried in her anus. Somehow, I found her clit and it didn’t take long before Kelly and Lita both were orgasming, grinding their bodies hard into/onto mine.

How I remained conscious is beyond me. And if it was death I was experiencing, then I died happily.

In a moment, they slowly collapsed against each other, the smell of sex heavy in the air. Slowly, they both lay down beside me, one on each side, their liquids and skin and tits and cunts and faces all against my skin in decadent splendor. My own face was covered with a sticky sweet coating from Lita’s cunt as well as Kelly’s, my cock was still semi-hard having been freed from the musky sensual depths of Kelly’s tight ass, covered in a mixture of come and saliva, and my nose was filled with the odors of vaginal secretions and the sweet smell of female ass.

In this moment of sexual decadence beyond Biblical proportions, two exquisitely beautiful women – my aunt and her very horny maid – lay in my arms. I marveled at my great and very good fortune. Kelly finally spoke in the soft light…

“You know… I have one more surprise for you. Would you like to know what it is?”

My head was spinning and I needed to sleep but I had to ask.

“Yes. I would definitely like to know. But I can not imagine how you could possibly surprise me more, Kelly.”

“Oh, I can surprise you alright. What if I told you that someone else is sitting over on the chair in the dark corner of this room? Someone who came in while we were in the bathroom. Someone you even know…”

I jerked upright onto one elbow – she was right. I could make out the shadow of a woman sitting there in the shadows. Her face was darkened but yet, it looked strangely familiar. Where would this night end? And as Kelly spoke, who it was hit me square in the face like a bucket of icy cold water – I knew who that woman was indeed!

“It’s Laura, Dan – my sister.” Kelly grinned evilly as she spoke, leaning up onto one elbow and reaching down to grasp my hardening cock in her hand.

“Yes, my sister – my sister who is also your mom. And as you are about to find out – she is naked too…”

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My Father – My Husband

My name is Tiffany, I am 38, I’m a successful lawyer in California, I am 5’6″ tall, I have a rather round face, riveting brown eyes and very sensual lips. My hair color is light brown and my hair falls to my shoulders. My figure is pleasant, I suppose, at 36B, 24, 38 and my most striking feature, aside from my eyes are my legs which are long and pleasantly shaped. I live a rather ordinary life except for the fact that I am married to my father, Daniel. It’s not as strange as it may seem at first, so let me explain:

As I was growing up my family life was very average. Dad worked as an aerospace engineer for a company in Long Beach, CA. My mom was a school teacher who taught fifth grade and each of my two sisters (Angela and Bethany) and I sat through mom’s class in order. Angela is the oldest, she is now 44, Bethany is the middle child, she is 40, and then there is me.

Growing up we thought we were an average family, but as my sisters and I got older we realized that our family was the most loving we knew of. This was especially true of the devotion of our parents for each other. It was truly amazing. It seemed that they had fallen in love with each other in high school, followed each other to college at San Diego State University, and then settled down in Long Beach to raise their family and enjoy life.

As each of the girls grew up we moved on somewhere for work or family. Angela moved to Casper, WY when she married Carl and they started raising children, cattle, and horses. Bethany moved to New York City after getting her drama degree and I eventually settled down in Fresno after graduating from Stanford Law and passing the bar exam.

I was the daughter who interacted most with mom and dad and when mom took sick, I was the one close enough to be with them. We always say “mom got sick,” but the truth is that she developed a brain tumor when she was 55 and for about 18 months I watched my dad nurse her and pray for her, and slowly fall into depression and despair as mom’s condition worsened.

When mom died, I contacted the girls and we all gathered at dad’s place to help with the funereal and household chores. The house, always spotless while mom was alive, had degenerated into a really messy house with frozen food boxes left in the living room and the laundry room full of clothing. My sisters and I pitched right in and straightened the house for dad, but also for mom, as the last thing she would have wanted was for anyone to see her house in less than spotless condition and there would be the usual round of neighbor and friend visits.

While cleaning up mom’s stuff I found a letter, in her handwriting, addressed to me. Seeing it, and not seeing any other letters addressed to my sisters made me quite curious about what it was mom felt she had to say to just me. I opened the letter to read:

Tiffany,

I wanted you to know how much your love and devotion to me have meant over the years. All of the girls have shown us the love that I guess your dad and I taught you, but you have always been here and have always given quite freely of yourself to us. Perhaps it was because you were the youngest, and so were the last one to live with us, perhaps it was that you never married, and so we remained your primary family, or maybe it was just because you were always our favorite. (Don’t you DARE tell your sisters I said that, we parents aren’t supposed to have favorites.)

