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Massaged by Jerome’s Expert Hands

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The trouble with being a busy business woman, in her forties, with a very demanding job, is that since I got divorced five years ago, I have not found time to form a new relationship. I’m frankly too busy. Five days a week are completely taken up with work and I like to relax at weekends with tennis on Saturday and a slob out day on Sunday.

You might think that a tennis club was an ideal way to find someone but it really isn’t. They are all either complete numpties or married with wives that keep a very close eye on them when there is a divorcee around. You know the, “she knows what it’s for and isn’t getting any” thought process. Actually, judging by the attentions of the married men, some of them aren’t getting anything like enough either. Tennis outfits don’t hide a lot and you can usually tell whether someone is a bum man or a tit man very quickly! But that’s not for me, way too complicated, far more so than Mr Magic Rabbit and he just goes back in the drawer when I’m done!

Saturday evenings I usually meet up with a bunch of girls in the same situation. We have a meal in the pub, a few drinks and put the world to rights. One Saturday, after several glasses of rather fine Malbec, the conversation got even more racy than usual and I confided in my friend Lucy that Mr Magic Rabbit didn’t always get full marks and she laughed and told me I ought to go and see Jerome.

“Who’s Jerome?” I enquired.

“He’s a masseur, in town, and a very good one” she replied.

“It’s not just a massage I need.” I joked

“And it’s not just a massage you’ll get!” She winked knowingly. I couldn’t believe my ears and without wanting to seem too eager pumped her for as much information as possible. Eventually she flipped me his card and said “satisfaction guaranteed”.

When I got home I pulled the card from my bag and read it. “Jerome, Ladies’ Masseur, for the ultimate in relaxation” and a telephone number. It took me two weeks to work up the courage just to call him.

“Jerome,” said a strong masculine voice.

“I have your card here and would like to make an appointment.”

After a few more questions and mutual diary hunting we agreed on the following Friday at 7pm.

I couldn’t believe what I’d done. From what I’d gathered from Lucy, I had just booked an erotic massage with a man I’d never met who was going to, let’s face it, ahem, bring me off! I spent the whole week wondering how I would cope and whether or not I should cancel. The usual insecurities haunted me. My body’s not in bad shape, a little saggy here and there when I don’t have the support of Victoria and her secret but Jerome is going to see rather a lot of it and this put butterflies in my stomach.

Friday came and dragged all day, eventually the office closed and I shot home and jumped in the bath. bonus veren siteler To cancel or not to cancel, that is the question. Maybe I should just reach for Mr Magic Rabbit and stay at home. But I already knew that that was not going to happen, I don’t need a bath before Mr MR visits. I got out the bath, towelled myself off and pulled on a pair of Vickie’s best although why I should worry about underwear that was coming off pretty soon escapes me, an uplifting bra and a shift dress completed the look. All set? Quick check in the mirror; yeah all set!

The taxi pulled up outside an elegant mews flat and I rang the bell of number 42. The door buzzer operated as the strong masculine voice said “Welcome Jenny, come on up.” I mounted the stairs slightly hesitantly, butterflies going mad in my stomach, to be met by a tall slender man in his thirties wearing fashionable white jogging pants and a tight white T shirt, he had a winning smile and a mop of wavy black hair. He held out his hand, which I shook and after the usual pleasantries, led me to his studio.

I was relieved to find the blinds were drawn and it was only lit by a handful of candles with soft music playing, the many mirrors reflected the flickering flames giving the impression of a larger room and oodles of candles.

“You can take off your things behind se screen and settle your self, face down, on the table under the towel. I will come back shortly.” Just a trace of a French accent made this all very alluring and I went behind the screen while he left the rom. Big swallow, butterflies jumping, what the fuck am I getting into? You’re a big girl now and his hands really are marvellous. Shift dress off, bra loosened and dropped on chair. Do I part with my knickers? For sure he expects me to but it’s my last line of defence. Excitement caused my hart to flutter as I lowered them to the floor, stepped out and placed them on the chair.

Now I was totally naked in a stranger’s flat and what’s more with a nipple erection. Two paces had me by the side of the table, up onto it and under the towel. Safe! A few minutes later Jerome returned and I caught a glimpse of him in one of the many mirrors, his white T shirt had gone and his bronzed chest was almost hair free. His white joggers hung loosely from his hips where a draw string held them up, just. Jerome chatted away briefly as he folded the towel expertly down to my bum and started work.

His hands and technique were fantastic and I so nearly drifted off as he worked on my overstressed shoulders and neck. As he worked I could see him or his reflection from all angles and I couldn’t help noticing that, judging by the gentle swaying motion in his joggers, they were all he wore. He massaged my feet and rolled the towel up to my bum and worked on my calves, then bahis upwards to my thighs. Bliss. His hands slid up my thigh to the crease of my buttock then off to each side only just missing the edge of my neatly trimmed bush before making their way back to my knee.

“Are you comfortable, relaxed? “.

“Yes, certainly” I mewed with more confidence than I felt.

“Maybe you don’t need the towel any more?”

Before my brain had processed the information as a question my mouth had already said, “Sure.”

The towel was gently pulled away and his hands started work on my buttocks. God he was good but I am feeling a little vulnerable as I sense a little dampness between my legs.

“You must tell me if there is something you don’t like,” he said, pouring oil onto my buttocks. He massaged it in with expert fingers and then they started to stray into the crack of bum causing me to wriggle.

“You don’t like?” He enquired.

“No it’s fine” said my autonomous mouth, and it was delicious; unexpected and extremely personal, but delicious. He massaged round my sphincter with a delicate finger. Outrageously fantastic, I never knew there were so many sensitive nerves there and I was definitely flowing now, I couldn’t help pushing my eager bum gently towards his agile fingers. Did one just penetrate ever so slightly? I think so!

This is totally outside my comfort zone but it feels so fucking fantastic. A bolt of electricity shot through my core as he removed his finger and I sensed that glorious feeling of my bum closing behind it: please let this go on for ever.

“Please turn over now”.

I obeyed, no longer worried about the towel or that my excitement was becoming obvious: my juices had already left a mark on the sheet of the massage table and my pussy lips were opening with excitement. My mouth took off on its own again,

“I feel at a bit of a disadvantage, exposed like this.”

“You prefer to be equal?” And with that he pulled the string of his joggers and they fell to the floor. If his chest was remarkable his but and crotch were truly magnificent. Flat stomach, six pack, completely waxed, not a hair in sight, showing his generous cock to best advantage.

I do love a completely waxed man, they’re so silky smooth. As he worked on my legs and thighs his hands worked over my mons without the slightest hesitation. I let out a satisfied mmmmm and my legs parted just a fraction more. His hands moved up my thighs to the very top then the one on the inside stroked my cleft on its way back to my knees. What’s a girl to do? My lips were swollen and my arousal was obvious. When he moved to my side it was the turn of my hand to become autonomous. It slid up the inside of his leg to the softness of his balls, his cock jerked a little and he smiled.

Our deneme bonusu mutual massaging became more and more erotic until his excitement was even more obvious than mine: rock hard! His hand passed over my outer lips, then the inner ones moving my moistness around in the most erotic way, one finger entered me, seeking out my g spot, while his thumb played on my clit. I massaged his magnificent cock and pulled his foreskin back to reveal the purple head glistening with precome, and as shiny as polished wood. Every time I ran my finger over the point where his foreskin joined his cock, it twitched in the most erotic way and I just love the feeling of a twitching cock: the power.

Meanwhile he had found my g spot and was rapidly bringing me to the edge, so much so that I was starting to buck around on the table.

“I think this massage is coming to an end soon” he said and I felt disappointment flow through me.

“We can finish it with my hands, my mouth, my cock or any mixture, just as you like.” My mouth made its own decision and let’s just say it wasn’t about to turn down a blow job from an Adonis and I hadn’t had a shag for weeks so mouth and cock it was.

He moved to the foot of the table, lowered his head so all I could see was his magnificent locks. I felt his warm breath on the inside of my thighs as he scooped my knees up in his arms. God the anticipation. I was ready to scream and he hadn’t even touched me yet. The tip of his tongue landed on my clit: fireworks! I can’t remember how long it took me to come but it wasn’t long. The lapping and suction when he sucked on my clit, trying to pull it into his mouth, were incredible: another explosion and just as my clit became hypersensitive he moved away, slipped on a condom and was kneeling on the table between my eagerly parted thighs.

His cock nuzzled the entrance to my pussy just touching the side of my clit, I sensed the warmth in my lips I get just before penetration and felt about to explode. I looked into his eyes imploringly and he lowered himself ever so slowly into me. I felt every millimetre of his magnificently rigid cock enter me and the magic feeling of fulness, then he started to move gently back and forth. He was good at massage but this was perfection! He took his cues from my breathing and as I was about to come slowed down to an agonising pace, I went over the edge and my spasms gripped his cock as I had another shuddering orgasm, he continued stroking in and out slowly and powerfully throughout.

I couldn’t help myself and I stared to thrash about below him. The sensation started to build again and I knew I was about to scream so I sank my nails into his magnificent buttocks and forced him to penetrate me till I felt his balls on my bum. I came and came and I swear I could feel the jerks of his cock as he filled the condom. Whoaaah, I haven’t had a toe curler like that for a while, Mr MR eat your hart out. Sadly, he had to pull out straight away, no afterglow here, but that’s condoms for you. I just felt fully, delightfully, robustly fucked.

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The echoes of the bell signaling the last class of the day at Alexander Hamilton High school had barely died away and Angela Patterson was already on the move towards the Computer Lab. She was the president of the Computer Club and, since Susan Spears parents had been transferred, she was acting as Recording Secretary as well. The club membership was small, only fourteen members, but they were fascinated by the intricacies of computing and could program and repair the devices with the skill of professionals.

Angela had already received a full scholarship in Computer Sciences at MIT next fall and, since she had more than enough credits to graduate, was taking some blow-off courses in her senior year and spent most of her time in the lab. She was a pretty girl with long, dark hair, soft brown eyes, a generous figure and long, shapely legs. She never wore makeup, kept her hair in a bun, favored shapeless drab clothing and wore a back pack. She wanted to be judged by her accomplishments, not her looks.

She wasn’t especially comfortable dealing with most girls her age either. They seemed to her to be rather vapid and scatterbrained, chattering and tweeting endlessly on their phones and among themselves about bands, makeup, boys, movies, television, the current fads in social media and clothing.

She was polite when spoken to, yet cultivated no friends other than her fellow club members. Predictably, most of the other students thought of her as a nerd, but were not above asking her for help with their laptops when something went wrong.

She was the darling of the school’s faculty both for her GPA and her computer skills, yet she sought no special treatment or recognition, asking only to be left alone to pursue her interests. She sought no attention from the opposite sex either, seeing them as clumsy, rude, immature and tactless.

Most boys ignored her and those that did occasionally ask her out, were politely and summarily rebuffed. She felt more comfortable around members of her own sex anyway, even though most of them were flighty bubbleheads.

Reaching the Computer Lab, she saw that she was alone and breathed a sigh of relief. She set to work on the minutes of the last meeting and quickly finished them. Most of it was taken up with a spirited discussion as to the relative merits of PC OS’s and improvements the members felt should be made to them.

She preferred the Apple OS X system while the other members either agreed with her or touted the merits of their own Windows and Linux systems. Things would become somewhat heated, but no one ever stayed angry for long. Saving the minutes to her hard drive, Angela turned her attention to a particularly vexing version of rootkit malware currently affecting parts of the schools computer system.

***

Veronica Warren shifted uncomfortably in her chair outside the office of the Student Advisor, crossing and uncrossing her shapely, muscled legs and fussing with her long, straight blonde hair. Her angelic face was curled in a frown of annoyance at having to miss cheerleading practice so tired old Mister Dempsey could hector her about missing classes or some such nonsense. She was the Captain of the cheerleading squad and therefore should be at practice instead of sitting here in this stuffy room after school was over.

“You may come in now, Miss Warren.”

Veronica, ‘Ronnie’ to her teammates, stood up, smoothed the pleats of her uniform skirt and strutted into old Dempsey’s cluttered office, flashing a crimson lipped, white toothed smile. Dempsey, as usual, was shuffling through a sea of papers on his battered desk, looking harried and distracted, graying hair a tangled mess, short sleeved white shirt rumpled and stained striped tie askew. He looked up at her, peering myopically through thick, black framed glasses and said “How are you this afternoon, Miss Warren?” in a reedy voice.

“Just fine, sir,” she replied, not feeling fine in the least.

“Please sit down,” Ronnie sat. “Now I have been reviewing your academic record preparatory to your graduation in the fall and am quite impressed. A steady ‘B’ average along with your many student activities is quite an accomplishment.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I see you have already secured a full scholarship in Physical Education at Stanford University, well done, well done.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now you’re probably wondering why I asked to see you this afternoon …” Dempsey began, riffling through a sheaf of papers.

‘C’mon, c’mon, I gotta get to practice’, Ronnie thought impatiently.

“… There seems to be a small discrepancy in the number of credits you need to graduate …” Dempsey continued.

Ronnie was instantly alert, “Discrepancy? What discrepancy?”

“It appears you are three academic credits shy of the number needed to graduate,” Dempsey said, “Therefore you will be required to take an additional class this year.”

“Wha … what sort of class,” Ronnie said, stunned at the turn of events.

“Ummm, let me see …” canlı bahis more paper shuffling. “Most of your classmates have already completed their schedules for the year … ah, here we are. You have a choice of either Auto Shop, Wood Shop, Computer Assisted Drafting or Computer Lab.”

“Huh? That’s it? There’s nothing else?”

“I’m afraid not. Now which one would you like?”

Ronnie thought frantically, the Shop classes were definitely out, loud, dirty, dangerous, ugh! Computer Assisted Drafting sounded boring. Computer Lab … hmmm … she knew a bit about computers. She’d be associating with a bunch of geeks and losers, still … “I’ll take Computer Lab, sir.”

“Excellent choice, Miss Warren, I’ll sign you up immediately.”

“May I go now, sir?”

“Yes, yes, of course, good day, Miss Warren.”

Ronnie made a beeline for the practice field, hoping she hadn’t missed too much. Maybe this Computer Lab thing wouldn’t be so bad. After all, she could always charm some boys into doing her work for her.

***

Angela was already in her seat at the Lab when Ronnie made her grand entrance. She had chosen her outfit carefully to make the best impression. Showing as much skin as was allowed, her hair was carefully combed and was wearing heels high enough to make her butt wiggle. Make up carefully applied, she smiled brightly as she swept into the classroom.

She knew she’d hit the mark by the looks on everyone faces; glazed eyes and open mouths on the boys, frowns and sneering lips on the girls; all except one who stared at her impassively. Ronnie was intrigued at the girls seeming indifference and chose a desk next to her, flouncing into her seat, the hem of her short skirt rising even higher on her shapely thighs. No reaction. How odd.

‘What’s this Little Princess doing here’, Angela thought, cynically. ‘Surely she isn’t interested in Computers and Information Processing, much less programming languages and system repair. She must be in the wrong room’.

“Good morning everyone,” said Mr. Rodman, “We have a new class member today, Miss Veronica Warren, welcome to Computer Lab, Miss Warren.”

“It’s a pleasure to be here, Mr. Rodman,” Ronnie purred, smiling sweetly and batting her mascaraed eyelashes at him. The boys continued to gape and the girls glared. Most everyone in school knew Ronnie or knew of her. She was the most popular girl in her grade with a constant entourage of muscular jocks following her about like so many ducklings after their mother.

She dated them all randomly, never settling on one, playing the field and enjoying every bit of the attention she received. She often wondered why none of the boys excited her sexually, but shrugged it off thinking she just hadn’t met the right one yet. Besides, she had college to think about and didn’t need any romantic entanglements at this time.

Angela shook her head in disdain at the performance. ‘Just another bimbo getting by on her looks’, she thought. Wasn’t she a cheerleader or something, whatever? She seemed pleasant enough and she definitely was pretty. No wonder all the boys liked her.

Angela suddenly felt dowdy and drab next to this silky skinned, tanned beauty. She had never given much thought to her appearance and was somewhat puzzled by her reaction to the girl’s presence. Then Mr. Rodman was speaking and her attention shifted to him.

“We are trying a new teaching method this year,” Mr. Rodman announced. “I will divide the class into teams of two each pairing one student with computer experience with another who has none. Miss Warren, have you much experience with computers?”

Ronnie shook her head, no.

“Ah, that completes the pairings then. You will be paired with Miss Patterson seated to your right. Mr. Allison, you and Ms. Hayes will be assigned to …”

‘What the devil …’ Angela thought. ‘Why stick me with this vapid beauty queen? This will be like teaching a goose algebra. This is just my luck’.

‘Crap on a cracker,’ Ronnie thought, ‘Why couldn’t I have some boy I could get to do my work for me? But nooo, I get the Ice Queen here. This is gonna suck big time.’

