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Awaking Stepmom Ch. 03

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“Come on, mom. Just a little,” Matt whispered in the kitchen.

“No,” she replied sharply.

“But it’s been an entire week without—”

“No!” she whispered, pointing the long sharp kitchen knife in her hand at me to make the point. She had been dicing tomatoes on the large cutting board. The vegetable platter she was preparing to bring out to the barbeque was nearly finished. Neighbors and friends swarmed their backyard. The thump of music could be heard through the closed sliding glass door. Monica had kept her distance from her stepson since their last encounter. There was a difference between clearing a man’s head so he could focus on his schoolwork and being a distraction.

I was not raised to be a distraction.

“Go outside, go on your father’s out there, your sister, your friends. Go think about that,” Monica shooed him away, then got to work dumping the tomatoes in the last slot of the vegetable tray.

It was Labor Day weekend. A Meyer family tradition was to have a cookout for the neighborhood every year and this was the eighth year in a row. The sun shined with a nice breeze. The tables they set up in the front and back yard were full of people, most of whom Monica and Todd, her husband, tolerated, but still. Parties were about people coming together and not just the ones you knew.

The sulking expression her 18-year-old son wore morphed into one of thought as the hue on his cheeks pinked.

“What is it?” Monica finally asked.

“Well, um, nothing,” Matt hung is head and turned around from the kitchen island Monica worked on.

“Stop. What is it?” she said in a warning tone. Her son turned around carefully so no one could see through the sliding glass door. “Oh, my,” Monica put a hand to her mouth, astonished by the size of the tent formed in his jeans.

“It’s just that red dress your wearing is my favorite, and I can’t stop thinking about you and—”

“Okay, um, let’s uh—let’s just go over here,” Monica said, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching as she led her son into the nearby master bedroom. Her and his father’s room. The forty-year-old mother of two wore a form fitting strawberry red dress with spaghetti straps and a matching pencil skirt. Overtop she wore a colorful apron that covered in drawings of fruit. Removing the apron, she laid it on the bed and looked at her gold fossil watch, worried that her husband could come looking for her at any moment. “Okay, come on. Take off your pants.”

Monica waved her hand for her son to hurry up. He unbuckled his jeans and slid them down as she closed the door. Matt’s massive cock bounced and stood erect like it was pointing at her. Pinching the sides of her tight skirt so she could hike it up a few inches, Monica kneeled before her son who sat on the edge of her bed. Her fingers gripping her son’s shaft and started pumping. The veiny shaft flexed against her grip and she felt its strength. Looking up at Matt’s face as she worked his cock over was exhilarating. She loved the way he looked down on her. With her hand jerking his hard cock, his eyes looked at her like a queen. The pleasure he felt, the power she had… it was intoxicating.

“Mmm, you like that? Is this what you wanted?” she whispered, stealing glances at the closed doors. “I had no idea how dirty my son was. I can’t even wear a low cut dress without him walking around with this big hard cock.”

Pumping faster, Monica shook her blond hair off her neck as she felt the sting of a sweat beginning to form. Her tits bouncing wildly as she jacked her stepson off, she felt her loose spaghetti straps teeter and fall off her shoulders. First the left, then the right. Matt’s mouth was wide as he breathed heavily staring in anticipation. The power of his gaze and drunk feeling it gave her was almost too much.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Monica teased, groping the loose fabric around her breast with her palm. She finally peeled it away and let one of her breasts bounce free. “You like tha—”

There was a quick two knocks on the door and Monica froze, she looked, expecting to see her husband or half the neighborhood to be standing in the doorway, but thankfully the door didn’t immediately open.

“Monica? You in there?” a familiar voice with a thick Alabama accent.

Amanda, Monica thought. The nosy neighbor and the epicenter of all the drama in this neighborhood.

“Uh, yes, um, don’t come in I’m changing,” Monica blurted out. She released Matt’s cock and was moving away, now that she had been discovered, şerifali escort when Matt grabbed her wrist. The look of shock, betrayal, anger, and a lecturing mother all appeared at once on her face as she looked up to the short smile on her son’s lips and the quick shake of his head as he brought her palm back to his member.

“Oh, of course, dear,” Amanda said in a sing song voice. “Your husband, Todd, just sent me to tell you to find Matt.”

Monica went back to pumping Matt’s cock with a tense grip and a vigorous speed. Her eyes narrowed on her son with a stern warning behind them as she spoke.

“Okay, I’ll go get him,” she said.

“I guess Todd needs someone to make a run for more charcoal. You know, your parties always are the biggest hits and all…” Amanda said like it was an insult.

Both of Monica’s breasts were bouncing uncontrollably out the top of her dress as she stroked her son. She tried to pull her dresses straps on over her shoulders one at a time but they kept falling back down.

“Okay, thanks,” Monica said slightly winded.

“Mmhmm,” Amanda hummed through the door. Monica listened to hear if she could hear her nosy neighbors footsteps clack across their hardwood floors but she heard nothing.

Monica saw the fountain of pre-ejaculate that dripped down the tip of his cock and covered her thumb and the back of her hand as she pumped him. Looking him in the eyes, she gave him a stern no games look.

“You need to orgasm now,” she whispered, glancing back at the door. “please son, we have to get back to the party. You father will be looking for us any minute!”

Monica’s eyes became wide, her eyebrows high and pleading. “Please, just let it go. Please, baby. Give it to momma. Give me everything. Monica saw the squint in Matt’s eyes and the soft groan grew from within him. Her lips panting just over his cock. “Oh yes, baby, that’s it. Cum for me yes. Yes!” she whispered.

Without warning, her son grabbed the back of her neck and puller his lips down and around the head of his cock. The orgasm he had was instantaneous. His spurts of semen bounced off the roof of her mouth and fell to her tongue. Holding her mouth on him to the last flex of his cock, he released her and Monica pulled away. She coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, having already swallowed his seed.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? We can’t do that!” she huffed in anger, even though she could feel just how wet his dominance had mad her between the thighs. “That’s it, we’re done. No more!”

“Wait what? No, I just thought—”

Monica stood adjusting her skirt and dress, then held up a finger. “We will talk about this later, mister.”

Monica left the room with a secret smile in the corner of her lips, already imagining the visit to her son’s room tonight.

……………….

Monica was in the kitchen with Todd, cleaning the remaining serving dishes.

Thank God they used paper plates for the cookout, or I’d be here all night.

It was more accurate to say Monica was cleaning the dishes and Todd sat on the kitchen counter (which she had told him twice not to do) and complained about what everyone else said and did during the party. Todd’s work for the cookout ended after he turned off the grill (after cooking charred black hot dogs, and dry unseasoned burger patties).

The woman nodded and pretended to listen as she finished and took off her apron. She went through the house and saw a million and one jobs that still needed to be done. Mostly cleaning. Things that could wait until tomorrow.

“These floors are filthy,” Todd complained as he sat in his lazy boy chair. The weight of his rounded belly made the chair rock back and forth as he undid his belt and let his circumference expand. He was referencing the bits of dirt and grass tracked in along the hardwood floor from people using the bathroom…

And the nosy neighbor Amanda almost catching me with my stepson.

Monica ignored the comment and sat on her side of the couch which was on the opposite side of the living room from Todd. Some old football game played on their enormous TV and before half time, Todd was curled under his blanket like a large baby and snoring with his feet up.

It started with a lick of her lips. The naughty thought struck her like an arrow. Once in it couldn’t be removed. The simple adrenaline rush of standing from the couch and tiptoeing away past her husband and upstairs seyhan escort past the fourth step that always creaked. She wanted to surprise her son.

Matt had been sulking all day. His friends secretly drank beers and took shots when their drunk parents weren’t looking but he stayed to himself. He had angered his mom, which wasn’t his intention but he thought she might have liked the show of control. What with all the dirty talk she did, and her coming to him last Monday… the last thing he wanted to do was to upset her or scare her away.

There was a sudden, almost soundless, knock on his bedroom door that sat him up from his bed. His hope was answered when his stepmother peaked her head in and then quickly closed the door quietly behind her.

“I can’t believe you!” Monica yelled in a whisp of a voice. She still wore her red dress from earlier that afternoon. A wet stain was still visible on the top of her left breast where she had cleaned off some vegetable dip that had fallen off a bite of baby carrot and landed on the shelf that was her breasts. “You could have ruined everything if we had gotten caught.”

“I know I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Matt apologized, standing beside his bed.

“And grabbing my head and making swallow… ugh…” Monica groaned. In her mind when she started these… extracurricular activities with her stepson, she imagined clear lines drawn in the sand.

What was the harm of giving a helping hand for her stepson’s masturbation? I never imagined I’d be swallowing his seed! Even though it left me walking around with wet panties the entire night.

“It was just an urge, I didn’t mean to bother you. It just happened,” Matt said. “I just had never had oral sex before.”

Monica looked down on her son, feeling bad for his sadness.

“Well, you’re sure not getting more,” Monica said, defiantly. She crossed her arms and popped her hip out to the side as she eyed Matthew. He hung his head like a sad puppy.

“I’m sorry, can I make it up somehow? Please, I don’t want to ruin… I don’t want to push you away.”

Monica’s scowl softened at her pouting son. The boy may have the appearance of a twenty-something year old but he pouted like the 18-year-old senior in high school that he was. He had apologized enough, she decided.

What was the harm in some recompense?

“Come here…”

Monica took his hands in hers, she walked him away from the bed and stood in front of his mattress. Unzipping the side of her dress, she scooted her skirt up one side at a time. Her thick thighs and soft hips danced left to right as she hiked her red skirt above her sex, revealing her moist pussy lips.

“You want to make it up to, mommy?” she asked.

Matt nodded.

“On your knees.”

Matt complied, kneeling in front of his bed.

“You said you never received oral sex before, have you ever given it?”

“No.”

“Well, what has your mother always told you?” Monica said with a smile in her voice. Her hands planted on her hips. “In order to receive, you must first give. Here, stick out your tongue, son.”

Monica smiled down at her son as he did. taking a hand, she used two of her fingers to spread her lips and saw her milky white juices cling between her lips as she did. Like a precision bombing, she lined up her lips with her son’s tongue and lowered herself on him. Biting her lip, Monica stifled the first of many moans as her son lapped her pussy.

“Mmmm… good boy,” Monica purred. “Just like that. Mmmhmmm.”

Matt’s tongue licked her pussy from top to bottom several times making his mother flush and her thighs tremble every time his tongue neared the top. He loved watching her eyes roll backward to the ceiling, her teeth dig into her lower lip, and the feel of her knees trembling. It gave him cues that he was doing something right.

She didn’t tell him to, but he took the initiative to bring his warm palms to her soft and tender thighs. Matt rubbed the outsides up and down and felt the ribs of goosebumps form. With each pass of his hands, he inched them closer to her backside until he felt the bottom fold of his mother’s fat ass and slipped his middle fingers under it on both sides.

“Oh… Mmmmatt… yes, that’s it. Good… good boy,” Monica whispered and her voice trembled as she did. Her hands cupped her breasts through her bright red dress and squeezed and mashed the cleavage together. Her breasts were so large, his mother had to lean forward to peer down on her stepson’s side escort face past them.

Squeezing his mother’s ass made his dick hard. Matt felt it pull at his boxers as he adjusted forward at the same time his mother did. without communication, the pair had maneuvered so that his mother squatted down on his face. He felt her wet pussy lips move up and down over and over again on his tongue and lips.

“That’s it, baby. Move your tongue in circles up there. yes!” Monica clasped a palm over her lips as she whispered encouragement threatened to become screams. Her husband was still asleep downstairs.

I should have turned the TV up before going upstairs!

Monica couldn’t take it, god, it felt so good. She knew she had to stop this. There was no way she could keep quiet when she came, this orgasm building inside her would be too powerful. But looking down on her son, watching her juices dribble down his chin and the side of his face, she knew she didn’t have the willpower to stop. This was going to happen. She was going to cum on her son’s face!

“Oh god, baby. Don’t… don’t stop… keep—keep going,” she encouraged as she rocked on his warm tender tongue. She felt it slither around her clit over and over. “Oh god…”

Matt’s fingers had been squeezing and massaging her ass cheeks which she permitted but now, when the pleasure peaked, she felt his fingertips worm their way in between her hot sweaty ass cheeks.

Oh, Jesus… his finger is reaming my asshole! I can’t let him… I have to stop… oh god, I can’t!

“Oh fuck!” Monica cursed and sucked in air. “I’m coming.”

Monica’s knees turned inward and her thighs threatened to give out as she felt her son’s tongue vibrating on her swollen clit in the front while his finger worked tighter circles around her anus repeated.

Monica’s hand grabbed the back of her son’s head, half pushing him away as her over-sensitive clit buzzed and half holding him in place as the orgasm filled every space inside her.

“Jesus… Christ!” Monica moaned into her other hand which did little to stifle her volume.

Her tits bounced with the rest of her body in unison as her red dress did everything it could to keep them from bouncing out the neck of the dress. The orgasm last another thirty seconds as she shoved the top of Matt’s head to get him off her. She needed a reprieve from the contact. Her other hand grabbed the back of his computer chair as he finally managed to extricate herself and slump in the chair.

Pulses of pleasure made her body twitch as she smiled and cooed, trying to gather her thoughts. Matt slumped to a sit with a smirk on his wet face. It was then they both heard the fourth step on the staircase creek and Monica’s husband’s heavy footsteps stomping up the stairs.

Terror cut into both of their faces as they stared at one another for what felt like an eternity but was only a second. When they heard his footsteps summit the stairs they both were up and moving. Monica tried for the closet but she knew she wouldn’t make it. She tried to fix her skirt but it was raveled around her belly. The door knob twisted and she tiptoed in a sprint with the opening door until she hid in the corner of her son’s room behind the door.

“Hey Matt, have you seen your mother?” Todd asked the dreary pull of sleep in his voice.

“Um, no, nope, I don’t think so,” Matt replied. His voice was calm but Monica could hear the panic in his voice like only a mother could. “I thought you guys were cleaning outside.”

Her son swiveled in his computer chair in front of his computer like he always did. Monica held her breath and squished behind the door. She could see her husband’s should and the side of his face. Pressed as far back as she could it still wasn’t enough. If Todd turned around, he would see her plain as day.

“Hm, maybe she’s outside cleaning. There’s a lot for her to do out there,” Todd said. “You should go to bed soon, all right?”

“Okay.”

Monica held her breath as her husband left the same way he came in, without turning to her. She waited a minute until she heard him move to the end of the hall and go into the upstairs bathroom and close the door. in a mad sprint, Monica came out of hiding and waved away her son who stood to help as she adjusted and zipped her skirt. She quickly but quietly went down the stairs before her husband came out of the bathroom.

Once she made it outside, she allowed herself to breathe again. Grabbing one of the full trash bags, she tied it off and walked it to the dumpster.

“Hey honey,” Todd called from the doorway. “I’m heading to bed. Don’t stay up too late cleaning, all right?”

Sighing a breath of relief, she nodded a smile, “Goodnight, babe.”

That was way too close of a call. First nosy neighbors and now my husband? I have to put a stop to this.

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A Family Affair Ch. 05

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** At the time of writing, I’m currently 48 years old and divorced for maybe 16 or 17 years. I cant quite remember. This is my attempt to string together some of my past experiences that rightly or wrongly have shaped who I am. I hope you enjoy reading this and please don’t judge me. I’d love to receive comments from my readers too so feel free to say what you want. **

In the previous chapters, I briefly explained how I stared sleeping with my Uncle, then my Dad and my two brothers. It went on and I was never sure if the others knew but I suspected they did. No one really said anything. Dad was the most often — at least once a week but usually 2 or 3 times a week. With Mark, it wasn’t that often. He liked blowjobs though and would often get me to blow him. With John it was also about once a week.

I learnt I liked giving blowjobs and I perfected my art with Mark. I learnt how to deepthroat with Mark and I learnt how to read a man’s sighs and groans and adjust what I was doing to give him pleasure. With Mark I also learnt that how to tease his balls while I was sucking him and even tease his ass hole. I slipped my finger in a few times too and the response was amazing.

It was also then that I learnt what the prostate was and how massaging it or teasing it while sucking seemed to elicit such a wild response from Mark. He would cum in buckets too if I stimulated his prostate and I’d have a hard time swallowing it all down.

Mark also loved to cum on my face, something that I wasn’t particularly fond of but something I knew he liked. Over the years, with different men, what I had learnt and practiced with Mark came into good practice and I was often told I had an amazing mouth.

For me, giving blowjobs gave me an immense feeling of power. I know some men think that women are subservient during the act of giving a blowjob but to me it felt like I had the power. I mean, I was the one sucking you and controlling when you came. I was the one drawing his seed into my mouth and following it. I was the one that was making them glassy eyed and begging for release. So in my mind, it was a very powerful thing.

And as I said, I liked it. I liked the taste, I liked the feel, I liked the smell. The feeling of a hot cock in my mouth, pulsing and tensing when I licked it or sucked it was just amazing. The feeling of the cock head swelling and then spurting warm liquid into my mouth was divine. I just loved giving head.

Surprisingly, none of my boys, yes, I called my Dad and brothers my boys, gave me oral. Sure, they would lick a little to get me more wet but they never spent and time down there. At that point in time it suited me fine as I would much rather be sucking a cock then having my cunt licked. That kind of stayed with me for a long time. I guess some of it had to do with me wanting to feel fresh all the time and I was kind of turned off by how I might smell or taste and that inhibited me.

But anyway, back to another experience.

It was a Saturday afternoon and both my brothers were out somewhere. I was lazing on the couch, sarıyer escort switching channels on the TV, not really watching anything in particular. I was wearing an old, thin frock, one of what I called my houseclothes. Nothing that I would ever wear outside the house. It was ratty and used but comfortable. Perfect for lazing at home.

