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Climbing the round steps of the inner stairwell of the down town library, I can feel the lights laying heat along my arm, I can feel the circulated air moving by, but the sounds are what get me. The sounds of the people on the various floors flowing through doors and open arches to echo up the stairs along with me. The gently clicking of the toy that rests inside of me, helping to strengthen my keagal muscles as I go about my day. The squelching of the wet soles of my shoes on the hard stone of the steps seamed to be the loudest as I climbed and for some reason I felt embarrassed by each step up.

That is the one thing about this library I don’t like; the need for silence. One could cough and ten heads will turn to look at you as if you had just murdered a dog in their presence.

Walking through doors on the second landing for the Non-Fiction department I maneuver through the bodies that walk through and past this door all day. This is the main computer floor and this is why I am here. My only reason, as I live in the neighbor city and can not get a library card here. The machine on the other side of a row of computers that takes my money and gives me a ‘Day Card’ spits back my dollar in disgust. Flipping the dollar over I try again and receive my prize. A ticket to an hour on the Internet highway and the means to connect with my friends and the world outside my hell here in the Willamette Valley of the state of Oregon.

Don’t get me wrong, I actually do hold some tenderness for ‘The Beaver State’, but the valley is wet and one of the top producers of grass seed in the nation and I’m allergic to grass, pollen, mold and mildew, everything that makes breathing here miserable.

I make my reservation for a computer quickly and then look for my nickname on the screen that tells us who is lucky enough to receive their allotted time. I’m ninth on the list of hopefuls, given the time on the clock and my history waiting here, I’ve got enough time to get out my book and read a chapter or two before my time is up. Sitting in a near by chair I pull Ankara bayan escort my notebook out and open to the next chapter of the story I’ve been reading. I adjust my seat and close my eyes as the toy moves and bends with my body. It sends chills up my spine and through every sensitive spot under my skin.

Filled with religion, politics and sex, my own father’s erotic story is a great read and as I read about Marcia and her training for her place in the ‘Kingdom’ I find myself squeezing my legs slightly and resting my head on my raised hand, my elbow balancing on the arm chair, trying to seam calm and unmoved. I have a hard time of it as the combination of Marcia’s fingers playing havoc in Laura’s dripping pussy and my toy in mine are making it hard for me to feel calm at all.

Twenty hard minutes later when I look up I see the screen renew its self and this time there is a computer number next to my name. Computer number twelve, my favorite, cause its in the corner of the small computer lab and no one can look over my shoulder with out my knowledge.

Sitting down, the impact of my body with the chair jogs the toy slightly once again reminding me of its presence. I log in and pull up the browser to loose myself in my emails and messages on myspace. An email from my friend ‘Simon’ raises my eyebrows as pictures of a certain part of him upload on my screen. Wiggling slightly, making the toy move inside of me, my mind replaces the feel of the toy with the feel of a hard cock and I have to close my eyes again and breathe deeply to calm my body. I glance at my neighbor sitting far to close to my mind, she has headphones on her ears and doesn’t seem to pay me any mind

I type in my next two adult personals pages, one specifically for the more adventurous side of sex and relationships and the other for finding a partner for tonight, and maybe tomorrow as well.

Pictures of men whose dominate personalities seem to show through their eyes and the way they stand fill my head with bad ideas but what really gets me is the message Escort bayan Ankara from a new guy on the second site.

His profile says he is taller then me –I sigh-, he is older –I sigh again- and he actually likes to talk between bouts of sex. He claims to be slightly geeky and claims to want to know how I tick. My eyes go wide at the image in my head. What is hotter then a guy who can have sex multiple times and still want to talk to a girl, to get to know her, I’m not sure, but if someone figures it out I’d like to know.

By the time I’m off the computer, heading back down the stairs to the main floor and out the doors I’m so turned on that the toy inside of me needs to be removed before I can hide my reaction to it and end up orgasiming then and there in the lobby of the library. I try not to let it show on my face and I hope to god that some how I am not showing how my body is reacting to things I’ve read on Lit and the images of that six foot guy in my bed.

About ready to bite my knuckle, curled up in the chair on the bus, the ‘cute guy’ I’ve seen several times on my bus route sits in front of me and I nearly groan out loud at the timing. I can feel my bodies reaction in the way it tightens around the soft teal green plastic, my bodies juices soaking my black cotton underwear and the way the nipples of my large breasts have gone rock hard pressing against and showing through my black bra and black Oregon Ducks t-shirt.

Watching desperately for my stop I keep my eyes closed and my face calm, not allowing a single whimper to escape my throat, even though it seems clogged with them. I pull the cord as my stop nears and jump up to stand by the rear door. Shifting my weight from one foot to next I’m well aware that I appear to either be in a great hurry or that I have to use the restroom. As I step down I see out of the corner of my eye that ‘Cute Guy’ is watching me walk down to the sidewalk.

I make a left face on the side walk so crisp and neat as to make a solider in formation look sloppy as I walk briskly for home. Bayan escort Ankara The worst part of the walk across one small field, a street, up my drive way, up the porch step and through the door of my empty house is that I cant find any way to walk with out the evil toy inside of me from moving, bending, clinking and otherwise driving me wild.

By the time I make it down the hallway and to my bedroom, I just know if it wernt for my clothing I’d have juices running down my leg. My body is burning and though I wish I had time to remove every scrap of clothing to feel the cool air in the house on my skin, I unfasten my black Capri shorts, and lay back across the foot of my bed.

My body softly jumps on the blankets from my fingertips skimming over my lower lips, sliding through, and nudging my clit before pressing over my waiting entrance. The pressure forces my toy to move deeper only a centimeter but the heat that had been growing in my body spreads like forest fire through my veins and limbs.

As the fingers on my right hand seek out the string attached to the keagal balls, my left slides under my shirt to my breasts, plucking at my pink hardened nipples. My eyes widen as I pull the toy past my entrance, and closing again as I push it back.

My mind first pictures the guy from the bus, but as I grind my teeth in frustration, looking for a release that doesn’t seem to want to come, I picture the six footer from the adult personals site and my body arches on the bed. His boy over mine, his tongue and teeth on my breasts, his fingers replacing mine, and I can feel my body so close as to tease me.

My thumb reaches up and flicks over my clit as I push the toy back as far as it will go into my passage causing every nerve ending in me to vibrate as I cum on my own hand. Soaking a spot beneath my ass, my body twitches gently from my release. Pulling my toy out and sitting up gently, I sigh. I should be calm again, I should be done, my mind should be clear to concentrate on other things but for some reason that guy is still in my head.

Even knowing that I most likely will never meet him in person, my body vibrates so softly it’s a low hum of need. I stand to take the toy to the bathroom, rinsing it off, smiling as I look down at it, knowing that I’m never taking it back to library again.

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I have decided that as a public service I will donate a few hours every Wednesday morning down at the local college fraternity house. In order to improve the educational outcomes at the college I will do my part to reduce certain frustrations that distract young scholars and can motivate many educationally undesireable behaviors. All of society benefits from this increased productivity and knowledge in our future managerial class.

So each Wed morning I drive into the campus before dawn, a little before 6 am. My reserved parking spot right at the back door of the frat house is vigilantly protected by the residents there. They’re so nice to me! I wonder if they’re as thoughtful about their Tuesday or Thursday morning fuck? Probably. I smile warmly as I turn my key and let myself quietly in.

Careful with that storm door, don’t let it slam and wake anyone. Now I silently slip up the back stairs and into the special closet-like half-room they keep for me. Its so warm in here with a full-size radiator just for this dark but pleasant windowless cell. The bed is really soft and has a special cushion I’ll tell you about. There is an exhaust vent on the ceiling running up to the roof fan that’s always drawing air out. The quiet hum mixes with the vibration of the refrigerators in the other rooms up here. There is a certain pleasant feel of electric warmth in the room, but in a relaxing and almost ambient unnoticeable way. And the air is always good in here even though it looks like a windowless cell.

Glad to be here, I take off all my clothes and lift the sheet on the bed, jumping in to lay naked on my stomach and pull the sheet back over my ass and covering up to maybe half my back. Hot room and cool sheets –so nice! I reach down onto the floor and find that special pillow of weird springy material the guys over at the Engineering lab custom-fabricated for use in this room. I do a mini one-handed push-up in the bed in order to swing the pillow under the sheets and into position underneath my belly and pelvis. Awesome material, it gets so warm and comfy on the skin so instantly! But the best thing about this pillow is it is custom shaped to raise my ass in the air and hold my legs comfortably spread. And the nice thing is it has a big open space positioned just so my penis will not be pressed against it no matter how hard and big it gets. Instead there is a pretty wide channel open there to allow any kind friend to reach underneath me and grip my dick so comfortably. So ingenius! What will these engineers think up next?

It doesn’t take long before I hear activity down the hall. Clock radio alarm, and some rustling to hit the snooze button. Some other bumping around down the hall the other direction. Maybe upstairs too. Or was that a dream? I guess I’m a little dozy in this nice bed, especially cushioned into such a lovely position and with a cool sheet kissing my ass! I’m floating through apparitions of shapes and unknown terrain until…I’m a little jolted out Ankara escort of my dreaming by a momentary skirmish in the hall outside my door. I grin and almost laugh at the silliness of how those two guys must have bumped into each other in the hall both on their way in here, and how they had a brief race to contest who would be first into me today. That brings a smile to my face as the first guy comes in and closes the door behind him and turns the “occupied” sign switch next to the door. So now out in the hall over my door the green light has turned to red and a line is probably already forming. Toilets are flushing and showers are running down the hall, and now I think toast is burning too. Its great to be a volunteer in the thick of campus activity!

I rarely talk to these guys, and about all they ever say to me besides “oh thank you so much!” are things like “good morning” with that dick-in-my-ass sarcasm because once my ass is pricked we already consider that greeting enough. If one of them does say anything to me, its usually pretty quietly into my ear, just a brief phrase or sentence. More often just very satisfied grunts and moans, then maybe just a “thanks a lot.” The custom here is pretty quiet butt-fucking and blow-jobs, so as not to disturb the others still sleeping and maybe even more out of modesty and politeness, as opposed to broadcasting each student’s personal and private enjoyment of me. Its pretty quiet in here except for the soft jazz or classical music playig quietly on the boom box in the corner.

So this first one this morning, I don’t bother to look at who he is, I resume my dozing and trust him to suit himself.

He does. He’s slipped of the briefs he wore in and he’s pulled the sheet off me. A cheerful humming even as he picks up the brush in the lube bowl and dabs a big gollop of that cool fanny grease right on my butthole. It tingles and tickles! Instantly I want it fucked too now. I may not bother opening my eyes but obviously its time for me to open something else.

He pushes his dick right through the grease and in one motion has opened me at least 2 inches! I’ve learned how to handle these kinds of emergencies and quickly relax and open my anus all the way for him. After 10 more strokes he’s got it all the way in and already is pounding me like workman building a railroad. I give him some good thrusts and squeezes back with my toned butt and trained fuckhole. Another half-minute of this and he’s already groaning and jizzing me and I feel that first hot cream explosion soaking my insides. A few more half-hearted pelvic slams from him and he’ already pulling it out, giving my ass a few nice slaps in gratitude, and he’s gone off to his shower.

No point in changing the room sign to “available” again. After each finishes, he just says “next” as he leaves the room. The line just waits at the door and somebody new comes in to close it as the other is leaving. Its hard work but I know its doing society good, and I think Ankara escort bayan I have come to really love my volunteer work anyway. I sigh contentedly and feel good to be here.

These guys hardly ever bother playing around with me. Its always just like the first one: grease the hole and drive the stick into me as deeply and as quickly as possible. Also they don’t bother playing and lingering inside me, they just start pumping away and happily cum sometimes in just one or two minutes! Then its off to their showers and breakfast and into the classroom! But, for all that speed in me, they do get a real thrill, often banging me at a frenzied pace for just that half minute it takes for them to melt into a creamy heatwave of runny pulses penetrating deep into my anus. But for all that electricified hot-fudgy anal cock-squeezing I let them have back there, I think my soft buttocks pressed open against their pelvis is often what finally makes them spasm and gasp and injection-explode hot moaning ecstacies of cum into me. Their erections melt away into me and then they’re ready for school and learning.

The more generous or thoughtful ones sometimes reach under and grab my penis through the channel in the pillow, some of them even squeezing it rythmically while probing and cumming in my anus. One guy sometimes even wanks it for me, stopping his own pumping to just linger and stretch my anus and press hard into my buttcheeks and just hold against me and deep inside while he wanks me furiously. Oh God! That really does make me cum all over his hand and onto the bed in the space for this designed right into the cushion. The world is good.

Occasionally one will opt for my mouth and I’ll oblige. I do like that mouthfuck feeling of being firmly over-filled with heat and swabbed all inside my mouth, even the deepest parts. It makes me feel like I have a sweet and delicious hot wet mouth that is nice to cum in. But normally they just silently slide it in and out of my slippery butt and bang away on my buttocks until deep-cumming in me, groaning and moaning about it, pulling out and leaving me a gooey mess for the next guy. After a few of them it gets to be a really slippery cummy mess back there but they just keep coming through the door until all 10-or-so residents have had their orgasms. Sometimes I think they let a few of their friends come through too, though I have to admit I don’t actually count or bother to look. After me they go straight to the showers so I guess they just get to like the spunky messy feeling as part of the easy fuck they get every morning.

I don’t really mind that cum-drenched crack and hole either, its just an inevitable part of the job and once I got used to it I start to actually look forward to it and now I crave it by Mondays and just can’t wait to get back here Wed morning to get my restless and searing ass creamed down again for a few hours. Gee, I wonder what that says about my personality?

So I’m now about halfway done Escort Ankara here this morning. As my crack now drips from the 4 or 5 who have already come through, I enjoy the slimy wet hot and cold sensations in my air-cooled ass and fanny hole. I’m spread-eagled on that cushion, relaxed, warm and content. I do like this job, even if there is no pay. Maybe another 5 or 6 will have orgasms in my ass and then I’ll be done for the week. The mess is already made and I’m feeling good in it, hahahaha there is just no accounting for taste I guess!

But now something different is happening. Two of the guys come in together and ask if we can try something different today, something I might like so they could show their appreciation for all my hours of service here throughout the academic year. “Sure guys, that’s really nice, I accept whatever you have in mind.”

So with that they motion to their buddies to also come inside. Wow, I’ve never seen so many people in this teeny room! And the best thing is they’re all naked and erect! I sit up and lean back, sitting on the custom cushion in a new way that allows me to lean back and spread my legs and be fucked from a frontal position. I throw my feet over the guy’s shoulder and let him have his way with his hard cock exploring my asshole. Oooh it DOES feel so good in there! Now another stands in front of me and parts my lips with his throbbing cock. I happily open wide and allow him to probe every part of my hot wet mouth. Now two others come up to me on either side and place my left and right hands each around a hard dick. I’m so distracted with all these cocks in and against me that I didn’t notice another guy come in and kneel down at my side to bend over and start sucking my cock even as his fraternity brother was sliding his entire dick in and out of my anus only inches away!