The girls eyed each other warily as Mr. Rodman continued reading off the list of assignments, then he said “If any of you have not been assigned a laptop previously, please see me after class and I will see you are issued one. Now, take the remainder of the class to converse with your teammate, review the syllabus I will be distributing and decide how you wish to proceed with the assignments.”

Angela made the first move. Extending her hand, she said “Hello, my name is Angela, welcome to Computer Lab. It seems we’ll be working together this year. Ronnie, isn’t it?”

Ronnie gripped the proffered hand, grinned and replied “Yes, that’s me alright. Nice to meet you Angela, can I call you Angie?”

Blue eyes met brown and something passed between them. They continued shaking hands, reluctant to let go, both feeling warm in the cool classroom. Ronnie broke the spell kaçak iddaa with an effort, releasing her grip and saying “You know a lot about computers, huh?”

“Um, yes, yes I do,” Angela replied, “You can call me Angie if you like, I don’t mind.”

“Oh, cool,” Ronnie said, grinning again, “I have a cousin named Angela and everybody calls her Angie. It just seemed to fit.”

“I understand you’re a cheerleader. That must be exciting for you.”

“Yeah, I love it. The exercise, the thrill of performing, the crowd’s reaction to our routines, it’s super fun.”

“I’m a virtual recluse compared to you. I’d much rather be working on a computer problem by myself in private, different interests and all that.”

“I’m used to working with a team, you with computers. I think this is gonna work out just fine.”

“Yes, yes, I think it will.”

***

Weeks passed and the girls became friends, much to their respective companions’ dismay and chagrin. They began spending more time together outside of class, sitting together at lunch in the cafeteria, strolling in the halls between classes, meeting to go shopping at the mall. They were an odd couple, a Bluebird and a Sparrow, flashy and drab, yet they increasingly enjoyed the others company in spite of their diverse backgrounds. Gradually, they began to develop mutual interests in a variety of subjects including Japanese Anime and European films.

Under Ronnie’s influence, Angie began taking more of an interest in her appearance. After meeting with Ronnie’s beautician and hairdresser, she had her hair cut in a newer style, began wearing it long, started using makeup and affected more stylish and revealing clothing. It didn’t take long for the boys to notice the dark haired beauty that had suddenly appeared in their midst and began paying her more attention.

Ronnie, for her part, began to appreciate the advantages of a well-rounded education outside of athletics, courtesy of Angie who introduced her to art, literature and history and made it interesting instead of dull and boring as she had always thought. Since they were never shy of admiring male companionship, the girls double dated on weekends and enjoyed it immensely. However, they were most happy and content just being together.

No high school would be complete without a rumor mill and a gossip grapevine and Alexander Hamilton High was no exception. The primary topics of the moment were Angie’s physical transformation and she and Ronnie’s blossoming friendship. In due course, the rumor started that the girls were sweet on each other, but there was no evidence of this and the rumor quickly died. They dated boys didn’t they, so they must be straight and just close friends.

***

“Will you be staying for dinner, Ronnie?” said Mrs. Patterson, walking into the family room where the girls were studying together.

“Sure she will,” Angie replied, “We’re having spaghetti, meatballs, sausage and garlic bread. C’mon and stay.”

“I’d love to,” Ronnie replied, “I’ll text my Mom and tell her I’ll be home later.” She took her iPhone from her back pocket, typed rapidly, hit send and received a reply a moment later. “Mom says ‘Hi’ and no problem; she’ll see me later on.”

After dinner was over, the girls went back in the family room to study and Angie’s parents went up to their bedroom to watch TV. Finishing their studies, the girls decided to watch some Anime. So engrossed in it were they, that they failed to notice the worsening weather conditions outside.

Soon it was raining heavily and the wind was picking up, followed by thunder and lightning. Mrs. Patterson came downstairs and said “The Weather Bureau’s issued a severe thunderstorm warning for the next few hours. Maybe you better stay the night, Ronnie; it’s too dangerous to drive.”

“Ooh, yeah, stay with us, we can have a sleepover like when we were kids,” Angie said excitedly.

Mrs. Warren raised an eyebrow at the seemingly innocent invitation, but said nothing.

“Yeah, that’d be fun,” Ronnie replied, “Lemme text Mom and see if it’s okay with her.”

Ronnie’s mother said it would be fine and thanked the Patterson’s for taking care of her. “They’ve already announced power outages in the area,” Mrs. Patterson continued, “There’s a flashlight in the right hand kitchen drawer by the ‘fridge in case you need it.”

The girls thanked her, she went back upstairs and they continued watching their Anime. The storm outside continued to intensify, the claps of thunder and flashes of lightning causing the girls to instinctively cuddle together on the couch, each comforted by the others presence. Then the lights went out.

“Well, shit,” Ronnie said, disgustedly, “That ends that.”

“It sure is raining,” Angie replied, “I’m glad you stayed over.”

“Me too, driving in rain makes me nervous, I might skid or something.”

“I’ll get the flashlight and we’ll go upstairs.”

“Watch out, it’s really dark.”

Thump!

“Ow, fuck!”

“What happened? kaçak bahis You okay?”

“Yeah, I hit my knee on that stupid chair. There we are, now we can see. Let’s go.”

Reaching Angie’s room, she said “I think I have some stuff for you to sleep in.”

“No prob,” Ronnie said, “I sleep naked. Is that a problem?”

“Nope, I only wear panties to bed.”

Ronnie held the flashlight while Angie turned down the duvet and top sheet, then they undressed and crawled into bed. Hearts beating, they lay together in the dark. They had never been in such an intimate situation before; it was so exciting.

“I’m not sleepy,” Angie said.

“Neither am I.”

“We could talk I guess.”

“Or we could do this,” Ronnie replied, rolling half on top of Angie and kissing her hard on the mouth.

Surprised, Angie gasped, and then returned the kiss with equal fervor. They embraced and kissed hungrily for several minutes, rubbing their bodies together. Stopping to breathe, Angie said “God, I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too,” Ronnie purred, kissing her neck, “I wanted to kiss you weeks ago, but I thought you’d get mad at me or somethin’.”

“Mmmm, that feels good,” Angie said, “I thought about it too, but I was scared you’d think I was weird.”

“Does this feel weird?” Ronnie said, kissing her again. They continued kissing as they began to explore each other. “Oooh, you naughty girl,” Ronnie said, caressing Angie’s bare ass, “No panties, huh?”

“You don’t mind do you?” Angie said playfully, sliding her hand between Ronnie’s legs and onto her damp pussy, “What do we have here?”

“Mmmmm, stick your finger in,” Ronnie moaned, groping for and finding Angie’s equally damp pussy and slipping a finger in, “Like this.”

Angie did and, moaning into Ronnie’s mouth, they kissed and fingered each other for several minutes, kissing hungrily, their passions rising until Angie cried, “Fuck me harder, I’m cumming!” She rubbed Ronnie’s clit hard as they climaxed in unison, muffling their cries of joy in their partner’s mouth.

Pussies tingling in delicious aftershocks, they lay side by side, holding hands, breathing hard, savoring their first sexual experience together.

“That was intense,” Ronnie said, “You made me cum so hard, it was wonderful.”

“Oh, I know,” Angie replied, “Your fingers felt so damn good in my pussy I could hardly stand it.”

Ronnie sat up and said, “Now I want to taste you.”

“Oh yeah,” Angie said, “Suck my pussy, baby. I want your tongue in me.” She raised her knees, spread her legs wide and Ronnie slid between them, the delicious aroma of an aroused woman filling her nostrils. She licked gently at Angie’s dripping hole and, loving the taste, covered the girl’s labial lips with her mouth and sucked noisily while driving her wiggling tongue between them.

“Oh God, oh Jesus, yesyesyes,” Angie moaned as Ronnie licked and sucked her cunt. Hips jerking, she writhed on the bed, wanting her lover to eat her, eat her until she could cum in her sweet mouth. Ronnie had never tasted anything this delicious as Angie’s plentiful pre-cum juices filled her mouth. She gulped, swallowed and went back for more.

Angie was going insane as Ronnie stuck two fingers in her pussy and twisted them around, in and out, while sucking on her lover’s swollen clit. “Ahhhhh, fuck me, fuck me,” Angie howled, “Oh God, I’m gonna cummmm …” and she did, slamming her pussy against Ronnie’s mouth, her orgasm making her shake all over as she erupted in a flood of ejaculate.

Ronnie choked, gasped and swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her chin and onto the sheets. She ate Angie to a second powerful orgasm, then crawled up her body and embraced her until she calmed.

“Ohhh, that was so damn good, baby,” Angie panted. “Your tongue about drove me crazy.”

“I like driving you crazy,” Ronnie replied, kissing her.

“Now it’s your turn,” Angie said, “Spread them legs, babe, I’m gonna lick your pussy until you can’t stand it.”

Ronnie did and then Angie snuggled down between her lover’s muscular thighs. Her mouth watered as she smelled the aroma of the girl’s gooey snatch and she licked gently at the warm flesh. A gasp and a throaty moan from Ronnie encouraged her to explore further. She began licking from the girls puckered asshole up to her throbbing clit and down again, over and over until Ronnie’s moans were as loud as shouts.

Gripping Ronnie’s thigh with one hand, Angie sucked, licked and nipped at her lover’s engorged clit while working two fingers deep inside her, wanting to get her off as strongly as she had done to her. Within minutes, Ronnie shrieked, her back arched and she began writhing on the bed, her orgasm burning through her.

Angie hung on and continued sucking until Ronnie had a second orgasm and fell back on the bed, uttering little whimpers of release and gasping for breath. Angie hugged her until Ronnie’s breathing slowed and she murmured, “Damn, woman, you sure can suck pussy. I thought my head was gonna explode.”

“I’m so glad you liked it, love,” Angie replied, “I wanted you to cum as hard as I did when you ate me.”

“Like it, I loved it. I only wish we’d done this sooner,” Ronnie said, “I guess we’re Lesbians now, huh?”

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“Jimmy, NO!” I squealed.

Startled, I used the edge of the swim platform to quickly push away. Jimmy had swum up behind me and without warning his fingers had deftly found my clit and parted my folds. As his hand slid out of my bikini bottom, he pulled the suit tight until it caught in my slit and jerked out of his fingers.

Jimmy spun me around and kissed me full on the mouth. I held my lips tight and didn’t allow his tongue in my mouth. Damn he was strong. His grip on both my butt cheeks was pinning me against his hips and pushing his erection against my exposed labia. Not this time I thought and I pushed on his shoulders and bit his lip.

He released me and checked to see if his lip was bleeding. It wasn’t.

“Ouch!” He mumbled through his fingers.

“What the fuck, why did you bite me? Your nipples are rock hard and poking through the fabric. I wasn’t going to go any farther. I thought a little fun would be OK. C’mon Hannah, you want this as much as me. We’ve been together two years!” He protested.

I grabbed the swim platform and regained my composure.

“Damn it Jimmy, it doesn’t matter if it had been ten years. You’re not going to finger fuck me in this pond. I’m not going to risk another infection because you have a hard-on. My nipples are hard because of the chilly water. And as to your intentions, that’s bullshit, you’d have been inside me if I’d taken another second to push away.”

Jimmy’s shoulders shrugged submissively and his expression took on the look of a toddler who had his candy snatched away.

“And Jimmy, you just can’t shove your hand down my pants or stick your dick in me any time you want. It’s my choice not yours. And you’d better look out, Mikayla’s coming up behind you.”

Jimmy turned to face Mikayla just in time to catch a face full of water.

“I saw what you did to Hannah, and I’ll punch your lights out if I ever see you make my little sister jump like that again.” Mikayla said, as she splashed more water in his face.

“It wasn’t me; it was a fish that startled her.” Jimmy sputtered in self-defense.

I winked at Mikayla, “He’s right, it was the biggest goddamn ‘grope-her’ that I’ve ever seen. And it swam right up between my legs.”

“That’s what I thought.” Mikayla said as she pulled herself up onto the swim platform.

I watched Jimmy stare at my sister’s crotch as she pulled herself out of the water. Mikayla’s full boobs, firm ass and the cameltoe that had formed in the crotch of her wet bikini bottom had commanded his full attention.

“Jimmy!” I said as I slapped the back of his head.

“What was that for?” Jimmy’s said as his head spun to face me with a look of absolute innocence.

“You damn-well know what it was for.” I said as I pulled myself up onto the swim platform.

“Ah, Hannah, you need to fix your suit before Jimmy swallows his tongue.” Mikayla giggled.

“Oops, my bad.” I giggled back.

Jimmy had refocused his attention to my bottom. I could feel exactly what he was looking at. My suit was tugging at my clit. I reached down with one hand, looped the fabric under my finger and slowly covered my fully exposed labia. I used two fingers to smooth and adjust the suit. With naughty intent I traced one finger through my folds. This cameltoe wouldn’t be accidental like my sister’s had been.

“Oops, my ass.” Jimmy laughed.

“Hannah, how can you scold him if you’re gonna tease him like that?” Mikayla chided.

“It must have been the grouper.” I chuckled.

*****

I checked the shoreline trail that led back to the farmhouse. There were acres of hay fields all around the pond. But the trees and scrub brush that surrounded the pond provided swimmers with complete seclusion. Confident that we were alone, I motioned to my sister that I was taking off my top.

Mikayla smiled quizzically, pointed to her own breasts and silently lip synced the words, “Me too?”

“If you want, it’s ok with me.” I nodded, as she pulled off her top. I envied her bountiful breasts. They were two cup sizes larger than mine, firm and had puffy nipples. Jimmy was about to get an unexpected treat. I laid on my tummy with my head cradled in my arms. Mikayla did the same.

“Jimmy if you’re able to climb up on the swim platform with that gigantic hard-on, you’re welcome to join us.” I teased.

“I’m going to swim it off, you and Mikayla are killing me.” Jimmy mumbled.

I reached back and pulled my bikini bottom between my butt cheeks and rolled down the fabric along the top of my hips.

“That should help blend my tan.” I whispered to Mikayla.

“Good idea, but don’t expect Jimmy to keep his hands off of you.” Mikayla said, as she adjusted her suit the same way.

“No, we just had a talk about his hands, but I’m not sure about his ability to keep his eyes off of you. Mika, even I can’t keep my eyes off you. Your body is stunning.” I said with admiration.

“You want me to cover up again?”

“Not on my account, it’s such a pretty day and the sun bonus veren siteler feels so good on my bare skin.” I replied.

Jimmy swam a lap around the platform and grabbed the deck on the side closest to our feet. I knew that he had a boy’s best view of our tits and ass. I could sense a slight rocking motion of the platform. Basking in the sunshine with a smile on my face I suspected that my sister also knew what he was doing.

Jimmy had pulled himself up enough to peer over the edge of the deck. He was rewarded with side boob and tight ass views of both of us.

“You’re both fucking with me and I can play your silly game.” He muttered under his breath.

Jimmy pulled off his suit and quietly set it up on the deck.

Mikayla and I were laying with our heads cradled in our arms facing away from him. My perky breasts and ass were firm and revealing. The sides of my boobs were completely exposed with my nipples brushing the deck. Water beaded on the skin of my side boob and tickled as it ran down to the deck. I clinched both of my ass cheeks tight for Jimmy.

Jimmy couldn’t help himself; he had sheepishly focused his attention on Mikayla’s breast and crotch. Her side boob was half compressed into the deck and had a stunning tan line. Her untanned milky white skin was captivating. The tanning oil caused her skin to glisten in the sun. He noticed that she had spread her legs wider just as he’d pulled himself up on the edge of the deck. The wet white fabric covering her crotch was so form fitting that it appeared almost transparent. He could clearly see impressions of her piercing and every contour of her clean-shaven labia. Jimmy lusted to push his cock into her pussy from behind. He quickly shot his load under the swim platform into the cold pond water with just a few strokes.

Jimmy pulled himself up onto the deck and walked naked, dick swinging semi-erect, to a position in front of us. He laid down on his back, folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. The warm breeze was drying the short curly hairs from his chest, down his happy trail to his balls.

“Deal with it.” Was Jimmys last thought before he drifted off to sleep.

*****

This was the first time that I’d skinny dipped with anyone but Jimmy. Asking Mikayla to join us had been on a whim. She was home from college and looked bored so I invited her.

When Jimmy stepped over me I smiled at Mikayla. Surprised by his casual boldness, I watched as he stopped in front of us, cock and balls swinging freely. He didn’t make eye contact with either of us. Without displaying any bravado he had simply laid down full length in front of us and drifted off to sleep. It took all my self-control to remain silent and let the event unfold on its own.

Mikayla stood up and stretched. She looked down on Jimmy and then turned and looked down on me. She smiled as she applied sunscreen to her chest, arms and legs.

I hadn’t seen Mikayla naked since we were little girls. So, when I saw the tiny bulge at the top of her cameltoe, I was dumbfounded. My sister had her clit pierced and kept it a secret from me. I glanced up to her face and our eyes met. She had been watching me make my discovery.