“Whatcha watching?” Dad asked as he stood in the entrance to the lounge.

“Umm…nothing really, just flicking channels.”

“Anything interesting?” He asked.

“Nah uh.” I replied, shaking my head.

Dad smiled at me and cocked his head toward his room, his indication that he wanted some. “No one is home. And I love how you look in those old clothes of yours.”

“Daddy wants to fuck me?” I teased.

He smiled. “How do I resist you. Come.”

I got up and followed Dad to his room. I have to admit my pussy was tingling slightly at the thought that Daddy wanted me and was going to fuck me. Once in his room, I pulled my dress off and then peeled off my panties and unhooked my bra. I moved to lie on the bed, naked, as I watched Daddy undress.

Daddy climbed in beside me and stroked my face. “So pretty.” He said softly. My hand moved to his chest, rubbing it slightly then down to his cock. There was no real kissing or teasing with Dad. It was straight into bed and almost straight at it.

His cock grew harder in my hand and I rubbed some of the precum over his head. Daddy sighed. I moved in closer to him, nuzzling against his chest. “How do you want me Daddy?” I asked softly, my hands playing with his cock.

Daddy groaned. “Sit on me. I want to watch you.”

I clambered up and threw one leg over him. I positioned my pussy over his stiff dick and slowly lowered myself on to his upright cock. His meat slowly parted my lips and slipped into me. I hissed with pleasure at the first entrance and slowly worked my way down till all of his cock was inside of me. I placed my hands on his chest as I planted my ass firmly down and smiled, looking down at him.

“Just sit there. You feel so warm and tight.” He said. He pulled me down slightly toward him and raised his head up to take one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled and lashed at my nipple as his other hand moved between my legs to find my clit. His thumb started rubbing on my clit as I felt his cock throb hotly in my pussy.

I moaned with pleasure and started to rock my hips against him, pressing harder against his thumb against my clit. His other hand moved to my back and pulled me closer to him as he started to thrust slowly into me. I groaned louder now.

“Oh god. Fuck me Daddy.. fuck me…Unnnnhh.” He released me and I started to ride him, plunging my hips and and down on his cock. His thumb kept rubbing on my pussy as I pumped up and down on his cock. I could feel my orgasm starting to build in me and his thumb on my pussy only served to heighten my pleasure. I raised myself on my knees to get more leverage and started pounding my fathers cock deeper into me.

“Fuckk…Daddddy…Daddddy….Dadddy….I’mmm şarkışla escort gonnaaa cummmmmm!” I cried out as I planted myself firmly on his cock and felt my pussy spasm and my body tremble. His thumb was working hard on my clit as I orgasmed and that drew out my orgasm longer and harder. I quivered and shook on his cock as my hand flew to his to stop him strumming my clit. It was just too intense. I looked down at him and he had this grin of satisfaction as I ground my pussy against his cock. My mouth was open and I was moaning loudly.

My legs finally stopped quivering and I smiled down at Daddy. I started to move again, slowly up and down. He placed his hands on my breasts, tweaking them. “Wait. I don’t want to come yet. Get up. Get on your fours.” He said.

I climbed off his cock and I could see my white cream coating parts of the base of his cock. That sight excited me more. I started to kneel to position myself. “I should have taken your cherry.” Daddy said.

“I lost that some time ago Daddy.” I laughed. “Sorry.”

His eyes took on a glassy look. “What about your ass? Is that still Cherry?”

“Daddy!” I exclaimed, in shock. “I..I..I’ve never done that.”

His finger slipped into my buttocks crack and wormed its way into my ass. I gasped at the intrusion and instinctively tensed my ass muscles. “You’re mother hardly did it. Even when she did she always complained.”

I don’t know what it was. Whether it was knowing that my mom had done it or the fact that my father said she didn’t like it. I wanted to do it then. I needed to know what it was like and if I could please my father. Do something for him that my mother was reluctant to do.

I raised my ass higher, feeling his finger push deeper into me as I did so. “Be gentle Daddy?”

“Are you saying I can fuck your ass?” He asked. I could hear the lust in his voice.

“O..only if you want to Daddy.” I replied, a little unsure of myself.

I felt my ass cheeks being parted and then what I only can think was spit being applied to my ass, feeling it drip down my crack and then daddy’s fingers working it into my hole. I felt him spread me further and then he plunged his cock into my pussy a few times, coating it with my juices.

I felt his cock head press against the rosebud of my ass and I tried to relax it as much as I could. I felt him pressing forward and there was immense pressure. I instinctively pulled away a little. Daddy grabbed my hips and pulled me back. One hand wrapped around my hips and stomach, holding me tight. I felt his cock pressing against my ass again. The pressure started to increase.

“It hurts Daddy… ohhh.. fuck… it hurts.”

The pressure increased even as I tried to relax my ass muscles even more. I felt a pop as the cock head broke into my ass. Daddy shoved forward and I felt an even more intense searing pain. “Aaagggh…. Godddd… Stoppp stop…. Daddddyy… It hurts.. it hurts.. oh pleaseeeee”

Daddy’s cock speared deep into my ass şarköy escort and I felt his balls slap against my ass. My ass burned and throbbed. It really hurt, more so than loosing my virginity. I heard Daddy groan as he flexed his cock inside my ass. I fought back tears as he slowly started to fuck in and out of my ass.

“It hurts daddy… oh goddd.. it hurts.. Daddy please, please Daddy… gently.. Ohhhhh” I cried out, trying to will away the searing pain.

“Fuckkk… so tight sweetie. Your ass is so hot and tight. Fuck yes.” Daddy moaned. “Take it baby, I’m in your ass… oh fuck yessss”

As Daddy fucked my ass, I slowly became accustomed to the pain and it wasn’t so bad anymore. It was still uncomfortable and I really wouldn’t say it was pleasurable, at least not physically. Somehow it just felt kinky and erotic knowing that my ass was being fucked and in some weird way that kind of made it better.

Daddy started to speed up his thrusts, groaning as he did so. I wanted to make it as pleasurable for Daddy as I could and so I goaded him on. “Fuck me Daddy. Fuck my ass. Oh god, you’re so big in my ass…. Oh fuck yes.”

Daddy moaned at my words and my hand moved to my clit to try and get some stimulus going in my pussy. Slowly I rubbed my clit as Daddy’s cock ploughed in and out of my cunt. I felt so much better with my pussy responding now and I was able to focus on the thrills in my pussy rather than the discomfort in my ass.

My father’s hands moved to cup my breasts and he pulled me closer to him as his fingers teased my nipples, sending jolts shooting to my pussy. He was hammering into my ass now and the sounds of fucking filled the room. I moaned softly.

Daddy started to grunt and groan louder now as he fucked me. His cock was going deeper and harder into my ass. “Ohh baby.. I’m gonna cum.. gonna cum in your ass baby girl.” He cried out.

“Cum Daddy. Cum… cum in my ass!” I said, rubbing my clit harder but knowing I wasn’t going to cum. I felt Daddy tense and then he cried out as his cock began to pump it’s load into my ass. I could feel his cock swell and then his liquid filling my ass. Daddy pumped my ass a few more times before he buried his cock inside. I could feel his legs trembling against mine. Slowly he pulled out of me and I could feel his cum slowly start to dribble out of my asshole. I collapsed on to the bed, my ass felt empty but it was almost a relief. My anal passage also felt sore even while the rest of my body felt warm and tingly even though I hadn’t cum.

Daddy stroked my back lightly as I lay there. “Your first anal girl.” He said matter of factly. I rolled over on to my back and gazed at him. I nodded quietly. In a way I was glad that I had given up my anal cherry. It made me feel like a full woman, no longer having any virgin holes and nothing left to hold on to or to hold me back.

I did anal with Daddy more times and also with my brothers and over the years I also did anal with a lot of other men too. I learnt to relax my anal muscles and although it still hurt, the pain was far, far less. For some reason men loved doing anal and I was willing to let them take mine. Most times it was just to make them happy but there were times when I was so turned on I actually wanted to be fucked it in my ass. Those were the times that anal sex was truly enjoyable. But those are stories for another time.

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The Lottery Paves the Way

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My sister stopped shaking, stroked my cock and then rolled out of my bed and went for a shower which she certainly needed. Her name is Sue, she had been under me for an hour and both of us were soaked in sweat and sexually generated liquids. I waited for her to finish because if I went in there with her she’d get randy and the bed was already wet so I remained where I was.

Sue finished in the shower so as soon as she’d gone to her room I went and had a shower.

Mom was downstairs making breakfast so I didn’t linger and soon the three of us were enjoying bacon and eggs with our coffee. Mum wore a lovely French maid’s apron which made sense when frying bacon because it was the only thing she wore.

She’d left the bed just to go and make breakfast so she would need to shower but it didn’t prevent Sue from moving behind mum to fondle her breasts. I ate my breakfast while Sue’s went cold because she’d taken an unprotesting mum to the sofa and was now working her to a frenzy by teasing her clitoris as she ate her vagina which would certainly be hotter than her breakfast.

I feel that this is a reasonable point for me to explain the events which led us to this behaviour.

We were a working-class family with little money and no prospects of that improving. We were a close-knit family of three plus mum’s husband when mum won a prize in the Lottery. It was a lot of money, There were three winning tickets for the jackpot but even split three ways the amount mum received meant that we would never have money worries again.

The first thing she did was to tell dad that he should take his stuff and go to his girlfriend’s place because he was now available, and then she threw his clothes out of the bedroom window.

The next item on her agenda was to check that our passports were in order and then she began a search to find a cruise which we could join in the next few days then, having found one, book herself, me, and sis on a fly-cruise holiday.

The weather on the cruise was awful. When it wasn’t raining it was gale-force winds with waves to match. We decided that we would entertain ourselves in our cabins by using the internet and so confined ourselves to our cabins for most of the trip.

This meant that we spent a large part of each day in mum’s room and well, one thing led to another and sex happened. My sister and I were virgins when we joined the cruise ship and when we left it Sue still was but mum made sure that I wasn’t and I had learned at an early age never to argue with mum.

Mum was forty-two, she was not a beauty, average height, brown hair, not a terrific figure and strong legs, Oh, and firm, 36B cup breasts. Mrs average in every way except that she had always believed in allowing us to do as we wished provided that we hurt no one and were prepared to take the consequences if we messed up.

Sue was twenty-two, five ft nine, pretty, but not astoundingly so, She had a figure any bloke would enjoy uncovering but it was always the female gender which had that pleasure. She had black hair cut short and long slender legs. Her breasts were soft and rarely in a ‘bra.

My name is Steve, not Steven. I am five ft nine, slim, with dark blonde hair, I am average in every way. Nothing about me stands out as ‘different’ but I do have stamina. I enjoy cross-country runs and Fell running.

Both Sue and I were adopted at a very early age because mum was unable to bear children and she desperately wanted to be a mother. We were from different backgrounds and had nothing that even slightly resembled mom, but we loved her.

Mum had phoned her Uncle Bill, her brother, and told him that she’d finally thrown her husband, the man we knew wasn’t our dad because he made a point of telling us regularly, out of the house.

As we flew to Australia to the cruise ship, Uncle Bill had all the locks changed, and before we’d returned he’d rented a house in a different area in readiness for our return.

The events of the holiday had a marked effect on mum. The transformation began on the morning of the second day at sea when she entered my cabin to see that Sue was wanking me. Mum was open-mouthed with surprise, but calmly asked Sue how long she had been doing it.

“About two months, mum. I was tired of going to the bathroom and finding him on the loo wanking so I told him that if he stopped doing it in the loo then I’d do it for him in his bedroom so after that I did it for him every morning before taking a shower.”

Then she grinned and said:

“Here you go mum, get hold of his boner and have a go. He’ll love it and I bet you will too.”

It was a challenge and mum knew it. She took my erection and before I could react, sucked it to her tonsils and I came. I had been on the verge of telling Sue to stop because I was reaching my blast-off point when mum took hold of my cock, so I fired my load straight down her throat.

She gagged, coughed, and spluttered and then went to have a drink. On her return, she lay sandıklı escort beside me and gently stroked my manhood until it stirred and then sucked it into the form we both preferred.

“I meant how long this morning. I had no idea you two were fucking.”

“Mum! We haven’t been fucking, he’s never tried to do that,

She fondled my balls and gently drew her fingernails down my swollen cock for a while as she thought about what was happening and having come to a decision, asked me if I had ever fucked a girl. Unfortunately, I had to say no. She was quiet again and then she stood, removed her pyjamas, and got back onto my bed.

“Sue, either go to your cabin or sit and watch but do not interfere or say anything. My son is about to have his first fuck and I hope he likes it because I think I will and it would be a lovely way to pass the time..”

I was already naked so she lay alongside me and began stroking my cock again. After a few minutes, she said:

“Any time you’re ready son, start feeling my body. You like tits and I love having my nips played with so please play with them to start with but I would be very happy to feel your hand on my pussy in a few moments. I am already wet in anticipation so please don’t hang about.”

I didn’t hang about because I was already stiff and I was afraid that I’d cum again without having done anything so when my hand went between her thighs she spread them wide apart thinking that I would need room to get my head between them. I was sure that I would be able to do that later so I mounted her.

“Oh boy you are in a rush, let me put it where it needs toooo. Ohh fuck. Oh, son yes, yes fuck me, get it all inside me first and then retract it and ohhh that is so wonderful. OOh. you came. Oh dear now we’ll have to start again.”

I pulled my flaccid excuse for a cock out of her hot vagina and rolled onto my back as my naked sister replaced me between mum’s thighs and then there was turmoil as mum got Sue onto her back and straddled her with her head between Sue’s thigh’s just like mine were supposed to have gone between mum’s thighs.

I watched eagerly and learned as mum ate Sue’s labia and licked into her vagina as her fingers gently probed Sue’s anal doorway. Sue had a problem because mum had had no chance to clean up after I’d fucked her so my semen was dripping out of Mum onto and into Sue’s mouth. She climaxed and mum forced her sex onto her mouth to deaden the sound of Sue’s release of sexual tension.

It was a tiring morning. Mum allowed me to fuck her twice more and each time lasted longer. She said that once the excitement of finally getting inside a vagina and the added thrill because of whose vagina it was that I was fucking had waned, I would be able to go for longer and as every woman needs time with a cock inside her before she reaches a climax we would both enjoy the result much more.

She taught me about foreplay and let me and Sue practise on each other, but I always had to finish that off by fucking mum, which I am sure was the intention because it gave her pussy a rest before the twin onslaught of me followed by Sue wanting it.

For a committed Lesbian, Sue was beginning to show signs of wavering in her commitment to the cause. She began to complain that she could see how much mum enjoyed being fucked so she realised that perhaps she had been missing out by only having sex with her girlfriends, but her mum wouldn’t allow me to fuck her even once.

Mum pointed out that the purpose of feeling so much pleasure when fucking was so that people would want to do it if they wanted to have children. She doubted that Sue did so she would have to do what every woman wanting to have sex without the intended end result and get protection. We had no access to any sort of protection and so Sue would have to do without a fuck until we reached home.

“When we get home you see the doctor and get the pill and Steve can get some condoms and once that is done you can ask him to fuck you but Sue, even on the pill he must wear a condom when your ovulation begins.

If you feel randy during that time then let him use your bottom for safety, but he should wear a condom when he goes in there or be strict about cleanliness.”

“I saw you pressing on Sue’s sphincter mum, why did you do that?”

“Some women enjoy it. It is sensitive, responded to gentle kisses and pressure and it does cause a thrill when it is done properly. You didn’t say anything Sue, what did you think?”

“I was surprised but then I thought it did feel rather nice and because it was you doing it I knew it would be ok and might be fun, I liked the feeling,”

“Mum, have you had your bottom fucked?”

“Yes Steve I have, some women love it some hate it I thought it was ok occasionally but I never had an enormous climax that some claim to have had. When you’ve had me a few more times I’ll let you do it to me if you fancy trying it, but not here.”

We had a lot saray escort of sex on that trip and I learned a lot about mum that I would never have thought about. It became obvious that she had put up with a man she’d stopped caring about for years just for the sake of Sue and me and during the cruise she livened up, the sex apart, she loved life again and as she said we can live the life we want not the life we could afford.

Once we were back in the UK we began building our new lifestyle.

The rental was ok for a short stay but mum wanted a home to call her own and three months later we had moved into a barn conversion on the edge of the Cotswolds. It was surrounded by fields and was close to, but not in, the town.

We like our new home and the fact that we now have the freedom to find something to do which we enjoy doing.

I never knew that mum could drive until she showed me her licence which she had kept up to date because she had realised that one day she may need it in a hurry.

One Monday morning she took me with her to buy a car which she had discussed with my uncle Bill, her brother. He told her what she should get and why. So that is what she went for.

When she told the sales manager that she hadn’t driven a car for several years he wouldn’t sell it to her until she had had a few refresher drives and talked her into allowing him to take us to one that he recommended.

Mum booked a refresher course for her and a full driving course for me. It made sense because she was buying a very expensive car which would last us for years as long as we didn’t damage it,

Once we were back home it was coffee, cake, bed, and mum. She lay me on the bed and rode me. She caused me to cause her to cum three times and never got off me once. I was exhausted, she was Hyperactive and when Sue came home she was almost raped on the new sofa bed which had been bought for whenever such activity occurred. Sue lost a pair of fine knickers but didn’t seem to mind.

Once the sofa was back to being a piece of seating furniture she told us that she was about to ‘phone her brother and would we please keep quiet because she had something to say which would be unpleasant but needed to be said.

“Good afternoon Rose, Is Bill there? Oh good, put him on. I’ll tell him what it’s about when I speak to him. I know that I can tell you but I don’t want to tell you I want to tell him. Oh for fucks sake Rose put my brother on the line, you’re his wife not his fucking secretary.