Its starting to look like a team party and I have to admit I’m really flattered and touched with all their special attentions to me! So of course there has to be even more to make the scene complete. Another two guys enter and present their cocks onto each of my thighs and start to smear their runny cockheads all over my legs. Finally two more come in and slide their gooey cocks all along my belly and chest. My body is being being massaged and smeared by so many runny cocks and another is in my mouth and another delighting my asshole. But maybe the loveliest touch of all –the one that finally makes me cry out and squeeze the dicks in my hands and then gag on the one in my mouth and fannythrust around the one in my anus– the one that makes me gush hot cum into the surprised mouth of the boy lovingly servicing me– well, that over-the-cliff feeling was supplied by the throbby hard runny cock smearing hot all over my neck. Oooh God how that set me off just as they all thought it was THEIR party! Ha ha ha ha! How I laugh and watch cum drip out and over me from so many dicks. They are thrilled that I finally cried out and vibrated my entire body in orgasmic spasms everyone felt. That had been enough to push any not yet orgasmic into creaming me immediately.

So this is how they get around Finals, eh? Silly me, I should have expected it. I expect grades will be sky-high this semester….

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Brain Ch. 08: Consoling Wendy

Dylan and Wendy sat on the couch, Dylan with arm wrapped around her. Wendy was gently rocking and sobbing quietly. Dylan was trying to hold back a cry because right now his mom needed him. He tried to comfort his mom and she rocked and listened to the port authority chief.

A few minutes earlier there had been a knock on the door to their hotel suite. They didn’t move out when the supposed stay was over because the search was still on for the William’s family. Wendy had mostly been in a comatose state for the past five days after the boat failed to show up back in port.

The authorities had been notified and Wendy was getting a daily report from them on the efforts of the search. Each night the local police chief would come to the suite to give them a report of what was going on and if they had found any sign of what happened to the boat and her family. She could give a damn about the boat, she would have gladly bought two of them if she could just have her family back.

Each night after the police chief left Wendy would drink her self into a stupor. She was smoking again, having stopped many years before when she was pregnant with the kids. Brian hated her smoking and refused to buy her cigarettes or would not kiss her after she smoked. She was going through two packs of cigarettes a day now, and a bottle of scotch every other day. When she was not drinking she was at the harbor, police station, or watching the floor of the room.

Dylan had to make her eat something. Each night he would order food from room service and make her eat. It wasn’t easy but he managed to get her to eat about half of whatever they brought up. After eating she would pour herself a drink and would begin her trip into a roaring drunk.

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It was after the third night as Wendy was well into being bombed out of her mind, that she snapped at Dylan as he tried to talk with her to get her mind off his missing family. They were sitting on the couch and the police chief had just left after giving his report on the search.

“Mom, they will be fine. Dad is smart, SF training trained him for things like that. He would never put the family in jeopardy if it was possible to avoid.” Brian was rubbing his mother’s back while she hung her head down and holding her glass.

“It is my fault, all my fault. I am being punished. If I hadn’t, if we hadn’t’ then this wouldn’t have happened. It is all my fault,” she said.

“Mom, it is not your fault. You did, we did, nothing wrong it just happened,” he told her.

She turned to him and yelled, “YES, IT IS. If hadn’t fucked you then your father and sisters would be here right now. They are not here because I fucked you. Don’t you understand!”

Dylan turned her to him. “Mom, look at me. Look at me. What happened was not planned, coerced, or anything. It was something that just happened. Do you understand? Don’t you see?”

Wendy was shaking her hand and sloshing her drink on to the floor as her body moved with her. “Honey, what we did was wrong. I am being punished for it. You don’t do those things with your son. It is not right. I am being punished. Get it through you thick skull, it is my fault they are gone.”

Dylan looked at her. “Mom, first let’s discuss this rationally. You got the booze talking and you are not thinking clearly. Will you listen to me and let me explain?”

Wendy slumped her shoulders in quiet surrender. Her eyes were puffy from many hours of crying, red and swollen. Her hair was a mess; her combing it was about all that had been done to it since before the family went missing. Her face hadn’t had makeup applied for about as long as her hair hadn’t been fixed. Dylan looked at her and eyed her body. She was wearing shorts and a halter top. The colors and style didn’t match to what his mother’s impeccable style. Her legs were being to show light stubble and he knew she hadn’t bothered to shave. Ankara escort He could even see that she hadn’t shaved under her arms either as she had the beginnings of long dark hair showing. To put it bluntly, she looked like shit.

“Mom, stop saying dad and the girls are dead. We don’t know that. Their boat is over due, ok, long overdue. The storm probably had something to do with it. The island authorities they were going to visit reported they had left when they heard the storm. We know they left. They could have had engine problems or something. There are a lot of little islands around the area that are inhabited but with no power or communications. Dad is the best at survival. He has made it through some of the wildest things anyone could ever imagine. He has told us a few and probably hasn’t told us all.”

Dad has been through all the training the military had to offer. He can make a radio from a bamboo tree and a squirrel.” Dylan tried to make a funny for his mom to lighten the situation but she just looked at him in her near drunken stupor and hung her head down again. “Anyway, he is good. The girls can take care of themselves. I worry more about dickhead, opps, Roger, more than anything. He could fuck up a wet dream.”

They are going to be fine. They are probably sitting on some island right now basking in the sun while we worry. But dad will find a way to communicate, don’t worry. Okay?” He reached down and pulled her chin up so that she was looking at him. “Okay?” he stated again.

“Okaayy,” she slurred. The alcohol was starting to hit her. “But baby, what we did was wrong. We shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong, that is why I am being punished.”

“Mom, what we did was not wrong. It was wonderful. I have no regrets at all,” he told her. “Did you not enjoy it?”

“Yes, baby, I did. But it was wrong.” A tear formed and ran down her cheek.

“Mom, what we did was special. What happened, happened between two consenting adults. What happened was what should happen when two people love each other. I know you love me and I know I sure love you. You are beautiful and sexy. If there were one person that I would want to make love to, it would be you. Just because it happened between a mother and a son, doesn’t’ mean it was wrong. We both love each other. That is the way it is supposed to be. Do you understand?” he told her.

“But, you are my son,” she said.

“And you are my mother. What is the big deal? Here is a question for you. Did you enjoy it?” She nodded.

“Was it good?” She nodded.

“If the circumstances were different, would you do it again?” he asked.

She looked him in the eyes and held it for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. Slowly she began to move her head up and down.

“Then what is the problem? It was the best I ever had. Do I want to do it again, hell yes. Do I think you are the most beautiful woman on earth, again hell yeah. Would I like to have you every night for the rest of my life, absolutely. Mom, I love you. Not just as a mother, but as a lover. Don’t you understand that?” he told her. He wasn’t sure it if was getting through.

“Oh, baby, it was one of the best I have ever had. The only person better was your father. But you had something different. I can’t put my finger on it, but there was something different. I want you too. I want you more than anything right now.” She sat her drink down and leaned forward to kissed him on his lips. Her tongue quickly darted out and touched his lips.

His hands came out and stopped Wendy and held her by her arms. “Mom, I would love to pick you up and carry you to bed and make love to you. But right now, your heart isn’t in it. It is the alcohol talking, not your heart. Let’s figure out what about dad and the girls first and then we can go from there. Come on, I am putting you to bed.” He stood up and pulled her to the standing position. He turned her sideways and picked her up and carried Ankara escort bayan her to her bed. He laid her on the covers and pulled a blanket over her. Next he turned out the light and walked out of the room. He left the bedroom door cracked so he could hear her if she called out in the night. He heard her cry herself to sleep several hours later.

“Meez’ Williams, we regret to enform you that we are haveng to call off the search for jour hoosband’s boat,” the police chief said in his broken English. “We hat searched for a week and no find. Whee tink de boat she sinks. We sorry. Who should we tell about the udder mon who what was on da boat.”

The news hit Wendy hard and Dylan tried to hold her up. Wendy told the police officer that it wouldn’t be necessary. Roger had been an orphan brought up in numerous foster homes, so there was really don want to tell. She would try to think of someone to call but right now her mind wasn’t clear enough to think about it.

Wendy cried herself to sleep again that night as Dylan sat outside her room. Dylan stayed awake watching movies on the television to make sure his mom was okay. Around midnight he heard a soft voice from his mother’s room, “Dylan, honey, are you awake?”

Dylan slowly extracted himself from the couch stiff from the angle he was sleeping. “Yeah, mom, what do you need?”

“Honey,” she sniffled and blew her nose, “would you lay next to me and hold me, please. I just need someone to hold me tonight please.”

Dylan walked in the room and crawled on the bed beside her. He laid on top the covers and she was under a blanket. He slid his arm under her pillow and took his arm and draped it over her. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth and gently kissed it.

“Thanks, son. I just needed someone to hold me,” she quietly said.

When his mom snuggled back against him, his cock immediately started to get hard. “Not now boy, not now,” he thought as he wills his cock to deflate. He lay there and then gently heard his mother drift off to sleep.

The next morning he awoke in the same position, his arm under his mother’s head and his arm draped over her chest. Only now her realized that he was cupping her huge tits. His hands were covering her tit and his fingers were pinching her hard nipples. Her nipples had reacted to his touch in her sleep. They were as hard as he remembered from their lovemaking a week ago. They were sticking out through the light material of her nightshirt.

Dylan slowly eased himself out from under her head and moved to the bathroom. Today was going to be difficult and they would probably be heading home. The search was called off and there wasn’t much more to do. He entered the bathroom of the suite to pee and shower. He had earlier in the week, moved out of his room and was permanently staying in his parent’s, correction, his mother’s suite. Before he started to pee, he turned on the water in the shower to let it heat up. By the time he was down urinating, the bathroom was already starting to fog up.

He jumped in and for the first few minutes he just let the water pour over his head. After that he quickly shaved and washed his body. Once done he toweled himself off and put on the same pair of shorts he had slept in and went to check on his mom.

He found her sitting on the side of the bed speaking into the phone. “Ok, that will be fine. Please bring it to my room as soon as possible. I also would like to know if there is a place to rent a helicopter or plane around here. And can you send some food up here please. Bacon, eggs, fruit, pastries, bread, anything. We have a lot to do and we are starving. Ok, thank you.”

She hung up the phone and breathed out a heavy sigh. She turned and found Dylan staring at her with his mouth open. “Good morning baby. Glad you got showered. If you had waited I would have joined you.” She laughed and shook her head. “I have breakfast on the way up. We have some Escort Ankara planning to do and we need food to keep going. I am starved.”

Dylan was still staring in awe at his mother. This was not the same woman who cried herself to sleep every night for the past week. This was the old mom, the one who was in charge. He found her demeanor arousing and his cock jumped in his shorts.

Dylan’s cock movement was not unnoticed by Wendy. She saw his cock begin to swell in his pants. She got up and moved to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth before she broke the kiss. “We are going to start our search for your dad and sisters. They are bringing me a map of the local currents and a map of the area 500 miles out. We will back track from there. I am going to find our family.”

“Mom is back,” Dylan thought. “But this isn’t the same mom. The old mom would not have kissed me like that. Not that I am complaining.”

With her arms still around Dylan’s neck she said, “Baby, I am sorry for the way I have acted for the past week. You are right about your dad and you were right about us. Things are going to be different. Just how different not sure, but we will cross that bridge when we get to it. Once we look at the charts and figure out what to do, we are going to rent a plane and look for ourselves. I have two hundred and ten million dollars sitting in the bank at home. I will buy a fucking plane or two or three if necessary. We are going to find out what happened, one way or the other. Now I am going to take a shower, if the food gets here before I get out, I want you to join me. I will let you scrub my back. Besides, I could use this.” She reached out and placed her hand on Dylan’s shorts, and grasped his hard cock. “Care to join me later?” She released her grip and started walking toward the bathroom.

When she got to the door she whipped her t-shirt off and turned to face Dylan. She was naked underneath and when she turned to face him he saw her boobs swing with her turn. She brought her hand to her lips and blew him a kiss. She closed the door and he heard the water start to run.

Dylan sat on the couch and hung his head. “Mom is back, but was that my mother? I am not complaining but what has come over her? I would love to climb in the shower with her but I would rather wash her front, not her back.”

His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on the door. He crossed the room and opened it to find a waiter pushing a cart loaded with food. Room service must have thought the whole family was still here; there was enough to feed five and just two. Dylan signed the receipt and poured himself a glass of orange juice.

He knocked on the bathroom door. He stuck his head in the foggy room but kept his eyes closed. “Mom, food is here when you’re ready.”

“Okay, baby, thanks. Why don’t you join me and wash my back. It isn’t like you haven’t seen me naked before.” She opened the curtain and saw his head inside the door.

“You sure, mom. Is that what you want?” he asked shyly.

Wendy answered him in a solemn voice, “yes, son, that is what I want. More than anything right at the moment, I want you in here and in me right now.”

Dylan entered the room and dropped his shorts to the floor. He stepped out of them and stepped into the shower. His mother opened her arms and he stepped closer to her as she wrapped them around him. He placed his arms around her and they came to rest at the small of her back. He pulled her to him and she felt his hard cock press into her pussy mound.

“Ummm,” is all she said.

The people passing in the hall outside their room laughed at the sound coming through the closed door. One elderly couple passed by and the wife jabbed her husband in the ribs. She nodded her head toward the closed door, “Honeymooners. Remember those days.” They both laughed as the walked arm in arm down the hall.

The water had long turned cold when Dylan and Wendy got out of the shower. The food was cold too. The only thing hot was the two of them as they fell on the bed. They ordered lunch several hours later not having touched anything from breakfast.

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This is a true story which occurred about 5 years ago. I was working for a large retail chain which had approx. 800 stores coast to coast. I managed one of the highest volume, higher profited location. Well a conference was set up for the top 5% store managers to discuss the future, sales, plans, goals, advertising, merchandising, etc. The location chosen was about 7 hours away at a golf resort. Having recently separating from my wife, and now getting my life back in order, I was looking forward to the conference. Now you have to understand, I don’t drink nor play cards or golf. I am not a pick-em up type of person.

On the 3rd and last night of the conference, the group planned to go out drinking and bar hopping and then have an all night poker game. I told the group, see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya….. actually, I said to have fun. They went their way and I went mine. I went to Dunkin-Donuts for a cup of coffee and to sit thinking of my kids I missed. As I said, I had recently separated but the marriage was over long before that. Ankara escort My ex and I had not had sex for almost 2 yrs, trying to stay together for the kids.

