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“Hey sleepyhead, wake up breakfast is on,” said Jen.

I stumble out of bed and head for the kitchen.

“Get them underwear off. I meant what I said yesterday. In the house, you and Jeremy are to be naked at all times, and I mean all times.”

“OK, I forgot. It’s not everyday that I walk around naked, especially with Mom and Dad home” as I remove my shorts.

” I love looking at your cock, especially now that it is beautifully shaven. It’s a work of art.” She says.

” I don’t think I’d go that far although I have to say that I do love the feel of it clean shaven.”

“Now sit down and eat your breakfast before it gets cold,” she says.

“Thanks sis.”

“Can I ask you something? Have you had this planned or is this something that was just a spur of the moment thing?”

“Ever since I watched you jerk off in my panties 3 years ago I have wanted to get into your pants. The opportunity just never really presented itself. So for the last 3 years I masturbated with my panties on so I could watch you as you sniff them. I knew you were using them to masturbate with. I’d watch you jerk off and when you were all done and would put them back in the hamper, I would retrieve them Kars Escort and take your cum and rub it all over my pussy and tits and masturbate with it. That’s why I never said anything.”

“You have been watching me the last 3 years. Wow. And I thought I was getting away with it without you knowing.”

“I enjoyed watching you. It gave me something to fantasize about when I masturbated.”

“So you did have this planned all along,” I said.

“When Mom and Dad told me they were going away for the summer, I knew that this would be my opportunity. I didn’t expect Jeremy to be here yesterday but he’s been like a second brother to us and he does have a great cock, so I thought I’d include him in our sexcapades. Besides, I have never had two cocks at the same time and thought that might be a real hot time. And two cocks are better than one when it comes to supplying the cream I need for my beauty treatments.”

“Jen, I have to be honest with you, I’m a virgin. I’ve never done it with anyone.”

“That’s Ok little brother, not to worry. By the time Pam and I are done with you and Jeremy, you’ll be well trained in the art of sex.”

“Pam your roommate from college? She’s Kars Escort Bayan coming here?”

“Yeah, she’s going to be spending most of the summer with us as well. You thought my swimsuit was hot, wait till you see hers. It’s skimpier than mine if you can believe that.”

“How do you expect me and Jeremy to walk around naked all day and not have a perpetual hard-on all day?”

“That’s what we’re hoping for. We are taking our beauty treatments very seriously, and it will be very demanding on your parts. That’s why being naked inside is so important. By everyone being able to see each other without clothes on, it will stimulate our hormones which will help in the production of your supplying the cum we so desperately need for our experiment. And we can have fun at the same time!”

” I don’t know about you but I’m ready for your first treatment today. Where would you like me to direct its application?”

“First and last treatment of the day is to be applied facially. So bring that cock over here and let me help you get started.”

Jen got down on her knees in front of me and started stroking my clean-shaven cock.

” I think we need to get this cock of yours Escort Kars lubed a bit.”

And with that said proceeded to place my cock in her mouth. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. It was so warm and I could only imagine how it would feel inside my sister’s pussy. She was sucking on it with such a vengeance that it didn’t take me long to give her the first facial application she desired.

“Sis about about ready to explode.”

“Then give me what you got stored up little brother. Give it to me. All over my face.”

“AHHHH God, YESSS!”

Sis finished by jerking me off . I shot every drop off my cum all over her face. She literally rubbed every ounce of my cum cream all over her face. After rubbing it in she came back and licked what little remained from my cock.

“That wasn’t bad for a first application. Did you enjoy the blowjob?”

“Sis, you are a great cocksucker.”

“Why thank you Brad. Would you help me get the dishes cleaned up before Jeremy and Pam get here?

“Sure. How did you get so good at sucking cock?”

“Pam taught me everything. I didn’t have a clue until Pam showed me how. We practiced on her dildo many a night. We use to insert it into each other’s pussy and then suck the juices off. That’s basically how I learned. And now I can practice my techniques on the real thing this summer.”

” This just seems to good to be true. I must be dreaming.”

The doorbell rings.

To be continued…

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(sorry I’ve been gone for a while – I wanted to continue the story for those who wrote to tell me how much they liked it – I’m truly flattered)

“Mmm,” I stretched against two warm bodies as fours arms pulled me tight. Daddy’s light snoring woke me up and I looked over his body to my pink, hello kitty alarm clock. It read 1pm. Uncle Mike moaned, his semi-hard cock rubbed up against the back of my leg, as he dreamed about what he had done to me, what Daddy had let him do to me. I smiled wickedly as I realized that I was probably the luckiest girl in the world.

We had been snuggled up sleeping together for about 45 minutes when I heard a faint knock on the front door downstairs. I slipped out from between Daddy and Uncle Mike before they woke. Grabbing my robe I headed for the stairs as the soft knock came again.

My body was sore, my jaw ached as I quickly descended the stairs pulling the robe tight around my waist. The sleeping giants upstairs had used me mercilessly all morning long and I didn’t want to disturb them, my body needed a break.

I peeked out the window to see Wren standing on the porch, flowers in hand. I hung my head as I reached form the doorknob. I hadn’t even thought about him since Daddy had his way with me last night. Then after he and Uncle Mike this morning, well, I just didn’t think I had room in my bed, let alone my life for an inexperienced and overly zealous boy.

“What do you want Wren?” I asked as soon as the door opened. His dark eyes twinkled in the bright sun. He was so cute it made my chest hurt and even though he had been too rough with me, he still made me weak in the knees.

He thrust the flowers at me, “I’m real sorry, really.” He smiled sheepishly then took in my appearance, he eyebrows furrowing. “You sick or something?”

“No, she’s not sick, kid,” Daddy’s booming voice called from the stairs as he descended and took the door from my hand. “Go get in the shower baby, I’ll take care of Wren.” I stood there looking at Daddy not sure I could trust him not to hurt Wren. He really was a kid compared to Daddy. “Do as you’re Daddy tells you baby.”

I took to the stairs listening hard for any sound of a fight and hesitated at the top as I listened to the soft murmer of their voices. I guessed everything would be all right and turned to go down the hall. I opened my bathroom door and was startled to find Uncle Mike naked and leaning into the shower turning on the water. “Sorry!” I started to pull the door closed to give him privacy.

“Get your sweet little ass in here girl” I turned to look up at his handsome face, long gold hair and clear blue eyes and felt like melting on the spot. “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. Your Dad and I can’t take you out shopping looking like that.” He smiled at me.

“Shopping?” Cool, we hadn’t all been shopping together in I don’t know when. I peeled off the robe and stepped into the hot shower stream. Uncle Mike followed grabbing my bottle of vanilla scented bodywash. He poured it over my body then rubbed the slick soap until it bubbled up all over me, sliding down my legs. His hands slid over my skin in small circles, washing me clean. I shook under his touch remembering how forceful and commanding he had been with me earlier this morning. I was surprised by his tenderness now. Uncle Mike’s big hand slid between my legs and gently stroked my sore folds working the vanilla soap over me as I sucked in a painful breath.

“Mmmm,” his throat rumbled above me and I looked up to see him smile. He stuck his finger up inside of me stroking that magic spot until I pressed my body against his trying to make him stop. We would never get out of the house at this rate.

He reached around behind me lathering up my bottom, slipping his fingers in my crack, cleaning his and Daddy’s come off my skin. I moaned against his chest putting my arms around his neck and grabbed one of his nipples in my teeth. He slid his hands down my legs and picked me up, my legs spread around him, my mouth finding his. I had always wanted this, always wanted to kiss him.

