The Camgirl Pt. 23

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XXIII: Oh God, I Fucked My Roommate

Blake

Blake woke to a content soreness in her pussy and a similar, yet slightly less enjoyable feeling in her ass. The latter also felt wonderfully full, however. Blake didn’t sleep with plugs in often, but she’d grown to enjoy the feeling of waking up with something insider her–provided she’d remembered enough lube the night before.

When she stretched, yawning, and brushed against something soft and warm, Blake’s eyes shot open. She looked to her right hesitantly, and her breath caught in her throat as memories of the previous night rushed back to her.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed, frozen as Marie stirred beside her. Blake was caught between the desire to get as far away from Marie’s naked body as possible before she did something as stupid as she’d let herself do the previous night and a desire to pull the sheets over her head and never come out. The images that flashed through her head didn’t help.

She and Marie had clung to each other, fucking with the double-ended dildo for what seemed like hours. Yet Blake’s pussy had just gotten greedier with each orgasm and Marie’s fervor had indicated a similar burning within her. The last thing Blake remembered before they had passed out from sexual and physical exhaustion had been kneeling on the bed opposite Marie, asses slapping and grinding against each other as they used a slightly shorter double-sided dildo to fuck ass to ass.

Blake’s overworked pussy pulsed as those images spurred it to begin making itself wet once more, and desire stirred within her as she gave Marie a sideways glance, torn between her body’s desire and arousal to jump the girl again, and the shame at how she had betrayed her own rules and Bahçelievler travesti Liam’s trust.

Liam. The thought of him stabbed a blade of ice through Blake’s heart. He was going to hate her when he learned about this. Asking him beforehand would have been one thing, but this–

Blake’s train of thought stopped as Marie rolled toward her and opened lazy eyes to look at her. Rather than echoing Blake’s own shock, they were content. When they did finally widen and Marie looked over Blake, then herself, her cheeks colored a bit, but she simply made herself comfortable on her side facing Blake and scrubbed a hand through her hair.

“I guess we got a little carried away last night,” she said, seeming maybe a quarter embarrassed as Blake felt.

“Marie,” Blake began before her voice caught in her throat. She cleared it nervously before continuing, “I’m so sorry. That was way out of line. I didn’t mean to–“

Marie cut her off with an amused look and a hand on her shoulder, “What are you talking about? We didn’t do anything wrong last night. We just helped each other get off. It’s not like we had sex or anything.”

Blake’s eyes shot open, “Didn’t have–Marie, that’s exactly what we did. Even if we hadn’t crossed that stupid line we came up with–if Liam did that with some girl without telling you, would you be okay with that?”

Marie’s eyebrows rose for a moment, but then she shrugged, “That’s different. Liam wouldn’t do that. If I told him about this, he’d probably just find it hot and ask us to include him next time.”

Any response to that Blake might have had died in her throat, and a faint flash of satisfaction told Blake that Marie knew. The blonde couldn’t Bahçelievler travestileri know exactly how much Blake wanted her boyfriend, but she knew Blake found the idea of joining them appealing. Why wouldn’t she? After last night it was obvious that she found Marie attractive. They had damn good sexual chemistry and Liam was…Liam. Stupid sexy wonderful Liam.

Blake studied her friend for a moment, wondering if last night had been intentional on Marie’s part. Was Marie attracted to her enough to share her with Liam? If any guy could be trusted with that, it was him, and he deserved it, but…

As much as Blake wanted to be with Liam, to feel him deep inside her, filling her as he held her in his arms, she wanted him to be hers. She would not be the third in that equation. Not even with Marie or Chloe.

Still, if that had been Marie’s intention, Blake didn’t have a right to be mad at her. Did she?

Blake tried to bury her face in her hands, though tremendous yawn ruined it. After scrubbing the sleep from her eyes and running her fingers through her hair a few times, she looked back to Marie.

“Can you just make sure you tell him?” She asked, “Soon? I don’t want to accidentally say something and cause and argument between the two of you okay?”

Marie studied Blake for a while, then leaned forward. For some reason, Blake found herself powerless to do anything but meet Marie’s kiss as the blonde brushed her lips against Blake’s in a firm, but relatively chaste kiss. Compared to last night, at least. The contact felt so good, yet at the same time made her feel horrible.

Marie was smiling when she pulled back, “I’ll tell him later today when I see him.”

Blake travesti Bahçelievler nodded, about to thank Marie, when her phone started buzzing. She had to dig through a pile of blankets, towels and clothes to find it, and when she did, she cursed.

“What’s wrong?” Marie asked.

Blake bit her lip, “I have a show today. That was my alarm to tell me I need to start getting ready.”

Marie studied her for a moment, and a flash in the blonde’s green eyes made Blake cringe inside. Was Marie going to watch one of her shows? After last night, Blake didn’t know how she felt about that.

“Are you going to be late?” Marie asked.

“No, not if I start getting ready soon. I just had wanted to relax today. Can’t really get out of it though.”

Ice formed in Blake’s stomach at the lie. She’d just spent the night fucking this girl, her friend and roommate, her friend’s girlfriend. They had held each other as each made the other cum, and Blake couldn’t tell her the truth about why having a show today had made her curse.

Because now I need the day to process everything that happened last night in order to figure out what the fuck I was thinking and what mental gymnastics caused me to think it was at all okay. Because I want to run to Liam and tell him everything and hope he’ll forgive me. Because I want him to forgive me and be mad at Marie. Because now I don’t even know what Marie and I are anymore, or how to continue being her roommate much less her friend. Because part of me just wants to kiss her again and spend the rest of the day fucking her.

Swallowing hard, Blake gave herself a shake, trying to clear her head. After a few moments of intense, frustrating thought, she turned to Marie with the only idea she had to salvage this clusterfuck of a situation without letting her friend know something was very, very wrong.

Blake forced a smile, “Want to help me get ready?”

A/N: Did you see this coming? What do you think about it? What do you think is going to happen next?!?!? Let me know in the comments!

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Jules 08 – The Safety of Home?

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Author’s Note: This is a chapter in a multi-part story and is not intended to stand alone. This is my first attempt at writing erotica, so feedback is highly encouraged.

*****

I find J waiting patiently on a bench outside the store. “Mission accomplished, I see,” she nods to the envelope. I just stare at her wordlessly. My mind is a jumbled mess of emotions that I don’t have the energy to sort out. “Let’s get you home.”

J orders dinner to be delivered and opens a bottle of wine, as I retreat to a much needed shower. She doesn’t even complain as I emerge in well-worn sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, sensing my need for familiar comforts. I eat ravenously, but I notice J mostly pushes the food around her plate. This woman really never eats. With my belly full and a glass of wine behind me, I begin to feel almost human again.

More wine flows and I relate the events of my encounters with Lisa and James. J listens with genuine concern and asks probing questions. She draws out my innermost feelings on the events and I feel powerless to hide from her. My thoughts on Lisa are uncomplicated, if a bit surprising. She pushed me outside of my comfort zone in a multitude of ways. I found it exciting and my body responded in kind. J took particular interest in the way the encounter ended, with me sacrificing my own pleasure to exert control over the situation and enforce the bounds of the deal.

My thoughts on James are a bit more complex. On the surface it seems quite simple. Sam took a dislike to me and wanted to embarrass me while giving James a cheap thrill. But in reality, there’s much more to it than that. Was James the real victim? Our ‘show’ was supposed to humiliate me, not him. But in the end, he was retreating in shame and I was… what? It’s hard to admit, but I was incredibly turned on.

My arousal was certainly not due to any desirability or prowess on James’ part. I feel a lot of things for him: sympathy, affection and a growing, almost maternal protectiveness. But lust is nowhere near this equation. Instead, my arousal was fueled by the sheer depravity of our performance. The thrill of being watched, the expanses of flesh that I had bared, the tease of flesh that remained hidden, the desire I stoked in James and Ryan and maybe even Sam.

And then came the guilt. Had I used James? Sam had said he needed to ‘live a little,’ and it would be easy to write off his involvement as Bahçelievler travesti exactly that. After all, it’s not everyday that he gets to grope and fondle an attractive woman while she grinds on him until he cums in his pants. That was quite likely the sum total of his sexual experience. I’m sure Ryan would have jumped at the chance to trade places with him.

And yet, James didn’t get any say in it. The entire situation was presupposed on his virginity and his acquiescence. He was an innocent bystander, that ended up being the punch line. I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve done him a grave injustice. Until now, I’ve been able to tell myself that I was an unwilling, or at least reluctant, participant. But did I really have to take things as far as I did? Did I just get carried away or did I use James to fulfill some lewd, exhibitionist instinct I didn’t even know I had? Worse yet, did I rob him of the opportunity to experience these emotions and sensations with someone he cares about and who cares about him?

In the end, these questions are just too big and my emotional state too frazzled. J and I retire to the couch with something mindless on the TV to distract me from the events of the day. J moves behind me and begins to rub my shoulders. Her touch is exquisite and I feel some of the day’s tension melt away. I have so many more questions, but I can’t bring myself to ask them. After all of the chaos and turmoil of the day, I won’t do anything to disrupt the comfort I feel in this quiet moment. There’s only one nagging need that isn’t being met…

“You know,” J breathes into my ear. I blush a little as she picks that specific thought to interrupt. “If your story was accurate, and I have no reason to doubt it was…” Her hands move from my shoulders, slowly down my back until they slip under the hem of my shirt. I gasp quietly as her fingers trace across the bare skin of my back and around to my belly. “I’ll bet you’re still feeling a bit…” I moan as her fingers slip beneath my waistband.

“…unfulfilled.” One finger parts my moistening lips and slides into the hungry depths below. One finger, then two saw in and out of my most intimate area, before withdrawing to rub and tease my clit. J’s other hand snakes up my shirt and she pinches my nipple. Hard. J coos into my ear “Let go, Little Butterfly. Cum for me.” and then bites down on my earlobe. There is Bahçelievler travestileri no slow build up this time. My orgasm rushes up with explosive force. It’s as if every ounce of tension, every shard of pent up energy erupts out of me in a single, delicious moment. I cry out unintelligibly, as release washes over me. Then for the second time in as many days, all of my senses fade to black.

This time, my sleep is blissfully uninterrupted. I am wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and comfort that the concerns of the waking world cannot penetrate. Consciousness returns slowly, one sense at a time. The smell of fresh coffee. The feel of cool air playing lightly over my naked body. The sound of J’s melodious voice, welcoming me back to reality. “Good morning, sleepy head. I trust you slept well?”

“Mmm, yes.” I purr, still not willing to open my eyes. Memories of the night before slip back into my mind. “What happened?”

“Well, you had one earth-shattering orgasm,” she chides. “And then you slept like a baby.” I slowly open my eyes and begin to take stock of my surroundings. A cup of coffee sits steaming on the nightstand next to me, filling the air with its delicious aroma. “I had hoped you were going to return the favor,” J continues, “but I guess rest was more important. Understandable, but you owe me one.” She smiles, obviously amused, before continuing. “You were out for 12 hours, so I had to find other ways to entertain myself.”

My eyes follow J’s voice to where she sits and several things begin to compete for the limited brainpower I have available in the morning fog. J is sitting casually at the foot of my bed. She is already dressed and her hair and makeup look as perfect as always. How is this woman always so presentable? I am lying on my back on top of the covers, my clothes are noticeably missing. A towel is spread underneath my lower body, my legs are splayed wide and my pubic area has been shaved completely bare. As she talks to me, J is idly tapping away on a phone. My phone.

“I’ve been chatting with Paul a bit this morning, pretending to be you. I have to say, bad choice. You can do much better!”

“WHAT?!?” I call out, sitting bolt upright.

J giggles at my reaction. “A word of warning, bored and horny is a dangerous combination for me. Did you know those pictures of your little performance in the restroom came from your phone? travesti Bahçelievler No? You should really keep closer tabs on this thing.” She holds my phone up as if to demonstrate. “Anyway, I sent a couple to Paul last night.” She says, as if it’s completely normal.

“What? Why?” I’m in shock and can’t get past single syllables.

“Mostly I wanted to see his reaction. You can tell a lot about someone by the way they react to the unexpected. Paul’s reaction was… disappointing.” No surprise there. My ex can be a lot of things. He can be cute and charming and a whole lot of fun. But he can also be a bit of a pig. He hasn’t quite grown completely out of his obnoxious frat boy phase. He was always asking me to send him nudes or let him film us having sex. I never relented because I didn’t trust him. I didn’t want them to end up on the internet or be used to boast to his friends. I guess that cat is out of the bag. I chuckle morbidly at the unintended pun.

“What did he say?” I ask with growing horror.

“He was surprised, understandably. I played it off like you were drunk and didn’t mean to send them to him. I asked him to delete them, but he said he’d only do it for a blowjob.”

“”You can’t be serious?!?”

“Which reminds me, we need to get moving. You’re supposed to be at his place at 10 so you have time before his friends come over to watch the game. Oh, and he wants his Packers t-shirt back.”

The sheer casualness of her tone makes me think I misheard her. It takes a few beats for my brain to catch up. “Why would you do that, J? You said you were my friend.” I cradle my head in my hands, unable to comprehend the situation.

“First of all, bored and horny is bad. Remember?” I’m not amused. “In all seriousness, this will be good for you. You can regain some power in that relationship.”

I’m flabbergasted. “There is no relationship! He cheated on me and I dumped him. How much more power do I need?!?”

“That’s just it. He feels like he got away with it. He got to double dip for a while, and then move on to his new thing. You need to make him realize what he lost. Prove to him, and yourself for that matter, that he didn’t get an upgrade. You are a butterfly – a beautiful, sexy butterfly. Make him rue the day he ever wandered.”

My head is spinning. I had fully intended to never see Paul again. I had certainly not intended to send pictures like THOSE to him. And the thought of a blowjob to get them back… But J just sits there, looking at me expectantly and somehow all of my freewill just seems to drain away. “Ugh! Do I have a choice at this point?”

“You are powerful, Little Butterfly. You always have a choice!” That damn smirk returns. “But you also know that you’ll play the game.”

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Babes

With a final drunken goodbye, Robert turns on his heels and saunters happily out into the humid pre-summer night, still wearing only his bathing trunks. He and his lovely wife had spent the night at the neighbor’s house, first having dinner and later retiring to their large hot tub.

“No, babe,” his intoxicated wife calls as he starts for the gate. “Let’s take a shortcut!”

Nicole strays sideways into the vegetation and disappears. Rob stares after her for a moment, then shrugs to himself and follows like a good puppy. He circles a bush and an apple tree, and when again he lays his eyes on his bikini-clothed wife she’s trying, and failing, at scaling the wooden fence into their yard.

“Are you sure that’s faster?” He teases.

“Be quiet you dufus and help me,” Nicole giggles.

Rob laughs before he takes a few steps forward and adds some supporting hands onto her hips and butt. With his assistance, the drunk woman makes it safely to the other side.

Having recently turned 38, Nicole was still as heavenly beautiful as she’d been when they met. At 5 feet 4 inches, she was very determined in keeping up with her workout routine, and her toned waist and round ass were well highlighted within the tight bikini. The fabric of the top only just hinted at the cone-shaped B-cups hidden beneath. She also had dark blonde, almost brown shoulder-length hair, a thin and slightly sharp nose, and plump lips.

Once his wife had made safe passage, Rob threw his clothes and towel across, placed his hands on the wooden planks, and easily swung his body weight across.

“Now, that’s how a proper manly man does it,” Robert jokes and flexes his chest.

“Or,” Nicole giggles. “Maybe it’s because you’re like twice my height.”

True, Robert was a fair bit taller with his 6 feet 1 inches. He was 39, and although he still maintained some impressive muscle across the arms, his lack of gym activity combined with a regular beer and snacks diet had started to have some visual effects on his gut. He was still a handsome man though, with short dark hair, brown eyes, and a trimmed beard.

“Nope,” Rob says. “Definitely the manliness!”