While sipping on my coffee, a young woman came over and sat next to me. She was very pretty, tall, sandy blonde hair very long and straight (almost to her waist), built very nice, wearing shorts and a tight halter top. After a few moments, we began talking and I was starting to relax.

When we finished our second cup, she asked if I’d join her at the Holiday Inn down the street. I was on cloud nine.

We went to her room, she was already checked in. When we entered, there was a man in the room. I thought it was a set up and I was going to be mugged or killed. She introduced me to her husband, Dick. LuAnn then told me that they were both bi and once a month, they traveled about 50 miles from home to pick up a guy, or gal, or couple.

Now I had had one bi experience before this but still was too nervous to admit it.

We sat around and talked for a few Ankara escort bayan minutes before they both stood up and stripped. When in Rome. LuAnn laid in the middle of the bed, Dick on her left, and I was on her right. She grabbed both our cocks, he reached over and took my hand and placed it on her pussy and they began to kiss each other. I was still hesitant, thinking something violent would happen—-I relaxed after a moment when I felt how wet her pussy was and how hard both Dick and I were.

I fingered her to a fast orgasm, which she screamed very loud. I knew I had to have some of that pussy then as she was soaked. I moved and placed my face between her legs and ate her like there was no tomorrow. She came 3 times. God she tasted wonderful. I then fucked her while Dick tongue fucked her ass, occasionally squeezing my balls. I began to cum—-I shot the biggest wad I ever remembered deep in her pussy.

Dick began to eat LuAnn, sucking my cum out of her pussy. She began to lick my cock and I began to suck off Dick. Escort Ankara He shot his wad in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, some oozing out of my mouth, she now moved up to share his cock with me to clean up all his cum.

After we caught our breath, Dick laid on his back, LuAnn guided my cock into his ass and I fucked him—-it was cool to see his cock bounce around as I slid in and out of his ass. LuAnn was grinding her pussy against my ass while I fucked her husband, she nibbled on my ear and pinched my nipples the entire time. I had my second mind blowing orgasm deep in his bowels. I withdrew from his ass and she mounted her husband with her back towards her face. I got between their legs so I could lick her clit and lick his shaft as well as being able to get some of my cum leaking out of his ass. When he came, she pulled him out so I could get his cum in my mouth which I then shared with her.

The time was over as they had to get back to their kids and let the baby sitter go. I went back to where my group was staying and their poker game was ending, most of them were drunk and broke but they all realized that I had a smile on my face. They wondered why I was so happy—-and I was. I never did see them again, pity—I would go back in a heartbeat.

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The next morning, I could hardly walk.

When I awoke it was morning, and bright sunshine had replaced the moonlight. The windows were open, and a pleasant breeze was blowing throughout the house. I staggered out of bed, and headed for the kitchen. Somehow, we had forgotten all about food last night, and I was starving!

My girls were out by the pool, slathered in coconut oil and glistening slick and shiny. They lay in the morning sun, side by side and head to toe, so that each could stroke the other’s pussy. My aching cock, worn out from last night’s exertions, and still half-asleep, nevertheless began to rise to the occasion.

“Hey, he’s awake!” Allie said. Eve turned around and lowered her sunglasses to look at me.

“Look at `de prow on dat schteemer!” she said, affecting a heavy Swedish accent and staring straight at my crotch. “Let’s climb aboard him!”

Hey, that’s what guys say about girls. Yipe! It’s too early! I can’t do anything with my twang until I’ve been awake a few hours. Eve knows that.

Both women got up of their lounges, picked up the bottles of coconut oil, and began to oil me up, from head to toe. Every little fold of skin, every armpit, crotch, and buttcrack was oiled and re-oiled, as both sets of hands explored. Now and again, one or the other or both girls would wiggle their butts or boobs against me, and Eve even straddled my thigh and began to ride me at one point. God, it made me feel so powerful! I love oil parties, and getting jacked when sloppy wet with oil is, well…

By now, my pole was steel-hard again, and throbbing with the stimulation it was getting. First one, then the other would stroke me, and I would finger one or the other or both slits, butts, or tits. Was there no end to their unleashed nymphomania? Was this going to be the end of me? Whattawaytogo!

Eve took me by the cock and dragged me over to a bench by the pool. Allie helped me lie down on my back, and I stretched out full length, my rock-hard cock flopping on my gut. Eve guided Allie to straddle me, and fitted my cock to her cunt. Wow, what a sight! Allie dropped on me in one stroke, and I slid into her like a liquid velvet glove. Up and down she rode, her tits flopping (when I wasn’t squeezing them). It felt great, but since `cocky’ was still asleep, all I could feel was the sliding, but I wasn’t getting the “spark,” if you know what I mean. Still, if Allie likes it, then I like it, and she clearly was liking it, judging by the grunting and moaning she was making. Good thing her house is sort of out in the middle of nowhere, or we’d have the cops on us in no time, thinking someone was getting tortured.

Allie bent back and put her hands on my knees for support and rode to a great finish. The only other contact between us was my cock in her pussy, sliding in and out as she lowered and raised her sweet cunt on my rod. I figured she might have bought this bench for just this purpose, since she could stand on the ground and control her positioning. Gottagottagotta get one of these!

I felt a towel on my cock, and Allie was wiping me clean. She then dropped her fine mouth on me and brought me back up to full hardness, slathered on another big handful of oil and jacked me a few times. She then returned the favor of positioning me for Eve.

Eve chose to mount in the “reverse-cowgirl” again. Much as I love to see tits flopping when I ride, I love to grab ass too, and here we were, in a doggystyle setup for the third time running. I guess she just has to have a little extra stimulation, or maybe it’s because we’re on vacation and she’s trying out new things. Whatever. It was fascinating to see the muscles in her back bulge and flex as she rode, and I held her hips tight, her butt slamming against me and the impact shock wave reflecting back up through her butt muscles each time just got me hotter.

Finally, I began to feel “the spark” begin to glow, and started to grunt with her rhythm. It seems to me that this primal signal connects to the female’s instinctive urges and helps her Ankara bayan escort climax higher. Eve began to cry out with that sound that women make either when they’re about to fall off a cliff or go over the edge of orgasm. That sound connected back to my instinctive urge, and I let go, my cock spasming into her, which set her off as well. She slammed me extra hard, and again and again, slowing her pace as she increased her force, then less…and less…and she finally rolled all the way downhill and stopped, my cock still deep insider her.

Dizzily, I became aware that Allie had been watching us the entire time, a look of angelic happiness on her face. Gently, she began stroking the both of us, as one would stroke an excited child. I took her hand and kissed it, and held it to my heart. I could see Eve turn her head and smile, which was about all she could do at the moment, then I went limp and slid out of her.

As Eve staggered away, Allie took me back in her mouth and sucked me clean. I’ve heard of that happening, but this is the first time anyone has ever done it to me. I stroked her hair and cheek as she drew on me. That was so sweet!

And I’m so hungry! What does a guy have to do to get a little breakfast around here?

All the rest of the day I dozed, worn completely out. My girls swam and sunned themselves when they weren’t torturing me with their bodies. I’d wake up and if they saw my eyes open they’d start wiggling or prancing around so their tits would jiggle, or they’d come over and bump their butts in my face, or pour on more oil and give me a tit massage. Help!

I’d get them back a few times and finger-fuck their fine cunts. It’s a wonder they aren’t rubbed raw by now. Allie particularly liked to stroke me up and then ride over my cock with her ass, sliding my length up and down in her crack like a hot dog in her buns.

But not too much! That was kind of the frustrating part. I needed to rest up and recharge my balls, but they just couldn’t keep off of me, or each other. I would drift in and out of sleep, and wake to see those two in a scissors, or fingering or eating each other, or embracing so that their breasts bulged together. Once, I even saw Allie doing Eve with a strap-on! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Eve had never allowed anything like that inside her. I’m gonna die here, you know that?

Eventually, the sun began to get low in the sky, and it was time to go out and get some dinner. Showering was actually sort of a cut-and-dried affair this time, as the “no touch” rule was relaxed for sake of efficiency.

Men of lesser caliber are always complaining about how long it takes for a woman to get ready. You will never, ever hear such a thing from me, for my woman, and Allie too, change from being just pretty girls into walking nuclear weapons when they crank themselves up. Allie was the first to appear, about an hour or so after we began cleaning up. She was slamming in a black satin pantsuit, and her short black hair was slicked down and gleaming, with spit curls before each ear. She had defined her cheekbones with a sort of caramel blush, her eyes were rimmed with kohl with a sort of catlike uptweek at the corners, and shaded with dark gray. Her lips were bright red, almost orange. The overall effect was very much like pictures I’ve seen of Josephine Baker. She finished the ensemble with black patent stiletto sandals, her toes and fingernails painted to match her lips.

But it was Eve who made the windows rattle when she appeared. I had never before seen the outfit she was wearing, and brother, I know her wardrobe backwards and forwards. Normally, she shows all new clothes off to me before going out in them, but this time she sneaked one over on me. It was a slinky silver lamé dress, one shoulder bare, the other sleeved to a point over her lilylike hand, and held in place with a ring on her middle finger. It was cut to fit her figure, and the hem began high on her hip on the sleeve side, and plunged to the floor on the other. It even “trained” a little in back, Escort bayan Ankara and bless her, bare legs were not for her! She never did go in for that, which always made my heart stop, because I do so love a woman wearing hose. It sleeks the legs and hides all the knots in the kneebones, the tendons and veins in the feet, the razor stubble and the little cuts and bruises that bare legs are prone to get. Stockings equal perfection in my book. She finished the outfit with a pair of silver stiletto pumps. Hallelujahgawdalmighty WHAT A WOMAN!

Her hair was fluffed out and the most beautiful color copper red you could imagine. Her eyes were shaded with turquoise, her cheeks pink, and her lips were a dark-cherry red, wet-look glossy, with sparkles! Did I say the windows were rattling? Hell, the GROUND was moving!

Arm-in-arm-in-arm, we dined at the fanciest restaurant in town, high atop the highest building. The city lights stretched to the horizon on a black velvet cloth. The whole night we leaned across the table to each other, which is probably why such things are called “tete a tete’s,” which literally means “head-to-head” in French. We had cocktails, we had wine, we had after-dinner drinks. We felt fine. Allie would lean over to me whenever she wanted to say anything, but I could tell it was so she could show off her cleavage, made all the more spectacular by the black lace Wonderbra and low-cut chemise she was wearing. Eve would lean against me just as often, and held hands with Allie across the table. The candlelight and the piano trio at the end of the room were working their magic.

Eve loves to dance, so we did, repeatedly. Her body would sway under the shimmering cloth, and every man in the place wished he were me. The women either wished they were her, or hated her living guts. And she was mine. Allie wasn’t as accomplished a dancer as Eve, so we didn’t make as many of the spins and twirls, just waited for the slow numbers and crushed our bodies together and waltzed. Towards the end of the evening, I even got to slow-dance with both together, much to the amusement of the band.

It was also becoming apparent that Allie had an ulterior motive for guiding us to this restaurant. The maitre `d was a fabulous tall stud, with almost too much good looks on him. Evidently, Allie had been scoping him out for some time already, and was moving in for the kill. Sure enough, she came back to the table and announced that “Alex” was coming home with us. “He likes boys too!” She reassured me. “And he wants to know where you got that suit.” I like him already!

Allie rode with Alex, as we followed in our car. We could see her touching and hugging him as we rode. When we arrived back at Allie’s, it didn’t take long for the clothes to come off, the music to come on, the wine to be opened, and the evening to really begin.

Alex was lean and tall, but he was already shaved from head to foot. He must get a lot of invitations like this, because guys don’t shave their bodies unless it’s going to be seen a lot, and he’s no bodybuilder. His was an uncut cock, which was interesting because neither Eve nor I had ever had one to play with.

Since Alex was the new toy on the block, both girls naturally gravitated to him at first, and I sat watching the show and stroking myself. Screw the five point penalty, I’m a guy. We jack off.

Both girls rubbed their tits all over him, and fed him their nipples. They stroked his hardness, squeezed and fondled his balls, and rode his thighs. Alex stroked their bodies, hugged their waists, squeezed their tits and asses, and fingered their slits. Both girls were squealing with pleasure, as they made him groan and gasp. What a sight!

Soon, they noticed that I had been left out. Allie motioned to Eve to hold Alex’s knees apart, and then signaled for me to join. I got up from my chair, and crawled on hands and knees to his proud erection, and gulped him down.

Alex’s eyes rolled back, and he dropped his head back onto the seat cushion as I sucked and jacked his cock. Bayan escort Ankara I was beginning to believe he really liked boys more than girls, while I’m sort of the opposite, but what the hell? Sex for fun knows no bounds. He was really liking what I was doing, and I was liking doing it.

Sure enough, I began to feel hands groping at my package, and the girls were stroking and squeezing me. I LOVE THAT!!! I was raging hard now. Alex placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my stroking rhythm. His hips began to spasm and thrust as well. I could hear the girls kissing and groping me and each other.

I had to break off from Alex when I heard Eve begin to cry out that sound we all know and love, that of a woman in passion nearing her climax. I didn’t want Alex to let go and blow out, because there was so much more evening still ahead. Eve actually was frigging herself again, and Allie crawled around me to caress her as she tensed. Alex sat up to watch the show, and I turned and sat on the floor, idly reaching for his cock to stroke. I also reached for mine.

Eve loves to put on a show. She tore the roof off the house with her screech when she came, because she knew she had an audience watching. Allie caught her as she collapsed, and held her close as she floated back to earth. Allie then took up the job, finger-frigging Eve to another climax, then frigged herself, ending quickly with a quieter and much more deliberate teeth-gritting hissing cum.

Both girls were totally messed up by now, their hair disheveled, their makeup smeared or nonexistent. But both had that wild look in their eyes, and Alex and I knew instinctively that we were about to be raped. YEAH, BABY! Allie leaped onto Alex, and Eve jumped on me, dragging me to the floor and pinning me down like a wrestler. She bit, she scratched, she squeezed, she was insane, driven by the fire of her urges unchained. I turned and looked at the others, and Allie was shoving her cunt into Alex’s face, and stroking him up for her mouth. She plunged her mouth onto his throbbing cock and pulled so hard her cheeks dented in as she pushed up with both hands on the couch. She was going to pull that poor man apart! If I wasn’t getting jacked myself I’d be jealous now.

I realized I wanted a taste of pussy! Eve was sitting on the floor beside me, lying across my stomach while she stroked my bursting cock. I grabbed her hips as best I could, and pulled. She got the message, reached for a pillow for my head, and dropped her honeypot on my mouth. As I began to lick her slit, I felt her hot mouth slide all the way down to the base, and her tongue lapped against my cockhead, rolling my hotdog around in her mouth. Oh Gawd, yes!

