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Running into my naked dad as I left the bathroom. I assumed he was going in to clean himself off after fucking mom. He did nothing to cover himself or the sex slick piece of meat between his legs. He said goodnight as he passed me, telling me to go in and say goodnight to my mother. Turning the corner into their room, I caught a quick glimpse of mom’s tits. They were full and firm with just the slightest sag to them topped with little Hershey’s kiss nipples.

She quickly pulled the sheet up over herself when she saw me. I walked towards the bed, her gaze locked on my towel wrapped body. Looking admiringly at my body her eyes darted from my torso down to my semi-hard groin. “Goodnight” I said leaning over to give her a kiss on the lips.

“Goodnight Honey”, she said bringing her hand from under the sheets to caress my face. The sweet smell of lovemaking emanated from her body to my nose. “Pleasant dreams”, I said. “You too honey”, she responded as she watched me leave the room. I went to my room laid down and fell quickly asleep.

Walking into the kitchen the next morning I saw my mother bent over the sink washing dishes, her oversized t-shirt barely covering her ass. I can honestly say that up till yesterday I had normal boyhood desires about mom that all boys have about their mothers. But because of what happened yesterday mine were now in overdrive.

I looked at Moms’ svelte body very differently now, my lust increased as I watched her. Mom did little to hide herself she always dressed this way and today for her was no different. Her breasts swayed as she turned to greet me, asking if I wanted breakfast. I quickly said “no” feeling a little awkward, as if she could sense the sick desire I was feeling for her.

She said I should eat something before heading off for school and quickly served me. Leaning down to set the plate in front of me, I found myself trying to stare down her nightshirt. Catching my gaze, she quickly adjusted her shirt giving me less cleavage to enjoy. Eating my meal I made small talk with her before questioning her about my sister. I asked what Gina had done to be kicked out of the house.

Sitting down she told me what I already knew. She said Dad and her were upset, not only because it was wrong but also because of the grief it had caused my Aunt. She said my aunt had not decided yet whether she was going to divorce Uncle John but that she was temporarily moving in with us. She asked if I would help her bring a few things over after school to which I agreed. I told mom that I would go over as soon as school let out and for Vicky to expect me around 1 pm.

I arrived shortly after 1 pm. and noticed Uncle Johns’ car was not in mersin escort front of the house. I rang the bell and my aunt answered the door dressed in shorts and a halter-top. I could tell that she had been crying.

I asked how she was doing and she replied “she was hanging in there”. She asked me if Mom had explained the situation. I told her I knew she would be staying with us for a while until she and my uncle sorted things out. She said she was not quite finished and asked me to follow her to the bedroom. Several half packed suitcases sat open on the bed.

While my aunt walked back and forth from the bathroom to the bedroom, I glanced into one of the open suitcases and saw that it was full of lingerie. I wondered why she was bringing that stuff, since there wasn’t anyone to show it to where she was going. I reached in and grabbed a sheer pink teddy with nipple holes and crotch less panty. I was looking at it as she came out from the bathroom, quickly I tossed it back into the suitcase trying to act nonchalant.

“Can you believe him? I do all this to please him”, she said holding up the teddy, “and still he goes out and cheats on me”. “I just don’t know what to do, I mean I know your sister is young and beautiful but I’m not that bad I work out, I try to stay in shape”, she said as she stared at herself in the mirror. Grabbing her breasts and squeezing them together, she then reached back and patted her ass. “I mean for a 38 year old woman I think I’m pretty well preserved, don’t you”?

I didn’t know how to answer her, for as long as my sister had lusted for our uncle I had lusted for my aunt. I responded that she was attractive Moreover, that many woman would die to have a face and body as nice as hers. She thanked me saying that I was just saying that to cheer her up. I stood up and put my arm around her shoulders, telling her that I honestly meant what I said and that my uncle was a fool to cheat on her. I said that if I had a hot wife like her that she would never have to worry about me messing around.

I gave her a gentle squeeze, which caused her top to open up slightly giving me a wonderful glimpse down her cleavage to her 34C breasts, which drooped ever so slightly. My Aunt looked up catching my gaze down her top. She turned facing me and said that I had grown to be a fine young man and that I was awfully sweet for trying to cheer her up. She grabbed the back of my head lowering my face to hers. I thought it was to get the usual peck on the lips that she has always given me. This time her grip was firmer and as our mouths met a fire ignited in my loins. Our mouths came together for the usual peck but instead of backing muğla escort away she brought my mouth to hers again, this time pressing it firmer and with her mouth slightly open darted her tongue between my open lips.

We kissed for several seconds’ tongues flicking back and forth teasing each other. Our body’s pressed together pushed my hard cock into her soft inner thigh. Aunt Vicky’s hand left my back and traveled down between our bodies and started rubbing my cockhead thru my pants. My hand was doing its own exploring slowly pulling her halter down I began fondling and squeezing her tits.

Vicky fumbled with my belt and zipper, stopping to stroke my shaft thru my pants. Trailing kisses down her neck and freckled upper torso I lowered my face to her nipples kissing, sucking and flicking them in and out of my mouth like a hungry child.

Vicky had my pants open by now and had her hand down the front them stroking my shaft then reaching down to gently squeeze my balls. I began to unbutton and peel back her shorts and was delighted to find that she was not wearing any panties. My hand shot down between her legs pleased to find a neatly shaven pussy. I ran my fingers up and down the outside of her mound before pushing her shorts down onto the floor.

My pants were now around my ankles and my aunt was working my underwear down off my waist, trying to set my captive cock free. I felt the elastic loosen its grip as my cock sprang free over the top of the waistband. It was a matter of seconds before we were both grinding our genitals against each other. A few more seconds and I had my shirt off and she had pulled her top up over her head. Her breasts bounced and swayed as they came free. Immediately I went back to work on both breasts, giving each a good tongue washing. Vicky meanwhile was working my cock shaft back and forth with one hand while pressing the back of my head against her breasts. I reached down between her legs parting her outer lips with my finger rubbing her protruding clit. Her clit got hotter and wetter the more I played with it till small droplets ran down her inner thigh.

I pushed her back onto the bed her legs dangling over the sides. Kneeling in front of her, I moved her knees apart. Slowly I trailed kisses around the back of her knees working my way down in between her inner thigh, allowing my moist tongue to swirl around one leg then the other.

Vicky’s breathing was hard and ragged and so was my cock. I worked my way up to her open inviting wet pussy and began to run my tongue up and down on her slit occasionally sucking her clit into my mouth. I inserted a finger up into her moist slit which bucked her nevşehir escort hips forward as she felt my finger penetrate her moist tunnel. Slowly I worked another finger in and then a third, slowly finger fucking her while I sucked her cunt lips. Vicky began to let out a low moan which caused me to work my fingers in and out a little faster. By now her hips were coming off the bed to meet the thrusts of my fingers faster and faster. I thrust harder into her, soon I felt her shake and shudder as her legs clamped down tight on my wrist. She had her first of what was to be many orgasms.

Soon as she returned from nirvana Vicky grabbed my head and pulled me up towards her. I stood up trailing kisses up her navel stopping to give each nipple a quick flick. I laid down on top of her and shared her juices with her darting my tongue into her mouth.

Vicky reached down between us and had a firm grip on my shaft. Rubbing it several times over her cunny hole she lubed up the head and lined it up for insertion.

Slowly I pressed forward pushing the bulbous head in first followed by a little of the shaft, soon I was balls deep into her. Allowing her to catch her breath we soon began a slow steady thrusting action, her thrusts matching mine. She began moaning soft obscenities into my ear giving me direction as to fast or slow, harder or softer.

My aunt came again and again my cock never wavering in its duty. “Thank god for youth” yelled Vicky as I continued to fuck her. Next, she rolled me over onto my back and straddled my cock, her legs up on the bed she lowered and raised herself, assisted by my hands on her round slightly plump ass. Up and down, she went fucking herself with my cock. I was going nuts, the sight was unbelievable my sexy aunt was riding me like a bull rider, my cock slick and gooey with pussy juice disappearing between her baby smooth pussy lips.

I had to bust a nut soon, so I slowed down and without pulling out spun her around. With expert skill, I faced her away from me her ass cheeks against my belly. She rested her head down on top of one of the closed suitcases and raised her ass to me. Slowly I began pumping into her, small ripples of flesh cresting across her back as her cheeks absorbed the impact of my thrusts. Small moans of “OH GOD YES” escaped from her throat. Getting ready to cum myself my thrusting got faster and more intense. I felt my balls start to contract as I gave her a few more pumps. I erupted like a volcano spewing hot white lava deep into my sexy aunts burning pussy. Her Orgasm came soon after, her pussy squeezing and contracting sucking at my dick like a baby on a bottle. My balls continued to spasm as I slowly worked my cock in and out, white lather foaming around her pussy. Covered in sex juices, her pussy aching and sore we jumped in the shower. Fucking once more before getting dressed and loading the car, we headed for my house. This was one guest I was going to enjoy stay for a while.

To be continued…

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I was driving like a crazy person. Swerving around cars, all gas and all break with no in between. I wasn’t drunk, but I wished I was. He is such an asshole. That thought roared through my head as if my brain was screaming on its own.

I should have known, of course. The signs were there. My friends warned me. But a girl can hope right? Not all guys are dicks first then boys second. Wrong. I knew he was friends with Mag, I just didn’t expect him to fuck her. Of course he tried to deny it. They always do. But when that didn’t work…he was such an asshole.

I drove through the rain with tears streaming. All I could think of was driving to Sarah’s. She was my older sister, and quite wise in the ways of getting over male-pigs. I told her about Todd and she told me to come right over. My older brother (and Sarah’s twin) James would be there too.

Honestly I wasn’t looking forward to it. Since they both left for college, I felt like I spent too many occasions getting screwed over by high school boys and driving up to tell them about it. But they were the only ones that understood. Now after this nonsense, I felt like they were the only ones that ever would understand. I suppose, though I didn’t know it, I was right.

I arrived at their place around 10 that night. I guess I will say it was the “first” night as there were (and still are) many like it to come.

They knew I was coming, but I don’t think they (or I knew) how fast I was driving.

I parked the car crookedly and hopped out. I was raging and I was ready to tell them I was done with men altogether. I marched up the walkway quickly with my hands in fists. The rain poured down, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to hug Sarah and have her tell me it will be fine. I just wanted to…

I opened the door and there they were: James kneeled down in front of Sarah, her blond hair tossled, her top off and her legs open and on his shoulders. His head moving methodically as he licked her pussy. Sarah’s eyes were closed, but they opened when she heard the door open.

I was stupefied.

“Sarah…James…”

“Shut the door, Mary,” Sarah said with more breath than voice.

I closed the door and stood, pressed against it. My older twin brother and sister were…I don’t know what they were doing. I didn’t say anything.

James sat up, his face had some of her juice on it—it was shiny. I could see Sarah’s clean, shaved pussy. I looked away.

“Shit, Mary…you drive like a wild woman,” James said.

I looked up at him in shock. Sarah had pulled a blanket over herself. Thank god. Thank fully James had all his clothes on.

“Ok you guys, what the fuck is going on?” I almost yelled. “I mean, what the fuck?!”

James stood up. His cool blue eyes looked into mine as if he was hurt, as if I said something inappropriate.

“Mary,” Sarah began.

I looked at her. She was the pinnacle of every woman I wanted to be.: Independent, beautiful, brilliant, and now…fucking my brother?

“Mary, we thought you would be later,” Sarah said.

“So?! That makes everything better?” I asked in a shriek.

I turned to leave.

“Wait,” James said in a stronger voice.

I stopped. He rarely raised his voice. James.

I turned back around. “What…?” I began, but I had nothing but tears.

He walked toward me then stopped about three feet away. “Why don’t you tell us about this Todd character, then we will tell you all about this.”

I stared at him. For an instant my mind was blank. But as I looked over them both I realized that I couldn’t leave. They were my siblings, no matter what was going on, I mean they were twins. Maybe twins do that or something?

“Come on,” Sarah said as she stood up, the blanket wrapped around her naked body like a towel. “I’ll get some wine.”

I sat on the couch and took my drenched coat off. My shirt was soaked and my red bra shown through. I felt a little awkward, “Sarah, can I borrow a shirt?”

James sat on the chair next to the couch and looked away from me. He was always so sweet.

Sarah walked in holding a bottle of red wine and three glasses.

“Absolutely not!” she said playfully.

“Look,” I said pointing to my shirt.

“Ha!” Sarah laughed. She sat down next to me. “Ok, as you can tell we aren’t shy. Just take it off, goodness Mary I have seen you in your underwear before.”

“Come on!” I said gesturing toward James.

“James, can you give us some girl time?” Sarah requested.

“Yeah yeah,” James replied. He hopped up and without looking at us went up the stairs. “I will be up here watching TV.” He called down as he disappeared.

“Seriously? No shirt?” I laughed.

“Just take it off, I haven’t done laundry in like two weeks,” Sarah laughed.

I smiled. Sarah lived at her own pace. I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it on the floor. kütahya escort The house air was suddenly warmer.

“Better?” Sarah asked.

I nodded.

“Ok, now tell me about Todd,” She said in her direct, wonderfully sisterly way.

I began with telling her about my former friend Mag and then into the whole thing. The story felt suddenly less interesting, but Sarah listened patiently. She knew how to say the right thing at the right time and the story ended with her commenting, “What a fucking ass!”

“I know right?” I commented. “Oh well, fuck it. I don’t like guys anymore. I am going to wait till college.”

“Sadly, my dear, college boys are as bad or worse. Stupidity, like any other muscle, grows stronger when encouraged.”

She always said things just right. “Ok, now tell me Sarah. Um, you and James?”

Sarah smiled and her blue eyes twinkled. “We are really close.”

“Haha, that’s it? You guys are close?”

Sarah tilted her head and glanced upstairs, “We are family.”

“I know, that is like, I don’t know, illegal!”

Sarah smiled, “Look Mary. Here we are, talking about another guy doing another stupid thing, another guy that knows nothing about you and probably doesn’t really care. All these guys that don’t see you the way James and I do.” She reached and touched the hair on my cheek.

Her touch was comforting and warm. I took a deep breath then replied, “What do you mean? How do you see me?”

Sarah kept smiling tenderly, “Mary..” She touched my cheek with her long delicate fingers. “You are smart, beautiful, fiesty and sexy.”

She glanced down over my body and I became suddenly aware that I was in my bra. Of course she had seen me many times like this, but there was something in her eye that was different, more affectionate, sisterly, and I liked it.

“You think I’m sexy?” I asked meekly.

“Mary, are you joking?” She laughed and sipped her wine. “When you went through puberty it was one of the most exciting things I had ever seen. I mean, you have a great smile, really intense eyes and a great body. Trust me, you have a body have the girls here in school are starving themselves to get.”

I blushed. I couldn’t help it, she looked at me so intently and she was right, she knew me. Better than anyone. But what about James? This was all so wierd. “So how or when or…I mean, James and you?” I think I asked a question.

Sarah nodded her head and took another sip. “Well, about a year ago when we were deciding where to go to school, you remember that time? Stress! Mom and Dad had thier ideas on what we should do, James and I nearly went to different schools and I was dating that Jared. Well one day, I never told you this, but Jared asked if I would follow him to college. He told me he didn’t like how close James and I were and he thought it would be best for me to have space from my twin brother. I was silly, I thought I loved him and I guess I thought he loved me. So I agreed.”

“What?!”

“Yeah I know, right?” She moved closer to me and continued. “So I got home and ran up to James’ room to tell him that I had made a decision. After I told him he just sat there, like devistated. You know James, stoic and mister alpha male. Mary, he cried. I can’t explain to you what it was like, but I knew I had hurt him. It was like I had hurt myself I guess. So I hugged him and we held eachother. James told me he loved me and he supported whatever decision I made. I didn’t want to let go of him. I didn’t want to leave him. I knew then and there that our love was different than whatever my feelings for Jared were.”

She stopped and looked up at the stairs where James had gone and scooted very close to me. I could smell her perfume. It was wonderful.

In a quiet voice she continued, very much re-living the moment, “We held eachother for a long time. I felt close to him. Safe. Like myself. But there was something different, changing. Then..” Sarah touched my lips with her long fingers. I was tingling.

“Then we kissed, not a kiss on the cheek, but a different kiss. It was like everything began to make sense all in that moment.” She looked into my eyes very intently and touched my neck with her other hand. “We kissed, then we made love. Not for a few minutes, but for hours Mary. I couldn’t stop, we couldn’t stop. At first it was slow, soft, intentional, sweet, but then it became more. Mary,” She looked at me, then my lips and then my bra, then back to my eyes. “Mary, we fucked. I didn’t know the meaning of that word, just like I didn’t know what an orgasm was, not until I was being fucked by my twin brother.”

She was breathing quicker. She was flushed. She looked at me so intensly that all I could do was look back.

“Mary…I wanted to tell you. WE wanted to tell you for so long. But it wasn’t right, you were happy dating boys and loving school. But I see now manisa escort that you have that same longing I did. The same one that James had. Longing for family and for intimacy that can only be had with your brother and sister.”

Her fingers slid down my chest and found my bra strap. They slid underneath it and pulled on it lightly.