“Yes Bill. I did swear at her but if she’d done as I asked without arguing I wouldn’t have had to do so. I’ve bought the car you recommended and I’ve booked a refresher course for me and Steve is booked for a driving course.

I want you and Rose to come down next Saturday and of course, you could stay for the weekend if you wish, That’s true enough, I don’t like her I hate her and you know why but I have something of importance to tell you both and you both need to be here to hear it. It would be good if you could be here by eleven.”

She put the phone down and told us that she hated our aunt Rose because Uncle Bill was a mild-mannered, gentle man who was dominated by his wife who made his life hell with her dictatorial behaviour.

We were told that all would become clear during their visit and Rose knew better than to try to prevent the visit.

Sue had some news for us. She had got a job. It was paid employment but I think that she would have done it for nothing because it was exactly what my caring sister would do. She approached a local company that trained and provided care assistants for the elderly and or infirm. This also included carers for those suffering from dementia.

Sue would commence her training on Wednesday and for the first week part of the course was to accompany a carer as she did her round of the seven customers in her group, None of them suffered from dementia because extra tuition was required for those with the task of looking after those unfortunates who did.

At ten forty-five on Saturday morning, mum’s brother and sister-in-law arrived and the temperature dropped by several degrees when aunt Rose walked in with a face like frozen granite.

“Would you tell me just why you think that you can order us to drive all this way when you could tell us over the phone whatever it is that you feel is so important?”

“Listen mouthy, I didn’t order you to do anything. I told Bill that what I have to say needed to be done personally, face-to-face and I wanted you to be here when I said what I have to say. Stop the bully tactics, you may have cowed Bill but you have no chance with me so sit down and shut up.”

I had been briefed and so I went and brought the tray with coffee and tea pots, another with the crockery and another with scones and when everyone had that which they preferred, mum waded in and started an earthquake in someone’s head.

“This is going to be a surprise, a shock and a very sarıkamış escort unsettling experience for both of you because I am about to be frank. You are going to learn what the power of love for one’s children can do.

It has woken me up and changed my life and theirs. Now it is about to change your lives to a greater or lesser degree depending on the choice you make today.

Bill; I am now a wealthy woman and I would be all sorts of a cow if I didn’t remember my love and regard for you. We had a wonderful childhood and I shall never forget it.

I am about to give you some of the money I won in the lottery. I used the day and month of your birthday and those of Sue and Steve. We won’t ever miss it and it will make your life much more bearable, with or without that stone-hearted bitch sitting next to you.

Sit down Rose, I haven’t even begun to tell you what I think of you but I’ll get there.

Ever since the cruise, I have wondered how different our lives might have been if we had been like they are. Sue brought that to mind when we were on that cruise, I disturbed them in Steve’s cabin, she was wanking him and I thought that they were fucking, but I was wrong.

That made me smile and made me realise how very like them we had been but she had gone a step further and they have both benefitted from it because you will never find two kids so laid back and at ease with each other’s sexual urges.

I threw my past life and its hang-ups away and joined in with them and we spent the rest of the cruise having sex and learning about each other’s preferences and limits. I found I haven’t got any but I wouldn’t let Steve fuck Sue until we came home and she could get on the pill.

Having Steve fuck me is not a problem because I can’t have children so he can cum in me without any worries. But the very reason I can’t have babies is why Sue and Steve are here.

That is the reason I hate you, Rose. You can have babies and won’t. You hate the idea so much that Bill had to have a vasectomy before he was allowed between your legs and even that pleasure if pleasure was there at all, was denied him when you suddenly began having terrible pains whenever he managed to penetrate you.

I have more to say and you are going to hear it but you should have known that siblings talk to each other.

We will break for lunch now.”

“Well, that was a quiet lunch break. I do hope that you had a good think about what you have heard. I’m sure some, or perhaps all of it shocked you.

I didn’t have to tell you a lot about our behaviour on the cruise but it is pertinent to what comes next because I don’t want any skeletons in our cupboard, what you see is what we are.

First of all Frank; I know that what I am about to say will shock you and some of it will hurt, but I am not the one who has caused the hurt, that cow there has done that all on her own. You have always been a gentle softy and she twists that into dominating you so that you can hardly breathe in your own home unless she says so.

You are childless because she kept her knees together and then made you have a vasectomy before she would deign to drop her knickers and even that wasn’t enough so the pains became even worse and sex was definitely off the menu. Lord knows what pleasure she gets out of life.

I told you why I hate you, That will never change but what comes next just might change you.

Bill I am going to give you a million pounds,”

That brought a gasp from Uncle Bill and Aunt Rose and she suddenly looked a lot brighter.

“There are a couple of strings attached to this love. The first is that she either changes her behaviour drastically or you divorce her. I will not consider her gaining any benefit from my gift to you unless she changes her ways and begins to finally embrace this family and its values.

I will let her have time to think about it. Ten minutes should do it. The second-string concerns you irrespective of what Rose decides to do with the rest of her life, I want you to come upstairs right now and do what I believe we should have done so many years ago.

Come and enjoy a good fuck with your sister. If Rose wants to share our good fortune then she had better begin the process by taking that dress off and opening her legs for Steve.

Rose; it’s your call, fuck with us or fuck off. Steve if she begins to undo buttons, help her because she will probably be shaky, be gentle and leave her back door alone.”

Mum led Bill upstairs to a new lifestyle and I watched as aunt Rose undid her dress and removed both it and her ‘bra as she glowered at me, daring me to interfere in her humiliation.

One last piece of clothing and then she began to cry silently. I moved to her and hugged her. five ft eight, with long auburn hair a shapely, slim woman with pale white silky skin, She went rigid but I was fully clothed and wasn’t attempting to do anything other than be someone to lean on.

She stopped crying and lifted her face to look me in the eyes and in a small voice ask why.

“There has to be an understandable reason for you to have behaved the way you have with a man whom I presume you married for love. I think it was something that happened around the time of your marriage or just afterwards. Were you raped?”

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The next day Katie was up before anyone else. The morning light streamed in from the front of the house, and it was delightful. She made some coffee, then when into the small front office, that they share. She liked to work in the office or at the dining room table, even the kitchen counter. Now she knew that the camera on the main floor would show the kitchen and some of the dining room table, but not the office.

She carried her coffee and laptop out to the table. She stopped and thought, if he wants to watch me then why not. She moved her stuff to the kitchen counter. It didn’t matter much to her where she worked from but if she kept the camera’s working, with little to really see, she could keep him guessing about what she was doing. The more she thought about it, the more see liked it. He would be busy looking at video of her doing just normal mundane activities for hours. Perhaps she could do something that he might not expect, now that is exciting!

Then the big light bulb of a naught idea materialized. She had mixed feeling about the idea immediately. But as it formed in her mind… it was stimulating.

Before she could take that idea down its path she needed to talk with Kelly. She started upstairs and could hear Tony getting ready for work. So, she lightly knocked on Kelly’s door and then opened it. As she walked in Kelly turned and said hi. Kelly was getting ready for school and was almost dressed. Her mom stepped closer and asked if they could talk for a couple of minutes. Kelly nodded.

Quietly Katie started asking about Barbara, and Kelly gave her mom a questioning look. Katie said that she had a wild idea and wanted to get her thoughts on if her idea was a possibility. Kelly could tell that her mom was excited!

Katie outlined the general idea of giving Barbara a chance to enjoy Jim’s manly tool. She also wanted to also give Kelly’s dad a show!

After Kelly heard the complete idea, she told her mom that she was a twisted and naughty mother! But she liked the idea. They talked about if Jim would have a problem with doing what was needed, and Kelly said that Jim likes her girlfriends.

Thinking out loud, “If I could persuade Jim, to do this one favor for me, maybe some of my other girl friends would like to have a shot at ‘her brother the stud’!”

“First things first.” Katie said “You will need to see if Barbara is serious about wanting a chance to suck Jim’s large prick! If so then the event would need to be outside where the camera is looking over the patio. Also, the sooner the better. I want your dad to see what Jim is packing. Just the idea that one of your hot girlfriends gave his own son oral sex, may get your daddy going!”

Kelly said “Mom, dad ogles all my friends when we have them over for pool parties and when we get-together to hang out. If he sees Jim getting something that he’s wanted, something that he could only have in his dreams, I’m not sure how he may react!”

Katie smiled “Yes exactly. I’m not sure how he may take seeing his son getting oral sex. I want your dad to get so worked up that he can’t think straight. I want to keep him off balance!”

Kelly stood “I need to get to school. If Barbara is at school today, I could carefully test her out to see if she is serious. What are you going to do today?” and her mom just smiled back at her daughter.

Katie headed back down stairs before Tony finished getting ready for work. She sat at the kitchen counter working on her laptop as he came up and kissed her cheek. She smiled, turned, and thanked him.

He looked at her and asked “What do you have planned for today honey?”

She giggled “Well… now days I just never know what a day will bring me. The possibilities seem to be endless!”

He just looked down at her and wondered what had changed? What had stepped into her life to make her act so different. She had a confidence now that he had not seen in a long time. He was glad that he had put up the cameras and now he could see if anything strange was going on here while he was at work.

As she looked back at him it was clear that their dynamics had changed. She felt so in control. She realized it could be a dangerous adventure, but it was an exciting one!

He said “I need to head off to work but I hope that you have a great day.” Kissed her, then out the door he went.

She watched him leave and thought that, did he know what I just said? She was going to get fucked today and he could only guess at it. He’d put cameras in their home to spy on her and her son that picked up on this dirty little deed.

Two things were going to happen. One, she was going to add some spice to their sex life. Two, she was going to get her fill of great sex before she stopped!

So, with that information running in her head, she moved into the office so that he would not be able to see her movements. She sat her laptop down and walked over and up the stairs. There were blind areas now, areas that the cameras couldn’t see, and she would use them to her advantage. She was only going to salihli escort let her husband see what she wanted him to see!

She got to her son’s door, tapped on it, and walked in. She stepped up to Jim’s bed and looked down on him. He looked so peaceful as he slept. She slowly pulled the blanket and sheet off him. As she did Katie saw that he was nude. She almost giggled out loud. Carefully she touched his cock and it started to harden. He moaned and moved a little on to his back. This was ideal for her, as she bent down to put him into her mouth.

Jim slowly came out of his sleep and groaned with pleasure. Involuntarily his hands moved down to his groin. As his hands touched his mother head. His eyes popped open and he looked down to see her. But it was her mouth that caused him to flinch a little. His cock loved what she was doing to him. In just moments he was wide awake.

Jim said “Mom… oh mom… that’s amazing!”

She looked back at him and gazed into his face. He held her head as she slowly licked and sucked the head of his large cock. He let her continue, it was so good! She pulled it out and said “You can do whatever you want. You can cum in my mouth or anywhere you please.”

He smiled “You can do that a little more if that’s ok. But I need to fuck you!”

Katie licked and worked his cock. Not hard or fast, but enjoyable for both of them. He felt so hard in her hands. The head of his cock was wet with her drool and his pre-cum. She marveled at how his cock looked. She knew that as great as it looked it felt so good in her pussy. She said “Honey, let me enjoy your large cock for a few minutes. Then I will climb on you for a ride. Is that ok?”

Jim groaned “That sounds like a wonderful idea. Just go easy on the sucking and licking, please!” He didn’t what to cum yet.

Katie replied “Just a little more. I can’t get enough of your delightful cock. The taste and feel of it is so nice.” She cupped his balls in her other hand and felt the heaviness of them. Thinking of how perfect his equipment was caused a spasm in her pussy.

Katie moved to undress quickly. She climbed up to straddled him.

He stopped her from going any further “Mom you’re the perfect example of a MILF.” She looked at him and he saw the strange expression on her face. “Mom, it means ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’ and you surpass that definition by a mile!”

She processed that for a moment “Well if that is a good thing then you can call me that all you want. Just don’t say it around your dad, ok?”

Jim replied “Sure, but that’s what my friends call you when I’m not close enough to hear. Well, they say it a little to loud sometimes, so I know that’s what they call you as well.”

Katie just didn’t know that to think about that. She felt a flash of heat in her cunt after he said that and now, she needed to set down on this cock her son was holding up for her. She raised one leg and he pointed his hard cock at her dripping lips. As she started to lower her leg, and he rubbed the head on her wet cunt. His cock was now wet and ready. It slowly pierced her lips as her leg came down onto the bed.

He reached up and cupped her tits and then thumbed her nipples. She was in the zone now. His cock was stretching her in a delightful way. His hands were squeezing and caressing her breasts. This can’t get any better she thought. Then as his large head made its way in deeper, she orgasmed. It happened so fast that she didn’t know it was coming!

Jim saw his mother cum hard. He never gets tired of seeing that happen to a woman. To him it is one of the greatest sights to see. She seems to lose her ability to move so he started to stroke in and out deeper and deeper. Her head shot down and she looked at him, but he could tell that she was not in a state to stop what he was going. Her mouth opened but only a moan came out. She shuttered again. Her hands covered his on her tits, and pulled them into her harder. He pinched her large nipples and she shook again.

She road wave after wave of pleasure. Her son was doing things that she had never guessed could happen to her. It was torture and pleasure all at the same time. His cock was almost in but it needed to push things around so that it could find the end of her cunt. Once he was at the back of her pussy, he could do no wrong. If her husband walked in right now… she couldn’t stop not matter what!

Jim was strong enough to lift her and move her onto her back. She felt like a plaything in his grasp. He said “Mom I’m going to fuck you so good that you will never forget it!”

He was above her and she knew that he could do anything he wanted to her now. This was how a male mated with a female. This is an animalistic act that happens when a dominate male is getting what he needs from his mate. The rolling orgasms moved through and across her. Now they seem to build into something more. She had a strong grip on his arms. Her legs were spread open and her thighs was pulled up. He was in so deep that it felt like he was at samsun escort her core. It was almost an out-of-body experience.

Then he said out load “I’m going to cum in you!”

This kicked everything up a notch. She wanted to say something but Katie couldn’t get a word out. When the first pulse of cum shot out of his cock she spasmed hard. He kept pushing in and groaning. This was almost too much as she started to faint. But she gripped harder on his arms and screamed in a high pitch. To her it sounded loud, but to him it was more of a gurgling moan.

From the time that she went in, it was almost an hour later when she walked out of his room. She was almost too tired to get back to work!

At lunch she set things up so that it looked like Jim and his mom were just a normal mother and son, setting at the kitchen counter eating lunch. Before he walked into the kitchen, she had talked to him about how they should act while getting spied on. He understood and did his part to play things out just as his mother had asked. For all the things that she had done and will continue to do for him, he would walk through fire to do as she wanted!

Later as she finished her projects for work Kelly called her. Kelly wanted her to know that not only was Barbara willing to suck on Jim’s man meat, she couldn’t wait to get her hands on it! They decided that tomorrow afternoon would be the best time to set this little venture into motion.

They would need Jim to be a willing and active participant. Plus, they hoped that Tony would enjoy seeing something like this. That was the unknown element in this plan. What would her husband do after seeing his son getting his cock sucked on by one of the girls, that he had watched with fascination for months?

Katie was not sure that she wanted that slut to touch her son. But since her husband had pushed the ‘envelope’ of her declaration, she knew that letting Barbara get her sons cock into her mouth was worth it. She was sure that Jim would enjoy it. However, before he would stick his cock into Barbara’s mouth, she was going to give him a blow job that he will remember for a long time.

Jim had a friend over and they were downstairs playing an online game. She wanted to stir up the pot some, so she changed clothes and went downstairs to exercise. The tight workout shorts and snug top made her feel a little exposed, but that was her life now, ‘use it before you lose it’ was her new paradigm.

Not only were the boys going to see her sweat, her husband was going to watch her move, bounce and bend, as his little spy camera records it all. To add intrigue to this event, she would willingly talk to boys as she did her workout. She knew that Jim’s friend would probably lose some concentration, and maybe her son as well.

As she stepped into the basement, she told them both “Hi guys.”

They turned and looked at her. Her son smiled asking “Are you going to do your workout?”

Katie replied “Yes.”

His friend just stared until Jim poked him, saying “hey your character just died dude!”

Sorry this friend said, “I was distracted!”

Jim looked at him and whispered “Dude that’s my mom, dude!”

Jason said “I know man but… Damn!”

Jim just smiled.

After an hour of sweating and working Katie came over to the boys. Wiping her face with a towel she smiles and asked “How are both doing today?”

Jim said “We’re all good mom” as he was working his controller. As she looked over to his friend it was obvious that he was in awe of her.

She asked him “Jason, you look a little flushed. Are you feeling, ok?” He nodded and slowly turned back to his game. She watched them play for a few minutes and told them that she was heading up stairs to get a shower.

Once she was gone Jason told Jim “Dude sorry, but your mom is hot!” Jim said “I know man but she still my mother, so don’t say anything bad about her, ok?”

Jason said “Yes, but man I can’t stand it any longer… I’ve got to… I’ve got to go home now!” Jason set the controller down and quickly headed up the stairs and out the door.

Jim just shook his head.

Now without anyone to play the game with he went to see his mom.

He was walking up the stairs as she came out of her bedroom. She had a towel around her neck and was drying her hair as she closed her door. She saw him and smiled; he grinned back.

“Way to go mom!” he said.

She tilted her head and asked “What do you mean?”

He started with “After you left Jason jumped up and almost ran up the basement stairs heading home! I’m sure that he is busy doing… well you know!”

She smiled and said “Well I’m sorry that you lost your gaming buddy, honey. What can I do to help? Did I have the same effect on you as I did on your friend?”

At that Jim pulled down his shorts and out popped his cock! “Mom… yes I could use some help here.”

The giggle that came out of his mother was telling. She touched him and he jumped.

She said “What if I help you with this big sancaktepe escort problem that you have! Maybe I can find a solution. Would that help? I wouldn’t want my son to be upset with his mother. Really, I didn’t mean to run your friend off.”