Anyway, I have a problem and I am hoping you can help me with it. You see, your father and I have always been … well … US. We fell in love with each other in high school, lost our virginity to each other at our junior prom (yes dear, your parents had a very full and pleasant sex life) and lived pretty much exactly the life we talked about when we dated.

But, this is now a problem. Your father will not do well alone and I know he will not easily find another woman to date, but he won’t be happy alone at all. So, as the closest daughter in so many ways, (You look most like me, you have my personality, and you live only four hours away) I am going to ask you to take more time out of your life to make sure that your father doesn’t let himself go now that he is alone.

I am asking this of you my dear for his sake as much as for mine. I don’t want Escort bayan to go, knowing that Dan will have a pathetic life and that I have failed him by dying young.

So, I am hoping that you can be the one to keep him going. Make sure he continues going out to dinner, movies, dancing, and especially sailing as these were our principal pleasures and make sure he finds a woman who really cares for him so he can continue to have all the pleasures that life offers. Do this, dearest Tiffany, for me.

Love

Mom

I was crying by the time I reached the end of the letter. It isn’t everyday that a girl gets to find out that her parents had been fucking since they were 16 and that evidently mom and dad had a very active sex life. But, most importantly, I had just discovered that they were just as much in love the day mom died as they had been at their junior prom. Perhaps some of my tears were for me as I had never been able to have that kind of relationship with anyone. Certainly I had had boyfriends, and a couple of girlfriends in my life, but none of those relationships had ever reached the kind of oh-my-god-I-love-you stage that mom and dad shared.

Drying my eyes I hid mom’s letter in my jeans and finished cleaning their room up. My mind was working overtime, not only learning more about the kind of life my parents had had, but also realizing how much I loved both of them, and now only dad was left to shower that love on. I vowed to myself to make dad’s life as rich as I could.

Following the funereal Angela and Bethany returned home and I modified my work schedule at the firm. I opted for flex time working Monday – Thursday, about twelve hours a day and then taking off on Friday through Sunday to be with dad. I could take much of my work home with me on my laptop and so I wasn’t going to get behind on my casework. After all, moving up to the partnership was as much a factor of billable hours as case-winning.

The first couple of trips to Long Beach didn’t go so well. Dad was glad to see me and the state of his house certainly attested to his depressed feelings. He was eating poorly and drinking a lot more than was his usual. The fact that he wasn’t even hiding the bottles made it worse as I knew that he didn’t care that I knew. I would clean up his house, take him out to dinner, bowling, or once to a movie, and he seemed to enjoy my company. This routine continued for about three months and although dad seemed to enjoy my visits, he would mope around all Sunday as he knew I was going back to Fresno in the evening.

I was sitting at my desk one Wednesday trying to think of a way to brighten up the weekend for dad when I had an inspiration. I called him at work and told him, “Dad, I am officially inviting you on a date this weekend. We will get a hotel in Santa Monica. We will have dinner at the Boa Steakhouse, and then we are going dancing on the Pier.” Dad tried to make up excuses, but I was adamant. “I am making plane reservations now and you pick me up at 8:00 tomorrow night for our date. Pack your blue suit, because we are going to make a real weekend out of this. I hope The Madeline (the family boat, named after mom) is ready for sea because I want to spend an entire day and night away from every stress.” I could tell that dad was becoming interested finally. He agreed and I completed the reservations.

I sent an e-mail to my boss telling him I would not be back next week, I was taking a week’s’ vacation, but that I was taking all my case work with me so that I would still be ready for court the following Monday.

I knew that dad needed to be brought back to life and I figured that being out with a beautiful woman, even his daughter, would contribute to that. So I went to the beauty parlor and got a make-over, went to Macy’s and bought a killer JS Collections sleeveless, strapless, Empire waist high – low hem evening gown. It was just the sort of dress that showed off my figure perfectly and was well worth the $199.00 I paid for it. I added a pair of red Marc Fischer terri pumps to my evening ensemble.

At home I packed up my suitcase for the week taking my prettiest bikini, some shorts, slacks and jewelry to show off that new dress. I was going to remind dad that he was still alive and get him to care again, no matter what.