Uncle Mike pushed my back against the tiled shower wall and I felt him stroke his cock beneath me, using the soap to make it slick. He bit my neck and pressed Hatay Escort his cock against my tender swelling lips.

“Oh, Uncle Mike, it hurts. I want to but it hurts.” I whispered right in his ear. He grumbled loudly but released me letting me slide to the floor. I bent over and took his large cock in my hand and brought it to my mouth.

“Oh you are a good girl,” He thrust his purple cock head into me grabbing a handful of my hair to hold me still. His shaft was huge and I opened my mouth as wide as I could letting him slip it down my throat as I breathed through my nose just like he taught me. He pumped in and out of me faster and faster, using me, and came quickly in my mouth but didn’t pull out. “Swallow it, show me how much you love your Uncle, sweetie.” I did I was told and choked down the salty mix. “There’s a good girl.” He moaned above me.

Daddy and Uncle Mike took me lingerie shopping. I had never had anything like that before and was a little embarrassed to be looking at that sort of thing with them. They took me in the back rooms and told me try on the outfits they picked out, do a modeling show for them.

“But Daddy, I don’t think that…” I protested.

“Do as I tell you baby and we’ll give you a special surprise when we get home.” I turned to the dressing room wondering what they had in mind.

The first outfit was a lacy corset and had a tiny string crotchless panty. I walked out to show them and Daddy motioned with his finger that I should come to him. He ran his large hands down my lace covered body feeling the hard boning built into the corset. His thick fingers slipped between my legs and found the opening.

“Your wet, very good.” I shivered wordlessly as he stroked me again. “Now try on the next one baby.”

I slipped into the pink demi-cup bra and adjusted my breasts to that they sat up then stepped into the tiny white ruffled skirt sliding it up over my legs. It flounced like a little ballet skirt so I twirled in the mirror liking the way it flew up exposing my bottom. I walked out to show Daddy who smiled as soon as he saw me.

“There’s my girl,” he grinned at me. “Go show your Uncle.”

I walked over to Uncle Mike and did a twirl for him. His large hands found my bottom cupping it and pulled me to him. “I like the bra but doubt it will last long.” I straddled him and felt his cock hard and pressing against his jeans. “Let’s see the last one sweetie.”

The last one was my favorite; it made me feel like a grown-up. I slid the dark chocolate colored satin over my head letting it slid along my body enjoying the cool feel of the fabric against my skin. The halter style top hung around my neck, the front plunging dangerously between my breasts. It hugged my body to just below my crotch and I slid on the barely there chocolate thong. Looking in the mirror, I smiled at my reflection. I hoped Daddy wouldn’t think it was too mature for me.

As I stepped out of the dressing room to show them, their mouths fell open and I giggled. “Do you like it?” I asked Daddy and glanced at Uncle Mike. “It’s not too much?” Daddy shook his head slowly and I got worried that he was upset. I went to him and curled up in his lap. “Daddy?”

“You’re so beautiful baby. I’m so proud that I’m your Daddy.” He looked at Uncle Mike who’s own eyes were wide then leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Now go get changed and we’ll treat you to something special baby.”

Daddy and Uncle Mike bought all three outfits. I was so happy that they liked the way I looked in them but I doubted that I would get much of a chance to wear them.

We got home and I started working on dinner. They watched me as I worked in the kitchen. Uncle Mike had insisted that I wear the pink bra and tutu and he smiled every time I had to bend over. They sipped their beers slowly as I worked up a sweat over the hot stove. Uncle Mike opened the kitchen window to let the cool evening air in. They had huge appetites so I made a large pot of spaghetti with meatballs and a tossed salad.

We sat down to eat at the table and Daddy came around the back of me and unhooked my bra. “I want to see you while I eat dinner baby.” I blushed feeling the cool air from the open window blow Hatay Escort Bayan across my nipples. His large hand slid across my shoulder and down to pinch my nipple and I gasped. “You’re going to like our surprise, I promise,” he said sitting in the chair next to mine. I folded my arms over my chest feeling a little too exposed in the bright kitchen lights. Daddy pulled his t-shirt off and threw it toward the corner of the room and Uncle Mike did the same. They were so large and handsome and I wanted them right here on the kitched table.

“There sweetheart, now we’re even,” Uncle Mike leaned over and kissed my cheek. His shoulders were so large and tan and I looked over at Daddy and watched his chest muscles ripple beneath his skin. Had I been wearing panties they would have been soaked. As it was, I felt the dampness on the chair and slid across it trying to get comfortable in my own juices.

Daddy insisted on clearing the plates and washing up. He told me to help Uncle Mike with something in his bedroom upstairs. I giggled at him and Uncle Mike threw me up over his shoulder carrying me up the stairs like a sack of potatoes. He took me into Daddy’s bedroom and plopped me on the bed then he kicked off his shoes and quickly pulled off his jeans.

“God I love that little skirt on you but you need to take it off sweetie, I don’t want it to get ruined.” I nodded my head and quickly pulled it off shaking with anticipation. What else could they teach me? What else could they do to me? Uncle Mike got a towel out of the bathroom and laid it on the bed and told me to get on top of it. Next he emerged from the bathroom with a can of shaving cream and a razor.

I sat up on the bed and shook my head in concern. “I didn’t have time to do this for you this morning, but tonight, tonight we are doing things my way.” Uncle Mike’s deep voice rumbled as he pushed me back down on the bed.

“No Uncle Mike, I don’t want you to do that.”

“Don’t make me call your Dad sweetie. I know you like being spanked but I’m not ready for that just yet. Relax and let your Uncle Mike take care of you.” I felt a leak of moisture between my legs at the thought of Daddy turning me over his knee but right now I didn’t want another spanking like I had this morning so I relaxed back on the bed as Uncle Mike squirted the cool cream between my legs. He carefully slid the razor across my skin, shaving me bald. He spread my legs and razored off the few remaining hairs then wiped me clean with the towel. “See? Much better, just the way we like it.”

He pulled me to my feet and I looked at the smooth reflection of my body in the full-length mirror. My hand slid down my abdomen rubbing the little folds between my legs feeling the juice that was coming faster now.

I turned and gave Uncle Mike a kiss. “I want to go show Daddy!”

“He’ll be up in a minute sweetie,” His hand found its way to my smooth crotch and stroked over the little folds making me shake. “Why don’t we take up where we left off in the shower?” He took my hand and pulled me to Daddy’s king size bed.

“In here?” This was Daddy’s room, Daddy’s bed. I wasn’t really allowed in here.

“Trust me, we are going to need the room sweetie.” Uncle Mike pushed me down on the bed and buried his face in my crotch. His tounge thrust inside me, then out and over the tip of my magic button. I moaned as the dull pain turned to pleasure and grabbed handfuls of his long gold hair holding him pressed to me. I felt the pressure building inside me, my body wanted to come but I didn’t want to let go yet. I wanted my Daddy.

“Stop,” I panted, “I want Daddy too.”

“Of course you do,” his face slick with my juice came up to mine. He kissed me and I tasted myself, sweet and lightly musky, on his lips. His cock pressed against me and I spread my legs for him. He slid it in slowly while I latched on to a nipple, and bit down sucking it between my teeth. “Your Daddy will be here soon.” He pulled out slowly and then thrust it into me again as I cried out clawing along his back with my hands. Then again he pumped into me filling me up banging against my cervix demanding entrance. “I want you to be ready for him.” He pumped into me again.