After sharing the all-knowing glance with me, Mikayla shrugged and then nonchalantly stripped off her bikini bottom.

I was at a loss for words, the only thing I could think of to say was, “Fix me too.”

“Yes ma’am.” Mikayla answered in a whisper.

Mikayla reached down and untied the strings on both sides of my bikini bottom. I lifted my hips slightly. And with a move, not unlike pulling a wet diaper off a toddler, she stripped off my bikini bottom.

Mikayla then sat cross legged on the deck admiring Jimmy’s fine body. My boyfriend was tall and fit. His curly sun-bleached chest hair was downy soft and got darker half-way down the happy trail to his pubis and balls. The hair on his legs and arms were so sun bleached that they were almost invisible. I studied my sister’s face as she checked out my boyfriend. I could see the lust in her gaze and it turned me on.

Mikayla’s first naughty impulse was to trace her fingers through Jimmy’s body hair. She had never seen underarm hair that look so soft, curly and inviting. But Jimmy was not hers to stroke. Mikayla shifted her thoughts and gaze to his amazing cock. Even in sleep it’s length and girth were impressive.

“Uh-hum. Sis are you lusting after my boyfriend?’ I chuckled.

“No way, whatever gave you that idea?” Mikayla whispered back without breaking her gaze.

“Ah, maybe it’s your body language, both of your nipples are rock hard and I think I see some drool at the corner of your mouth.” I teased.

Mikayla continued, without any shame to eye fuck Jimmy.

“You know that it’s wrong for you to obsess over my boyfriend. Don’t you?” I said without a modicum of jealousy.

“No.” Mikayla answered. “This is our private swimming hole and it’s my right, no, it’s my duty to admire all naked men who come here. bahis But little Sis, you’ve been holding back on me. I’ve always been forthright in telling you about my sexual adventures. And yet you’ve failed to disclose some basic information about yours.”

“What was I supposed to say? Did you really want to know that Jimmy pounds your little sister’s cervix every time we fuck? I think not. It would have been like the time Mom tried to explain to us what an orgasm was.” I smirked.

“Ewe…” Mikayla gasped, “I remember that we couldn’t get out of the house fast enough.”

The sun, wind, water and puffy white clouds overhead had a mesmerizing effect that all but made time stop. I glanced at my watch.

“Well, he’s been on his back for thirty-minutes and I don’t want him to burn. Get suited up or not, I don’t care, but I’ve got to wake him. So, you might want to turn your head. I’m going to call his bluff the old-fashioned way.” I warned.

“I’m good, if you are,” Mikayla replied and then added with a smile, “Besides I’m curious about your old-fashioned methods.”

“Alright, but sis, I’m not looking for a critique.” I answered with a firmness that didn’t expose the anxiety that I was feeling. After all, I was about to blow my boyfriend with my sister watching. We’d talked about sex with each other but never more than that.

I got up on all fours and crawled over to Jimmy. I placed my index finger just under the crown of his cock on his circumcision scar. I lifted the head of his massive cock and gently licked it until it began to stir. Then I took as much of it into my mouth as I could without choking. Using both my hands and my mouth I fondled his balls and worked his shaft in and out with reckless abandon.

“Oh, yeah baby, that’s nice.” Jimmy moaned with his eyes closed.

Mikayla silently fondled herself while watching the back of her sister’s head bob up and down on Jimmy’s fully erect cock. She had to admit that her sister was giving head at an Olympic medal level. Hannah was using a fist below her lips to follow each stroke and pound Jimmy’s cock into submission.

Jimmy rolled his head to the side facing Mikayla and opened his eyes. Mikayla placed the index finger of her left hand against her lips in a shushing motion and let Jimmy watch her masturbate. Jimmy buried one hand in Hannah’s hair to guide her strokes and made it a silent threesome. Locked on Mikayla’s eyes he reached between Hanna’s legs and inserted two fingers through Hannah’s wet and ready folds. His fingers were mirroring those of Mikayla.

Just a few seconds after Jimmy began finger fucking her sister, Mikayla suddenly pulled her hand from between her legs and snatched up her bikini.

Mikayla, embarrassed by Jimmy’s actions, turned her head away and quickly backed off the swim platform into the pond. The chilly water instantly returned her to her senses. She had momentarily forsaken her sisterly status and flirted with Jimmy. But Hannah was right, she had no business obsessing over him. She knew that Jimmy, like most boys his age, would have fucked her in a heartbeat without any regard for her sister. Mikayla hadn’t been calling his bluff, she’d been flirting dangerously close to that line that sisters should never cross. Mikayla, suit in hand, swam to shore without looking back.

I could hear my sister swimming away from the platform towards the shore. I shook Jimmy’s hand out of my hair. I continued the tug fest on his cock with my right hand and watched Mikayla put on her suit and disappear up the trail towards the farmhouse. I removed my hand from his cock and straddled his chest.

“This was a one-time event.” I said as I pinned Jimmy’s shoulders to the platform.

“You mean no more skinny dipping?”

“No, I mean you’re never going to see my sister naked again. And we’ll never speak about it in her presence. Tell me you understand and agree, or we’re done here.” I threatened him in my most serious tone.

“I agree, secret it is, but you don’t have to go Rambo about it.” Jimmy replied.

I lifted my hips, shifted backward over his fully engorged cock and with a well-practiced move, impaled myself. I lowered my pussy down his shaft until it slammed into his balls. Like the cowgirl that I am, I rode him until he was panting and spent.

“How, are you doing cowboy?” I quipped as I shifted to a sitting position without releasing his cock.

Jimmy reached up and squeezed my breasts, tweaked both my nipples and said, “Rock it, I’m ready to give you another ride.”

“No way.” I said as I felt his cock quiver and fill me again.

“Way,” He said before mimicking a rodeo announcer, “Outta chute number five, all the way from Waco, Texas is a little Missy who’s riding Jimmy ‘the stud’ Wilson.”

Jimmy moved his hands from my breasts to my butt and began bucking me up and down. His piston action was fast and furious. I stopped laughing and clenched my pussy tight around his cock and squeezed with all my might. There was no way that I was going to deneme bonusu let him buck me off.

“Eight more seconds til the horn, don’t let go, damn you’re so tight. Aahhhgg!” He shouted just before shooting another load into my totally soaked pussy.

He made it to the horn with a hip slamming push that shot me up as high as he could lift me off the deck. If I hadn’t grabbed his skinny butt with both hands, he would have launched me off the deck into the water.

I collapsed laughing into his arms and gently kissed his lips.

“I’d love to stay and lounge but we’ve got to go, way too much sun, we’ll be burnt to a crisp.” I said as I dove into the pond, suit in hand.

The water felt great against my naked body as I swam to shore.

Jimmy caught up with me and ran a hand up my thigh towards my crotch. But before I could chastise him, he withdrew his hand and exclaimed with a shit-eating-grin: “Just joking.”

*****

I tiptoed down the hall to Mikayla’s bedroom and knocked lightly. I didn’t know before today’s swim that she had a clit ring and I’d been obsessed with it all evening.

“Come in.” Mikayla said in a hushed voice.

It was a little before midnight and the rest of the household was sleeping. Showered, shaved and lotioned, Mikayla had slipped into a loose-fitting silk tap pant and Baylor sleep shirt. It was almost midnight as she sat at her desk surfing a new website.

Mikayla was a year older and an inch shorter than me. But her breasts were two cup sizes larger. Teasing banter about her height from me usually caused her to remark on my much smaller bust size. Tonight, was no different.

“What’s up shorty?” I Teased.

“Just surfing a site that Becky sent me.” Mikayla replied, then added for the first time, with a snicker, “Little bro.”

“Mika,” I said indignantly. “I’m not even close to being flat chested.”

‘Yeah, and I’m not that much shorter.” Mikayla countered.

My attention shifted to her laptop. A thirty something woman slowly pulled two fingers from inside the outer lips of her vulva upward, stretching her clitoral hood and fully exposing her clitoris. The woman stopped her two-finger motion at the top of the arc and held the skin stretched tight.

“Are you surfing porn?” I whispered.

“No, it’s an educational site for women. Becky sent me a website called OMGYES and a link to the Marie Clare article from July of last year. Women designed the site for women, to enlighten us about our sensuality. But it’s not free anymore, it costs fifty bucks. I’ll have to surf it on Becky’s computer after class sometime. Becky sent me this clip.”

“What’s to learn? Just tickle your trigger and ride the explosion.” I quipped.

“No, it’s more than that, I just read the Marie Clare article, where Emma Watson in an interview talks about the site. It sounds cool. Thousands of women share their experiences about the big O.”

“Like I said, just tickle it til you glow.” I giggled, slightly embarrassed that we were talking about masturbating.

“What do you know about it, little miss I’ve got a boyfriend with a cock the size of a baseball bat.” Mikayla mumbled to her computer screen as she turned it off.

“I heard that. You don’t have to be jealous about it. All I know is, when I touch myself it’s never as good as with Jimmy. It’s a fullness and closeness thing that’s missing when I do it myself.” I said in a hushed voice.

Mikayla’s expression turned sad, like she had something to say that I didn’t want to hear.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” I asked softly.

“I’m ashamed of my actions at the swim platform. Jimmy opened his eye’s while you were blowing him and caught me with my hand between my legs. And I encouraged him to watch for a second.” Mikayla confessed.

“I could tell by his moaning and thrusting that something had turned him on. He’s never put his hand on my head like that before. I glanced back towards you but you were already in the water. I told him that he was never going to see you naked again and that he wasn’t ever to talk about it or I’d kick his ass. It’s no big deal sis, I was showing off. I wanted you to see that I was a big girl too.”

Mikayla stood up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gave me a big comforting hug.

“When you turned eighteen, I stopped thinking of you as a little girl, but you’ll always be my little sister. But all afternoon I was feeling guilty about Jimmy. I love you sis and would never do anything to hurt you.” She whispered in my ear.

I wrapped my arms below Mikayla’s and placed my fingers in the small of her back. As our bodies came together, my perky nipples brushed hers.

“Nice hug,” I stammered, and then added shyly, “I could feel your nipples get hard under your shirt, did my boobs cause that?”

Mikayla laughed almost loud enough to wake the household.

“Sweet Sis, if I inadvertently bumped a cardboard box against my nipples, they’d get hard. In fact, I can’t go braless without them getting hard at the most inconvenient times.” Mikayla explained.

Embarrassed by my assumption, I whispered shyly, “Jimmy and I saw your clit ring today, you never shared that with me. Why not? Was it painful? What does it feel like when you’re walking around?”

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This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language, please DO NOT read this!

This story is a work of fiction! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form!

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Copyright © 2006 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved.

Alex was in his room, masturbating, thinking of a hot, older teacher at school, as he had a pair of his mom’s lacey panties wrapped around his long, thick cock shaft, while thoughts of the teacher ran through his overheating mind. “Oh fuck, suck my cock you god…damn…horny bitch!” he moaned louder, now his own sexy mom filled his mind as he stroked faster. “That’s it you nasty…fucking…cunt! Suck it you sexy, old bitch, suck it!” Alex cried out, pulling on his long cock as his mom filled his thoughts again.

Ronda Jennings walked towards her son’s bedroom door and her heart raced. ‘Oh my god, he has a woman in there! she thought, and opened his door. Alex was on his bed, turned on his side and was masturbating for all he was worth, but something else rocked Ronda to her core as her eyes were transfixed onto her son’s penis. He had a pair of the panties she used to wear for his father on their sex night, wrapped tightly around his cock, using them for his vile act.

“Alex Jennings! What in god’s name are you doing and why…why are you using…MY panties to do this?” she screamed at him, but still transfixed, she couldn’t pull her eyes away from his swollen, young penis, as she felt her lonely nipples growing hard.

He jumped and quickly sat up; knowing his mom would lecture him for hours and hours. “Damn mom, don’t you know how to knock?” he yelled at her, her face red with anger.

“This is my house and I can do anything I want…including, coming into this room, and I DO NOT have to knock! I heard you and thought you had some…some whore in here, having sex with her! And, why do you have…” she paused, stepped towards him and jerked her panties from him, but they were around his penis so tightly, that she pulled his cock towards her, and as such, Alex did the worst thing ever.

“Mom…no!” Alex yelled at her as he exploded. Cum raced up his cock-shaft and it started spraying all over the front of his mom, covering her suit and his floor. Cum squirted and squirted from his hard meaty cock.

Ronda jumped when Alex yelled, and she got the shock of her 38 years of life. His penis jerked and her son’s hot seed, all but drowned the front of her best outfit. “Oh my god, you’re disgusting and such a pervert!” she screamed, as he continued to unleash his filthy seed all over her and one of her best church skirts.

“So what! I’m in my room, I had the door closed and you need to learn to respect my privacy!” he yelled, as his cock stopped spurting, as he smiled looking down at her skirt. ‘Damn, mom brought out the fucking best in me!’ he thought with a laugh, and was glad that he was going to his dad’s place for the weekend.

Ronda looked at him, drew back her hand and slapped him with all of her might. “This is my house young man and you’ll live by my rules or…you can get out!” she yelled, and slapped him again.

Alex grabbed the side of his face and it felt like it was on fire. “Fine, I’ll go live with dad and you can go to hell! I’m sick of you and all this bullshit! It’s no wonder why dad left you, and I don’t blame him one fucking bit!” he yelled, and his mom tried slapping him again, but he grabbed her hand, twisted it and shoved her back. “You’ll not slap me again mom, and I mean it! I’m eighteen and I can have you arrested!” he said, wiping off his cock and pulling up his pants. “I’m going to dad’s place and I’m going to ask if I can move in with him” he added, grabbing his bag, he left mom standing in his room shell shocked.

Ronda was so shocked at Alex that her heart broke in two. She had driven away a very loving man, and now, her only child and she started crying. “What have…I done?” she sobbed and went to her room, thinking of Alex and just how long his penis was. ‘He’s a lot longer than his dad and sooo much thicker too!’ she moaned, squeezing her big thighs together, as her mind filled with wicked thoughts of her son.

‘I’m having lunch with Sofia tomorrow and I’ll tell her about all this craziness, maybe she can help me figure it all out’ Ronda thought, thinking of how close she was with her son Dave, and wondered how she convinced him to stay home with her.

*.

“Oh dad, you should have seen her fucking face when I my shot my load on her!” Alex laughed with his dad, as they drank a beer and watched his girlfriend swimming in the pool. “You would have thought that she was seeing Jesus himself!” he laughed harder and bahis siteleri glanced at his dad’s girl.

Tom Jennings laughed at son and watched him eye Olga in the pool. She was twenty-two, from Sweden and she was six-foot tall. Her blonde hair was long and her body was that of a goddess. Nice D sized breasts, a trim 24 inch waist and a set of beautiful 34-inch hips.

“Yeah her and her ‘god-fearing’ ways and that fucking church of hers! Other than the fuckin’ great sex we had, I’m glad I left and wish like hell I would have gotten custody of you, but with the way I travel and constantly move around, the judge all but laughed at me for even asking” Tom said, as he saw the shocked look on Alex’s face.

He heard his dad, but couldn’t believe what he just said, and Alex wanted to know more. “What? Mom and great sex in the same sentence, did I hear you right?” he asked, looking at his dad as he drank more of his beer.

Tom knew he shouldn’t have let it slip, but oh well, and besides, he thought Alex might enjoy hearing about his ‘perfect’ mother. “Boy, your mom is…what’s the best way to put this?” he said, seeing that his son was really enjoying this. “If done correctly and time is taken…your mom was the best fuck I ever had in my life and I’m not kidding! She’s a cock-loving whore and once that bitch got horny, she all but killed me!” he laughed, and saw that Alex’s mind was racing with thoughts.

Dad’s words filled his ears, but Alex could not believe this shit. “No fucking way! You mean mom, Ronda Jennings, your ex-wife and the bitch that slapped the shit out of me today!” he replied with shock, and just figured his dad was fucking with him.

Tom laughed and yelled for Olga to get them two more beers. “Yes, your mom is a raging cock whore and she is a wild animal if she gets excited and horny! I couldn’t control that bitch, and she loved to dress up, loved me talking dirty to her, and she loved me to slap that ass of hers and…this may interest you.” Tom stopped to drink the last of his been and went on.

“Go on!”

“She also loved to role play, as well as play some very dirty games too. She loved calling me Daddy, as I held her big ass down and hammered her tight cunt!” he added, laughing at the look on Alex’s face, as he thought of Ronda’s sexy, 40-inch ass and the way she loved it slapped so hard.

“Holy fuck, I can’t believe this shit, you have to tell me more dad! Please!” Alex said, looking at his dad as he too, finished his beer.

Tom smiled and wondered if he should tell Alex of one other role play his mom dearly loved. “She is a fuckin sex-crazed slut, but I had to work at it, and once she was ready…oh my fucking god!” he moaned, as he felt his cock growing just thinking about her. “But, her favorite thing…and I’m telling you this under one condition, you best not say anything to her or anyone! Understand?” he said with a low, fatherly voice as he looked into his sons eyes.