He wraps his arms around the smaller woman, pulls her close, and wedges his tongue in between her soft lips. Nicole just moans softly and offers her own tongue in return.

Quickly Rob grows rock hard, and his hands start exploring his wife’s body.

As he pulls the top down and exposes Nicole’s breasts, still fairly firm and perky, she slides her fingers across the tent in his trunks.

They both moan into each other’s mouths, having waited hours to do this properly.

One of the absolute best things about Nicole was how kinky she was. Already early on in the relationship she had wanted to explore and push the boundaries of public sex.

They had fucked in changing rooms, the cinema, the back of a bus, against a bookshelf in the library, and also twice on the same day inside an IKEA. They had of course been caught a few times, for example with their pants down in the cereal aisle inside a supermarket, and once in a park by an older man walking his dog. But that time, getting a kick out of it, Nicole had just kept going, talking even more dirty and exposing her tits to the old man, giving him quite the show.

“Aah fuck!” Robert moans. “No more teasing, I want to fuck you!”

“Mmm yes,” sighs Nicole, freeing her husband’s fat cock from its imprisonment. “I’m more than ready to be a horny little slut for you, baby!”

The whole night Nicole had teased him, caressed his dick under the table, even taking it out a few times and slowly stroking it in the middle of the conversation. And whenever their neighbors left the room to fill up wine or prepare the dessert, she’d pulled his dick out, bent down, and sloppily sucked it until the very last second before they reentered. Then in the hot tub, of course, she had slowly been jerking him off under the water for nearly two hours, taking a break every time he got close to cumming.

“You better be. After all the edging you’ve put me through tonight you need to be properly punished!”

“Mm yes, baby,” Nicole sighs. “Let’s go inside so you can punish me hard. I need to be tied up, spanked, slapped, and choked out as you cum in all my slutty little holes!”

Robert groans, and only just manages to keep himself from squirting right then and there.

“Let’s go!”

“I win!” Nicole giggles playfully, and suddenly she’s gone, having abandoned her husband with his swollen penis bobbing in the dark.

“Oh, you little-” As fast as he can Robert yanks his clothes off the ground and starts sprinting. He was faster, but Nicole had a big lead. To have any chance of catching up, Rob decides to circle the house from the other direction. It was closer, yes, but the backyard contained an obstacle course of trees, bushes, and a patio full of outdoor furniture.

But IF he does it smoothly, he might just make it…

He circles a small bush, jumps across a flowerbed, ducks zara escort beneath two threes, and leaps onto the wooden patio. He’s gonna win, he’s gonna w-

Roberts’s drunken world freezes, and suddenly he’s immobile, unable to move or think or breathe.

He stares through the uncovered panes of a glass door, straight into a well-lit bedroom. On the opposite side a figure trips around on bare feet, clearly fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but a pair of black panties and a white towel wrapped like a turban atop her head.

It was Nelly, Roberts’s 18-year-old daughter.

He breathes heavily, and not just from the short sprint, unable to tear his eyes from the young, nearly naked body. He had never in his life thought about his sweet innocent daughter in any weird or sexual manner before, but now, drunk and horny and with her beauty on display…

Nelly was shorter than her mother, only 5 feet 2 inches. She had inherited her mother’s exact nose and plump lips, but her hair normally reached further down her back and shimmered in a bright golden blond, she had cute freckles and clear blue eyes.

As he watched his teenage daughter plugging a hairdryer into an outlet, his eyes caressed her body. He knew she was active in several sports, but never realized what an amazing shape she was in. Visible abs overlooked curved hips, a firm ass, and muscly thighs, and to top it off, a pair of round, perky tits with large puffy nipples, already a fair bit larger than her mother’s.

Robert groans, hypnotized by the angelic sight. Unable to process any morality in his actions, his fingers wrap around his rock-hard dick and he starts pumping frantically.

“Oh sweetie,” he groans. “Oh baby you’re so beautiful!”

While Nelly unwrapped her wet hair and starts to blowdry it, Robert appreciate the slight bounce of her tits. What wouldn’t he do to get to feel those perfect puppies wrapped around his manhood?!

“Mmm yes baby, you’re gonna make daddy cum!”

“Babe? Where’d you g- OH?!”

Having had her husband suddenly go missing in action, Nicole had begun circling the house trying to find him again. Now, suddenly, she stood there gaping, her surprised eyes darting back and forth between Robert with his hand wrapped around his cock, and their daughter on display behind the lit-up window.

Panic took hold of Rob as his heart sank, and his entire life flushed down the toilet before his eyes. The love of his life would divorce him, and his family forever hate him for being a disgusting creep. How could he just have thrown it all away for an unintended sneak peek?

“N- Nicole, please. I can explain, I- I-“

“Shh!” Nicole slides up to his side, biting her lip with a naughty smile. She presses her body up against her husbands, pushing Rob’s hand out of the way and replacing it with her own. “It’s okay, baby. I understand!”

“B- but..” Robert was lost for words, unable to process what was going on.

“You’re only standing around in your garden,” Nicole moans, having slid her free hand down her bikini bottoms. “If Nelly doesn’t want to be watched, she should cover her widows. You’re not doing anything wrong, just enjoying the view.”

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking dirty!” Rob moans, trembling with pleasure.

He knew Nicole was filthy-minded. Even after she’d gotten pregnant with Tyler, their oldest child, they’d kept diving deeper. They’d done a lot of BDSM play, as Nicole loved to be submissive and roughly handled. She had on two different occasions invited some of her hot friends to threesomes, gladly lapping their wet cunts both before and after Robert screwed them. He in return had set up a similar surprise with another dude, letting his horny slut wife be double-filled in every possible combination. He’d also taken her to a gloryhole once, jerking off and watching her serve like 8 hard cocks in a row. But one of his favorite experiences had been his birthday present last year, given to him while on vacation in Thailand. They’d left the kids at the hotel for a date night, but instead of a restaurant, Nicole had brought him to a whore house. She had picked a young, very pretty girl for him, and then sat in the corner fingering herself while watching him use the sexy little teenager’s hot fuckholes.

So yeah, he knew she was dirty, but this was another level entirely.

“Look at her Rob,” Nicole moans, rubbing her clit and his dick simultaneously. “She’s so fucking hot! She has all my best features, but none of the bad ones!”

Robert could only silently agree, watching his teenage daughter’s flawless body. His wife was the hottest, most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and yet Nelly was even more perfect.

“Oh god yes,” he moans, unable to resist any longer. “I want to use her!”

“What would you do to her?” Nicole sighs barely jerking her husband’s dick anymore, so lost in rubbing her horny slit. “Would you suck her titties? Fuck them? Would you grab her by the hair and make her suck her daddy’s zeytinburnu escort fat cock?”

“Oh yes!” Rob groans. The few janky tugs she does perform are more than enough for pleasure. “And then I’d push her down, tear those panties off, and pound that tight little pussy until I cum!”

“Yes… Ooh yes!” Nicole groans. She is humping her fingers now, clearly close to orgasm. “I want to watch, baby. I want to watch you fuck our daughter and cum all over her… YES… YEEES… AAAAUUGGHH!”

Rob wraps his arms around her as she cums, holding her up as she shakes and trembles and moans. It takes a full minute before she even seems to be able to support her weight again.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!” Rob says.

“Oh but we’re not done yet,” Nicole says with glistering eyes, biting her lip again. “How about I slide down on my knees and finish you off while you keep your eyes on-“

Her sentence is cut in half as the scenery changes. Done with drying her hair, Nelly has picked up a big sleeping t-shirt and draped it over herself, hiding her immaculate breasts. Then she strides over to the windows, completely unaware of what was going on outside, and draws the blinds, ending the show.

Nicole looks devastated. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. I got lost in my pleasure and now you didn’t get to finish!”

“It’s okay,” Rob says. He’s a bit disappointed but was mostly concerned with emptying his aching, very full balls. “Let’s go inside and do what we initially planned!”

“Hmm..” Nicole muses, biting her lip. “No, I have a better idea. Let’s take a shower!”

She takes his hand, leading him around to the front of the house, into the hall and the main bathroom. A minute or so later they are wrapped up in each other’s arms under a hot stream of steamy water.

“Baby give me that pussy,” Rob groans, sliding his hands over her naked tits, down to her slippery wet hole. “Let me fuck you!”

“No!”

“What?” Was she mad after all?

“That big load of hot cream is not for me,” Nicole smiles naughtily. She reaches for a bottle, of Nelly’s shampoo, and unscrews the lid. Then she stops the flow of water and wraps her soft fingers around her husband’s fat, aching rod.

“Oh god, Nicole,” Rob moans. “You’re not going to…?”

“Mhmm!” Nicole says, smiling. “Close your eyes, baby, think of Nelly’s tits and pretty little face.”

“Oooh fuuuck!” Robert moans, unable to do anything but comply.

“You wanted to give her your cum, didn’t you?” Nicole purrs, intensely jerking the fat cock. “Now we’re gonna make sure that every time she showers, she’s going to rub her own dad’s creamy cum all over her skin.”

“Ooh god, Nicole, I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it baby, give Nelly your load!”

As absolute pleasure washes over him and his cock starts to spasm, Rob opens his eyes. Just as his overloaded balls contract, he sees his sexy wife guide his pulsating dick with one hand, the unscrewed bottle with the other. She aligns them just as the first thick string of cum shoots from the swollen head. Again and again, he squirts, straight into his daughter’s shampoo, and even when the final few drops only dribble out, Nicole makes sure to gently guide them into the hole as well.

Still trembling in the afterglow of his life’s dirtiest orgasm, Rob watches his wife replace the cap, carefully shake the bottle, and put it back in its place.

“Jesus, that was fucked up,” he sighs.

Nicole giggles before she falls to her knees and looks up at him with gleaming eyes.

“You don’t want to stop, do you?” She teases. “I was thinking we’d go for the body wash as well.”

Unable to do anything but moan from a new surge of horniness, Rob’s slowly deflating dick gets instantly rock hard again.

“That’s what I thought,” Nicole giggles. She slides one hand in between her thighs and whispers a final command before she swallows his cock. “Close your eyes again, honey. Fuck my throat like It’s your daughter’s!”

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Two weeks later Robert stands in the laundry room, having just emptied a freshly washed load into the dryer and was now preparing a new one. He pauses as he digs up some of Nelly’s dirty panties, takes a few sniffs, and feels his soft penis stir.

Had it been too awful to jerk off and cum in the pair before tossing them into the washer? Compared with what he’d already done it felt kind of mild.

Rob recalls the several occasions throughout these two weeks, how every time his daughter headed into the shower he would get instantly rock hard. He did not even know how many loads he’d pumped into his horny wife moaning Nelly’s name, all while the sexy teen was in the shower, unknowingly massaging her daddy’s cum into her hair and skin.

Robert reaches for the waistband of his joggers but doesn’t even get his dick all the way out before his phone buzz.

He opens it to find a message from his wife: “Come to the patio. Be quiet!”

Somewhat ereğli escort reluctant he lets his daughter’s panties fall back into the laundry basket, and makes it down the stairs. Rob walks through the dining hall and the living room, to the back of the house and silently slides the door open.

Outside, the budding summer was showing all its best sides, with a clear blue sky and comfortable heat. Nelly was lying on her stomach on a tanning bed with her head turned away, wearing a bikini. Mounted atop her lower back sat Nicole in a similar outfit.

Seeing her husband pop up, Nicole put a finger to her lips, before motioning for him to approach.

While Rob was creeping closer, Nicole unhooked her daughter’s top and reached for a bottle of sunscreen.

“IIIHH!” Nelly screams. “MOM!”

Sorry, honey!” Nicole giggled. “I didn’t realize it was that cold.”

Rob reaches her side and looks at her quizzically. She smiles up at him, and while starting to rub her daughter’s back with one hand, she reaches for Roberts’s pants with the other.

Suddenly realizing what she was planning to do, Rob was torn between temptation and the enormous risk. Then his wife was stroking his rock-hard dick and all his reservations evaporated.

“Nelly? I think I’m going to need some more sunscreen here,” Nicole said. “But I’ll try to warm it up a little this time, okay?”

“Please do,” their daughter answered without opening her eyes.

Nicole started to jerk her husband faster, even going as far as pushing her tongue out and licking the swollen head. Meanwhile, Rob was watching his daughter’s naked back, the part of her face that was visible, and her firm ass and muscly legs.

Just the idea of what was coming was enough for him to orgasm almost embarrassingly fast.

“Mmmgfhh!” He grunts silently, biting his tongue so as not to moan out loud.

“I think I got it, honey,” Nicole said. “Here it comes!”

Pleasurous lightning crackled throughout Rob’s body, his balls contracted and his veiny rod began pulsating. He squirts hard, watching the string of white sticky cum fly through the air and splatter across his teenage daughter’s naked back. Nicole jerked him intensely as he shot again and again, milking every last drop onto the teenage target.

Finally, with a look of burning arousal, Nicole lets go of the still twitching cock, and instead applies both palms onto Nelly’s back.

“How was that, sweetie? Better?”

“Mm, much better! Thanks, mom!”

Nicole gives her husband a devilish grin as she starts massaging the sticky daddy juice all over their daughter’s back, arms, and legs. He stands and watches for a while, soon feeling his half-soft penis stir again from the forbidden, but oh-so-erotic display.

Finally, he sneaks his way back inside and returns to the laundry room.

“Oh, Nelly baby!” He sighs, as he wraps his daughter’s dirty panties around his dick and starts to masturbate.

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Another week passes in a kinky blur. Nicole seemed to get off just as hard as Rob on their newfound daughter fantasy and was driving it hard. She had sucked him off one night while having him look at bikini photos of Nelly; she had encouraged and helped him deposit another round of loads into her shampoo and body wash bottles; and two days ago when the kids were both at practice, he’d come home to find his wife in a tiny schoolgirl outfit on top of their daughter’s bed.

Now, on Friday afternoon, Robert returns home from work even more giddy than usual. Because this was not just any Friday, it was the start of his summer vacation.

He parks the car in the driveway and merrily struts up to the house. In the doorway, he runs into Tyler, his 19-year-old son who was just about to vacate the building.

“Where are you going?”

“To Jake’s!”

“what about dinner?” Rob asks.

“We’re gonna barbeque”, Tyler says, lazily waving at the backpack he’s carrying.

“Oh, okay. Have fun then.”

Robert enters his home and quickly discards his shoes and jacket. Robert then proceeds deeper into the house, the smell of cooking guiding him to the kitchen.

Here Rob finds his beautiful wife swaying her hips to some music as she prepares dinner, a glass of wine next to her on the counter. She had acquired a nice tan and looked amazing in a short, mid-thigh length skirt and a low-cut top.

“Well hello there, handsome,” she purrs as Rob slides his arms around her from behind. “You’re just in time. I need your help to finish dinner!”

“What do you want me to do?” Rob asks, copping a feel of his wife’s tits. He noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her nipples were rock hard. “Make a salad?”

“Nuh-uh”, Nicole says. She removes some pots from the stove and begins plating. First, she places spaghetti in three different bowls, before covering the the noodles in a white, creamy sauce. Only then does she twist around in her husband’s arms, kiss him deeply, and whisper. “I need your big, fat, amazing dick! Please take it out, baby!”

Robert grunts, his girthy rod growing to full size in an instant. Though somewhat hesitant, he glances at the kitchen doorway. “But-“

“Don’t worry,” Nicole purrs. “Tyler already left, and Nelly is in her room with the door closed!”

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It was freezing in the tent. Never mind how hot and sunny it had been that afternoon, this high up in these old mountains the temperature had plummeted. I muttered another curse at my parents and tried to dig myself deeper into my sleeping bag.

“Are you still awake too?” The whispered voice belonged to my little sister Sal. Well, I call her little because I’m a foot taller than she is, but we’re twins. Just finished school and dragged off by our parents for one last family camping trip before we both went off to uni.

“Yeah,” I whispered back. “It’s freezing.”

“Told you you’d need a bigger size sleeping bag.” She was right, of course. My old bag used to be fine when I was fifteen, but I’d grown since then. I was regretting being too lazy to buy a new one.