“Sarah…” I said in quiet protest.

She leaned in and kissed me. Her lips pressed against mine and I felt her tongue touch my lips. I opened my mouth and we connected. Her tongue was in my mouth, gently searching it and massaging my tongue. I was lost in the kiss, as I felt her fingers continue to tease underneath my bra strap.

She brought the kiss to an end, then shifted her attention to my earlobe and she began to suck it. My body tingled, my breasts grew firm and all I could do was let out a sighing breath. Then I opened my eyes and saw James standing at the bottom of the stairs watching us. I became suddenly aware of what was happening. “Sarah!” I yelped.

She pulled away from me and sat back. She bit her lip and smirked at me. “It’s ok, it is just James.”

I didn’t know what to say. What were we doing?

“Sarah…this is wierd. I don’t know what–this is a mistake.” I pushed myself back and covered my chest with my arms.

“Mary, wait,” Sarah said in a firm tone. She looked over at James and motioned for him to come with her head.

I was horrified.

“Now, don’t do anything silly. Don’t run off. Just wait, ok?”

I looked at the door. Where was I going to go? “Ok.”

James walked over and stood next to Sarah. She looked up at him lovingly and put her hand under his shirt. “I want to show you something, something that I can’t live with out. Something that was missing from my life for so long.”

She slid her fingers along his wasteband then began to unbutton his jeans.

I squirmed and wanted to look away. Yet, I didn’t. James was a beautiful man. I mean, he was my brother, but all my friends went crazy over him. I never, once, ever though of him as anything but my brother. But now, I was curious. Then I realized something. Something that was the start of a change: I was wet between my legs.

Sarah, unzipped James’ pants then pulled them down slowly. I could see a bulge under his boxer briefs. It was different than any I had seen before–not that i was terribly experienced. It wasn’t huge or tiny or weird, in fact it looked: perfect.

I wetted my lips and looked at it with curiousity.

After removing James’ pants, Sarah looked at me, “This is what you have been missing too. I am convinced of it.”

She turned back to James and pulled down his underwear. Then I saw it. His fully erect cock bouncing up after being released from his clothes. It was not huge or wide or incredibly long. Instead, it was perfectly symetrical and seemingly staring at me. I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to–which I didn’t. I stared back at it. He had very short hair, likely trimmed and his balls hung beautifully. I was not staring, I was gazing.

Sarah grabbed the shaft with her hand and looked at me as she began to stroke it. “Forget every dick you have ever seen. This, this is the cock you have been wanting.” She opened her mouth and licked the tip carefully. “Forget what you have tasted, trust me–nothing is like this.” She opened her mouth and took his cock in, I could tell it hit the back of her mouth but she only wiggled and he pushed on the back of her head: she took in more. More and more until her face was against his tummy, his balls on her chin and I could see her throat adjusting to his cock deep inside. He held her head with two hands, his cock hidden in her mouth.

Finally she pulled her head back until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth. She looked at me seductively, took a deep breath and took it into her throat again. Her head stopped briefly, then he grabbed her and pushed it in fully. I realized that whatever I thought deepthroating was, it was nothing compared to this. He held her like that for longer than I felt comfortable. Then she pulled her head back. Her eyes watered and she trembled as his soaking, perfect cock slipped from her mouth. She looked up at him.

“One more?” he asked her tenderly.

She nodded, took another breath and he pushed his cock in her throat. This time he held her head and began to thrust. I could hear the tip of his penis pushing in and out of her throat. I could only describe it as my brother fucking my sister’s mouth, again and again. Her mouth was wide open and she stared up at him lustfully as he thrusted again and again. Each thrust followed by the sound of her trying to swallow his cock.

Then he stopped and pulled his cock from her mouth.

Sarah looked at me and moved closer. She took off her panties, turned around and pressed her back against me. I hugged her as she opened her mardin escort legs for him. James looked down at her and me with a smile.

“We are so happy you are here,” James said.

I simply stared at his cock. He leaned down and moving closer, pushed his cock into Sarah.

“Ah!” She breathed out loudly.

I looked down trying to see where their bodies connected. He began to thrust into her, long, deliberate and deep thrusts. I wrapped my arms around her hot body as he thrusted into her evenly. She groaned and moaned as he thrusted. Her boobs bounced and jiggled and I held onto her watching.

Then James stopped and pulled his cock out. It was wet from my sister’s body. He held it in his hand and stroked it, looking at me intensely. Sarah pressed against me and wiggled.

“Share his cock with me Mary,” She whispered.

“I….” I didn’t know what to say.

Sarah moved back to her knees and looked at me. Her firm breasts were hard and her nipples erect. She touched my knee and pulled me down next to her.

I was six inches from my brother’s cock.

Sarah began to pull at my bra, and I took it off gingerly. Aware that I was now topless and almsot naked. My thighs were damp. I looked at my sister’s naked beautiful body. I didn’t know what to do. I was shaking.

“It’s ok Mary,” Sarah said in a whisper. She held Jame’s dick in her hand and led it closer to my face. “Let me feed this to you.”

I looked at her. I was terrified. My mouth opened. My tongue pressed against my lip.

His cock was two inches away. One inch.

“Here it is,” Sarah whispered and she pushed it into my open mouth.

I tingled all over. It felt, tasted, looked: perfect. I sucked the tip carefully. I stared up at my brother with love. He smiled back and thrust forward a little. I took in more and sucked it. Sarah pushed more of it in until it hit the back of my mouth. I began to bob my head on it slowly. Sarah, held my hand in hers and watched me suck.

“Yes Mary,” she muttered, “Suck his cock. Suck it.”

Her words egged me on. I began to suck it faster and faster. I wanted more of it. But I couldn’t take more. It stopped at the back of my mouth and I tried to take more, but I gagged and pushed my head back. I tried again, I gagged and pushed back. I grabbed the shaft with my hand and began jerking his cock along with my mouth. I was transfixed on it, sucking and jerking on it repeatedly.

I felt Sarah’s hands on me. Running up and down my sides, over my breasts and her mouth was on my shoulders. I continued to suck, but now slowly and evenly and my whole body tingled. James’ hand was on my head, but he was not pushing me, he was guiding me. In and out, I sucked, each time his cock hit the back of my mouth.

I heard James breathing faster and I felt Sarah’s mouth wrap around my earlobe. She squeezed my nipple with one hand then whispered, “You mouth was made for his cock. It was made to suck it and fuck it.”

I moaned and began to suck it faster. Squeezing it with my hand and sucking as fast as I could.

“Oh…” James muttered. He began thrusting forward lightly with each time his cock drove into my mouth.

“That’s it little sister,” Sarah moaned in my ear. “Suck your brother’s cock and make him cum. Make him cum in your mouth.”

I couldn’t stop. The taste and feel of James’ dick was too much for me. I wanted it. I needed it. I suppose I always have. I sucked it harder, faster and jerked it with my hand. More intensely than any blow job I had ever given. I didn’t want to simply keep his cock hard, like I had done in the past, I wanted to please him. I wanted his cum. We were connected and as he thrust my mouth and I sucked, with my sister rubbing and kissing my body, I felt tingles all over. My stomach was tight, my legs shaking, my pussy was warm, wet and soaking. I sucked as fast and hard as I could.

“Yes Mary, yes Mary…” James said louder.

I knew it was going to happen soon. I knew it because I was going to have an orgasm too. My body was reeling toward one as I sucked.

“Make him cum Mary, make him cum and drink it,” Sarah chanted in my ear.

I began milking his cock with my hand, in a twisting motion and I sucked hard with each of his thrusts. Then it happened.

“AH!” James called out.

His body shook and his cock jerked in my hand. Suddenly his cum was squirting into my mouth. It was hot, salty and perfect. I moaned loudly as I suddenly went into an orgasm. My body burned and pleasure ran up from my crotch through all of me. My mouth was full and I swallowed, then it was full and I swallowed, a third time it was full and I swallowed. He held my head still with his hands and took a deep breath. I sucked and sucked.

“Shhh,” Sarah whispered. “Gently, gently.”

I slowed down and let his cock slip from my lips. I looked up at my brother and he gazed down at me in love.

I felt close. Close to them both. Everything Sarah had said was true. This was where I belonged. I jerked on James’ cock slowly and smiled at him, “More please.”

He smiled at me and Sarah kissed my cheek. “Come up stairs with me,” she whispered.

This was how it began.

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“Didn’t you like doing it with Dad?” Jim asked. “Didn’t you think it was a super hot time with him involved?”

“Yes, I think I said that. He is a good fuck.”

“So, wouldn’t it be nice to have him around more?”

“Don’t push it, son. I said I like to fuck him. I’m not ready to live with him again.”

“Well, okay, what if we do something like get together on a more regular basis. You know, like once a month or something.”

“What is it exactly you have in mind?”

“Um, sex parties. Kind of like what we had the other night with Mariko and Rupert and me and you and Dad.”

“Open to other people, or just family and close friends?” Julia asked.

“I don’t know. Just us at first I guess. Maybe more later.”

“I don’t want to get into hosting some huge parties. Too many people spoil the place, spoil the fun.”

“Okay, just family and friends then.”

“I’m willing to give it a try. Just a trial basis, you understand?”

“Sure, sure Mom. I’ll set it up. Once a month. I can hardly wait.”

“Oh, by the way, did you hear what Mariko said?”

“No, what was it?”

“It’s about her sister. Seems she’s going to visit here soon.”

“Sister? Oh, yeah I think I saw a picture of her. She’s cute too. You know, I’m beginning to like Japanese. Especially if they’re anything like Mariko. Maybe I’d like to do a homestay in Japan sometime.”

“Sounds like a good idea. You could get lots of Asian nookie then. I bet they’d go crazy for your blue eyes, and your hard dick.”

Jim smiled at his mother, not sure how much she was joking. Just then Mariko entered the room. She had on tiny shorts that clung to her hips and showed off her beautiful legs. She brushed the hair away from her eyes and went to stand beside Jim. He put an arm around her waist.

“What’s this I hear about your sister?” he said.

“Yes, my sister. She want to come for visit too. I tell her what a great family this is.”

“Are you and her, uh, very close?” Jim said, rubbing Mariko’s butt.

“Yes, very close. We eat each other pussy many time.”

“Yum yum,” Julia said. “Got any hot pictures of her, or of the two of you together?”

“Maybe kahramanmaraş escort just one or two. Here one.” She fished in her wallet and pulled out a small photo of them kissing. Both of them had swimsuits on. Chika was a little smaller than Mariko, but just as cute. Their suits were brief and Mariko had one hand on her sister’s breast.

“When’s she coming?” Jim asked.

“Maybe one month. She can stay for three month only because she don’t have student visa like me.”

“But maybe she can get one,” Jim suggested.

“Maybe, if she like it. If you like her.” She looked at Jim and he held her tight.

“You’d like to share her with us, right? Like her to get a good family fuck?”

“Yes, good fucking family,” Mariko said. “I told her and she want it very much too. To fuck American man.”

“And American woman,” Julia added.

“Yes, that too,” Mariko said, a shy smile spreading up her face.

“I’m getting horny just thinking about it,” Jim said. “Two beautiful Japanese women, two beautiful sisters who love to get their brains fucked out.”

“Eh?” Mariko said. “What’s that? Fuck brains?”

“Just an expression. It means fuck very well.”

“Oh, I see. Yes, I like fuck very well. So do Chika.”

“Well well,” Jim said. “I see our little parties are getting spiced up already.”

“What party?” Mariko said.

“Sex parties. Like the other day. We decided to do them more regular. Like once a month. Let’s see, we should be able to arrange the first one for soon after your sister arrives.”

“Oh, she like that. Come to America and join fuck party.”

“Did the two of you ever fuck a man together?” Jim asked. “You know, both of you at the same time with one man?”

“Um, let me think. One time we fuck in same room, but not share. And one time I walk in on her while she fuck.”

“And did you join in with her?”

“Yes, I take my panties off and man puts his hand there. Chika watches him put his finger in me. Then she takes his finger in her mouth. She says tastes good.”

“What a little slut you are,” Julia said.

“What is slut?”

“It kastamonu escort means you really like sex, really hot,” Jim said, feeling his dick growing in his pants as Mariko told about her experiences with her sister.

“Oh, uh-huh. Chika like it too. She reach up and feel my breasts while man fuck her. I put them in her mouth and she kiss them, then I kiss her.”

“I’m getting so hot just thinking about it,” Jim said. “Is she small and cute like you?”

“Yes, almost all Japanese women small, slim, have small breasts.” She cupped her own breasts to illustrate.

“Small but delicious,” Jim said.

“Unh,” she said, indicating a yes. “Chika smaller than me, younger. Only eighteen. Breasts very small.”

“Oh we can’t wait to eat her sweet young pussy,” Julia said.

“And her tiny little tits,” Jim said. “Dad’ll go crazy over that much young Japanese pussy. Did you two ever fuck American men in Japan?”

“I did. I don’t know Chika. I like American man. Have big dick. Japanese have small dick and like to tie up woman.”

“What else do they like to do?” Julia asked.

“Like to get peed on, like to drink pee, like to put hot candle on woman, like to put all kind of things in pussy.”

“Oh, you’re gonna make me cum just talking about it,” Julia said. “Get out your big American dick for us Jim. Go on Mariko.”

“Chika like to eat pussy. I teach her. I eat her pussy. Once I eat her pussy while man fuck me. She have yummy pussy. Then man cum inside me and Chika taste him inside me. I cum in her mouth. She eat that too. Now she want all the time.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a pretty hot family, too,” Julia said. “Anybody else? Your Mom? Dad?”

“Just me and Chika. We keep it secret.”

“Well, we’ll get our two families together once she gets here,” Jim said.

“Right,” Julia said. “We expect you to do just like we say. Just like our good little Japanese whore. You’ll start by tongue kissing her at the airport, and then . . .”

“At airport? In public? Japanese don’t kiss in public. But you’re our little whore now, and you’re not in Japan. You’ll do it, and you’ll love kayseri escort it.”

Jim had his cock out and was rapidly jacking himself off, listening to the hot talk. He was grunting and groaning, working up a sweat as his cock swelled to gigantic proportions. Mariko and Julia both turned to look at him, Mariko’s eyes growing big as Jim pumped himself up to near an orgasm. Julia’s eyes sparkled as she watched her horny young son bringing himself off.

“Go get it,” Julia said, giving Mariko a slight push.

She knelt down in front of Jim as he continued to work his cock up and down in a steady fast rhythm. He was pounding it madly, jerking it so hard that any second he was going to shoot. Mariko flipped her hair over her shoulder and touched Jim’s knees, then caressed the back of his thighs and grabbed handfuls of his butt cheeks. She rubbed her breasts against his legs and he went over the precipice. White creamy fluid spilled out of him, shooting out in a high trajectory as he kept up his frantic pace.

Big gooey drops splattered on Mariko’s cheeks, in her hair, on her chin, and on the shoulders and front of her blouse. She tried to get his cock in her mouth, but he was jerking off so hard and fast that she couldn’t get a mouthful. He shuddered as he expended the precious liquid and clamped his fingers on the base of his exploding dick, forcing out the last drops from his drained balls.

Mariko cupped him gently in her delicate fingers and finally slurped his cock head into her mouth, sucking out the last warm jism with her cheeks hollowed in. She lovingly licked up and down the length of his pulsating pole. One long finger teased around his asshole and his body jerked once more, sending one more load flying She gulped it greedily down her throat.

“Okay whore, bring me some of that delicious boy juice,” Julia said. Mariko knee walked over to Julia, then slowly stood up, her face dripping with Jim’s cum and her clothes and hair clotted with it. “Kiss me,” Julia said.

Mariko leaned her body forward and was drawn into Julia’s inviting embrace. Their breasts pressed together and Julia licked her son’s cum from the Japanese woman’s lovely face, then kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing in syncopation and their voices low murmurs lost in the depths of their throats.

“That’s the way,” Julia purred. “That’s the way you’ll kiss your sister when she gets off the plane.”

“Okay,” Mariko whispered, and Julia knew that she had her completely in her power.

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Donna sat back in the couch sipping another glass of wine. She wasn’t much of a drinker but the events of this week were easier ponder with the help of the alcohol.

A few days earlier she had stumbled across a bookmark on her husbands computer that took her to an armature porn website’s contributors page and—much to her dismay—there was a set of six pictures of her completely naked.

The pictures were taken by her husband on vacation with their new digital camera and she had assumed that they had been deleted. She had no idea that her husband would dare post them for all the world to see.

Donna was a very attractive “Filippina”, born in the Philippines but having grown up in the United States after immigrating with her parents at the age of five. She had married very young, but even at 40 years of age and with two fully grown children she was very desirable. She was short—standing only 5’3″ and petite, but she had stayed in fantastic shape. She had medium length brown hair and brown eyes, naturally tan skin and firm 32-A breasts that looked larger on her tiny frame.

Donna was proud of her looks, and perhaps would not have minded the pictures being posted had her husband blurred her face and asked her permission. But there she was, the mother of two, a decent church going women who served on the League of Women Voters and worked with the PTA. She would be mortified if anyone saw these photos.