“I Escort Hatay want Daddy, please, I want my Daddy!” I cried against his chest as he pummeled into me slamming his crotch against mine over and over bruising my tender skin.

“Turn over,” Uncle Mike ordered breathless as he pulled out of me. I was shaking and weak and wanted Daddy more than ever now. “I said turn over.” He grabbed my legs and flipped me over to my stomach while I tried to climb across the bed and away from his cock.

“Girl, you better do as your Uncle Mike tells you,” Daddy’s voice sounded from the doorway. I looked up to find Daddy leaning against the doorway slowly stroking his huge cock. I reached for him as Uncle Mike pulled me back roughly and slapped his hard cock on my ass as Daddy dimmed the lights. “When your Uncle tells you to do something, I expect you to do it baby.”

“Daddy, please, I need you.” I begged desperate for his touch.

“In due time baby,” he smiled, “I wanted Uncle Mike to have the first crack at you tonight.”

“No Daddy, I need you!” I saw Uncle Mike pull his hand back and slam it down across my bare ass. The sting was intense and I cried out as I saw his hand rear back again.

“Did you just say ‘no’? I thought you were my good girl sweetie” Uncle Mike leaned down to growl in my ear. “We bought you those pretty clothes, we take good care of you don’t we? Don’t you want to make your Uncle Mike and Daddy happy?” He changed his angle and slapped my dripping wet parts. “Answer me sweetie.”

“Yes, yes, please.” I squeeked out, shaking from the mix of pleasure and pain. I was desperate for them to take me.

“Please what baby?” Daddy’s voice asked from the side of the bed.

“Please let me make you happy, please I…” Uncle Mike rammed his hot cock inside me taking my breath away. His long shaft filled me up then pulled out and slammed into me again as I fell forward on the bed. Uncle Mike grabbed my hips and pulled me up, pulled my body to meet his thrusts, using me ruthlessly.

I felt the bed shift and Daddy grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my mouth up to meet his cock, I smelled the cinnamon before I tasted it. He pushed it past my lips and slid it into my hungry mouth. “That’s right baby, suck Daddy like a good little girl. Suck Daddy the way he likes it.”

“Jesus she’s still so fucking tight” Uncle Mike rasped out behind me, his fingers finding my ass, massaging it until it opened. I felt hot liquid pour over me and his finger slid in easily with a pop. I moaned around Daddy’s thick cock and they found their rhythm working themselves into me. Opening me up like a flower.

“You will do anything for us won’t you baby?” Daddy asked above me. “You will do anything we tell you won’t you?” I moaned my consent. I wanted to give them anything they asked for; I would do anything for them. Daddy pulled out of my mouth, and pulled me up to kneel before him as Uncle Mike pulled out of my juicy pussy. I was shaking with need, aching for them to use me, take me, fuck me.

They lifted me up between them, Daddy’s cock hard in front of me and Uncle Mike behind. They pushed themselves against me slowly guiding my body over their slick shafts. I screamed out as they pushed their huge heads into my holes at the same time pinning my body between theirs. Uncle Mike cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples hard and twisted them as I panted against Daddy’s neck. Daddy’s big hands were on my waist pulling me up then pushing me down against them until I opened completely and they slid in filling me with throbbing, hot cock, front and back.

I was frantic, my hands clawing at Daddy’s back until I felt a hand grab my head and turn it to the side. I smelled cinnamon again and opened my eyes to see Wren standing on the bed, his hard cock in hand pressed to my lips. I opened my mouth desperately wanting him. He held my head and began to pump in and out of me as Daddy and Uncle Mike lifted me up and down. I was in ecstasy as they filled up every hole.

“Fuck her good Wren, my baby likes it rough.” Daddy commanded and Wren picked up the pace pulling my head forward to meet his thrusts ramming it down my throat.

“Oh god, I’m not ready yet,” Uncle Mike gasped behind me as he twisted my nipple pulling it out as far as it would go. “She’s too hot, too tight.” Daddy and Uncle Mike stopped and held me still as Wren continued to pump into my mouth.

Daddy laughed, “Easy boy, we’ve got all night and you’ve only just begun.”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.

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1.

I guess it all blew up when Mom returned home early and caught me going down on Neil. She had attended a church function that afternoon, mentioning she would return late. After school, Neil dropped by to score some weed, one thing led to another, and down came his trousers. He writhed, bare-assed, on my navy blue bedspread while I blew him like the hungry guy I was.

For such a self-righteous prude, Mom spouted a lot of language I’d never heard her use before. That’s what shocked me more than anything else as Neil and I ran to his car and fled. For days, we waited for her wrath to come down upon us. I stayed at my older sister Sally’s place while Neil shivered in his apartment, waiting for the police to arrive. Although I was past the age of consent, the ensuing drama could have trashed Neil’s final year of college. If Mom had her vengeful way, I have no doubt she could’ve convinced the authorities to put him in jail. Instead of graduating Magna Cum Laude, he could have been confined to a cell with Big Roy, a 300-pound gang-banger who would insist on playing Daddy. Big Roy would be the one graduating Magna Cum Loudly.

But for now, enough conjecture.

At first impression, Neil presented to the world a low-key demeanor. It effectively masked his raging bisexuality to all but a close circle of confidantes. At 21, the college senior had fucked his way through several girlfriends and other lovers. His present squeeze, Janine, had recently started her freshman year. Barely 18 and extremely naive, Janine managed to satiate Neil’s lust for a while with her supple, young, accommodating body. At least he taught her a few skills that came in handy with future boyfriends.

But then Neil ran into me.

It all began with Neil’s fondness for grass. The toking kind, that is. During my junior year of high school, Neil filled in as a substitute for Mr. Potter, our math teacher. Old man Potter suffered from some unknown malady and we all wondered whether he would return. He did, eventually, but until then, we had Neil for several weeks.

Neil looked like a boy, and still does, but as a math major, he instructed our class better than Potter ever dreamed. He also liked my sense of humor, my fondness for Kerouac, and the fact that I always had a decent supply of herb, courtesy of my sister Sally.

One day, Neil decided to join his students for a game of soccer and, after the game, we all showered in the field house. Off came his clothes, and I tried not to stare at his smooth, wet body as he lathered up. As I showered, only a few feet away from Neil, I couldn’t resist stealing glances of his almost hairless torso, thighs and ass. He would never be mistaken for a body builder, but Neil’s body had a solidness that made me want to touch it, kiss it, lick it, suck it. Surrounded by my naked, showering classmates, I turned away to hide my erection.

Afterward, I, of course, beat my cock mercilessly as I fantasized about seducing him. In my feverishly aroused mind, plans formed.

2.

“He really has you fired up, huh?”

Sister Sally had five years on me. Just out of college with a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism, she’d just broken up with her boyfriend and had taken up with a girl she was mentoring at the newspaper. Sally loved to fuck, as I discovered while she still lived at home. Plus, she played for both teams, a proclivity I soon came to share with her. Her big, double-D breasts capped with hot pink areole and hard, sensitive nipples sprouted early, and I couldn’t get enough of them. She made it easy.

“Fuck,” I exhaled, exasperated by my body’s need to comingle with Neil’s. The whistling teakettle in Sis’s kitchen echoed my sexual frustration. “Nothing gives me relief these days.” I rubbed the urgent bulge in my jeans as Sally made a pot of tea.

“You need to jerk off more,” she replied, her full, red lips glistening as she poured boiling water into the pot of Darjeeling and swirled it around. The wonderful aroma reached my nostrils. “You should know how.” Her lips stretched into a smile. “I taught you.”