“You seem to be cold too.” I’d caught a hint of chattering teeth. “Not sure it would have helped.” We were both dressed for sleeping in large T-shirts and our underwear. Not enough to provide much warmth.

In the end we came up with the old solution of zipping our bags together and combining our body heat. It was a bit awkward in the confines of the tent, particularly because we didn’t want to wake Mum and Dad, whose tent was a few yards away.

But we managed it, and Sal pressed her back against my chest. “This is better already,” she whispered. She was shivering a little, so I put my arm around her and pulled her close. She was right: I was feeling warmer too.

It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep, the fresh air and the exhaustion from the day’s long hike finally getting the better of me.

When I woke it was like surfacing from a deep, black pool of icy water. I knew I was waking up, but it took me an age to actually get there. When I did, I realised my arm was still around my little sister, her back and arse still pressed against me.

And my cock was like a shaft of molten steel pressing back against her.

Nothing unusual about waking up with a raging boner, of course. It’s only strange when you happen to be sharing a sleeping bag with your sister.

I fought to open my eyes, hoping that it was morning and I could get up before Sal woke. Unfortunately taşova escort it was as black as midnight. The air in the tent was still freezing too.

I must have moved more than I wanted, because Sal’s steady breathing stopped for a moment and she gave a twitch. “What time is it?” she murmured.

“Still night,” I whispered. “Go back to sleep.”

A grunt was her only reply, and I waited for her breathing to become deep and regular again, hoping that she wouldn’t notice the hot, hard rod pressing against her crack.

No such luck. “What’s that?” she whispered.

“What?” I cringed inside.

She bucked her arse against me. “That.”

“Morning erection. Sorry.”

“Make it go away. I want to sleep.”

I gave a frustrated laugh. “I would if I could. It’s not something I can control.”

In fact I was harder than ever. I might have concerns about who the firm arse belong to, but my cock didn’t.

“Shit.” Sal sounded more awake now. “How do you normally get rid of it?”

Normally I’d have a wank before getting out of bed, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. “I just ignore it until it goes down. You know, think of other things.”

“Alright then. Think of other things. Where are we supposed to be going tomorrow?”

I thought for a moment. “There’s supposed to be a pretty waterfall. King Arthur’s Beard, or something.”

“Stupid name.” Sal wasn’t one for romantic legends.

“I suppose they couldn’t call it King Arthur’s First Piss of the Day.”

That brought a muffled laugh from her. “King Arthur’s Late Night Piss After a Visit to the Pub.”

I felt her body shake as we both tried to stifle our laughter. Unfortunately this just excited my cock even more.

Sal seemed to notice. “I felt it twitch! It’s not going away, is it?”

“Just give it some time. It will settle down eventually.”

“I want to sleep. Can’t you… you know?”

“What, here?” My mind raced. Was my little sister seriously suggesting I wank off with her next to me? I wasn’t sure that it would do much good anyway. The whole idea of masturbating while Sal watched – or listened, tavşanlı escort at least – was so arousing that I doubted whether my cock would go down for a whole week. “No way! Besides, there isn’t enough room. The sleeping bag’s too small.”

“I suppose.” She shifted slightly, and suddenly I felt her reach round behind her back and grab my cock through my shorts. “We have to do something. I want to sleep.”

Suppressing a whimper, I whispered, “Stop it! That’s not helping.”

Her small hand rubbed up and down the material covering my shaft. “It will if I do it enough.”

True enough. My cock seemed to think it was a good idea too, pressing forward almost of its own accord. Still, it didn’t seem right.

“It doesn’t seem right,” I protested.

In the darkness I felt her look over her shoulder at me. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a girl touch you here before.” She squeezed. “And don’t tell me you don’t like it.”

“I have,” I admitted. “And I do. It’s just…”

“It’s just a way for us both to get some sleep.” Her hand was still rubbing away. “Don’t worry. It’s not like I’ve never tugged a guy off before.” She gave a grunt and her hand left my cock. “Not like this though. I’m getting a cramp.”

Was I relieved or disappointed? Mostly disappointed, I decided, but I wasn’t about to insist that she continue. “Never mind then. We’ll just have to try and sleep like this.”

“Shut up.” Her fingers returned, and this time I felt them clawing away at my shorts. “Take these off.”

“What?” I was starting to feel stupid, like I was two steps behind Sal every time something happened.

“Take them off!” she hissed, freeing my cock. Her fingers were cool on my burning shaft.

Trying to tell myself I was just going along with her plan, and not being a horndog, I hastily pulled at the elastic until my shorts were bunched around my knees. I wasn’t about to refuse a hand job from a hot girl, even if that girl was my sister.

But then her hand left my cock and I realised she was pulling her own knickers down. My heart pounded in my chest. Was she…?

Apparently she was. Shifting tekirdağ escort around until she was in the right position, she raised her leg and pulled my cock between her thighs. I felt her heat envelop it, felt slickness coat it as it slid along her pussy.

Sal thrust her hips back and forth a few times, spreading her cream all over my shaft. Neither of us spoke, beyond a grunt or two. I realised she was as aroused as I was.

Then she reached between her legs, and I felt her guide my head against her opening. “This should do the trick,” she whispered as she pressed herself against me.

Carefully I pushed forward. Sal gave a soft moan, and I felt her legs clamp down. “This… should… definitely… do the trick,” I agreed.

“Shh!” she replied, grinding her hips at me. “Just… fuck… me!”

Hearing my little sister talk like that was intoxicating. In that instant she wasn’t my sister anymore, she was a hot girl who had taken my cock and was fucking it.

I still had one arm around her. I reached down with it, across her stomach and between her thighs. She angled her legs to give me better access, and my fingers found her button, hard and swollen and covered with her cream.

I rubbed it, moving my fingers in tight circles in the way my girlfriends seemed to like. Sal hissed between her teeth and clamped her thighs around my hand. We were still thrusting away at each other, and I felt that first tingle in my cock that told me I was nearly there.

In the blackness of the tent I felt Sal grab her pillow and bury her face in it, stifling her moans.

“I’m coming,” I whispered in her ear. “I’m coming!”

She gave a muffled moan in reply. Her clit was hard beneath my fingers, her breath was coming in wheezing gasps.

Suddenly she stiffened and her body shuddered. No longer able to hold back, I let myself release with a soft groan, feeling my own body explode as I pulled her hard against me, thrusting and squirting inside her.

We lay in the darkness, panting. Her body twitched, and she gave another moan. I drew my hand from between her legs and put my arm around her again. She put her hand on mine and pressed against me. In moments her breath was deep and regular. She’d fallen asleep.

My cock was still inside her. Coated with her cream and mine. Still half hard. But this was more comfortable than before, and even as I wondered what would happen next blackness overtook me and I fell asleep.

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No sooner had left, two days later our cousins, Abbey and Randy arrived to interview for positions at The Lodge. Abbey as the director of Public Relations, and Randy to head the Linen service. Abbey had a degree in journalism emphasis on advertising, and Randy had just finished high school.

Terry had picked them up at the airfield outside town which could handle the small jets we used, and brought them to The Lodge. We wanted to keep this more business so we were not planning to go out to our house in the city.

It was late when they got in, we had a small buffet of food on the dining table before we hit the hay. Both Brian and I welcomed them, brought them into the dining room and after they fixed their plates, we wanted to tell them about the positions. They would be staying tonight and tomorrow and flying out in the morning, so not much time.

“I’m not going to sleep with you,” Randy said before we had time to begin our conversation. “I not a fag, so don’t even think about it!”

“We flew you here for a job interview. We heard you need employment and we want to help family be gainfully employed.” I said to Randy

“Mom and Dad warned me to be carefully around you both. They said you were gay and would try and convert me to your reckless lifestyle.” Randy continued. His sister sat next to him looking about as shocked as we were with his comments.

“We are not gay,” Brian informed him. “We are bi-sexual.”

“Same thing,” he responded.

“Well, let’s eat and talk about the jobs. We have no intention of inviting you to our bedroom, rest assured.” I said so as to move the conversation along.

As we ate, I explained the job, the pay, the free housing, in their case a three-bedroom townhouse the next street over from ours in town, and other benefits that came with the job like free meals, breakfast and dinner, use of The Lodge when not working and more.

We finished the meal, showed them to their rooms, and went to bed.

“Well,” Brian said as we climbed under the covers, “It looks like Abbey is interested.”

“Yeah, I’m not interested in Randy even if he is,” I commented turning the lights off and snuggling next to my twin brother. It wasn’t long and I had fallen asleep.

The next day we explained the clothing optional rule at The Lodge, Brian and I were in our signature red jockstraps. Abbey went into her room and came out nude. Randy stayed in his clothes. We headed downstairs to join the buffet line for breakfast. We had also gave them gold wristbands so they could use the elevator to get back to our rooms.

“Quite a crowd for breakfast,” Abbey said. Her body was a real head turner. Blonde hair on her head and trimmed on her mound. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds and her cute smile made you want to lean in and taste her lips. Her breasts were firm and her tits were standing out as she looked around the room at an army of other naked men and women.

“We have 30 rooms rented daily, adding 10 more soon with the treehouse additions. We now allow 200 people to buy a day pass after adding addition steam rooms and the longhouse with ten king-size beds in the middle and built in seating along the walls and three slings. The wooded areas also provide plenty of play space.” Brian informed them.

“Lots of places for sexual deviants.” Randy said under his breath but loud enough for us to hear it.

“If you have questions about the job, I will be happy to answer them,” I said.

“Do all your employees have to work naked?” Randy snidely asked.

“The linen job you have to remained clothed since you are on the Lodge property and also drive out into town for the motels. Town everyone has to remained clothed in public.”

“How can you tell the town people what they can and cannot do,” Randy said with a disgusted look.

“Oh,” Brian said, “We own the town and all the businesses there.”

“The Public Relations job depends on where we set up offices. We prefer town so we can tie it in with our travel agency which would be clothed. If Abbey takes the job, she can always come to The Lodge after work safranbolu escort and play.” I said as we all stood having finished our breakfast.

“Enjoy the morning, explore, take advantages of The Lodge, and we will meet you upstairs for lunch. Brian and I will be walking the property and then up to the offices, we have work to do.” I finished.

“That guy,” I said, “why did he even come out here. I don’t think he is going to enjoy his day, especially with his clothes on.”

Brian and I walked around the grounds he decided to check out the longhouse while I decided to hit the steam room.

I grabbed a towel at the entrance, took off my jock and found a seat on the tiled steps. About a dozen guys were in this section, several already finding someone to enjoy the steam with.

A few minutes later and older guy had gotten on his knees between my legs and began to kiss and run his tongue around my head. His tongue rode down my shaft then he went down on my balls, one in his mouth sucking, then the other. Pre-cum was easing out my slit as he lathered my balls with his mouth. Someone had taken the step above me and massaged my back

I was enjoying the pleasure. The older guy began to work my shaft, up and down, sucking then letting my cock pop out of his mouth, then starting back down again. The guy massaging me had pushed me forward until he had slide down behind me, his cock hard and pressing into me. He took a tube of lube from his towel, slid on a condom, and slowly inserted himself into my ass.

I lifted my ass then rode him back and forth with the tempo the guy was sucking me. It wasn’t long until we both had cum. The older guy drinking down all my cum as I shot into his mouth.

I thanked them both for a fun time, went down to the showers and cleaned the sweat off then headed for the office in a somewhat better mood than I was with Randy’s comments earlier.

Brian came back to the office and shared his time in the longhouse. He had met a m/f couple and had fun fucking both of them.

We met up with the cousins for lunch. We had a meal served upstairs in our dining room. Abbey shared her adventuresome morning, taking a swim and then meeting some people in the hot tub enjoying foreplay before leaving to come for lunch. Randy didn’t say anything about his morning.

On their own for the afternoon, we went back to the office and worked until dinner. We had a meal delivered to our dining room instead of joining the buffet downstairs.

“I want to accept your offer,” Abbey told us at dinner. “I can start in three weeks; I just need to get packed and such.”

“We have a moving company we will get you the information. They will pack you up and ship it here. You said earlier you had a car, we will have it shipped here as well, and you give us the date and the jet will fly you back here.” I informed her. “We are glad to have you part of the team.”

>You know, when I tell Mom and Dad you have been walking around nude, and have taken a job here, they are going to be very angry.” Randy looked at his sister and spitted out his words.

Dinner out of the way, we went to our rooms except Randy who headed down stairs and onto the grounds.

Thirty minutes later security called. “Your cousin has been bullying one of the guests, you need to come down, the guest is in tears.”

I told Brian to stay and I would go down and see what was up. When I got there, Randy was continuing to call the guest a faggot, a loser and all sort of uncalled for comments.

Instructing security, I had them go to our floor and gather his suitcase, which fortunately he had packed, and drive him to the major airport, over an hour away and put him on a plane home.

As they were leaving, I said, “Randy, that was uncalled for. You will be flown home tonight, and not welcomed back here or to town.”

He turned his venom on me as they escorted him toward the car after getting his luggage.

I turned to our guest who was still in tears. “I am so sorry this happened.” I told him pulling him into my chest sakarya escort as he sobbed.

“This just caps off my day. Yesterday I came out to my parents and they asked me to leave. I came here last night to town and got a room then rode out this morning to The Lodge. I have wandered around all day with no luck, so him yelling at me was just the icing of a bad day.”

“Do you have your clothes in a locker?” I asked. “By the way, my name is Mark.”

“I think everyone here knows who you are. I’m Dennis” he sniffled. “I do have a locker.”

Terry, my driver and bodyguard was by me so I slipped off Dennis wristband and asked him to retrieve his clothes.

When he got back, Dennis dressed and I asked him to come with me while I dressed and Terry got the car.

I explained to Brian what was happening, that I was taking Dennis to our house and try to make up for his disastrous day, that I would see him and Abbey in the morning.

The car was at the gate when we came out. Terry opened the door for Dennis and I to get in.

“Where are you staying tonight?” I asked Dennis.

“My car is in the parking lot, my suitcase in the trunk. I’m driving somewhere tonight.” Dennis stated.

“Point out your car as we drive by, we’ll get your suitcase. You can stay at my place in town tonight.” I told him. “Terry, I ordered some burgers and fries for you two so we will pick them up at the café. I had just finished dinner.”

We got his suitcase, dinner and headed to the house. Pulling in, the limo let us out underground and we rode the elevator to the main floor for dinner.

“You don’t have to go to all this trouble.” Dennis said as he opened the b ox with his bacon burger and fries.

“Tell me about yourself,” I asked him.

“Not much to say, I recently graduated from high school. Did running start so I have my AA degree as well. Turned 18 this year and now because I’m gay, I am homeless since my parents told me not to come back. I was taking this year off before I started at the University but those plans are off since my parents were paying. I am also not much of a gay guy; I have jacked off a few times with friends and that’s it.”

“The guy who insulted you, and again, I’m sorry, was a relative we flew out to look at a job with us. We were looking to hire someone to oversee our linen program, making sure from washing to delivering we had everything on schedule and clean. It is a start with our company. You think it is something you could do? We will of course train you.” I said.

The tears again flowed as he said he would like to try.

I went into the kitchen and brought back a bottle of wine to toast his new job.

“I’m only 18,” he said as I poured white wine into his flute.

“Legal drinking age here is 18 according to the towns rules which I set because you are aware, I own the town.”

I went over the package we had offered Randy; his eyes grew big and he came over and hugged me. We will get you into your three-bedroom condo tomorrow. Tonight, you can sleep with me if you want, I will show you how enjoyable sex can be.”

We finished dinner, cleared the table and Terry went to his room while I took Dennis by the hand and lead him into Brian and my bedroom.

I closed the door and pulled him near the bed, started to kiss him. He was about 5’7″ thin with brown hair and blue eyes. His mouth tasted sweet, our tongues parting our lips and tangling in each other’s mouths.