Soon, there were other hands stroking and feeling around, and Eve’s mouth was replaced with another, one that had full manpower suction. My hips came up off the floor, and slammed back down as Alex did was Alex (as it turned out) does best: suck cock. Go boy, go! He replaced Eve on top of me and jammed his hardon down my throat as he took mine. I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him even deeper into my mouth. We both rocked and rolled as the girls whistled and catcalled at us. Fair play, actually, when you remember that we guys like to watch them go at each other too. When we broke apart I could see his cock standing straight up like a missile, and a sort of maniacal look on his face, he was so excited. He pushed me down on all fours and got behind me, grabbing my package like a pistol and squeezing tight while fingering my bung. I wondered if he was going to take me, but Allie hijacked him first, excited by the sight of that straight-up cock, and probably not a little bit jealous that he was playing with me instead of her.

It was a free-for-all after that. Girls did girls, boys did boys, girls did boys, and boys did girls. And girls did boy, and boys did girl. Eve finally had enough after riding us both a couple of times, and we finished by sandwiching Allie. I took her back door, and I came like a bomb (we all did) because I could feel Alex in her box. After that we were all useless.

Alex had to leave, since he had to open the restaurant for brunch the next morning. The three of us remaining washed up, gently since we were all so raw, and went to bed, our bodies still quivering.

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As I said I had found a part time job in a restaurant that cut into what time I had left over for dating. With Derek I didn’t mind so much as I would at least still see him on Saturday night when the four of us double dated and ended the evening having a shag. I was envious of Jennifer as she certainly loved it, and when it was raining we were now spending more time in the confines if John’s car, where we could at least cuddle and both Jenn and I would give our boyfriends a blow job. I was beginning to enjoy cock sucking more and more although I still didn’t care for the taste of his cum, I was finding it easier to handle without gagging and could swallow it without too much trouble.

Emma’s letters to me were now getting bolder as she liked to remind me of our ‘sexcapades’ in them, and continually asking me for the details of my dates with Jennifer and Derek. I found in writing to her it was easier to say things I would have difficulty saying to her face, and in a small way it gave me a thrill to be able to do that too.

In her letters she also began telling me about her ‘dreams’, where in her dreams it was always me who took the initiative and started the sex. Beginning at first by rubbing her through her clothes, then exposing her paps for me to please myself with them, pulling down or taking off her bloomers to get at her pussy, forcing her to kiss me and to pleasure me however I wanted it. She made it sound like in her dreams she didn’t have much choice but to comply as I was too strong for her, and could make her do whatever I wanted. This was the beginning me being introduced to her ‘kinky’ or perverted interests.

Usually in her dreams it would begin with me attacking her from behind, like when she was bent over for some reason making the bed or whatever, and I would grab her hips and press my torso into her bum. I would rub myself against her before pulling up her skirt to fondle her through her bloomers, she gave the details how my hand would take hold of her vulva from behind to give it a squeeze before I’d caress it with my fingers, rubbing my hand over it from her belly, over her clit and pressing the material of her bloomers into her crevice and up the crack of her arse. I would repeat this rubbing her till she had her cum, before pulling them down to give me access to her bare pussy then ‘do’ her again.

In her dreams she would struggle and cry out as I ‘forced’ my attentions on her, and admitting to letting me have my way with her excited her too, and because of her love for me kept our affairs secret. Of course this was nonsense as I was much too introverted to do anything like that to her, at first it had always been her who would do those things to me, then insisting I do to her whatever she did to me.

There were other scenarios too, like I would take hold of her ankles and hold her legs up in the air for her as Ankara escort I would ‘make’ her give herself a rub, again through her bloomers at first, then on to exposing herself till she had two or three cums then I’d let them down. Another was similar where she’d hold her legs behind her knees to pull them back against her breasts and it would be me rubbing her pussy this time. She would describe exactly what she was wearing, where we were and what we were doing as well as the sex part, even to what I would do to her in her car when she was driving.

Sometimes I would be rough with her she said, other times gentle as a lamb and we would make beautiful love together, and it was always me who decided those things. In time I would visualise myself doing what she suggested in her letters, and often after reading them would actually fantasise I could do what she suggested, the thought would excite me and I would masturbate as I’d relive in my mind what was in her letters.

Needless to say I never thought what she suggested would ever happen, but in a way I was convincing myself I could actually do it, the mind is a powerful tool and I suppose some would call this brain washing. In the ten months or so since I’d left home I had changed quite a bit, coming out of my shell more and more with my freedom. Dressing better in more modern clothes, using makeup, wearing high heels and of course indulging in sex whenever I wanted. Jennifer had been a big influence too telling me how pretty I looked all dressed up, and the way others treated me with more respect than I would have received at home before. So I started to believe I could do the things Emma suggested.

I was excited to get the letter telling me when she would be coming for a visit one weekend arriving on the Friday evening, and to let her know if that was OK with me. I wrote back telling her I was looking forward to her visit of course, but that I had to work till 8 PM that Friday, but I could swap shifts with another waitress to have the Saturday off. Sunday was a normal day off for me anyway so that would give us the weekend together. She wrote back telling me she would book a cabin at that motel just north of the city so we could be together.

On the way down she stopped at the motel to book the cabin, and arrived at the restaurant just after 7 PM so she could have supper while waiting for me. Another waitress served her, and I was excited just seeing her there. She looked more feminine than I was used to, wearing a shirt waist type dress with buttons down the front showing some cleavage, more make up than I’d seen on her before and a double string neck lace with matching ear rings. She smiled when we made eye contact and I was looking forward to being with her again. Like I said, I had convinced myself that I could do what she had been hinting at in her so called dreams, but now I wasn’t so Ankara escort bayan sure, butterflies were doing a number in my stomach at the thought of it.

She waited till my shift was over and we left together and on the way to her car she took my arm giving it a squeeze, and said how much she was looking forward to us being together again. My bravado had almost gone out the window so when she suggested going for a drink first I felt relieved. We found a nice pub that had their usual Friday night crowd, a mixture of all ages but mostly the younger crowd so we were not out of place completely.

It was a good crowd, someone was thumping away on a piano and there was some songsters in the crowd making for quite a jolly evening. I had whisky and lemonade, stronger than I’d normally drink but felt the need for some ‘dutch courage’, and had a couple more at least. We left around 10 PM (Closing time there in those days), I was feeling good as we left and once outside took her arm as we walked to her car.

When we got to the motel there was no problem, I was till worried about being seen but as I said she had stopped on the way down to check in and get the key, so we got out of the car and into our cabin quite quick. Once inside we hung up our coats and Emma checked the drapes to make sure all the windows were well covered, then turned to greet me and give me a nice big kiss. She turned and went to place her handbag on the bedside table and it fell over and in trying to catch it only made it worse as a lot of the contents spilled out onto the floor.

Bending over to retrieve them, all I saw was her arse as she had bent over and not bending her knees very much, so it looked like she was waving it in front of me, (which I’m sure she was). So if there ever was a time to do it this was it. I went up to her and grabbed her by her waist and ground my torso into her behind, she acted startled and stopped what she was doing and placed a hand on the bed to support herself as my hand found it’s way between her legs to fondle her crotch. Just like she told me in her dream, there was no real resistance as I lifted her dress up over her hips to expose her bloomer covered bum.

Now she kind of groaned and lifted her head to look at me and pushed her legs apart to give my hand better access to her vulva. I was excited, I’d never though I’d actually have the courage to do this even though she had hinted enough in her letters to me. Now I really got into it as she wriggled her arse in time to my thrusts, the crotch of her bloomers was wet. She gave that groan that I was used to that announced her orgasm and felt her stiffen for a few moments before she relaxed again. Now I was so randy I wanted more, so pulling down her bloomers to expose her arse was a pleasure.

Emma took a moment to get on the bed on her knees before bending down to let me continue Escort Ankara stroking her, her pussy was so wet and slippery I felt I had to do more and dropped to my knees behind her to better facilitate what I was doing to her. Her knees were apart, her derriere looked awesome, her cunt open and pulsing as if begging for penetration. The folds of her labia’s seemed larger than before as my fingers slipped in and out of her pussy with no trouble. She was moaning quite audibly now, her juices running down over my fingers and hand as I rubbed her till again with a cry had her orgasm. I felt her relax as she enjoyed the feelings I had induced in her, and I was glad to take the opportunity to catch my breath too.

I was into the excitement too by this time feeling as randy as hell, and got her to turn onto her back and I started by pulling her bloomers off her legs altogether. I unbuttoned her dress and pushed her bra up to free up her tits and she held them one in each hand in a silent gesture presenting them to me. I stood up and looking at her lying like that stripped off down to my garter and stockings and got on top of her. She was smiling at me as I pressed my clit to hers and began to hump her, she held me by my hair as I arched my back to really press my pussy against hers, it wasn’t long before I exploded with a delightful climax, and collapsed along side her.

Once rested, Emma got up and removed her clothes completely, now naked she climbed back onto the bed and ‘walked’ with her hands and knees on either side of me. She had that smile on her face, her eyes shining as she slowly crawled her way back up to me her big boobs swinging with the movement of her body enticing me to take them in my hands as she settled on top of me. Her mouth found mine, her tongue pressing into mine as deep as she could get it, her body settling onto mine felt so soft, not as heavy as one would think considering her ample size. She was whispering to me, things like telling me that ‘Soosie’ loved me more that ever, and wanted to love me more often.

The lovemaking continued well into the wee hours, my shyness forgotten as we took turns pleasuring each other the sounds of our lovemaking filling the cabin, with perhaps only animals outside to hear us. We finally slept together until mid morning the next day where I woke up refreshed. I lay there think about what had happened, felt thrilled I was able to do what I did to start things off, amazed at how much I had enjoyed it. I slipped out of bed quietly and went and had a pee, returning Emma was on her side, one arm around the pillow as if she was hugging it. I got back into bed and lifted the covers off her and leaning over gently took one of her tits in my hand and kissed her on her cheek.

She stirred and turned to face me, lifting a hand to touch my face and smiling, her happiness showing and I kissed her. She went to have her pee and I started to run the water into the bath for us. We bathed each other taking our sweet time as we discussed what we were going to do for the day, and agreed to go have some breakfast then go shopping.

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[Note: A character expresses reluctance and gets overruled. If that’s not your cup of tea then this story won’t be for you.]

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Jason, Frank, Harold, and Theo were childhood best buddies whose lives had sent them to opposite ends of the country. But every year without fail, Jason would invite them to his house in Colorado for a week of hiking, fishing, the works. Vanessa’s dad loved them like brothers and insisted on hosting the reunion every year.

Vanessa also “happened” to plan another visit home this year that overlapped with the tail end of their reunion.

“Why are you always picking dates when we have guests over! What about family time!” Her mom complained over the phone but Vanessa could tell she was happy.

“Can’t help it mom, you know how it is. I’ll see you soon.”

Weeks later, Vanessa pulled into the driveway just as they were putting the dishes away from dinner. After a round of hugs, her mom pushed her into the kitchen. “You must be starved! I saved you some dinner, go heat it up before you dig in.”

It looked like it was her dad’s and Theo’s turns to do the dishes tonight. Her dad handed Theo a plate to load into the dishwasher and toweled off his hands to give her a hug.

“How’s work?” Theo asked.

“It’s alright, lots to do,” she shrugged.

“She’s real busy now that she’s gotten that promotion,” her dad started and Vanessa rolled her eyes fondly.

When dad turned away to find that wine he’d saved for her to try, she took the opportunity to brush her hand along Theo’s arm, scratching her nails through his coarse arm hair. He watched her with a predatory smile.

They had played this game since she’d been in college, ever since she accidentally fell on him and felt his dick twitch under her ass during a picnic by the lake. His hands had pressed a little too long against her soft belly as he helped her up. She hadn’t minded it. He had always been the good-looking one of the group, with a strong hooked nose and bright eyes, undiminished by the growing gray in his hair and wrinkles around his eyes. Vanessa found them sexy, actually.

The game had started small, with innuendos, looks, but after she graduated he’d retaliated with a tongue down her throat and a hand up her shirt at the side of a rest stop. She hadn’t been able to stop blushing the rest of that memorable hiking trip. Things had escalated year after year, until now she was regularly planning her visit around the entertainment of sneaking around with him. It was just too boring otherwise.

“Later,” she mouthed right before her dad turned back.

Vanessa’s parents had a guest bedroom, a pullout bed in the basement, and a couch. Every year the men drew lots; this year Theo was on the couch. Vanessa looked forward to it.

She crept down that first night after midnight, avoiding the creaky stairs, dressed in a loose t-shirt and her smallest pair of sleep shorts. It was chilly but she knew she’d get warm soon. Crossing through the living room to the kitchen, she saw Theo’s eyes follow her from where he was lying prone on the couch. Pouring herself a glass of water, she took a sip. Then she went to sit boldly across his lap. Under the throw blanket, his thick thighs flexed and she felt his cock start to fill.

“I was wondering when you’d come,” he murmured. Fingers snaked through the leg of her shorts, their rough callouses petting the top of a soft thigh, teasing the edge of her panties, before digging into the furred space between her legs without hesitation. It gave her a thrill, the way he always touched her like he owned her. He grunted when he found her already sopping wet.

“You always make me feel so good,” she whispered as she leaned back against the couch, legs falling apart to allow him more access. Theo’s large hand somehow felt larger when it was trapped in her shorts.

He ran his knuckles along her slit lightly, enjoying the tacky juices flowing out from her pussy. Gathering her wetness, he parted her pussy lips and teased her clit with a few light rubs before pressing harder against the nub, just the way she liked it.

“How’s Wendy?” Vanessa murmured. It was dark in the living room, but faintly she could see his hand undulating inside her small shorts. Ankara escort She shifted her ass again so she could do him a favor and trap his cock under her cheeks. He thrust up lazily in reply before freezing at the couch’s loud creaking.

“Broke up with Wendy months ago, didn’t your mom tell you?” Theo’s string of romances was the group’s prime source of gossip. “I’m dating Sheila now.”

“How’s Sheila?” She wriggled a little as he sank his middle finger into the deepest part of her.

“She’s fine.” He added his index finger and then pumped them. The thick digits explored her as his thumb diddled relentlessly with her clit. The warmth in her belly pooled through her body, and her limbs were starting to tingle.

There were sudden footsteps on the stairs. They both froze. Her heart pounded in her throat and she clenched around his fingers so hard that it almost hurt. Vanessa slapped at Theo’s wrist, trying to get him to pull out of her. “Theo!” She hissed. Even in the dark she could tell he had on his shit-eating grin. The bastard kept his hand where it was. She quickly grabbed her cup of water from the coffee table for at least a little bit of cover.

“Vanessa, stop bother Theo, he’s had a long day. Go back to bed,” her mom said crossly, rubbing her eyes as she made her way to the kitchen. It must have looked like Vanessa was innocently sitting on the couch beside Theo, rather than right over his hard cock. “What a terrible privilege it is to be your favorite.” Theo’s teeth flashed a smile and he rewarded her with a grind of his wrist. Right at her sweet spot too!