What a tease. I gazed at her sweet cleavage as she poured tea into matching mugs. She brought them into the living room, the mugs and the big tits, managing to bend over enough for me to see everything.

“Hey,” she whispered, her face inches from mine as I grasped the warm mug. “My eyes are up here.” With that, she planted a full, deep kiss on my mouth. It had been awhile, so I hesitated a split-second before returning the kiss. She pulled back.

“Oh, come on, little brother.” Her smile made a lump form in my throat, since my cock was already painfully engorged. “Are we too old to play anymore?” With that, she placed her mug on the table next to us and dropped her hand to my bulge. “Or are you totally into boys, now?”

“Fuck you, Sis,” I whispered, placing my mug down as well. I met her gaze, our faces inches apart. The scent of Isparta Escort her bleach-blonde hair and pale, freckled skin made me tremble with need. Her breath wafted over my face.

“Sometimes I get so horny, I can’t stand it. You know how I am.”

Such was the intensity of the moment, old feelings and needs rising to the surface, I wasn’t sure which one of us spoke those words. In that regard, we were identical siblings.

My hands slipped under her flowered, yellow-and-white blouse as I grasped her hips. She gasped slightly, goosebumps forming on her warm, smooth skin.

“I miss our together time,” she said, still gazing into my eyes. “You know, when Mom was at church.” Sally cupped my face with her hands and kissed me again.

“Or asleep,” I replied. Another kiss. My mouth luxuriated against her full, wet lips.

“Or passed out,” she brushed her lips against my face before another kiss. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and I returned the favor. Our tongues lashed together for what seemed an eternity. Lip-smacking noises filled the air as our mouths glistened with saliva.

Sitting on her heels, she paused. With a mischievous smirk, she unbuttoned her blouse. Rarely did she bother with a bra. My hands found familiar territory as I reached forward to cup her heavy breasts. She closed her eyes, shuddering with pleasure, pushing out her chest as I rubbed my palms over her hard tips.

“Ahhh…” she exhaled. “Yes, baby, just like that.” Her ass began to writhe, a sure sign her pussy was warming up, wet and ready. “You know what to do,” she said. “Play with my tits like when we were kids.”

I obeyed. Taking her thick, meaty nubs between my thumb and forefinger, I tugged, letting the weight of her breasts pull at them. She hissed as electricity sparked through her nipples, right down to her pussy. Arousal became Sally, her skin glowing with desire, face red with lust. Thinking back through the years, I remembered everything we did in the seclusion of her bedroom at home, or on the family sofa, or in the basement laundry room, or…

Her eyes opened, lazed by pleasure.

“Here,” she whispered, lifting a breast to my face. “Let mama nurse her baby.”

“Mmmmph…” I moaned, taking in a mouthful of breast. She nuzzled my hair as I suckled greedily.

“Oh, yesss…” she hissed. “You’re such a hungry boy.” Like days passed, I continued tugging on her other nipple, rolling the hard bud between my thumb and forefinger. She bucked slightly, as if impatient to move forward with our encounter.

Sally reached down and, unzipping my jeans, pulled my cock free. “Let’s get a look at this.” I pulled back as she turned her attention to my aching pole, wrapping her hand around it and pulling it taut. Her brow furrowed. “Oh, honey, it’s so red.” I watched her delicate fingers dance around my shaft, examining it. “Jesus, baby. You should use Vaseline or something.”

The purple head strained, and when she placed her lips on it with a big, wet kiss, the slit dribbled a few drops of pre-come.

“Damn,” she gazed at the tip. “It’s about to burst.” She removed her top and began tugging at my jeans. “Let’s take care of this before you blow your wad all over me and the carpet.”

Clothes were tossed asunder, the rustling of fabric punctuated by a few hungry kisses and caresses, as we became naked. My cock bobbed urgently as she took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.

“I feel like we’re back at home,” she giggled as we leaped upon the big, queen-sized bed. “We’ll have to be quiet, so Mom won’t catch us,” she joked. The years had added some extra pounds to her frame, making her plush, sexy body even more appealing.

“Oh, that would be a shocker,” I replied.

In the dim light of her bedroom, I marveled at her thick, brown Delta of Venus peeking out between full thighs. Our mouths locked together, hands exploring. She fell back, legs apart, as I rested between them. The sensation of cool air caressing my bare skin brought back more memories of home. Sally’s skin smelled of soap as I kissed her neck and shoulders, travelling back in time.

“Get inside me, little brother.” She panted with desire. Her hand reached between us, grasping my leaking cock and placing the tip against her sopping wet slit. Pushing into my sister’s body, feeling the walls of her pussy again after way too long, I fought to keep from orgasming too soon.

“Ahhh…” I moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Goddamn,” she whimpered, hands grasping my buttocks. “You’ve grown some, haven’t you?” She lifted her ass to accommodate me as I pushed all the way in.

“Fuck me, baby,” she kept repeating. “I want you to come inside me.”

Slapping noises filled the room as we tried to quench our incestuous fire. Mouth agape, I gazed into her eyes as sensations built.

Although we were in the privacy and security of my sister’s bedroom, miles away from Mom’s house, part of me expected her to come through the bedroom Isparta Escort Bayan door and discover her two little darlings fucking each other senseless. It was something we always had to consider when Sally still lived at home. I envisioned her standing at the door, slack jawed with surprise, her baby blue bathrobe open at the front, exposing her matronly body. Mom’s eyes fixated on my tensing buttocks as I took my sister.

To my surprise, that’s what sent me over the edge.

Panting against my sister’s breasts, I let out a yelp. “I’m coming…coming.” My face pressed against her damp, scented flesh as a fresh load of raw semen blasted from my cock, deep into her body.

“Arrrggghhh!” I clenched my teeth, bucking hard against Sally’s pussy.

“Yes, honey,” her voice quivered as our bodies collided. “That’s it, my love. Fill me with your seed.” She gripped my waist with renewed vigor. “Don’t stop just yet. I’m coming, too. Let me come with you.”

She didn’t have to worry about that. My orgasm, and the first time I fucked my sister for ages, lasted much longer than my manual manipulations. It seemed like the come wouldn’t stop. The delicious sensation raged in my loins until she yelped her own orgasm, writhing beneath the weight of my body, then another.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she sobbed, her pussy gripping my cock, milking it with each spasm. “I’ve missed you, baby brother.” She opened her eyes to gaze into mine. “I’ve needed this so much.” Tears started streaming down her cheeks. “I’ve missed you, my love.”

3.

After wiping the sex from our bodies, we slipped under the soft, warm blankets of my sister’s bed. We held each other, engaging in sibling pillow talk, she resting her head on my chest. Crickets chirped outside, their syncopated noise drifting through the room with the blue haze of moonlight.

“Why did we stop this?” Sally asked. “I can’t remember.”

“Well,” I responded, lost in her soft hair, “many reasons I can recall. For one, you packed up and left home after having that crazy fight with Mom.”

“Those were different times,” she said. “I also started liking the drugs too much.”

“And you took up with that bull dyke Lesbian.”

“Theresa,” she grunted. “The sex was great, but what a raging cunt she turned out to be.”

“Good riddance to her. She didn’t help you much.” My finger traced across a scar on the small of Sis’s back, one only a few years old, recalling a rougher time in Sally’s life.

“Well, she did teach me how to pleasure a woman. I’ll have to give her credit where it’s due.”

“Yeah, and Mom wasn’t too happy about that,” I snorted.

Sally didn’t reply. Silence filled the room, except for our breathing. After several minutes, I let out a sigh.