“I won’t dad!” Alex replied, and couldn’t wait to hear more about mom, but Olga walked towards them and she gave Alex a big smile. He couldn’t help looking at her tall, lean body and her perfect breasts.

Tom thanked Olga for the two beers and gave Alex a swift kick under the table. “Stop looking at my girl punk or I’ll kick your ass! And you stop teasing the poor kid!” he said and gave her a slap on the ass.

“Ouch Tom, why you do that to me? I just playing and you know I never fock your son…only you my lover!” Olga said with her Swedish accent and leaned down to slide her tongue deep into his mouth. “See, you are my man and nothing change that,” she smiled and went back to the pool.

Alex watched and laughed. “Damn dad, she is so fucking hot…now, back to mom and I want to hear it all! Don’t leave out anything!” he said and took a big drink.

Tom knew he shouldn’t tell Alex and hoped the kid wouldn’t tell her. “If she was really horny and I mean horny…she loved for me to call her…you better not say anything!

“I won’t dad!”

“She loved for me to call her…mom!” he said with a grin and loved the look on Alex’s face.

He heard dad and came close to pissing in his pants. “Wow, mom the church going, god fearing woman is a nasty ass bitch!” Alex said with a laugh and his mind went crazy, thinking of the possibilities and wanting to know more. “So, what did you do to get her horny and get her so excited?” he asked, as a crazy idea began to form in his head. ‘I could get her turned on and see what the fuck happens! Wouldn’t that be so cool, me fucking the shit out of ole’ mom and that great fuckin’ body of hers. Wow!’ he thought and waited for dad to go on.

Tom laughed and knew his son was evil. “And um…why would something like that interest you, and I can see that warped, little mind of yours working!”

“Me, warped and evil!” Alex laughed, his dad was right.

“Yeah you fucker, and I can see you thinking. Would you really consider fucking your mom and deal with what could happen, if things went wrong?” canlı bahis siteleri he asked, knowing his kid was as crazy as he was.

Alex smiled and thought about mom. She was a great looking lady, tall, dark brown hair to the middle of her back and those big, dark eyes. She had a big set of tear-drop tits, and a little bit of a tummy, but nothing nasty, and a fine ass and nice hips. “Would you, if you were in my shoes and after hearing what you just said?”

Tom laughed and drank more beer. “You’re a sick, perverted little fucker and I shouldn’t have told you this!” he laughed, and looked at his son. “But, she really loved it when I’d tell her how nice she looked and complemented her on everything. Your mom loves roses and lots of them too!” he stopped to take another drink and remembered some of their fun times. “She also loves going out to dinner and dancing, but what your dear sweet mother loved the most was…when I took her out to the shooting range and she felt the guns exploding with all that power in her hands! She’d get so fucking horny, I could smell her cunt and her nipples would get as hard as…bullets!” he laughed, and knew what Alex was up to.

“Wow, I would have never guessed or known!” he said and could feel his cock growing hard.

“Well, if you try any shit with her, be ready, because she might kill you for trying or simply end up fucking you to death!”

“I will dad and don’t worry.”

*.

“You look upset Ronda and I’ve been your friend for years. So are you going to tell me what’s bothering you or are we going to play twenty questions?” Sofia asked, as she saw Ronda’s eyes begin to well up with tears.

Ronda took a sip of her tea and looked at her friend. “Friday afternoon I came home early and caught Alex…in his room, and he was…was masturbating and he was using a pair of my…my panties,” she said, as she wiped a tear from her right eye.

“So what, that’s no big deal. Dave used to masturbate like crazy and I’d catch him constantly, but you and your church ways…you had a fit, didn’t you?” Sofia said, and moved closer to Ronda.

“Yes and I slapped him sooo hard too! He’s going to ask Tom if he can move in with him and then I’ll be all alone!” she said, as her tears poured from her eyes, feeling so bad for hitting him.

Sofia shook her head and wished Ronda would lighten up on the poor guy. “Ronda, it’s normal for a guy his age and as for using your panties…I bet they turned him on! Dave told me that he used to use mine all the time!” she laughed and hugged Ronda.

“I know, but at the time, I wasn’t thinking and I…I…hit him so hard, and I feel so bad.” Ronda sniffed and went on. “You said that he used to, does Dave have a girlfriend now” she asked, and Sofia just smiled.

“In a way I guess.”

“What do you mean, in a way?” Ronda asked, as Sofia smiled even more.

“Remember when I got my divorce and Dave stayed at home with me?”

“Yes and you never did tell me why or what happened either, and why you suddenly left the church.” Ronda said, as Sofia started to blush.

Sofia smiled and hoped her next words wouldn’t end their friendship. “Well, this is between us and I hope you won’t judge me,” she said, as she leaned in closer to Ronda. “My dear, ex-husband could never keep it up long enough to please me, and then one afternoon…and remember not to think less me, please…Dave and I were goofing around and um…before I knew what was going on…we started making out and we ended up in his bed.” Sofia said, as she watched Ronda’s jaw drop.

Ronda was shocked and couldn’t believe what Sofia had just said. “You and Dave are…are lovers? Oh my god!” she gasped, as she tried to clear her mind. “Is that why you got divorced and left the church?” Ronda asked, and looked at her friend.

“Yes we are, and Ronda, he makes me so happy and he’s the best lover I’ve ever had in my life! He can keep it up for hours and he never gets enough of me! It’s like…I’m in college again and he’s my young, stud!” Sofia smiled and felt her nipples going into overdrive under her blouse.

Ronda was still shocked as her mind filled with thoughts Alex. “Doesn’t it bother you to…um make love to him, knowing he’s your son and that you gave birth to him?”

“It did a little at first, but I know he truly loves me and that will never change. He holds me at night, and Ronda…he gets sooo fucking hard for…me! Do you remember back when you were young and a guy his age came on to you?”

“Yes.”

“We fucked all morning long and when I get back home…he’ll be waiting to fuck me again and to be truthful, I can’t wait!” Sofia giggled and could feel her pussy getting moist.

Ronda just sat there and let Sofia’s words sink in. “Do you have to use such words?”

“If you want to keep Alex home with you Ronda, you need to wake up and give him a good reason to stay with his mommy!” she laughed, as Ronda gave her a playful slap and Sofia could see her blushing.

“You are sooo nasty güvenilir bahis girl and Dave is such a sweetheart!” Ronda laughed and a tingle rushed over her pussy, thinking of Alex, and wished they could be as close, but without the sex.

“Alex is too Ronda, but you’re so hard on him and going to that…that fucking church is driving him away from you, and you’re going to lose him too!”

“I wish you wouldn’t use those words when we’re together, Sofia!” Ronda laughed and remembered how much she loved when Tom would use those words, when they fucked! ‘Damn it, I’m on fire now and it’s because of my own son!’ she now thought, and was so glad Sofia had told her about Dave.

“Oh shit, grow up Ronda and let go!” Sofia laughed and couldn’t wait to get back home to Dave.

“You have such a way with words and I’m not sure if I could do that or not. He’s my son and that wouldn’t leave my mind.”

“Tell me, is he big? I bet he is, isn’t he? Oh fuck, I forgot, you saw him jerking off!” Sofia teased and Ronda’s face was totally red now.

“You are sooo bad and yes…he is huge! Are you happy now? You pervert!”

“How long is he?” Sofia asked, hoping that this would help her relax and give poor Alex a nice time with his momma.

Ronda held up her hands and tried to estimate how long her son’s penis was. “All I know is, it was long and hard!” she giggled, and knew her face was so red, but she was having fun and Sofia was making her feel good again.

“Oh yeah, I bet it made you horny, didn’t it!” Sofia laughed and wanted to know more. “How thick was he?”

“You are bad and um…yes it did! Are you happy now?” she laughed and could feel her juices pouring from between her long legs. “He was as thick as my wrist…maybe thicker!” she added and had to cross her legs to keep from having an orgasm.

“Holy fuck, you should be a little nicer to him and…you never know what might happen! Think of him slipping that big, thick cock up your cunt and fucking you into frenzy!” she laughed, and saw her face turn bright red. Sofia smiled, gave Ronda a hug and said she had to get back home to her son. “Well, I need to get going and do some things. Dave and I are headed to Mexico this weekend and I have so many things to do,” she lied and couldn’t wait to get Dave back inside her excited cunt.

“You guys have fun and call me when you get back in town” Rhonda said.

“You should go find Alex, grab him and give that boy a fuckin’ reason to come back home with you! Suck his god damn cock until his brains fall out, and then, ride him until your fuckin’ cunt is bleeding! Show him how much his momma loves and needs him!” Sofia smiled, and couldn’t wait to tell Dave about this. “I will, and remember what I told you to do!”

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“Hey, it’s me and I hope you’re ready to fuck me, because I’m on fire!” Sofia yelled as she walked in her house and started stripping off her clothes.

“I’m in here and you should already know the answer to that,” he replied, as mom came into the family room, already half naked. “What’s up with you?” he asked, as she moved in front of him and quickly pulled down his sweat pants.

“It’s Ronda and Alex, I think I brought them over to the ‘dark side’ and quite possibly, she’s going to fuck Alex!” she moaned, leaned into his cock, and started sucking on him hard.

Mom got in front of him and started to eat his cock. “You’ve got to be…kidding me!” he moaned, watching mom suck his entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. “She’s such a prude and all, I’d never expect her to…oh shit, mom, easy!” Dave laughed, and knew mom was fucking horny as hell.

She sucked Dave hard and needed him ready to fuck. “No I’m not! On Friday, she caught him jerking off with a pair of her panties and she got turned on. He is very big and Ronda loved seeing him. So, I egged her on and told her about us.”

“You don’t think she’ll say anything?”

“Hell no, by the time we finished talking, she looked like a fucking whore in heat and her nipples were huge!”

“Wow, how many moms and sons do you think we’ve converted so far?” Alex asked, as mom stroked his cock to full mast now.

“I don’t know, but it sure is a bunch of them! Are you ready to fuck the holy, living shit out of your…mommy?” she teased, as she climbed onto Dave’s lap and sat down on his hard cock, taking it all and he bumped her cervix. “Oh my fucking god! I love you so much baby, and I need you to fuck your momma hard and deep!” Sofia growled, as Dave flipped her over onto the sofa, moved over her and started fucking her as if he were a madman. “Yeah, yeah, ram it in mommy! Fuck your mommy hard! Fuck mommy hard, baby! Fuck my cunt, fuck your mommy’s nasty, dirty, incest loving cunt hard!” she squealed as Dave fucked her like a whore and Sofia loved it.

“You cock-loving whore!” he growled, wrapped his arms around her legs and pulling them to her chest. “Oh mom, I love fucking you, and your cunt is so awesome!” Dave moaned, as he slammed into her pussy, loving the juicy sounds coming from their fucking.

Sofia lay under her son, enjoying his youthful cock and its stiffness. “Oh baby, I love you and the way you fuck…me! Oh god, harder, harder!” she squealed and her baby boy fucked her harder, driving to her core and bumping her cervix.

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I sat at Sally’s hospital bedside with Mother. It had been three days since the accident, Sally had been smashed up pretty badly, and it was touch or go if she’d survive.

“Come on, Sally, pull through, pull through,” was mother’s mantra. She repeated her words over and over, her head rocking trying to will a kind of life-force into her prone off-spring.

I just looked on to Sally’s bruised face momentarily cursing myself for letting her get so excited. I immediately put a stop to that, “we always blame ourselves,” was a lesson I had learnt the hard way over the last six months.

A pretty nurse came to us, and politely asked us to leave. I struck up a conversation with her as we went and observed a small smirk from Mother’s mouth.

“What?” I asked in confusion at Mother’s expression as we slowly made our way along the hospital corridor.

Mother sighed, “You’ll understand one day,” she sighed, “I just hope Sally comes through to be my witness.”

A masculine figure urgently approached, his heavy steps accented by the echo of the corridor. He got to us and gasped.

“Am I too late? I’ve only just heard, I’ve been away.”

It was father gasping for breath in his urgent dash to make it to Sally’s bedside. His forehead was sweating under his black dishevelled greasy locks.

“We’ve just been asked to leave,” Mother casually replied as father pushed out a supporting hand upon her shoulder as he bent double to deeply inhale.

“Its good to see you.”

Father looked up from under his fringe, his collar and tie untidily displaced in his dash, his creased raincoat opened wide for air.

“Is she okay?”

“She’s in a bad way, but the doctors say she’ll be fine, she just needs rest.” Stoically lied mother. I looked at her dumbfounded, wondering her motive, knowing the precarious balance Sally’s health was in.

“Thank god for that,” Father huffed slowly managing to straighten up, “Sorry, good to see you as well.”

Father didn’t come home with us that night, which left me disappointed. I got a lift home with Mother still wondering.

“Why did you lie about the state of Sally?”

“Your Father’s weak when it comes to emotional subjects, Sally will be fine, why torture your dad for a night?”

Mother’s optimism was infectious despite her prophecy being completely groundless.

“How can you be so confident?”

“Do you really think they’d only just let us in to see her if she was in a precarious position?”

There was some truth in Mother’s logic, but it wasn’t a certainty. It was good to know she cared for Sally and Father’s worried mind, and despite seeing Sally’s shattered body, I slept well that night.

The next morning Mother’s prediction was proved correct, and after college, I raced to the hospital to see Sally. I approached her bed and seeing Sally in such a beat up state made me want to hurl. One leg was suspended in plaster, as were her two arms. Her face was black and blue with a few stitches here and there.

I crept around in silence just in case she was asleep and caught her peering out from her black eyes?

“How do I look?” she immediately asked, and I pondered on how relentlessly we humans were in our vanity. Never mind surviving and to a slightly lesser degree asking “Am I critically ill” it was always about body image first.

“Sally, you’re alive, and you’re wondering about how you look?”

“Well?” she groggily murmured.

“You look just as beautiful as you always do,” I misinformed as bandages obscured most of her body.

“Liar!”

“On Halloween!” I joked.

“Oh, don’t.” she croaked as her body moved slightly, “Tell me the truth.”

“Well, you’re out of the Cheerleaders group and keep away from people of a nervous disposition.”

“OH!” cried in pain, don’t make me laugh,” Sally winced, trying in vain to touch her wounded ribs with her incapacitated hands.

I felt slightly sick at her powerlessness in her restricted movements.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” I asked on taking in the full repulsion of her disposition.

“James, I want you to close the door to my room and then fuck me.”

I leant back in my chair, momentarily shocked, “Can’t you have grapes like everyone else?” I quipped, “Sally, this is the morphine talking.”

“I don’t want to die a virgin,” she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. I got up and wiped them for her to stop her painful struggle.

“You’re not going to die,” I ridiculed as I wiped her cheek.

“Please fuck me, you wanted to when I posed for our photographs, why not now?”

“There are seven good reasons I can think of straight away, ” I laughed, “Two broken arms, three ribs, your pelvis and your leg!”

“Any old excuse with you.”

“If you twist your body I may be able to slip it up your ass though!” I joked.

“James!”

“Oh so not that much morphine then?” I chuckled heartily slowly trailing off into silence.

“How’s Father?” Sally eventually asked.

“He’s okay, Mother lied bedava bahis to him about your injuries to keep him calm.”

“They’ve met?” She quipped hopefully a small smile coming to her face.

“Yes, father was racing to see you but arrived too late, they had a brief chat in the corridor.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?” Sally asked with mournful optimism.

“It’s too early to say. Some time ago you hinted that it wasn’t all Mother’s fault even though she had just angered you. You talked as if you had something to hide.

“I did, didn’t I?” mused Sally precariously picking her words.

“Does it have to do with the reason Dad left?” I inquired.

“Partly, but they’re both to blame.”

“Really?”

“But the real reason was that dad was caught wearing my panties.”

I lent back shocked with a dropped jaw.

“It was awful, I barged into my bedroom from the shower full of joy after being selected for the cheerleader team. In front of me was this monstrosity in my outfit admiring its panties in my mirror.”

The image of my father cross-dressed depressed me no end. It was okay for me to debase myself in such a way but not my father. He was my role model, my superhero.

“I didn’t recognise him, You should have seen him, James, he had My new cheerleader outfit on with the pom-poms and make-up with the lipstick smeared over his face. I screamed, it just wasn’t him, he panicked and grabbed hold of me, and my towel dropped.”

Poor Sally I thought, her description was horrifying enough but to actually be there?

Sally began to cry, “My towel dropped as he grabbed me, so I was naked and could feel his erection against me. I struggled and screamed and in came Mother.”

“Oh, god!” I depressingly sighed as it was hard to take that your own Father was just as perverted as yourself. The interrogations and accusations about my sexual preferences from Mother suddenly fell into place.

I sat in silence for an age until eventually, I heard Sally sigh.

“What’s the matter?”

“I have an itch,” she moaned as I took in her predicament, as both her arms were unable to move. I smiled.