She choked back a moan, turned it into a cough. “Okay, I’ll go after we finish chatting.” Theo, the fucker, was still gently stroking her, thick fingers slowly working through her juices, stretching her slick walls and twisting around her clit as if he was trying to wind her up. She felt hot and cold, praying that Theo wouldn’t stop but also praying that there wouldn’t be any wet noises. If her mom noticed them, Vanessa would be so dead.

“Just five more minutes alright? Tomorrow’s a new day.” Mom took a sluggish sip of water as she headed back upstairs.

Vanessa finally let out a breath when she heard the door shut upstairs. And then she immediately muffled a shriek. Theo started fingerfucking her for real now, making her body bounce as he sawed three meaty fingers into her pussy, his palm scraping her clit every time.

“So… rough,” she moaned. “Slower… slower!” Ignoring her words, his fingers continued plunging into her, the frantic squelching making her feel so dirty.

The feeling in her stomach built until she was a trembling mess on the couch, mouth gaping, legs splayed, Theo’s fingers still fucking her through her aftershocks.

“Stop, stop!” She felt like her body was flying apart, she wanted to climb off his lap, but Theo sat up and pinned her against his chest with a strong arm around her waist. She gulped for air as her pussy went from hot to burning.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, “I know you can give me another one.”

“I can’t! Stop, Theo, please!” She half-cried and half-whined, writhing against his strong arm. It was too much. Something was happening in her body. It was melting her mind. It felt like all of her was trembling, shaking, stretching, until suddenly she came again, toes twitching and eyes unfocused. It felt like her brain just shut off. He gently pumped her a few more times before sliding out his fingers with a slick pop. Vanessa gasped at how empty her pussy felt now, and Theo took that chance to lick into her mouth, kissing her long and sloppily. She snuck back upstairs while Theo took care of himself in the bathroom.

The next morning when Vanessa came down for breakfast, wearing more decent pajamas this time, it took everything she had to greet everyone without flushing at the sight of Theo.

“Some urgent files came in, I’m thinking I’ll skip the hike so I don’t have to miss the barbeque tonight.” Theo caught her eye for a split second. She hid her face and pretended to concentrate on her cereal.

Her dad shrugged easily. “As long as we can count on your grilling expertise tonight. Vanessa, you want to come hiking with us old folks today?”

“Meeting up with the old gang later, Ankara escort bayan sorry Dad.”

“Thought so. Why do you even come home anyway?” Her dad joked and they all laughed, Theo loudest of all.

Not ten minutes after the group drove off, Vanessa and Theo were sucking face against the kitchen counter, hands groping wildly under their clothes. It was like being a teenager again, and the thought made Vanessa laugh. Playfully, she pulled at his pants. They fell around his ankles before he kicked them off.

Before she knew it, her back was on the floor with her shirt rucked up high so his lips could suckle at her small boobs while his hands yanked her sweatpants off in one fluid motion. She was practically naked but Theo was still wearing his shirt, and this seemed unfair.

“Take off your shirt, let me see that sexy chest,” Vanessa teased. Theo sat back on his heels to comply and for the first time, Vanessa saw his hard cock jutting out of his dark pubic hair. The two of them had always snuck around before, and she’d rubbed him off or had him grind against her slow and dirty, but she never had the chance to look too closely at what he was packing. It was fat and stout. Thick like his wrists, his legs. Apparently Theo was broad everywhere.

“Like it?” He winked.

“Yeah…” she licked her lips subconsciously, trying to figure out if it she’d ever seen a fatter cock in real life.

“Yeah you’re gonna love it,” Theo smirked. Seemingly from nowhere, he produced a foil packet and a small bottle. “Put this on me,” he said, throwing the condom to her and popping the cap on the lube as he knelt between her legs. She sat up to rolled it onto him, giving him a few mischievous strokes and squeezes before she was distracted by the cold lube being generously massaged into her.

“Aren’t I wet enough?” Her eyes half closed, savoring the sensations.

“You’ll want to be wetter for this,” he shuffled forward to tap his cock at her entrance, sliding through her folds teasingly until his cockhead was nice and wet. His face was flushed and dark with anticipation.

“Uhhh… hm?” Her eyes opened wide as she suddenly caught up with what he was saying. They followed the motion of Theo’s hand as he humped himself once, twice, and then lined himself up.

“What are you doing?” She gasped. This was an exciting game, but she had honestly never thought about going all the way with him.

“No more of your teasing,” Theo growled.

“I don’t know…” Vanessa felt a spike of guilt. They’d never gone further than this. Messing around was one thing, but actually fucking one of her dad’s best friends felt different, weird, too real somehow.

Theo raised an eyebrow and swirled two fingers deep into her pussy before withdrawing them. They came away glistening, covered in lube and her juices, and he brought them to his mouth, appearing to savor the taste while staring her dead in the eye. Her pussy spasmed, feeling lonely.

Vanessa squirmed. Maybe it would be fine…

“Okay,” she said uncertainly.

“You a virgin?” His skeptical face made her blush.

“No! I’ve done it, geez!”

“Yeah?” He caught her mouth in another dirty kiss, tasting her until she melted. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“I’ve fooled around plenty. It’s just…” For some reason she felt herself suddenly defensive. She wasn’t even a virgin, why did she have to feel embarrassed!

Theo seemed to struggle for a minute before he blew out a breath and shot her a comforting smile. “You know, my waist ain’t what it used to be… let’s go do this on your bed, yeah? Maybe it’s being in the kitchen.”

Vanessa blushed. If they fucked in her childhood bed she’d never be able to sleep there again without getting hot and bothered. But then that had never stopped them from messing around in the rest of the house. Wordlessly she let him pick up their clothes and herd her up the stairs, feeling him leer at her ass the whole time.

Scooting back down on her sheets, she wavered again. It was hot having Theo naked in her room, no doubt about it, but did she really want to cross this last line with him?

“Theo, maybe…” Her eyes were big and round as he rearranged her legs until he could settle on his knees comfortably Escort Ankara between them. Calloused hands gripped her thighs and pulled her until her ass was half in his lap. His cock was so hot it burned her when it brushed the inside of her thigh.

“You don’t want this?” He asked doubtfully, running his hand along her flank. It was clear he was running out of patience, his expression a little annoyed.

“I don’t know…” Vanessa bit her lip. Strong hands gripped her waist, testing their hold. “I just never thought of doing this…”

His eyes watched her struggle. “Where did you think this was going to go, sweetheart, besides my cock stirring up your sweet cunt?”

Without waiting for a reply, he pinned her legs wide and a hot fat cock speared into her, parting her inner walls, thick and unyielding and utterly devastating. The fire in her stomach bloomed. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes; she looked like she was having a religious experience.

His thrusts punched out small animalistic sounds on every stroke, small moans and cries that could have been either pain or pleasure. His body folded over her, the wiry hair on his chest scratching at the tender skin of her boobs, her belly. She clawed at his shoulders, trying hard to hold on, but he fucked her until she’d ended up half-braced against the headboard, trying to fuck herself back onto that magnificent cock.

“Look sweetheart, look how much your tight cunt loves it,” Theo panted in her ear. Vanessa stared dumbly at her pussy gobbling him up. He was so thick and she was so small, and the pressure of his shaft against her walls was intense but each inch sunk into her like she was made to hold his cock.

Clutching her to him, he rolled them until she was slumped docilely on top of him, gravity helping impale her even deeper on his dick. The new position made his fat cockhead hit that sweet spot every time. She was drooling now, gasping, arms braced against his chest, sweat-matted head lolling on her limp neck, trying to hold on for dear life. She loved it, she loved feeling so used, she loved his calloused hands groping her ass, pulling and squeezing until her pucker felt the cool air. A sly finger pressed flat against the wrinkled skin as a promise of things to come.

It seemed like she was on the edge for hours, always so close, but she clenched her teeth and tried to hold on. Finally she came with a shout, eyes teary with overwhelming pleasure.

“Gobbling me right up,” he gritted out. Her sweet pussy was milking him greedily now, crying out for him to give her more. “Gonna fill you up and then I’m gonna fill you up again later, fill you up tomorrow, gonna fuck you until you only know how to take my fat cock and cry.”

Theo shifted so he could sit up and wrap his arms around her limp body, tight so she couldn’t dismount, keeping her bouncing bonelessly on his cock as she moaned shamelessly. His tongue thrust into her ear with each stroke. “Slut,” he chuckled when she gasped, “your sweet cunt is even better than Sheila’s.”

He made her come again, sobbing, before he finally shot his hot load, giving her body what it desperately wanted.

“Next time we’ll try for three,” he promised as they lay on her ruined bed, catching their breath. Vanessa vaguely wondered if he’d ruined her for anyone else… no wonder there was always a line of people waiting to date him. Suddenly she was jealous of Sheila.

Though Theo knew he couldn’t get hard again for a while, he made her try, kneeling between his legs and lathering his soft cock. The view wasn’t too bad, her ass up with drool soaking her chin, almost cross-eyed with greed.

True to his word, he fucked her again that afternoon, expertly playing her body until she squirted. She didn’t even know she could squirt. Maybe he really did ruin her, because now she couldn’t imagine waiting another year to worship that cock again.

They had to stop and prepare for the barbeque when the rest of the house returned. Vanessa had to fake a story about a fall when her mom noticed her walking strangely. In the last days of the reunion, they were back to stealing moments to avoid suspicion, though Vanessa couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

A few weeks later, her mom called, gossiping that Theo had broken up with Sheila and gotten ribbed by the entire group, but didn’t say a word about whether he was dating anyone now. Vanessa let out a relieved breath and went back to the bedroom where he was waiting for her.

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Authors note:

All characters portrayed in this fictional story are over the age of eighteen years.

This story includes unprotected sex between a mother and her son with the intent of impregnation. It does not include anal.

It felt good to be back in my room. After my first year of attending a University, I was back home for the summer. My name is Sam and I live with my mom Melissa. My dad died more than a dozen years ago. Last year Mom bought the house we’re now living in, located forty miles from where we used to live. We moved here right after my eighteenth birthday.

The house is bigger than Mom and I required, but it was the best value for the location. I live on the upper floor which consists of two bedrooms with a shared bathroom. We turned one of them into a study room and my bedroom has a great view out the front of the house. Mom’s master suite is down a long hallway from the dining room and the living room overlooks the back of the property. Large windows face the gardens out back providing a peaceful and quiet atmosphere. There are a couple other bedrooms along the hallway to Mom’s master suite which have been turned into hobby rooms.

Her sister, Rachel, convinced Mom to move here to be closer. She divorced her husband three years ago and longed for her sister’s companionship and finally convinced Mom to relocate close to her. Mom wasted no time to move here as soon as I graduated. Neither have regretted it and have been inseparable. They have shown no interest in men, preferring to spend their time together and with me.

Physically similar, they would have no trouble attracting men if they desired. They are brunettes, although my aunt dyed her hair blonde last year. Both have their hair cut short, which frames their beautiful faces perfectly. Mom’s large, deep brown eyes make you feel better immediately when she looks at you. She has long toned firm legs, proudly showing them off wearing short skirts. Her breasts aren’t huge but large enough to sexily push out her tight blouses.

Aunt Rachel has deep green eyes which accent her blonde hair. I thought she was sexy before but her new hair color makes her look even better. At twenty-six she’s eleven years younger than Mom. Her breasts look larger than Mom’s and her luscious legs look similar.

My mood is always at its best when I’m around either of them. We have a large garden at our new house and the three of us work together, keeping it maintained and treating ourselves to a dinner or movie after a day of hard work. My aunt lives a few blocks away and routinely walks over to visit us.

Rachel never mentions her ex-husband, but she did obtain the house and a substantial amount of money when the divorce was finalized. Mom told me it was due to a dispute concerning children but wouldn’t divulge whether my aunt wanted offspring or he did. Not knowing the true story but knowing him, I suspected he had an affair and was caught.

Our time together the last few years has really bonded Mom and me, working and playing together. Mom rented an apartment for me at the University believing I would be more comfortable than sharing a room in the dorms. I figured it was an incentive to keep me at school allowing her to develop a relationship. Coming home once a month I figured I’d give Mom plenty of freedom, but as far as I could tell she wasn’t dating. After three months Mom pleaded with me to come home every weekend because she and my aunt missed my company. Gladly accepting her proposal I changed my schedule according to Mom’s wishes.

My time with Mom and my aunt was increasing my sexual frustration. When I arrived back to school on Sunday night I’d call up one of several girls I cycled through. They didn’t know why they received such a good fucking each time I came back and I wasn’t honest enough to tell them I was fantasizing they were my mother. I picked girls that looked similar to Mom or Aunt Rachel, avoiding an emotional attachment to any of them. They made it clear they were with me for the sex and didn’t want to get tied down to anyone during school so I didn’t mind using them to stave off my incestuous lust.

Mom and Rachel were still close and neither dated. Their full attention was devoted to me when I came home for the weekends and I looked forward to being with them this summer. Jealous men would stare when we’d go out on the town. My aunt would dress less conservative; although, much to my dismay neither would go braless.

Eating out was especially hard as I would sit by Mom with Rachel across from us. She wore a bra but her dresses showed a lot of cleavage from her full, meaty breasts. She caught me more than once staring at her chest through dinner, not saying anything to my mother. She would go back to talking to Mom, smiling while acknowledging the admiration of her sexy wares.

*****

Mom interrupted my daydreaming when she called me down for dinner. One of my favorite meals was waiting for me Ankara bayan escort to celebrate my homecoming. As we sat across from each other I found myself longingly staring at her beauty. She even asked me a couple of times whether I didn’t like my food since I wasn’t eating much. It was hard to break away to eat, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in her attempt to please me. Her eyes were like magnets, deep brown and beautiful, like a window to her soul.

When finished we cleaned up and retired to the living room to discuss our plans for the gardens. It was the time of year we’d have to do a lot of work to get them in shape for summer. She told me Rachel was anxious to come over and help which wouldn’t help subdue my aroused state. Unfortunately, I was going to have to seek a seasonal job to help pay for my escalating education costs. Summer employment was going to severely limit the time I would be able to spend with my two favorite ladies.

I was tired after the long trip and went to bed early, putting off job hunting until morning. I fell asleep fast thinking of past images of Mom and my aunt. I woke up earlier than normal and went downstairs to the kitchen. Mom still has a daily newspaper delivered and whenever I’m home we’d share it while eating breakfast. I retrieved it and started to read while waiting for Mom to arrive.

*****

Mom’s door creaked open and I heard her footsteps come down the hall. She lightly kissed me on the back of my neck and said, “Good morning, Sam. You’re up early.” I could smell her natural scent as her lips burned my flesh.