“I wonder what’s in store for me, and for Neil? I’m surprised Mom hasn’t called out the gendarmes.”

After a pause, Sally confessed. “She called me earlier, when you were at school.”

“Oh, really?” I lifted my head in surprise. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I wanted you to relax a little, and talking about Mom these days, no matter what, gets you all worked up.” She lifted herself onto one elbow, looking at my face. “And we needed to have this reunion of sorts.”

“Okay, then. How did it go?”

“She took some talking down, but I think I have her past that church-crazy she spouts all the time now.”

“What, no hetero indoctrination camp for me?” I said, only half-kidding. “No life sentence for Neil for luring me to taste Satan’s love pole?”

My sister laughed. “Fuck, baby,” her hand touched my cheek. “You don’t know Mom as well as you think.”

“Oh, I think I do.”

Again, Sally didn’t respond, but continued to touch my cheek and shoulder.

“Promise me this.” In the dim light, she gazed into my eyes. “When you get the urge to jerk off, you come to me.” Her hand trailed down to my nest of brown pubes, her fingertips gently touching my irritated pole. In turn, it began to stir yet again. “If Neil’s not around to take care of it, then I will.” My semi-erect cock now rested in her hand. “You need to take care of this and not wear it out.”

By now, I was again fully erect, aching and needful. Sally knew how to handle the merchandise, getting me from flaccid to ready in less than a minute.

“Let’s spoon.” She turned away from me and our bodies melded together, my hips pressing against her soft, round ass. Of course, my cock nestled itself between her upper thighs.

“Next time you talk to Neil,” she whispered, “tell him to relax.”

I could tell she needed some more, and I was more than willing to provide.

“And you’re welcome to stay here for a while,” she continued. “I think we have some catching up to do.” She reached back and grasped my cock, directing it once again to her pussy.

There was hardly any need to push. She was still so wet from our previous encounter, my cock slid right in until our bodies pressed tightly together. Escort Isparta Immediately, I grasped her hips as she spurred me on.

“Oh, yes, honey.” Her voice always had a certain light, airy quality when I was inside her. “God, I need some more fucking from you.”

I began moving more urgently against my sister’s ass, my cock slick with sex. She gripped the edge of the bed as my right hand slipped up her ribcage to squeeze her breast.

“Thanks for being here for me, Sis,” I said as gentle panting overtook all speech or reason.

4.

One month before the blowup.

Soon after that epic soccer match and field house shower aftermath, I became obsessed with Neil and getting some of that lean beef. To my surprise, I managed to get myself invited to Neil’s apartment. A dope drop made it easy. Although terrified, I wanted to explore Neil’s sexuality and see how he felt about young men, namely me. I also had no fucking idea how to go about it. The playing field had changed. Aside from gay dalliances with other boys my age, I’d never approached someone older than me about sex.

Early on, I knew nothing of Neil’s libido and that he would be a bisexual dam waiting to burst. I trembled, with both fear and arousal, as Neil picked me up after school. His short tenure as math sub had ended the previous week, and now he dressed much more casually.

“Hey, kid,” Neil smiled as I climbed into his Mustang.

“Hey, yourself,” I replied, looking at him with a slight smirk, trying to act cool.

A dark green mesh tank-top with bold yellow numerals on the front loosely covered Neil’s smooth torso. He also wore some old, ragged cut-offs, quite a change from the button-down shirts and ties from his math tenure. Inhaling, I immediately sensed the gentle perfume of a freshly-washed body. Mmmm, he had bathed, and that meat was fresh. The mental image of Neil, slick and wet in the field house shower room, forced me to breathe deeply and slowly so as not to shudder in arousal.

Looking over to him, I caught sight of his right nipple, exposed through the large arm hole of his tank-top. Involuntarily, I focused on the meaty nipple, thinking of how I would love to press my mouth against his firm chest and suck it thoroughly.

“You okay?” Neil asked, making me jump.

He must have seen me staring at his nipple. I flushed bright red as I fought the bulge in my crotch. I tried to speak through the lump in my throat.

“I’m fine,” I croaked matter-of-factly, adjusting my jeans. I couldn’t wait until this would all be over, come triumph or tragedy. We spoke very little until we arrived at Neil’s apartment and the door closed behind me. I tossed my book satchel, containing a healthy stash, on his coffee table.

“Wanna see it?” I asked Neil, referring to my stash.

“Sure,” he replied. Neil seemed surprised that I wanted to make a drug deal at that moment.

While I dug the plastic bag out of the recesses of my book satchel, he slid his tank-top off, murmuring something about the apartment being stuffy. Slowly, I approached him, holding the small bag, staring at his sexy body. Stepping as far to the edge as I dared, I complimented Neil on his physique. Would he shout “queer” and make my life a living hell? Instead, he asked me if I liked cock. Looking into my eyes, Neil read the answer, and reached out to touch my face.

We wrangled each other onto the sofa like long-lost lovers, discarding my shirt, jeans, socks and sneakers in the process, leaving me only in my tighty whities, sprouting a tentpole that would do any young man proud.

And I had to leave something to his imagination. I’m not always a total fuck slut, y’know. Since my sister groomed me as a boy, air caressing my newly-exposed skin always made me horny as hell.

Our hands groped and fondled whatever flesh they touched. My nipples burned as Neil’s body brushed against my chest. At last, I shuddered, unafraid, as his mouth pressed firmly against mine, his body on top. His strong arms held me tightly as I fought to keep my mouth pressed against his probing oral onslaught. My trembling fingertips brushed across the small of his back, reaching up to embrace his broad shoulders.

Gradually, the rage of our kisses slowed to a steady flame. Rolling him over on his back, I climbed on top, straddling his hips. Holding his head in my hands, my lips covered his face, neck and shoulders. I kissed my way down to his chest with glee, breathing in the scent of his body. Grasping his biceps, I found the next object of my desire.

Neil groaned as my hungry mouth pressed against his nipple, sucking it aggressively. His hands rested on the back of my head as he kissed my hair. Our moans of pleasure comingled as I unbuckled his slim, brown belt and pulled it away, quickly unzipping his cut-offs.

“Damn,” Neil whispered hoarsely, “you’re a horny kid.”

Ha. Little did he know. My hands had worked their way into his cut-offs, squeezing his ass, pulling his hips against mine, rubbing our swollen cocks together through multiple layers of fabric. I wanted more.

“Let me see your cock,” I hissed, tugging at his cut-offs. My mouth wanted to suck something more substantial, namely that lovely hunk of meat I saw dangling in the field house that day.

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To see how this series started, see Summer of ’79 Parts 1-4. Due to some requests, I’m adding some stories from mine and my cousin (later wife) Cheryl’s love and life together.

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The first two years at Princeton were tougher than anything I had imagined. I was used to school coming easy to me. Between the tough classes of a physics major and living a new life with my older cousin, I didn’t start off well. I wasn’t devoting enough time to studying, because Cheryl and I were greedily pursuing our love life every chance we got. I just wasn’t used to having to study so hard.

After doing poorly on a few of my mid-terms, my academic advisor sat me down for a harsh talk, letting me know however I managed to get along in high school, this was one of the premiere universities in the world, and either I had to buckle down to get the work done, or I should think about moving on to a less demanding school. So I had a talk with Cheryl that night and we both agreed I had to get my shit together. “No more sex all day and night, baby. We both have to put our schoolwork first.” She was in her own classes to be a radiology technician and had just one semester to finish, and her own grades had been slipping. As much as we loved each other, we would have no future together if we screwed up school.