My hands reached down and played with his cock through his jeans, and he followed my example doing the same. Pulling Dennis tight against me, I could feel his hard cock. I reached up and slide his shirt off so I could see his bare chest. My hands began to play with his nipples as we kissed.

I pulled his pants and underwear off so he was naked except for his socks. Pulling him toward a chair, I sat down. He was probably no more that 120-125 lbs. My mouth went down on his cock, my hands holding onto his ass cheeks.

My tongue swirled around his cock, cut and tasty as his pre-cum oozed out his slit. I deep serdivan escort throated him, Dennis moaning with the attention.

“I have never been sucked before,” he moaned.

“We are just getting started,” I replied back.

My tongue went up and down his shaft until I found his balls pulling one then the other into my mouth.

I stood and bent him over the bed, “You have an awesome body,” I told him placing him ass up and rimmed his sweet spot.

“Wow, that is hot,” Dennis said

He jerked up and down on his cock as my tongue worked around and in his pucker. Reaching back, he pulled his cheeks apart so I could have better access.

Dennis moved back and stood, turning around and removed my shirt. I reached down and stroked his cock with his hands sliding inside my waistband, getting ahold of my cock.

He pulled off my pants and went down on my cock, sucking and lapping away. His hand on the base of my cock, stroking it in and out of his mouth.

I pushed him back onto the bed, his stomach on the bed and started finger fucking him after taking a tube of lube applying it to get him ready to be fucked. This would be a first for him and I wanted to make sure my 7-inch cock would not tear his entrance. One finger, then two, finally three stroking while he moaned with pleasure.

“Fuck me,” Dennis said ready for my cock to glide in.

I slowly brought the head of my cock to his entrance and pushed forward until I could feel his muscled ring allow me passage. Soon I was all inside, balls to the wall, stroking his fine ass.

“Yeah, oh, shot your load deep, oh my god…” he said in a low voice mixed with pleasure.

I began to accelerate my pumps into him until I could feel my cock swell. He was squeezing me tightly as I shot my load deep into him. He lay on the bed letting himself down from being on all fours as my cock soften and withdrew.

“That was so awesome, thanks!” he said.

“I’m not done,” I replied, turning him over and sucking on his cock until I had his load going down my throat.

We went into the bathroom, showered together, I enjoyed soaping him up and cleaning him. Then we got in bed, both tired from the day and our play. I spooned against him and the next thing I remembered; it was morning.

Brian told me when we got over to The Lodge for breakfast, he had a wonderful time with Abbey. He said she had gone to bed with him, not wanting to sleep alone after hearing about her brothers’ misadventures and things developed from there.

“She was something in bed, we had hardly laid down when she was all over me, her hands on my cock she went down on me, leaving her cute cunt atop my mouth. After she had me good and hard, she asked me to make her a baby. Apparently, she talked with our sister. I told her it would only happen if you and I did it together, so that would have to wait until she returned since she was flying out in the morning.

I slipped on a condom as she laid with her back on my stomach, inserting my cock in her wet vagina. Straddling me, she pumped up and down.

I flipped her on her back and got between her legs, tasting my precum in her entrance, how I wanted to take the condom off and give her what she wanted, but we have a way we want pregnancies done so no one could know which one of us fathered the child, we were twins, twin dads.

I took hold of my cock and rubbed it between her folds, then pushed my cock all the way in. She climaxed right away, squeezing me so tight in her passage. It was just a couple of more strokes and I was filling the condom with my seed. Mark, you are going to have a fun time when she gets back.” Brian finished.

“Well, wait until you get to spend some time with Dennis, truly a virgin to gay sex at 18. I could have played all night with him if we weren’t so tired. I offered him the job we had for Randy. He is in HR filling out the paperwork now. However, I thought of another position I think will be much better, we will talk about it after we get Abbey on the plane.” I said.

We had breakfast. Dennis joined Abbey and we talked about the business, life in general, and the future. Terry gathered Abbey’s luggage and headed for the airport.

In a couple of weeks our mom, sister and Abbey would be returning and starting their jobs. Not too long from then, we would find out if our sisters were expecting.

So much to look forward…

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Everyone in this tale is over 18.

My cousin and I had known each other all our lives and in fact had grown up next door to one another. We were great friends and as close as any two brothers could be. Bob was almost one month older than me. We were also competitive in an odd sort of way.

Nearly every year from the time we’d turned ten we would choose some skill we wanted to learn and then set about helping each other to learn it. Swimming, magic tricks, shop skills, electronics, astronomy and so on, not to see who was best, just to help one another do the best we could. Little did we know how much this spirit of cooperation was going to help us.

Our mothers were sisters. They had both gotten married at 18 and 19 in a double wedding ceremony and we were born before they were a year older. Our fathers had been great friends and about three years after getting married had become joint owners of a venture capital company. They quickly hit the jackpot on several ventures.

Our families all moved to a couple of adjoining ten acre lots not far from town. Unfortunately they both died in the same airplane accident when my cousin and I were six years old. Our moms were devoted to us and one another. For these last thirteen years they had been very active in local social and school projects. They also certainly had not been doing anything faintly like dating.

Between the insurance settlements and mostly our fathers’ business dealing we were very comfortably and independently well off. As a result more than a few men had come sniffing around for about ten years. Our moms’ had seemingly little interest and had sent them all away as kindly as possible.

Bob and I had started college when we were seventeen and last year on our eighteenth birthday had had a long discussion about officially coming of age and what that might mean. Our college was local, just a few minutes away by bicycle. We’d be graduating in another couple of years and were wondering what next.

Not only were we close but really didn’t want to move away and leave our moms’ both alone in their big houses. We were sure we would miss them and suspected they might really miss us. In the course of talking about all that Bob had spoken up.

“You know Fred we could graduate, find a nice girl, move on, move out and all that get on with our lives stuff but what we’ve got right now is pretty good. It’s a shame there’s not some way to keep from drastic changes.”

He was right of course but life really doesn’t stand still after all. Before I could remark on his wishful thinking he said something that didn’t seem to follow at all.

“Fred, what do you think of my mom?”

“Huh?” I replied intelligently.

“You heard me. What do you think of my mom?”

“Well, after my mom she’s the nicest, prettiest woman I know.”

He replied, “That’s what I thought and it’s also how I feel about your mom.”

“Well, yeah I sort of figured that was the case but so what?”

“So if we both feel enough the same way and agree to it I think I have the most important thing for the two of us to work on for this next year that we ever have but I’m almost afraid to say it out loud. We’re 18 now. I mean we’ve got our hunting licenses. We’re old enough now we can try to get any girl we want to notice us if we want to right?”

“You’re losing me here Bob. Try saying it a little more plainly will ya?” He took a deep breath.

“Okay, so here it is. We each already know the two nicest, prettiest women around and we actually know them pretty well. Why can’t we hunt them? You know, go to the effort to get them to really notice us. See if we can’t seduce them. I hope this doesn’t creep you out Fred but, well, I’ve been having the absolute wildest wet dreams about your mom this last week. It’s like I’m really seeing her as a woman and I’ve got to tell you she is the hottest thing going as far as I am concerned. If you feel, or even think you can come to feel, the same way about my mom then getting their attention by our next birthday should be our job this year. If it works we might end up living in different houses but still be just next door.”

He got it all out in a rush, took another deep breath and just looked at me, waiting.

Apparently we really were a lot more alike than I’d realized. He was perhaps either braver or maybe just less patient than I. I had been waking up to having cum all over myself this last week as well but it was Aunt Jane in my dreams who had caused it in so many amazing, different ways. Yeah, he was right, I sure could feel the same way about his mom as he did for mine.

The thought that the dream might somehow become reality was exciting. It sounded pretty far fetched but in fact I could feel an erection building just thinking about it.

“Bob this is the best idea you’ve ever had but I have to disagree with you on one thing. Aunt Jane is the hottest woman I know and I’m getting a boner just saying it out loud.”

“Well Fred we’re just going to have to agree to disagree on that and I’ve got something pretty stiff muş escort in my shorts right now too.”

Now you can call us a couple of simple minded horny young men and you might not be far off the mark but we were also very single minded once we chose something to work on together. Anyway we started in. More yard work with as little on as possible and as obviously as possible to our two targets. We found ways to take them out on picnics and fine dining. We took a hiking and camping vacation in the mountains. We went swimming in the big pool shared by our two homes. We let them know they looked great which was only the truth.

We did everything but parade around naked but what we couldn’t seem to do was to get them out on anything but double dates. The four of us were closer than we’d ever been but we still couldn’t really tell if we were getting them to notice us as we wanted them too.

Well we were nineteen today. Our mothers would be another year older in a couple of months. Just the four of us for our simple morning birthday party had been nice. We left our mothers beneath the umbrellas by the pool to sip a few cool ones while we stripped down yet again to the briefest of shorts and mowed grass opposite the pool where they lounged.

We waved at them and they waved back as we went off to get the pool cleaning gear together.

The pump for the pool and some of the gear we needed was in a shed beside a hedge near where they were chattering away fairly loudly now. We hadn’t meant to be sneaky or any such thing but just as we opened the shed door we caught the topic of their conversation. Us.

I’m blaming all that happened next on them and our yearlong frustration.

Aunt Jane said, “Those boys of ours have really grown into handsome fellow haven’t they Mary?”

My mom giggled. Giggled! I’d hardly ever hear her do it quite that way. Then she said, “Handsome? Their hot honey, especially your boy. Oh my, is it warm out here or have I just been watching too much of him pushing that mower back and forth do you think?”

She thought Bob was hot? Had I just heard my mom say that?

“It might be that six pack and a half we just went through”, said Aunt Jane.

“Or maybe the two glasses of wine we’ve finished?” queried my mom.

“No. I’ve been having the hots for Fred pretty regularly the last few months myself you know so no, it’s not that we may be a bit tipsy.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right Jane. Is there something wrong with us noticing our kids this way do you think?”

“Maybe, maybe not. I mean we’d have to be blind not to see what’s right there in front of us. Too bad there’s not really anything to do about it but use a couple of fingers to take care of business after I’ve watched for a while. Same for you?”

“Yep”, said mom simply and I heard her take another gulp.

My head was starting to spin. Aunt Jane had been masturbating because of watching me. My mom did the same for Fred. Fred looked as stricken and surprised as I’m sure I did.

“In fact I’m going to take care of that urge right now Mary, care to join me?”

The snake in my shorts felt like it was going to crawl out and strike. I looked at Bob. He looked at me.

We nodded and both went carefully to where we could peek out through the hedge.

We had a nearly full frontal view of them. The both had on sundresses and apparently nothing else. So you can get the picture you need to know my mom was about five foot five and 170 pounds of well endowed curvy woman. Aunt Jane on the other hand was a couple of inches taller but quite svelte with breasts just too full to be perky and derriere to match.

We peeked through just in time to see them pull their dresses up, spread their legs and get busy with themselves. I just couldn’t take in what I was seeing. My aunt and my mother, arching their backs and starting to moan. About the time they both moaned loudly and relaxed after a sudden jerk I came hard in my shorts. I stifled a groan as I looked at Bob. He didn’t appear to be in much better shape.

“I guess we got them to notice after all”, I whispered. Bob just nodded and said, “Ya think?”

I had just had time to begin to think again when they took a big drink of wine, sighed and started up their conversation again.

“That was almost what I needed”, said mom.

“Yep. Only thing better would be if it had really been Fred I was imagining in me instead of my fingers.”

Mom gave a long sigh, nodded agreement and added, “Oh yes, the things I’ve fantasized that Bob could do to me.”

“You know what? We need something from one of those romance novels you read Mary.”

“I read? You read them too sis. What did you have in mind?”

“Well you know, some one comes along and just ravishes the woman whether she wants it or not until she does want it. We just need to get ravished dear.”

Mom laughed and took another swallow of wine. “So you’re saying we need ravished?”

Aunt Jane paused and appeared to give it some thought. “Yeah, maybe it’s the booze or maybe thinking nazilli escort of your son but yeah.”

Mom started shaking her head and laughed some more. “You know what would really happen Jane. With all the karate and self-defense we’ve done we’d probably just take any would-be ravisher right out. Yep there they’d lay with more than just their dicks limp and we’d miss our chance to be ravished.”

Now Jane started laughing and snorting. “Oh sis what a picture that paints but doesn’t part of you want to let them just have at you till you flop like a rag doll?”

“You’ve always had a good imagination Jane. So yes, if a couple of bare chested hunks in ski masks came bursting out of the bushes to have their wicked way with us then maybe I’d think that for an instant but only for an instant. On the other hand if it was Bob I could sure go for it, but he’s my nephew and neither of us is on the pill.”

“I’ve had that thought a few times about Fred too sis but we’re not that much closer to them than cousins really so no matter whether the legal system would allow it or not in my weaker moments I’ve seriously considered sneaking into his bedroom naked and letting nature take it’s course. I mean we’re not getting any younger. Haven’t you thought you’d like to get a bun in your oven one last time or so?”

“I’m a year older than you so it would likely only be one last time but yes in my weaker moments I’ve thought the same about Bob. Heck in my really weak moments I’ve even thought about getting into bed naked with Fred sis. Actually stood nude in the hall, opened his door and stood there staring for I don’t know how long. Just couldn’t get my legs to move forward. He was sleeping nude, on his back with no covers and a huge erection sticking straight up. I was dripping wet and just wanted to impale myself on him. Don’t know what I would have done if he had woken up. Probably run away like I did any way. Oh well.”

Aunt Jane sighed. “You said it sis. Oh well. Let’s lay back and rest for a while. Who knows maybe a couple of rapists will jump out of the bushes and liven up things a bit this afternoon.”

“Right.” And with that they both lay back and closed their eyes.

Bob and I made our way quietly back to the house. We both needed to clean ourselves and our shorts. A cold shower had no real effect at all. On the other hand the two of us really did work on the same wavelength.

“Well Bob you know what I’m thinking don’t you?”

“It’s okay Fred. I know where our ski masks are. You ready to forget the pillaging and burning and just settle for ravishing a couple of women till they come to their senses?”

“You got it. I think I remember where those strap on voice modulator things we used for Halloween are too. We’ll set them on growl mode.”

“Think you can really get into this ravishing thing Bob?”

“The way we’ve worked this last year and then they lay there enjoying themselves and laughing? You bet I can. I plan to screw your mom’s brains right out and hope you do the same to mine.”

Yeah, we were on the same wavelength all right.

A few moments later we peeked through the bushes. They were still resting peacefully. Mom was even snoring gently. We had decided shorts were too confining for the boners we were sporting. Besides we thought it made us look far more convincing.

All we had on were modulators and ski masks when we charged out of the bushes.

“Stand up and strip you two”, Bob shouted with a growl.

They woke up but just lay there staring. ” Strip. NOW!” I shouted.

They both shrieked and stood, still just staring.

By now we were right in front of them about two steps away. Didn’t want to be too close right away. We had taken them to a lot of karate lessons after all. We also knew all the counters to what they’d been taught. They had pretty good reflexes. Mom actually managed to get off a fair crescent kick at Bob. Aunt Jane went straight for my crotch with a nasty kick of her own.

The attack didn’t last long. We spun them around handily and got a good half nelson on each of them.

They really were struggling but there wasn’t much they could do and in a few seconds they realized it.

The hardest thing turned out to be staying focused. We’d never seen either totally naked before. Aunt Jane was facing away from me so I simply unzipped her dress revealing all that bare skin down to her butt. It nearly took my breath away. Hearing the sound of the zipper and feeling the cool air across her bare back made her gasp. That was a sound echoed to my left by my mom as Bob did the same to her.

Keeping a good grip on her right arm I shucked her dress off her left shoulder. Catching her left arm I let her right go and slid off the other sleeve. Her dress pooled around her ankles. What a sight she was. What a beautiful backside. Quivering with tension, beautiful in every way and mine for the taking. I was truly going to do this. I was going to bury my throbbing shaft in her dripping pussy and just pound away.

To nevşehir escort do that though I had to focus. There was a bit more that had to be done.

“Hand her to me Bob.”