“Yes, I am. I slept well and wanted to get a start on looking for a job,” I replied as I looked up to see her walk around me to go to the counter. I froze as I gazed at my mom wearing a blue nightie which barely covered her full, firm ass. It wasn’t a see-through, but it clung to her tight enough making it was obvious she was nude underneath.

As she filled the coffee machine my eyes locked onto her long, bare legs. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them but they still excited me when displayed. As she finished and turned I quickly looked down at the paper disguising the fact I was leering. As she walked by me to go back to her room my eyes lustfully followed her sexy body.

After a few minutes, she returned in a robe to prepare breakfast. She must come out to the kitchen each morning right after she wakes up, starts up the coffee, then returns to her room to change to her robe. I had gotten up early before and she was always in her robe. I wonder if she had changed her routine when I started college.

I made a mental note to not let sleep interfere again with my early morning delight. Hopefully, she wouldn’t revert back to changing to her robe before coming out to start up the coffee in the future.

We talked while she finished cooking. After we ate and finished reading the paper, I helped her clean up. She asked me what I was going to do today. I told her I was going to hunt for a summer job to help pay for college. We talked about possible job prospects and where I should start looking.

She hugged me, wishing me luck and left to get dressed to go to work. Retreating to my room, I surfed for job leads. A few minutes later I heard Mom’s car pull out. I looked out my window and watched her drive away. As soon as her car disappeared I was in bed stroking my rock-hard cock, reliving the sight of her nightie-clad body. I didn’t last long, coating my stomach with globs of hot cum.

I didn’t have much luck finding a job so I decided to take a break and go out. I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some items Mom had wrote on a list on the table. When I arrived home Mom was already there, earlier than normal. She greeted me with a hug and I asked her if anything was wrong. She informed me she took off to spend more time with me before I found a job.

We walked around the garden discussing what we were going to do for the next few days. While we were eating dinner later that night, I informed her I wasn’t having any luck finding a job. She looked disappointed but then smiled as she said, “You never know, maybe something will come up.”

Soon after we retired to the living room to watch TV, Mom went to her room. She left the door open and I could hear her talking on the phone, probably catching up with a friend. Their conversation was too faint to comprehend the content, but I did hear her say goodbye to whoever she was talking to.

She came out and sat by me on the couch, wrapping her arm around me to hug me close. I could feel the heat from her body and her breath as she told me she was going to help me with a job. I turned to look into those beautiful eyes as she continued to tell me she was talking with her friend Sharon regarding some available work. I remembered Sharon from our old neighborhood. She was Mom’s age and was hot. She told me Sharon had quite a bit of work to do around her house and she was willing to pay me good Escort bayan Ankara money to help.

Sharon was wealthy and would usually give me a twenty when we’d go visit her, for my college fund, she’d say. I figured the pay would be good and working around a hot looking woman couldn’t be bad. I readily agreed to work for her. Mom was elated, smiled and kissed me on the cheek as she went back to her room to call Sharon. She came out later and informed me I could start the next morning. After a few more minutes I told Mom I was going to bed to get a good night’s sleep. Setting my alarm to get up early, I drifted off fast.

*****

The next morning I was up and reading the paper, anxiously awaiting Mom’s arrival. She made her appearance at the same time wearing the same nightie. My plan worked as I leered at her scantily clad body. She repeated her routine, leaving and returning to fix breakfast in her robe. I told Mom I’d probably be late getting home since Sharon’s house was an hour away. She hugged me goodbye and wished me luck on my job. Her parting smile was sexy and even had a diminutive smirk mixed in. It was enough to arouse my horny prick.

I made it to Sharon’s place and she was still as hot as I remembered. We reviewed the things she wanted to be done and the list looked short enough I was sure I could do it in a day, although Mom had told me there was a week’s worth of work. After the first item was completed I realized the main job Sharon wanted accomplishing was to have her pussy filled with hard, young cock. Her seduction plan wasn’t complicated, leading me to her bedroom, stripping off her clothes and begging me to fuck her hard.

She kept me in bed all day, obviously not getting the spousal sexual attention she required. She told me her husband was out of town on a business trip until the end of the week, probably fucking his secretary instead of attending meetings. She wasn’t upset about his indiscretions as she was financially comfortable in their relationship. Neither of them desired a divorce and was fine with the status quo.

Exhausted from my workout, I arrived home late. Mom asked me how it went and I told her there was a lot of hard work to do and it would keep me busy for the week. She smiled and told me how happy it made her knowing she was able to help with the arrangement. I went to bed early in order to get up for Mom’s negligee showing.

Each day was a repeat of events starting with Mom in the morning and Sharon taking a sexual pounding during the day allowing me to live out my mom fantasies. One of the mornings I blew it and slept past Mom’s nightie show. Friday arrived too soon for my liking, signaling the end of my work week. I was hoping Sharon would extend my time, but she explained she didn’t want the neighbors to get suspicious and she had enough memories to last a while. She thanked me with a day of sex and I left with a check for five hundred dollars.

Mom had one of my favorite meals ready when I arrived home and we discussed our weekend plans. We decided on a number of projects in the garden and she mentioned that her sister was going to come over to help. I was looking forward to spending a weekend with them. Signing and handing the check to Mom brought out a big smile as I told her to use it to help pay for college expenses.

After breakfast the next day we worked in the garden. Shortly after we began my aunt showed up, looking as good as ever. We had never felt comfortable hugging as she was too close to my age, but she did stroke my arm with her hand in a greeting fashion, smiling wide and causing my groin to tingle. We toiled through the day, broke for lunch and decided to go out to dinner to celebrate our day of hard work.

Aunt Rachel went home to change while Mom and I picked her up on the way out. They were radiant at dinner and I couldn’t have been happier being out with these two beautiful women. Envious husbands stared at us as we dined. Sleep came easy after a full day of work.

After breakfast the next morning, Mom pulled her chair to face mine. She sat down and scooted up closer, intertwining our legs. Her bare leg rubbed against me under our robes as she leaned forward and stroked my arms. Her smooth, firm knees pressing along my hairy thighs sent electric shocks to my hardening cock.

She told me she had something important to tell me. I stroked her arms the same way she was doing, relaxing both of us. Fortunately, my robe concealed my hard prick resulting from our close contact.

She stared at me as if she were trying to decide how to tell me what she had on her mind. I looked back into those brown eyes and immediately felt at ease. She told me she had a long phone conversation with Sharon yesterday. My relaxed state began to disappear wondering what Sharon had told Mom.

“Sharon’s pregnant,” she divulged, still staring at me. I could only imagine the panic-stricken look sweeping across my face. I hadn’t used protection with Sharon. Bayan escort Ankara She pulled me tight each time as I flooded her cunt with cum each time. I had wrongly assumed she was on some kind of birth control.

“It’s your baby, Sam,” she continued.

Fear swept through me as my hands squeezed tight on Mom’s arms. What an idiot I had been forgetting about protection. My mind was racing of the implications of getting someone pregnant. Mom could see my discomfort and moved her hands to mine pulling them away and held them tight, smiling widely, amused at my predicament.

“Relax, it’s okay. She wanted the baby. She told me how she seduced you and how she tricked you into thinking she was on birth control,” she quietly said in an attempt to calm me. Moving her hands to my arms, she stroked up and down to ease the tension.

Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Wow Mom. I had no idea. You’re okay with this? Does she want anything from me?”

“She wanted a baby and her husband couldn’t give her one. She’s elated and doesn’t want anything from you. You know, it’s not uncommon,” she told me, still locking our eyes together.

“Not uncommon?”

Explaining further she said, “Yes, wealthy women routinely find a young man to impregnate them when their husband can’t or doesn’t want to.”

“Why don’t they go to a fertility clinic and get inseminated,” I asked, more relaxed from Mom’s gentle caressing.

“They usually don’t want anyone to know and they like the more discreet method. Most of the time the husband won’t allow it, afraid his colleagues might find out and think he is less of a man for it.”

“Sharon asked me to have this talk with you to make sure you’re okay. She hated that she didn’t ask you in advance, fearing you’d say no to her,” she stated, looking for my reaction.

I smiled and told her, “It’s fine Mom. I like Sharon and I’m glad she’s happy now. It was quite a workout last week though.”

“No details Sam. A mother doesn’t want to know those kinds of things,” she laughed, breaking the tension.

She pulled back and we went to change for another day of work in the garden. Aunt Rachel arrived mid-morning to help out. Several times Mom caught me staring at my aunt when she’d bend over and display her ample cleavage. My face reddened realizing I wasn’t that sneaky, but Mom only smirked and continued to work. We ate at home and Rachel left right after.

After our showers, we relaxed on the couch watching TV before retiring for the night. Mom draped her arm around me and stroked my upper arm again as she did in the morning. She moved my arm to do the same to her and we enjoyed the moment, massaging and bonding with each other. Her skin was smooth and soft. I could have remained there for the rest of the night. I gently squeezed her arm several times after she did it to me.

We were ready to call it a night when she looked over at me and said, “I really enjoyed the time we spent together during the weekend. It was fun working and playing together again. I’ve missed your company more than I thought I would when you were at school.”

I replied, “I always have fun when I get to work in the garden with you and Aunt Rachel. It’s going to be a bummer to have to start looking for another job tomorrow.” I secretly wondered if she had any more hot friends needing help.

As if she read my mind, Mom said, “Sharon told me some of her friends are really jealous of her now,” as her eyes locked with mine. “You know, there is a way you can spend more time with me this summer and still earn money.”

Observing my clueless look, she disclosed her plan. “Sharon says her friends would be willing to pay for the same service. It wouldn’t take long and you could spend more time here with me.”

Now it hit me. Mom wanted me to impregnate Sharon’s friends. Trying to hide my excitement, I responded, “Gee Mom, you want to pimp out your son? That doesn’t sound legal.”

Squeezing my arm harder, she replied. “Not pimping. It isn’t sex. You’d be inseminating desperate women. We would provide a service they need and they’re willing to pay well for it.”

“Umm, Mom. You do realize sex is part of it, don’t you? How about the legality of it? What if they want to come after me for child support or something?”

She explained the process in length. She assured me these women had no intention or desire to establish a relationship with me. They didn’t even want to see my face during the process. It wouldn’t be lovemaking, it would be a simple infusion of sperm. They required secrecy because they didn’t want to involve anyone else. Sharon had a loyal attorney draw up an agreement to protect both parties from further action. The women would be people we hadn’t met to further cement anonymity.

The plan was well thought out. I wonder how long Mom and Sharon had been working on the details. It was hard to contain my excitement over my new summer job prospect. I told her in as steady a voice as I could, “Sure Mom. I’ll help out. Giving me more time to help around here will be really nice.”

“Great Sam. I’m taking off work this week in order to spend more time together,” she informed me, returning to the smooth-stroking on my upper arm.

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My clothes for work on Monday consisted of a fitted white blouse, pale blue jacket, matching blue and white pleated skirt, black thigh highs and high heels. I received numerous compliments. If they only knew what I wasn’t wearing.

Kelly will be surprised if I give her the document showing I had made a decision on continuing our contract even before she had asked me to advance my decision. I mulled over my decision all day, since I the answer I would give her after work would be permanent, not a one-year extension. Ok, other than the time frame, it sounds contradictory to be mulling it over when I had made a decision. That’s just me. I imagine many a new bride thought about her decision up to the last minute when it got close to her wedding day. Regardless, when I wasn’t lecturing my mind was consumed by the idea of being permanently owned by Kelly.

The pain, embarrassment and humiliation she had permitted at the fair were severe, but, as we later discussed, that was a final test of my limits. She promised she would never do anything like that again. Beyond any doubt, I knew deep down that she would never cause lasting or permanent injury to my body. She brought out my masochist personality and showed me what it was like to be loved by a woman. Kelly loves me as much as I love her, and that love is real. There is no doubt in my mind about that. Many of you will say that two weeks is not enough time to fall in love. That’s bull. I really feel that I fell in love with her soon after I first saw her at Lisa’s i have felt more wanted in the past two weeks with Kelly than with anyone in my entire life, outside of my family.

I arrived home and, as usual, removed my clothes in the foyer. Ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs and collar were waiting for me on the table. Following the written instructions Kelly had provided, I locked the cuffs on and crawled to the den holding the buckle of the collar between my teeth. I sensed a deep admiration and truly felt her love as Kelly watched me approach, attain position, and present the collar. I waited patiently while she locked it around my neck. “Well, little one, since you are presenting yourself before me as my slave would, may I assume your decision is yes?”

“Mistress, whether my decision was ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ I would be here before you as your slave because my initial contract is not complete.”

“Since you have, again, succinctly stated the obvious, you force me to ask for your decision.”

“Mistress, I would like to reveal my decision in a manner other than verbally. To do so, may I have your permission to get a paper from my purse.”

“You intrigue me, pet. Yes, please get whatever you need.” I crawled to the foyer, removed a sheet of paper from my purse, returned, knelt, and handed it to her. It was a certificate showing that I had already registered online as her slave the previous Friday:

Slave Ownership and Registration Certificate

This is to certify that the registrant with number xxx-xxx-xxx, currently known as “Slave kimmy,” is registered in as an owned slave; and that the registrant’s owner is declared to be Mistress Kelly; and that the registrant has been owned by Mistress Kelly since the 4th day of May 2013.

The registration number xxx-xxx-xxx was issued on the 17 May 2013. This certificate was issued on 17 May 2013.

A barcode specific to this registration was printed at the bottom of the page.

“I hope Mistress is not displeased that her slave took the liberty of registering her ownership. I found this web site and just could not resist. As you can see, they even provide a bar code that can be tattooed onto a slave for future identification purposes. Your slave must also admit that she registered last Friday before you asked her for an early decision.”

Kelly’s answer was initially wordless. She dropped to her knees in front of me, took me into her arms and kissed me deeply. Finally, she pulled back and exclaimed, “No, kimmy, your Mistress is not displeased at all. In fact, she is overjoyed. She did not even know this web site existed and is proud that you took the initiative to register. Nevertheless, she should be pissed that you didn’t tell her about this when she asked you if you would make an early decision.”

“But, My Mistress, I started to tell you yesterday, but you stopped me and said, “No, I will not accept an answer tonight.”

“You are right, again, kimmy. Just remember rule number two.”

We laughed together because she was using those oft cited rules: Rule 1. Your Mistress is never wrong. Rule 2. When your Mistress is wrong, rule 1 applies.

“Damn, pet, I just don’t know what to do with you!”

“Is Mistress displeased with her slave because of something her slave did?”

“Displeased? Not at all! It’s just that you should be getting spanked for hiding this from me all weekend,” she remarked, waving my certificate in the air, but I just can’t because it was such a sweet thing to do for us.”