She cautioned “But sweetheart, perhaps we shouldn’t be doing this in the hallway, someone might come in and see us being naughty!”

By now Jim was groaning. He didn’t care where his mom did whatever she was going to do. She could do it outside in the middle of the street for all he cared!

She whispered “We don’t want your dad to see us… do we?”

With that she pulled him into his room.

Knowing that this time tomorrow, that slut Barbara, was going to swallow this lovely cock was on her mind. She got him to his bed and closed the door, and was removing her clothes as he pulled off his.

The thought crossed her mind and she told herself that there was no way for that to happen. No way could she get the fat cock head into her throat. She had heard stories from other women, about gagging on cocks as they tried to give the ultimate blow job.

But today she thought, why not give it a try?

She got him to set on edge to his bed and she got down in front of him. Looking up at him she asked “Is it ok if I suck your big cock? I’ll try my best to make you feel good honey!”

With that she started slurping and sucking and moving. She played with his balls with one hand and used the other to guild his cock. As more and more slobber ran down his shaft, she felt the head hit the back of her throat. She was surprised that it didn’t seem to bother her as it moved in. She stopped and pulled his cock out then asked “Is that ok sweetie… I don’t want to hurt you!”

He was now holding her head with both hands and moaned “No… mom… that feels wonderful to me!”

She swallowed it again and pushed a little harder and the head slipped in. It felt like she was trying to devour a small apple. But now she realized that maybe she could do the impossible! More and more slipped in and each time she pulled in out she took a big breath. She did this for a few minutes and it became a little easier with each stroke!

As she was looking up, his eyes popped open and looked down at her. He said “MOM oh mom… what are you doing to me! I’ve never felt anything like this… please don’t stop!”

She had heard that guys loved to have their cocks inside a gorgeous woman’s throat. She was definitely a woman and he knew that she was gorgeous. As she continued, she felt is balls hitting her chin.

She pulls him out enough to say “I didn’t know how much longer that I can keep doing this.”

As she engulfed him, he held her head and said “I’m going to cum mom… please tell me what to do!”

She pulled off and said “Dump it down my throat stud! Just hold my head and don’t let go.” She pushed down and again his balls were hitting his chin.

He looked down and his eyes got big. He made sounds that she didn’t believe was possible! Then he pulled her tight and came. She now was in a new world. This was way different than anything she had every done for her husband. She could feel it shoot straight into her stomach; it was a strange sensation!

She was trapped and at his mercy. She wonders if she might pass out!

Then he relaxed his hands and said “Oh MOM… That’s so… awesome!”

She pulled him out and stated licking and sucking him clean.

He was breathing as heavy as she was! His from the excitement and her as she was trying to be her breath back.

He picked her up and spun her around on the bed and told her to set on his face. He grabbed her thighs and pushed his face into her wet cunt!

The surprised of his action caused her to orgasm hard. She didn’t stop as one orgasm followed the next.

If this is what good sex is like, she wanted it all the time!!

She was feeling weak and told him “No more please! I can’t take any more. Please let me rest!”

He let her slide down next to him. He held her close and cradled her head to his chest.

She said “Wow… now that was fun!” He laughed and replied “Fun is not nearly good enough to describe what we just did!”

She looked up and asked him “Honey, did Kelly ever do that for you?”

He looked at her and got a serious expression “Mom I didn’t know that, what you just did, was even possible! She has given me blow jobs before. But she never tried to do, what you just did!”

Smiling she said “Honey, I’ve never tried to do that before today.”

He relaxed some and said “Oh poor dad. He doesn’t know what he is missing!”

Then my son moved up and fucked me hard!

When we were done, I dressed and went back into my bedroom. My pussy was wet and open. I was heading toward the bathroom, when an idea materialized. If my husband wanted to see something then maybe I will give him what he wanted.

I got the toy and lube from the bathroom and carried it to the bed. I undressed and spread myself on the bed. I started to caress my tits and then my pussy. I was not going to make this a long performance, so I lubed up the toy and it easily slide into my cunt. It was not as good as Jim, but I was going to put on a show for my husband. I played for about 20 minutes. Faking some orgasms, but not all. I hoped that Tony enjoyed the show!

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I sat in the kitchen with my sister who had just had her 18th birthday. We were preparing a small meal for the two of us because our parents were away for a couple months.

She looked over to me and said “Hey, this might be weird, but I’ve got something to ask you.”

“Oh? Okay then go on,” I replied.

“Well, I want to know the size of a penis. Just an average man’s penis,” she said going red in the face.

“Uhm why on earth do you need to know that?”

“Well, I was with a guy the other night and we were doing it… You know.” Her words came out more awkward than I could ever have imagined. “And he told me before that he had a big one. But it didn’t look very big. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings but to be honest I was a little disappointed.”

“Why are you telling your brother this? Don’t you think it’s a little weird?” I ask her.

“Well, who else am I meant to ask about this. Not Dad, you know what he’s like. So that leaves you,” she says, looking into my eyes with curiosity.

“Yeah, true I suppose.” A sigh escapes my mouth. “Okay then what do you want to know?”

“Just how big a normal penis is, I guess. That way I’ll know if he was lying to me.”

I feel my heart racing in my chest. It shouldn’t be. It’s a perfectly innocent question. I think. I hope.

“To tell you the truth I don’t actually know. It’s never been something I’ve been too obsessed over.” It’s true. I didn’t know at the time what an average penis was. I knew I had a moderate dick from the reactions I got off anyone who saw it. But porn had warped my perception of what I thought was average. “Nothing a quick google search can’t solve though.”

I took out my phone opening an incognito tab on the web browser. I looked up to my sister before entering my search, she caught my gaze and quickly looked away. Had she been looking at me?

I typed ‘what is the average size of a penis’ with some difficulty as my hands shook slightly.

Straight away a box of text appeared at the top of the page with a line about halfway through it in bold. It read ‘on average the length of a penis is between 5.1 – 5.5 inches’. And by reading a little further down I discovered the average girth was only 4 inches.

Shock filled my body. Is that all. Is that all most people have. I hadn’t ever measured my penis before, but I knew it was a lot bigger than that. I could feel my face going red, so I showed my sister the phone to take her eyes of my face.

“Well, he definitely lied. He wasn’t even that big. I don’t think,” she said moving over to one of the kitchen drawers and opening it. “Ah! Here it is.” She held up a tailor’s tape. She bought it back to where we were sat and started to extend it just past the 5-inch mark.

“Yeah, he wasn’t big at all. Not even average.” She looked at the tape measure in her hands. “Penises are kind of pathetic really. I thought a normal penis would be bigger than that.”

Shock still possesses my face. “Why do you look so surprised,” my sister asked. “You’re little widdler not even 5 inches.” She spoke in a mocking tone and held the extended tape measure up to my face.

“No, it’s not that. Just that… Well. 5 inches doesn’t seem like much at all does it. I was expecting it to be more.” My voice was shaky.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks refahiye escort so.” She still had my phone in her hands and was scrolling down through the page. “Oo! Look at this.” She turned the Phone to show me the screen. “You can put in your measurements, and it will tell you how rare your dick is. That’s fucking hilarious.”

“Ha, no way that’s so dumb.” Curiosity plagued my mind as a genuine laugh escaped my mouth. “Put in the average we found and see what it says.”

“Okay then.” She paused to type in the numbers. “Here, if you have a 5.5-inch penis then you are in the 50th percentile.” That confirmed it then. That was normal. Hardly longer than my hand. I thought that everyone could jerk off with two hands and that I was lucky to have some extra space on top of that. I guess I was wrong.

“That just doesn’t seem right. Like its barely bigger than my palm,” I said holding up my hand so she could see.

“When has the internet ever lied.” She laughed at her own joke. “I wonder what the top 10% is. Any guesses before I try it?” she asked.

I thought to myself ‘It’s going to have to be a lot bigger then 5 inches surely. I have no idea how long I am but it’s bigger than that.’ I glance at the tailor’s tape. ‘Top 10% has to be a lot bigger surely.’

“Okay I’ll play your game. I guess 8.5 inches is the top 10%.”

“Ha you aren’t even close! It’s way less. It’s only 6.4 inches. Before if you asked me to guess the average I would have said about 6.5. So that really puts things into perspective.” She sighs, “pretty disappointing really,” she takes the tailors tape again rolling it out to 6.5 inches. “It’s still not that big and that’s the top 10% of all men.”

“No need to body shame the majority of the population,” I say mockingly. I can feel my brain whirring in excitement. Not only am I in the top 10% I completely obliterate it. ‘How rare is my dick?’ I ask myself in my head.

“Oh yeah sure Mr Little Pecker,” she says holding up her little finger. “So, you’re in the top 10% are you?”

“I might be. That’s none of your business though, is it?” I cross my arms. “Why don’t you guess the top 1% seeing as I did the last one?”

“How about we make it a bet. If you guess closer to the answer than I do, then I’ll cook for you until Mum and Dad get back next month. If I guess it closer then you have to tell me the size of your dick.”

“Why the fuck do you want to know in the first place?” I ask her.

“Perfect grounds to make fun of you for.” She gives me a sly grin.

“Okay then deal. But I’m the one with a penis here so I have the home turf advantage”.

“True but it’s not that much of a penis is it really? So I think I’ll do just fine.” She laughs.

From a kitchen drawer I pull out two pens and a pad of post-it notes and return to the table with them. “Here.” I hand her a post-it note and one of the pens. “We’ll write our answers on here so we can’t cheat.”

“Fine,” she snarls at me. She obviously had the intent to cheat.

I start to think about my answer. ‘Could I be in the top on percent. It’s possible I suppose. But it can’t be less than 8 surely. Maybe it’s 8.5. But I went to high last time.’ I scribble down a number on the note, concealing it and placing the pen down when I’m done.

My sister takes a few moments more to write reyhanlı escort down her number before relinquishing her pen and glaring into my eyes.

“On three?” I ask. She nods. “One… Two… Three.” I turn my note around to face her, she mirrors my actions perfectly as we examine each other’s guesses. She had written 7.25.

“Ha! Only 7 inches? That’s an easy win for me,” I gloat in her face.

“Don’t celebrate too soon. We don’t know the answer just yet,” she says in a matter-of-fact tone.

She picks up my phone again and begins typing in numbers trying to find the top 1%. I get out of my seat and move behind her so I can see the screen over her shoulder. Dread fills ever fibre of my being when I see the numbers on the web page.

“HAHA! Would you look at that. ‘Only 7 inches’,” she imitates my voice. “You’re almost a whole inch over. That’s an improvement from last time at least.”

7.05 inches. How can it only be 7 inches. Surely there’s a mistake. Maybe I’m underestimating the size of an inch.

I stare as she picks up the tape, this time extending it to 7 inches. “Finally! A decent sized dick. Still, I thought the top 1% of dicks would be a tiny bit bigger.”

I examine the tape as she speaks. I hadn’t underestimated an inch at all. I was just bigger. Quite a bit bigger.

“Well, I won the bet,” She gloats in the same tone I used before. “You know what that means. Come on out with the goods.” She holds her palm face up in front of me as if she wants me to hand her a physical object.

I can feel my dick growing down my leg. The pulsing veins constricted against the tight material of my jeans. A sizable dick print forms, the bulge extending almost to my knee, even the slightest throbs of the shaft are clearly visible.

“Come on then you know exactly how your dick compares now.” She looks down towards my crotch as she says it. I quickly dash around the table and crouch slightly to block her view.

“Actually no. I’ve never measured my dick. Like I said. It’s never been something I’ve been too obsessed about.”

“No way. Seriously. I thought you were kidding. I thought every guy knew their sizes to the millimetre. I’m shocked honestly.” She pauses for a moment picking up the tailor’s tape and thrusting it into my chest. “Well here you go. You can find out now.”

“Excuse me?” I ask in disbelief at what just happened.

“You heard me. And remember I get to know when you’re done,” she says with a curious grin.

“Okay fair enough you want to know how big the average penis is and maybe even the top 1% but why the fuck do you need to know mine,” I say so fast with excitement building up inside me.

“Because I won the bet, remember? You don’t have tell me; I can just make up a number in my head. Hmm… one or two inches,” She smiles at me mockingly holding her index fingers an inch apart.

“Oh fine. But only because I’m not having you spread rumours about me.”

I take the tape measure and manoeuvre my way to the downstairs bathroom in a way that the dick print in my trousers isn’t visible to her.

I close the door and undo my belt. My jeans slide down but get stuck on the head of my dick that is now level with my knee. Shaking the base of my member allows the trousers to fall off onto the floor with a thud. I kicked rize escort them away towards the door.

My throbbing dick springs to attention almost perfectly level with the floor but still curving down under its immense weight. The bulging veins are visibly pulsing up and down its length.

I take the tape placing the 0 mark at the base of my member and rolling it away from my body along the shaft. I stop it at 5 inches. I had underestimated my dick. It wasn’t even halfway.

I kept rolling the tape further down.

7, 8, 9 inches and still room to go.

At the tip of the head the tape read 10.8 inches. Almost 4 inches longer than the top 1% and twice the length of an average dick.

I clasped my hand around the base of my dick, wrapping my fingers around its girth. Except I couldn’t wrap them all the way around. It left a gap of about half an inch between my thumb and index finger.

Then at that moment a knock on the door. I hear the unlocked locking mechanism rattle. I had forgotten to lock the door when I came in.

“Are you okay in there?” she asks. “You’ve been gone a while.”

It hadn’t been that long. “Yeah I’m fine I’ll be out in a second.”

I watch the door carefully as I listen for footsteps walking away. There are none. I hear the lock click again and I see the handle being pulled down from the other side. I stand frozen in place as the door swings open and my sister barges through, phone in hand with the camera pointed at me.

Her phone falls the floor when she sees me, and her mouth forms an o shape. Her eyes are wide as she stares at the python handing between my legs.

“Oh. Oh my. I’m sorry. I’ll go,” she says, but she remains fixed on the spot with her eyes locked onto my gently swaying penis.

I don’t know what to do or what to say. We are locked in simultaneous states of shock.

“Well, it certainly isn’t a little widdler is it?” she whispers out loud.

“Ha. I guess not.” My face goes red in embarrassment. ‘Why did I say that?’ I think painfully.

I instinctively take a step towards my trousers. A step towards the door. A step towards her.

My movement seems to snap her out if her trance. “So then, how big is it?” she asks.

I stop moving, racking my brain to come up with an answer to her simple question, an answer I already know, so why is it so hard to say. “Almost 11 inches,” I manage to slip out after a short pause.

“Fucking hell. That’s insane. How is that humanly possible. That must be like the top 0.000001%.” I can hear the shock in her voice. “What is it around?” she asks.

“Oh, er. I don’t know. I didn’t measure it.” I take my shaft in my hand again wrapping my fingers around like before.

“Holy shit. You can’t even get your hand around it.” She looks around scanning the floor. Eventually she finds what she’s looking for and bends down to retrieve it. The tailors tape. “Well, we need a number so let me.”

“Uhm. I don’t know. Isn’t that a bit weird.” But by the time I’ve finished speaking she is already on her knees in front of my cock and wrapping the tape around it.

“Yes, it’s weird. But so was me asking you how big a normal penis is. And now I want to know how big a big dick is. How big a really big dick is.” Her hands caress the length of my shaft as she speaks. She carefully examines the tape and eventually looks up at me. “7 inches. 7 inches on the dot. You are as thick as the top 1% is long. You must have one of the biggest penises in the world. If not the biggest.”

“I doubt that” I say.

“The stats don’t lie,” she replies. “I’m glad i asked you now. I got to see this wonder of the world.”

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The memory runs through my head every day. I’m cruising along in Mom’s old car checking out the tits of a girl i picked up at a party. I was headed for a second one that night and she begged a ride from me.

I ran her to her place first then we took off, driving down dark side roads to get there. I glanced over at her then and saw her pulling something out of her bag. She’d gone in her house and gotten a chance of clothes.

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt right then. She saw me looking and gave me a grin before saying, “No peeking now.”

“Fuck that. I’m watching.” I slowed down even more, creeping along the road as she pulled her shirt off revealing the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra under it. Her pants followed and she was sitting on the other side of the car in only panties at that point. That was a first for me and I appreciated the view.

She posed for a moment, letting me get a good look at her body. “Well?”

Her name was Mary and she’d just graduated school a few months before. She had long kinky hair and nice firm C cup tits. Her nipples were nice and hard and this amazing dark color. Right then I would have loved to have seen the rest of her, but that wasn’t in the cards that night. I gave it a try though.

“Very nice. Take off the panties too.”

She shook her head. “If I do we’re never going to get to the party.”

“That’s exactly right.”

She smiled and pulled her other outfit on. It was cut to reveal, at least that’s what I found out after she pulled it on. She slid over right next to me, buckling in and sitting pressed against my right side. I looked down and could see most of those nice tits from where I sat.

The 10 minute drive to where we were going took half an hour that night simply because I was driving slow. My arm was around her and soon slipped down her top to play with those tits and hard nipples of hers. She was resting one hand on my thigh and as I played with her she started moving it higher and higher. By the time we eventually crept up to the house we were heading for, her hand was gently rubbing my hard cock through my jeans.

We stayed at the party for half an hour and then headed for home. This time things escalated quickly. By the time we got within a mile of her place I had her top around her waist and she’d pulled my cock out, stroking me with one soft hand.

I stopped at an old dirt road less than a mile from her house. “So should I take you home or turn here?”

I saw her smile as she said, “Turn left.”

We parked halfway down that road. Moments later she was naked and up on her hands and knees sucking my cock while my right hand explored her body. I could have just sat back and let her take my cum in her mouth, but that’s not what I wanted right then. So I stopped her and rolled her over on her back.