.

He gave me my mom’s wrist. I held both women while he got the rope we’d brought. In short order we had them bent naked over the picnic table facing one another with their arms tied to the it’s sides.

We stood for a moment to admire the scene. They were gorgeous, simply gorgeous with feet on the ground, boobs squished on the tabletop and rumps in the air ready to mount.

“You can’t possibly get away with this. Don’t even think it!” shouted my mom.

Bob replied. “Yes we can lady. You’re sure not going to stop us but you are gonna be fucked till you ask for more no matter how long it takes. Don’t think you won’t.”

“Why?” asked aunt Jane.

“Because we really want to so spread your legs and get ready for it,” I answered.

Now neither Bob or I had ever had a girl before but at this point we were in no doubt at all about what we were about to do.

Until mom said, “But I’ve really really got to go pee!” Aunt Jane chimed in with the same.

Darn it. Best laid plans and all that. With all the beer and wine they’d had they surely weren’t kidding.

Even worse it reminded me that Bob and I had had a lot of tea before and after mowing that morning.

I still had a very stiff shaft but all of a sudden I felt the need to pee like a racehorse myself.

I was already standing behind aunt Jane and had thought I was all ready to go. A quick look at Bob standing behind my mom showed him to be in no different shape than I was. What to do? Some ravishers we were turning out to be. Would a real ravisher let this slow him up?

Then inspiration born of sheer single mindedness struck me. No matter how badly I needed to pee I was ready for the first real chance at screwing a woman in my life so the solution was obvious, just screw it!

“So you’ve got to pee do you?” I asked aunt Jane gruffly.

“Yes, I really really do.”

I spanked her spread cheeks smartly and said, “Go ahead and pee then.”

She squealed and rose up on her toes. So did my mom as Bob smacked her.

“All right ladies. This is going to happen right now so quit squirming.” I said.

Of course they both kept squirming. We had to grab the lovely butts in front of us firmly to still them some and didn’t that feel nice in my hands. Stepping forward I used my feet to shove aunt Jane’s legs a lot farther apart. It made it harder for her to squirm around. It also made her a much easier target.

The sight of her now dripping exposed pussy made my breath catch. I could see thick, clear strands swinging several inches long as they slowly descended from her waiting pussy. I made myself quit just staring and focus back on what I wanted to be doing to what I was seeing.

My feet were still holding hers spread apart so I slowly leaned on in. The tip of my now aching shaft pushed gently into the very center of the softness before me. I had never felt or even dreamed how wonderful that touch would feel. I froze in position breathing deeply.

For the first time in my life I was really truly going to do this. To a real, live woman. To my very own aunt Jane! If just touching her this intimately felt this fantastic what could it be to plunge myself all the way in there? I had no idea but knew I was through wondering. I was finally going to find out.

I looked up at that last second. Bob had both his hands full of my mom’s generous butt cheeks. He was looking over the back of her head to stare at his mother’s face. I glanced down to stare at my mother’s face. Her eyes were wide and she was breathing heavily. She and her sister had their gazes locked on one another. It only took a second to take all this in. By now Bob had looked back up at me. I nodded to him and he nodded back.

I made sure I was looking at my mother’s face as I just slapped my swollen shaft all the way into aunt Jane with a splat. I had never seen mom’s eyes get so big around as they did when Bob entered her the same as I had his mother. Both women inhaled sharply and froze in position as did we two. There we stood fully embedded.

Oh. My GOSH! I looked from my mother’s startled face to the grip I had on aunt Jane’s fanny. I forced myself to ease up a little. I didn’t want to bruise her. She was so HOT and Wet and Slick all at once. I felt huge in there like my dick had some how expanded. I could actually feel it throb with my heartbeat.

Then I felt something else entirely.

Aunt Jane squeezed just once. It sort of rippled and clamped along my manhood almost before I realized what had happened. I glanced up in time to see my mom wink her right eye at aunt Jane. It must have been a signal because that’s when it really happened. Aunt Jane bore down hard with the next squeeze. Nature took over and I just exploded into action. My brain was just along for the ride watching what was going on and luxuriating in the feelings.

I watched myself give aunt Jane the longest, hardest, fastest strokes I could. It couldn’t have taken long given the state I was in. All at once I froze, fully inserted and felt my release simply gush out deep inside her for pulse after pulse. About then I also felt aunt Jane’s whole body shudder in my grip.

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Dave and Jenna’s Naked Day

by Zapperz

I was dreaming a dream of ten years previous, a time long before my present reality.

It was 1976, and I was still a civilian living at home, lying naked in bed in my attic room, getting a really good blowjob.

Wendy was naked too, on all fours and straddling me, humping her wet pussy on my left calf, holding my cock in both fists, sliding her sweet mouth up and down, sucking energetically at the two or so inches protruding from her two-fisted grip. I twined my fingers into her curly Afro, moaning as her sucking got really good to me.

She answered my moans with little whimpers, humping my calf a little faster, the tickly bubble inside my loins growing and growing. I was going to explode in her mouth, she’d swallow every drop and I’d still be hard and we’d both want more….

Wendy took one fist away and slid her fingers between her legs, getting them good and slick. Then she pushed two of those slick fingers into my ass, finding my prostate and massaging until the combo of her mouth and fingers made that big tickly come-bubble pop.

I woke up all at once to see Jenna’s sweet mouth working on me, short chestnut pixie curls bouncing, her own moaning O-face as she humped my calf.

It was her fingers inside me as I cried out, jacked my hips up and blasted off in her mouth…. not Wendy’s. And it was her crying out around me, coming from sucking me off…. not Wendy.

When I stopped coming, she stopped sucking, sliding up to kiss me; I tasted myself in her mouth before she scampered away to get a sudsy washcloth to clean us. It was fucking awesome.

My Seiko said it was a little past one in the afternoon, and I noticed a pile of our boots and uniforms by the bed. We’d been so tired at shift’s end that we’d had some Sleepytime herbal tea in the kitchen, then gone upstairs, stripped naked and slid into bed, without even hanging them up. And obviously I’d slept deeply enough to dream of a memorable blowjob delivered ten years ago by the cousin I’d grown up with, back in Dorchester.

She cleaned us both, tossed the washcloth on top of the pile, and lay down next to me, smiling as she explained my spectacularly sexy wake-up.

“An hour ago, I woke up to see you on your back, deep asleep, hard, and huge. I wondered just what you were dreaming of, and got a major lady-boner…. betting you were dreaming of me.”

“I was dreaming about my cousin Wendy sucking me off one night, the summer she graduated from college.”

“You dirtbag…. you should be dreaming of me, your fiancée, sucking you off in your dreams. So how was it?”

“You Do It Better, honey.”

“Excellent answer…. corrected to 100 percent. Anyway, you were hard, and dribbling, and just watching you dream made me so damn horny. I lay next to you and teased my clit for a while, imagining that big thing thrusting inside me. In my pussy, in my mouth…. in my butt. Wondering all the while, what was getting you so hot. Hoping to maybe watch you come in your sleep…. I’ve seen Jamie do that, twice.”

“You horny little thing! And you just watched me and diddled yourself, until—”

“Until I decided it would be nice for us both if I—wait for it!—woke you with a blowjob. After all, you woke me up by going down on me once. I still get wet just thinking about that.”

“I aim to please.”

“When you came in my mouth fireworks went off in my pussy, Dave…. Boston Pops, Fourth of July, 1812 Overture…. all that!”

I felt pleasantly drained, basking in the Esplanade-caliber moment we’d had. “Maybe we should do that more often.”

*************

Jenna had beaten me home that morning, as evidenced by her leaving the little blue plastic Hawaiian lei looped over the garage-door handle. It meant that when I pulled up to the garage door, her beloved Blue Beetle was inside, so it was my turn to park in the driveway.

When I got inside, she was still in uniform, pouring boiling water into the two mugs with our names on them that we’d gifted ourselves our first Christmas together. “Hi, sweetie,” she said, “tea’s on.”

“Sleepytime, I hope,” I said, sliding behind her, kissing her neck and palming her cute little boobs through her BDU top. She giggled, and then we yawned, in unison; we were tired…. crispy fried to a crackly crunch. Tired as fuck.

It was eight-twenty in the morning, and we’d had a busy midnight tour on both sides of the house…. her Law Enforcement flight spent most of the shift shuttling between two different dorms, quieting down drunken airmen fighting over the same rotating cast of dorm whores.

My Missile Security guys kept kumköy escort the missiles in the Ground-Launched Cruise Missile Alert and Maintenance Area (GAMA) quite secure behind three separate fences, a shitload of sensors and barbed wire. It was, however, the Wankham Common Women’s Peace Camp’s favorite day of the week; British law being what it was, the peace women who were permanent residents in the five camps ringing the base got weekly “Social Security”(welfare/unemployment) checks delivered to them.

They could actually claim the camp as a permanent address to get “on the Dole,” and when they got their checks, they found their way to the bank in Melbury to cash them. Then they went to the only bottle-shop in town that would still serve them, and bought cheap wine.

After those purchases, they went to the Black Tower pub in Melbury, off-limits to us Yanks because it was the local source of “Cannabis,” Brit-speak for “weed.” There, they bought enough cannabis to stay baked through their vandalistic orgies.

Back at their camps, they smoked their weed, drank their wine, built bonfires and danced around them, getting high; it was a sure sign that after sundown, they’d be cutting holes in the perimeter fence and coming in to vandalize or sabotage our equipment.

I liked to compare it to John Wayne’s character in Fort Apache, Capt. Kirby Yorke, interpreting the Indian drums.

My Security Response teams assisted the LE side in chasing them down, and The Cops as a whole thwarted their attempts all fucking night; when you can’t be in a real John Ford Cavalry Western, you make do with the Injuns on hand.

Now, the two of us had three days off, and as we dried off after our shower, my frisky fiancée of two months had an idea. I always listen to her ideas.

“Dave, we’ve got enough food and drink that we don’t have to leave this house at all unless World War Three happens, Mars attacks, or our commanders really need us. If we really want something, like Peking Duck, we can have Kerrikabs deliver it.”

“Your point?”

“Let’s stay inside, and have a naked day!”

“Huh?”

“Butt-naked, sweetie. Wearing no clothes, only sneakers in the house…. nothing else. Do everything naked, not just what we usually do naked. All day, all night.”

“Okay then, Naked Day it is!” Kind of a nudist camp for two. Wow. Could be hot .

I splashed on some Chaz, she spritzed some Charlie, both of us laced into our black low-top P-F Flyers; off we went downstairs to scare up a meal, and we apparently had the same thing in mind.

“American Chop Suey for dinner tonight!” Jenna crowed.

“Works for me!” I watched as she pulled the canned ingredients out, cute little boobs jiggling as she bounced around between the cupboards. She actually got me halfway hard as I pulled out our Dutch oven, some onions, peppers, ground beef and, of course, a box of elbow macaroni.

In no time at all, working together, we had the Dutch oven full of the simmering staple of our Boston childhoods. As it cooked, we stood at our kitchen counter sipping beers as we studied each other’s broad-daylight nudity.

“It feels really naughty, doesn’t it?” she giggled, reaching to play with my nipples. I bent to give both of hers a playful lick.

“I think we’re gonna enjoy Naked Day.”

*************

Jenna grew up in Roslindale, a couple of neighborhoods over from me; we both graduated from Boston Technical High School (GO TIGERS!) me in 1971, she in 1976. Her Tech windbreaker with the letter for varsity soccer caught my eye, and so did the woman inside it, the night we met in the Military Terminal at JFK, in January of 1985.

We were enroute to England, and we discovered in conversation that we were assigned to the same base. The conversation as we flew across went on, interrupted only by a snooze or two, for the whole seven-hour flight.

We’d endured the first four months at RAF Wankham Common helping our respective units prepare for the week-long NATO Tactical Evaluation, and we’d been kept apart by work and circumstances. We were so exhausted that our only off-duty contact was phone conversations before bed.

The night the TacEval ended, the pressure was off, and we finally got together the way we both had wanted to.

I took her home with me, and after we took turns showering off a week’s worth of high-stakes war-games, we ate a nice Indian Tandoori meal, delivered by the local taxi company.

Then we snuggled together on my living room couch in sweats, sipping Scotch and Diet Pepsi, watching Doctor Strangelove. (Yeah, irony abounds; ignore it for now.)

By mid-movie, we were out of our sweats, having fierce, crazy sex on my couch, as General Ripper explained Purity kundu escort Of Essence to Group Captain Mandrake.

The end of the next week found us moving her into my rented townhouse, in a village near the base–close enough for a timely response in emergencies, but far enough away to keep the nosy noses of the Tactical Missile Wing at bay.

Our command echelon would heartily disapprove, because Captains aren’t supposed to be sleeping with, much less cohabiting with, Staff Sergeants.

We’d been seen kissing in my car after Base Orientation, the week we reported in; it’d been reported by one of the base’s network of informers. Both our commanders warned us about the evils of—and penalties for–fraternization, and we’d even been watched for a while.

Because of all that crap, we keep our off-duty lives very private, just like the two or three other such couples we know; on-duty, we’re sharply-creased, spit-shined, highly competent professionals who work on opposite sides of the base.

Jenna’s a smart woman with a BA in Political Science from UMass Boston, a line number for Technical Sergeant, and orders to Officer Training School. It’s likely she’ll be a Second Lieutenant before she gets another stripe; all this from a gal who told me she joined the Air Force because she “needed a change of scenery.” Another story, altogether!

The Air Force has generally been a great way of life, but we’ve both had a snootful of the mega-corporate shit-bucket that calls itself the regular military; after she finishes her post-commissioning obligation, we’re leaving active duty and transferring our commissions to the Air National Guard.

Right now, we’re doing our active duty helping to wage the Cold War, such as it is–and, as we’ve revealed to you, doing each other off duty. Speaking of which….

*************

“Looks like dinner’s ready.” She lifted the lid of the stewpot and the aroma filled the kitchen. I turned off the burner as she replaced the lid on the pot, looked up and wiggled her cute little boobs at me. “I’m ready to eat too, Dave.”

I lifted her onto the kitchen counter between the stove and the washer-dryer stack; she sat with her legs open and I was face-to-face with her sexy pussy.

“Oh yeah, sweetie,” she giggled, hooking her legs over my shoulders and pulling me closer to her trimmed, curly patch. I love the way it holds her scent…. to push my nose into it and inhale.

I breathed her in, feeling my cock throb in response, kissing her pussy before I plunged my tongue into her swollen wet heat.

Jenna gasped and moaned, closing her thighs reflexively around my head as I wiggled the hood of her clit around with my tongue, teasing the stiffened little marble underneath. She wriggled around on the countertop, pumping her hips to urge her clit against my lips and tongue, mumbling something I couldn’t really hear as she laced her hands together at the back of my head.

Then her thighs relaxed and quit covering my ears, and I could hear again as I slid my tongue under the hood, lashing her clit as her thighs began to tremble.

“Davey, sweetie! Ohmyfuckingod, do it, I’m gonna—”

Then she was yelling and panting through gritted teeth, pumping wildly as she pulled my head against her pussy, body jerking as her orgasm surged through her.

I kept licking at her clit as she came, until she pushed my mouth away, panting. As I straightened up, she leaped from the counter, slid her arms around my neck and kissed me and we both tasted her.

“C’mon, sweetie,” she said, leading me out of the kitchen and out to the couch. “Dinner will stay warm.”

She pushed me onto the sofa, on my back. Going down on her makes me harder than tax time, and she climbed over me, took my swinging tower in hand and slid herself on, sighing as she hilted herself.

Jenna bent to kiss me, rub her cute little boobs into my chest, and talk dirty to me. I mean, really dirty.

With me all the way inside her, she started slowly grinding her hips up and down, snug wet heat gripping and stroking, and she kissed me and stared into my eyes.

“Dad caught me masturbating in my room, one afternoon,” she whispered, feeling my cock surge inside her and answering it with a good squeeze, giggling and grinding her hips a little faster. “Naked, fresh out of the shower, dried off and lying in my recliner, in the sun that came through the window.”