“Do you want me to scratch your nose?”

Sally looked at me and smiled, “It’s not my nose.”

“What then?”

Sally then parted her one good leg away from her suspended broken one, grimacing all the way.

“Please,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

“Sally, this is the morphine talking, give it some time, or you’ll regret it,” I urged not want to take advantage of my helpless sister.”

“Please,” was all she could come back with, Sally had been more than kind to me in my sexual and personal desperation. She had fixed me up with Gemma, supplied me with many of the Cheerleaders panties and stood up for me in the tyrannical backlash by Mother.

“Please,” she soulfully muttered again, and I just had to please her. My hand crept under the sheets and crawled over her thigh down in between her legs. I pushed her nightdress up and stroked her pubic hair. Not being able to see what to work with brought my inexperience to the fore.

I worked my finger into her causing Sally to gasp in relief, “Fuck, I’ve needed this.” She sighed. Sally was sopping wet, and I easily introduced a second finger running my thumb up her moistened gash as I slid into her.

I worked her pussy satisfyingly, giving her all the moves. Twisting my fingers, moving from side to side, opening her up for a third finger, which had her gasping, all the time with my thumb ploughing her furrow and teasing her clit. Her eyes went trance-like, something I put down to her enjoyment until I eventually heard the words.

“What’s going on here?”

I looked around to see the pretty nurse from yesterday, and I quickly withdrew my hand. “Nothing, nothing,” I denied.

Causing Sally to laugh interspersed with slight twinges to her injuries.

I looked at the nurse. Thankfully She was smiling, her sparkling pearly whites, beaming from her mouth. Her eyes were big and blue, positively shinning from her healthy tanned complexion bringing out her natural beauty.

“Nothing?” she grinned as she shuffled from one foot to another. She was all curves and plunging cleavage with shiny jet-black hair pulled back off her forehead.

“Yes, nothing,” I resolutely declared, causing Sally to laugh once more. I looked at Sally nervously for an instant before looking back at the nurse.

“And I suppose ‘nothing’ means not copping a feel of your helpless sister,” the nurse sarcastically accused. Her authority beguiled me as she crossed her arms, dominatingly across her ample breast.

“I don’t know what you’re on about.” I defended rapidly looking for a way out. Sally and the nurse laughed again as I stared at my sister anxiously wondering in confusion at her betrayal.

“James,” squeaked Sally awkwardly, the nurse has been watching you for the last five minutes.

“That I have!” luridly scoffed the nurse with a thick Irish accent, “Can you come this way please?”

I casino siteleri looked at Sally, terrified who smiled back, “Do as you’re told!” she teased in her best schoolmarm caricature.

I followed the nurse worrying but still marvelled at the peachy ass rolling in her tight dress. I listened to the electric static of her stocking clad thighs rubbing together and was strangely scared and turned on.

I nervously wondered what sort of dressing down I was going to get, as I was sure this sort of thing regularly happens at hospitals. I was transfixed by the orders of an authority figure, unquestioning and obedient.

She opened a door off the corridor and invited me to go in. I obediently entered to find I was in an examination room. The nurse followed me and quickly turned and locked the door.

She marched up to me and grabbed the waistband of my trousers and expertly had them undone and pulling them down around my ankles. I jumped in shock and immediately tried to regain ownership of my discarded clothing.

She easily pushed my hands away, disarming me with her beautiful smile. Her big blue eyes beamed up at me, and I realised I was not to be reprimanded but pleasured.

She gently took my balls in her hand and teased the end of my cock with her moist tongue. She circled it around the eye quickly causing my cock to swell and push out of its foreskin. I looked down mesmerised by her big beguiling eyes as my penis hardened. She took hold of my inflamed cock and rose off her knees. She held it to her deep cleavage and rubbed my cock there, smiling up at me all the time.

My legs began to tremble at the sight of her rubbing my cock between her tits. She brought her tongue out teased the end, causing me to grab her head as a flush of sexual excitement flooded my head.

The nurse stood up and smiled at me and then kissed me hard on the mouth. Our tongues danced, and I took the opportunity to hold and knead her buxom ass.

She pushed me away slightly, and both her hands went up her dress. I watched mesmerised as her hands pushed up her skirt, revealing her black patterned stocking tops and black satin panties for an instant before she whipped them down.

She stared at my cock now fully erect.

“My, she wasn’t exaggerating about the size of your penis,” she gasped in admiration. She sighed, licking her lips for what she was about to receive, “I’m going to enjoy having that in me.”

The nurse stepped out of her panties and then gripped my cock. She looked around and then pulled me to the other side of the room by my cock. I had to hop as my trousers stopped me from walking and she took great delight of having me on my cock lead.

“I just love walking dogs,” she joked and started to walk me in a circle leading me by my cock.

“Good doggie!” she laughed as I bounced around behind her.

She stopped in the middle of the room and looked me in the face.

She moved up and kissed me while keeping her hand on my cock.

“That’s a mighty fine bone you’ve got there.” She joked her Irish lilt coming to the fore.

“Woof!” I exclaimed, smiling and playing along.

“Let’s see how well trained you are?” The nurse grinned,

“Now ‘stay’ she commanded and went to the side of the room and sat on top of a sideboard.

“Stay!” she renewed as my eyes homed in on the cave between her legs.

“Stay, good doggie,” She teased as she opened her legs wide, making her skirt ride up and expose her black patterned stocking tops and her moist vagina.

The nurse took her index finger and slowly sucked it while staring at me with her sexy big blue eyes.

She tantalised me by slowly finger fucking her ruby red lips while keeping her legs well parted.

My erect cock strained and dribbled pre-cum along with my wide opened mouth, slavering in lust.

She unbuttoned her dress and let her big tits out in their bra all the time watching my cock.

She took her finger from her mouth, spread her pussy lips with one hand and penetrated herself with her lubricated finger. She slowly finger fucked herself, and the smell her sex wafted over me. We both groaned in anticipation my dribbling mouth agape with anticipation.

She laughed to herself and chuckled, “Usually the master gives the dog a bone, but it looks like it’s the dog that’s going to be giving me one.” Her Irish accent was becoming sexier by the minute.

I started to move towards her driven mad by desire.

“Stay!” She demanded pulling me up in my tracks, “Bad doggie!’

I howled like a dog at the moon. She laughed and then declared,

“Just for that, you’re going to have to beg for your supper.”

I looked around in bewilderment before she commanded, “On your knees.”

I fell to my knees in an instant. When a goddess sits before you with her legs splayed, her alter of flesh gushing, begging to be fucked you do as your told.

The nurse withdrew her finger and held her pussy wide open, her moist folds evident in the light.

“Fetch!”

I bahis siteleri shuffled on my knees with my unblinking eyes transfixed on her pussy, my tongue out ready to dock! The nurse laughed.

“Come on, good boy!” She urged slapping the top of her stocking covered thighs.

I speared into her cunt tongue first and pushed right up inside her!

“Oh, good boy!” she applauded, “eat your supper, lap it right up!” she purred.

I pulled back a brought my hands up to push her legs open by the stocking tops and lashed furiously at her gash. There was no finesse just lash after lash after lash, licking her cunt like the hungry dog I was.

“Oh good doggie,” she squealed stroking the hair on my bobbing head. I started to circle her hood, but before I could get to her clit she grabbed me by the ears and pulled me up.

“No time for that!” She declared before kissing me hard while reaching for my cock! She pushed her ass to the edge of the cupboard, “Now give this dog your bone!”

I ploughed into her gaping gash, and she writhed and moaned as I worked my way in. Her face gnarled in her struggled to take me, biting her lip, trying to push me back by my shoulder. It was not enough to stop my phallic advance as I took her to the hilt. The nurse cried out in pleasure and pain, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

I urgently smashed into her going straight to the fast strokes pounding the depths of her cunt.

“Oh! Bad doggie!” she cried as my balls swung manically in my resolute fucking, my face plunged deep into her cleavage.

Bottles of tablets began to fall from the shelves around as we thrashed about, the cupboard rocking with every thrust.

“Fuck, that’s a hell of a cock!” she barely managed to squeal as I went into the short strokes, causing more bottle to fall.

“Oh, god!” She yelled.

“Oh God,” I replied as we held onto each other as the room seemed to fall apart around us.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I cried in dismay, “sorry!”

“It’s okay don’t hold back, don’t hold…” She garbled and then cried out in ecstasy.

I shot deep into her, pumping her hard again and again to make sure she got the full benefit of my cock.

I was coming to the end of my ejaculations and put on a small sprint of extracurricular fucking at buzz saw pace, causing her to shriek.

I became exhausted but still fucked on, tiredly slamming into her on autopilot, giving her every last drop of my seed.

My knees gave out, and I fell on her exhausted.

“Sister O Hara!” Came a female voice from outside, “You’re wanted on the ward.”

The nurse pushed my leaden body up and fuelled by the nervousness of being caught, we quickly dressed.

As the nurse got to her panties, she threw them at me.

“Here’s another pair for your collection,” she giggled.

I grabbed them in confusion; there was only one way the Nurse knew, Sally.

We both hurried back to the ward, straightening our dress en route. We burst into Sally’s room out of breath with our dishevelled clothes hopelessly giving us away. Sally burst out laughing as soon as she saw us. I felt like we looked. A couple that had just had a quickie. In my embarrassment, I hadn’t identified the two overshadowing figures in my periphery.

“Mum, Dad, this is my friend Julia, it looks like she’s made a new friend in James,” She giggled. Mother stepped forward and offered her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Julia, I hope our children have been treating you well,” She teased. Julia coughed and brought her hands out from behind her body, trying in vain to smooth down her creased dress. She shook hands with mother blushing profusely, finding it hard to keep eye contact.

“Nice to meet you,” she quietly said almost going into a curtsy as if she were meeting royalty. She awkwardly shook Mothers’s hand, and I could see father winking and smirking at me in approval.

I had been caught with my pants down, but I didn’t care. Mother and Father were together again, united for their care for Sally.

After a time, Sally recovered enough to come home. Her leg was still in a critical way and had to make do with living downstairs for a while. The nurse Julia often visited her, and it was apparent they were more than just good friends. On more than one occasion, the sounds of them lost in the throes of orgasm would be broadcast while Mother Father and myself were at the kitchen table.

I still expected Mother to be outraged by such behaviour, but instead, she cried with laughter. The orgasmic audio transmission from Sally’s downstairs bedroom would often turn my parents on, and they would make their excuses and leave the kitchen for their bedroom.

Often I was left listening to the sounds of Sally and Julia munching the carpet downstairs, and Mother and Father fucking upstairs. It was always too much for a young buck to bear, and I’d always find myself following my erection to Gemma’s house.

Hopefully, she’d be alone, and I’d be spared the attentions of the amorous Mrs Leighton.

In time Sally had healed enough to make an attempt on the stairs aided by her crutches. I stood behind her to make sure I’d catch her if she fell.

“It’ll be good to sleep in my own bed,” she grimaced as she slowly took each stair one by one.

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Chapters 2 and 3 will be released soon.

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This had to be the house, right? I asked myself, staring at the goldish-orangey brown wreath hanging from the white colonial house. I could still run back to my flat; I haven’t knocked yet. I really should keep it professional. Then again, it’s not like Natalie’s going open the door, nude, and demand my cock. She’s just welcoming or she wants a promotion. Also, it would be rude not to turn up; her mum must have been spending hours preparing the turkey.

I pressed the doorbell and waited. Why am I so nervous?

My name is Callum, I’m from London originally, and I moved to Chicago six months ago. I work for McAllen Capital, an investment and advisory firm. They were looking staff experienced in European markets, and I applied, never really thinking that I will get the job. I became the Senior European Strategist, moved continents and then met Natalie.

Natalie Duvall, a tall-ish blonde 24-year-old with bright blue eyes, worked in my team. I never really thought of her that much before. It wasn’t her fault; it’s just that the floors of McAllen roam some of the hottest women I’ve ever seen. They run the gamut from busty sex-starved cougars to petite twentysomethings with perky tits and curvy executives in their 30s with big, round asses. Even my assistant, Alicia, is a crazy stacked brunette. She looks like she’s just stepped out of a Playboy shoot if Playboy still existed.

Compared to them, Natalie was this faceless cog, a quiet but hard working junior analyst who had recently moved into my department. That all changed last Monday. It was late and I was supposed to be working. Instead, I was looking through Target’s Black Friday deals. I heard a knock on my door then the sound of a folder dropped on my desk. “Thanks, Natalie,” I muttered. I then looked up and was about to ask about the project we’re working on, but my brain stopped working and my dick got hard.

The bland girl whose name I’d always forget had disappeared; instead, a stunning woman grinned back at me. Discarding her usual baggy work attire, she had on a tight white blouse, sheer enough that I could see her bra, with an inappropriate number of buttons undone. Below, her short black pencil skirt showed off her long, tanned legs. Her lips were painted bright pink and she had on eyeshadow that made her icy blues pop. It was the first time I’d ever noticed her eyes. She was dressed to fuck.

“Callum, can I ask you something?” She said in a soft tone.

“Sure,” I nodded.

“I’ve been doing a lot of late nights recently and I’m not complaining,” she smiled, “It’s just that with it being Thanksgiving this week, we have so many coming for dinner. Is it okay if I can have Wednesday off so I can help out?” She asked as she placed her hands on my desk and leaned forward, giving me an unobstructed look down her shirt.

I knew what she was doing with her cleavage but I respected it. Also, she wasn’t lying. The last two weeks, she had been 12-hour days for this Eastern European investment project we got going. I was planning to give her some time off anyway, just to soothe my guilt.

“You’re right,” I replied, “Actually, you can have Monday off too. It’ll make me feel less of a Scrooge.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” she beamed at me, looking like she was going to cartwheels any second. “So what are your plans for Thanksgiving?”

“Nothing much,” I smiled back, “I’ll probably stay in.”

I was going to spend the day to watch football highlights, drink, play FIFA, drink and then a ready meal. I’ve been making some friends here, but I doubt I’d be at the top of anyone’s invite list. Also, I’ll probably have a wank over some porn involving busty blondes now.

“That’s a shame,” Natalie said, “You know we’re going to have over a dozen people for dinner, adding one more person isn’t that difficult?”

“I uh…” I mumbled. Five minutes ago, Natalie was just some faceless girl who I managed. Now all I can think of is her suddenly big tits and McAllen’s code of conduct. “It’s family holiday. I’ll be intruding…”

—

“Callum, welcome!” She smiled and hugged me, her billowy tits crushing into my chest.

I don’t know why, but after a couple of pleads from Natalie, I just accepted her offer. I know I’m her boss and I should be proper with her, but she looked so fucking sexy that night, it rewrote my brain. She looked hot right now, in a more subtle way, wearing an oversized plaid shirt and leggings. Her long, straight blonde hair framed her stunning face while her eyes looked me over.

“Thanks for inviting me,” I smiled back. “I didn’t know what to bring so I got some dessert and wine.” I handed her a pecan pie and a bottle of port, I spent yesterday googling what to bring to a Thanksgiving dinner. I was dressed in jeans, a shirt, and illegal bahis a blazer, again looking up online for what to wear today.

“Thanks,” Natalie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. “C’mon let me introduce you to everyone.”

This was getting dangerous; I thought as I felt my dick twitch. At most, I can keep any interactions at the playfully flirty level.

She led me into the living room where there were several people crowded around a coffee table and were watching the tail end of the parade. Let’s see; there was Jackie, Alan, Kayla, Stephen, Nicole, Penny, Elliot and Charlie; I immediately forgot their names after they introduced themselves and explained their relationship to my lovely underling. Except for Stephen. Finding out that he is my gracious host’s father, I watched my behavior around his daughter, even though she described me as a work friend. I said hello and saw their ears prick up at my accent; it’s a great icebreaker. They asked about the usual things; which part of London I’m from, how long I’ve been here and how I’m finding the change.

I did my best to be my most charming self and we all chatted for a bit before Natalie ushered me out of the room. She had a big grin on her face as if she was had a massive surprise for me. I didn’t know what she had planned, but it needed us going into the kitchen.

“And this is my mom, Trish,” Natalie said, sounding way too excited for such a mundane thing.

Holy fuck.

Trish turned and smiled at me; a tanned oval face, with deep blue eyes, a blonde mane that curled past her shoulders and two large unavoidable breasts that jutted out of the thin cashmere fabric. I was losing my motor skills just staring at her. I immediately prayed to be alone. I just wanted to have the complete view and see how her arse looked in those snug blue jeans she was wearing; but I could easily guess that her bum would match her voluptuous figure and be round, tight and longing to be groped.

With the wedge sandals she had on, Trish stood a few inches over her daughter. I glanced back to Natalie; they looked so alike, the blue eyes, the blonde hair and the busty figures. Naughty thoughts crept into my brain, things that I never really felt was sexy. She also had to be in her late 30s, making me believe that she had Natalie very young. Stephen had to be at least 45, guess he was breaking some laws when he hooked up with Trish.