Watching my cock slide into her was something I’ll never forget. I plunged in deep, making her moan. She didn’t just lay back and take it either. Her hips were bucking up against mine, making sure I filled her up with every stroke.

I saw her cum on my cock and there’s no other word for it than cute. She shivered, her body shaking slightly. Then she locked her legs around my ass making sure I couldn’t escape. I was good with that and minutes later I shot a huge load of cum deep inside her.

She kept moving though, and eventually that night took a second load the same way. After the second round I watched her dress, hiding that body away before I took her home.

I would have loved to have seen her again, but it didn’t happen. She disappeared and life went on. I did see her a couple of years later in a local grocery store. I almost stopped her to say something but two things stopped me. First of all she was with another guy. And secondly she was pushing a young child in her cart.

So we never even spoke again. Work took me away and I never saw her after that. As usual, at least with work, the years passed and that night became my favorite memory. Work never really allowed me to have relationships because I traveled so much, so I got used to the occasional one night stand. I parlayed my vacation time into one full month every summer and I’d spend that at my Mom’s old place on the lake. I got lucky there quite a bit by going up to the local bar and picking up drunk horny housewives who were being ignored by their husbands.

I’d gotten up one morning and pulled on my usual t-shirt and shorts, getting ready for another beautiful day. I was weighing my options that day and finally decided to go fishing. I was in the garage that morning with the door up making sure my fishing gear was ready when a car pulled up in front of my house.

Looking at it briefly I saw a young girl looking down, obviously playing on her phone. That wasn’t unusual really. I’d seen it happen many times just because the tree in the front yard had great shade. So I ignored her until I heard a car door open and close.

I looked up to see a tall busty girl heading toward me. I pendik escort took a good look, appreciating the view. She was dressed pretty much the same way I was that day. Her t-shirt was tight on her body, revealing great tits and a narrow waist. The shorts were nice and tight too and I appreciated her hips while imagining what her ass might look like. She came right to the garage where I was and stopped at the door.

“Hi. I’m looking for Mike James.”

I stood up smiling. “That’s me. I’m Mike. What can I do for you.”

She looked me over for a moment and I did the same. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. I assumed she was one of those people that looked like someone and dismissed it when she held out her hand to shake mine.

“Hi Mike. My name’s Ann. It’s nice to meet you.”

As I shook her hand she went on. “You and I have someone in common.”

This was getting mysterious. “Oh really? Who would that be?”

“Her name was Mary. Mary Kline. Do you remember her?”

I nodded slowly. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in years and years. I knew her long ago and far away.”

“I know. About 21 years ago to be exact. Is that right?”

I did some mental math and nodded again. “That’s exactly right.” I was starting to get a strange feeling about this. “How do you know Mary?”

Ann smiled. “She was my Mom.” I caught the past tense then and asked her about it. “Mom died a few months ago. It was cancer.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” She thanked me and part of me felt disappointment at knowing she was gone. I got curious then and asked another question. “So why are you here?”

“Because according to her, you’re my Dad.” I sat down heavily in my chair, my heart pounding. “I’m what?”

Ann pulled a couple of papers from her purse and handed them to me. I looked at the first one. It was a birth certificate with my name listed as the father. The second was a letter from Mary telling her that I was her Dad.

I looked up at my new found daughter and found myself speechless. She smiled gently and said, “I know. Believe me I know.”

Fishing that day was put on the back burner. I managed to stand and asked her, “Would you like to come in and talk?”

She nodded. “I would.”

I saw it then. She had my eyes and her Mom’s hair. She’d obviously inherited my height. She was tall for a girl. I put her at about six foot tall, not that much shorter than me. We walked into the kitchen right away and I opened the fridge. I reached for a pop first then changed my mind. Looking at her I asked, “Is it too early for beer?”

“It’s gotta be five o’clock somewhere, right? Besides, I think we both could use one.” I knew I could. I grabbed a couple and led her into the living room to sit and talk. We took a good long time to actually get to know each other that day, killing several beers each as we did. I didn’t really regret that until she asked a loaded question.

“So how did you and Mom meet?”

I looked at her wondering what to tell her. I could make up something right then and there about it, or I could hit her with the truth. I had no idea where her Mom had gone in her personal life after that one night. I was silent as I thought and Ann finally laughed.

“Oh my God. You don’t remember!”

I shook my head. “I remember every second of it. It just doesn’t paint your Mom in the best light. But things were different back then.”

She reached over and touched my arm gently. “Just tell me the truth Mike. I’m a big girl; I can take it.”

So I took a deep breath and told her the entire story. When I’d finished she was quiet for a few moments. She smiled a crooked smile then and said, “Wow. Mom was really a slut wasn’t she?”

I shook my head. “Things were different back then Ann. It wasn’t that unusual for young people like us to get together like that. It really wasn’t.”

That didn’t seem to help much. Ann shook her head. “That may be, but I just found out that I was conceived on the front seat of a car during a one night stand.”

I touched her arm gently then. “If it’s any help I always regretted not ever seeing her again.”

She looked me dead in the eye and asked the hard question. “Was that because you actually wanted to see her again or because you just wanted to get laid?”

I sighed. “You want honesty don’t you?” She nodded. “It was both to be honest. I really wanted to get acquainted with every inch of her body of course. But I definitely wanted to see her again to see if we could have a relationship.”

“So you cared about her?” I nodded. “That’s good at least. You have no idea how many “uncle’s” came and went over the years with her.”

Knowing her Mom that didn’t surprise me that much. I was sympathetic though. “That must have sucked Ann. I’m sorry you had to experience that.”

“It is what it is.” She stood up, getting ready to leave. “I’ve got a hotel room for the next few days here in town. I should probably get there and check pertek escort in.”

“Wait a minute. Why don’t you stay here?” She looked surprised at that. “Look, I just found out I have a daughter. Why not stay and get to know me better? I’ve got a guest room downstairs and a lake out front.”

She looked at me and finally nodded. “Ok. I can do that. As long as it’s not going to be a problem.”

“Not at all. Let’s get your stuff.” We went to her car and grabbed her bags, bringing them back in and down to the guest room. She turned and looked out the sliding glass door there at the lake. “That’s a great view Mike.”

My eyes had been running over her body as she looked at the view. “It certainly is.”

I left her alone to unpack heading back upstairs to think. I felt guilty for checking her out. After all, this was my daughter. Still though, I could see the resemblance between her and her Mom at that point and that brought back the memories of that summer night even stronger than ever. I was looking at the lake when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I turned to see her walk into the room dressed in a very small bikini.

“I thought I’d work on my tan a bit Mike. If you don’t mind that is.”

“Not at all. I’ve got some errands to run so be my guest.” She smiled and turned around to head back downstairs. I realized that she was wearing a thong then and her ass was in clear view. I shook my head. This wasn’t going to be easy.

I ran my daily errands, finally coming home and parking my truck in the driveway. As I checked the mail and put groceries away I glanced out the front window to the dock below. Ann was there with her top undone, laying on her stomach. I could see those big tits bulging out to each side and her ass in clear view again. I stood there watching for a while and lucked out. She got up to come inside and she almost flashed me. She barely got those big tits covered before heading inside.

I sighed again knowing that she was going to drive me crazy while she was there. I heard the shower going downstairs and that didn’t help either. I was imagining water pounding down on her amazing body as the shower ran. I smiled and mumbled to myself, “No fantasizing about your daughter now Mike.”

She came back upstairs a bit later and we hung out all afternoon long. She had an interesting mix of her Mom and me. Luckily she had my twisted sense of humor and we got along famously after I discovered that.

The sun was setting when I finally looked over at her and said, “I don’t feel like cooking tonight. Let’s go out to dinner.”

We ended up at a Chinese restaurant and she was amazed. “This food is incredible Mike.” I smiled and nodded. I’d never found anything like it anywhere else in my travels. After that we went to a local bar for s couple of drinks. Finally we walked out into the darkness and climbed into my truck.

When I started the engine she turned to me. “Can I ask a favor Mike?”

“Of course. What is it?”

“Could you show me where Mom lived back when you two got together?”

“Sure. I remember where that was.” We headed off into the countryside, finally coming to the house in the middle of nowhere.

It had obviously been abandoned for years at that point. The old barn was partially collapsed and the house wasn’t that much better. The paint was peeling and a few windows were broken out. Ann looked disappointed as I turned into the overgrown driveway, making my way carefully up to the house.

One security light was still on. The light on the pole outside made everything look bleaker. She was clearly disappointed when she saw it. I could see it on her face as we climbed out and went up to check the place out.

I followed her as she silently looked around. Finally I said, “A house getting abandoned like this isn’t unusual up here. Big corporate farms put these small guys out of business and the people just left.”

She finally turned and nodded. “It was nice back in the day wasn’t it?”

I had to reassure her then. “It was. Remember, I only saw it one night though.”

“That’s right. Your one night started here didn’t it?” I nodded. “I was parked here and your Mom came back out with a change of clothes in her bag.”

We went back to the truck and after turning around we crept back to the road. Ann was still fascinated by my story earlier that day. As we drove away she said, “So she stripped right in your car?”

I nodded. Ann thought for a moment and then said, “Can you show me one more thing? I want to see where I was conceived.”

I turned the truck around and headed back to that dirt road. I turned right and stopped right at the spot I remembered so well. I turned off the truck and the lights and said, “It was right here. And if this was my Mom’s old car it would have happened about right here.” I patted a spot on the seat where her Mom’s hot little ass would have been.

Ann was looking out the window across the field to where her Mom’s old house pınarhisar escort still stood. When I saw her shoulders shake slightly I knew something was wrong. “Are you ok?”

She turned back to me and I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. I immediately unbuckled and slid across the seat to take her in my arms.

She cried on my shoulder and I held her waiting for her to speak. She finally did after a few minutes.

“I never got to know any of this Mike. I never knew my grandparents or that house. I never even knew you existed until Mom died and left me that note.”

“I know. You suffered because of your Mom’s choices. I have no idea why she did what she did, but there’s one good thing about it. You’ve got me now at least”

She looked at me from inches away and finally managed a small smile. “You’re right and thank you for that.”

She leaned in again and kissed me gently. When her lips touched mine it felt like a blast of electricity blasted through my body. It felt just like the first kiss her Mom gave me.

Ann sat back slightly, her eyes wide. Then she surprised me by leaning back in and touching her lips to mine again. Two soft kisses later her mouth opened and our tongues met.

I was kissing my daughter passionately then. My hand had a mind of it’s own that night. It was on her waist and it slid about halfway up towards one of her full breasts before I stopped it.

Ann shocked me by closing her hand over mine and pulling it gently up and over that mound. She was bustier than her Mom had been and even though she had those bad boys strapped down with a bra it was incredible as it filled my hand.

She finally broke off the kiss and sat back slightly, looking me in the eye. I did the same and saw her slight smile.

“I don’t think us being here like this is a good idea Mike.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m thinking maybe it’s time to go home.”

The ride home was incredibly awkward, and once we got there she made sure to say goodnight and disappear into the basement. I went to bed myself, but sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon.

The images of both girls, Mary and our daughter were jumbled in my mind then. I realized right then that if she hadn’t called a halt to things I would have ended up doing exactly the same thing with her.

I was still running all that through my head when I heard a soft knock on my door. “Mike? Are you still awake?”

“Yeah. Come on in.” Ann came in wrapped tightly in her bathrobe. She sat down next to me on the bed, gathering her words.

“I just want to apologize about this evening Mike.”

I reached out and laid my hand on her robe covered leg. “Ann, don’t worry about it. It’s ok, really.”

I saw her nod gently. “Thank you for that.” She thought for a few moments and then asked me, “What would you have done if I hadn’t stopped?”

“Honestly? We’d probably still be there.”

“That’s what I thought.” She smiled after a moment. “I can see what Mom liked about you though.”

“What’s that?”

“You really know how to kiss. I had to have more after that first one. I can see why Mom did what she did now.”

“Well thank you. But to be honest she’d gotten almost naked before we ever kissed.”

Ann shrugged and laughed. “There is that I guess.” She thought for another moment. “Would you have really……”

She trailed off, but I knew what she meant. I nodded. “In a heartbeat. Yes, I would have.” My hand left her soft leg, my fingers wrapping themselves around the tie holding her robe closed. I tugged it lightly and made a joke. “You have no idea how badly I want to pull this right now.”

I saw her faint smile. Then she looked down at me and said, “Go ahead. Do it.”

“What did you say?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“I said go ahead Mike. Untie my robe.”

One look at her face showed me she wasn’t kidding. “You know what that’s going to lead to Ann.”

“I do. It’s incest. I know that. And it’s illegal and frowned upon by society. I know all of that. And I don’t care. I want you to do it Mike.” She stopped then and smiled. “Let me try that again. I want you to do it Daddy.”

My fingers had a mind of their own then. So I pulled the fabric slowly, feeling it coming undone. Ann closed her eyes as it slipped open, her robe coming loose on her.

She opened her eyes and took a deep breath before opening her robe and pulling it off. She tossed it to one side looking down at my face and seeing the approval there. My left hand slid up to capture one of those amazing tits then, playing with her hard nipple. Ann sat there savoring the feeling. Finally though she spoke again.

“It’s your turn now Daddy.” I grinned and told her, “That’s not going to be that hard. I sleep nude.”

“Good.” She reached down and slowly pulled my covers off revealing my cock. Her eyebrows arched as she said, “Very nice Daddy. Very nice.”

Ann laid down next to me and our lips met again. It wasn’t long before our hands were exploring each other for the first time. I pushed my daughter over on her back and gently kissed my way down her body, making her moan.

I got to that hot pussy l and buried my tongue deep in her hearing her satisfied groan as I did. It didn’t take long for her hips to be bucking up against my face.

“That’s it Daddy! Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

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Lauren’s diaries

I am starting these diaries as a way of coping with the situation I am currently in. It was suggested by my therapist. Writing down my thoughts may help me.

My name is Lauren. I am happily married with Tom. We have a beautiful daughter, Ana Claire, who is now 24 years old. My husband and I have always had a very good relationship. We have good communication and we’ve been through a lot together. But I don’t know how this is going to turn out which is one of the reasons I’ve decided to write these entries.

We have a very good and active sexual relationship, or, at least we did. But it’s been a couple of years where we have been growing apart. The sex is less frequent nowadays. And I think the cause of this is the mental baggage we are both carrying at the moment. He doesn’t reject my sexual advances, and I don’t reject his; it seems we are both losing our mental and emotional stability and it’s affecting our libido.

It all started a few years ago. Sometime after my daughter turned 19. Annie and I had gone to the mall. I don’t even remember now why. Probably to buy clothes or go to the movies. What I do remember clearly is the conversation we had at the food court.

“Mom?” said Annie.

“Yes, Annie?”

“I… I wanted to talk about something with you”

“Tell me.”

She began to shift in her seat and her hands were on her lap. She was fiddling with her hands, caressing herself.

“Is everything alright?” I asked my daughter.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a difficult topic to bring up.”

“Well, take your time. You know you can trust me with anything.”

“I know, mom. And that’s actually related to what I’m want to talk about.”

The food court was really loud. Kids screaming, the banging of food platters, wrappers, and orders being shout out made our conversation private, even though we were surrounded by scores of people. I noticed her distressed, so I moved my chair closer to hers.

“Yes?” I even put my food down so I could concentrate on her.

“Well, it’s about sex, mom.”

“Ok. Don’t worry. Do you want to share something with me or ask me something?”

“Well, a bit of both.” She cleared her throat a bit. “I’ve told you about Jack. How he was my first time and how it was something clumsy, but I enjoyed it.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well… I’ve always thought about sex as something I would enjoy a lot. After I had sex with him, I was disappointed.”

“That sometimes happens when it’s your first time. People have a lot of expectations, but they don’t have experience. I mean, that’s why it’s your first time, right? But, after you’ve had sex a couple of times, you learn what you like and it gets better.”

“Yeah, I know, mom. I… mmm… I have had more experience since that time.”

“Oh… you have?” I asked.

This was news to me. She told me about Jack around a month after she turned 18.

“Well,” I continued, “it’s natural, of course, that you had more sex. Are you having doubts about birth control? Are you…?”

“No, mom! I’m not pregnant. I’ve taken care of myself and used birth control methods. Real methods, not that calendar stuff, or coitus interruptus. The thing is…” She took a very deep breath.

“Go on…” I spoke.

It was obvious that she was struggling to find the necessary strength to tell me what she wanted to tell me.

“The thing is,” Annie said, “I always felt something was missing. I felt like… like I was at a buffet, but I was only eating bland hot dogs. There are so much more things out there and I was only eating the same thing over and over. The lasagna, the steaks, the sushi… and the desserts, oh, my god, mom, the desserts.”

“It sounds to me like you’re really hungry.” I laughed a bit.

I think that helped her feel more comfortable with what she was trying to tell me. She chuckled a bit, too.

“Well, yeah, maybe, but not my point. The thing is… Jack and I broke up a couple months ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. Are you ok?” I asked.

I thought to myself how I didn’t know this. I tried to remember the months prior, but I didn’t remember ever seeing my daughter crying or depressed at all. I would have never guessed she wasn’t with him anymore.

“Yeah, I’m fine, mom. It was me who broke up with him. That’s not the point of what I’m trying to tell you.”

“I see. Then, please, go on.”

“Well, mom… I have known for a while now that I’m not… that I’m… umm…”

“Go on. Nothing you say to me will scare me or make me love you any less.”

“I’m bisexual, mom.”

As she said this, she turned her head down. As if she had done something bad and I would be furious. Her eyes darted quickly towards me and I could see the fear in her eyes.

“Oh, Annie, that’s ok. I’m not mad, and I love you regardless of what sexual orientation you have.”

I smiled brightly and I closed in to hug her. She didn’t move much and barely reciprocated my hug. Her face was still facing down and, when I let her pamukkale escort go, she still had that scared look on her face.