Donna confronted her husband, only to learn that he could not have them removed. She cut him off sexually as punishment, which perhaps was worse for Donna than for her husband. He had to leave for a few days of training and Donna missed him, even if she would not admit it.

Now here she was alone, wearing nothing but her silk robe and with a bottle of wine to console her. At least she had her 7-inch vibrating friend in the nightstand next to her bed to play with later on.

Donna continued to sip on her wine, drinking beyond her normal amount and eventually passed out on the couch and was sound asleep and did not hear the front door open.

Edward, her 20-year-old son entered with his girl-friend Loreli and his 18-year-old sister Vivian. The trio had gone out to see a movie and had been talking about Donna during the car ride back home.

Edward was a muscular 5′ 8″ light skinned attractive man who took after his American father with the exception of his brown hair and eyes. His sister, Vivian was a beautiful young woman with long brown hair and brown eyes. She was very petite, like her mother, with small breasts and a perfect ass.

Edward and Vivian had been telling Edward’s girl-friend, Loreli all about the pictures that Edward had found bookmarked on the family computer. Loreli was surprised by the news. The beautiful blond would have never believed that Donna would do such a thing and she admitted that she really wanted to see the pictures.

When they found Donna asleep on the couch Edward said, “There’s the slut now. Imagine if Dad found out.”

Ignoring her further they went to the den where Edward brought up the post with his mother’s pictures.

Loreli looked at the beautiful mother of her boyfriend. She had always thought Donna to be attractive but was surprised at how well she looked naked. Loreli was a good looking girl too. She was in great shape with full 34-c breasts that many mistook for a D-cup on her slender frame.

She was even more surprised when she saw that her boyfriend’s mom shaved her pussy: It was completely bald except for a thin landing strip above her pussy. Loreli, unlike most of the girls her age, maintained a full—though well trimmed—bush of light brown hair.

“I can’t believe she posted those.” Vivian said of her mother.

“I’m sure she was looking to get fucked while dad’s away.” Edward accused.

“Who do you think took the pictures?” Loreli asked.

“Probably someone she cheated with.” Edward spat.

Loreli returned to the picture showing Donna spread legged on a couch. “Do you think she’s still shaved?”

“How should I know?” Edward answered.

“Well, let’s go find out.” Loreli said as she turned to leave the room.

The blond girl led her boyfriend and his sister back to the living room where Donna still slept on the couch. Without hesitation she untied the robe and opened it, exposing Donna’s naked body to them.

“Damn, she looks better in real life than in the pictures.” Loreli said.

Loreli kept no secrets as to her desire for other women. She found women attractive and had experimented with other girls before. She even once put on a show for Edward, telling him that he owed her something in return. Perhaps tonight she would call in that debt.

Loreli liked Donna, but she was still a little upset with her after the way the older woman had berated her after Vivian’s 18th birthday two weeks earlier. When Loreli had learned that one of the colleges Vivian had been accepted to was an all-girl school Loreli had bought her a gag gift: A special curved two-ended dildo called kuşadası escort a ‘feeldo’ that could be used by one girl to fuck another and get both off. Loreli said that she might need it to stay happy at an all-girl school.

Donna had thought the gift inappropriate and—even though she had experimented with lesbianism in her younger days—did not want anyone to encourage Vivian to do any such thing.

As the trio stood there staring down at Donna’s exposed body Loreli rubbed her hand between her boyfriend’s legs.

“Oh my god, you have a hard on.” She announced.

Edward backed away from his girlfriend’s hand. He had not realized it but it was true, he had become aroused looking at his naked mother. She was very attractive for a woman twice his age, but he had never really thought of her in that way.

“You should fuck her.” Loreli suggested.

“What?” Edward asked in shock.

“Well, she obviously is looking for cock so why don’t you give her what she wants. Besides, this will make us even for me getting Cynthia to have sex with me for you. And besides, you obviously are horny for her.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Vivian said at the notion of her brother having sex with her mom.

“Go for it, she’ll never know and it will be your way of getting back at her for what she is doing to your dad.” Loreli continued, “And you can fuck her without a condom.”

Edward looked down at his mother’s nude body. He was horny and she was very desirable. He remembered some of his old high school friends talking about how hot she was. And it was true that he wanted her to be punished for trying to cheat on his dad by advertising on the internet. Why shouldn’t he take advantage of this situation, besides, it would really turn his girlfriend on to watch this.

The fact that he could fuck her without a rubber sealed the deal. Edward had fucked several girls and enjoyed a very regular sex life with Loreli, but other than blow jobs, everything else had to be done with a rubber. He always wanted to feel a pussy wrapped around his hard cock without anything to lessen the sensation. Now here was a pussy just waiting to be fucked.

“You’re not really going to fuck her are you?” Vivian asked.

“Why not?” Edward replied as he began undoing his pants.

“Oh my god.” Vivian remarked as she watched her brother disrobe in front of her. His stiff cock was ready as he got down on his knees and spread his mother’s legs apart. He pushed his finger into her twat then bent down to lick her pussy in order to get it wet enough for his cock.

Donna lay there oblivious to what was happening. But as her son’s tongue began licking her pussy she began to dream of being pleasured.

“Go ahead and fuck her.” Loreli said, wanting to see Edward bury his cock into his mother before he changed his mind.

At Loreli’s urging Edward rose up and pushed his hard cock between his mother’s pussy lips and gradually began to push inside of her. He could not believe that he was actually going through with this, but the deeper he pressed in the more excited he became.

Donna’s pussy felt wonderful around his bare cock. Never before had Edward felt pussy in this way and soon he was slamming his cock into his mother not caring that his sister was watching.

Loreli lifted her skirt and slid her thong down her shapely legs so that she could finger her swollen clit as she watched Edward fuck his mother. “Viv, go grab the camera.”

Vivian, looking for any excuse to take her eyes off the scene before her did as instructed and brought the digital camera back to Loreli, who took it and with her free hand began to take pictures of Edward fucking Donna.

Vivian knew that she should be appalled by what was happening, but in truth she too was wet and could feel her pussy burning with desire as she watched the forbidden lustful action that was happening on the couch.

Donna was dreaming of getting fucked. But this felt better than any dream she had experienced before. As her mind began to slowly awaken she could feel her desire growing. She was on the verge of climax. Then her mind told her that this was no dream. She was indeed getting fucked.

She opened her eyes to find Edward’s face in front of her. “What the fuck!” She exclaimed as she felt and saw her son fucking her with Vivian stood off to the side and Loreli took pictures of the act, with one hand hurriedly rubbing her clit.

“Edward, stop it!” She demanded.

“Don’t you dare stop.” Loreli yelled back.

Edward did not need his girlfriend’s instructions, for he was too into it now to ever consider stopping. This may be wrong, but it felt too fucking great to quit. And the fact that his mother was now awake made it even more exciting.

“You wanted to get fucked, mom, so now you’re getting fucked.”

Donna was speechless, never had she believed such a thing as this could happen to her. She had been faithful to her husband for their entire marriage and now here she was kocaeli escort getting fucked by her son. And worse, she was so near to orgasm that she could not stop her body from enjoying it.

“Please stop.” She mumbled as Edward’s cock continued slamming into her, rubbing her clit sensually with every thrust.

“Oh no.” She moaned as she began to climax.

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming!” Loreli cried out as she watched Donna begin to thrash about. She had to pull her hand, wet fingers and all, away from her pussy to make sure to get some good pictures of this.

Donna was mortified at the thought that she was climaxing for her son. But she could not stop the orgasm that flooded her body. And still Edward continued to fuck her.

“Oh god, yes!” Edward yelled as he felt his own orgasm beginning.

“Edward, no! For god’s sake don’t cum in me!” Donna pleaded as she felt her son’s thrust pick up pace in what she knew to be the final act before spewing his semen into her. “Stop!” She cried one last time.

Edward couldn’t stop if he wanted to. He came in his mother’s pussy, unleashing a torrent of cum as he thrust as deep as possible into her cunt.

Edward finished cumming and pulled out of his mother’s pussy. He looked down with satisfaction as he watched cum dribbling out of her pussy and running down along her ass.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Donna demanded as she began to get up.

Loreli wasted no time in handing the camera to Edward and grabbing Donna before she got her balance. The blond girl fell back onto the couch, her legs spread and pulling Donna’s face between her legs. “Now get me off!”

Donna did not know what was happening until she felt her face rubbing against Loreli’s wet pussy. The younger woman held her hair tightly in her fists as she pulled Donna’s face between her legs.

“Yea, mom, lick her pussy!”

Donna was not sure of what else to do. She was humiliated about what had just happened, but now her son wanted to watch her eat his girlfriend’s cunt. Feeling that there was little that she could do to resist she stuck out her tongue and complied.

“Oh yes, your mom is licking my pussy.” Loreli said as she felt Donna’s tongue begin to massage her clit. She needed to cum after watching Edward fucking Donna and what better way than to have her boyfriend’s mother get her off with her mouth.

Donna could hear Edward’s crude comments but could see nothing more than the full bush of light brown pubic hair that her nose was buried in as she continued licking Loreli. She could only imagine the sight she must be presenting as she pleasured her son’s girlfriend.

“Yes, make me cum!” Loreli cried out as Donna’s tongue brought her to climax.

Donna could feel the younger woman’s juices spilling out onto her chin as she spasmed with delight. Loreli’s legs squeezed against Donna’s sides as she moaned in ecstasy while forcing this older woman to get her off.

Donna’s hair was finally released and she squatted back onto the floor, wiping Loreli’s juice from her face.

“Your turn, Viv.” Edward said to his sister.

“I can’t.” Vivian replied.

“Come on, I know you have to be horny too.” Loreli added.

Vivian was indeed turned on and it did not take much prompting before she too was sliding her panties off and depositing her petite frame onto the couch before her mother.

“No, don’t make me do this.” Donna said as she looked at her daughter’s spread pussy in front of her.

“Get her off too.” Loreli ordered, pushing Donna’s head forward between Vivian’s legs.

Donna closed her eyes and began licking her daughter’s pussy. She could hear Loreli taking the camera from Edward so that she could get pictures of this latest round of humiliation.

“She licks pussy good, doesn’t she?” Lorelie commented.

“Yes.” Vivian said between moans as her mother’s tongue lapped at her wet box. Vivian had boyfriends go down on her before, but she had never experienced oral sex with another woman. She did not know if she was just so turned on or if her mother was just that good, but no matter what the reason, this felt absolutely wonderful.

“Finger her!” Edward demanded.

Donna raised her right hand and slid one finger into Vivian’s pussy. Her daughter began thrusting her hips up and down as Donna fucked her with her finger while licking her clit.

“Fuck this feels so goooood.” Vivian moaned just as she began climaxing on her mother’s face.

Once her daughter’s hips stopped bouncing around Donna withdrew her finger from Vivian’s tight box and pulled back away. She looked at the three of them. Vivian lay panting on the couch, Donna stood there holding the camera with a wicked smile on her face, and Edward stroked his hard cock.

“Look at what you did, mom.” Edward said as he held his cock before her. “You made me all stiff again. I think you need to kiss it and make it better.”

“Suck his cock!” Loreli agreed.

Edward sat on the konya escort chair and ordered his mother to crawl over between his legs. Donna, her will long gone, did as instructed and knelt obediently before her son. She opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips.

Donna loved giving blow jobs. She would suck her husband off anytime she had the chance. It was probably her favorite thing to do. But this was different; this was her son’s cock that she was sucking.

Edward rose up as his mother began working his rod with her mouth. He knew at once that she was well experienced in this. He had enjoyed several blow jobs, but this was becoming the best ever.

Loreli approached Vivian, “Do you still have that feeldo I gave you?”

“Yes.” Vivian replied, unable to pull her eyes away from watching her mother’s face bobbing up and down on her brother’s cock.

“Go get it.”

Vivian raced to her bedroom and returned with the curved rubber dildlo. Loreli snatched it out of Vivian’s hands and applied the lubricant then slid it into her pussy. Vivian looked at the blond girl standing in front of her with what amounted to a large black rubber cock sticking out from her body.

Lorelie could not believe how well the other end stayed stuffed inside of her as she knelt behind Donna, placing the toy cock up to her pussy.

Donna gasped as she felt the invading instrument entering her, but Edward just grabbed her hair and pulled her face back down until his cock hit the back of her throat.

Loreli began fucking Donna from behind. As she fucked the woman the feeldo rubbed her clit and the bulb inside rubbed her g-spot and the girl knew that this would make her cum too. With that in mind she began slamming the dildo into Donna.

Donna bounced back and forth as she was fucked from behind by her son’s girlfriend but never once stopped working her son’s cock with her mouth.

Edward could feel his balls tightening as his mother’s mouth worked to milk him of another load of cum. Watching Loreli fucking her only quickened his desire for release and sooner than expected he was bucking his hips and filling Donna’s mouth with cum.

Donna felt her son climaxing in her mouth and began swallowing every drop of his cum, continuing to work his cock. If she had to suck him off then he was going to get the best fucking blowjob he had ever experienced. Even when he was finished she continued sucking him, causing Edward to shift about from side to side as his mother’s mouth and tongue caressed his overly-sensitive glands at the head of his cock until he had to push her head away.

Loreli continued fucking Donna from behind, feeling the toy inside of her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm at Donna’s expense. Donna leaned forward, taking every thrust of the rubber cock until she heard Donna cry out with delight.

“Viv, you have got to try this.” Donna said as she pulled the used toy out of Donna’s pussy.

“I don’t know.” Vivian replied.

“Come on, let’s make her ride you.” Edward said.

Vivian came over and took the feeldo from Loreli. She cautiously inserted it into her pussy and lay on the floor as Edward and Loreli lifted Donna and dropped her onto her knees over the dildo. Loreli guided the thing into Donna’s twat as Edward pushed his mother down onto it.

“Now, fuck your daughter.” Loreli ordered as she once again grabbed the camera.

Donna began bouncing up and down on the dildo. As she did so Edward’s cock began growing hard again. Feeling turned on once more he knelt behind his mother and rubbed his cock against her asshole.

Donna did not mind anal sex, but her husband very rarely complied with that request. So instead Donna’s slender vibrator was all that she ever felt up her ass. But now Edward was shoving his hard cock up inside her butt while her pussy was filled with the thick, long dildo.

Cock met toy with just a thin layer of skin between them inside of her as Donna immediately climaxed from the duel fucking. She drooled all over Loreli’s face as she was fucked in both holes and unable to stop the powerful orgasm she was experiencing, all while Loreli took more pictures.

Edward fucked his mother’s asshole causing her to bounce up and down onto the feeldo and soon he could hear his sister’s cries intermingling with his mother’s as both women climaxed together.

Vivian did not think that she could take the multiple orgasms but was unable to stop them from occurring as her mom, driven by the force of Edward’s cock, continued to ride her.

If Vivian was having a time with the multiple orgasms then Donna was going insane from them. What started as a series of multiple orgasms was becoming one continuous climax that had her entire body shaking from head to toe. She was covered in sweat and could do nothing but pant and drool. She was unable to use her arms to hold herself up and lay atop her daughter as the twin invaders continued to fuck her.

Edward pounded his mother’s asshole, desiring nothing more than to unleash inside of her once more. Finally he was ready and he cried out as he came inside of his mother’s ass.

He fell back and rested against the chair as his cock went flaccid. Donna rolled off of Vivian and lay as still as she could while Vivian just looked up at the ceiling.

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Aunt May stood there smiling at both of us, Becky and I sitting there naked on opposite couches facing each other. My erection showed no signs of fading, standing straight up between my thighs seemingly reaching for my abdomen. Mom told Aunt May, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us some iced tea,” as she turned and left the den, the sound of her footsteps on the treads of the stair followed her up to the kitchen.

Aunt May looked at each of us and said, “Here, stand up. Let me get a good look at you. I haven’t seen you naked like this since you used to play in the back yard wading pool.” Becky and I stood and met each other in the middle of the room, standing there on display for Aunt May. “Well, you’ve both definitely grown up since then. Becky, you look like you really take after your Mom – you’re about the same size and shape as she was when she was your age. And Joe, you look like a typical seventeen year old with a perpetual boner.”

“He’s like that a lot,” Becky snickered.

“That’s pretty normal, I guess,” Aunt May replied. Stepping within arm’s reach, May reached out with her left hand and cupped Becky’s left tit, lifting it gently. “Yes, a lot like your mother’s at your age,” she said before reaching out with her right hand to grasp my penis, pushing it down against its desire to stand up near my abdomen. With her touch I felt more hot blood rush into my already fully erected penis as she said, “And a very firm erection, Joey,” before letting go of each of us and turning around to go upstairs. As she left, Becky and I sat back down, side by side this time, on one of the couches.