“Hello,” She smiled, immediately closing the distance between us. Her arms were open, ready to give me a long hug. “Well, Mr. Spencer, you’re just as handsome as my daughter said you’d be.” Her tits then crushed into my thorax, I swear a felt an erect nipple poke through.

Trish released me and we had a quick chat, talking about Thanksgiving, American traditions, English traditions and the usual small talk topics. Immediately, I could tell Trish had this friendly, flirty air about her. As we talked, Trish took a step forward, standing so close to me that her perfume was slowly intoxicating me. If I made a joke, she would clutch my arm and laugh. I looked around and saw that it was just the three of us in the kitchen, Natalie had a huge grin and seemed like she was egging her mum on.

“So, Mr. Spencer, I hope you brought your appetite. I want you to have a Thanksgiving that you will never forget,” she grinned then pointed to the various sides, “I went all out this year.”

My eyes bulged at all the food that was being prepared, mashed potatoes in one bowl, a gold turkey on a roasting tin and gravy on the hob. I glanced back at the two lovely blondes, both had suddenly shortened the distance between them and me. They both flanked me, one holding onto my arm while the other seductively feeding me. I shifted nervously on my feet, trying to hide my growing erection. Women have never made me this timid and loss for words, I don’t know what this mother and daughter duo have planned for me, but it was making me scared and aroused.

I cleared my throat; I need to stay composed. “Since you two have been such gracious host for inviting me today, the least I can do is to show my appreciation and try everything.” I smiled. “And if it’s good, I’ll give Natalie the next week off.”

“Charming, isn’t he?” Trish turned to her daughter and smirked. “I like the idea that we are supposed to work so hard for you…,” she paused, letting that hang for a moment, “…so my daughter can get some vacation time.”

Wow. I wanted to stay and think of something flirty to say, but the door opened behind us. Natalie’s aunts and cousins walked in, saying the parade was over and they wanted to help. I turned back to Trish; she suddenly had on an oversized wool jacket, hiding her considerable assets. Then I noticed both her and Natalie had retreated away from me.

“Back to the basting!” Trish grinned.

“Let me get you a beer,” Natalie then said.

She led me back to the living room; everyone else was watching football, saying nothing while drinking, which is fair enough. Natalie disappeared casino siteleri for a moment then returned with a big grin on her face as she handed me an icy-cold bottle. As everyone else stared at the screen, my sexy employee bent down, entirely unnecessarily and just for my benefit, giving me an unhindered view of the deep chasms of her cleavage. But then she was gone, leaving me to hide a growing erection in front of Natalie’s surly father.

—

I was worried that I’d be stuck with watching American football all afternoon, so I was grateful that I had Natalie around me for a while. I found out that she was an only child, started at McAllen a couple of months before me and lived in Naperville for most of her life. She was also in London last summer during the World Cup, ended up watching the England-Sweden match in a gay pub after the Pride parade. From spending just twenty minutes with her, I quickly became more attracted to her, which is so dangerous for me.

Natalie then disappeared to help her mother with the final preparations. It was around three when we sat down for the meal. I did ask why that time, but I got several different answers; it was either due to tradition, the Pilgrims, or football. The food looked immense. While I took my seat, Trish described every dish in mouthwatering detail. Rosemary buttered rolls, baked mash potatoes with Parmesan cheese and green bean casserole with caramelized onions.

There were other sides, but I was losing interest. My eyes were drifting from Trish’s luscious red lips to the enormous bust she was trying to hide. With Natalie away from my eyeline, I had no choice but to stare at the gorgeous, blonde, busty MILF with a dirty sense of humor and excellent cooking skills.

Everyone raved about the food, repeatedly saying how delicious it looked, the smell and the hunger pangs they all were suddenly feeling. They were right, the roasted acorn squash with bacon maple drizzle smelt particularly tasty. Then the turkey was brought out and a sweet cinnamon and herb aroma overpowered the dining room and again everyone went crazy.

Except for Stephen. I noticed that Stephen had this angry, frustrated side to him. He would make a snide comment here and there, raise his voice occasionally and roll his eyes. Right now, he looked like he wanted to punt the turkey and tell everyone to get the fuck out of his house.

“She never used to do this for me,” Stephen mumbled, loud enough for everyone else to hear.

The mood then changed, two of the aunts gave each other a pensive look while some of the cousins had their heads down, staring at their empty plates. Silence quickly filled the room. Something is going on; it feels like it’s going to be like one of those Eastenders Christmas episodes, misery for all.

“That’s because we have Callum joining us today,” Trish grinned, “Since it’s his first Thanksgiving, we should treat him.”

Stephen looked annoyed but kept his mouth closed. One of the uncles passed him the carver and the tension slowly dissipated, everyone went back to making small talk. Finally, Natalie returned to her seat. She gave me a big grin and then glanced at her mother; those two were up to something.

While Stephen carved up the bird, Trish served everyone healthy portions of each side dish. Once I got some turkey on my plate, I thought it was okay to start eating. But as this whole holiday is alien to me, I just watched everyone and copied them; they didn’t eat so I stayed still. I thought they were waiting to pray and or hold hands, but Stephen just stood up with a drink in this hand. He gave a short, simple toast, praising the turkey, Trish, and then sat down.

All the others raised their glass and said what they were thankful for this year. Shit, I should have studied more Friends repeats. They went around the table and it quickly got to me. I stood up and awkwardly raised my glass, “I am thankful for being invited to this special holiday and for everyone being so patient with my complete lack of knowledge of all things American,” I said. Adding a quick thank you to Natalie and Trish, I then sat back down.

“Oh,” I then muttered. As soon as I sat down, a foot immediately brushed against my leg. It didn’t feel like it was accidental, the owner of the foot was running her toes up and down my calf. God, I hope it’s Natalie; Trish is too far to reach from her seat. I looked up from my plate and saw her with a nothing expression. Natalie was talking to her family and passing the food around as her big toe crept up my thigh with plans to push up to my crotch. I thought about doing something, shift my weight or offer to grab anything from the kitchen, but my slowly waking cock forced me to stay. What McAllen Capital’s HR rep would say if they saw this?

Natalie lowered her foot and her toes began to caress my ankles. One of the aunts asked my opinion of the dinner; I couldn’t answer, I just mumbled a reply. My eyes had glazed over and I could only focus on what my analyst was doing. I felt tense, scared that poker siteleri we would be caught either now or just after her foot makes me cum. She tried to slip her toe under the hem of my pants but I was wearing tight jeans, so she gave up. Natalie then quickly ran her big toe up my calf before letting her foot relax on my lap.

Looking up from my plate, I turned at Natalie; she finally acknowledged me and the under table action. She gave me a wink and a smirk, before returning to her conversation with her cousin. Such cockiness from her, something that I’ve never experienced during work hours. It was so brazen and so hot. I could feel myself slowly getting uncomfortable in the area between my legs. My eyes flickered to Trish; she had this sly expression. Did she know what her daughter had been doing to her boss in front of her family?

I tried not to groan when Natalie’s big toe rested against my now-throbbing dick, nearly choking on the large chunk of turkey. I thought about dropping my knife and fork, sit back and unzip my jeans. I shuddered as she sped up her foot rubbing, her toes massaging and somehow squeezing my dick through my jeans.

“How’s the food, Callum?” she asked, finally looking at me.

“Yeah, it’s good,” I whispered.

“Natalie, can you get us some more wine!” Stephen’s voice boom from the head of the table.

I felt her foot quickly retreated and I nervously sighed. Natalie rolled her eyes at her father then turned to me, smirking as she stood. She disappeared into the kitchen and then returned. Natalie took her seat, but I didn’t feel her foot this time. As she chatted with her relatives, I finally could sample Trish’s food.

—

After the epic meal, we sat down to watch Washington against Dallas. I should ask someone why all these teams need to have these ‘cool’ names. While everyone else raved over every safety or a touchdown, I was staring at my phone. Being English, I’d been programmed to think American football is just rugby with extra padding. Oh look, they’ve gained a yard, happy fucking days.

Maybe I would’ve enjoyed the game if had Natalie not be segregated from me; she was with her female cousins in the dining room. After her wandering foot, I wanted her, like now. I know on Monday, we’ll go back to boss and subordinate and McAllen do have strict sexual harassment policies. But, I could see myself bending her over my desk an fucking her raw.

Then there’s her mother. Whenever we’re alone, I would have Trish’s soft hands all over me. She’d ask if I work out and before any reply from me, the sexy MILF would be feeling up my biceps or my developing six-pack. Also, when I helped clear the table; she gave me a long bear hug as thanks with her tits crushing into my chest. I wondered if it’s traditional to fuck the Thanksgiving host.

Needing a break from all the rushes and zone blitz, I snuck out of the living room, telling whoever was listening that I was returning a call, which is right in a way. My manager had left me a couple of missed calls; the annoying fucker probably wants me to come in tomorrow and deal with his problems. Also, Lucy has sent me at least a dozen messages. I really should respond or she’ll get pissed. Staring at my phone, I walked to the back garden. I thought I’d be alone when I was about to dial my boss, but I saw Trish standing next to a large flower urn. She had a large glass of wine in one hand and her phone in the other. She saw me and smiled.

“Hi,” I nervously said, putting away my phone. “Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Duvall.”

“Callum.” Trish smiled back and quickly approached me. “I’m just enjoying the fresh air with some wine. Don’t tell anyone,” she raised a finger to her pursed lips and grinned, “anyway please don’t call me, Mrs. Duvall, its Trish.”

“Okay. I have to say that was one of the greatest meals I ever had,” I honestly praised.

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” She smiled back at me, her long manicured finger circling the rim of her glass as she looked at me, it was like I was her prey. “So, how are you enjoying Chicago? Must be a change from London?”

“Kinda, there’s like ten different versions of London, all within minutes of each other. But Central London is a lot like the Loop,” I explained. We then talked about work for a bit.

The conversation then moved to about her. She told me that she works as an office manager for a local foundation. She then mentioned some interesting things, like she had Natalie at such a young age, her first time going to Europe and how drunk she got in Amsterdam, also her daily workout routine which included lots of Pilates for in her own words, ‘added flexibility.’ She never mentioned Stephen; it looked like it was only her and Natalie.

“I hear you’re very popular with the female staff, especially some of the junior analysts,” Trish said with a big grin. “Rumor has it that they’ve got a pool going on who fucks you first.”

Wow. If that was true, I’ve peaked and it will be downhill from here on. But there was a problem, McAllen has rules against relationships between managers and subordinates, which is a massive obstacle for whatever happens between Natalie and me. Also, after everything that happened with Jessica and why I left London, I don’t want to get burnt again by fucking around with my co-workers.

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Chapter 18 – Anthony

Anthony sat in his room staring at the ceiling and wondering what to do. His mother Brenda had picked him up from camp, driven him home, said good-night and gone to bed. During the whole time, from pick-up to good-night Anthony had watched and waited, but no signs were given by his mother. He sighed as he looked at his ceiling and wondered what he could do to start things off with his mother. Mind you, he was beginning to question Jeremy’s theory, at least where his mother was concerned. Brenda just didn’t seem to give any indication that she was sexually interested in her eighteen year old son at all. Finally sleep came to Anthony, and as he slept his mind worked on the problem at hand.

When Anthony woke the next morning, a fully developed plan was waiting for him to discover in his mind. It was just what he needed he told himself, as he tried to pick holes in it. Although he could find fault with his plan, he plugged them just as quickly as he found them. This was a great idea he told himself as he lay there admiring the ceiling. It would allow him to jump start something with his mother, but if she wasn’t on the wavelength Jeremy said she would be, then no harm would come. A perfect plan all round!

Anthony jumped off his bed having slept on top of the covers last night, and bounded out of his bedroom and down the passage to the kitchen where he knew he would find his mother. As always Brenda was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and sipping her Earl Grey tea.

“Hey mum I’ve had a great idea,” Anthony greeted his mother, who looked up with one of her indulgent smiles for her son.

“Oh, and what is it this time,” she asked a little sarcastically, as Anthony was famous within their family for his big plans and ideas.

“Let’s go out tonight to a restaurant, you know something nice for the two of us,” he proposed to his mother.

Brenda was taken aback considerably; this was not like her son, what had gotten into him. Yet, even as she thought this she also felt a quiver of excitement to think her son had though of them doing something like this together.

“What’s brought this on?” she asked with a grin to show she wasn’t opposed to the idea.

“Well you never go out on dates or anything, so I thought we could do something like that. Just you and me, because we like to do stuff together and I thought it would be nice if I took you out.”

Anthony held his breath as his mother considered his proposal, and then much to his relief she smiled that same indulgent smile that told him she had accepted his idea.

“Yeah, ok,” she began and then had a naughty little thought.

“But if we go out, you know as you said like a date, then you have to take me out like a date.”

Brenda wasn’t sure she knew what she meant herself, but Anthony’s face lit-up and he nodded.

“Oh yeah, all the trimmings like,” he replied as his mind raced ahead to the possibilities he could see. This was working out beautifully he told himself.

“You dress in what makes you feel good, you know what makes you feel real nice and I’ll dress to impress,” Anthony told his mother and now she was beaming as she could see the possibilities in her mind’s eye. Then a thought occurred to her.

“What would you like me to wear, seeing as how you’re taking me out?”

For the first time in his life Anthony could see a wicked glint in his mother’s eyes, and her smile looked cheeky, even naughty. He thought fast, but he knew what he liked his own mother in.

“Well that’s easy,” he said with a smile as naughty as his mother’s.

“That white skirt of yours and the red top with the low neckline,” he told her, thinking he may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.

But Brenda’s naughty smile just got naughtier when she heard her son’s request.

“Ok, but you have to wear the nice trousers I bought you and you never wear, you know the black ones that look so good on you.”

Anthony could have sworn he heard his mother linger over the ‘so good’ as she gave him her instructions on his clothes for the evening. That was what he was hoping to hear, and it told him Jeremy may just have been right after all.

“And that lovely polo shirt your grandmother gave to you for your birthday and you’ve never worn.”

Anthony’s mind gave him a mental picture of what his mother wanted and as it did he could see why she had requested these clothes, they made him look more mature, sophisticated and they did show off his tall hard body. He grinned at his mother.

“No worries mum, just as you ask, but remember, you have to dress to make yourself feel special, you know sexy.” Again he held his breath, but his mother only smiled that naughty smile of hers and said.

“Oh I know what to wear to impress a young man.”

With that mother and son hardly saw each other for the rest of the day, as they went about their usual Saturday rituals; mind you Brenda began to get ready at 4.00 that afternoon for a 6.00 leave for dinner that türkçe bahis night. Anthony followed his mother into the bathroom once she had finished. He did everything he could think of to make himself as presentable as possible for her. When he was finished half an hour later, he was pleasantly surprised at how well he had scrubbed up. However, he now had thirty minutes to wait for his mother, so he sat on the couch and waited.

When Brenda finally immerged from her bedroom and presented herself before her son, Anthony was gob-smacked. Brenda, in his eyes was drop-dead-gorgeous, and she was impressed at his reaction. Yes, her son was all grown up. She was wearing her red top with the low neckline, and did it show some cleavage; along with her little white skirt, and Anthony had forgotten just how short it was. He stood, and now it was Brenda’s turn to be impressed. In his black trousers and white polo Anthony looked extremely handsome to his mother, and she was even more impressed at how well his young hard body was enhanced by his clothing.

“Mum you look fantastic, you really do.”

Brenda could see her son meant every word by his expression. She found herself enjoying the impact on her son, knowing she had impressed him.

“I’m so proud of you mum, when I look at you like this, you just look so good.”

Anthony was caught up is his feelings for his mother, because how she was dressed was arousing him.

“I’m such a lucky son to have you as my date tonight; I’ll be the envy of all the men at the restaurant. I’m so proud of you.”

“You’ve already told me that,” Brenda told her son in a soft voice he rarely heard her use with him.

Anthony could see his words and reaction had had an affect on his mother, as her expression could only be described at sultry and she looked a little flushed. ‘That’s the key,’ thought Anthony, and he decided to keep the compliments coming all the way to the restaurant. He offered his arm to his mother, because he believed that’s what she would want her date should do. Brenda took her son’s arm and her sultry look deepened as she looked into his eyes, Anthony beamed at her.

“Shall we?” Anthony asked and led her to the front door and out of the house.

“Man you look so beautiful, and to think I’m your date for tonight. Man am I lucky,” Anthony continued his earlier stream of compliments. He suddenly felt more daring.

“To think I’m your man for tonight. Life doesn’t get much better than this,” he finished watching his mother’s expression the whole time.

Anthony noticed his mother was sort of squirming on the spot as they stood arm in arm, and he smiled to himself.

“Come on, before you embarrass your old mum to death,” Brenda reminded him. Anthony’s expression suddenly became very serious and determined.

“Mum you’re not old and you are beautiful,” he emphasized as he looked deep into her eyes and Brenda could see just how much he believed this.