“Annie, it’s ok, really. You don’t have to be afraid.”

She remained silent and she was now staring at the table. Her eyes were fixed on nothing and it was obvious to me that my approval of her coming out wasn’t her main concern. She still feared something.

“Are you… ok? Are you afraid of what your father will say?”

I knew Tom would be ok with this. We had had talks where we talked about how would we react if Annie were not heterosexual, and they were usually very short talks because we both agreed that it didn’t matter to us who she was attracted to and that all we cared about was her happiness.

“Well, I guess a little bit, yeah, but that’s not all of it.”

“I know your dad accepts you now and always. So… if that’s not it, then what is troubling you?”

“See, mom, my interest in women is the reason I broke up with Jason. I wanted to experiment more and see if it was only in my head, or if I really had an attraction to women. So, I broke it up with him so I could be with another woman. A friend of mine that had shown interest in me.”

“I see.”

Annie had now a look of remembrance. She smiled and chuckled a bit.

“It was a mess.”

“What was a mess? Your friend?”

“No. Well, yes, but no. I was talking about the break up with Jack. He really didn’t want to lose me. But, yeah, the thing with my friend was also a mess because it turns out I was misinterpreting our interactions. She wasn’t into me. Or even women, at all.”

She laughed a bit harder this time.

“I’m glad you’re taking this with a smile on your face.”

I smiled, too. Seeing my daughter happy always made me happy. “Well, if you’re going after girls now, you’re going to have to get accustomed to rejection.”

“Oh, I know that. I’ve been rejected a lot of times. At first, it hurt, but after a while I understood that being forward got me a lot of rejection, but it also led me to not waste more time pursuing a person that wasn’t interested in me. I’m glad now when I get turned down because it means I will have the time and attention to find a person that is interested in me.”

“Wow… that’s a really mature way of handling things.”

“It’s just my experience talking, mom.”

“Your experience? As in you’ve found women that are attracted to you and want to be with you? Do you now have a girlfriend? Is that it?”

“Yes, and no, mom. I have been with women. Three, to be exact, but I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment.”

I couldn’t hide my surprise.

“Three women?”

“Yes.” Annie looked at me and saw my surprise. “Mom! Not at the same time!”

“Oh… I didn’t… I mean… If you had been… with…”

I noticed that I was hesitating to describe what I was feeling.

“I love you, Annie.” I continued, “your happiness is the most important thing for me. I’m just surprised at how much you’ve found out about yourself.”

“Are you sure you’re ok, mom? If this is making you uncomfortable, we don’t have to talk about it.”

“It’s ok. I’m ok. Please, go on.”

My daughter was distressed about something so I would show her all the support she needed.

“You sure? Ok… You’ll see, even though I was… uhm… trying all the other meals at the buffet, I still felt something was missing.”

“Were you not enjoying sex with women?”

“Oh, no. That’s not it. Sex was good. Some of them were older than me and they knew how to please me. Especially since I was new to being with another woman. I had wonderful… uhm… moments.”

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad you had a good time.”

“The thing is, mom, that they have all just being distractions.”

Annie began to make herself small on her seat. Her eyes were looking down and she was rubbing her hands. She was nervous.

“Distractions? What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean that… well… I love you, mom.”

“Aw, I love you, too, Annie. You know you can tell me anything you want and I won’t stop loving you.”

“No, mom. You don’t understand. I mean that I love you. I am in love with you.”

She quickly looked at me and then dropped her gaze once again.

“I… umm… I… I’m not… sure… umm… what do you mean, exactly?”

“I mean that… well… I want to be with you. I am attracted to you. I love being with you, and seeing you, and I think about you all the time.”

My face must have shown Annie that I was having trouble understanding what she meant.

“Oh…”

My head was spinning. I couldn’t believe what Annie was saying. I don’t know how long I thought about it, but after what I thought was a really long time, I looked over to Annie and saw that she somehow got even smaller on her seat. She was rubbing her hands vigorously. I felt terrible seeing my daughter like that.

“Annie, I’m not sure what to say. But keep in mind that I will always… I’ll always care for you. Your happiness patnos escort is the most important thing for me.”

I was about to say love you, but I decided to use other words given the context of the conversation we were having. She looked at me with sadness on her eyes and quickly lowered her eyesight again.

I suddenly felt very exposed and every single glance near me I perceived as inculpatory. I wasn’t feeling comfortable at all. I began to pack our food back in the bags.

“It’s getting late. Let’s head home, shall we?” I asked her.

Annie looked up at me and gave me the smallest of smiles. She was having trouble with this as well.

When we were in the car, Annie was looking out the window and I saw in the reflection she was about to cry.

“Listen, Annie,” I said, “I’m sorry if my reaction is causing you to feel bad. It’s just that I never thought you would say something like that. Maybe you only think you have those feelings for me because you’re projecting in me something from someone else.”

I was driving and intentionally avoiding eye contact.

Annie took a very long breath and sighed.

“No, mom, I’m not.”

“Or maybe you’re just confused. A daughter loves her mother, and you may think it’s another type of love than it is.”

“No. That’s not it.”

I didn’t know what else to say, so I stayed quiet. After a mile or so, Annie continued.

“I’ve looked at this from all the angles I can. I know what I feel is about you and not someone else. I know because when I was having sex with other women, I could only… finish… when I thought about you. I’ve read about the topic, thinking that maybe it was normal for people to have those thoughts, but it’s not.” She chuckled a bit. “Many of them think about their parents in order to stop being aroused, mom, not the other way around.”

“I’ve had these feelings for quite some time now, too.” She continued. “I thought it was a phase, or, like you said, that I was confused. But that’s not it.”

“That’s why I got a boyfriend.” Annie kept going. “I thought that maybe if I had a partner, the urges would subside. But they didn’t. Then I thought maybe I was a lesbian and this was my way of sensing that I was actually attracted to women and then the feelings would disappear. They didn’t either. I did learn though that I’m bisexual. Because I enjoyed sex with Jack and I also enjoyed it with Sarah.”

“Sarah?” I asked. “Isn’t that also the name of Ruby’s mom?”

“Yup.”

“Wait. Does that mean that…?”

“Yup. But don’t say anything, mom. If Ruby found out, she’d probably never speak to me again. I can’t lose her. She’s been such a good friend to me.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Sarah was a model mom. I instinctively thought if that’s why things hadn’t worked out between her and her husband.

“Does that mean that you and her…? Did you… her divorce…”

“No, mom. I didn’t cause their divorce.”

She turned away from me again. Her face was lost in remembrance.

“Me and her,” Annie continued, “it happened months after her divorce. First time it happened I may have encouraged her to drink a couple more glasses of wine than she was accustomed to. And then it was all her. I had seen the way she looked at me. Her sexuality was the reason they fought a lot. She wasn’t interested in Jerry, anymore, so they fought constantly.”

“I see. So, were they fighting a lot?”

“Yeah.”

“And did he…?”

“I don’t know much about that, mom. Sarah and I don’t talk much. I find her kind of boring. The thing is I tried to sleep with her in order to stop having these feelings towards you… but it didn’t work.”

Annie took a long breath.

“I mean,” she continued, “the first couple of times it was something exciting by itself, and I was aroused… but, after a few minutes of us… you know… I kind of lost interest in her… and started thinking about you.”

She looked in my direction. I felt her gaze on me. I turned to see her. We had been parked in front of our house for like a minute, so I couldn’t avoid it anymore.

I didn’t know what I could say in this situation.

“Mom, I am in love with you.”

As soon as she said this, she opened the door, got out, and immediately started walking towards the house. I was left speechless and had no idea what to do.

The next couple of days we acted a bit cold towards one another. I decided then to sign her up to see a psychologist, which she agreed to go to. She went for a couple of years, but I never saw an improvement. Given that she was an adult, the psychologist couldn’t tell me anything about her progress, only that I had to be patient.

During that time, I saw that she picked up more extracurricular activities and started going out more with friends. I hardly ever saw her. But, little by little, when I had time with her, I saw that her demeanor was changing. It seemed that every day she talked less and was less enthusiastic about things.

For a while, I pretended not pazar escort to know what was wrong with her. I chose to believe that what we had talked that time was nothing but an impulse, a mix up with her feelings, or something she may have seen on Internet. There were times, however, where I would catch her looking at me. A look that told me she still had feelings for me.

Tom and I had been having problems because of it. I was always worrying about Annie and thinking how I could help her, so I couldn’t focus on work or on Tom. I thought about telling him, but I never even knew how to start the conversation. We had fights that could have been easily avoided. Lack of attention, misunderstandings, that was all our fights really were.

I decided to go with Annie to a therapist who would specialize in this. And I proposed Annie to go together.

Our therapist was Melanie. I found her online with good reviews. We talked a little bit, during our sessions, about where these feelings could be coming from, about how was our current situation, about plans for the future. It was all very clear to Annie. She knew what she felt. She knew our current situation as a family was not ideal. She knew what she wanted for the future.

During these sessions I understood that Annie was using her extracurricular activities as an excuse to go out and meet people. She was actively trying to bury her feelings for me, or to snap out of them. But it hadn’t worked even a little bit. Every day she came back home, saw me, and everything went back to square one.

After a couple of months of counseling, the therapist suggested something I would have never imagined she would. She told us to try out having sex.

It was, for me, a little bit of a shock. I’d never imagine a professional would not only approve of it, but encourage it. The logic was pretty solid, though. Unless I cut my daughter off my life completely, I would just make her life empty.

I just couldn’t accept to think of my daughter being forever miserable and exposing herself. She had tried being with different people. People who even resembled me. This scared me. I didn’t want her to risk contracting an infection, or getting abused on her attempt to forget me. She had been with three other people, she told me, in those couple of years.

I decided to do it. I would let Annie do what she wanted with me.

I couldn’t tell Tom, however. Our relationship was fractured, and I still loved him, but this was something I had to do for myself. All these times I had told him that the visit to the therapists had been due to Annie suffering depression. It was true, I just didn’t want to tell him the reason. I wouldn’t reveal Annie’s confession to him so she would still have at least one normal relationship with her dad.

One Saturday night, I decided to tell Annie I was hers.

Tom wasn’t home and Annie was in her room lying in bed watching TV. She didn’t want to go out anymore. She didn’t want to leave the house. Even the people who would usually seek her out, weren’t coming around anymore.

There was no turning back. This was going to change things forever. It had gotten to the point where I wanted it to change. I couldn’t think of any change worse than having my daughter being miserable because of me and her feelings towards me which she couldn’t change.

I put on some sexy lingerie on. Thigh high stockings clipped to a lace garter belt, a satin thong, and a see through strapless bra. It was all color red. But I was going to cover it all to have a little chat first, so I put on a coat on top and sat on the dresser chair and placed some red high heels behind the chair.

“Annie?” I called for her from my room.

“Yeah?” She shouted in response.

“Can you please come to my room?”

When she entered and saw me wearing a coat on the dresser, I saw her perplexed expression, that lasted only a moment. Then she went back to a blank expression.

“What’s up?” Annie asked me and sat down on my bed.

She got her phone out and was looking at it. Not because she was interested in it, but so she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. It still hurt her to be around me without being with me.

“I wanted to talk with you” I said.

“What about?”

“I went to see Melanie a couple days ago.”

“Are you taking solo sessions with her now?”

She was still looking at her phone.

“No.”

I took a pause to gather some courage before continuing. This intrigued Annie, who looked away from her phone towards me.

“Why, then?”

“It has been a long time since you told me how you felt about me. And I have seen how you have struggled with those feelings.”

Annie was now paying attention to every word I uttered.

“And?”

She asked with curiosity and it seemed she couldn’t hold her anticipation. She was paying attention to me now and I saw her eyes scan me from top to bottom. When she got to the bottom, her gaze lingered at my legs. I looked down and saw that the coat didn’t cover my legs and you could see the red stockings.

“I have tried everything I know to help you be you again. I loved the happy Annie that you were. You enjoyed life at the maximum. Your happiness is the most important thing to me. I have decided to try one last thing. I decided to trust that you know yourself and your feelings.”

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Vanessa’s mouth always felt great on Jerry’s cock. With her love of sex in public places, he should not have been surprised when she backed him into the corner by the juke box and dropped to her knees. As the bar crowd danced around them, her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. He grabbed her long red hair, fucking her mouth with hard thrusts.

A young couple gyrated close. The sexy woman with dark skin, straight black hair, and almond eyes that suggested a Polynesian heritage looked over her partner’s shoulder, seeing Nessa bobbing over his shaft. The dark woman threw her head back and opened her shirt. Her companion could not believe his luck as her large tits spilled out right in front of him. He grabbed her ass, pulling her close as he started sucking her almost black nipples.

“Oh, Sabrina, you are so goddamn sexy.” Vanessa heard the man shout over the music. He was so focused on her breasts that he didn’t seem to notice that Sabrina had steered their dance until she was grinding against Jerry’s hip. She grabbed Jerry’s hand, pulling it under her short skirt. Jerry cupped her smooth mons, fingering her wet pussy. Sabrina groaned and Jerry climaxed down Vanessa’s throat. When the redhead pulled back from the dripping cock, she saw Uncle Jerry’s hand under the other woman’s short skirt. She scooted behind Sabrina, pushing her face between her ass cheeks and licking her anus. The dark woman jumped back, surprised, and Vanessa was going to leave her to her private hand job until she felt a large hand on the back of her head. Sabrina’s companion pushed Vanessa forward, forcing her mouth back on the tight asshole. Sabrina struggled, but the large man pushed the two women together. “Let her eat your ass, Bina. It’s hot as fuck.”

This got Jerry’s attention. With his limp dick hanging between them, he turned to the other man, shouting “Hey! The lady doesn’t want to,” the entire bar seemed to turn their way. Vanessa was able to step away from the companion’s grasp and wrap an arm around Sabrina. Jerry was using the crowd to his advantage. “If she says no, you need to listen and not let your tiny dick do your thinking!”

Jerry’s cock was now raging hard, pointing to the other man with angry vengeance. The companion looked at Jerry’s dick as if it would go off on him, then at the rest of the crowd, and specifically the large bouncer who was making his way their direction.

“Fuck all of you!” The companion said before he pushed through the crowd toward the door. The revelers cheered and several people pushed close to the three of them. Vanessa heard declarations of, “That was so hot,” and “Can I suck you, hero.”

Uncle Jerry turned to Cousin Nessa. “Are you OK?” then to Sabrina, “And you?” Both women nodded. Vanessa stroked the long black hair, “I’m sorry, sweety. My man’s hand was on your cunt and I had a mouthful of his cum and I thought I was joining the fun. I’m Vanessa and this is,” Jerry always dreaded that pause, “Uncle Jerry. You’re Sabrina?”

Sabrina nodded. “No apologies necessary. We were all having fun, and normally a beautiful red head licking my ass would have been welcome, but you surprised me. Then that jerk decided to force the issue.” She noticed Jerry’s hard dick. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking softly. “Then you stood up to him. Thank you, Uncle Jerry.”

He smiled and shrugged, “Anyone would have done as much.”

“If you think that, Uncle Jerry, you don’t know the bar scene well.” Her hand tightened around Jerry’s cock head. “And if you need a place to put this, I think I have the perfect spot.”

“Yeah, outside,” the bouncer said, not unkindly. “I think you folks have caused enough distraction in here. I’ll walk you out and make sure that Neanderthal doesn’t bother you.”

Sabrina gave Jerry a quick kiss on the lips. A few minutes later they were on the sidewalk in front of the bar. The bouncer scanned the street. “Looks like the coast is clear. Y’all better find someplace private for your shenanigans. G’night now.”

Jerry put his arm around Vanessa’s waist. “I knew your love of sex in public would get us in trouble one day.”

Vanessa laughed, “You call that trouble, Uncle Jerry? A nice bouncer shooed us out with no police, no fine for your dick hanging out for God and everyone to enjoy.

Sabrina bent down to kiss the tip of Jerry’s cock, still in her hand. “Did you say you like sex in public?”

Jerry pointed. “She does.”

The dark woman laughed. “Oh, and you were just an innocent bystander whose very pretty cock happened to get caught in her mouth on the dance floor.”

Vanessa turned to Jerry. “I like her.”

Jerry blushed, “You think my cock is pretty?”

Vanessa stepped closer to Sabrina. “That is the part he heard.” She slipped her long, pale fingers under Sabrina’s skirt, tracing the landing strip of soft pubic hair. “And, yes. I love sex of all kinds, but I get a jolt from getting off in public.”

“In that case … oh …” Sabrina’s eyelids fluttered as osmaniye escort she pushed herself onto Nessa’s fingers. “Two friends of mine are having a party tonight that promises to get pretty lively.”

“Sounds great. Where?”

Sabrina pointed to the top of a skyscraper down the block. “There!”

Several minutes later, they were stepping out of the elevator on the 60-story rooftop. A large indoor/outdoor carpet had been rolled out. Fairy lights and tiki torches were the only illumination. A Cécile McLorin Salvant album was playing. At least twenty people were dancing, kissing, and groping. Some were dressed in formal tuxedos and gowns. Some wore no clothes at all. Jerry noticed a large-breasted woman sitting back in an Adirondack chair, the top of her dress pulled down so she could tug her own nipples while a thin man knelt in between her legs, eating her pussy. Another man was behind him, pushing a long hard cock into the kneeling man’s ass.

“Lively.” Jerry observed.

“Sabrina!” A tall, handsome man shouted as he came their way with his arms out.

Sabrina hugged the man, “Andrew,” she slid her hand inside the back of his pants, obviously fingering his ass crack. He bounced on his toes with a “Oh!”

Sabrina grinned, “No underwear, of course.”

“And you?”

Sabrina lifted her skirt, displaying the thin landing strip Vanessa had been caressing earlier.

The man hugged her, cupping her pussy. “I do love this wild island woman!”