I had a mental picture of younger Jenna, naked in her sunny room, teasing her nipples with one hand and sliding the other up and down between her open legs. Eyes closed, thinking of…. what?

“Thinking of Jamie, because he was coming down from Goddard for the weekend…. and bringing Bernie.”

Oh yeah, your twin brother kurtköy escort and his then-girlfriend-now-spouse, who met at that hippie-dippie alternative college in Vermont.

Jenna has mentioned, from time to time, that the three of them spent their first couple years of college hanging out together on the weekends, having every kind of sex two girls and a guy could do. They reasoned that it was safer than dating, more convenient, and a hell of a lot more fun. I got that—to an extent, my college years with Wendy were similar.

My mental picture became Jenna on her back in bed, her brother licking her pussy while Bernie sucked her nipples, one then the other, moaning their names, drifting from orgasm to orgasm. Oh my God.

And now the tickly come-bubble inside me was back and growing as I saw her in my mind, lying in the recliner, rubbing faster, pumping her hips at her fingers, thighs starting to tremble.

She lay on top of me grinding her hips harder and faster, hissing breaths between her whispers.

“I heard footsteps on the stairs outside and I thought I was going to time it so he’d see me come as he walked in, and I was moaning, “yes, Jamie, yes…. do it to me!” as the door opened. I came wicked hard, thinking I was coming in front of my brother!”

I was wishing I’d been there as her pussy clamped tighter around me and brought me fully back into the now.

“I opened my eyes, and instead of Jamie taking off his clothes, there was my Dad, open-mouthed and fucking speechless, holding my mail! Ohhh Gawddd!”

Jenna put her head down and screamed into my chest through gritted teeth, pounding her loins against mine, trying to get me deeper as my come-bubble burst and I shot a good hot load inside her.

The two of us spasmed against each other, riding the sensation as far as it let us go. Finally, we lay limp and panting in each other’s arms, and she delivered the rest of the story.

“Dad apologized, left the mail on my bed and nearly fell getting out of the room and back downstairs,” she whispered, “but not before I noticed he got a boner. He got hard in his sweatpants, watching his daughter come! Mom was doing something down in the kitchen, but not for long–as I lay there, I heard them giggling, then I heard him bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her silly!”

“And you masturbated some more, I bet.”

“Oh yeah…. it turned me on to know my Dad got hard watching me come, and that fantasy really took off; Electra isn’t just a town in Texas, and oh my God, you’re still hard. I want you on top now, sweetie.”

My turn to push her onto the couch on her back, open her legs as she took a long glance at the big bouncing thing that had lately been inside her…. and drew her knees up, offering her pussy to me with a challenge.

“Do you want to fuck your Princess, Daddy?”

We like our fantasy play…. I mean really like it.

I’m a downed pilot, she’s a Resistance fighter; she’s Miss Scarlett and I’m the Mandingo who makes her forget all about Rhett. I’m the Traveling Salesman, she’s the Farmer’s Daughter; she’s the Professor willing to give me an A so she can carry out advanced studies of the big-ass bulge in my jeans.

Sometimes we create our own Blue Lagoon, or some variation on the theme; our fantasies are a great place to get away from the reality of our Cold War lives.

Whether she’s the babysitter getting a ride home or just being a Princess, Jenna only wants Daddy to fuck her good…. so here we are in one of the fantasy rooms that turns us on most.

“I see the way you look at me when nobody else can see, Daddy. You want to touch my butt like you do Mom’s, rub my special places, kiss my neck and make me want you. I don’t even mind if you see me naked, Daddy.”

She dipped between her legs, showed me her wet fingers. “See how wet I am? Looking at my perky teenage boobs and my cute little butt makes you hard.” Oh yeah, sure does.

Her breathing quickened, she was really getting into this and so was I…. my turn to excite her.

“You’ve seen me hard, too, haven’t you? Peeping on me when I jerked off in the shower so I’d last longer when I fucked your Mom.” She nodded, a hungry look in her eyes.

“Then you watched me fuck your Mom through the half-open bedroom door…. touching yourself, wanting to be her, wanting Daddy to fuck you, didn’t you?”

“I know you want me, Daddy…. please fuck me.” I pulled her close, kissed her, slipped my tongue into her ear.

“You are at that age, Princess…. when a girl really needs her Dad.”

Then I thrust forward and down, sliding into her tight heat as she curled her pussy up, burying me all the way inside her, moaning and clinging to me.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” she cried, thrusting up at me, “fuck your Princess!”

I held her shoulders and just fucked her. “So tight, honey…. just like your Mom!”

Jenna just breathed long moaning breaths that matched my fucking rhythm, whimpering every time I hit bottom inside. Her nipples rubbed into my chest as I drove her into the couch cushions.

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I’d finished my work for the Kingdom of Magic and returned my character costume full of sweat and stains. Hopefully I hadn’t caught anything from the whores I’d fucked dressed up as Kingdom of Magic’s princesses (another story I’ll share). Now I knew slutty looking Kat was more or less a pedomom, with a split personality. I was desperate to get my cock inside Abi’s tight cunt even though she was 18. A virgin, and I would love to break her in.

On the way back through the underground tunnels under the park, I noticed a door was ajar, and I stuck my head in, hearing the park’s theme tunes on the speakers inside. It was dark in the room, with four cinema-like seats and a shaft of light. At first, I thought it was a huge TV; then I realized it was a two-way mirror, like something from a spy film or a porn theatre.

The room on the other side of the glass was the fantasy-themed area, predominantly featuring the newest Kingdom characters — Myth the unicorn and Griz the brown bear. The room was awash with colors and moldings–a magical forest, a grotto cave, just like the theme park, with some of the characters as life-size statues. I could see two of the teen princesses from earlier talking and laughing, still in their dresses. There were two large beds, with pajamas laid out on each. It was an expensive room, weird, but alluring. Its use, whether a children’s hospital ward or a nap-time playroom, was unclear. Who knows? It was beyond belief, whatever it was. The Kingdom clearly had plenty of secrets and surprises.

I buzz sounded over the sound system and the eighteen-year-old teens took off their princess dresses. Flawless skin, tight bodies, little pink tops and panties. Then to my amazement they stripped down further, I starred in wonder at their nakedness, pert arses and firm tits, that stirred my cock.

Taking clothes from the bed the one with the bigger tits put on white pyjamas with lilac, pinks and grey colours of unicorn heads on the bottoms, and one large one on the centre of the top.

The other girl’ s was cream but with the head of brown bears printed on them instead. Uni-girl and Bear-girl, I named them in my mind. Ah, they must be staying over, this must be part of the hotel. Then why the two way mirror? I thought.

I rubbed and adjusted and my cock in my jeans watching them laugh and roll, then jump from bed to bed, the Uni-girl’s pig tails kırşehir escort and the Bea-girls ponytail flicking in the air. I could catch their voices quite clear over the speakers. Their stomach showed as they jumped, their painted red toes and soles perfect for cuming on, got me hard instantly.

I shuddered as Myth and Griz came to life–not statues or animatronics, but cast members in costume suits. I noticed they were modified; I could see their hands, no trot or paw gloves. Their costumes had holes for their well hung cocks. While they all played together happily, it was clear what Griz and Myth had in store for these two beauties.

I watched the as the Myth knelt on the bed facing the mirror, his cock getting big as Uni-girl stopped bouncing on the bed. She got on all fours in front of him and rested on her elbows as Myth gave her ass and tight hairy trimmed minge a push with his horn on his head. Between the horn and him being hung like a horse and I was genuinely worried for the girl. He pulled down her elasticated waste to her knees and rested his huge cock along on her little bum and dimpled back, that match her cute dimpled cheeks on her face. Her blue eyes lit up, and she got a big grin on her face making the bulge in my pants bigger.

Bear-girl was instructed Griz gruffly, impressively in character to take off her top, which she did. She was a little thinner and taller than Uni. Standing there posing topless with perfectly shaped little titties and a beaming smile on her face, she took off her bottoms and was completely naked again! She leapt off the bed and flung her arms around Griz’s neck, and kissed his plastic and fur face as he held her up as his cock grew big below. Griz lowered Bear-girl on to his fat prick, and she started bouncing up and down on Griz’s cock, she seemed to love having his thick dick stretching out her young wet pussy.

I leaned forward watching, my hand rubbing my jeans, as precum dampened my pants. Biting her lip Uni’s eyes watered as Myth’s giant cock stuffed her doggy style like a horse mounting a mare. The fucking prick hooked the little girl mouth with his index fingers, pulling contorting her pretty face as he fucked her hard increasing his rhythm. Through the speakers bellowed his characters high pitched muffled voice, “Fuck me! Her tight pussy is gripping my pedocock!”

Myth’s balls kızılay escort slapped as he thrust against Uni-girl, rocking her pigtails. Getting ready to blast his hot creamy cum into her sweet swollen pussy, he reached around her front yanking and stretching her unicorn pj top over her shoulder using it like a reins, revealing her bouncing young breasts. “I’m going to cum!” He said, choking the poor kid with her top, “Good girl,” he sneered, as he emptied his sacks.

After pulling the Uni back further he released her and she face planted the bed, slumping as his softening spent cock slipped out of her cum filled pussy. Finally Uni-girl sat up disorientated with cum oozing out on the bed. Myth climbed off the bed and chuckled, “That bitch was good!” He stated proudly to the mirror. Did they know I was there? I thought. He was a bit of a prick, but the events still a kept my dripping cock hard.

Bear-girl continued to bounce and squeal on Griz’s thick cock, but when Myth got closer Griz flopped her onto the bed.

Sweating in their costumes like pedos in a park, I watched as the two men manhandle and groped Bear-girl’s slim, sporty body, squeezing her budding breasts and twisting her nipples. It began to make Myth hard again. They took turns pushing their fingers deep inside her pussy, finger fucking her quim and trying to fist the poor things hole. Yet she seemed to like it. She laid there exhausted smiling, trying to catch her breath and looked over at Uni who was on her side still out of it.

After turning Bear over onto her hands and knees, Griz held her ponytail stuffed his cock into her mouth and started face fucking her.

“I love her tits are just little bumps… Those hard erect nipples are to die for,” said Myth, and grabbed her waist and drove his massive cock into her bald, clean shaved pussy, fucking her from behind, like a giant dog on heat, just like he did with Uni.

Myth high-fived the brown bear, “Griz, your step-daughter is an awesome fuck, she’s a little taller than mine, and that hairless pussy is as cute as her ass.” Myth said, in his high stupid voice ploughing balls deep in Bear-girl.

“Your teen step-daughter fucking sexy too, it love her dimples and her bigger tits.” Replied Griz in his deep bear voice. As he gripped his step-daughter’s ponytail hard, he glanced over a Uni-girl getting kızıltepe escort dressed again her inner thighs still full of cum, her top stretched nearly to her knees

Myth saw him looking at Uni, “On her birthday, her mom taught her how to suck my cock. Two days later I was fucking her and never looked back since,” stated Myth, pumping in and out of Griz’s stepdaughter’s pussy, holding her little waist as firmly as he could.

With that I pulled out my cock. Watching Uni sitting on the bed and Bear getting spit roasted I tugged my dick in the dark. I looked over at Griz slowly pushing his fat cock in his stepdaughters mouth. Rocking rhythmically on her hands and knees she crossed her eyes while sucking off her stepfather. Myth continued pumping his big cock in and out of her young pussy and let out a grunt, “I’m gonna shoot my load Griz!”

“Me too!” Growled Griz.

Myth jammed his balls against Bear’s ass as his huge dick exploded filling her pusssy with bucket loads of cum! I watched Griz hold Bear’s head up by her hair, as he whipped his dick out of her mouth and shoot reams of cum over her face and her cute little pointy tongue.

Myth withdrew his cock from her cum filled hairless pussy as it dripped on the kiddie bedding. Bear-girl looked over her shoulder at the mirror, swallowed a load and giggled wiping her mouth with her ponytail. More juices began flowing out of her, running down her legs which made me cum hard… I shot over the floor, straight up the carpeted wall on to the two way mirror.

Bear climbed off the bed and could hardly and climbed on the other bed, the exhausted step-daughters shared a passionate tongue kiss, sharing Griz’s jizz juices on their faces.

“Don’t they look so adorable together?” asked Myth squeakily.

“Does a pedobear shit in the woods?” chuckled Griz, getting onto he bed swatting on over the girls who started giggling.

“They are so ready!” Myth said, jumping onto the bed with his cock in his hand like a firehose.

Knowingly smiling, they looked up at their step-dads, as Griz dropped a perfect shaped log on Uni-girls stretched unicorn top. Myth began to hose the girls down with his warm piss, as Griz moved his ass dropping a second brown shit on his stepdaughter’s stomach. The dirty bitch lent up to lick his asshole, and he then stood next to Myth and began pissing too. As Uni and Bear fingered their sore pussies, flicking their clits, streams of piss rained down on the pair, leaving them dirty and drenched.

Shocked, wide-eyed I sat back in the chair as my cock softened. It was a magic mirror of sorts. “Those bitches are something else,” I sighed as my spunk dried on the 2-way mirror.

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This work of fiction is tagged as Incest/Taboo and describes sexual activity between siblings who are 18 or older. If that type of story is not for you, try one of my others.

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As the name implies, there might be a small amount of cross-dressing in here. That will not be the focus of the story.