“That was weird,” I told Becky. “Like nothing was out of the ordinary.” We sat there silently for a few minutes until Becky picked up the TV remote and turned it on to begin flipping through the channels. As she flipped, I glanced down at my still erect penis then at her tits before leaning over, turning my head, and sucking her right nipple into my mouth. Sucking as much of her tit into my mouth as I could I began to chase laps around it in my mouth with my tongue. Becky continued to flip the channels for a few more moments before putting the remote down and reaching for my penis. “Let’s go in my room,” I said, dropping her tit from my mouth. Without another word, we both got up and walked out of the den and into my room, Becky leading me by her firm grip on my erection. I shoved my door closed as we headed to my bed where I pushed her onto the bedspread covered mattress before diving onto her full length and kissing her deeply, our tongues chasing each other in our open mouths. Sliding down her length, I raised a tit to my mouth to suck on and kiss momentarily before tracing a path down to her neatly trimmed ‘V’ of pubic hair with my tongue and lips. Me between her legs, she swung them up to rest her thighs on my shoulders as I dove face first into her pussy and began to tongue her lips from front to back, probing a little deeper with each pass of my tongue. Beginning to squirm, Becky was using the leverage of her thighs on my shoulders to thrust her pussy into my mouth as I reached around her legs to fondle a tit in each hand. My erection was rubbing on my bed as I moved to meet her thrusts and I felt myself getting more and more aroused, but Becky beat me to the punch, groaning then stiffening and shaking through her orgasm. I couldn’t wait any longer and as soon as she finished shaking I jumped out from between her legs and began to mount her. She grabbed eskişehir escort my penis, aiming it into her pussy as I dove onto her and buried myself to the hilt in her hot wetness.

“Oh damn,” I groaned as I felt her heat envelope me, her pussy squeezing and releasing on my penis. Raising up on my hands and knees, I started thrusting, hammering her with abandon, my animal lust driving me toward release. With her legs wrapped around my hips she was urging me on, pulling herself to meet my every thrust as I hit her like a pile driver out of control. Damn, I felt like I was about to explode then lost my rhythm and began to thrust erratically as I burst over the top and began to cum. Stopping, I buried myself as deeply as I could feeling myself pumping my load into the center of her being. As I collapsed onto her she began to cum again under my head to toe embrace, shaking me on top of her with her tremors.

We were locked in deep, probing kiss as we coasted down from our mutual pleasure when we heard Aunt May, “I’m thinking this isn’t the first time you two have done this. Am I right?” I instantly rolled off Becky to see our aunt standing in the open doorway of my bedroom.

“How long have you been standing there?” Beccky demanded.

“Long enough to watch you both have a hell of a time,” she replied softly. “Does your mother know about this?”

“Know about it? Hell, she’s been fucking little Joey herself,” Becky replied with a fair amount of sarcasm in her tone.

“Hey, no need to get nasty with me. I wasn’t criticizing, just asking,” Aunt May shot back. “If you guys want to fuck each other’s eyeballs out, it’s not my business.”

By this time, Becky and I were both sitting on the side of my bed until I stood up and approached Aunt May. “So you’ve got no problem with our fucking each other whenever we feel like it?” I asked her. Looking back at Becky sitting there on the side of the bed, I saw my cum beginning to leak out of her onto the bedspread, which we hadn’t bothered to pull down as we chased and satisfied our lust.

When I’d gotten within reach of Aunt May, she reached out and grasped my sloppy semi-erect penis and looking me straight in the eye said, “No, no problem. If I was younger I’d probably fuck you myself, Joe.”

I heard Becky behind me say, “You’re not too old, May. You want to fuck your little nephew, Joey? Go ahead, Aunt May. You might enjoy it.”

“Why you’re a nasty little girl, aren’t you Becky?” Aunt May asked over my shoulder.

“Probably no nastier than you,” I heard Becky say as her voice got nearer to me. I looked over my shoulder and saw her approaching behind me. “Come on, May. You must’ve been enjoying it if you stood there watching us that long. Did you enjoy watching, May? Would you rather watch us fuck or get fucked yourself, May?” Becky harangued. May released her grasp on my penis and backed up a step as Becky reached behind her and quietly shut my bedroom door. “Come on, May. How long has it been since you’ve been layed, fucked real good? You saw Joey in action. He put a real good fuck on me, didn’t he? You want some of that for yourself?”

Looking at Becky I could see cum running down the inside of her thigh and fire in her eyes. Aunt May looked back and forth between Becky and me. When she looked at me I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders at her.

Becky continued, “Well come on, Aunt May. If nothing else, just get naked with gaziantep escort us. You’ll enjoy it. Get naked and relax. It’s nice, you’ll see. You ever been naked with other people?”

“In a sauna a couple of times,” Aunt May replied. “It was nice.”

“Sure it was nice. This isn’t any different,” Becky drove on. “Joey and I will just go watch TV and you join us when you’re ready, but the new rule is ‘No Clothes in the Den,’ Okay? Come on, Joey.” I followed Becky across the hall to the bathroom where she began to wipe the cum off of her thighs.

“Are you nuts?” I asked.

“You watch. I bet she’s a horny old bitch. She’ll be sitting down there naked with us in no time at all. You just watch,” Becky responded as she threw her third wad of toilet tissue into the bowl and hit the flush handle.

Later we all ate dinner together, Becky and me sitting at the table naked, Mom and Aunt May ignoring the fact we were naked. Afterwards, Becky and I helped Mom clean up the kitchen as Aunt May said, “I’m tired. I think I’ll go get a shower and get to bed.”

Finished in the kitchen, I headed downstairs to get myself a shower as Becky headed upstairs. Shower finished, I was sitting in the den when Becky bounced in, naked save for towel wrapped around her head. She sat down next to me, pulled the towel off letting her wet hair cascade down, then began to brush it out. As she moved her arms, held up over her shoulders it made her tits bob and weave in time with her shoulder movements. I couldn’t help but reach out and fondle them one at a time with my left hand. “You guys just can’t keep your hands off a girl’s titties, can you?” she asked me playfully.

“Not when they’re this cute,” I replied.

Television droning in the background, Becky was still brushing her hair and I was still lightly fondling her tits when Aunt May walked into the den. I stopped my tittie play, Becky stopped brushing her hair, and we both turned to look at her. She had a kimono robe on, a red pattered, satin like kimono, tied at the waist, gaping partially open on top exposing a great deal of cleavage. The thin smooth material of the kimono did little to conceal her shape. Struggling to cover her ample hips it gaped open at the bottom like the top, showing the insides of her thighs. I could see the outline of her hanging tits and that coupled with the show of cleavage left very little to the imagination at all.

Looking me right in the eye, May untied the waist belt of the kimono and slowly opened the robe. As she did, her full, untrimmed bush of dark brown pubic hair came into view followed by her tits as she let the robe slide off her shoulders. She dropped the robe on the chair and stood there, hands on her hips. “Is this what you meant by ‘no clothes in the den’?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I replied as I took in the view of her body. She was overweight but retained a female shape and I couldn’t take my eyes off those tits. They looked huge to me. Sitting down on the couch opposite Becky and me, May let her legs relax, thighs apart, shining that bush at me as she sat back against the back cushion. Her tits sagged slightly to each side and I felt my penis begin to engorge.

“Isn’t being naked great, Aunt May?” Becky asked. “Not a care in the world. Besides, look what you’re doing to Joey.”

“That hadn’t escaped me, Becky. Does my old cow like body do that to you, Joey?” she asked me.

“I guess it does, huh?” giresun escort I replied. “I like your tits.”

“Aren’t mine good enough for you anymore, Joey?” Becky teased.

“No, I mean, I like them, too. I guess I like all tits,” I stammered back.

“Typical male,” Aunt May said. “If you like them so much, do you want to see what they feel like, Joey?”

No answer necessary, I quickly got up off the couch and stepped over to Aunt May. Stooping down in front of her I reached out with my right hand and slipped it up under her left tit, lifting it gently. It was heavy, real heavy, and the nipple, looking down slightly where the tit hung naturally was in my palm as I juggled the funbag in my fingertips and hand. I could feel an erection building quickly between my thighs. I wanted to suck that big nipple and without hesitating I leaned forward which rolled me onto my knees and pulled it to my face. Sucking as much of that brown, dimpled areola into my mouth as I could I rolled the nipple around with my tongue as I sucked gently. I heard Becky behind me, “I think he likes that, Aunt May.”

May’s only response was a soft “um hum” as I continued to suckle her tit. Spreading her thighs, she began to shove my head down, down past her bulge of a belly, down until my face was in her large bush of pubic hair. Scooting herself toward the edge of the couch she presented herself to me and I readily dove in, tongue searching for her pussy lips as my nose rooted around in her thick dark hair. There was a scent of bath powder in my nostrils as I my tongue found its target and began to lightly lick her lips from front to back. I felt her hands on my head as she urged me on, pulling my mouth more tightly to her pussy and I took the hint by beginning to probe with my tongue, deeper and deeper reaching hot wetness as I tongued as deeply as I could. Searching forward I found her clit and after tonguing it wrapped my lips around it and began to suckle on it. I felt May begin to rotate on the couch to lie down and began to turn with her to maintain my liplock on her clit but soon felt her hands on me, guiding me onto her on the couch in a sixty-nine position.

Following her lead I soon had my head down between her thighs, sucking on her clit again as I felt her hands on my penis, stroking, fondling my testicles. Continuing to suck her clit I reached around her thighs and began to finger her pussy, first two fingers of each hand gently teasing, probing as I felt her mouth on my penis. Her hands on my ass she pulled me toward her face as she rapidly stroked my penis with her mouth and tongue. Oh man, I was about to cum, rising quickly, then there, feeling myself pulse in her mouth, feeling like I set loose a large load of semen in several strong pulses of my aroused penis. I could hear May swallowing as I finished my orgasm and continued to suck on her clit and finger her pussy. She was lightly sucking on my penis, milking it dry as she began to tremble and shake under me. With a muted groan, muted by my penis still in her mouth, she rattled through an orgasm that seemed to last forever before calming down. I stopped sucking on her clit and just laid there with my fingers still in her very wet pussy as May pulled my penis out of her mouth saying, “Damn, that felt good.”

Glancing over at Becky I saw that she was feverishly masturbating as she watched me and Aunt May. One hand on her pussy, the fingers working rapidly in and out as her other hand was playing with her tits, fingering her nipples, she began to cum, moaning softly as she sat there trembling under her own touch. I rolled off of Aunt May, sat down on the floor, and we both watched as Becky settled down, eyes closed, fingers moving slowly by then. Becky opened her eyes and looked at us then just grinned.

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We were completely fucked. Out in the middle of nowhere and two tires on the car punctured and no way to repair them. My dad had been driving, and not paying attention to the road as he drove over where some shards of broken glass had been scattered there, completely slashing up both tires on the right hand side of the car.

We all three got out, Dad, my older brother Harry and me, Andy, the youngest. We each bent down to get a look and each decided the same. We were, indeed, completely fucked. There was nothing we could do but set out on foot and try to reach the nearest garage, or even a house were someone could help us.

We had been driving out to meet my uncle Luke, Dad’s younger brother, who had moved out of the city desiring a life somewhere rural, removed and remote where people wouldn’t bother him and his son Joe, at 18 the same age as me. We hadn’t seen Uncle Luke or Cousin Joe in years and had been looking forward to spending a week in the country and catching up. Now, however, we were cursing the remoteness of our family’s distant living arrangement.

After walking for the best part of an hour and finding no sign of human settlement, seeing no traffic passing along the road, and becoming increasingly grumpy and irritable, we finally saw a single house alone in a field, with a truck parked outside. Instantly, the pace of our walking picked up and we all three rushed toward the building, hoping as much as anything to sit in the shade for a short while.

The gorgeous creature that opened the door on our knocking was an exceedingly impressive specimen of womanhood. She was probably around 40 but looked very good for her age with freckles and strawberry blonde wavy hair and a large, toothy smile on full pink lips. She wasn’t very tall and had a slender narrow waist, but was certainly what could be described as full figured.

None of the three of us men could help the way our eyes were drawn, although given the way she was dressed it was possible that she intended it just that way. She was wearing a thin white blouse just about buttoned across her chest that seemed to be straining to break free. He breasts were, quite simply, enormous, massive orbs of white flesh pushing out from her chest, large nipples outlined against her blouse, showing she wasn’t wearing a bra at all.

Along with her blouse, she wore just a knee length skirt and a pair of heeled sandals. The rest of her legs were bare to show the soft, sensual curve of her calves. All in all it was a pretty delicious, arousing package, but it was definitely her busty chest that drew all our attention to that luscious feminine body.

“Well, hello, boys,” she grinned, flashing her white teeth, “Like what you see?” All three of us blushed and moved our gaze back to her face, “What brings you out here in the middle of nowhere?”

Dad explained about the puncture and how we needed help with either fixing or replacing it or to be taken to the nearest garage for assistance.

“Well, now, why don’t you all just come in out of that hot day and have a nice cold beer and then we’ll see what we can do for you,” she said, inviting us into the house, “You can just call me Mom.”

“Mom”, as she insisted we call her, lead the three of us into a comfortable living room and returned with three ice cold beers, which we happily sipped away at, enjoying the long, relaxing sit down.

“Well, I’d like to help some nice young boys like you,” she smiled at them, “But I need to know what’s in it there for me.”

We looked at her blankly, not quite realising what she was getting at. She held her eyes on us, but her hands, long elegant fingers with shiny long nails, began to rub her breasts and nipples, making the latter stand out even more hard and proud. We stared open mouthed at her breasts through the thin material, completely unsure of how to react.

“You know, my babygirls have been gone all day and these big titties are in real need of some attention,” she smiled, “How about you boys help Mom out with her problem and Mom’ll help you out with yours.”

We stared at each other again for a moment, really not sure what to do, but all secretly thrilled by the request this hot, busty woman was making on us.

“Come on boys,” she said, pulling her blouse open and allowing those gorgeous mounds of chest flesh to burst free, “I’m waiting.”

“Go ahead guys,” Dad said to us, “We really need to get that car fixed, better do as she says.”

I guess we didn’t need all that much more invitation than that, because in a few seconds both me and Harry were across the room, bending over “Mom”‘s chest. Each of us took a huge breast in our hands and starting to lick the huge, soft flesh. I wasn’t sure about Harry, but I was sure getting a pretty big boner from the situation, the embarrassment of doing this in front of my dad and big brother doing nothing to abate it.

From licking around Mom’s breast, my tongue gradually circled in on her massive erect nipple, it seemed to draw me in until I wanted nothing but to suckle on it like she was my mother and hatay escort I her child. I took the big, hard nipple in my mouth and started to suck, shocked at how, in a moment, milk starting shooting out, filling my mouth like I really was a suckling child. I didn’t stop though, I was loving sucking that breast and getting a tasty milky mouthful just spurred me on.

Beside me, my brother too had discovered the milky treat in that firm nipple and was also sucking for all he was worth, slurping and drinking it down just as eagerly as I was.

“Oh boy, you’re hungry,” Mom laughed as we two went down on her big naked bosom, “You sure do like sucking on Momma’s titties!”

We could only moan in assent with a mouthful of milky breast each, sucking and tonguing at the juicy nub of Mom’s nipple. Dad, our real dad, still sat watching, but not for long.

“You need to join in too,” Mom said, pointing at him, “There’s more for you to suck as well, just like your little boys.”

She began to lift her denim skirt, indicating that Dad should come over and go down on her. I don’t know if his mind was at all on our real Mom back home, his wife, but that didn’t seem to stop him from following this “Mom”‘s invite and coming over to put himself in between his two tit suckling sons to kneel before where she continued to lift her skirt.

Suddenly, Dad let out a gasp that caused both me and my brother to let a breast slip from our lips, allowing a trail of milk to run down each of our chins, and look at what had caused it. Where Mom had lifted her knee length skirt, where we had all expected to see a wet pussy, there was instead a six inch cock, thicker than mine. Busty beautiful Mom was a big dicked shemale! Her dick, purple, veiny and uncut was already semi hard from our tit licking and she waved it both tauntingly and invitingly in our dad’s face, directing it at his open mouth.

“Go on, suck,” she said, commandingly, “Suck like your little boys suck Momma’s titties. Remember you want my help, so do it. Get Mom off and I’ll help you.”

Despite our need to get back on the road and the fact that Mom could help us do that, I was still shocked by how readily Dad reached out his hand and began stroking “her” shaft, licking his tongue around the edge of her foreskin. In a few seconds, he was licking all over her dick until it was as rock hard as mine, surprisingly, was from watching.

As me and my brother turned back to suckling Mom’s big nipples, still leaking their milky fluid, although how given she was really a guy they gave milk I didn’t know, Dad opened his mouth and took her hard member inside, beginning to suck it like a pro, swallowing the shaft, getting it thick and wet.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, suck Momma’s tits, blow Momma’s cock,” she moaned, “There’s good girls, get ready for Momma’s milk.”

Her dick began to spurt and out of it shot thick, gooey streams of glistening white cum, right into our father’s mouth. Dad swallowed big dicked Mom’s cum and she kept shooting it into him, her tits leaking milk into our mouths at the same time until finally she withdrew from the three of us.

Looking at us together, we all looked the same, sheepish and embarrassed but hugely aroused, each packing a bulging hardon obvious in our pants, and each with a slick, sticky trail of white liquid over our lips and dribbling down our chin, testament to our earlier Mom-sucking. In fact, given the similarity in appearance, it would be hard to tell at a glance which of us had been suckling her bountiful bosom and which her rock hard dick.

“You give good head, honey,” she said, smiling, at my dad, her blouse still hanging open to reveal her milky breasts, her skirt still askew to reveal her dripping dick, “That can’t be your first time!”