Thursday afternoon I was dressed in my new evening gown, shoes, silver heart and pearl necklace with matching dangling earrings. I knew I had done a great job by watching the eyes of all of the men, and many of the women, in the airport, following me as I walked, dragging my small blue suitcase behind me, to the gate. Oh, what a feeling that is, to know that people find you desirable and attractive. NOW, how do give some of that to Dad?

The trip itself was uneventful and I was just a bit worried that the cramped little seats on that commuter jet would ruin my dress, but I did the best I could to preserve it. Luckily, we weren’t on the ground long before I was able to get up. I walked into the ladies room and inspected the outfit. Bayan escort Not perfect, but certainly still in good shape. Walking out of the gate area I spotted my dad.

Dad had gotten into the spirit of our “date.” He was wearing his best blue stripped suit; he had been to the barber and had a fresh shave and haircut. I also noticed him wearing a new sky-blue shirt and a yellow and silver stripped tie. I could tell by the look on his face that even my father appreciated the outfit I was wearing, and my stride became more confident as I approached him. “Dad, you old dog, you look devastating.” I told him as I hugged him with my left arm and I planted a kiss on his cheek. I could smell his cologne and the pleasant and well-known musk smell got my attention, hmm, nice to be turned on by a guy, even if it is your dad, I thought.. The twinkle in his eye was wonderful to see and I was glad I had decided to have this date.

When we left the airport I was looking for the Buick, but dad ushered me to a burgundy limousine waiting. “You wanted a date, so I thought we would do it up right.” Dad smiled as he told me. I laughed quietly as I realized that my dad was still capable of some little surprises himself. He held the door for me as I entered and the driver closed it after dad entered.

“To the Hotel,” dad instructed the driver, and with a monosyllabic answer the driver started away from the airport. Dad and I made small talk as we drank the champagne he had ordered for us. The driver opened the door and immediately the bell-man jumped to get our luggage. “If sir and madam will follow me, we can get you checked in,” he announced. We walked to the counter and dad announced the reservation for Stevens. The clerk checked the reservation and our drivers’ licenses, smiled and said. “Welcome to the Fairmont Miramar, Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, we hope you enjoy your stay here.

Dad started to correct the clerk, but I put my hand on his and said. “Dan, let’s not bother this man with any unnecessary details. We wanted this weekend for just ourselves, remember.” Dad seemed confused for a moment, but then smiled and took my hand in his as we headed for the room. “You have never ceased to amaze me,” he said as he looked into my eyes.

I realized that I was more than a little turned on. OMG, this is my dad. OK, I have got to get a grip on myself. Good thing that dad will not realize that I am becoming turned on and so nothing will happen.

Dinner was superb. The driver opening the door and dad and I got out to the stares of most of the patrons. I could tell that dad was really enjoying the admiring stares of all of those people as he escorted a very young and rather beautiful lady to his table. For my part, I was really getting into being escorted by an evidently well-to-do gentleman who knew how to treat a lady. In fact, it was the best date I’d been on in several years as dad held my chair as I sat, asked what I wanted, ordered drinks and dinner for us, and we settled down for a wonderful meal.

Following dinner, and several drinks, dad and I went out to the pier for dancing. As dad and I moved together I felt a stirring in myself that was pleasant, if a bit disconcerting, given that I was dancing with my father, but as the night continued, I just flowed with it. At midnight, they announced a last waltz and the band played “Ashoken Farewell,” one of the songs my dad and I shared since I was a little girl.

My body flowed with dad’s and I let myself float into the dance. We were partners, more than a couple, we were two people whose love for the dance itself, and for each other made us a fluid dancing machine. As the music stopped, with its last plaintive call, I moved towards dad and kissed him. My lips touched his and he opened his lips to accept my tongue and I kissed him passionately, he was a man and I a woman, and the evening, and the song had melded us into a couple.

Dad opened his eyes as my lips retreated from his. “Tiff, that was quite a kiss, should I assume you only mistakenly kissed me that way, or does this signify something else?”

I started to stutter. Was it all the alcohol we had consumed? Was this just some physical need to find out what my mother had, that I had never found? What had I meant? I tried to sort all my thoughts before I spoke. I looking into his blue eyes, those eyes that had watched over me all of my childhood, the eyes that had helped me grow up and become the woman I am, the eyes that had cried and cheered for me at graduation, and the eyes that now looked at me for an answer. It took me a moment, and then I placed my lips back on his. This kiss lasted longer and our bodies closed with each other and I felt my nipples hardening as I pressed them against his body and my womanhood moistening at the gentle caress of his thigh. “Dad,” I began.