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~~~ Wake ~~~

I stood, hand-in-hand, with my sister and my girlfriend, waiting our turn to talk to Nadine, my ex. I didn’t want to be here – not at all. Jessi had told me that I had to come. When mom told me that she and dad were coming, and bringing my younger siblings, I knew it was a lost cause. Bridget held dad’s hand; Rodney held mom’s. I dreaded this. What was I supposed to say? The last time I had seen Nadine’s mom and dad, we had still been dating. I wanted to throw up. Jessi and Kit (well, Kat) squeezed my sweaty hands for the thousandth time – no doubt trying to lend me courage. Either that, or they could see I was thinking about throwing up and were trying to distract me.

~~~ Nadine ~~~

The four of us sat in Nadine’s front room. She was on the couch, Jessi was in the recliner, I was on the coffee table and Kat was on Nadine’s left.

“Please promise that you’ll hear me out, Nadine said, “and not make a decision until I’ve answered all of your questions.”

“We promise,” Jessi said, nudging my knee with her foot.

“Promise,” I agreed, quietly – not really of my own volition.

Nadine cleared her throat – and then hesitated. A gasping sigh ran through her – as if she’d just gotten done crying. I tried to look at her eyes; they were pointed at the floor.

“His name was Jerry,” she said. “It was only that one night. Up until he came inside of me, I was convinced that he was everything that I thought I’d been missing with you,” Nadine said, sob-sighing again. “As soon as he climaxed, I discovered how little I meant – and how much of a sham everything had been. The cards, the notes, the flowers – everything was just to get me to agree to fuck him. I never even came. It didn’t matter to him; he just assumed he could keep buying things and I’d spread my legs for him. His words weren’t that blunt – or crass – but I could tell. When I wouldn’t fuck him again after that, the house of cards collapsed within a day or two.”

The rest of us sat, waiting.

“By then, I was sure you,” Nadine looked at Jessi, “had either poisoned Jake against me – or you two were fucking.” She looked at Kat, and said, “… and then you showed up.”

“I …” I began.

She held up a finger and said, “You promised.”

It was the pain in her eyes that stilled my tongue. I nodded.

She turned to face me directly.

“I took you for granted,” she said. “I realize, now, what I’ve lost. My first request is that you will forgive me – first for doubting that you cared for me – and second – for throwing that away – for running to another man.”

I wasn’t sure what to do.

Jessi leaned forward and grabbed our hands and put them together. I looked up at her and she nodded her head towards Nadine.

I coughed, to clear my throat, and said, “You’re forgiven.”

Nadine pulled her hand back, covered her face with both of them, and began sobbing.

Kat and Jessi each grabbed my hands – and pulled – propelling me out of my seat and onto my feet – putting me off-balance – and sending me towards my ex-girlfriend. I turned and sat on the couch next to her. When I looked at my sister, she nodded her head at Nadine again. I looked at Kat and she nodded her head in agreement. I put an arm around her.

Nadine immediately curled into my side. Her hands still covering her face – as sobs continued to escape her body. Convulsions wracked her frame as she snuggled into me and cried.

I held her until she stopped.

“Sorry,” she said. “I’m a fucking mess.”

Up to that point, I had still been worried about defending me – about keeping my relationship with my lovers a secret. The two of them were trying to tell me to pay attention to Nadine – my ex – but I hadn’t been listening. I was still only focused on me. I realized she needed me more than I needed to justify myself.

I hooked my right hand around her left knee and pulled – until she was straddling my lap, facing me. I grabbed her hips and ass and pulled her closer.

She threaded her hands through my arms and around my ribs – and clung to me. She was sobbing again.

“Hey,” I called to her between sobs – pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Beautiful.”

For a few seconds, she just seemed to cry harder. Finally, the tumult receded. She sat up, looked into my eyes, and said, “God, I’ve missed that.”

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey,” she responded, a smile trying to creep in – before her brain smashed it and the tears were flowing once more.

Her chin trembled – and the trembling moved to her lips.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.

“Jacob!” she gasped – grabbing the back of my shirt and pulling herself into me again.

At karaman escort least she wasn’t crying anymore – well – she wasn’t sobbing. There were still streams of tears running down her face. Her hands had left my sides and were now holding my face – as she kissed me – over and over again – as if she would die if she stopped.

“It’s all right,” I said, pulling her tightly against me.

“It’s not!” she gasped. “First, I lost you and now I’ve lost mom and dad!”

“It’s okay,” I assured her again – not really sure how it could be.

Another shuddering-sigh wracked her body and she leaned back to look into my face. I sat there as she examined every feature – my eyes, my nose, my mouth …

“I will do anything,” she said, “anything – to be a part of your life again. I need you. I knew I screwed up before mom and dad were killed – I just didn’t know how to tell you. But now – now – I’m desperate. You don’t know how much it meant to me when you came to the wake.”

“I didn’t want to. Kat and Jessi made me.”

She looked like I had slapped her. “I’m sorry,” she said, climbing to her feet.

“Nadine!” I yelled.

“What?” she asked quietly, staring at the floor. Her arms hung limply at her sides.

“I’m a fucking mess,” I told her – stealing her line from before.

She snort-laughed and said, “No. I’m a fucking mess.”

I pulled her back onto my lap – straddling my legs once more. I wrapped my arms around her.

“I didn’t NOT want to come to the wake because I was mad at you. I mean … I WAS mad at you – before – but that’s not why. I didn’t want to come because I didn’t know what to say.”

“You didn’t have to say anything. When I saw your family – and then you and Jessi – I can’t tell you what a burden that took off of me. I was sure you still hated me.”

“I never hated you,” I told her.

“You said you were mad,” she replied.

“I WAS mad. I was SO mad.”

“You had a right to be,” she said, quietly.

“… but I don’t hate you. I NEVER did. I couldn’t.”

“I broke your trust – and then lied to you – and then got defensive and belligerent when you confronted me – rather than doing what I should have done and begged for forgiveness before you replaced me.”

“I didn’t replace you – I just found somebody else to fuck,” I told her.

“Same thing,” she sighed.

“It’s not,” I assured her.

“What’s that mean?” she asked.

“It means there’s still a part of me that belongs to you.”

“Still?”

“It’s kinda fucked up right now,” I said.

She snort-laughed – which turned into a hiccup-sob.

“I need to ask you a question but I have to do it carefully,” I told her.

“Okay,” she said, looking directly into my eyes.

I thought for a second.

“First,” I asked, “why are we here?”

“I don’t have anybody anymore,” Nadine said. “I was going to beg you to live here just so I don’t have to be alone. I’m not asking for anything else. I needed to know you could forgive me. Other than that, I just need somebody to live here – somebody I trust. Right now, you and your family are the only ones in that circle. I just need your presence – to keep me from feeling haunted.” She looked to her left and right and said, “You and whoever you want. I’ll just be a housemate. Okay? I know you guys are living at your parents’ house right now. I’m sure it’s awkward for your mom.”

I took her cheeks in my hands and smiled as I looked into her face.

“Are you still stalking me?”

“I fucked up, Jake. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I fucked it up. I can’t stop thinking about you, wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, what you’re eating. I’m obsessed with you.”

“If I live here, are you going to try to run my life?”

“You have no idea how quiet it is in this house. I sleep with all of the lights on. I still imagine my parents walking around. If you won’t live here, I’m going to have to sell the house and move – and I don’t know where – or how.”

“You’re asking us to change some pretty big things,” Jessi said, speaking up.

“I understand that,” Nadine told her, climbing off of my lap to sit between Kat and me once more.

Jessi just looked at her. I was pretty sure my older sister was trying to figure out how to ask the next question.

Nadine looked back and forth between Kat and Jessi. She moved to sit on the coffee table and motioned for Jessi to sit next to me.

I scooted over to sit by Kat and Jessi dropped in on my right.

“Look,” Nadine said. “I realize this is a big ask. You three don’t need me. I need YOU – or at least Jake. I realize that’s more than I can ask because I no longer have a relationship with him – so I’m appealing to you two as much as him.”

“You’d let all three of us move in here?” Jessi asked.

“Yes. The house is paid for. Mom and dad’s life insurance should cover everything while I get through college. It doesn’t have to be forever – you guys living here – just three or four years – that’s karasu escort all I’m asking for. Let me get used to being by myself. Live here until you’re finished with college and have good jobs and then we can all go our separate ways.”

“Do you want to fuck Jake?” Jessi asked her.

“No. I just don’t want to live here by myself.”

“Get a roommate,” Jessi suggested.

I …”

Jessi let her struggle for a few seconds before she asked again, “Do you want to fuck Jake?”

Nadine’s eyes shot from Jessi’s to mine to Kat’s and back to Jessi’s.

“Yes,” she admitted, looking at the floor again.

“Are you willing to share?”

My ex-girlfriend’s eyes shot to Kat, silently asking the next question.

“Nadine,” Jessi called – getting her to focus again.

Staring at the floor, she asked “What?”

“Are you willing to share Jake – with me?”

Her eyes widened and returned to Jessi’s.

“So …” Nadine started to ask.

“Answer the question,” Jessi demanded. “No beating around the bush. No deception – especially not to yourself.”

Her eyes went back to the floor.

“Let me rephrase the question,” Jessi said.

Nadine cautiously looked at her again.

“Let’s assume that the three of us take your offer. It’s a good deal. And – yes – it would make my mom happier. We’d probably have to host Bridget and Rodney after school – at least for a while – but that’s workable. So, let’s assume that – for now at least – we’re all going to be living here.”

“Okay,” Nadine said, sniffling.

“Are you going to cause any shit when Kat and I are sucking and fucking Jake?”

“That’s your business,” Nadine assured my sister – her face impassive.

“… but you would like to share?”

Her eyes went to mine – and then back to Jessi’s.

“Assuming that’s okay with … everybody.”

“The relationship we have right now is …,” my sister said, “let’s call it … non-exclusive.”

“Okay,” Nadine said.

“IF Kat and I agree to share Jake, you’d have to agree to play nice in return.”

Her eyes shot to mine.

Jessi spoke again – pulling Nadine’s eyes away once more. “You heard what Jake said, he hasn’t REPLACED you; he’s just fucking other people at the moment.”

“Look …” I said, finally.

“Yes! I’ll share,” Nadine interjected. “I mean, I’m willing to share – if you’re willing to let me.”

“Kat?” Jessi asked.

“How many more people are we inviting into the Jake’s Needy Girls Club?” she asked Jessi. She looked like she was only half-joking.

“Unless he’s got a side-bitch we don’t know about, this should be it,” my sister replied, smirking a little.

“Fine – but I want first pick,” Kat said.

“1-2-3, 3-2-1,” Jessi replied. “First pick and last pick?”

“That’s fine. I want Friday nights. I’m good with whatever after that.”

I cleared my throat to interject – and was immediately told to be quiet.

“Nadine?”

“Yes?”

“Do you want 2nd and 5th picks – or 3rd and 4th picks?”

“For what?”

“For picking which nights we get Jake in our bed. On your night, you can share with whoever you want – or keep him to yourself – but it counts as your night.”

“Jake?” Nadine asked, looking into my face.

“He doesn’t get to pick,” Jessi said.

“Why not?”

“Cuz he’s getting unlimited pussy.”

Nadine looked at me.

I grinned and shrugged.

“You’re okay with this?” she asked me.

“It’s a little change from what we were doing but yeah.”

“You don’t care that we’re auctioning you off like a piece of meat? You’re okay with this?”

I leaned forward and took her hands in mine. “Do you still like me?” I asked her.

“I just admitted to being obsessed with you, yeah.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

She looked at the other two women before saying, “Yes.”

“I like you and I want to have sex with you,” I told her.

“I like your cock and I want to have sex with you,” Kat said, snickering, wrapping herself around my left arm.

“I like you, your tongue, and your cock and I want to have sex with you every day,” my sister cooed, wrapping herself around my right arm.

“Not on Fridays, bitch,” Kat growled.

I rubbed my thumbs across Nadine’s knuckles and said, “Up to you – we can be roomies or fuck-buddies.”

“Fuck-buddies?”

Jessi leaned towards my ex-girlfriend and asked, “He’s trying to be funny. When have you ever known him not to care about you as he was plowing your cunt?”

Nadine looked at Jessi and said, “You pick first. I feel like I’m about to explode right now.”

“Explode, how?” Kat asked. “Like melting heart – or like jizz yourself.”

“Both?” Nadine asked, a smile trying to sneak onto her face.

“When’s the last time you orgasmed?” my sister asked her.

Her eyes shot to the floor, and she whispered something we couldn’t hear.

“What was that?” Jessi asked.

A little more loudly – but not that much – Nadine said, “The last time I had sex karatay escort with Jake.”

“Like three months ago?!” Jessi asked, incredulously.

Nadine nodded, eyes still downcast.

“Get your clothes off,” Nadine ordered. “Everybody get naked.” When Nadine hesitated, she changed the command to, “Nadine. We’re going to get naked and fuck. If you want to participate, you need to get naked as well.”

Jessi and Kat were nude before I had more than my shirt off.

“Jake, get her undressed. Kat, grab that fleece blanket and put it on the coffee table.”

I pulled Nadine up from the low table and wrapped her in a hug. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked.

“Are you?” she asked. “You can forgive me this easily?”

“I already forgave you,” I reminded her – before adding, “and I think you’ve punished yourself enough.”

“Yeah. Now we’re gonna punish your pussy,” Jessi said. “Jake, quit fucking around.”

I gave my ex-girlfriend a quick peck on the lips. She stared at me as I began removing her clothes. My sister and my new girlfriend were soon pulling clothing from her as well. In seconds, she was lying on her back on the coffee table like some kind of Aztec sacrifice.

Jessi was on Nadine’s right; Kat was on her left; I was between her knees; her feet were flat on the floor. Like a Seal team, the three of us coordinated our assault so that Nadine was too overwhelmed to do anything more than endure it. She felt three hot mouths on her body make contact all at the same time. She gasped and her body started spasming. All I had done was press the flat of my tongue against the bottom of her slit – over her vaginal entrance. I had just been getting ready to lick upwards when her body shook and she came – shooting a small blast of girl-jizz onto my tongue.

“Oh! Fuck! Oh! God!” she screamed.

I looked up to see her pressing her hands onto the backs of Kat and Jessi’s heads as they attacked her firm B-cup breasts. Nadine was writhing. Her body was moving the thin blanket around on the coffee table. I cupped her ass-cheeks in my palms and started kissing, licking, and nibbling – around and through her vulva.

She came two more times before my sister called for a change in the strategy. Jessi had me sit in the middle of the couch, scooted slightly forward. She backed Nadine onto my legs. Kat lined my cock up with my former girlfriend’s cunt and my sister shoved her onto my lap – and prick. My two lovers moved Nadine’s lower legs outside of mine, spreading her wide. Jessi directed me to grope Nadine’s tits – just as she knelt in front of us – between my knees – to lick Nadine’s clit and our joined sexes. Nadine moaned, I grabbed her hips, and I started bouncing her up and down on my aching cock – as my sister licked both of us.

Kat took over mauling Nadine’s tits – and kissed her hard. The sexy sounds she was getting my ex-girlfriend to emit were making my balls churn. I slowed my thrusts and slammed Nadine’s grasping cunt onto my prick as hard as I could – banging into her cervix just enough to make her grunt and groan – before she moaned from what Jessi was doing.

Jessi traded Kat places and told Nadine, “Get ready to taste your slutty cunt on my tongue, sexy bitch.” Nadine moaned as my sister French-kissed her – holding her face in her hands. Nadine’s hand grabbed the back of my sister’s knee – to hold her close – and Jessi moaned as well.

“Gonna cum,” I warned them.

Jessi yelled, “Suck her clit!” to Kat – just before she started doing something to Nadine’s chest.

I wasn’t sure what all was going on. Kat was between my knees, cupping my balls in her hand, with her face trying to keep up with my thrusts into Nadine. Jessi was either sucking, licking, or biting my ex’s tits. Nadine was screaming, “Fuck!” over and over again.

When my cock lurched and my balls fired, I pressed her down onto my dick as hard as I could. No longer fighting to track a moving target, Kat latched onto Nadine’s clitoris and sucked hard – at least that’s what I assume happened – because Nadine let out a long high-pitched scream as her pussy clenched around my cock over and over. She squirted, and then she tried shoving Kat’s head away. Kat, however, was now busy lapping at our overflowing jizz – both Nadine’s and mine. Nadine was still trying to push her away but suddenly went limp. “Hold up!” I called out.

I helped Kat and Jessi get Nadine’s limp body off of me. We laid her to my right and the girls covered her with the fleece throw. My sister sucked my cock until I was hard again and then she sat on my lap – as Nadine had been – and rode me until she was close to cumming. I held her ass in my palms and jack-hammer fucked my cock up into her as Kat sucked her clit. She screamed our names and came hard. Once she had recovered, we did the same thing to Kat.

The girls found some more light blankets and each leaned back in a recliner to nap. I laid back on the couch, pulling Nadine on top of me. She had woken up while I was fucking my sister – watching me make both my older sibling and my new girlfriend cum. I wrapped my arms and legs around her and pulled the fleece on top of our naked bodies. We kissed and snuggled a little before she laid her head against my chest and I held her tightly as we fell asleep.

~~~ Dinner ~~~

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A Dirty But Wonderful Little Secret

by Trigudis

It snuck up on him like this stealthy thing in the night, then pounced with authority. No, not an alligator or a grizzly bear, but a taboo attraction that Brad Lanier could no longer deny. Brad Lanier, nineteen-year-old college student in pre-law and seemingly “normal” in every way, had developed a serious attraction to Steffi Lanier, his forty-three-year-old mom.

He never saw it coming until he entered his first year in college. That’s when he took notice of Steffi wearing skimpy clothes around the house or doing household chores such as laundry where he caught her bending over the washing machine wearing attire that turned him on, such as those short, tight skirts she seemed to favor. And there were the times when she went into his room to discuss something wearing a skimpy nightgown. He’d be sitting at his desk and she’d lounge on his bed, folding her legs under her. Her nightgown would ride up, exposing her crotch, covered only by panties so thin he could almost see through them.

Knowing full-well that it was taboo to sexualize family members, he kept his salacious thoughts to himself. There would be consequences for confiding in his older sister Merle or a friend. Friends would ridicule him and Merle, no doubt, would suggest he run to the nearest psychiatrist. And his dad Clifford…Ohmygod, all hell would break loose. It’s a good thing that his parents divorced a few years before. Brad called his dad a “common sense man,” meaning that he walked a straight and narrow path, never straying from society’s accepted norms of behavior. The divorce was his only “black mark” as far as Brad knew.