“But, Mistress, you must. I would feel my evening was incomplete Ankara escort if you neglected to spank me for not telling you sooner.” Kelly smiled, sat on the sofa, and patted her lap. I needed no additional invitation. I lay over her legs for quite a while as she slowly stroked my butt with her hand. I prepared supper with my cuffs connected by short chains and my ass properly covered with her handprints.

I sat beside Kelly at the table. She handed me a new contract, explaining once again that she felt that our current one was not sufficient for a permanent relationship. “One of the Venus Coterie members is a lawyer and had prepared an extensive contract to be used by members. We decided to call it a compact, rather than a contract. The terms are basically synonymous, but we just like the name compact more.” She explained. “As our membership grew, we knew we wanted to insure submissive members were protected from any harm even though we vet every member. We spent most of our time during the meal discussing many of the terms of the compact.

One major clause that jumped out at me was one that said I had to put all of my assets into a revocable living trust. I felt this was unnecessary, but Kelly insisted. She said that one never knows what may happen. “We don’t like to think about it, but accidents happen every day, especially on the highway. I relented. She asked who I wanted to have listed as beneficiaries. I felt it should be her with my nieces and nephews as contingent beneficiaries. She refused, saying she was financially secure and did not need anything. In addition, the control I was giving her over my life, could cause a court challenge of the trust. I finally agreed to only designate my nephews and nieces.

We had quite a discussion when she informed me that she was also creating a trust and that I would be the sole beneficiary. I lost that argument.

As it was written, I would agree to contribute to half our living expenses (the categories of expenses were specifically defined) and was responsible for my own personal expenses. “Mistress,” I said, “I agree that I should share in the household expenses, but this doesn’t say anything about you controlling my finances as you have for the past two weeks.”

“I don’t think that is really necessary, pet. I now know you are a very responsible person when it comes to money.”

“Mistress, please! Don’t laugh at me but having to ask you for permission to buy something just emphasizes my position as your slave. I shouldn’t have unlimited access to my money. After much negotiation, she finally agreed to hold all my credit and debit cards, except for one that I would carry in case of emergency (The one that immediately sent a text message when it was used. Her phone would be used for the text.) I had to agree to an increase in my “allowance,” and didn’t have to account to her when I bought something with it.” She still held my checkbook, but still refused to be a signatory on it, or any other account, and would insure that all my bills were paid on time.

As before, there was a provision that either of us could break the compact, but we had to confirm our desires before a committee of five other members (Three dominas and two submissives) to insure our differences were irreconcilable rather than we were, in the moment, simply pissed at one another

We made a few other minor changes. She then said she would make the changes and reprint the compact on Tuesday. She then gave me the name of a female lawyer. “She is not a member of our society, but is familiar with the lifestyle, so she will give you an independent opinion of the terms. I want you to make an appointment with her to review the compact. She can answer questions have. Also, she will be able to prepare the trust for you. I am sure you don’t think necessary, but it is important to me and the other members that you take this additional step before we sign it.”

Kelly explained that the special ceremony that she wanted to schedule at the annual picnic on Saturday was a formal “collaring” ceremony. “Many BDSM and power exchange groups have their own collaring ceremony. The Venus Coterie created one for the use of their members. We will be confirming our agreement in front of all of the members. Even though she wouldn’t give me any additional information, I, wanted to do it for her. I would, of course, float through the rest of the workweek wondering what the ceremony would be like. I asked Kelly, twice, but she would not reveal a single tidbit of information saying she wanted it to be a surprise. I even asked Sam, to no avail.

The rest of the evening was spent snuggling on the sofa while watching a new video.

Kelly removed my cuffs when we went to bed leaving her collar and my ID tag as the only reminder of her ownership. We were so happy, we made love until the wee hours of the morning. Exhausted, she finally chained my collar to the bed. This redundant addition still felt good when she said, “I am never going to let you go, my pet. You are mine, forever.” I’ll have Ankara escort bayan to decide where I am going to tattoo that barcode, though. I simply smiled. We soon fell asleep in one another’s arms.

Tuesday morning Kelly added a new ritual for our morning routine and as part of my slave training. After our showers and assisting Kelly in dressing for the day, I, remaining naked, served Kelly a cup of tea in the den, where she would remain, reading the paper while I prepared our breakfast. (I was required to go outside to get the paper. Thankfully, she permitted me to wear a satin robe, although it was so short it barely covered my ass.) She then joined me at the table while we ate. Yes, the robe hung in the closet again. Only after I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes, I would dress for work. On weekends I would remain naked or partly naked on the weekends. Kelly was beginning to enjoy having me wear nothing but a short skirt around the house. I liked it, too.

I was a little surprised when, after I poured her tea, Kelly advised me that she would be having scrambled eggs and hash-browns for breakfast, but I would only be eating chocolate-covered Cocoa Puffs. This was the first time she had me prepare something different for myself.

I should preface the next part with a description of the new breakfast table that was delivered the previous day. It was a rectangular, glass-top table that could seat six people, two on each side and one at each end, if desired, but only four chairs came with it. The glass was sturdy enough that it was only held up by four legs at the corners. When I arrived home from work and saw it, I remarked that I was surprised that she replaced the old table because was in good condition. “Oh, this is something I’ve thought about for quite a long time, pet. It will fulfill a fantasy.”

I finished preparing breakfast, placed her plate and my bowl on the table and sat down. I wasn’t permitted to begin eating until she was ready. She laid the paper down and looked at me with that grin that told me something was up. “Pet, we are going to change the way we enjoy our breakfast today. If I like the change, and I have no reason to believe I won’t, it will often be a part of our dining routine at home. The change is you will not be eating at the table with me.”

A disappointed look immediately spread across my face. “kimmy, I recommend you never play poker. It is impossible for you to hide your feelings. Listen to what I have to say before you judge. As I indicated, it will not be a daily routine, (well, some of it could be) but I am sure I will include it in our meals several times a week, primarily at breakfast, and am sure you will also enjoy it, once you realize how much you will be pleasing your Mistress.”

“There are several parts to this, and I will instruct you in each part separately. First, when I permit you to eat at the table with me, you will always be naked from the waist down, at a minimum, and keep your legs spread so I can always see my cunt. That won’t be much of a problem, though, since you are usually naked when home. However, if you aren’t, you will always insure I can see my cunt without receiving specific instructions from me.”

“Ah, the reason for the glass top,” I thought, then replied, “I understand, Mistress,” and immediately spread my legs wide.

“This morning, however, I want you to place your bowl on the floor under the table and eat there while on your hands and knees. You will do this at breakfast any time I say that you will be eating cereal. For other meals I will simply state that you will not be dining at the table. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do.”

“Oh, and these rules apply even if we have guests eating with us.”

I gulped, knowing this was another form of humiliation. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Well?” She stared at me waiting a moment before I realized that was an order to act. I picked up my bowl and spoon and knelt on the floor preparing to crawl under the table when she asked, “kimmy, what did I tell you to do?”

“You said I should eat my cereal under the table, ma’am,” I replied somewhat confused.

“No, pet, I specifically said to place your bowl on the floor under the table and eat there while on your hands and knees. I never said anything about a spoon.”

Rebuked once again, I wondered if I would ever learn to listen close enough that I wouldn’t miss things like that.

Even though I had eaten while on the floor before, I was embarrassed doing it under the table, knowing she was watching me through the table top. When I finished lapping the remaining milk from the bowl (I’d have to remember not to pour so much in the next time), she ordered me to relax in place. The table was just high enough that I could sit back on my heels, legs spread, hands on my legs, and watch my Mistress finish her breakfast. I didn’t need to be told that I should be facing her. I was aroused by the simple fact that she could see me like this while she was eating her meal. We exchanged loving smiles Escort Ankara each time she looked down.

Finally, she pushed her empty plates to the side. “Ok, slut, while it is not customary to have desert after breakfast, you may now enjoy some. Considering my position and watching her spread her legs, it didn’t take a nuclear scientist to understand what my desert was to be. I carefully pushed her skirt up her legs while she lifted her hips and slid forward in the chair to make it easy for me to grasp her panties and pull them off.

I had performed this wonderful act of adoration and love many times under the table after a meal, but this was the first time she would be able to watch me. That knowledge added to my own excitement. My lips and tongue moved over her nether lips kissing and prodding in ways that I had learned would give her the greatest pleasure. She soon exploded in orgasm and pressed her sex into my face where I remained until she came back to earth. I, too, was in heaven knowing that I was the one who gave her that pleasure.

When she stood up, I was permitted to crawl from beneath the table and knelt with my fingers entwined behind me. She grasped my chin, bid me to rise then hugged and kissed me.

“That was wonderful, pet. I may make that a daily ritual after all.”

“Your wish is my desire, and pleasure, Mistress.” However, I was not permitted any relief.

My week at work was extremely busy. Kelly continued to select my clothes. Each day I wore a fitted white blouse, surprisingly with a bra, a skirt, thigh highs (or a g-belt and nylons) and heels. Other than the style and color of the skirt, only what I wore under it changed. On Tuesday I wore a thong. She called me just before lunch and ordered me to remove the garment (while sitting at my desk and still talking to her) and put it in a desk drawer. I carried it home in my purse.

Before we ended the call, I said, “Mistress, this morning I realized that I haven’t called my sister Kassandra for nearly 3 weeks. May I have your permission to call her?”

“I remember you said that you try to call her every couple weeks, pet. You do need to keep in touch with your family. You do not need my permission to call her. What about your brother?”

“Oh, I only contact him about every six months. But, Mistress, I do need your permission this time because I…ah…want to tell her about us.”

“Us, as in being lesbian lovers or Mistress/slave. You said you thought they might be shocked if they saw you submit to me.”

“Well, I do not plan to tell my brother, and yes, my sister might be shocked about either revelation. She is my big sister, after all, and has been very protective of me since our parents died. I think she needs to know what is happening in my life, especially since we are making our relationship permanent.”

“You have my permission to reveal anything you want to her, little one.”

I rushed to the cafeteria and brought a take-out salad back to my office. I didn’t know how much time I would need to talk to Kassandra and was pleased I didn’t have anything scheduled after lunch.

My hands were shaking when I tapped Kassandra’s name on my phone. It started to ring: 1..2..3..4. I was beginning to think all the wailing and gnashing of teeth was for naught when she answered.

“Well, hello, there, little sister. I was beginning to get worried, thinking you had dropped off the ends of the earth.”

“Hi Kassie. It has only been two weeks since we talked. I guess you could say I’ve been a little tied up.” If she only knew.

“No, sister. It’s been over three weeks. But that’s OK, you’re here now. I guess Jeff’s been keeping you busy.”

“Um… That’s some of the news I wanted to tell you. I broke it off with him last month on his birthday.”

“On his birthday? That’s a tough one. What happened?” I gave her the details of how I wanted to surprise him then finding out he was cheating on me.”

“To be honest, Kim, I never did like him. I always thought you deserved better. Truthfully, I don’t recall liking any of the guys you dated. Maybe it was my maternal instincts, but you never really seemed to be happy with any of them. So, you’re back on the market again.”

“Not really, but I’ll get to that in a minute. I got a new job and have moved.”

“What???” I explained how I became Hunter’s CIO.

“That is fantastic. You deserve the best. Now, spill it. Why aren’t you still on the market? You can’t tell me you have found a new boyfriend already. You need to date around for a while after the way Jeff cheated on you, kiddo. Don’t fall for the first dick that comes along and wants to screw you.”

“Kassie!!”

“I’m serious, Kim. Go out with a few guys before you try to settle down again.”

“Time to bite the bullet,” I thought. “You were crude, I’ll through it right back at you.”

“I didn’t fall for the first dick that came along, sister. It was the first pussy.”

“OH, MY, GADW, Kimberly Ann. Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“Well, Kassandra Marie, if you think I am saying that I am dating a woman, then you are hearing me correctly. And, furthermore, my dear sister, after only two weeks I can say that I am in love, and I am sure she loves me.”

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-I apologize that this one has been so long coming. I had most of it written a week or two after the last chapter but got writer’s block going into the date. I have had this finished for a few months, but life got in the way of editing this one. Thank you to all my readers and their patience. I hope to be wrapping this one up in another chapter or two.-

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Without any groceries in the house, Oscar made the wise choice to go to Mel’s Diner the next morning. It was his favorite place to eat and a staple of everyone in town. Mel’s was family-owned for two generations, and someday soon, it would probably be three. Melvin Clark Jr. had taken over from Melvin Sr. who ran the place when Oscar was a kid. Oscars ties to Mel’s went back is rookie days as a patrolman. His first patrol included this area, so he usually started and stopped his shift here with a cup of coffee. In fact, that was how he met his late wife Wanda, she waited tables here and worked the morning shift.

As soon as Oscar walked through the door, Hanna, Mel’s oldest daughter, who was hostess, shouted out back to her father.

“Dad,” she hollered behind her with a massive grin beaming at Oscar. “We got an escaped jailbird here! Better call the cops!”

“Haha,” Oscar barked at her as he hung his coat on the hooks in the entranceway. “I was let out on good behavior.”

“Oh, we know,” Hanna said. “Dad and I saw that weird press conference. The rumor was that you got a beating in there from an orderly.”

“No beat down for me. Just good beating on an orderly that didn’t understand the meaning of the word “No.”

Hanna was Melvin’s oldest daughter of his four. At forty, she definitely looked it and never tried to hide it. She was the spitting image of her mother with blond hair dark rim glasses. They both had pointy noses with dark brown eyes. In all honesty, Hanna was not a looker but had all her father’s ambitions. She planned to take over for her dad when he retired. Oscar knew from prior talks with Melvin, he was ok with that but not the idea of retirement.

The diner was still empty on a Sunday because it was still way before the local churches let out. Oscar knew the routine well. If he got here before seven, he could always get his favorite booth in the back. Old cop habits died hard, and training always taught him to put his back against a wall with a clear sight of all the exits.

Oscar didn’t wait for Hanna to seat him. He just walked down to the booth at the far end and sat down. A few minutes later, Hanna dropped a cup of coffee in front of him just the way he liked it.

“You in a rush to order, or can you wait a bit for Rene to come in?” she asked, watching as a few new patrons walked in.

“No rush at all, hun,” Oscar replied. “I could use the paper if you got one. Don’t hurry, though.”

“I’ll have dad bring it out, he has a present for you,” she told him and then walked up to take care of the new customers. “Glad to have you back.”

Mel’s Diner was you’re traditional all chrome fifties-style diner. They were famous for the best hash browns in the county, and as per usual, Oscar would likely place two orders. The hash browns were just as good the next morning if he heated them in the microwave. That was no easy feat.

Oscar sipped at his coffee and watch the few cars out on the road this early. The Diner was right at the edge of town, making it a commonplace for everyone in the whole area.

“Oscar,” said a big heavyset man with Santa Claus style beard. “Good to have you back, man.”

Melvin, the owner, took a seat opposite Oscar and slid him the newspaper. It wasn’t just the newspaper though, underneath the paper he carried was something framed.