He started to laugh, “Tiff, if you are going to kiss me like that, and if we are going to do all the things I think we are about to do, you are going to have to start calling me Dan, or Daniel. For what it Escort is worth, I love you Tiffany, not love like a parent, but love. You don’t have to do anything and I realize that what we have started tonight is not conventional, just please don’t hate me.

All of a sudden I knew why I had never been able to fall for anyone else. I have been in love with Daniel all this time. I smiled at my new lover. “Daniel, would you please take me to the hotel and fuck me royally.”

He smiled, “I seem to have gotten myself into the clutches of a foul-mouthed nymphomaniac.” I will be very happy to take you to our hotel room and to fuck you, and make gentle love to you all night. I just hope you are prepared for this. It has been a very long time for me, you know.”

I smiled, “Daniel,” I haven’t had sex in two years, so we are probably in the same boat. Let’s go to the hotel and consummate these feelings we have for each other.”

Daniel kicked the door open and swung me into the room. We were kissing before the door closed and I was as hungry to get his clothes off as he was to get mine out of the way. As he lowered the zipper of my dress and it fell to my feet. My breasts were exposed and his hands moved up to them and cupped them from underneath as his kisses moved from my lips to my throat.

The feel of his tongue on my throat made me quiver. His tongue lingering over my artery, feeling him press against the very heartbeat that was calling his name drove me to ecstasy. My fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper until I finally exposed his cock. I let my right hand circle it as my left hand reached down to cup his balls. He moaned into my neck as we fell to the bed.

We landed with him on top of me and without even thinking I guided his cock into my desperate pussy. The head of his cock began to spread my lips and my legs were spread, knees up to give him access. He stopped and I could feel his body quivering with the effort at restraint, he was almost, not quite fucking me. I looked up and my eyes must have echoed my question. “Because, dear heart, I don’t want to lose you by making love to you,” was his statement.

My answer was to press up with my pelvis until I had shoved myself over his cock and my pelvis was pressed against his with his balls slapping my ass. “Now, Daniel. I think you know how I feel about this, so FUCK ME.”

Daniel fucked me, oh how he fucked me. He started with slow, long-drawn strokes of his cock in my pussy as his fingers teased, then pulled my pink nipples. He was like an orchestra conductor, playing my body as a complex instrument for our mutual pleasure. He would pull on my nipples and listen to my gasp and moan as he did, then release them and let his lips and tongue massage them. All the while we were moving together until I reached my first orgasm.

Daniel plunged himself into me as he felt my orgasm start. Fully impaled on him he moved his pelvis against my clit drawing every possible sensation out of me as I came. His fingers were teasing my nipples as he ground his pelvis into my clit and his cock filled me. Slowly my orgasm subsided and I felt him move out of me.

I tried to keep his cock in, but he was faster than my orgasm-numbed mind and the next thing I felt was his tongue opening my lips to tease me. Daniel was an expert cunnilingist. He let his tongue move up the left lip as his nose teased my already excited clit. His hands massaged my breasts and he used my overly-sensitive nipples to full advantage. Sucking and licking my clit, he drove me over the edge again and again. As soon as one orgasm would begin to subside, he would drive me to another until I felt I couldn’t cum again.

Then I felt the bed shift and Daniel’s cock once again entered me. This time I fucked him. For all he had just given me, I wanted to give him something in return. I moved my pussy up and down his cock as my ankles locked behind the small of his back. I brought my mouth to his left nipple and bit down on it as I felt his cock begin to throb and realized that he was cumming inside me. That realization took me over the edge again and both of us moved against each other trying to prolong our mutual orgasm.

Daniel rolled off of me and I shifted to snuggle against this man who was the greatest lover I had ever had. Listening to his breathing soon had me sleeping and the evening ended with me wrapped around my lover.

I awoke to realize that I was alone in the bed. I looked up and found Daniel sitting in the chair near the sliding door. “What is wrong?” I asked.

It took Daniel a few minutes to look at me and I realized that he was suffering from an extreme case of guilt. I stepped out of the covers and walked, naked, over to him. “Please, I shouldn’t see you that way,” he said, but I did notice that his eyes never left my body and that his cock was responding to what he saw.

I walked up to him and held his head against my breasts. “Daniel, I am in love with you. I now realize this and I believe that you are in love with me as well. I know that there is a difference in our ages, and well … you are actually my father, so we shouldn’t have any babies, but other than that, who has any right to tell two consenting adults who they should or should not make love to.”

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