“I am very proud to go with you tonight, and I can’t think who else I’d rather go with.”

Anthony had watched his mother closely as he said all this, without trying to be too obvious about it. Brenda seemed to melt a little at her son’s words, delivered with such conviction. She leaned a bit closer to him, her breathing was deeper and faster and her eyes took on a dreamy quality. Anthony was certain now; this was the key to his mum.

“Let’s go beautiful,” Anthony whispered to his mum.

As Brenda drove them to the restaurant Anthony had booked earlier, his eye continued to stray to her thighs and short skirt. However, Brenda did a wonderful job retaining her modesty and dignity all through the trip, and even when she stepped out of the car. Although impressed, Anthony was really hoping to see more, a lot more. However, his plan was being realized beautifully. During their time in the car Anthony had kept the talk light, he was waiting for when they were in the restaurant before continuing his flow of compliments.

Once in the restaurant and seated at a table against the wall, as Anthony had requested in his booking, mother and son began to chat about nothing in particular. However, Anthony punctuated their conversation with compliments, and his mother’s dreamy, sultry look returned.

The restaurant was mostly full, and the crowd brought the noise level up considerably. Therefore, Brenda and Anthony had to lean toward each other to hear and to be heard. Eventually, Brenda moved her chair closer to her son, making the distance between them virtually non-existent. The closeness also allowed Anthony an unobscured view of the top of his mother’s thighs, as her skirt continued to creep up as they sat and talked. Brenda had been adjusting it for the first ten minutes of being seated, each time it threatened to display to her son more than she was willing for him to see. However, now as it crept, Brenda made no attempt to hide herself from her son. Anthony knew he only had to wait. And then the waiter came and covered the focus of Anthony’s iddaa siteleri desire with his mother’s napkin, as he wrote their orders.

They ordered their entrées, and Anthony knew he had to try to steer the conversation onto more titillating subjects, if he had any hope of seducing his mother. Brenda seemed very open to discuss anything her son ventured, until half way through their entrees Anthony thought the time was right. For a young man his age Anthony appeared far more mature than his years, and now he brought all his knowledge he had gleaned from Jeremy’s DVDs to the conversation.

“So mum, do you feel good tonight?” It seemed an innocent question.

“Yeah, I do thanks love,” Brenda answered with a smile, and she did seem to be enjoying herself.

“Do you feel sexy tonight?”

“Yeah, I do,” his mother replied in voice that had a hint of sultriness to it.

“And why do you feel sexy mum?” Anthony asked as he deliberately licked his fork suggestively for his mother to see.

This was not lost on Brenda at all, who couldn’t help but smile at her son’s action, and squirm subconsciously on her chair much to Anthony’s delight.

“Oh the nice invitation from my handsome son, taking my time getting ready, this lovely restaurant, you know that sort of thing,” Brenda ventured, but Anthony thought his mother had more to tell so he pressed.

“What else is making you feel sexy tonight, because there are other things aren’t there?”

“Oh the fact that you asked me to wear this top and skirt,” his mother replied without hesitation and she was just the slightest shade of red.

“You enjoy me asking you to wear them?”

“Yeah I do,” Brenda said, becoming a little more red.

“Why, do they make you feel sexy?” Anthony didn’t take his eye off her face.

“Well because you care about me to ask, and this skirt especially makes me feel sexy… it always does.”

Anthony quickly glanced down to his mother’s lap, and he had to restrain himself from making a sound of surprise. She had pulled her napkin up high on her tummy and her skirt had ridden up unchecked, so now he could see her panties; just the slightest of glimpses, but he could see the sheer material.

“What else is making you feel sexy?” he continued to press his mother as she finally finished her entrée. Anthony had finished minutes earlier.

Brenda looked up at her son, and she definitely had a grin of challenge on her mouth.

“Whatever do you mean?”

Her tone was enough to tell her son to continue his line of questions. Anthony had no qualms being more explicit, he was very aroused as the stiffness in his nice black trousers could testify.

“Do you have sexy panties on?”

He held his breath, but Brenda didn’t pause in her answer.

“Yes, I do,” she said with that sultry hint in her voice again, staring into her son’s eyes.

There was her challenge again, as if to ask ‘can you really handle this?’

Just before Anthony could question his mother further the waiter arrived to collect their dishes, and Brenda discretely slid her napkin down. You could have cut the atmosphere with a knife as the waiter seemed to take an age to clear away the empty plates. Once he was out of ear shot Anthony looked at his mother as she slid her napkin back up and he whispered to her,

“So why do your panties make you feel sexy?”

His heart was pounding as his blood pumped loudly in his ears.

“Because my panties are snug fitting and sheer, and when I wear them I feel very sexy,” Brenda whispered her explanation and squirmed on her chair again.

Anthony was looking from his mother’s face to her lap, as she deliberately exposed her panties to him.

“Did you look at yourself in you full length mirror after you put them on?”

“Yes, I wanted to see if they still looked good on me.”

“Do they?”

“Yes they do.”

“Did you feel how nice they felt on you as you looked at yourself?”

“Yes I did.”

“Tell me about it mum, what did you do?”

Brenda was breathing harder now, as her son’s whispered questions had aroused her greatly — and she liked it. Her question had been answered; her son was up for this. Brenda was feeling light headed, but was thrilled by her son’s attention and where he was steering the conversation. She felt alive, appreciated and desire for the first time since… well it had been a very long time.

“I stood just in my panties and looked at my body. I was pleased to see my titties are still firm,” she confessed to her son in a breathless whisper.

“Did you touch yourself?” was her son’s next whispered question, and Brenda knew it was coming

As Brenda looked away to gather her thoughts Anthony quickly glanced into her lap, and this time far more of his mother’s sheer panties were showing. He could just make out the shape of her pussy, and was sure he could see skin beneath the material of her panties. Before Brenda looked back at her son his eyes returned deneme bonusu veren siteler to her face, but he had to force himself to tear his eyes from the beautiful sight in her lap. She looked back into his eyes and spoke.

“That’s not a question a son should be asking his mother,” she stalled for time.

“But I’m asking you mum. Did you touch yourself,” was his whispered reply; he would not be put off and Brenda knew it.

She could feel her body responding to her son’s questions, betraying her otherwise strong sense of right and wrong — although even there in that part of her mind, she was finding reasons to say yes. Deep inside, Brenda had always known that this could happen, and now it was she who wasn’t quite sure what to do. Her whole being was beginning to sing from the same hymn sheet.

“Yes,” was Brenda’s one word reply, because she was afraid of what she might blurt out.

“Tell me what you did mum?” whispered her son and his voice mesmerized her.

“You had better know what you’re doing if you start this,” Brenda told her son and he smiled.

“I want you as my lady for the rest of our lives,” was his serious, whispered reply, and by his expression Brenda was left in no doubt that he was indeed serious.

That pushed her over the edge of doubt.

Brenda preceded to tell her eighteen year old son, who seemed so much older tonight everything; how she touched her titties (as she referred to them), rubbed her hand over her panties before sliding it into them. Anthony asked his mother if she was thinking of anyone while touching herself, and she had no moral dilemma telling him she was thinking of her own son — Anthony. He smiled at his mum and looked down at her hand in her lap, to see she was gently stroking her pussy through her panties.

“Does that feel good mum?”

“Oh yesss,” his mother answered as she too looked into her lap to see her fingers gently raking over her panties, and without hesitation she spread her legs to reveal more of her bulging pussy.

“You like touching yourself in front of me don’t you?” Anthony whispered.

“Oh yesss,” his mother whispered back as her right hand moved slowly over her panties.

Anthony took a quick look around the restaurant to make sure they were not being watched, and the waiter wasn’t coming. The coast was clear, so his eyes darted straight back to his mother’s lap. There he saw her fingers still lightly raking over her panties and between her legs. Brenda watched her son’s face as he watched her touch herself for him. They looked into each others eyes for about a minute, although it seemed much shorter when Anthony saw the waiter out of the corner of his eye. He pulled his mother’s napkin over her exposed panties and her hand without drawing attention. Brenda managed to stop touching herself as the waiter served them their main course.

Mother and son ate quickly in silence, looking at each other like little kids who were sharing a secret — which they were. Their meal together, in this now new relationship between mother and son went quickly. Brenda ceased playing with her pussy knowing she was so aroused she might embarrass herself, and Anthony was glad she did in case he embarrassed himself. Neither of them wanted to cum in the crowded restaurant; they wanted to cum with each other at their home. As soon as they were finished Anthony called for the cheque and Brenda paid it. They were out of the restaurant in double quick time and on the road home just as quickly. They spoke little in the car, each in their own day-dream of the other. Both knew what they were going to do when they got home.

Once inside their front door and it was shut securely behind them, Brenda turned to her son and grabbed him.

“Baby, you’d better be up for this because you’ve got mummy all turned on and I need you to fuck me long and hard.”

Anthony gently pushed his mother against the wall next to the front door, turned on the hall light illuminating them both clearly and then spoke to her like he had before — in a confident whisper.

“Lift up your skirt and show me your panties mum,” his voice was filled with authority and tinged with demand.

Brenda was taken aback by her son’s tone, to the extent she felt slightly intimidated. In her aroused state it turned her on all the more. She reached slowly to the hem of her skirt and lifted just as slowly, exposing her panties to her son.

“That’s it mum, show your son your panties. You denied me a proper look in the restaurant, don’t ever do that again… will you?”

His voice was so commanding, Brenda didn’t want to deny her son anything — ever. She slowly nodded her head in agreement.

“No mum, tell me,” his voice was so commanding.

“I’ll never deny you son, never.”

Brenda was panting now and squirming against the wall as she held her skirt up. Anthony stared at his mother’s panties.

“What won’t you deny me mum, tell me, tell me everything,” and he moved a little closer to her.

His words and movement caused his mother to squirm all the more and moan at his orders.

“I’ll never deny you looking at my panties, never.”

“Touch yourself mum, show your son how you touch yourself and tell me what you’re doing,” her son continued to order her.

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She didn’t know why she had left her panties off. She didn’t even think about it really.

She was just going into his room to say goodnight. It was not unusual. She was wearing her nightgown. She was ready for bed herself. It was not unusual at all.

She went to his room just to say goodnight, nothing more. She had not seen him in several weeks since he’d gone off to college. She had missed him. She was very happy to have him home for the holiday.

She knocked before entering. It was simple courtesy, long established as the norm for them. Whether his door was open or shut, that is what she would do. She would knock. He gave her the same courtesy any time he went to her room.

She sat on the side of his bed and gazed at him lovingly. He had been lying on his back, reading. When she entered, he closed his book and gazed at her, noting how beautiful she looked in her silky nightgown. Her curvy form was not altogether obscured. It played gracefully just behind the light fabric, drawing his eye, piquing his interest.

He wore no shirt, she noted, but the bed covers were sufficient, covering him from the waist down. She observed, with carefully restrained interest, that he had developed into a fine, young man, very fit, very good looking.

“I am so glad you’re home,” she told him softly, her hand reaching out to brush his cheek.

“Me too,” he assured her, a slight smile across his handsome face. He gazed at her face, her full lips, that beautiful smile of hers, the little wrinkles by her sparkling, loving eyes. Did he have something on his mind, she wondered.

She gazed back. He was so handsome, her beautiful little boy, now a young man. Of age. Now why did she think about that, she wondered, as she sunk down onto the bed, reclining beside him, tousling his hair with her right hand, studying his face. So handsome.

Her eyelids were heavy in her contentment. She closed them, about to doze off. She wanted to be with him, to linger, and savor his presence. She’d missed him terribly. She felt that she could just lie there with him all night.

He had been the man of the house for years now. She had no other. She cherished him. Her left hand caressed his arm, lazily petting him from wrist to shoulder and back and again, her fingertips just brushing his bare ribcage. He smelled a little musky, manly. She sighed, then kissed his cheek softly, settling her face into his pillow, her breath in his ear. He set his book aside and lay perfectly still, feeling her breast pressing slightly against his shoulder, stirring his groin. He thought carefully about just what he should do now.

“Ma?”

“Hmm?” she breathed softly.

“Remember the face massages?”

The thought snapped her back to full wakefulness.

“Yes, sweety, I remember,” she said, raising herself up on her elbow, ready, as always, to meet his needs.

“I think college has been making me a little tense,” he suggested, stopping at that, waiting, wondering.

“You want a massage?” she asked, smiling happily.

“It would be nice.”

“We have not done that since you were little.”

“Yeah, I guess … I don’t know.”

He did know, though. It stopped with puberty, with the changes he was experiencing, his growing anxiety about females. And then his father left, and she became distant for a time, and there were bonus veren siteler no more massages. They were forgotten, until now. Now, that is what he wanted, and so he asked.

She sat up and leaned over him, her breasts sagging down, almost reaching his bare chest. She pressed her thumbs to his forehead then pulled them across in opposite directions along the scalp line, finishing with a little swirl around each temple. It was awkward, though, from this position. To massage a face, one needs the correct angle. She considered her options. She could make him scooch down a little letting her sit in the place of his pillow, his head resting in her lap as she usually did when he was little. But she reasoned that she did not need to disturb him, possibly increasing his tension. Instead, she carefully swung her left leg across him, then sat down, straddling his thighs. He glimpsed her pubis as she made the transit and noted that she did not wear panties. His tension increased. His manhood responded excitedly.

Once in the correct position, she again placed her thumbs against the middle of his forehead, at the scalp line, and started over. She slowly dragged her thumbs across his forehead to his temples, circling each firmly, then back to his forehead, just a little further below the scalp, and made the transit again, and again, slowly, very deliberately, working her way down to his cheeks, then his jaw.

He lay still, not making a sound. The tension? Well, that was another matter. He was young, barely eighteen. He was preoccupied by all things sexual. The simple fact of an attractive woman, pantyless in her negligée, straddling his lower body, was having a predictable effect. He was not troubled by her age or the fact that she was his mother. In fact, he felt that he nearly had her where he wanted her, and his hopes were ascending rapidly. He struggled to be patient, yet he knew he had to take the lead in this daring little dance.

Subtly, he worked the covers down from his waist. She was so intent on her work, she did not notice. But time was fleeting, and a crisis rapidly approached. She was massaging his chin now, nearly done. If he was to get his way, he was running out of time. He needed to take action, but he knew he had to go slowly, not alarm her, to draw her in, get her to a point where she could not turn back.

He very gently placed his hands on her hips. She felt his touch. She was not altogether surprised at the thrill it gave her and the effects she felt in her body. Her nipples swelled. Her stomach fluttered. Her vagina moistened. She chose not to dwell on those physical responses to his touch. She was enjoying this little game he seemed to be playing with her, the little indulgences, the excitement of tempting fate.

It had been a very long time since her husband had left. A long, lonely time. She swallowed and slowed the pace of the massage, keeping the passing time at bay as best she could, maintaining the moment, the lovely, intimate moment that slowly unfolded for them.

He now put just a tiny bit of pressure on her backside, slightly pulling her forward. She allowed just a little adjustment of her position, giving way to his urging, almost imperceptibly, but definitely giving in to him, at least a little.

But she did not give in entirely. Not yet. Nor did he try to force bahis the issue. He kept his urgings subtle, just enough to make progress, but not enough to set off alarms.

She finished the massage and paused, thinking about the loving feelings she was having toward him and how the intimate moment could soon pass. Then, she asked him, barely audibly, almost whispering, “Was that enough? Want me to do it again?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

She put her thumbs back onto his forehead and began again, the adjustment causing her bottom to inch just a little further up his legs. He pushed on the covers some more as she moved. The tip of his erect penis just emerging from beneath the top sheet. Were she to look down there, she would see, but she did not. She was looking at his face, the handsome, young, much-loved face she was massaging.

Something in her expression encouraged him to press ahead a bit more. He began to caress her ass ever so slightly. She barely seemed to notice, sighing only a little at his gentle, loving touch.

He was encouraged still further by the sound, however slight, but he held back, letting her massage him, waiting patiently, then squeezing just a little more. Another little sigh. “I think you are misbehaving,” she observed casually, her voice sounding hoarse.

That encouraged him even more. He was almost ready to make his move. She was halfway down his face again, but being very deliberate, taking her time. His tension was not reduced in the least, but they played their game out.

She worked her thumbs across his upper lip and up over his cheeks, then gave that little swirl around his temples, the best part always; and as she swirled, he pulled against her bottom, firmly but still gently, and again she inched forward just a little. She gave another little sigh, as if accepting something, resigning herself. Her breathing became audible to him. He was again encouraged and released her butt so he could push the covers further down, and expose himself more fully. She felt his movements, and raised herself slightly, letting it happen, but, otherwise, she chose to ignore the liberties he was taking. It was nothing, she told herself, avoiding responsibility.

She tried to settle her breath. The massage was coming soon to its inevitable end. Some things are just inevitable, she thought to herself. You can’t control everything.