Brad wanted to purge his taboo thoughts from his mind. He tried but he couldn’t do it. He knew things were getting serious when Steffi became frequent masturbation material. Did she sense what was going on with him? Did she even have a clue? He wasn’t sure. He did take some comfort in knowing that he wasn’t the only one who thought his mom was hot. Friends he brought over to his house freely admitted it. She was the “older woman” standing at the deli counter or anywhere else in public where both boys and men took notice and women her age admired, if not envied. She was one of those rare women who stayed pretty into middle-age. Her face was still devoid of the wrinkles that began to appear on some women her age. But even if they had, it wouldn’t be enough to spoil her cosmetics model-like visage, formed by a wide, sensuous mouth, lovely cheek bones and big hazel eyes that almost forced guys to take a second look.

If you’ve got it, flaunt it, the saying went, and Steffi Lanier did, without being slutty about it. She wore dresses and skirts that showed off her slim but curvy calves and thighs, and she was seldom seen at the pool or beach wearing anything but a bikini. Once, during a 2022 trip to Ocean City, she even wore a thong. She did it on a dare from Louise, a divorced girlfriend she traveled with. “You’ll drive them wild with that sexy booty of yours,” Louise had said. And she did, judging from those guys of all ages, gawking at her front and rear as she traipsed along the beach from beach lounger to ocean and back again.

Yes, Steffi had her admirers, including her own son who found himself drifting toward doing something beyond gawking and fantasizing. The thing is, he didn’t know how or where to start. More important, how would Steffi react to something so outrageous? Not very well, he surmised. Sexual attraction, to go toward where the admirer wanted to go, needed someone to meet halfway, and Brad didn’t see that happening.

That is, until one day, a Saturday, when Steffi was vacuuming the living room carpet and Brad caught her squatting down, using the machine’s extension to vacuum along one of the baseboards. She was wearing a tight, blue denim house skirt, short enough for Brad to see up to her blue panties. He was across the room, sitting on the sofa, watching college football and wearing his typical around the house attire, socks, shorts and a Pittsburg Steeler’s jersey. He was into the game, but not so absorbed that he not only noticed but made little effort to hide it. In that incendiary moment, getting an eyeful of his mom in that revealing position, exposing her luscious thighs and underwear took priority over action on the gridiron.

Still in the squat position, Steffi looked up, pursed her lips and grinned. “See anything interesting?” she asked.

Nervously, Brad said, “Um, no, mom.” He trained his eyes back on the game, embarrassed and figuratively kicking himself, while also feeling an erection coming on.

When Steffi finished her vacuuming, she came over and sat beside him. “Close game,” she said after seeing the score between Maryland and Clemson.

Brad nodded, keeping his eyes on the fifty-inch, wall-mounted screen. “A defensive struggle,” he said, in reference to the 7 to 7 score going into the fourth quarter.

She crossed her legs, which inched her skirt up a couple inches. She tugged izmir escort it down, then said, “Look, son, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“Embarrassed me?” His eyes stayed on the game.

She knew he knew but played along. “With my inappropriate comment.”

He turned to face her. “About seeing anything interesting, I guess you mean.”

“Yes. I shouldn’t be saying things like that to you.” She sighed. “Look, I think it might be time to talk about something that we’re both aware of but makes us skittish to discuss. If you’re uncomfortable, let me know and we can save it for another day. Because I’m about to ask you something that’s also inappropriate.”

“Okay.”

She bent forward, sliding her hands over her shapely calves and took a deep breath. “Okay, here goes. Brad, are you attracted to me? Sexually, I mean.”

He squirmed on the sofa cushion, then swiveled to his right to face her. “Can I plead the fifth?”

She chuckled, looked at him as if to say, ‘you’re so cute.’ “Of course, you can plead the fifth. As a pre-law student, you know that a judge or jury can’t infer guilt on a defendant for refusing to testify.”

“Correct.”

“But let’s be honest. Most people if charged with something they didn’t do, would want to testify. I know I would. It only makes sense.”

He kept silent, body squirming, eyes on the game.

She continued. “Look, I’m your mom, not some judge or jury You’re not on trial here. Like I said, we can save this for another day.”

Now was his chance to open up, to reveal his true feelings. He’d been too ‘skittish,’ as she said, to approach her. But now that she had approached him…

He turned to face her once again. “Mom, I guess from your question you get the idea that I’m attracted to you in ways we both know are taboo.”

She lifted her ‘sexy booty’ off the sofa to cross her legs the other way. This time, she let the hem of her skirt stay where it was, halfway up her thighs. “Honestly, I do get that idea because I’ve caught you looking at me in the way you might look at another woman. At first, it made me uncomfortable. But then, not only did I get used to it, but I also actually enjoyed it. I think that’s around the time I came into your room dressed in my nightclothes, skimpy enough to where you could see just about everything. I thought it was cute the way your eyes lit up. Believe it or not, I wasn’t trying to tease or seduce you. But watching you gawk got me aroused. Taboo or no taboo.”

“You enjoy me gawking at you?”

“I do. Women like to be admired, even if the admirer is her own son. Of course, that doesn’t mean a mom should take things further. If you know what I mean.”

“Ah, I think I do, mom. But being taboo, like you said, a mom wouldn’t try to put the moves on their own offspring. Especially if the attraction goes just one-way.”

“One way? Explain.”

“Well, I mean, let’s say I think you’re hot. But, looking at me objectively, you don’t feel the same, then it would go no further.”

“Looking at you objectively? I assume you mean looking at you the way I might look at another man.”

“Yes.”

She leaned back, put a hand across her stomach and laughed. “Oh, my, Brad, I couldn’t do that no matter how hard I tried. You’re my son, for god’s sake. Now, that said, that doesn’t mean I don’t find you attractive. On the contrary, I do. Of course, I’m prejudiced, but you’ve had enough girlfriends to know that other women would agree. Let me say this. If I met a guy with your athletic physique and boy-next-door charm, I’d be interested. Getting specific, your thick, sexy mane of brown hair that creeps over your ears, those dark, penetrating eyes and strong chin alone would pique my interest. Plus, you’re a nice kid. Growing up, you never gave me fifteen minutes worth of trouble.” She reached out and mussed a handful of his hair.

Keeping with the theme of hair, she untied the pile of hair atop her head, letting her full, thick locks fall to their current length, just above her shoulder blades. He found that sensuous as hell, the way she shook her head while doing it, and then smiling at him in a way she never did, provocative and seductive. He took it as a not-so-subtle hint that there was something happening here. And he was damn sure he knew what it was.

Still, Brad tried to act nonchalant, keeping his eyes on the screen. Except he wasn’t really watching. He was sitting there, becoming more aroused by the second. Steffi was taking the lead and he made no move to stop what she was doing, rubbing his shoulder and planting a few kisses on the side of his neck. His cock was growing, along with a mélange of feelings–a dose of anxiety and shame, mixed with wild excitement. The thin gym shorts he wore did nothing to hide his arousal.

Steffi took notice. “Something’s growing down there, I see.”

Dropping all pretense of interest in the game, he turned to face her. “Mom, can you believe where this is going?”

With the back of her fingers, she lovingly izmir otele gelen escort stroked the side of his clean-shaven face. “I didn’t expect it, if that’s what you mean. Although, at times, I sensed that something like this might be in the works. What I didn’t know is how I’d handle the situation. Or how I’d feel about it.”

“How DO you feel about it?”

Hand over her chin, she rolled her eyes upward, thinking. Then: “Like I’m in far enough to want to see what happens?” Then, changing from question to statement: “Okay, yes, I’m in far enough to want to see what happens. You’re between girlfriends and it’s been a long time for me. But it’s more than that. Maybe the idea of becoming intimate with my own son should turn my stomach. Instead, it turns me on. What’s up with that? Gawd, I’m not sure, and it makes me feel so perverted, but it’s the truth. And, from what I see, it’s apparent that you can reciprocate those feelings. Ergo, your reaction when I came into your room wearing a nightie that left little to the imagination. Your reaction alone made me feel sexy, turned me on, made me think of dropping my panties, spreading my legs on your bed and taking you inside me.” She paused, flipped her hair in back, then continued. “Honey, maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but after returning to my bedroom after one of those times, I was so on fire, so swooning with desire that I…relieved myself.”

Wow! That kind of talk–not just the words but in the soft, seductive voice in which she said them–bumped his arousal up a few levels.

Steffi flashed a gratified grin, then placed her hand over his crotch. “Ooo, you’ve got a big one, don’t you? And me…gosh, I can feel how wet my panties are getting without even looking.”

She slid her hand up her skirt. “Yeah, I’m soaked, all right. Ohh, baby, I could come just by doing this.” She shook her head. “Anyway, how do YOU feel about what’s going on here?”

He started to rub her legs, silky-smooth and so arousing even when she’s not wearing high heels. “Kind of like you, mom. Like I’m too far in to turn back. Past the point of no return.”

“Past the point of no return. Yeah, I’ll say! It’s getting warm in here, and I have a feeling it’s going to get a lot warmer.”

Steffi got off the sofa, leaned over and gripped the sides of his shorts. “May I?” When she got the nod, she slid shorts and underwear down to his ankles. Then she got on her knees, looked up and said, “I think you know what I’m about to do. Are you okay with it?”

Another nod, and then she began to perform oral. She was experienced when it came to oral sex. She’d done it with her ex and other men. She knew to use her lips only, to keep her potentially abrading teeth out of the way. She also had a keen sense of when a guy was near climax, and she sensed that Brad was close after less than a minute into it. She paused, then said, “You’re about to shoot, aren’t you?”

Looking down at his fully erect cock, Brad said, “Yeah, you better get some tissues or it’ll be all over this seat cushion.”

She ran into the kitchen, fetched a handful of tissues and returned. Her timing was impeccable, for moments later, Steffi was wiping him off, in addition to wiping the cum that had sprayed onto her blouse. Wrapping the tissues into a ball to discard, she said, “Wow, that didn’t take long.”

He nodded, pulling up his clothes. “This is incredibly erotic for me,” he said.

“And the feeling’s mutual, honey.” She lifted her skirt and pushed her index finger inside her panties. “I’m soaked. Feel that.”

He reached out and did, dancing his fingers inside her pussy. She began to moan, then rocked back and forth. When her knees began to buckle, she cupped a hand across her forehead and said, “Oh my, I’m getting dizzy. Better sit down.” She sat on the edge of the sofa, breathing harder than she did just moments ago. “Whew…that was…unreal.” After a moment’s pause, she patted his knee and said, “I think we’ve done all we can do down here. Come on, baby, we need to go upstairs.”

Steffi’s bedroom was roomy enough to accommodate a desk and a high-backed, black leather desk chair. The chair was roomy enough to accommodate Steffi, with her skirt bunched up around her waist and her legs splayed over the arm rests. Her blue, still moist panties lay on the carpeted floor. Her “immediate needs,” as she told Brad, was for him to perform oral sex, and she made it a point by telling him that she had douched “just hours” before.

He dropped to his knees, doing what he’d done for other gals he once dated. He couldn’t wait to get naked with Steffi. No matter, doing this would give him enough time to recover to where he’d be ready to take things further.

Steffi made no effort to hide the way she felt: “Ohmygod! Yes! Yes! Ohhh, you’re so damn good!”

There was nothing like that sort of positive feedback to motivate him even more. He picked up the pace, slashing and stabbing his tongue in and around her cunt and over izmir rus escort her clit and received more superlative sonic praise for his efforts.

“Ohmygod, Brad, you do that so well!” she cried, pumping her pelvis to where her butt moved on and off the seat. “I had no idea.” She chuckled. “Of course, how could I when we never did anything like this before? Duh…”

Intelligible words devolved into sounds of erotic pleasure that lead up to her climaxing. “Well, I must say, this is a first,” she said, “having a guy lick me to orgasm on this chair. Man, oh man!”

Leaning over, she shook her head, then got up and sat on the edge of her bed, with her skirt still bunched around her waist. She looked at Brad’s crotch. His shorts remained on, yet she could still see the obvious sign of arousal bulging in front. “Looks like you’re ready to go again,” she said, grinning with eager anticipation.

“I absolutely am.” He began taking down his shorts and underwear. “Mom, I want to make love to you.”

She drew him the warmest smile and said, “I was hoping you would.” She then began to disrobe. First, her blouse came off, then her bra. Next, she wiggled out of her hip-hugging skirt, letting it fall on the carpet next to her panties. There was nothing more to take off, save for any lingering reservations she harbored for doing this with her own son. If she had any, they quickly blew away like ashes in the wind after she embraced him, pressed her hard nipples against his bare, almost hairless chest and began to kiss him. Then, after parting, she said, “Oh, Brad, I love the feel of your hard cock against my pussy. I can just imagine how it will feel inside me.”

Steffi didn’t have long to wait, for that’s exactly where Brad put his hard cock after they climbed into her big bed. He took top, wedged between her beautiful legs and loving every erotic, sensuous second of it. This was almost too surreal to be believed. She was still his mom and yet she wasn’t. More like a sexy, older woman named Steffi who just happened to share the same last name. A weird juxtaposition to say the least, he thought, while his cock did what aroused, healthy cocks do, driven to that level of excitement, while his lips and tongue flitted all over, from her tummy to her hard nipples to her lips, and while his olfactory senses inhaled the lovely, intoxicating scent of her as if it was the sweetest perfume he’d ever known. This time, he had more control. This time, the ride would be longer and sweeter, and he felt confident he could hold out long enough for her to climax before he did.

Gleefully, Brad went with Steffi’s desire to change positions, her on top, a move that did little to disrupt the rhythm of their bodies, melded by mutual need and desire, as well as by DNA. “Ohmygod, Brad, I love you so much!” she cried, as she bounced up and down, her legs and booty thrusting, her boobs flapping, her brain barely processing this fantastic netherworld she found herself in. The human being she had helped bring into the world was giving her the sort of delight that few women would ever know or want to know. Yet she continued to hump away, way past the point of no return, uninhibited and unapologetic, totally absorbed, her face conveying a feeling of pure, unadulterated joy, right up to when they both climaxed.

*****

Steffi sat on the edge of the bed, swishing a tissue over her bare pussy. Her pretty face still flushed, she looked up at Brad, who stood next to her doing his own cleanup. Then she said, “Honey, we just crossed a line that you and I both know shouldn’t be crossed. And to think, it began in such a benign way.”

“Benign?”

“Yes. I mean, I had no idea when I began my vacuuming today that we’d end up doing this.”

He grinned. “Even when you flashed your blue panties at me?”

Chuckling, she picked up the blue panties in question, then tossed them into a dirty clothes basket a few feet away. “That got you going, didn’t it? But no, I sure didn’t. I thought it might get a rise out of you but–“

“Oh, did it ever!”

“Yes, but I didn’t think it would go any further. On the other hand, in hindsight it was probably inevitable given our mutual attraction. For so long, it was left unsaid between us, though we both sensed it. I guess flashing my panties broke the dam, so to speak. Brad, I can’t remember a time when I had more exciting sex.”

Brad nodded as he wiped away the remaining fluid from his now flaccid cock. “No, me either. Even with Gina, my last girlfriend. You met her a few times. She was one pretty girl.”

“Yes, she was. Great in the sack, you once told me. Why did you two breakup, anyway?”

“We didn’t have enough in common out of bed to make it work long-term.”

Steffi nodded, then reached up, grabbed Brad’s hand and pulled him down beside her on the edge of the bed. “Well, that’s not the case with us. After today, I think you’ll agree that we have loads in common, much more than most moms and sons.” She crossed her legs, then threw an arm around him, giving him a gentle squeeze.

He took notice of the erotic way she swung her top leg back and forth, the way he’d seen her do fully clothed, wearing a short dress or skirt. Placing a hand over her thigh, he said, “But most people wouldn’t think that’s such a good thing. Merle and dad…Jesus, they’d be horrified.

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