So we put ourselves on a strict limit, 3 times a week. Considering we had been going 3 times a day most days, it was hellish at first cutting down that way. But it was necessary. We both hit the books hard every night, except for me the time I had to spend in various labs. I loved the work, but I missed my love.

By the end of the semester, I had caught up to almost my usual straight-A average, and Cheryl had passed her classes with top grades. When she got her diploma, I was sitting in the third row, proud as a peacock of her achievement. When she marched across the stage, I clapped and cheered louder than anyone, at least that’s what I thought. She beamed at me, that beautiful smile glowing on her lovely face. My heart pounded with love.

Afterwards we went to a nice dinner to celebrate. Sunday we were throwing a small party, about 25 people, to celebrate, but this night was just the two of us at our favorite Italian restaurant, and I picked up the check over her protests. “You can’t afford to pay for this, baby.”

“What makes you say that? I have money. Not a lot, but I can treat my girlfriend on a special occasion.”

“Girlfriend. I like that word coming from you. Ok, this time. Only because it is a special occasion.”

I should explain for those who haven’t read the earlier chapters that Cheryl was rich. She married very well, and her ex gave her a huge settlement when they divorced. I had no idea how much, and it wasn’t my business to ask. But she was willing to pay for my schooling besides my scholarship if my parents had refused to do so. Thankfully, it wasn’t necessary.

It was mid January, school break for me, so we were back to our old ways, making love or having hot sex when the mood struck us. But that night I wanted to make it all about Cheryl. I wanted her to feel beyond special. I also wanted us to have a lot of fun.

When we got home Cheryl was kissing me all over my face and rubbing her body against me. She was driving me crazy, but I managed to gently push her off from me. “Honey, patience. I have a little surprise for you tonight.”

“Mmmm I love surprises” she purred in my ear. Cheryl was really making this difficult for me. Willpower, I told myself. Willpower.

“Go sit on the couch, honey. Give me 10 minutes and I’ll be right with you.” I kissed her lovingly. “I love you so much.”

She smiled seductively and said “This better be worth it!” she teased. “If not I’m going to just take what I want.”

I hurried to our bedroom and went into one of my drawers, where I hid something I bought a few days ago. Under normal circumstances I would have felt ridiculous wearing such an outfit. But I wanted to be playful and give Cheryl a kick, something to both make her laugh and to be erotically fun.

I came back down to the living room barefoot and wearing a black satin robe that came down just a few inched below my ass. “Wow look at you! I can’t wait to unwrap this!”

“Nope, you get to sit there and watch, at least for now.” I turned on the stereo, where during the afternoon, I had readied the turntable to play the great Foghat song Slow Ride.

I got the music started and, as the hard rocking slow grind of a song started, I began my best (I hoped) imitation of a male stripper. I shook my ass slowly, opened the robe, revealing a satin royal blue, what’s now called a “wife-beater” (an ugly term that I’m thankful was not in use back then) shirt and a red satin snug loin cloth.

Cheryl hooted both in laughter and encouragement, screaming at me to “take it off! Take it all off!” as the music built in crescendo. I tossed the robed over her head, and she was laughing hard, not at me but in a good natured Kars Escort manner. “My own hot stripper! Too bad my girls aren’t here!” I turned around, looking over my shoulder, as I peeled off the top, and Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed my ass, digging her nails into my flesh, making me jump a little.

“Hey lady, lookie, no touchie!”, which made her howl with delight. I turned around and I got a small bottle of baby oil which I had hid under the couch earlier in the day. As the song continued I poured a little oil onto my hands and slowly, teasingly, rubbed it into my chest, which made the muscles stand out better. I wished I had shaved my chest, but it was too late now. She reached out for me again, towards my balls but I playfully slapped her hand away. “Do I have to call the bouncer, miss?” I asked

“If you do, one of you is going to end up fucking me tonight. Him or you, your choice!”

“I’m cheap, but I’m not easy!” I declared.

“Yeah, right! Come on, get that loin cloth off already! I want to see my prize!”

The song was almost over, so it was time to finish this. I took the elastic at the hips, and pulled it from my body, pulling the part cradling my balls and cock up tighter. Cheryl was now just watching quietly, but I could see the obvious hunger and lust in her eyes. I then turned away from her, and brought the cloth down slowly, very slowly, gradually exposing my butt, then down my legs until it was just around my feet. I stayed like that as the song was about to end, and as it did, I spun around so Cheryl could see me completely naked.

She’d certainly seen me like that often enough, but still she stood up and gave me a standing ovation, “Oh, baby, that was awesome! So sexy and so much fun! Thank you for making my graduation so special!” She leaned in to kiss me but I stopped her from getting too close.

“Wait, honey. I’ve got oil all over my chest. I don’t want to ruin your silk blouse.”

“I don’t care about that, baby. I just want you, more than ever, more than anything. The blouse is replaceable. You’re not.” With that she pressed her body to mine as we kissed deeply and passionately. Our lips parted and our tongues danced back and forth.

“You know, honey, I’m feeling a little…underdressed here.”

“Or maybe I’m overdressed. Yeah, I think that’s the problem. Wanna help me out of all these clothes?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice, honey. It’ll be my pleasure.”

“It’ll be both our pleasure” Cheryl moaned.

I knelt before her and eased her feet from her heels. Then I ran my hands lightly up her cream colored stockings, not sheer, but a thicker, opaque nylon. I looked up at her as my hands slid beneath her expensive ecru skirt, feeling for where or if her stockings ended at her thighs or were part of pantyhose. I kept reaching, listening to Cheryl breathe harder and deeper, until I felt the smooth material go over the soft curve of her ass. Pantyhose. My dick was stiff between my spread thighs, flopping up and down as I caressed her gentle curves.

Cheryl hiked up her skirt so I could see her lower body, then sat back on the couch with her legs wide apart. Now I was caressing her inner thighs, an extremely sensitive erogenous zone for her, like many women and even men. I kissed her up and down the inside of her legs and she was whimpering lustfully. She gazed at me over her hooded eyes, glassy with desire.

“You are so sweet, baby, giving me that sexy show. Making me so hot, even hotter than you usually make me.” Cheryl was rubbing her tits as she unbuttoned her blouse, shaking it off her shoulders and arms, then unsnapping her bra. Seeing her from that angle, between her thighs looking upwards, with her glorious tits out free like that, was really making my dick jump.

“It was fun for me too. I love doing things for you, something I never would have done for anyone else.” I kept my hands going up and down her smooth nylon clad legs. “I’d do anything for you, honey.”

A couple of tears leaked from her big brown eyes. “You really mean that, don’t you. Anything.”

“Well, I wouldn’t kill someone for you, except to protect you. But otherwise, yeah, anything.”

“You’re such a good man. Now why don’t you fulfill that promise and taste my pussy.”

“Gladly. I assume you don’t want me to tear your pantyhose again?”

“Fuck it. Do what you want. I just need to feel your sweet lips on me.”

That was what I hoped to hear. I kissed her thighs up almost to the top, right near her pussy. I used my fingers and tore at the crotch and a violent ripping sound filled the air. She moaned and tossed her head from side to side as she rolled her nipples which were dark and swollen. I tore the hole wider so I could see the silk ecru panties covering her sweet pussy and her milky white thighs. I think I was actually salivating as my head went between those warm thighs and I rubbed my face all over her panties. Her scent filled the air and Cheryl grabbed my head at the back while her Kars Escort Bayan thighs clamped tightly around my cheeks. I was able to get my fingers in there and tugged her panties aside, and my nostrils were assaulted with a much more powerful blast of Cheryl’s essence. I couldn’t go slow; I had to dig in for my dessert. I was lapping at her creamy lips and so much of her sweet honey was pouring from her pussy. I was able to push her legs wider and back so her pussy opened naturally for me. I used my tongue like a cock, poking the tip in and out rapidly.