Sabrina turned toward us, her fingers still working his ass.

“Andrew, these are some new friends of mine, I thought you’d like to meet. Vanessa and Uncle Jerry.”

Andrew studied them both. “New friends? How new?”

“I backed into them at le Tama. She was sucking his dick to ‘Pas une dome’ on the jukebox.”

Andrew raised his eyebrows, “Good choice, darling.” He gestured to the crowd. “As you can see, we’ve invited a few close friends over for a little private fun.” He squinted at the goings on. “Some less private than others.”

Another man drifted in behind him, lifting Sabrina’s hand from Andrew’s pants and licking her fingertips before moving them to the front of his own pants. Sabrina obviously knew him and did not object. They could see she was rubbing his dick. He was quite handsome, though he looked older than Andrew, with graying hair on his head and on display between his wide, 1970’s style lapels. He unzipped Andrew’s pants, exposing an impressive dick. “But all are welcome to join in.” Sabrina looked at Vanessa and Jerry, fanning herself with her free hand. “I’m Stan,” he said, “Andrew’s life partner and owner of the top five floors.” He rocked his hips on Sabrina’s hand.

Jerry shook himself, struggling to focus. “This is Vanessa and I’m called Uncle Jerry.

“A complete pleasure,” Stan waved his arm, to include Sabrina, Jerry, Vanessa, and Andrew. “Please, feel free.”

Vanessa glanced at Sabrina, who nodded, her eyes lit by lust.

The red head unbuttoned her shirt, displaying her large creme-colored tits scattered with freckles. She folded her shirt, laying it on the floor and kneeling down in front of Andrew who was stroking his cock. “Please,” he begged. Nessa licked the long shaft, then started sucking him. Andrew moaned and put his fingers in her red hair, holding tight.

Stan took Sabrina’s hand from his pants, again kissing and licking the fingertips. “My friends, I must mingle. I suggest you do the same.” He walked away, to join the debauchery in progress.

Sabrina took Jerry’s hand. “Drink?”

They walked to the bar. Once they had their drinks, Sabrina started rubbing the front of Jerry’s pants. “So, why ‘Uncle’ Jerry?”

“Do you want the long version of the story or the short version?”

She unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor and scooped up his half-hard dick. “I always prefer long over short.” She kissed, then licked his cock. “Mmm yes. Long definitely.”

“When Vanessa and I met, I was in a relationship with my adult niece.”

“A sexual relationship?” she slid her mouth down his cock.

“Very much so.”

“Oh, incest. Naughty boy.”

“I was also fucking her mother, my brother’s wife. Vanessa was having an affair with my brother, her boss.”

“It just keeps getting better.”

Jerry pushed his cock deep into her throat, loving the feeling of her tongue on his shaft.

“Vanessa was unhappy with the sex she was getting from my brother and realized the wife was cheating because her side piece was a better lover than her husband.”

“You.” She tickled his balls and Jerry groaned and nodded.

“Yes. Me. I had enjoyed a threesome with my niece and her mother. When my niece climaxed she would scream my name.”

“Oh, fuck me Uncle Jerry,” Sabrina smiled around his cock.

“Yeah. It kinda stuck.”

“I can feel you getting bigger in my mouth. Will you cum for me, Uncle Jerry?”

She bobbed her head faster, reminding Jerry of Vanessa blowing palandöken escort Andrew across the roof. He looked over to see her still kneeling, still sucking, but with a man standing on either side of her one Asian and one black. She was jerking their cocks as she blew Andrew, her face a picture of pure bliss.

The sight was too much for Jerry. He shot his cum into Sabrina’s mouth.

“Oh god yes!” She said between mouthfuls. Sabrina kept sucking him as he continued to unload down her throat.

When he stopped thrusting, Sabrina licked him clean then stood up and gave him a deep tongue kiss full of cum.

When a good-looking ginger kid in his 20s stood close as he got a drink, Sabrina leaned to Jerry’s ear and whispered, “Vanessa was going to lick my ass. Will you take over where she left off?”

“Of course,” Jerry looked at the Ginger who smiled and nodded, before he reached over to unzip the back of Sabrina’s dress. Jerry watched as her dark skin, full tits and even darker nipples were unveiled to him, along with the perfect landing strip he’d seen earlier. He scooped Sabrina into his arms, taking her breath as he kissed her again and pressed his cock under her labia and across her clit.

Jerry lowered his kisses down her neck and across her collar bone. His hands caressed her back. As he kissed and sucked her nipples, his fingers slid between her ass cheeks.

“Yes, Jerry. Touch me,” Sabrina sighed. He sucked her harder. He noticed Ginger was walking around them in a slow circle, his long thin dick in his hand.

Jerry’s fingertips found her puckered sphincter. Ginger smiled his approval, stroking his cock faster.

In a burst of playful inspiration, Jerry brought his hand to Ginger’s face. The young man looked surprised for a minute. “You want to watch, son, make yourself useful.”

Sabrina looked up in time to see him suck Jerry’s fingers, covering them with his slick saliva. She realized what was about to happen and groaned. “God yes, Jerry.”

He slid his fingers back between her cheeks as he dropped down to kiss her labia. Timing it carefully, he sucked Sabrina’s clit as his finger invaded her asshole.

“Ow! Shit! I said lick my ass, not fuck it.”

“It’s what Vanessa would do,” Jerry said, as if it excused his finger sliding in and out of her tight anus. He glanced again to look at Vanessa. She was on all fours. Andrew was nowhere to be seen. That black man had taken his place, fucking her mouth. The Asian man was laying under her, sucking her tits as he fucked her cunt. A third man, tall and muscular was ramming his cock in and out of her back door. Two different men were on either side of her, pumping their big dicks. As Jerry watched, one of the side men fired cum onto Vanessa’s pale skin. She released the black man, turning her head to try to catch the cum in her mouth. Most of it landed on her tits.

“Oh Uncle Jerry, yes. Finger fuck my ass. It feels so good.”

He pumped her dark hole as he licked her cunt and sucked her clit. Sabrina bucked forward, spreading her juice across his face. He shoved two fingers from his other hand into her cunt.

“FUCK YES. DP MY HUNGRY ASS. I’M CUMMING UNCLE JERRY!

“I’M CUMMING UNCLE JERRY!” Vanessa echoed from across the room. Followed by the familiar shriek that Jerry knew very well as an orgasm that comes from deep in her soul.

Sabrina’s cunt gushed cum onto Jerry’s hand as she dropped forward onto her hands and knees. “Enough,” she gasped. “No more. Too tired. My asshole stretched and sore.”

“I am sorry to hear that, Sabrina,” Jerry crawled around behind her, kissing her butt cheeks, “but you asked and I did promise, didn’t I?”

He spread her cheeks, pulling them wide until her dark star winked at him. “Oh, Uncle Jerry, yes. Lick my ass. You promised.”

He lifted his face, pressing his tongue against her anus. After his finger work, her muscles were very relaxed and his tongue pushed in easily. He groaned at the heady, earthy taste of her taint. He slid two fingers back into Sabrina’s cunt. She screamed and rocked back. “Lick my ass you dirty man! Eat my scat while you make me cum.”

“I love the smell and taste of your ass, Sabrina. It makes me so hard. It makes me want someone fucking my ass while I devour yours. Jerry pulled out the two fingers, putting his weight on all fours as he drove his tongue into her stinking tunnel.

“You want someone fucking your ass?” A gentle male voice asked from behind Jerry. Both he and Sabrina turned to find Ginger, kneeling between Jerry’s calves. He was stroking his hard cock, aimed at Jerry’s ass, as he licked two of his fingers and pressed them into his anus. “Have you ever been fucked by a ginger?” The young man asked.

Jerry looked to where Vanessa was laying on her back, the muscular man was eating her cunt while a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and big tits was riding Vanessa’s face and screaming. Even from that distance, it was obvious the palu escort redhead’s body was covered in cum.

“I have, but it wasn’t quite the same.” Some movement caught his eye as Sabrina laid on her back and slid under him, licking his scrotum.

“It’s what Vanessa would do,” she grinned. Then looked past his balls to catch Ginger’s eye. “Fuck his ass, my friend.”

To his credit, the young man paused to confirm with Jerry who was staring at the beautiful thin cock. “Lick my ass, then fuck me.”

Ginger quickly put his face to Jerry’s ass, licking his anus. Jerry squeezed his muscles, flaring out around the wet tongue. Sabrina was sucking his cock, making him harder as his anticipation grew. Jerry felt the tongue force it’s way past his sphincter. He groaned and pushed back letting the young man lick deeper. He felt Sabrina’s fingernails grip his cheeks and leaned down to lick her clit. She cried out and lurched forward as Ginger put a finger in Jerry’s ass.

“Oh, God.”

Jerry felt the finger push deep into his rectum, then move around, stretching him. Soon two, then three fingers filled his ass. It felt wonderful being finger fucked as he dined on Sabrina’s cunt while she sucked his cock.

He whimpered as the fingers were removed, leaving him feeling empty. He kissed Sabrina’s labia and she licked his shaft. “OK,” Jerry heard Ginger say, “This big cock is about to fuck you in the ass, old man. OUCH! Shit!”

I found out later that Sabrina had given him a finger-thwap to his balls before scolding him “Respect, mister.”

She kissed his dick again, “Sorry, Jerry.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Ginger mumbled as he licked Jerry’s anus once more.

The head of his cock pushed through Jerry’s sphincter, which ached as it stretched to allow his passage. He growled through gritted teeth. Turning his head to look at Vanessa, Jerry saw she was looking at him. Laying on her back, her legs were bent around the ass of the muscular man, she was pounding him into her cunt, again and again. Jerry could see the silhouette of his large dick as he pulled up and back in. She was yelling “Oh yes, my cunt. Fuck me you amazing man.” And she was looking at him.

Ginger was humping into Jerry’s ass. Despite what you may have heard from misogynistic homophobes, if you are properly lubricated, once the head of a dick is inside, it basically stops hurting and becomes a feeling of warmth and fullness. If your partner is caring, gentle and experienced, it can feel extremely good as he massages your prostate, triggering an orgasm such as you’ve never had.

Ginger was not caring, gentle, nor experienced. He fucked Jerry hard and fast and deep with little lubricant except his saliva. If not for Sabrina’s attention to his throbbing cock, Jerry would have shoved him away, and maybe punched him for being an insensitive jerk. Instead, he enjoyed her sucking his head and licking his shaft until he felt the orgasm building.

Ginger shouted and slammed his dick deep into Jerry’s rectum. The flow of warm cum did feel wonderful as he filled his asshole. It triggered an orgasm and Jerry shot Sabrina’s mouth full of his cum. She giggled and swallowed every drop as he licked and kissed her pussy. Jerry squeezed his rectum, pushing Ginger out like a stinking turd. “Are you done?” Sabrina asked. “Now go away.”

He walked off, hopefully not to inflict his shit-covered dick on some poor woman’s pussy.

“Oh, Jerry. Why didn’t you tell me?” Sabrina moaned as she slid herself out from under him, rolling over and propping up on her elbows gazing dreamily into the distance. Jerry followed her stare.

Vanessa had left muscular man sitting in a pool of his own cum and was walking toward them. If you are new to these adventures, you may not know about Vanessa’s most striking feature. She is tall for a woman, yes. Her copper hair is long and shimmers as it cascades over her big cream-colored tits. The scattering of freckles gives her a sense of playfulness and her smirk hints at a variety of sexual experiences to come.

But all of this is in tribute to her pubic hair. Shining copper and thick, it covers her entire labia from the full width at the top of her thighs, to curl under between her legs and nestle around her anus. Anyone who says they prefer a shaved pussy has never experienced the pure feminine majesty that is Vanessa’s cunt.

Sabrina was actually drooling. Even dripping with sweat and cum, Vanessa was a thing of beauty as she crossed the rooftop. It seemed like everyone else had stopped in mid-debauch to gaze in unadulterated desire at this goddess of cream and copper. The only sound was Cécile McLorin Salvant crooning “Moon Song.”

Sabrina stood up, entranced. “Why didn’t you tell me, Uncle Jerry?”

“That Vanessa has magnificent pubes? Dropping it into a conversation doesn’t exactly do them justice.”

She started walking toward the redhead, drawn by the same pull as many others, lured by passion and promise. “I have to have that pussy.”

Vanessa put out her arms to the Polynesian woman, but when she was holding Sabrina, the first thing she said was, “Is Uncle Jerry OK? I saw the look on that man’s face as he fucked his ass. I love that ass, Sabrina. Tell me he’s OK.”

“He’ll recover, though he may walk funny for a few days.”

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With Jason’s cock now back up to a full, stiff erection, I wanted to try another position. Our parents had a copy of “The Joy of Sex” in their bedroom closet, I had found it while snooping through their bedroom one day, and had been turned on by the different positions displayed. The one described as doggy style turned me on, and I wanted to try that, right now.

I quickly arranged myself on my hands and knees, in that well-known position, and urged Jason on.

“Fuck me, Jason,” I growled. “Shove your hard cock up my pussy and fuck me until you squirt your hot load up me, splatter my insides with all the cum you can pump into me!”

My brother got behind me and grasping his stiff cock, I led him up to my entrance. Jason nudged his cock head against me, gave a big push, and his cock was once again buried in the steaming hug of my inner recesses.

“Yes, oh YES!” I gasped, “Now let me have it, ram me hard!”

I felt him grasp my hips, he powered his rock hardness into me, ramming my fiery heat over and over, his steely cock was driving in and out of me, just like a sex piston. As he rode me, I was giving off gasps of pure pleasure.

Jason growled, “You like the way my hard cock is fucking your sweet pussy, baby?” as he slammed in and out of me.

I gasped, “Oh my God, Yes! Fuck me, Jason, let me have what you got!”

Jason growled, “Your pussy is so fucking tight, your pussy is squeezing me like wild, and it’s gonna suck everything right out of me! I love fucking you sis, you’re as hot and so fucking sexy as I thought you were, I’m gonna squirt my load into your burning pussy!

I growled, “Yes, shoot it all into me! Fill my womb! Oh my God, YES!”

My pussy exploded, wrenching and spasming wildly as my orgasm slammed into me. I howled with pleasure, my body shaking and shuddering wildly as I shook from the force of my climax. I could feel the tightness of my hot center get even tighter around his cock, and the rippling spasms of my inner muscles milking greedily at his cock, and he slammed as deep as he could into me, one last time, and held it there. The spasms took him over the edge, and he grunted and growled with pleasure as his cock exploded, pulsing wildly, pumping a thick creamy load into me, I could feel the tight spasms of my pussy sucking every drop out of his prick.

We tumbled to the bed in a heap, our orgasms ebbing, cuddling, and nuzzling each other. I thought of how I had seen Jason, stroking his stiff cock to the sex tape made by our history teacher, Miss Kristine Marston. I again wondered how he had gotten such a hot tape, I wanted to ask him but didn’t want to tell him that I had been spying on him. Then I had an idea.

“Jason, do you know of any of our teachers doing something on the side, that could cause big problems for them if it came to light?”

He looked at me, and asked, “Like what?”

“Well, I heard a rumor the other day, that some teacher had been making porno tapes….”

“Who told you that?”

His face was very stern, and I told him I’d made it up, there was no rumor, and I spilled the beans, told him the whole story of how I’d spied on him masturbating, saw our history teacher on videotape doing a stroke job, saw him sniffing my panties, and heard him saying how much he’d like to fuck, suck and eat me, and how after watching him, I had a wild dream that night, about him busting open my sweet cherry.

Then, örnekköy escort I told him about how I watched him again and had jumped back into my bed, hoping he’d return my next pair of panties, so that he could see me naked, and how hard it had been to keep pretending I was asleep, while he felt me up. If it hadn’t been for the telephone, and Mom and Dad coming home, I told him I had been ready to just open my eyes, and my legs, and urge him on to fuck me then and there. He relaxed, and I saw him smile.

“So after seeing me, and hearing how much I wanted you, you barged in and asked me if I’d like to fuck you?” At my nod, he continued, “Did you like what you saw, were you turned on by watching me stroking my cock?”

“Damn, I was so hot I was stroking my pussy, I felt like I was on fire, and I came several times, watching your hard prick explode, and imagining that the jetting streams of thick spunk were filling up my horny hole! How did you get a tape like that?”

“Well, I actually got it from my friend David Walters. You remember him, he’s just about to head off for UCLA. One day, we were hanging out, and he told me about how he was fucking the hottest teacher in school, the very same Kristine Marston. Apparently, she’d made a move on him when he was 18, and she was 38, and they’d been going at it hot and heavy for most of the last year of high school. I asked him how it was still a secret, and he said because he kept my mouth shut. He told me that he knew he had a great deal, the hot teacher fucking and sucking his brains out, he didn’t want the whole school to find out and have the good times end. He told me what they did together, and it made my cock stone hard.”

“Like what things?” I asked, intrigued, and turned on, I could feel the exciting tingle between my legs starting up.

“One time, he told me that she had told him to get on his hands and knees. After doing so, he felt her tongue licking at his asshole, then she slipped a finger in, then told him to relax, she was going to fuck his ass. She strapped on a 7-inch dildo, lubed it up, and David lost his asshole cherry then and there. He said it didn’t hurt too much, fortunately, she gave him a slow, steady reaming, and it felt even better when Kristine reached around, grabbed his rock-hard prick, and stroked him as she was fucking him. He told me his cock went off like a garden hose, spraying thick ropes of hot cum everywhere.

“Then, Kristine sat on his face, and taught him how to lick her pussy the right way, and also how to finger her G spot, and he learned well, he licked her to a noisy, gushing release, and her pussy squirted all over David’s face, washing him down with a load of tasty juices.”

My pussy pulsed with a zing of heat, I’d heard about the idea of girls being able to squirt cum, but had no idea how it was done.