“No,” Dad agreed, surprising both me and my brother, “I used to practice with your uncle Luke when I was your age, boys.”

What? Even though I’d just watched him enjoy giving a wet, sticky blowjob, it was hard to believe my dad had done the same thing years earlier with his own brother! I looked at Harry, my brother, and couldn’t help imagining doing the same to him. Oddly, that was not a horrible thought, in fact I kind of liked the image of his hardness sliding down my throat. My thoughts were, perhaps fortunately, interrupted at that moment by the sound of a heavy footstep in the doorway.

“Oh God,” Mom gasped and blushed pink, covering her enormous boobs unsuccessfully with her hands, “Dad’s home. I don’t know what he’ll do if he catches us like this!”

I began to become quite afraid, although not knowing quite what to expect, as the heavy footfalls approached the room. The door swung open and a clear voice could be heard.

“Mom? What have you been getting up to?”

We all turned to see the owner of the voice. “Dad” was dressed in a plaid lumberjack shirt, leather chaps and heavy work boots, with auburn coloured hair tied back in a ponytail. The only thing was, “Dad” was no more a real guy than “Mom” a real girl. Indeed, the person ığdır escort that entered the room was a very good looking woman, with a pair of immaculate breasts not a great deal smaller than Mom’s, over which the plaid shirt was loosely draped.

In between her (his?) legs, there was another surprise. Dad may have had the wet pussy we expected to see on Mom, but it wasn’t totally on show. Although she wore no pants or underwear between her leather chaps, there was a leather harness. And this harness held in place a massive strap-on dildo, a dick that may not have been as real as Mom’s but was a good inch longer and a little thicker. It was black plastic with “Big Daddy” written along the side.

“Oh, Dad, I’m so sorry,” Mom blushed, “But I just had to. They’re such good and willing suckers. Just like our own girls.”

“Well, Mom, if that’s the case then maybe we can share,” she/he replied, “Let’s see how well these sweet things suck.”

“Oh, um, I don’t know,” our Dad, the one that was actually a man, albeit one with a mouthful of spunk, said, “We really need to get that car sorted out.”

“It wasn’t a request,” “Dad”, the one with big, round breasts responded, “If you sucked my wife’s juicy dick, then you will suck mine.”

Although “Dad” was a woman, she was taller than any of the three of us and broader shouldered. She looked like she meant business and the big black strap-on between her legs did nothing to take away from that. I doubted we could get away from both her and Mom if we tried. And anyway, did we really want to get away? If we’d been so willing to suck a fake woman’s big tits, then why not a real woman’s fake dick?

So, it looked like we were staying to let both Mom and Dad do whatever they wanted with us. We stood there timidly not knowing what to do next, but all three still obviously aroused by the situation. Dad walked over to the row of us.

“Now, sweeties, let’s see which of you is the one with a taste for cock,” Dad said.

She took her finger and ran it over my chin and around my lips, scooping up the wet white liquid. I took a moment’s pleasure in sucking her finger just as I had her “wife’s” nipples. She took the finger away and sucked it herself, licking up the milk from my mouth.

“Momma’s milk,” she said, “Guess you’re a little titsucker babygirl.”

Repeating the same thing with my brother Harry, she licked another load of milk from her finger.

“Another babygirl who likes Momma’s breast milk,” she said, moving over to our dad, “Which means this must be the cumlicker of the family.”

She smiled at him and moved in for a lingering wet kiss, licking her tongue all around his lips and tongue until she had lapped up a little of Mom’s spunk from his lips.

“Mmm, yes,” she licked her lips, “That’s Momma’s spermy juice. How about you show me what you can do.”

She pushed our dad to his knees in front of her and pointed her thick plastic prosthetic in his face. Once again, he didn’t need much encouragement, having already sucked a real cock today, this fake one was nothing to him. He began to take it right down his throat, slurping and sucking it, getting it slick and wet.

“Yeah, sweetie, you’re a natural,” Dad moaned and I noticed that as our dad sucked her, he was pushing the other end of her double ended plastic dick back up into her pussy, “I can see why you wanted to play with these ones, Mom.”

It was a very weird sight, this busty babe dressed in masculine clothes, shoving a big black strap-on down my dad’s throat, my dad on his knees, eagerly sucking cock like a teenage slut. I could not ever have imagined such a sight, but it was strangely alluring. I could feel my own dick getting very hard indeed, straining at my tight pants the way Mom’s tits had been with her blouse.

“You watching babygirls,” she said, turning to us, “See how it’s done? Now let’s see how you do it.”

She pushed our dad aside and got Harry, my elder brother, down on his knees. He was a little more tentative than my dad had been, after all he’d never sucked any dick before, real or strap-on, guy’s or girl’s. However, it was clear to me that he was as turned on by the twisted situation as I was, so it didn’t take much for him to mimic our dad’s dick loving behaviour.

He began to lick his tongue all over the length of the strap-on’s slick black shaft, tasting where our dad had left his saliva and little bits of Mom’s sperm. This was not enough to satisfy Dad though. He grabbed Harry’s head and pushed it onto her plastic member, sliding it between his lips until she was fucking his face.

“Yeah, babygirl, suck that,” she moaned, “Don’t you love Daddy’s dick?”

“Mmm — aah –,” my brother gasped, “Yes, let me taste Daddy’s dick!”

Soon, he was really getting into it, not just having his mouth fucked, but going right down on that plastic dick like he’d been taking it all his life. I couldn’t wait for my turn to do just as my father and brother had and submit to this strange strap-on waving “Dad”. I wasn’t to get quite ısparta escort what I expected, though.

“Oh yeah, get that nice and wet,” Dad was saying, “Because now it’s time for the little babe to have a go.”

I moved over to kneel where my brother was in front of her, but Dad stopped me in my tracks.

“No, not like that,” she said, “Strip.”

I stood motionless and surprised and, in that time, Mom had come over, still half dressed in open blouse and dishevelled skirt, and had started pulling off my shirt. I joined in and stripped out of my pants until I was standing naked in front of two tranny strangers and my father and brother, my cock out swinging and rock hard.

Now Dad pushed me to my hands and knees. Instead of sticking that strap-on cock in my face as she had with my brother, however, she moved around to crouch down behind me. I soon felt why when she began to rub her strap-on dick around my ass crack.

I gasped as I felt Dad’s hard finger slide between my ass cheeks and penetrate my anus. I had never had anything back there and it felt incredible feeling so prone and penetrated, getting my ass used in a whole new way. Still, as my ass clenched around that hard finger, I wondered how it would ever cope with being torn into by Dad’s much longer and thicker plastic penis.

“God this bitch has a tight ass,” Dad said, directing this to Mom who still stood watching, her dick beginning to poke her skirt up into a tent of arousal once more, then adding, to my brother, “Little sucker, come over here.”

In a moment, I felt my ass invaded once more, this time though with a warm, wet tongue. I turned my head back and was shocked to see my brother Harry kneeling behind me tonguing my ass like it was a hot girl’s pussy. It felt incredible the way his hot tongue rimmed me and then slid right up inside me, making me wet and lubricated and ready for more.

“Oh boy, brother, that feels so good,” I sighed, “It’s so wrong but so good.”

I could see that the wrongness of the situation didn’t deter my brother at all, he only licked more eagerly, sliding his tongue deeper into my ass as I encouraged him. Meanwhile, our dad had gone back to blowing the Dad’s fake dick, getting it as slick and wet as my ass.

Dad pushed my brother and father out of the way and got back behind me. With her dick and my ass nice and wet, she was able to push the head of that plastic penis between my ass cheeks and on up inside me. It was a slow and slightly painful experience, but Dad was unremitting, pushing into me, tearing my ass open, readying me for a lifetime of submission.

Pretty soon, it started to feel really good, to feel really right getting filled up from behind like this. My body just knew how to act, how to take it, how to love it as I gave my ass and my self up to this hard, dominating man-woman.

As soon as she was buried inside me, Dad begun to slide out, only far enough though to push back in. Before too long, she was sliding back and forth, thrusting in and out of my waiting ass, riding me as I pushed back against her long, deep thrusts, yearning to be filled with thick, hard prosthetic cock.

“Oh yeah, oh boy, oh yes, that’s good,” I sighed, “Fuck me like that, give me Daddy’s dick!”

My real dad was still across the room, watching me, his youngest son, give up his anal virginity to a woman with a big strap-on he himself had sucked. I noticed that he had stripped as naked as me and was watching with his dick every bit as hard as mine. I guess he could hardly disapprove of what was going on, so engaged in the depravity as he was.

I didn’t see Harry for a moment until he was pushed to the ground next to me, kneeling and bent over with his naked ass in the air just like mine. I realised that he was about to get the exact same treatment that I was getting from Dad’s strap-on, only from Mom’s real fleshy cock.

Mom grabbed Harry’s waist and shoved her dick hard right up his ass, causing him to scream out. It didn’t take long, however, until he was moaning, sighing and pushing back just in time with me, our asses being torn into together, both us just as willing to give our naked bodies up to being ridden like this.

“Mmm, there’s a good girl,” Mom said, slapping Harry’s ass, “You like Momma’s dick in your tight girly ass?”

“Oh Momma, yeah, it feels so good,” Harry sighed, “I must be a good girl to enjoy getting dick this much!”

“Not so much as me, brother,” I turned to face him, smiling, “I’m getting my ass shafted by an even bigger dick and loving it even more. If anyone’s a real good girl it should be me!”

That’s right, we had actually reached a point where we two brothers were on our knees competing over who was the bigger girl as our asses took Mom and Dad’s dicks in unison. I’d never have believed it of myself, but then I’d never have believed anything to be as great a pleasure as getting fucked like this beside my own brother.

While all this was going on, my dad, naked and hard was watching lustfully, so much so that he couldn’t help absent mindedly stroking his shaft as he saw his sons get screwed. He had inched closer to where we were bent over so his dick was now quite near to our faces. It was the closest I’d ever seen a real cock, I could pick out the veins on the shaft and the translucent pre-cum emerging on the head.

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At 35 years old, my older sister had the ideal life — a loving family and a successful career in real estate. However, that ended the moment she discovered her husband was having an affair. Naturally, her husband tried winning her back, but it didn’t work. Being the woman she was, she never forgave him and lived life as a single mother.

She lived on the other side of the state where her career was, while I lived near our parents. When they both passed away, the large secluded property where they lived was transferred to Evelyn and me.

As siblings, we became owners of a beautiful house, which neither of us wanted because it was in a remote area. It was an easy decision for us to sell the home.

We quickly found a buyer and the house was sold. Everything went smoothly. It became a sad feeling whenever I was in the home where we grew up, watching the movers pack old pieces of furniture to take away. I called my sister to tell her that she should visit the house one last time. She was reluctant at first because of how busy she was with her career. But I eventually convinced her that it was the right thing to do.

In the end, we both got more than we anticipated.

***

I was standing in the large living room watching park her car in the driveway. It was Sunday afternoon. The sky was clear, but it was really cold. The wind blew her long hair around as she walked toward the front door. She was dressed professionally as always, with her appearance well kept in a warm outfit. It looked as if she was dressed for work.

She smiled when she saw me through the window and we both waved at each other. When I opened the door for her, we gave each other a warm embrace.

“It’s nice to see you,” Evelyn said while we hugged.

“You too.”

She ended the hug, “Come on, let’s go inside. It’s freezing out here.”

I closed the door once she stepped inside the house. Her eyes wandered the home, noticing that most of the furniture either had been taken away, or was in the process of being taken away.

“Looks different doesn’t it?” I asked rhetorically. “This place being empty is a strange sight to get used to.”

Evelyn nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. Mom and Dad liked everything just the way it was. Now it’s all gone.”

“I know. The movers are coming back tomorrow and they’ll take the rest of the stuff away. The new owners want to move in next month.”

“They’re very lucky people. This is a beautiful home. Plus they bought it at a great market value.”

“You never stop thinking about work, do you?” I asked with a smile.

She turned to me and smiled back. “Guess not. I love my job.”

“Obviously – you’re always working.”

“What can I say? There’s always work to be done.”

“Speaking of which, come take a look at this,” I said. “There’s something you might be interested in seeing.”

My sister followed me as I led her towards the window overseeing our backyard patio. The view from where we stood was always beautiful. We looked at the pool, the forest, and a small statue of an eagle, which was sitting on the grass.

“So you found it?” she asked with surprise. “Where was it all this time?”

“Dad hid it in the shelf. I guess he did it because of how often we used to talk to that thing. It must have really creeped him out,” I joked.

“That makes sense. It was fun. I can almost remember everything I’ve ever said to it.”

“Me too.”

“Can you believe it’s been so long?” she asked. “We used to spend so much time hanging around that pool together. It almost feels like we’re living in a different life.”

“Especially for you. You actually look like a business woman now.”

She playfully put her hands on her waist. “I am a businesswoman now.”

“Of course,” I winked. “You know what I meant. You’re the most successful person in our family right now. I think that’s great.”

“Thanks,” she winked back. “It’s a result of years of hard work and diligence.”

We turned our attention back to the small statue. Both of us continued looking at the spacious view as well. The room became quiet, but not awkward. We felt comfortable around each other, even in silence.

“It’s yours if you want. I’ll load that little statue in your car and you can put it in your backyard.”

“You don’t want it?” she asked.

“I think it would fit better in your backyard since you have a nice swimming pool,” I replied. “That statue looks great by a pool.”

“Thanks. It brings back so many memories. All those summers lounging around after an afternoon swim. I used to stare at that statue a lot. It helped me relax.”

“I know.”

Evelyn turned to me and smiled. “You used to spy on me when I was in the backyard. Especially when I went swimming. I would always pretend not to see you, but I knew you were watching.”

“God that was a long time ago. Didn’t we agree that you would never mention that again?”

“I must have forgotten our agreement,” she teased. “But I still remember you spying on me.”

“What did you expect?” diyarbakır escort I shrugged. “You were the prettiest girl in town, and I was a young guy with a lot of new feelings. Things happen.”

“That’s why I never held it against you. Some of my friends used to complain about their younger brothers peeping on them, but it never bothered me. I thought it was cute.”

I nodded. “Yeah, and like you said, it feels like a different lifetime already. We’re both older. You’ve got a family, kids of your own.”

“I had a family. I love my kids more than anything. But it’s just us at home.”

“Sounds like a painful divorce.”

“All divorces are painful,” she said in a somber tone. “I hope you’ll never have to go through that.”

“Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call.”

“I appreciate that. We rarely talk anymore.”

“We’ve both got our own lives now,” I replied. “That’s just the way it goes.”

Evelyn had a bittersweet look on her face. “Come to think of it, this is the first time in years that we’ve actually been alone together. Whenever I see you, it’s always at some big family party with a crowd of other people I barely know.”

I thought for a moment. “You’re right.”

“I’m always right.”

“Well I’m glad to see that some things haven’t changed,” I quipped.

“Don’t be jealous that I’m smarter than you. I’ll always be smarter than you,” she said playfully.

“In your own imagination maybe.”

Evelyn laughed and playfully slapped my arm. “You haven’t changed either.”

“Apparently neither of us has changed much,” I replied. “Maybe that’s good.”

“So do you still think about the same things?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you still think about the same things you did when we were younger?” she asked again. “You used to spy on me when I would go for a swim. And I remember that most of the women you were attracted to back then were older. Are you still the same way?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Curiosity.”

I sighed. “If you’re that interested, I still like older women. I guess you can call it a preference of mine.”

“Do you still think about me?” she asked.

“Sure I do. I’ve been thinking a lot about you since we’ve decided to sell this house. In fact, I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon since you kept me waiting for so long.”

She smiled, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

“Do you ever think of me in the same way as before? You know, me coming out of the pool, wet and dripping wet.”

“You’re asking if I still have dirty thoughts about you.”

Evelyn nodded. “Do you?”

“No,” I replied. “That was a long time ago. We were young. Why are you asking?”

“Curiosity. Every time I go swimming, I always think about it.”

“Anything else you’re curious about?” I asked sarcastically.

“Sure, what did you think about whenever you watched me in the pool?”

“I was being sarcastic Evelyn.”

“I know you were, but I’m asking anyway. What did you think about?”

“Okay, now this is getting awkward. Let’s just finish this up and leave.”

Evelyn looked at me with a straight face. “I’ll make you a deal: If you answer that question honestly, I’ll give you honesty in return.”

“Always looking to close a deal huh?”

“That’s what I do. So what’s it going to be?”

“What exactly are you going to tell me in return?” I asked.

“It’s a surprise. Consider it a risk worth taking. I promise you’ll like it.”

I thought for a moment, thinking to myself whether I should be so candid or not. Then I figured that there was nothing to lose – the past is the past.

“Fine, if you’re interested, I imagined you naked. I had never seen a naked girl in person before. Seeing you wearing a bikini by the pool was close enough.”

“Have you ever thought about having sex with me?” she asked bluntly.

“Sometimes. That’s every guy’s reaction to seeing a hot babe. I wasn’t proud of it, but whatever. I thought it was my secret until you caught me and embarrassed me for spying on you. You made me do all of your chores for two months in exchange for you never bringing it up again. But I guess you forgot about that right?”