Cheryls’ legs were opening and closing rapidly and her ass was squirming all over the couch. I was enjoying a very tasty treat, my cousin-lovers sweet pussy, and she was cumming every few minutes. But my cock was beginning to ache. I’d been hard for a long time now and I needed some help.

When she settled down from one of her peaks, I kissed her pussy and lifted my head. “What’s wrong, baby?” She had been enjoying herself so much she lost track of the time passing.

“Nothing’s wrong, so to speak, but I…uh…”

Cheryl looked down and saw my turgid dick, getting purple at the head. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry. I’ve been kind of selfish, haven’t I.”

“It’s ok, honey. Today was supposed to be all about you.”

“That’s silly, Robbie. When you love each other, you look after each others’ needs, no matter the circumstances. You come up here, and let me take care of you.”

Honestly, I was glad to be able to get off my knees. They actually ached from being down there so long. I sat on the couch and Cheryl stretched out so her head was in my lap and her body extended on her stomach to my right. “Now, what should I do with this?” she said in a mocking, loving way. “Oh, I know” and she kissed my cock from tip to balls, all over, again and again. I sighed both from being in a much more comfortable position and from Cheryl’s tender loving care. Her soft lips were so gentle on my swollen penis.

At first. She soon was using her tongue to slather her saliva all over me. When I was good and wet, it was time to take me into her mouth, and bob up and down in that expert manner of hers. I shifted so I moved my ass further towards the edge of the cushion, sinking deeper into the couch. I reached over to play with her ass, which was still mostly encased in the expensive nylon. As I caressed her cheeks, Cheryl reached with her right hand and used her middle finger to tease my anus.

Now I was panting and breathing more raggedly. All the saliva that had collected beneath my balls made for a nice amount of lubrication as Cheryl slid her finger into my ass. I gasped as she massaged my prostate and my cock jerked violently as it pulsed at least 5 blasts of my hot cum into her hungry mouth. Cheryl held still and swallowed in time with my pulses, gobbling down my creamy treat.

My cock stayed hard until she withdrew her finger, being careful not to scratch me anywhere sensitive with her elegant nail. Cheryl got up on her knees and kissed me on my cheek as I caught my breath. “Thank you, baby, for making this so much fun! Not that our lives together aren’t fun already. But I really appreciate how you made tonight so special for me. I still can’t believe you’re 18…well, soon to be 19. You’re easily the most open minded and easy-going boyfriend I’ve ever had. And I love you very much, Robbie.” She kissed me again and touched my cheek. “You know, next week we’re going to be together six months. I don’t start work for 2 weeks after that, and you still have another nine days before your classes start up again. How would you like to go away for three or four days? Maybe we can go up to Vermont?”

“Honey, I love the idea of getting away with you, but I don’t ski.”

“Neither do I. We can take lessons. Or, we could just stay locked in a private chalet the whole time, just going out for meals. We’d have to keep up our strength.”

“Hmmm me, you, and a private lodge for three or four days. Kind of hard to say no to that. Actually, it’s impossible. I say hell, yeah!”

We giggled and kissed gently, then made our way upstairs to get a little more comfortable (meaning getting Cheryl out of her torn hose and her skirt), and to finish the evening with a nice, slow intense screw. Perfect way to end a perfect day.

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Sunday was the day of the party for friends and some family to celebrate Cheryl’s graduation. I was nervous, since this was going to be the first time we’d be a couple openly in front of most of these people. Most of our family knew, and some weren’t talking to us, while others were much more supportive, and they were coming, including my parents, but not Cheryls’ father Max and his wife Gertie. From what my parents had told us, Max wanted to be a supportive father, but his shrew of a wife was adamantly against us, and Max was too weak to stand up to her. Cheryl had shed more than her share of tears over this. Though he hadn’t been there for her growing up, he was Escort Kars still her father, and she loved him.

Our cousins Natalie and Karen were fine, and were coming with their husbands and children. Two of our three aunts were coming, but the other, aunt Myra wasn’t talking to us. Most important to us, our uncle Irving and his wife Ruth were coming. Uncle Irving was the sweetest, most gentle man you could imagine. He and Ruth had no children of their own and he loved us both unconditionally.

I was worried some of Cheryls’ friends were going to give her a hard time. Her best friend Pauline, who lived in Chicago, was coming, the first time they were seeing each other since Cheryl and I got together. I knew Pauline had been very skeptical of our relationship. I also had a few of my buddies coming, two guys I made friends with at college and a couple from Brooklyn. It was a nerve wracking situation.

I took care of getting things set up. We hired a catering company to supply hors d’oeuvres and some hot trays, and two waiters and a bartender. So I just had to oversee them as they did most of the work. Cheryl was sequestered in the bedroom getting ready and trying not to throw up her light breakfast. About 20 minutes before people were scheduled to arrive, I knocked on the door. You’d think I wouldn’t have to do that to enter my own bedroom, but I wanted to give her privacy. “Honey, may I come in?”

“Sure. Come on in.”

I went in and Cheryl was pale. Not the normal pale complexion she carried so beautifully, but like she was sick. I knelt next to her at her vanity where she was still trying to apply her makeup with slightly shaking hands. “Honey, are you going to be ok? Need some help with your makeup?”

“I’ll be fine, baby. Just a touch of nerves. Would you be a dear and get me a little bourbon on ice?”

“Of course, honey.” I got up to go downstairs and stopped for a moment. “Cheryl, do you mind if I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, baby.”

“Are you having second thoughts about us?”

“No chance!” she said emphatically. “I know I’m nervous. I expect some…I don’t think grief is the right word…but pushback from my some of my friends. They just don’t understand how we are together. I hope when they see us, they’ll figure it out. If they can’t, then it’s their problem. I love you and I feel so right with you. More so than I have with anyone ever before. But I do hope they’ll figure it out. Now, could you still get me that bourbon?”

“Be right back, my love. The love of my life.” I smiled my warmest grin.

By the time guests were arriving, Cheryl was a little better, not shaking any more, and being the perfect hostess. I kept up with the food and service. And of course I attended to Cheryl like the loyal, loving boyfriend I was. I met friends of hers as well as talked to our relatives and my friends. I was busy as the proverbial one-armed paper hanger, but I enjoyed it. I primarily enjoyed being by her side, like I always did.

A couple of hours into the party, Pauline came up to me while I was helping clear off an empty serving tray. “Hey Robbie. Can we talk a minute?”

“Sure Pauline. How do you like living in Chicago?”

“It’s great.” She paused “You and Cheryl should come out and visit, anytime you like.”

I looked at her closely, to make sure I understood what she was saying. “Both of us together? You sure?”

“Yes. Very sure. I admit, I didn’t like this when Cheryl told me about it. I said you’re too young for her and of course you guys are cousins. It’s wrong, he’s a kid, he’ll hurt you because he’s immature, and your family will give you a hard time. She didn’t listen to me. And you know what? I’m so glad she didn’t. Even when she was engaged to Mark, I never saw her so happy. And I look at you, and at the two of you together, and I can see this isn’t some sort of infatuation. It’s real, real as can be. I can see you adore her, and she adores you back. And you’re not a kid. You’re very mature, not for your age. You’re just mature. Just one thing, Robbie. If you hurt her, if you cheat on her, I will take the first flight here and clip your balls. Count on it.”