She remained coy about her exact intent. He again pushed at the covers. She felt it and knew precisely what was happening, and she raised herself up just a bit again, allowing the inevitable to unfold, as if she had no intentions of her own, as if she could not stop him from exposing himself, from anything at all that he might choose to do.

She finished the massage and, without a word, without a clear thought, she untied the bow at the top of her nightgown, revealing the fullness of her cleavage. Then she moved her hands to his shoulders, squeezing, feeling his power. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, and her neckline fell completely open, exposing her naked breasts to his view. She kissed him softly on the forehead, then on his nose, her lips close to his own. She considered dropping further down, pressing their lips together, but thought it too much, not quite right just now.

She raised back up to look again at his face, now flushed, deneme bonusu with tinges of red on his cheeks. Her breasts swayed before his eager eyes. They were heavy and full and hung there, tantalizing him. He licked his lips and gawked, and she allowed him to do so for a minute or two. Then, she tucked her head down, and finally looked at his nakedness, throbbing beneath her, observing that her own steaming nakedness was only a few short inches away from his.

She tilted her head back upward and arched her back slightly, pushing her hips forward. He could see now that she was open to him, though he sensed that he must still go slow, not rush, let her succumb to the inevitable at her pace. He put his hands back onto her ass, this time beneath her nightgown, feeling her bare skin. He had never touched her bare ass before. She gasped aloud, but said nothing.

He listened to her breathing, still more audible, faster, excited. “I love you, Mom,” he whispered hoarsely. She closed her eyes, savored the moment, the closeness, the love.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispered back. She was as stiff as his manhood was, her back still arched, her head back, her eyes closed, her thoughts confused, a muddle. Her intentions were still eluding her conscious thoughts. But her body made demands on her that she could not refuse.

He squeezed her bare ass firmly with his hands, and again she gasped. He pulled again and her wet bottom came into contact with his scrotum. She could feel his full testicles resting on his thighs, and she felt that she wanted to rub herself against them, but she held back, still not fully acknowledging her intentions, the inevitability of the thing they would do.

He knew his own intentions clearly, though, his desire to couple with her, to make love with his beautiful, sexy mom. He pulled again. She moved forward again, almost against her own will, practically incapable of stopping him. She could now feel his erection against her steaming labia, but she held back still, not yet fully willing to take him.

He began to rock his hips then, feeling himself sliding up and down in the helpless wetness of a mother in heat. He slid himself back and forth, exciting her swollen clitoris, tantalizing her aching, hungry vagina, making her desperate for more. She’d become incapable of stopping herself.

“We shouldn’t,” she protested. He responded by pulling her forward just a little more. She feigned resistance, but now felt the head of his penis against her open, sopping vaginal canal and knew finally, inevitably, that she would yield.

“We shouldn’t,” she said again, even as she raised herself up just a little. This, finally, was his chance. The moment had arrived. She was his to take. She could no longer enforce her own protestations. He pushed himself up against her and slid himself up into her. There was no resistance. He went fully into her in one easy push. Again, she gasped, then she yielded altogether, lay down atop him and began to kiss him on the mouth saying over and over, as if in explanation of her actions, “I love you, baby. So much. Sooo much!”

Then, she simply started fucking him, rocking her hips with deep pleasure, bouncing up and down on his abdomen, feeling his hardness sliding inside her, pleasuring herself and him, giving in to the inevitable.

It was not long at all before she began to cum, moaning in deepest satisfaction at her first intercourse in so many years. The guttural, lustful sounds she made were all he needed, all he could handle, and he filled her bottom with powerful jets of thick, hot semen, groaning his love for his mother, his lover.

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Silence and darkness. They overwhelmed me when I heard the door shut behind the man who had just left. I could feel my heart beating all the way up into my ears. I heard my own breathing, heavy and labored, still trying to recover from what had just happened. I was nude. I was on my knees, blindfolded. Someone’s cum was dripping off my nose, my chin, and it had started to run down my chest. I had no idea who. I couldn’t hear her, but I knew she must’ve been there, somewhere, watching and smirking. My mouth had gotten me into another mess, literally and figuratively.

I’m Heather. I just turned 40. I’m married, but in name only. My husband Clark is a serial liar and a cheat. We’re only together because of our kids, fraternal twins who just went off to college. My husband cheated repeatedly, most recently with his secretary. He’s the type that had the gall to suggest that our lack of intimacy is what caused him to cheat, even though he was cheating well before we stopped being intimate. Now, the only sex we have is kind of a bargaining chip. Like, “hey, I’ll suck you if you do the laundry this week,” that sort of thing. The public has no idea of our arrangement, however, to the outside we appear to be a happily married couple. That is why this situation could be very embarrassing, to both of us. Why was I there like I was? Val.

Well, Val and my big mouth and pride. Val and I are best friends and have been since high school. Maybe we are best “competitors” more than besties. There’s nothing more satisfying than coming out on top in anything to do with her. It could be a discussion, a board game, a competition or it could even be over a guy, we’ve fought over it all. In high school, we both fought over becoming a cheerleader. She won, even became the head cheerleader, mostly due to her barbie doll skinny body along with with perky tits. She’s vain, even though she was genetically gifted. She’s enhanced her look since with botox injections in her lips and upgraded her tits with implants. All which I didn’t think she needed.

With her cheerleading status, she dated Jim, the handsome football playing hunk who I lusted after. She’d go on and on about how good he was in bed, how big his cock was, etc. (18 years old, for sake). In fact, Val won most things with me, which only infuriated me more, making me crazy to do anything to top her. It was Val who made up the, “I double slut dare you,” game, and we’ve played it, all the way up to now. It’s basically a loser’s punishment game.

We were at a house party and we both saw a guy we were interested in. We were debating about some fact that Val was correct about so as the punishment for losing, Val leaned in and whispered, “I double slut dare you to go over there, talk to him, and within five minutes let him touch you, either your bare tits or let him feel your pussy, through your pants.”

“Val!” I can’t do that!” I protested.

“Ok, but if I do it, he’s going home with me, is that what you want?”

So, my pride being what it was I illegal bahis marched over there and four minutes later he had his hand down my pants. Embarrassingly, we didn’t end up having sex. In fact, Val ended up dating him, telling me he always referred to me as that “easy slut from the party.” I guess I was, letting a complete stranger finger me without even knowing his name. These were the situations I found myself in, often, because of her (and me and my pride, of course).

She didn’t always win and I keep those victories close to my heart. We were in a cab coming home from the club one night in our college days (yes, they had cabs back then for you millennials). The cabbie was an older guy with a Greek sounding name. He was eyeing her in the rear view mirror, she was in full club “slut” gear. She’d lost a bet to me earlier, so I whispered to her, “I double slut dare you to tease him and if he asks to see more you have to show him.” Never one to back down from one of our dares she toyed with him by slowly pulling down her already low top while we talked, to the point the top of her areolas were showing.

She acted as if she had no idea, but I could see his eyes burning. Most guys don’t know how to take advantage of a situation like that but this guy was either too naive or just too crude because at the end of our ride, as we were paying him, he said, “if you show me those,…” pointing at her tits, “it’ll be free.” I remember giggling as she stood there, top down in our parking lot, as he took it all in.

My favorite though, was the time she dared me to prove I was better than her at giving head. We “fought” over it all the time, teasing each other about it. So, we picked out two lucky best friends at a frat party one time and set out to prove it one way or the other. They couldn’t believe their luck at our idea. We took them to a free room. Val sucked one guy off, we’ll call him Jeff, while I sucked off his friend Carl. As agreed, we met them several days later and switched, where I sucked Jeff and she sucked Carl. Then, we met up and got the decision from the guys. I won! That wasn’t the best part. As part of the dare, we had agreed that the loser had to let both guys fuck her. I’ll never forget Val’s death stare at me as both 20 year olds got her from both ends. It’s a victory I still cherish today.

Don’t get me wrong. We ARE friends. She has helped me in more ways than I can thank her for. She has a job as an important executive for a fortune 500 company and has helped me financially more times than I can count, mostly to “save” me from ruin, such as when I’ve broken up with my husband over his cheating. She has pushed me almost from day one to dump him, but like I said, we’re sort of playing it out, waiting for our kids to become fully independent. I lost more dares than I ever won, so much so, in fact, that the game probably should be called, “I dare slut Heather.” I can’t count the number of strange guys I had to flash or let touch me or on rare occasions casino siteleri suck or fuck over the years (though all the actual sex was before my marriage, though she DID get me to suck off her brother while I was engaged, just another dumb bet and loss for me).

Which leads me back here, naked and dripping. I had never technically “cheated.” There were times I’d dated and had sex, but always when my husband and I were, “on a break.” But now here I was, in a back room at one of her huge parties, tasting another man’s cum on my lips. Was it a friend? Colleague? A coworker? I had no idea the depth of humiliation that Val wanted. All I knew was, someone out there knew what it felt like to blow a load in my mouth. Worse, the bet was for an hour. The real question was, how many more would know?

This was made all the more embarrassing by what caused me to be like this. We’d had some stupid argument over nothing, like an episode of a “real housewives of somewhere,” and who said what to whom. THIS is why I’d just had to gulp down an unknown guy’s cum. I could almost hear her cackling to herself. She got me this time, she got me good. I was SO sure I was right that I bet my mouth, for an hour, to whoever she wanted to send in.

Looking back on it, I really should’ve just gone with the flow. I love sucking cock, it’s probably my second favorite sex thing, next to getting licked. But in the moment, the nerves and uncertainty had most of my attention.

It was dark, I waited there, my hands on my knees as the cum had found it’s way all the way to my bare pussy. I could feel it dripping off, to the floor. If it was me, I’d have made her lick it up. I didn’t dare take off the blindfold just as I hadn’t used my hands at all in blowing him, per her instructions. She didn’t want me touching “them” because she didn’t want it to give away who it might be. Even though it was devilish, it was something I’d have done to her, also.

I heard the door open softly. There was more silence until I felt the warmth of his cock’s head on my cheek. After a sharp intake of breath I stuck my tongue out and “found” it, and began to lick it up and down. This one was prepared, he must’ve been pre-informed. He was already mostly hard. I purposely teased the head and licked his slit to prolong the process, in my own way trying to “win” at something. He wasn’t having it, he had come to get blown by some blindfolded slut.

He guided my head onto his dick, not so gently and soon he was purposely trying to see how deep he could get. Normally, I’d push away and tell him to slow down or he’d get nothing. Here, however, I didn’t really have any rights. I did my best to accommodate his girth and length to the back of my throat. I’m no deep-throater but I do enjoy a mouth fucking, when I can use my hands to control it. Here, I was just a receptacle. I was coughing and gurgling, which only turned him on more. I could hear his manly grunts and deep breaths as he pumped it in and out of me. poker siteleri Finally, he held the back of my head as he spent himself inside me. Now, I’m a swallower, but not so much when the dick is buried halfway down my throat. I sputtered and choked as he dumped it all in me.

I heard a low groan, “fuck,” come from him, but not enough so I could recognize it. Again, the door shut behind him as I sputtered up then swallowed his load. How Val wasn’t laughing right then, I didn’t know. She HAD to be there, I’d never miss this if the positions were reversed, “and by god, they will be, someday!” I cursed to myself.

I could feel the cum I’d missed pouring down my tits. As added embarrassment, I could feel a rivulet go right down my nipple and drip off, like a leaky faucet. The other thing was…I was wet, SO wet, I actually was considering giving my husband a roll later which he so much did NOT deserve, in order to quench some of that fire.

was far more handsy, like the other two didn’t realize that touching was allowed. He worked my nipples hard, while my mouth was working to please him. This only drives me crazier, I swear the harder they tug at them the wetter I get. At least this guy allowed me to take it at my own pace. He was rewarded with a little extra tongue action, which made him cum like a broken fire hydrant. I let most of his cum just drip out the sides, adding to the others, already glistening on my torso. The door shut. Again, silence.

As I knelt there I actually got a smile when she whispered in my ear from behind me, “that was fantastic! I see you’ve still kept up your head game, good to know for the future,” she giggled. I took off the blindfold.

“God, you’re a mess, a beautiful, MILF’y mess,” she smirked. “Here, let me help you,” she said. She began rubbing all the spent cum all over my body. “I want you to feel it dry and tighten on your skin when we go back out to the party. There won’t be a minute you won’t feel it and remember what you did back here. “

She spread it out evenly all over my tits, my stomach, my back, my ass, everywhere I had skin, even on my face.

“But god, Val, I’m going to reek of cum,” I whined.

“Exactly,” she chuckled. “Let it dry, then come on out, your clothes are on the bed.”

She’d only left my dress, my underwear was probably in her purse. I sighed and went back to the party, nipples hard and pussy wet. I spend the next two hours trying to act “the good wife” by my husband, while catching the eye of guy after guy, wondering if he was one of the “lucky three.”

That’s the embarrassment Val wanted, for me to stand there, their cum still on me, wondering which of the host of guests had enjoyed my mouth. Knowing her, she also wanted to embarrass my husband, who took one look at me, sniffed the air, huffed, then ignored me for most of the night. In a way, I actually HOPED that they’d been a coworker or friend of his.

I realized that Val tended to win and get her way most often and that repeats of my debasement were coming. She’s also quite wicked and clever. It was almost time to just admit her dominance over me and just forego the pretense of the dare game. She owned me, she always had. I knew I’d be worked out again, and soon. I’m sure my mouth will get me into trouble again.

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Sometimes when we go out in public I pick my girlfriends clothes. I tend to go for one of her short and loose dresses. A dress where a gust of wind can reveal more than most girls would feel comfortable with. My girl however enjoys the possibility of this happening, even more so when I don’t include panties in her outfit.

We figured men around their forties wouldn’t visit a mall without their wives or girlfriends. So when we saw a man by himself, he would most likely be single and we could tease him a little bit with a nice upskirt view of my girl.

Every time we went up a set of escalators we made sure to keep enough distance between us and the guy behind us, to make sure he had a nice angle up my girlfriend’s skirt. We noticed some guys watch and immediately look away, while some guys seemed to be oblivious and others definitely noticed and enjoyed the view.

Eventually one guy followed us up two more stairs, so I told my girl to give him a better view the 3rd time. She placed her feet a little wider to make sure to have a nice gap between her legs and pushed her ass backwards a bit. The canlı bahis stranger on the escalator was sure to get an excellent view of my girl’s ass and pussy now. I wondered if he could see the shine of the moisture that would have appeared between her lips.

I lifted her skirt a bit to give him an even better view when he looked at me. I wasn’t sure what went through his head. Maybe he hoped for a chance to get to fuck her pussy? It definitely did look like a bulge was forming in this guy’s pants. I gave him a smile and nudged my face, as to tell him to follow us. He nodded and decidedly stared at my girl’s cute little ass again.

The 5th floor of this mall was abandoned. All the shops had moved out because this floor was about to be converted into a food court, but the construction hadn’t started yet. We walked towards a corner that had a few benches. The guy followed us keeping an appropriate distance. I squeezed my girlfriends ass to make him extra aware of how lovely and well formed it is.

I leaned myself against the backrest of one of the benches and picked up my kaçak iddaa girl. She wrapped her legs around me which freed up my hands to lift up her skirt a little, revealing her ass again for the stranger to see. He seemed unsure what to do next, so I used my hands to tilt my girl’s pelvis and spread her cheeks a little.

She was shaking with excitement, having flashed a bunch of strangers, already turned her on. The anticipation of this guy following us to a desolated corner of the mall made it almost unbearable for her. She loved being used as a fuck toy, especially by a complete stranger.

He finally seemed to understand that he would indeed get a chance to fuck the pussy he had been following up all those escalators. He unzipped his pants and his large erect cock sprung out. I immediately knew my girl was going to enjoy being fucked by him.

He took a few steps forward and aimed his cock towards my girlfriend’s entrance. As soon as he made contact her legs clenched even more strongly around me. I looked her in the eyes and gave her a kiss so she knew I was completely kaçak bahis comfortable with her being filled by a strangers cock.

My girl loved the feeling of his cock sliding inside. He pushed it all the way in before pulling backwards and continued making slow and long thrusts. His cock was stretching her lips while her ass rested on my hands. The stranger and I shared complete control over her body while he invaded her.

As his cock and her pussy got used to each other he started fucking her harder. I felt his balls slap against her buttocks a couple of times and wondered if she would notice as well. It turned me on tremendously to know I was holding up my girlfriend to provide a stranger with a quick relief.

After a couple of minutes him pounding his cock inside her, his thrusts became even stronger. My girl moaned, she probably felt his cock grow harder and harder inside her as he came closer to release. He now made strokes using the full length of his cock. As his cock started throbbing deep inside my girl she knew she was receiving a large load of a strangers cum.

He made a final couple of strokes to make sure her entire pussy was filled before he pulled out his cock. My girl placed her head on my shoulder and relaxed her body as the stranger zipped up his pants and slowly walked away.

We would soon go home where I would reclaim my girl.

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