Evelyn smiled. “I guess I did. I enjoyed hearing your answer.”

“Now what’s the secret you were going to tell me?” “What do you want to know?”

“Weren’t you going to tell me something interesting?”

“Nothing particularly,” she replied with a nonchalant attitude. “Ask me whatever you want, and I’ll give you a truthful answer. That was the deal we made.”

“Great, now I feel like an asshole for admitting all that for no reason.”

She laughed. “Don’t feel like that. You aren’t an asshole. You’re a good guy with great taste in women.”

“Anyway,” I shrugged. “It’s almost evening and the sun is starting to go down. We should finish our tour of the house before leaving. What else do you want to see?”

Evelyn continued looking outside through the window. edirne escort

“I’ve already seen everything I wanted to see – the house, the living room, and now the pool with that statue of the eagle there. It brings back so many fond memories. And I got to see you again. This conversation was worth the long drive.”

“That means a lot.”

“Are there any towels in the house?” she randomly asked.

“Paper towels or hand wash towels?

“The kind of towels a person would use for swimming. Are there any in the house right now?”

“Yeah, I think there are still some towels still upstairs,” I replied.

“Can you go get them?”

“Why?”

“I want to go swimming here, one last time.”

“You realize that the water is freezing right?” I asked, knowing it was a pointless question.

“I know, but I don’t plan on staying in the water for very long. We should do it together. It’ll be the last fun memory we have in this house, because after the new owners move in, we probably won’t see this place again.”

“There are plenty of other fun things we could do around here.”

“But none of them would be as fun as going for another swim in that pool,” she said adamantly. “Deep down, you know I’m right. With everything that’s been going on in my life these past few years, the one thing I need right now is to do something utterly crazy. Come on, I want us to go swimming again.”

I looked in her eyes and saw how happy she was becoming. Her face looked older than I remembered, but there was a gleam in her eyes, which I remembered from our youth. At that moment, she wasn’t the dedicated career woman anymore, but the young fresh faced Evelyn that I knew from many years ago. There was no point in arguing with her. How could I?

“I’ll get the towels for us,” I replied.

She gave me a big suffocating hug. “Thank you.”

After the hug ended, I quickly walked up the stairs thinking what a horrible idea it was. Who goes on an impromptu swim on a cold day? On the other hand, it made her happy. It was the happiest I’ve seen her in a long time. Most of all, she was right, it sounded fun.

It didn’t take long for me to grab a stack of towels from the box they were packed in.

When I headed back down the stairs, my jaw nearly dropped. Evelyn was undressing to the point where she was almost naked. I saw her bare back as she let her clothes fall to the floor. She was completely topless. Next, she was undoing her pants and untying her shoes. She took off her shoes and pulled her pants down.

“Evelyn…You’re…You’re…Naked…” I gasped, seeing her only in panties.

She turned around and I saw her bare breasts for the very first time in my life. They were beautiful, average sized, and firm. Her nipples were large and brown. Her body had curves in all the right places. She used to be skinny and athletic growing up, but her recent pregnancies added voluptuous curves in certain areas, making her appear more womanly.

“I know I’m naked,” she replied carefree. “I didn’t bring a bathing suit with me, and I don’t want my clothes getting wet, so this will have to do.”

With that said, she pulled her panties down to reveal her trimmed bush. Then off came her socks. She was completely and utterly naked before my very eyes.

“Okay,” I said in a state of confusion.

“Are you just going to stand there and stare? Or are you going to join me?”

“You want me to get naked with you?”

Evelyn nodded. “If we’re going to do something fun and completely crazy, then we might as well go all the way. I’m naked, now it’s your turn. I want to see you.”

My body felt like it transitioned to autopilot and I neatly placed the towels on a nearby chair. Piece by piece my clothes came off. As I undressed in front of my beautiful sister, I couldn’t look at her. I was embarrassed, but aroused at the same time. Thankfully, the mixed feeling kept me from having an inappropriate erection.

“There,” I said. “Now we’re both naked.”

She smiled, “Great, now we can go swimming.”

I followed Evelyn’s lead as she opened the patio door, which led to the backyard pool. There was instant cold breeze the moment that door opened. It was a sharp contrast between the warm house and the cold outdoor weather.

We stepped outside together, naked, it was almost as if we were becoming used to being nude around each other.

When I look around, I realized how vulnerable we were. Even though were in a remote area surrounded by trees, there was always a possibility that someone could have seen us, and we wouldn’t know about it. There was also the possibility that the new owners could have made a random visit and saw us – brother and sister naked together. That would have been extremely awkward.

“Did you plan this?” I asked as we walked barefoot to the pool.

“God no,” she replied sharply. “It was a spur the moment idea.”

“Seems like it. So who’s going in that pool first?”

We both looked at the water, knowing it was going to edirne escort bayan be freezing cold.

“Same time?”

“Fair enough,” I replied.

Evelyn smiled and extended her hand. I took it, and we both tightly held hands.

“On three,” she said. “1…2…3…”

Once she said ‘three’, we both ran, still holding on to each other, and jumped high and into the pool. It was an incredible amount of fun when we were flying in mid-air above the pool. It was as if the world stood still. Nothing else mattered. We felt free, like we were young again. She yelled out loud showing her excitement. Our lives were like old times. There were no worries or fears. Everything was bliss. Everything was joy.

The moment we crashed into the water was a completely different feeling. The water was icy cold. My body felt like it was covered in ice. That’s what we deserved for not heating the pool first. That short moment of being submerged underwater felt like an endless eternity. Once we both floated back to the surface of the pool, I wanted to laugh seeing the look of excruciating pain on her face. Then I realized she had the same feeling looking at the silly expression on my face.

Neither of us said a word, but we reacted the same way. We swam as fast as we could back to the edge of the pool and climbed out. We ran back to the house as fast as we possibly could, leaving a trail of cold water dripping from out frigid bodies. Once we made it back inside, we slammed the door shut.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” she shouted twice.

Evelyn was shaking with her arms wrapped around herself. Both of us were freezing cold. She stood still while I quickly grabbed the towels and brought one to her. I wrapped a towel around myself. When she wrapped the towel around herself, her arms lifted to reveal her breasts and I noticed that her nipples had become rock hard. They had become dark and stiff from the cold water. I stared for a moment because of how erotic it appeared, but I turned away the moment she looked at my face.

“I’ll make a fire,” I said.

“Great idea,” she said with a shivering voice.

We headed to the spacious living room wearing our large towels as we tried our best to keep warm. Evelyn grabbed one of the extra towels and spread it across the floor in front of the fireplace, and she sat down on it. I threw a few wooden logs into the fireplace, and lit it. Before long, a fire was burning, and it became warmer as the flames grew.

“That should do it.”

“Feels that way,” she said before patting the towel she sat on. “Sit next to me. We’ll be warmer if we’re closer together.”

I sat on the towel right next to her. She was using a small towel to dry her hair. There we were, two grown siblings, almost naked, sitting in front of a warm fireplace as the sun was starting to set.

“It’s getting dark soon. We should get dressed after we’re dry.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she said, handing me a small dry towel. “For your hair.”

I dried my hair with the small towel she gave me, and she continued doing the same with her small towel. Her hair was long, so it took a while. As she reached up to dry her hair, the towel that was wrapped around her opened to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were still hard. Admiring her beauty was an easy task. When she caught me looking, I quickly turned away and she covered her breasts.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked with a faint smile.

“I was just making sure you’re alright. You looked like you were suffering badly a moment ago.”

“That’s because I was.”

“Yeah, what a great idea it was to go swimming in whether this cold.”

She playfully tossed her hair towel at my face, and I caught it.

“I never said it was a good idea,” she replied. “I said it would be fun, and it was fun wasn’t it?”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“Besides, you finally got see my tits, and the rest of me. Isn’t that what you’ve wanted after all these years?”

“So this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” I asked.

Evelyn shook her head. “I honestly didn’t intend on this happening, or you seeing me naked. It never crossed my mind. All I wanted was to see our old home one last time. I didn’t expect to get this emotional. I’ve been through a lot this past year with my divorce, and I just needed to do something wild for a change.”

Looking in her eyes and hearing her voice, this was the most vulnerable I had ever seen her. Everything about her was bare. She revealed herself to me emotionally, and physically too since she was partially nude.

“You seem determined to change things,” I said.

“Do I?”

“Yeah, you do. You seem like a woman who’s ready for a new phase in her life.”

She smiled, “Those are pretty deep words from someone like you. I’ve always thought of you as more the ‘ladies man’ type of a guy, not the sensitive type.”

“You’re partially right,” I smiled back. “I’ve been with enough women to realize that they each have different phases in their life. That’s the way life is. There are ups and downs. You’ve had a tough time with your divorce, but now you’re getting over it. The best part is that you’re a lot prettier when you’re happy.”

“Thank you. I needed to hear all of that.”

“Well, if you needed me to be your therapist and offer you beauty advice, then you must have been in a lot of trouble.”

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I come from a small family, my parents had just me, then I also had just one aunt and uncle who had one child, a male cousin, Frank, who I only see occasionally as he lives across the country from me.

My wife Alice had a younger sister, Jean, who only had a daughter, my niece, Jackie, for Jacqueline. Jean’s husband was out of the picture even before I met her, it was years ago.

Sadly, my wife is also gone, three years ago, a fast-growing and, basically, untreatable cancer took her in months.

But, Alice’s sister and I have always gotten along well and, after my wife’s death, we’ve even become closer as she has been a great support to me through it all.

I’ve also been close to my niece, Jackie, watching her grow from a cute little doll of a girl to a rather lovely young woman of eighteen.

Now, my sister-in-law is a successful business woman, a vice president of wealth management for a large banking firm with branches all over the midwest. So, this summer, she had planned on a two-week vacation to the south of France for herself and Jackie and invited me as well. She is that nice and, yes, that well-off.

So, we were there on the south coast of France. The weather was perfect and I was outside laying in the sun on a lounge chair as my sister-in-law came out to join me.

Now, Jean is an attractive woman, she’s thirty-five, so, by my standards anyway, just at the peak of a woman’s beauty and the bikini she was wearing was exposing much more to my gaze than I’d ever been privileged to see before. She was stunning.

As I said, I’d never seen so much of her skin and was amazed at her body. The top of her suit was so small that there was no doubt that she was getting no support at all from the bra-top, her firmness was all hers. Her breasts weren’t large, they were probably B-cup and her nipples had to be pretty small or they would have shown. Yes, the suit was that brief.

“Oh, this sun is what I’ve been wanting, Zach, isn’t it beautiful here?” she asked as she sat down next to me and began putting suntan lotion on. I’m still man enough that I kept hoping that she would ask me to do it for her like happens in all the erotic stories you can read on the internet. But, no, she did it herself as I discretely watched.

“Yeah, what a spot, simply heaven. Perfect time of the year, too.”

“Mmm, yeah, perfect. I think I’ll just, um, Zach, you are family and all that, do you mind if I sun topless? I never get the chance at home and this is so private.”

“Nah, fine,” I struggled to get out as she reached behind and the top fell off her arms. I looked away, not wanting to be a total lecher but soon found an opportunity to check out my sister-in-law’s very lovely breasts. Beautifully curved underneath, they did have small, dark red nipples which were quite erect. Oh, I wanted to suck them.

“Oh, god, Mom, look at you,” I hear my niece say as she came out. I glanced back and, she, too, was in an infinitesimal bikini which barely covered her elazığ escort nipples and slit. She was eighteen and, well, she sure had changed in the last few years.

“Now, dear, your Uncle Zach is family, you know that. And there’s really no one else around. So, just calm down, we’re in France after all.”

“Well, okay, then,” she said and I saw her flip off the top she was wearing. It was almost impossible to keep from turning around but, well, I didn’t need to, Jackie walked out in front of me to drag up another lounge chair. Her breasts were even larger than her mother’s and they were crowned with puffy pink nipples. I thought I’d cum right then.

I had to leave, I just had to get somewhere and take care of the fierce erection that I now struggled to hide as I got up and went inside. I quickly went down the hall to my room, closed the door, whipped off my trunks and got on the bed to take urgent matters in hand.

My sex life at that stage was pretty inactive anyway and with these two beautiful women topless right within my reach, well, what would you do?

So, I’m about there, which, of course, didn’t take long when the door opened and my sister-in-law slipped in and closed the door behind her.

I immediately pulled the sheet up over me and she said, “It’s all right Zach, I know you don’t have a girlfriend and, I guess, seeing Jackie and me without our tops on, well, I understand. I’ve been kind of lonely myself, can you move over?” and she came to the bed and got in next to me.

“Now, let’s see if I can figure out where you left off,” and she began jacking me up and down as I leaned over to take one of her nipples into my mouth. She was moving up and down on me when she swung a leg up over me straddling me and guided my cock to her pussy and pushed down driving me inside.

“Mmm, I think we’ll both enjoy this even more,” she said as she began rocking back and forth. It was almost as if I could close my eyes and be back with my wife. But I tried to concentrate on the present as I also had someone I wanted to please.

“Oh, Jean, this is spectacular, you are such a sexy, sexy woman.”

“Mmm, thank you, you’re pretty hot yourself. You feel wonderful inside me like this.”

Just then, the door opened and my niece stood there watching her mother fucking me, her uncle.

“I wondered why you two didn’t come back,” she said looking at us.

I felt my cock begin to shrivel but Jean just kept fucking me. Incredible, I thought.

“We’re right here as you can see. Your uncle and I have been rather lonely and, well, we thought it might be nice to be together and enjoy each other.”

“Mind if I watch, I’ve been kinda lonely myself?”

“Do you mind, Zach, if she watches us?”

Well, what does one say to that?

“No, it’s fine with me,” I said as Jackie’s mother rocked up and down. Jackie sat in a chair and pulled the bottom of her thong aside and began rubbing her pussy. That was all I could erzincan escort take and I began spurting into Jean as she moved her hips around in a circle over and over which quickly got her off as well.

She dropped down on me as we kissed softly and quietly afterward.

“You two were beautiful,” I heard my niece say as we lay there in each other’s arms. “Do you think I could borrow my uncle for some of the same?” she asked.

“Well, Zach, it seems like you’re in demand. It’s fine with me, Jackie’s a big girl now and I certainly have no objections, in fact, I’m willing to recommend you to her as a lover. You’re really quite wonderful in bed.”

“Oh, but you’re the one who did all the work, I just enjoyed it all,” I said grinning as Jean pulled up off me and sat on the bed next to me, leaving my wet cock cooling off in the bedroom air.

“Well, Uncle Zach, I like being on top too, so why don’t you just stay right there,” my niece said as she got up, shedding her bikini bottom as she stepped to the bed, knelt down and began sucking me.

She had a dazzlingly-compact young body, easily Playboy material, and she could suck like an angel. I had been without a woman for so long, then suddenly cast in with two wonderful and sexy women, I was soon back as hard as I could be.

“There,” she said, raising up off me, “oh, just what I want. And my mom gets to watch her little daughter have sex. I think of all the times I kept it hidden. Mmm, here goes,” and she raised her leg over me, reached under and pushed down, sliding her labia over me as I reach for her beautiful, firm breasts.

Then she pulled up, oh, so tight, gripping me like a glove as she rose. Then, at the top, I felt her vagina relax and open a bit as she glided down feeling so wet and warm and smooth, then up again, nice and tight and snug, just over and over. She was terrific, young, sexy, hot.

“It’s nice to keep things in the family, isn’t it, Uncle Zach?” she asked saucily as she twisted her hips around making me feel so good. She was surely well-schooled in how to make a man feel good. I looked and her mother was sitting across the room, her feet up on the chair seat, both hands between her legs rubbing along underneath.

My niece leaned over to place a swollen pink nipple on my mouth which I hungrily took in to suck as she rocked up and down.

“Mmm, this is so nice. I was getting so horny, this is just what I needed.”

I lay there sucking her wonderful boobs as I got fucked to heaven and back. She was perfectly made for sex and knew exactly how to use everything she had.

She rocked up and down, her pussy so silken inside, so smooth, so slippery, so tight. I had forgotten how wonderful a girl of her age and enthusiasm could be but was so enjoying being reacquainted with the experience.

“Mmm, mmm, oh, good, mmm, close, yes, I’m so close, it’s just,,,oh, OH, AYYE, AYYE, AUUH, AUUH, UUH, uh, mmm, mmm, oh so good, mmm,” she groaned.

“Mmm, erzurum escort now your turn, Uncle Zach, I want to make you cum now, it’s your turn,” and she began pulling up on me, tightening so much each time, her pelvic muscles were phenomenal making it feel as though she was sucking the cum up out of me.

I was glad I’d already had one ejaculation, that this one would be slower to come about, that I would last longer as my niece pumped over me so wonderfully bringing me up to a second orgasm.

Wonderful, blissful feelings washed over me as I cummed up into my beautiful, sexy niece. She bent over and kissed me.

“Well, that was a wonderful first time for us, Uncle Zach. But not our last. Mom and I have plans for you.”

“Yes, Zach, I need to be honest with you,” Jean said as she lay down next to me as my niece pulled up off me to lay on the other side. “I’m afraid Jackie and I rather plotted this whole thing. I’ve been alone for a long time and, now you have as well, and Jackie once brought up that I had a perfectly fine man already in the family.”