“Another time, they went on a drive, and in the barn of her parent’s farm, they fucked wildly in the hayloft. And another time, after school, they sneaked into the school gym teacher’s locker room, and he fucked her right under the shower, right in school. The back of her SUV, his bed, her bed, the backyard of both houses, it sounded like there was almost nowhere they hadn’t done it. He told me that she loved banging her hottest student, the fact that teen guys are basically a giant hormone-fueled hard-on, and she fucked him and sucked osmancık escort him as much as he could get it up, which was almost continuous. He told me that if he never had sex again, he had probably had more than the average guy would have in a lifetime, our Miss Marson is a sex-hungry wildcat.”

“So, I told him that talk was fine, but, personally, I felt his story was a giant load of bullshit. So, in the downstairs rumpus room, he slipped the tape into the VCR and told me to watch this. The screen filled with the image of Kristine Marston stroking that slick, hard cock, I felt a jolt, what a sight. He told me how else would he have such a sexy, personal tape like that. He then told me that the cock she was stroking was his! He paused the tape, and said I don’t know about you, but I can’t watch this tape without stroking off, like to join me? I did, and we stroked ourselves to an explosive cum, watching the hottest teacher stroking my friend’s cock to a geyser made my cock explode, we were spraying thick ropes everywhere. I asked him if he could make a copy for me, and he told me that I’d better not let anybody from school see it. Kayla, since you watched me the other night, you have seen the tape, swear, swear on your life that you will not tell one living soul about the tape. David’s a good guy, and Miss Marston is a great teacher, they had sex, it was consensual, so really, who needs to know?”

“I solemnly swear, on my life, that I will never reveal any knowledge of any tape that you just described,” I said gravely, then added, “How about we go and watch it, right now? And when we are watching it, fuck me, and see if you can stop and start and hold back until Miss Marston tells you to cum?”

I saw a lusty gleam in my brother’s eye, and in his bedroom, he popped in the tape, got it ready to go, and gave me an extended session of foreplay first, he licked, sucked, stroked and caressed me until I was a whimpering mass of desire.

“Ok sis, I’m gonna lie back, and I want you to ride me, baby. Remember to start and stop when our teacher tells us to, instead of my hand stroking out the load, your nice tight pussy will milk it out of me!”

Jason lay back, and I quickly poised myself. As he pressed Play on the remote control, the image of our sexy history teacher appeared, we both turned our heads to the screen, and watched the sexy spectacle of his friend’s cock, getting a slick hand job from the hottest teacher in school.

When she ordered the first stop, I almost groaned, I was so horny, so eager to explode, but I reminded myself that working up and pausing several times will make the explosion more powerful. I could feel Jason’s lusty staff stuffed up me, sliding up me over and over, as I rode his prick, stopping each time that our sexy teacher’s voice told us to stop.

When I started to ride him for the last go, I was ready to blow apart. We watched, as she stroked David’s cock, I could feel it, I was going to explode like crazy.

On the screen, Kristine growled, “Now, now, let it go! My hands want you to cum, cum for me, my bad boys, and let that spray go, cum for me, NOW!”

The on-screen cock did precisely that, thick ropes of cum started to spray out and I just blew. I howled loud, my cunt was squirming and spasming like crazy. Incest, I’m committing incest, my brother’s fucking me, his cum is going to fill me, ran through osmangazi escort my head, and it was like I was given a giant shove of pleasure, I felt white hot, I almost couldn’t stand the pleasure, as my bother grunted, “Oh fuck YEAH!”, and my brother was cumming, too, his cock erupting, thick white streams shooting up deep inside me, a geyser of hot, white cum spraying into his sister’s pussy.

I couldn’t take it–my swollen clit was throbbing, and I came again and again, feeling him thrust and grunt, splashing more cum deep inside me. My pussy was contracting so hard as I climaxed I screamed, the pleasure was like an assault, overwhelming, I felt faint as I gasped and shuddered through my last orgasm, as my brother emptied every drop deep inside me. I collapsed on top of him, the world was a bit swimmy, I’d never had an orgasm with that much force, and I’d almost passed out.

We lay quietly together, getting our bearings back. His cock was still deep inside, and I loved the feeling of having him inside me. Soon I felt his cock start to soften, and reluctantly, I pulled off and lay down next to Jason.

He seemed a bit dazed, and he said to me, “Holy fuck, that was the most intense cum I’d ever had, I felt like I was gonna blast a hole in you, the way my cock was shooting! Are you okay baby?”

“I’m fine Jason, when I was cumming I felt like I was gonna shake apart. The whole thing, watching our history teacher stroking a cock, having my brother’s cock pumping deep inside me, thinking my bother’s fucking me, I’m committing incest running through my mind, it just made me hotter and hotter!”

“When I was fucking you, I was thinking, Oh fuck yeah, I’m fucking my sister, and I love the fact that my sister’s pussy is gonna milk me, and I’m gonna spill my cum into her hot tightness!”

My brother rolled me onto my back and told me that he was gonna give me a G-spot orgasm.

“Let’s see if you are a squirter like our sexy Miss Marston is.”

My heart was hammering as I spread my legs, and I felt my brother’s hot breath right against my lips. He slipped a towel under my ass, in case I was a gusher. I could feel him licking gently at my lips, parting them slightly with his tongue. His mouth found my clit, and his tongue lightly licked at it, while his finger slid inside me. He had no trouble finding the g spot and started to slide his finger over and over it.

I gasped, “Oh my god, I feel like I’m going to pee!”

Jason said, “No you’re not sis, you are going to have your first G spot orgasm, go with it Kayla, and let the orgasm take you.”

He continued polishing my G spot, urging me on.

“Let it go, Kayla, cum for me sis, cum for your brother!”

Then I felt that warm tingle spread across my belly, so I told my brother “Get ready Jason, here… it… comes!”

I locked up and I felt that squeezing urge. My orgasm grabbed me and shook me, I felt the release, and I watched, amazed, as a squirt of cum gushed out, I watched my girl cum fly right across my brother’s face. Another squirt, and then another, I was spraying down my brother’s face with a force. I was amazed and turned on, to see that I could squirt like that. My convulsing pussy fired out 6 squirts of hot girl cum, my brother’s face was soaked with it, and he was grinning.

“Holy fuck, that was fucking A!” Jason exclaimed, “Oh man sis, did you ever squirt! Fuck, it was so hot having you cum all over my face like that!”

Jason pulled me to him, and it felt so right, in his arms, I felt like I was with a real, true love, not some “fuck you and they’re gone” loser. I knew it wouldn’t be long before his cock was rock hard again, and I had some more work for that wonderful stiffness.

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ALL IN THE FAMILY

If I had not met Claire first, I always felt I could have fallen for her sister. They are both beautiful women, and although they are both somewhat different, it is still clear I would have been swept off my feet by either one. They look alike, are both easy to be around, and are charming and great to look at. They also happen to be two of the sexiest women I have ever had the pleasure of being in the same room with.

I knew Claire and her sister were close, but until recently I just didn’t realize how close they actually were. When they went to Paris together before we were married, I was happy for them to be able to make the trip, and when they talked about the holiday they always got this roguish look on their faces, it was like a secret they discreetly shared. It was as if there was something about that vacation to Europe that was just between the two of them.

When they talked about Paris, they always exchanged sly smiles and something about France made me think they had enjoyed something I could not be privy to. It was three months after Paris and two weeks after our wedding that my wife told me she wanted her sister Emily to move in with us, to live in our guest room, to be a part of our family. I didn’t understand and thought it was pointless, after all they saw each other everyday. I didn’t why she had to live with us. I found reasons for it not to happen, although I wasn’t against her sister’s presence in our home. When she finally said either Emily moved in with us or she was moving out, it hit me like a fright train. I finally understood just how they close they were. Clearly they were “closer” than most siblings ever get, as close and intimate as people can be. What they shared about Paris was each other.

I gave in and after Emily moved in, Claire told me, in no uncertain terms, that she would be spending at least three nights a week in her sister’s bed, and it finally dawned on me just how dense I had been. I finally recognized what should have been obvious. I saw then just how close my wife was with her sister.

The day Emily moved in, Claire explained rather casually that she and her sister had been having sex since their freshman year in college. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world for sisters to have sex, and I should have seen it. She explained it as if she was telling about her favorite outfit. She unemotion-ally explained they not only loved each other as sisters, but as lovers as well. She told me all three siblings were sexually active with one another and it was absolutely essential that it continue. There was simply no option. I accepted it, or I lost Claire.

It was not just that Claire and Emily were bisexual, they actively enjoyed frequent sex with one another and saw absolutely nothing wrong with the practice. Claire didn’t intend to stop having sex with me, but she was determined to sleep with Emily a few times a week and expected me to have no problem with it.

“Don’t all guys dream of watching two women have sex?” she asked innocently. “We wouldn’t mind if you watched us occasionally,” she announced the night she told me she wanted Emily to live with us, and that they had been having sex for years.

It wasn’t strange to her, and she told me she had fucked her brother for years. “We love each other,” she declared without emotion. “It really is not that unusual,” she said. “Many societies allow it, even some encourage it. In the Kibbutzes in Israel they actually promote it.”

I said I doubted that, but argued she had researched it and felt no compunction to have sex with her siblings. “Emily and I have beautiful of escort sex. It’s not like I am going to get my sister pregnant,” she said. I asked what about with her brother. “We always use condoms,” she maintained ardently. “Devon is a wonderful lover,” she said.

Both her parents knew and were pleased the kids “got along so well,” accommodating the behavior by letting the girls share the same bed since college. They also knew both girls fucked their brother Devon and were happy to see them so “close” as a family. Her mother and father were libertine enough to see incestuous relationships as harmless and family oriented, even healthy sibling interaction. They were pleased to see their children so engaged.

“Couldn’t you learn to accept it?” she asked. “If it makes me happy? Would you refuse to let it happen?” I said I would not ever refuse her anything, but incest was illegal and I thought it might be unwise.

“It is also dangerous,” I said. “If you have kids it could result in abnormalities.” She said heterosexual sex with people not related could also result in deformities, which, of course, is true. “It just isn’t as common as in incestual relationships,” I said.

“If I am not going to get my sister pregnant,” she said, “why not? With Devon we always wear condoms. We are not careless, but we all love one another,” she demanded. “What is the harm?”

I finally agreed that I could see no reason for Emily not to move in with us and I would accept them sleeping together each week. It was hard for me at first, but it was not something I would insist that they not do.

“Would you like to watch, ever?” she asked innocently. I admitted it was a common fantasy, but I didn’t think I would be interested.

However, it was not as easy as I had hoped. After she asked, I could not think of anything else but the two sisters having sex. Watching her eat her sister was something I began to dream about, even lust after, and it gave me fantasies I relished. I imagined them attached by their tongues and pussies to each other, kissing and licking like animals in heat rutting. I began to think of watching them have sex almost constantly.

Emily was, as was my wife, one very beautiful woman, and the thought of watching two nude women eat one another was something I began to think about persistently throughout the day and each night. I began to read about incest and sisterly love, and the more I read the more I wanted to see it. Claire was right, in some societies it was not frowned upon at all, especially with women. It got so it turned me on just to think about it and I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Finally, after Emily had been with us for over a month, I asked if they would mind if I watched them. They looked at each other and smiled, saying they wouldn’t mind at all. “We would like to have you observe us making love,” Claire said. “It is a beautiful thing.”

“We may even let you take part,” Emily said with a smile. “I am also bi,” she reminded me. “Do you think you would like to fuck your wife’s sister?” she asked with a sly smile. I just smiled back and blushed.

It was two nights later that I joined them in the guest room. I sat in the chair in the corner and watched them undress one another seductively and slowly. It was incredible. Claire took off Emily’s top, and her sister lifted my wife’s dress over her head. Claire always wears dresses and Emily usually wears skirts or shorts. That night she had on shorts and Claire helped her out of them, pulling them down her legs. Emily kicked them off her feet, letting them land on the onikişubat escort floor.

Claire then carefully lifted Emily’s bra over her shoulders, kissing each of her sister’s nipples when they were bared. Each sister stood in just her panties, then they took turns removing the other one’s underwear. When both sisters were nude, they stood for a while holding each other and kissing, rubbing their hands up and down the other person’s body. Surprisingly, the kisses were as erotic an activity as I think I had ever seen, and as they kissed they fondled the other sister seductively, sharing tongues and giving long, wet kisses to a sexy sister.

Finally, they moved together to the bed and Claire stretched out on her back, lifting her knees, opening her legs, and guiding her sister’s head to just between her thighs, moving it to her sex and pulling her sister’s face against her own pussy. Then with her hands on Emily’s head, my wife closed her eyes while her sister’s mouth covered her puffy slit, her tongue working diligently between my love’s dewy lips. Emily moved her head up and down as she dined on my wife’s sex, licking and kissing her labia with long, slow laps with her flat, broad tongue, pleasuring her sibling with a sexual devotion that was uplifting.

Some of the excitement, I am sure, was because they were sisters and the taboo had to have some affect on the element of my arousal. Seeing my wife eat her sister’s pussy had to make it more exciting to watch because it was forbidden sex, and my heart beat rapidly.

After nearly forty minutes, Emily motioned with her head for me to join them. “Help me eat your wife’s pussy,” she said lasciviously, a lusty smile on her face. She put her hands on the underside of Claire’s thighs and spread her sister’s legs as wide as they would go, then she put her mouth over the entire length of Claire’s labia and began tonguing her sister’s slit in long, unhurried strokes. After a few minutes of this she moved back and motioned me forward, telling to take my turn satisfying my wife.

I put my lips against Claire’s pussy slit, as I had many times before, but this time it was more electric, more exciting and more exhilarating than ever. Perhaps because there was a woman beside me, waiting to take her turn eating the same pussy as I was, tonguing the same labia crease, sucking on the same lower lips as me.

I had never eaten anyone’s pussy but Claire’s, but when they switched off and I was close to Emily’s pink and succulent pussy, my heart was beating through my chest. Emily stretched out for me and lifted her knees, offered her slit, and she tasted different, not worse, just different. There was a lemony tang to Emily’s sexual flavor, and I swallowed the liquid that leaked from her pussy into my mouth as I sucked and licked on her sweet, delicious sexual slot.

Claire then licked Emily’s anus and the sight of her doing that gave me a shot of adrenaline that I had not anticipated and raised my heart rate instantly. When it was my turn, I focussed on my wife’s sister’s rosebud and kissed, then sucked her tiny backdoor opening. It obviously felt good to Emily because she purred as I licked and sucked her anus, and I smiled at my success at pleasuring my wife’s sister.

“Would you like to fuck her?” my wife asked, nodding toward her sister who stretched out before me with her legs spread wide and an inviting smile on her lovely face. My cock was already hard, and I simply moved over her, positioning my cock at her fissure. Emily took hold of my erection, holding it affectionately and guided it to her splayed and swollen ordu escort sex, opened by the tongues that had been there before. I eased up to it and Claire took hold of my shaft and directed it into her sister’s pussy. I began moving slowly in and out, drawing it nearly out before shoving it back in with one quick thrust.

Emily came noisily and arched her body as her orgasm snapped and sizzled out of her. When I pulled out, Claire began licking the foam created by our mutual juices from her sister’s cunt that had been created by the friction of our fucking. Before accepting the invitation to join the two women, I don’t think I ever had thought about watching two people having sex, certainly not one of them being my wife, but now I was addicted.

When I thought about my interest in watching porn, I realized there was no difference. Enjoying seeing people have sex was the same whether in a video or your own bedroom. It was exciting to watch the two sisters devour the other’s pussy like nothing I had ever seen. Claire had made me realize that sex between the sisters was no different than sex between two other women, except perhaps the taboo factor did make it more stimulating and sexually exciting.

Claire asked me when we were finished and had rested, if I would ever like to see the two of them pleasure another man. Both sisters admitting they had fucked men during their trip to Paris. They had fucked, sucked, and pleasured many men and were willing to do it for me as I watched. I told her I thought I would like that after seeing the two of them have sex. I admitted to them it was sexier than I thought it would be, perhaps the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

The next night Claire and I were having sex and I told her I was wrong. I said that seeing them have sex was really worth it, and that yes, I would love to see them fuck a guy for my pleasure. “We will like it too,” she said with a grin.

It was a week later that Claire told me Glen would be coming over for the fuck fest in our bedroom featuring the beautiful sisters and their fuck-buddy from their steamy past. Glen was a tall black man with a wide smile, enormous hands and feet, and–of course–what goes along with that, a very respectable stallion-sized salami that kept both sisters happy for almost the entire night.

I watched the sisters undress Glen, kiss his erect boner, lead him naked to our bed, then take turns devouring him one sister at a time. Each of them fucked him from underneath, on top, and from the rear. Glen had to be the man with more endurance than any other guy in the country, because he fucked both sisters, ate each one, and was able to come multiple times that night giving them tastes of his dick without even a single pause.

He fucked Claire first, making her scream out an orgasm, then he let Emily ride him cowgirl and come all down his front. After he had fucked each sister, eaten both of their pussies, he let them share his cock in a feast of oral manhood that would have choked most normal women. The sexual sisters are certainly not normal women, and they continued to fuck, suck, and pleasure hulking Glen until the wee hours of the morning, finally falling into a deep sleep with three naked bodies piled in a heap on our bed.

Glen left while the sisters slept at three. The “girls” slept until eleven that next morning and when the woke, they ate each other for what they called ‘the breakfast of champions.’ I did not watch this time, giving them privacy they did not insist on.

As it turned out, in a way, I ended up being married to both sisters, as we are now one family and if Claire is gone, Emily will come to my bed and keep me sexually happy until her sister returns. I have the best of both worlds. Claire has her sister to make love to, to care for and relate to, and I have two beautiful women who love me and make me sexually a very happy man. It is, as they say, all about family.

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