Oscar lifted the paper and laughed at the sight. Melvin had cutout last week’s news headline about Oscar saving a nurse. It was framed for Oscar and everything. Melvin pointed at a hook on the wall behind Oscar.

“Figured you might want to hang that up over your booth,” Melvin joked.

“Thanks, but I didn’t do anything,” Oscar said, holding his hands up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Melvin said mockingly. “Just like back in ninety-five when you were off duty, and that guy came in with a knife to rob me. I swore that kid shit bricks when you pulled your gun.”

“Right place, right time Mel,” Oscar said modestly. “Doesn’t always work that way.”

“True, but I thought my old friend deserved a bit of recognition.”

“Well then, I thank you,” Oscar said, extending his hand to the big man.

They shook hands, and Mel replied, “Your welcome, and I am sorry I missed your welcome home party yesterday. Nat swung by to invite us, but I couldn’t leave the diner.”

“No biggie,” Oscar said, placing the frame on the wall. “How long have we known each other? I know the drill, my friend. The only time I see you is here or if your wife invites me to dinner.”

“I am a workaholic. You know that. You’re going to have to tell me later about how they treat the patients up at Winterbrook. I have heard some horror stories.”

“I will. For now, let’s just say it isn’t so bad except Ankara bayan escort for the strictness. Us, old fogies are hard to break from bad habits.”

Mel tapped Oscar on the shoulder, “They took your cigars away, didn’t they?”

“You know it,” Oscar remarked, smirking.

The bell on the main door rang as more people began coming in. It Looked like it was going to be a busy Sunday at Mel’s.

“I think that is my cue,” Mel said, getting up from the table. “Rene should be here any minute.”

“Did someone say my name?” echoed from a tiny voice in the kitchen.

“Nevermind,” remarked Mel as he shuffled off to the kitchen. He waved goodbye to Oscar and shook his head as he walked away.

“I heard my favorite customer is here!” chirped a tiny blonde girl as she tied her apron over her jeans and t-shirt. Then walked over to Oscar’s booth, almost skipping with bubbliness.

Renee was the youngest daughter of Mel’s, and let’s just say, she was very much a surprise to the family when she was born. At four foot eight, she was a bubbly bundle of energy that never stopped. She looked nothing like any of her older sisters except her blonde hair. No pointy nose, not tall and lanky. Mel used to joke that she was the mailman’s kid, but there was no way she wasn’t his. Her eyes were the spitting image of Melvin Jr.’s baby blues. Natalie had babysat her most of her life, so Oscar was like her uncle. The girl wasn’t more than twenty and going to college for psychology. She only worked for her dad on the weekends.

“Hey, Tiny,” Oscar said to her.

“Hey, grumpy pants,” she quipped back. “The usual?”

“You know it.”

“DAD! OSCAR WANT HIS USUAL!” she screamed to the kitchen.

“Rene! No screaming!” jabbed Hanna from the front area, shaking her head in embarrassment.

The petite girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Oscar. She snickered at Hanna and pointed her finger.

“Some people, am I right?” she joked with Oscar.

“How’s school?” Oscar asked, trying to change the subject. He did on want to get in the middle a sister squabble. Those never ended well.

“Meh,” she said, leaning in closer to Oscar. “Why don’t you tell me about the big house?” she whispered to him.

“I was not in the big house,” Oscar stated dryly. “Just a mental health facility.”

“Stage any prison breaks, or get electroshock, or or…”

“No, ” Oscar said, interrupting her. “Nothing like that. It was pretty boring until I took out that orderly.”

“Didja karate chop him like in the movies?” Rene teased make a swinging gesture with her arms.

“No, just tripped him with my cane,” he told her. “It was pretty unremarkable. He was just a dumbass.”

“Did it make ya miss being a cop?” she asked, being more serious.

“Nah.”

Hanna walked up to them with a pissed look on her face. Her hands were crossed, and her eyes were daggers. The diner behind looked like it was filling up quickly even for a Sunday.

“Leave poor Oscar alone, shrimp,” Hanna said. “I got you four more booths while you were over here bull shiting. So get to work.”

“Sure thing dear wonderful great much much much older sister of mine,” Rene replied with a salute. “Bet they don’t tip nearly as good as you,” she said to Oscar while fluttering eyes mocking innocence at him and then vanished.

“Seriously, Oscar,” Hanna said, smiling. “I don’t know why you encourage her.”

“She reminds me of what it was like to be young again. Also, I wish I could bottle her energy and sell it,” Oscar joked.

“Don’t we all,” Hanna said, going back to the front. “Dad says food will be a few more minutes.”

Oscar nodded and went back to his paper. The coffee here was sludge, but Mel kept the fancy stuff outback for himself. It was also the stuff he gave Oscar too. Over thirty years of friendship had to mean something.

Mel and Oscar went way back. Mel was only just shy of retirement, making him a bit younger than Oscar. Mel’s wife Joan and Wanda had been longtime friends going back to elementary school. Besides Oscar being here in on patrol, Wanda worked the register and helped hostess when the busy seasons came in. Renee had been born just after Wanda had passed, which was heartbreaking. Natalie and Tom were teenagers then so Natalie took a shine to the new baby. In her grieving, she helped Joan out with the baby in hopes it would brighten everyone’s sadness. That was why Renee and Oscar were so close. Renee spent many a day at Oscar’s house over the years while Joan helped her husband with the diner.

The newspaper didn’t inform Oscar of anything even close to new. Even after months away, nothing had changed in the headlines. Politicians were still fighting like children, and the economy was on edge to hit the shitter. Oscar sipped his coffee, not reading as he flipped pages in search of the crossword puzzle.

“Ehem!” coughed a familiar voice. “You look lonely in this booth. Mind if we join you?”

Oscar lowered the paper to see Daphne and her son standing there. He fought back his urge to scoop her up right there and kiss her. Escort bayan Ankara This was a pleasant surprise. She wore a pair of dark blue denim jean cut-offs and a light gray tank top. Not as sexy as her dress from the previous day, but she still filled it out nicely.

“If I didn’t know any better, my dear, I would say I have a stalker,” Oscar kidded her.

“Of course you do,” Daphne replied, winking at him.

All the while, Peter stood there, confused by their exchange. Oscar put down the paper and gestured to the seat in front of him. Daphne slid into the booth first, and Peter slid in after her.

“So Peter, this is Oscar. And Oscar, this is Peter.” Daphne said, picking up a menu. “Oscar is the man who saved me last week.”

Oscar shook Peters, and they exchanged pleasantries. Peter was a decent looking kid but seemed a bit awkward socially. Oscar could relate, his nephew had been much the same way. It took time, but Oscar did his best to get Tom out of his shell.

“Thank you,” Peter told Oscar.

“For what?” Oscar asked a bit confused.

“For saving Mum,” Peter stated. “I wish I could have been there to help.”

Oscar just nodded in acceptance of Peter’s comment. The boy was protective of his mom, and Oscar was charmed by it. His nephew and niece had been much the same to him as they grew up.

“So, what brings you two out so early on a Sunday?” Oscar asked, sipping at his coffee.

“Peter here needs to buy his first car,” Daphne said, putting down the menu.

“Mooommm,” Peter chimed with embarrassment.

“How old are you, Pete?” Oscar asked.

“Eighteen next month. Going to be a senior this year,” Peter told Oscar.

“Good to own a car at your age,” Oscar told him.

“Yeah, most of my friends have had their cars for a year now.” He said bashfully.

“Ehhh,” Oscar remarked. “Don’t let that bother you. My nephew didn’t learn to drive until late in college. He got his first in his late twenties. Better freedom when you have one, he couldn’t believe it.”

Peter smiled at Oscar’s comment, and his mom interrupted. “That what I have been telling him. It would also be nice not to have to chauffeur him around town or let him take my car.”

“Yeah, but you put too much pressure on me,” Peter quipped.

As Daphne went to speak, they were all pleasantly interrupted. “Oh, we have guests today, Oscar! Should I be jealous?” Remarked Renee as she appeared with Oscar’s food.

“Nah, just some new friends,” Oscar said, smiling.

“Hey Peter,” Renee said, looking down at the young man. “Didn’t know you were friends with the old man over here.”

“Hey Renee,” Peter said back, turning red. “He is a friend of moms. We just got introduced.”

“Hey, Daph,” Renee said. “Coffee?”

“Sure. Two cream and one sugar,” Daphne replied.

“Tea for me,” Peter managed to get out.

“Be back in just a sec,” Renee said and disappeared in a flash.

“Ahhh,” Oscar said. “So you know Renee.”

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I tutored her in calculus the last year before she graduated. How do you know her?”

“I have been coming here since before she was born. Her mom was best friends with my late wife. I am her Godfather.” Oscar said, then pointed at his food. “Mind if I eat? Don’t want to be rude, but it is getting cold.”

Both replied, “no,” and the three sat there chatting and eventually all eating. Peter, who seemed a shy kid at first, opened up for Oscar right away. Oscar assumed it was because the kid had a massive crush on Renee. Knowing Oscar knew her and her whole family made the kid pretty chatty. Oscar was good and didn’t point out the crush, but it was pretty obvious. Peter blushed every time Renee looked at him. It was pretty adorable as far as puppy love goes, Oscar thought.

Just as they were wrapping up their meal, Peter excused himself to the bathroom. This left Daphne and Oscar alone. Oscar’s heart skipped a few beats in excitement to be alone with her. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

“So I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she said as soon as Peter was out of earshot.

“Me too,” Oscar said. “I was thrilled to run into you today.”

“Well, I did hear from someone. This was your favorite hangout,” Daphne told Oscar with a wink. “Also, in case you couldn’t tell Peter has a thing for Renee. You should have seen his face when I said where we were going for breakfast. She came to our house about a dozen times last year for tutoring, and I didn’t know the boy knew what cologne was before her first visit.”

“I see him and his mother have a few things in common,” Oscar said with a smirk.

“Such as?”

“You have a thing for older men, and he apparently has a thing older women.”

“Oh, stop,” Daphne said with a small snot. “Renee is not that much older than him.”

“No, but I know a few old ladies that might love to get their hands on him,” Oscar joked.

“Not funny, Oscar,” Daphne said with less humor in her voice.

“Ok, ok. I am sorry,” Oscar said earnestly then quickly change the subject. “Tomorrow, did you have any particular Bayan escort Ankara place you wanted to eat or go? I haven’t taken a woman out on a date in over a decade, and I want to make sure of my success. Especially with one as lovely as yourself.”

“To be honest, Oscar,” she said frankly. “We could order pizza and stay in your bed for all I care.”

“Ooooh tempting,” Oscar said. “But I would like to show off someone as beautiful as you on my arm. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Daphne said, turning slightly red.

“Nothing fancy,” Oscar told her. “You can get away with casual attire but not too casual.”

“I have just the outfit. What time did you plan?”

“Three ish if that is not a problem?” he said as the plans for their date began forming in his head.

“No problem. Peter has been gone a while,” Daphne remarked, looking around.

“He is not gone,” Oscar remarked, nodding his head at the counter. Peter was there chatting with Renee, and she was giggling at something he said.

“Wow,” Daphne said. “I am shocked he worked up the courage to talk to her.”

“Me too,” Oscar said. “Seems like a good kid.”

“He is,” Daphne stated. “Though not usually this much of an extrovert. I usually have to nag him to talk to people.”

“Pretty girls make the world go around,” Oscar said, holding Daphne’s hand.

“I am beginning to see that,” she told him, squeezing his hand.

Both of them let go of each other’s hands as they realized Peter was returning. The boy was grinning like a pig in shit. Oscar assumed his little chat with Renee had gone well. Or at least well enough that he felt good about himself.

When Peter returned to the table, his mother excused herself to the ladies’ room. She left, stating, “If Peter was to drive her around all afternoon looking at cars. It was a good idea to make sure she didn’t piss herself scared of his driving.” Peter looked annoyed at this, but Daphne kissed him on the head and told him she was only teasing.

This left the two guys alone at the table. Oscar took a sip of his coffee, trying to think about what to say or ask Peter. Before he could, Peter broke the silence with a statement.

“So Mom seems pretty fond of you,” he said to Oscar.

Oscar just nodded in agreement.

“You seem pretty fond of her,” he said again.

“I am,” Oscar said, knowing the boy looked like he was about to make a point.

“I approve,” he said, extending his hand again to Oscar. They shook, and Oscar fought the urge to laugh.

Peter leaned in and whispered to Oscar so that no one could hear them.

“You hurt her, and I will break your legs,” he said with a big smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Oscar said, now belly laughing. “I like you, kid. You got balls.”

“When it comes to protecting Mom, I do,” He told Oscar. “She has dated some pretty big losers since Dad died. I feel like it is my job to protect her.”

“Goodman,” Oscar told him. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her. She is a wonderful woman.”

Peter nodded.

“So Oscar, that was a pretty nice car you dropped her off in last night. What was that?”

And with that, the two guys bonded. Peter didn’t have a fixation on cars, but everyone seems to admire classic muscle cars. Oscar told him about the car and how long he had it. Daphne seemed pretty surprised when she came back. They were both laughing about some wacky tale Oscar was telling about him letting his nephew Tom taking the car out for a date. Oscar had arranged for an officer, who was a friend of his, to pull him over right after Tom had picked up his date. It was a mean joke, but Tom kept his composure with the officer. Tom and Oscar laughed about it now, but back then, Tom was so pissed.

Shortly after Daphne came back, everyone went their separate ways. Oscar, feeling the need to always be a gentleman, picked up the bill despite Daphne getting upset over the idea. What she didn’t know was that Oscar ate at Mel’s for almost free. All he did was pay for Daphne and Peter’s meals and leave Renee a considerable tip.

On the way out the door, Renee grabbed him and pulled him aside where no one could hear. They were standing in the small foyer at the entrance.

“Hey Oscar,” she said. “Don’t mess this up.”

“What hon?” he asked, confused by what she said.

“You heard me, you dirty old man,” she said with a smirk. “I saw how you and Peter’s mom were looking at each other. Don’t mess it up. She has the hots for you.”

Oscar blushed for the first time in what felt like years as Renee kissed him on the cheek. She then bounced back into the restaurant. Oscar was left deep in thought as he went back to the car. It had been so long since he had been delighted that all these feelings left him feeling like he could walk on air.

The rest of the day, Oscar made his plans for his date with Daphne. He picked up groceries, ran to the pharmacy for his meds (including the new blue pills he got the Dr to call in), and called in a few favors.

For the date, Oscar didn’t get super dressed up. He went with semi-dressed up, wearing a lightweight blue polo and pair of khakis shorts. Summer was ending, but the heat was still pretty high. He also wore sandals, but they were the hiking kind. Oscar loved the air on his feet, but the sneaker-like feel of them.

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