“Yes, so Mom agreed that she was interested in you and I suggested that she bring you along on this trip and, well, make things happen. Um, then, I kind of invited myself in on everything after we got here.”

“I’m afraid my daughter confessed that she’d had a teenaged crush on her uncle and, even though she’s outgrown it, she is still attracted to you. So, it looks as though you can have us both. I mean, if you want us.”

“If I want you, both of you?” I asked looking from side to side at the two beautiful women next to me. How could any man turn the two of you down? Both of you, oh, my. I’d better get a thorough check-up when I get back home.”

“Yeah, and maybe some of those little blue pulls, Uncle Zach. There’s two of us and I know how horny I get. How about you, Mom?”

“Well, here’s the answer to that,” and she bent over and started sucking my cock which began to respond as Jackie also scooted up to bury my face between her generous breasts. Would I ever forget France?

I was engulfed in my niece’s breasts as her mom sucked me hard again. After a few minutes, Jean raised up and got up on the bed over me to lower herself back down over me, sliding her pussy over me, then fucking me right up to heaven as her daughter bent over for me to suck her titties.

Well, I had to be the most sexually-satisfied man in France during our time there. Clothes were only worn to go out and while we did do some sight-seeing, most of our activities were indoors. Well, except for a remote little beach we found. Remind me to tell you about that sometime.

We’re back stateside now and Jean and I were married by a Justice-of-thePeace last month. Jackie was Maid of Honor and while we didn’t take a formal honeymoon, we did have champagne back at my new wife’s place where we were now living and all three of us retired to our king-sized bed to enjoy one another.

Yes, my niece, now my stepdaughter, still joins us in bed, in fact sleeps with us on a regular basis which keeps me rather busy, but never happier.

Jean said when I proposed to her that it didn’t make sense that Jackie and I stop having sex together just because the two of us were getting married. I didn’t object, would you?

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Notes [Last revised September 18, 2015]:

– Special thanks to Ciguardian for helping us make this better by actually editing this story.
– All characters are the product of the authors’ imagination, and are 18 years of age or older.
– Although this is a standalone series there are undisclosed details in Unintended Consequences and An Unwitting Discovery.
– We don’t think there is a particular order to read these since the reveals make it more interesting in the order published. However, several readers have commented the order should be Unintended Consequences, Empty Nesters and then An Unwitting Discovery.

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We both left our parents’ home as soon as we possibly could. The relationship with our strict father and semi-abusive mother made it a necessity. Katherine made her escape when she graduated from high school.

Kate was truly special. She was super bright, got A’s in all her subjects and skipped a grade somewhere in elementary school. When she walked across the platform to collect her high school diploma, two weeks before her seventeenth birthday, she had a full four-year engineering scholarship to NC State tucked in her pocket. I’m not quite sure what happened, then, since we’ve never really talked about it, but she married Jim Richards, a guy in one of her classes, during her freshman year at State, and they started having kids almost immediately.

Personally, I thought that it kind of sucked, because she didn’t get to finish her degree. Although Jim seemed like a nice enough guy, I worried about how it made her dependent upon him. It was one of the big issues we had frequently discussed about our parents’ marriage, which was why I found it so surprising when she gave birth to their daughter at eighteen, and their son only ten months later. I just couldn’t believe she’d let that happen, or even slow her down. By the time I made my escape, about six years after she had, she and Jim were pretty well established in Raleigh. Her husband was working as an engineer, making a decent income.

I don’t think anyone would have honestly described me as being as bright as Katherine. However, they might have said I was stubborn or full of determination. When I finished high school, I just barely made it into NC State on my grades. There would be no scholarships for me, but I was bound and determined to succeed. Our parents’ low income qualified me for some financial aid, and I would work to subsidize my education. At my high school graduation, Katherine told me how proud she was of me. She wanted to help me with tuition, but couldn’t do much about living arrangements. She already had a five-year-old girl, Zane, and a four-year-old boy, Adam, and their house didn’t have room to take in a boarder. They were supposedly trying for a third, but her husband had begun to seem distant. I’d thought she was happy, until that day we spoke at my graduation.

Once in college, my journey seemed to mirror hers. I fell for a lovely girl, Launa, who (I felt) tricked me into knocking her up. Our son was born before I turned nineteen. I never understood why this had happened to both Katie and me. We’d both seen how poor education had affected our parents’ lives. So, why would we have both allowed these obstacles to come into our lives? It didn’t make much sense. However, rather than making me give up, my obstacle became a challenge that made me just work harder. My side-job paid decently and, eventually, I went out on my own doing computer work for small businesses.

Around the time Tommy was born, Katherine and Jim moved to Richmond Virginia where he’d gotten a better job. My last two years of college were tough, without her nearby. She’d sort of been my personal ‘cheerleader’ through my first two years, cheering me on through the challenges and lauding my successes. She’d been more supportive of me, much of the time, than my own wife.

When she’d graduated high school and headed off to college, it had created a hole in my life. The hole had been filled, temporarily, once I was living in Raleigh and spending some time with her every week. Her move to Richmond reopened the hole, but being on my own taught me a lot. I finished my degree in computer science with a minor in automation engineering. Shortly after my graduation, I got an offer to work offshore for a big oil company.

The oil company really didn’t give a hoot where I lived, so long as I made it to the rig for my month-on, month-off duty periods, but I moved my small family to Corpus Christi, Texas, to make my commute easier. The schedule was pretty terrible, but the money was awesome. We had a nice house, Tommy was in a decent school, and I was managing to put quite a lot aside for his college fund.

Things were going pretty smoothly, from my point of view. We’d been living with that schedule for about eight years when my wife decided she didn’t like my month-on, month-off schedule. Looking back on it, I suppose çorum escort I shouldn’t have been surprised; it was a common enough occurrence, among the people I worked with. I suppose I’d thought that our marriage was immune to that sort of friction, because Launa and I got along pretty well. So, it was a big shock when Launa finally told me that she’d been seeing another guy for the last year or so, and that she was leaving me and moving to Austin with him.

A lawyer buddy of mine got me a decent divorce settlement: just a division of assets for a one-time payout. The judge ordered modest monthly alimony payments but, since Launa was so eager to marry her new guy, they eloped almost before the ink was dry on the divorce decree, so I only had to pay her for one month.

The bad part was that she got full custody of Tommy. I’d only get to see him for a month during the summers and every other Christmas. Luckily, my particular rotation schedule had me off each December, or even that might have been a problem. Since he was twelve, it also meant that I’d only have six years of child support. The monetary impact would be minimal, but the emotional upheaval left me a bit of a wreck.

Of course, I made a call to Katherine, to let her know that Launa had left me and that the divorce was in progress. It was good to be able to talk to someone other than the guys on the rig, about what was happening in my life. Katherine knew me like none of those guys did, and she genuinely cared about me. We phoned back and forth more often, during the early stages of my divorce, and her last call came in late August, just before I was scheduled to return to the rig for another month.

“Danny, I’m so sorry that all this is happening to you,” she told me for the umpteenth time. “I wish we lived closer, so that I could be there, for you.”

“It’s alright, Sis,” I told her. “These phone calls help a lot. It’s like those commercials used to say; long distance is the next-best thing to being there.”

“Well, I should come visit you for a few days. What’s your schedule, for the next couple months?”

“Well, I have to head back to the rig on September 1st, and then I’m off for all of October,” I said.

“Your birthday’s in October,” she suggested. “Why don’t I drive down, and we can celebrate it together?”

“Sounds nice, Sis, and I’d really love to see you, again,” I answered, “but I can just as easily catch a plane to Richmond.”

“Danny, if you fly up here, I’ll still have the housework and looking after Jim and the kids to deal with. We wouldn’t get that much time to visit. Besides, I could use a bit of a break, myself. I’d just as soon come and visit you.”

“Sis, that’s a two day drive each way!” I protested. “A flight would take maybe five hours. At least let me buy you an airline ticket, and set it up so that you can pick it up at the airport in Richmond.”

“Okay, Danny, I’ll take you up, on that,” she finally agreed. “It’ll give us more time to visit with each other.”

“Great, Sis!” I told her. I was beginning to realize how much I’d missed her presence in my life, over the last few years, and getting excited at the prospect of her visit. “I’ll call my travel agent and make the arrangements, and then get back to you with the details.”

When I look back on it, now, I have to mark that visit as the beginning of the really big change in my life. I had still been pretty depressed by my situation: I had plenty of money, but no one, really, to share it with, and the lifestyle I led was rough on people in the offshore business. While she was down, though, it was a lot like ‘old home week’. We talked quite a bit, and she really opened up to me. She was being frustrated with Jim, in lots of ways, and wondering if her marriage was in trouble. When I think about it, I guess all the warning signs were there, but that’s just how hindsight makes us feel smarter.

The entire week of her visit was a great time, for both of us. Katie was able to relax a bit, away from the regimentation of being a housewife and mother, and the two of us spent the days having fun and enjoying each other’s company. We took a couple days to do ‘tourist’ things, while I showed her some of the local sights, and the rest of our time we just spent lounging around the house, or the pool, or taking walks along the beach while we talked. There was never any tension or disagreement between us, and only one truly awkward moment. That moment came on the morning that Kate was due to fly home to Richmond. We’d gone out drinking, the night before, stayed out a little too late, and got just a little more drunk than we’d planned. Somehow, we made it back to my place safely, and ended up in each other’s arms in my bed. At least, that’s where we woke up, that final morning.

I don’t know which one of us initiated the encounter, and I have no memory of what happened. The whole incident is still denizli escort a total blank, to this day. I only know that it happened because we woke up in my bed, in each other’s arms. Both of us were painfully hung over, naked, and smelled of stale sex. As I disentangled myself from her arms, I caught a pretty good glimpse of Katie’s body and, if I hadn’t already had a severe case of ‘morning wood’, I’d have still been hard pretty quickly, because she was really beautiful. I’d had other women in that bed, and I couldn’t recall even one of them who’d had a body to match hers.

We were both extremely embarrassed, of course, but it had happened; what could we do? We both mumbled apologies as we tried to cover up and slither out of bed. She used the top sheet as a wrap, while she collected her clothing from the floor and slipped across the hall to the guest bedroom where she’d slept all the other nights of her visit. I just sat up and turned away from her, leaning down to grab my boxers and put them on. On the way to the airport, we both tried to convince each other that it had simply been a case of drunken sex. It was an accident, and nothing would come of it. We promised each other that it would remain our secret, and that no one else really needed to know that it had ever happened, most especially Katie’s husband.

The problem didn’t vanish, then, of course. Our goodbye hug, at the airport, was a bit awkward, partly because we were both still embarrassed over the incident, and partly because I hadn’t been able to get the image of my beautiful, naked sister out of my mind, and I was more than a bit hard and had to try and hug her without letting her feel that lump in my jeans. The guilt set in, then, as I watched her board the airplane for her flight home. I loved Katie very much, and there was a part of my conscience that was telling me that, drunk or not, I still shouldn’t have let the incident happen. Still (and here’s where the real problem raised its ugly head!), despite my guilt, shame, and embarrassment, I felt an odd warmth in my groin as I watched her board her flight. She had a really hot body, for a mother of two who was fast approaching forty, and the slight sway of her hips and buttocks as she climbed those boarding stairs was truly a sight to behold!

What the hell am I thinking? I asked myself.

We stayed in touch, after that, but never repeated the visitation.

The years flew by, and I went through a ton of girlfriends. None of them could handle the month-on, month-off schedule. They all strayed and found new boyfriends, eventually. I had one gal who lasted four hitches (eight months). She cleared out her stuff (and a lot of my possessions, as well) when she left and, try as I might, I couldn’t track her down to get my stuff back. Needless to say, that was the last time I trusted a woman with a key to my house. It was also probably the last time I really tried to find a woman I could have a relationship with, as well. Oh, sure, I found the occasional lady and “got my itch scratched”, but I wasn’t looking for any sort of commitments.

I also got a vasectomy. I was approaching the point where, even if I was lucky enough to find that one special woman, I was getting too old to be looking at starting a family with her. Too, I didn’t want any more ‘surprises’, like the one I got when Launa announced that she was pregnant with Tommy.

Shortly after their son Adam finished college, Katherine called me to say she and Jim were getting a divorce. They had raised their kids and put them both through college and, now that their kids were leaving the nest, her husband decided that he’d go, too. As it turned out, he’d been having an affair for a couple years, with a younger engineer, at the firm where he was working.

This meant that my sister would be forty-four years old, with two years worth of college credits in engineering (only some of which would still transfer, due to their age), no husband, no income (as she’d been a stay-at-home mom and housewife) and a small monthly alimony check for a few years. It was very disheartening, for her, and only the support she’d received from her kids, Adam and Zane, had gotten her through the worst of it. We spoke on several occasions, during her divorce, but we hadn’t communicated much in the past few months.

In June of that same year, Tommy made his last summer visit to my place in Corpus before starting college. The summer visits kept us close and, despite Launa’s constant denigration of me, to him, I think he genuinely enjoyed coming to see me. Typically, he’d be at my house for the entire month of June. It was during this particular visit that he told me he’d been accepted to NC State. I was so happy and proud of him, I bought him a brand new Ford Taurus, so that he could come and go as he needed. I loved Tommy; he really was a great kid.

He’d done really well, in his studies, but not well enough düzce escort to qualify for a scholarship, when my income was figured into the equation. When I told him that the college fund I’d set aside for him would pay his living expenses and tuition, plus cover some ‘fun’ stuff, his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. His mother hadn’t married very well, after me, it seemed, and it was pretty clear (from some comments he made) that his step dad, Pete, didn’t care much for him, or kids, in general, for that matter. He was glad to have Tommy headed off to college, and no longer at home to interfere with whatever he and Launa decided to do on the spur of the moment, but he was too cheap (or, perhaps, just too damn broke!) to offer him a penny toward his college costs.

I was both proud, and sad, the day Tommy left my place. My son was all grown up and, in another month or so, he’d be headed off to college. We’d talked a lot about what he could expect during his first year at college, and I’d given him lots of pointers based on my own experience. My last advice to him, before he drove off, was, “Always use protection. Women aren’t always truthful about being on the pill. I would never change having you as a son, but I would have liked having control of the timing. I’d also want to make sure I loved the woman, and she loved me, with a trial period of at least a year.”

Before she’d left to fly home, after her previous visit with me, I’d made sure that Katie had a phone number to reach me on the rig (the company had lines set aside for employee calls) as well as my home phone. About two weeks before the end of my September hitch, Katie called me to say that her divorce was final, and she wanted to come down for my thirty-eighth birthday, in October. I said I would love to see her and I’d be happy to pay for the flight. This time, she insisted she was driving. She claimed that she’d discovered, on her previous visit to my place, that she didn’t like airplane travel. I was about to come off the rig when she phoned me, from Atlanta, to tell me how close she was. As I boarded the helicopter for the short flight to Corpus, the memory of what had happened on the last day of her last visit came flooding back to me and, try as I might, I couldn’t get it out of my mind. She hadn’t mentioned it at all, in any of our recent phone calls to plan her visit, but that didn’t stop me from being extremely tense, throughout the flight, or from hoping that the incident wouldn’t change things for us, too much.

When the chopper touched down at the company’s hangar on the private side of the airport, I found my truck in the parking lot, tossed my bags into the cargo bed, and drove home, still fussing and worrying about how our time together would go. Stepping through the door of my place, I took a long look around the house, noting its condition, and the month-long layer of dust that had accumulated over all of the furnishings, and decided that I needed to tidy up. I’m not a slob, by any means; I’m simply a bachelor who spends a month at a time away from home, and who seldom entertains guests. I worked steadily, into the late evening, and was nearly finished when Katie arrived.

The doorbell rang and I walked over to answer it. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be here till tomorrow,” I said, looking at my watch. “It’s only ten o’clock; you must have been flying,” I chided her.

“Yes, I’ll admit I was traveling with purpose,” she said, dragging a huge roller bag behind her as she stepped into the house. “The closer I got, the more excited I was, to see you again. I caught a couple hours worth of cat-nap at a service plaza just outside Atlanta, and then drove the rest of the way. I had this adrenaline surge, because I was getting close, and, well, here I am.”

“I’m glad you made it safely here, Katie,” I smiled, hugging her. Then, taking her roller bag, I asked, “Is this everything? Last time you came, you had two big suitcases, for a week’s visit.”

“There’s more in the minivan, but it can wait until tomorrow.”

Looking out at her Honda Odyssey, visible in the light of the small lamp-post by the driveway, I could just make out that it was stuffed to the brim. “Is that all of your stuff, in there?” I asked smiling.

Katherine blushingly answered, “I thought I might stay here a while, before I decide what to do. Is that OK?”

“Sure thing, Sis. I have plenty of space, here.” I said kind of surprised. “I um – I didn’t know you were even considering a move.”

“I just had to get away from that asshole, Jim,” she replied, getting really worked up. “He doesn’t think he owes me anything. The lawyers have it all settled, but he won’t let things be. We’re splitting the proceeds from the sale of the house, and I get fifteen thousand a year, alimony, for the next ten years or until I get remarried. I also got half of his retirement savings moved into a retirement fund for me. He couldn’t fight any of that, because it was what the courts ordered, so he’s just phoning, or coming around at odd times, unannounced, to harass me. I didn’t feel much like putting up with that, so I sold the rest of my stuff and left. I wanted to get away, and go somewhere where I could forget about the whole ordeal.”

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This is a continuation of my story “Of Mothers and Mushrooms”. I feel this is better-written than that one (my first!), but I’m not sure I’m the best judge… It’s the first part of several which are yet to be written – would love to get some constructive feedback.

Also – futanari-on-male, mother-son incest and muscular women. If any of those turn you off, you might want to stop reading now.

*****

‘It’s your mom, isn’t it?”

Jake broke from his reverie. He looked down at his girlfriend’s face, uncomprehending. “What about her?”

Kelly sighed, her hand digging under his shirt, stroking his stomach. “Jesus, you’ve been so stressed out the whole week, this visit really upsets you, doesn’t it? That thing yesterday with the kitchen plans…”

He snorted, disgusted. “Oh, man, don’t remind me…” his mind reeled at the disaster that was narrowly averted, him giving the drilling crew an out-of-date work set. He was good at his job, things like this didn’t happen to him! Kelly was right, of course; his mother’s visit was looming over him like a dark cloud… he bent his head down, locking lips with her for a long kiss.

He should tell her…

She broke after a moment and pulled back to her seat. The parking lot was almost empty – it was Friday afternoon, most people (those who weren’t already on summer vacation) were gone for the weekend. This would be the first Friday night in almost 4 months the two of them would spend away from each other, and it was hard to say goodbye… she brushed her straw blonde hair back, and looked him in the eye.

“Look, I know there are things you’re not telling me…” he started to protest, and she put her finger on his chin, smiling. “It’s alright, we’ve been ‘official’ for less than 5 months, there are still things that might or might not come out, it’s OK. I know it’s complicated, her being a… you know…”

“A futa.” He completed, softly.

“Right. Futa. I know it colors things between you…”

‘Colors’… nice choice of words. If she only knew…!

“…and I know I can’t begin to understand how this affects your relationship…”

Oh, baby! You have NO idea!

“But I just want you to know I’m here for you. Whatever you need, if you want to talk, or…”

He put his hand or her thigh, loving the round, smooth feel of her toned body beneath the rough cotton pants. So unlike… Her. He smiled down at her serious face, her blue eyes clouded with worry. “It’s OK, baby, there are just things we need to work out. Mother-son stuff…”

Oh, god, why couldn’t he just come out with it, just tell her everything?! She loves him, she’ll understand!

No she won’t, no one could understand. Nobody should HAVE to TRY!

Her hand was on his chin, stroking it. “Would you like me to come for dinner? Would it…”

“NO!” She looked up at him, startled at his vehemence, and he spoke again, his voice softer.”No, it’s OK. I want to have a talk with her tonight, things might get tense. You’ll see her tomorrow.”

She looked at him quizzically, then shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “OK, you know best.” She checked the time on her phone. “You’d better go, she should be there in a couple of hours.” She straightened herself up and gave him a quick peck on his lips. “Well, I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. I really am dying to meet her – the way you describe her, she sounds really amazing…!”

He laughed, in spite of himself. “You’re just dying to meet a real woman with a real cock! I swear to god…”

She blushed a bit. “Well, I never knew that that was even a thing until a month ago! But I’m not going to embarrass you, babe, I swear! I’m going to be on my best behavior, I’ll take her shopping, I’ll be the model girlfriend, I promise!”

He leaned in for a quick kiss. “I know you will. And I’ll work everything out tonight, over dinner. Tomorrow will be fun, I promise! Just have to go through this… “He felt himself deflating again, and sighed. “I’m not really sure I’m up to it, you know? I’m just… It’s just that I’m really bad at confronting her.”

She took his hands in hers, looking in his eyes. “Well, maybe don’t think about it in terms of confrontation. You’re Super-Coordinator, remember? You always say you love her very much – talk to her, tell her what you feel, what you need.”

She laughed when she saw his doubtful expression. “I’m just talking through my ass here, right? I have no idea what your ‘issues’ are. But I trust you – you’re smart and you’re kind, you’ll work it out.” She let go of his hands and opened the car door, wriggling out, giving him a nice glimpse of a perky breast through the opening in her company shirt. She had really nice breasts… and his mind wandered to another, much larger pair, soft and welcoming, riding on top of thick, hard pecs…

He was painfully hard as he pulled out of the parking lot and stated the drive home.

– –

He smiled as he thought about Kelly, making out with her in the cramped car, about those last few months they had spent together, bursa escort seeing each other almost every day – at work, and then the nights together, at her place or his. He loved making out with her, he loved fucking her, he very probably loved HER – she just made him feel like a MAN, again!

His mom, on the other hand…

He had stayed at home for almost 3 weeks after they first hooked up – and she made him feel like anything BUT a man… After a week she decided to just take a sick leave, and they more-or-less spent the next two weeks fucking non-stop. Aside from a couple of times she let him do her up the ass, He was on the receiving end pretty much constantly – servicing her gigantic girl-cock, having it pounding his ass for hours on end. It was exhilarating, he never wanted it to end, but it was also doing his head in. He started out being crazy in love with his mom – with her beauty, with her sardonic sense of humor, with her insane body, with her monster cock – but in no time at all it became all about the cock. He was no longer Jake Stein, up and coming building project coordinator/cool dude; he felt as if he was now his mother’s cock-sleeve – nothing much besides.

He was in a daze – an addict, a zombie. But his mom saw what was happening. When he decided to call the company and pull out of the Costa Rica resort job – 3 days before he was due to arrive there, something that would have cost him his position in the company – she decided it was time to pull the brakes. She told him he needed to leave. He was stunned; he thought she loved him, that they would stay together forever! But she shook her head.

“Jake – I DO love you, I wish we could stay together, but, don’t you see? This is exactly what happened with your dad. He became addicted to me, to my COCK, and ended up hating me for it. I don’t want this to happen with US, I don’t want to lose you!”

He argued with her, He pleaded, he even cried – but he knew she was right. She said he needed to leave, build a life for himself ; she wanted grandchildren, for Christ’s sake! She cut him off, cold turkey, and it was hell. His body needed her, he needed her inside him, her monster cock thrashing his colon to mush, her balls slapping against his butt, her breasts pressing against his back… it’s been almost 7 months, and he was getting hard now, thinking about it! Hard – and terrified…

Yeah, the first few weeks were hard, but work was a good distraction – and soon there was also Kelly, the company’s environmental engineer; she was cute, she had a dry sense of humor that he liked, and a full, round ass that filled the regulation cargo shorts quite nicely. He wasn’t much fun the first few weeks – those 3 weeks he had spent with (or was it ‘under’?) his mom left him with what felt like a pretty bad case of PTSD – and at first he wasn’t very responsive; but Kelly was a very determined girl – once she put her mind to something, she could not be easily deterred. And he finally did come out of his shell, and he allowed the vivacious, cool Iowa gal a glimpse of his old self. And they clicked, and it had been a very nice 5 months, since…

He still talked with his mom almost every week. She had been pretty active, sexually, and seemed to be having a lot of fun, but said that nothing really seemed to click for her, that it all seemed rather pointless. They had talked about her visiting him in the summer; but as her vacation drew nearer – and as he got closer and more comfortable with Kelly – that impending visit started to weigh on his mind. She was very enthusiastic about Kelly when they first hooked up, encouraging him to give her a chance, and later even giving him relationship advice – which seemed to him a little weird; nothing about his mom’s romantic and sexual history really made her an expert on man-woman relationships…

But, as he got tighter with Kelly, her attitude seemed to change. She started to bring up little tidbits from “sex camp” – her nickname for the insane 3 weeks they had spent together, back in the winter. She would give him very elaborate accounts about her sexual adventures – it made him very uncomfortable, and he told her several times that he didn’t want her to tell him all this – but he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself. At some point she started sending him pictures she took of sexual partners servicing her, her mammoth veiny dick going into their gaping jaw or up their butt. He was getting dick pics from his mom, for crying out loud! Two weeks ago she woke him up in the middle of the night, and when he answered there was a man moaning and crying, and he watched in horror as she live-streamed herself fucking a middle-aged, pudgy man who he recognized as his old biology teacher from high-school.

“Mom, you’ve got to stop doing this! It’s a miracle Kelly didn’t wake up!” He was sitting in the bathroom, whispering into his phone, his eyes glued to the screen, watching Mr. Colman’s body shake violently as she pounded into him with all the force of her muscular gluteus.

His çanakkale escort mom guffawed. “Sorry, babe, this was just too hilarious, I thought you’d want to see this.”

He sighed, exasperated. “Mom, it’s not hilarious, it’s not funny, it’s just you having sex… I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, really, but… it’s your life, OK? I’m just… I need to stay out of this, OK? I’m trying to build something with Kelly, you just… you need to let go, OK? Just… just let go.”

She was quite for a moment, her thrusting into poor Mr. Colman’s butt subsiding. After a while she slapped the side of his butt, her large palm leaving a reddish glow on his white flesh. “OK, sweetie, gotta take a break. Be right back”. The man protested, weakly, as the camera followed her giant girl-cock sliding out of his abused butt, thin strings of lube stretching away with it. She stood up, and Jake caught a glimpse of her hulking figure in the wall mirror as she moved towards the bathroom. She switched to selfie-mode, the light from inside the room lighting her face, and his breath caught. God, she was so beautiful!

“Honey…”

“Mom, really – I just…” he stopped, not knowing what to say. She shrugged, her mountainous shoulders rolling up, the beads of sweat covering them sparkling with the light from the bathroom. “Look, you’re the only one I feel comfortable sharing this stuff with, OK? I love you, I love talking to you, I think we’re friends, right?”

“Sure, mom, I love you, I love talking to you, too, it’s just… well…”

She nodded. “Look, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, OK? You’re a big boy, you know what’s good for you…”

He could hear Mr. Colman’s plaintive voice from the bed. “Helen, are you coming back soon? I’m starting to get cold…”

She looked to the side. “In a minute, hon. You just keep that cute ass up in the air…!” She turned her face back to him, lowering her voice. “It’s not really all that cute – too pudgy, you know? – but I like the way he cries as I pound him…” she smiled, wickedly, the smile he knew and loved, and his hand went down, grabbing his fully-erect shaft, stroking it…

Mr. Colman’s voice, again: “Are you talking about me? Who are you talking to? Are you coming? I feel really empty…”

His mom sighed\. “No rest for the wicked…” out loud she said: “Give me a sec, sweetie, I’ll be with you in a minute. You might want to put in some more lube!” She looked in his eyes. “Look, we’ll talk when I get there, OK? We’re not going anywhere you don’t want to go…”

This, somehow, didn’t sound very reassuring. “Mom, only place we’ll be going to is the beach, OK? You’ve got to promise me you’re going to behave!”

She smiled angelically. “Have I ever been naughty?”

He remained in the bathroom for a while after he hung up, beating himself off furiously. Man oh man – he was Fucked.

His growing nervousness was not helped any when, a week later, she sent him a picture. She was standing in front of the bedroom full-size mirror, her tree-trunk legs spread apart, her left arm in a bicep pose, revealing a peaked 18″ beach-ball, the other hand holding her phone, leaving just a part of her gorgeous face exposed. In front of her was Mr. Colman, seemingly crying. His 5’6″ frame dwarfed by her massive body, feet dangling a few inches above the floor, he seemed to be floating in the air, the large bulge in his stomach the only clue to his true situation. Dear lord, Jake thought – she was holding him up by the strength of her monstrous cock alone! The accompanying text read: “need to buy a bathing suit – how about this? Nobody is going to see my cock in it!”

Yeah, he was pretty much screwed.

* * *

It was almost 8 when he heard the taxi pull up outside. She left the airport before 3 – the ride was a little over 4 hours, she should have been here an at 7! He went outside and saw her standing behind the car, taking her suitcase out of the trunk. The driver was standing on the other side of the car, looking very sullen.

He walked down the lane, feeling very unsure of himself – what to do, what to say? He took her in. Last time he saw her fully dressed, she was in sneakers, wearing baggy trousers and a tent-sized t-shirt. She was now dressed to the nines: a white jacket, sleeves rolled up to reveal hard-looking arms, over a red shirt, cut to give a view of her sizable pecs and a glimpse of tantalizing cleavage. She wore a tight black skirt, cut modestly, not too high above her knees, but exposing a good bit of her quads and giving a good idea of the thunder thighs hiding underneath. She was wearing black, high-heeled sandals that made her at least 6’2″, towering over the very miserable-looking driver. She was quite a sight – he could only imagine the reactions of people to her on the journey from Chicago…

She turned to him as he approached and smiled. “Hi, baby! Sorry about the delay, had some issues.” She leaned in before he could reply and gave him a brief hug and a peck on the cheek. “Now, be a çankırı escort dear and pay the nice man.” She picked up the heavy-looking suitcase and turned to go to the house. “Oh, and don’t bother with a tip – I gave him one before we got here.”

She smiled mischievously as his jaw dropped and brushed past him, walking with long strides, her large, round ass moving from side to side hypnotically. He looked after her for a moment, and sighed. Well, things were off to a good start… he turned to the driver, who was still standing there, not speaking.

“So – good ride?”

The driver looked up. He opened his mouth as if to speak, thought better of it, nodded. there seemed to be flecks of creamy white on his bushy black mustache. “Oh, mom, you didn’t…” Jake thought. But he knew that she did. Those next 3 days were going to be hell… “how much?” He asked out loud. The driver grunted. “25,000.” He said.

As the driver ran his credit card, Jake looked around. There were only a few houses with the lights on; most people living in his neighborhood were foreigners – mostly American – working on the new resort project, and many of them were away on their summer holiday. It meant less people on the small stretch of beach below the hill they were on, tomorrow – and less opportunities for his mom to perpetrate some further mischief…

The driver handed him his receipt. Jake felt he had to say something – though he wasn’t quite sure there was anything he could say. “Look, er… “he glanced at the receipt. “Look, Miguel, about my mom…?” The driver looked up at him with surprise. “This woman – she your mother?! Madra Mia…!” He looked at him earnestly. “She is mui loca, si? Crazy woman!” He tapped his forehead for emphasis. “MUI Luca!”

Jake couldn’t really argue that particular point. He was still thinking of an answer when the driver turned on the ignition and drove off, tires screeching.

* * *

He was almost fuming as he reached the front door. GodDAMN it, mom! It was one thing when she was plowing through Chicago and suburbs, fucking any and all futa-loving men – this was her life, she could do what she wanted with it. But here – everything she did could impact his life, his career! They needed to set down some ground rules, and fast! He opened the door, pushing it forward almost violently, his anger boiling – and stopped dead in his tracks.

His mother was standing in the middle of the hallway, facing him. Her jacket was on the small table, and she was pulling her tight skirt down, across the expanse of her rippling thighs.

He pushed the door back and put his hand on the wall for support. “Mom…” he said, weakly.

She just smiled, raising her legs, one after the other, taking the skirt off, putting it on the table. He looked at her crotch, half hidden underneath the loose shirt. Her large balls were packed in a Lacey red thong, her cock rising straight up, hidden behind the shirt. She caught his gaze and smiled briefly, saying nothing. She began to slowly unbutton the shirt, starting at the top, first revealing her massive, well defined pecs. He was always amazed by them – it was as if she had a reserve set of tits underneath her front ones… those, too, were now coming into view. They seemed to be bigger than he remembered them; she seemed less cut than she was last winter, a bit less definition overall – but she was bigger, larger. The boobs straining against the tiny red lace bra fuller, almost overflowing its constraint… Another button – and her thick abs, that eight-pack that never ceased to amaze him, that drove him to do countless sit-ups every day, getting him nowhere near their size and definition.

And there it was – a dark red, one-eyed imp peeking at him at the bottom. She took her time with the next button, and he was aware of her gaze, of the half-smile that played on her luscious red lips, of the breath he was holding in… she let the button slip free, and he saw the shaft – thick and veiny, just the way he remembered it, just the way he…

“Mom… please, don’t…”

She looked at him, an expression of mild amusement on her face, saying nothing. Her fingers slid to the last button, playing with it. He gulped, hard. He needed to do something – scream, run away, he needed to stop her…

The last button was open. She pulled the shirt off, lazily, letting him drink in the sight. There was a light-blue silk sash wrapped around her midsection, holding her girl-cock flush against her abs, a large knot in front – two bows and two ribbons, waiting for him…

She put the shirt on the table, and stretched lazily, her wide shoulders rolling back, her neck thick and graceful. Her majestic boobs strained against the bra, the tiny thong and bra showing off her incredible, almost superhuman figure. With her heels she was much taller than him, seeming to fill the small passageway. He gulped again, looking at her present for him. Her cock was at its resting size – 8 and a half inches (he had measured it enough times to remember the exact number) – very thick, a large vein running from its base up to the dark crown. He remembered all the times he had worshipped it, licking, sucking, coaxing it to grow, to fill his mouth and his throat in all of its meaty glory… saliva was rushing into his mouth, and he made a small, moaning sound as he gulped.

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