“I guess it’s a good thing for my balls that I’m way too much in love with Cheryl to ever cheat on her. Ever. As in Never.”

She smiled warmly at me. “May I ask you something? Was she really your first?”

“Do I have to answer that, Pauline? It’s kind of personal. I’m surprised she told you that.”

“I promise, I’ll never tell anyone else.”

“Yes, my first. And my only. I hope so anyway. I can’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else.”

“Even though it would mean being with only one woman for your life, potentially?”

“Why does everyone make such a big deal about that? When you find the right partner, why keep looking, whether it’s your first or your hundredth? Cheryl makes me happy and fulfilled. I’ve been in love with her for years. She’s everything I want.”

“Shit” Pauline said. “Why can’t I find a man like you?” We smiled and laughed together. “Come out and visit any time, Robbie, With Cheryl, obviously. And if anyone gives you a hard time, they’ll have to deal with me.” She kissed me on the cheek, and I could tell Pauline was on our side. She still is.

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Like all the preceding episodes, this story is completely fictional. If you are easily offended by incestuous relationships or sex with strangers please do not read! All characters are fictional and any likeness to any person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the best of my knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

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I woke early. It seemed that our spell of dry warm weather was at an end. There were no birds singing to greet the new day; only the sound of the rain hitting the window pane. There were no dancing rays of sunshine intruding into the room from the join in the closed curtains. I turned over in bed and snuggled down reluctant to brave the challenging weather that today was throwing at me.

My thoughts recollected the days since I had been on holiday from university. In just a few days I had sucked my father’s cock, fucked a guy at an orgy where everyone could see me (including my father and aunt), committed incest with my aunt and brother, had rubbed a girl to orgasm and had been fucked by a complete stranger over the car bonnet before being fucked by three guys on the beach! My pussy had been fucked and filled with cum as had my mouth on numerous occasions! “Becci. You’re a cum slut,” I said to myself under my breath.

Eventually I threw back the duvet and got out of bed. I drew the curtains back and looked out onto a wet, miserable British day where the clouds were ten different shades of grey and the ground wet and glistening. The only sound, apart from the rain on the windows pane, was the gurgling of the water as it ran down the downpipe from the gutter to the drain.

I picked my mobile phone up and glanced at the flashing light that told me there was a message waiting for me. It was from my brother David and read:-

“Hi Sis. Sorry, I forgot to leave your panties in the laundry basket. Never mind. I’ll use them a few times. Will return them next time I see you. Take care. xxxx.”

I walked to the bathroom, ran myself a bath, and spend a good half hour just soaking in the warm soapy water, occasionally swishing the water around to make more bubbles. As I normally do whenever I have a bath, I started to fondle my nipples and areola, running the tips of my fingers over the nipples making them enlarged and sensitive and tracing little circles over the areola, making them darken in anticipation of what delights they might be treated to.

Within minutes my hand was down seeking out my labia, running a finger or two over my vulva, teasing and tantalisingly stroking my secret parts. My clitoris, already swollen and sensitive, was awaiting attention which it duly received. My finger pressing gently on it and by rubbing it in a circular motion made my pussy juice ooze and cover the walls of my vagina with a layer of love lubrication.

I inserted a finger into my fuckhole; my bum lifted off the bottom of the bath to meet my finger and my body started to wriggle and writhe. As my finger went deeper I pointed it slightly upward toward my sensitive spot and found it immediately. My body twisted with delight as I finger fucked myself. I could feel my orgasm as it started to build in the pit of my stomach. A tingling feeling radiated outwards towards my fingers and toes, spreading through all the nerves. My breathing became rapid and my writhing increased. My movements in the bath was making water waves which progressively got wilder and wilder until my orgasm exploded, my body twisted and shook with pure ecstasy and delight. My muscles in my legs relaxed and I slumped back under the protection of the warm water.

I laid there for a few minutes gently pinching my nipples between my fingers and thumbs enjoying the feeling of contentment and satisfaction as my orgasm gradually fading into the distance.

I dried myself on a clean white towel, wrapped it around my body and went back to my bedroom, where I opened the curtains and peered outside. The rain had eased somewhat and the sky had lightened. I sat on the edge of my bed, unwrapped the towel from my body, tilted my head slightly forward and rubbed the towel on my long blonde hair to help dry it. I plugged in my hair dryer and sat, passing my open fingers through my hair while the warm waves of air from the dryer banished all signs of any wetness. I stood, folded the towel and walked back to the bathroom to dispose of the towel in the laundry basket.

As I turned, to return to my bedroom, I jumped with surprise. My hand went to my mouth to stifle a scream that didn’t actually arrive as my eyes analysed the sight before them. There on the landing facing me with a broad grin on his face was my Daddy.

“Daddy!” I screamed in surprise. “You’re home early. I wasn’t expecting you till late tonight.”

“I’m sorry if I startled you, babe. It was meant to be a surprise,” he retorted. It was then that I noticed his eyes admiring my naked body. He was inspecting me from tip to toe. I thought of Giresun Escort covering my boobs with my hands: but for what point? Daddy had seen me naked before and we had even had some sex before, albeit only me giving him a blowjob!

“That’s OK, Daddy. You just gave me a bit of a fright,” I said as I went up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “It’s nice to see you,” I said.

“And it’s nice to see you , babe,” he said with a smile on his lips.

“Sorry you caught me like this, “I said, looking down at my body, “but I’ve just got out the bath.”

“You look perfect to me,” he said as he returned my hug. “The photo shoot finished earlier than I thought so I caught the first train home this morning and here I am!”

“Was it a successful shoot?” I asked.

“Yes, very successful,” he responded. “What did you and David get up to?” he enquired. “Did you take good care of him?”

“I did Daddy. I don’t think he will have any complaints about the way I looked after him.” After a pause I added, “You go down and put the kettle on for a cup of tea while I get dressed.”

I returned to my bedroom as Daddy descended the stairs to the kitchen. Within a few minutes I had thrown an old midriff tie shirt on and a pair of panties. I joined Daddy downstairs in the kitchen just as he was pouring the boiling water into the teapot. He looked up, inspected my attire and commented, “I prefer what you were wearing upstairs.” He grinned a he said it.

“I didn’t want to spill any hot tea on myself,” I said with a smile on my face as I poked my tongue out at him.

As we sat there drinking our tea and just chattering about ‘nothing and everything’ I noticed that Daddy kept massaging his temples. I stood and went to stand behind him. “You have a headache?” I asked as I placed my fingertips on his temple and started to massage them. Daddy pushed his head back a little and with closed eyes nodded his head in agreement. He also gave a sigh of pleasure. “Why don’t you go upstairs and lay on your bed for a while,” I suggested.

“I think I will if you don’t mind, precious,” he said.

“You go up Daddy. I’ll check in on you in a while to see if you’re feeling any better. There’s some ‘Tiger Balm’ in the bathroom cabinet if that will help, and some headache pills.”

Daddy rose from the table, kissed me on the cheek and made his way upstairs to bed. I looked at the ceiling as if I could see his footsteps walking the upstairs passageway. He went straight to his bedroom without visiting the bathroom for some headache relief.

I poured myself another cup of tea and then tidied the kitchen. I also did some tidying up downstairs before I sat down in the lounge, picked up a book and aimlessly started to read it.

It was midday before I put the book down and decided that perhaps I should check on Daddy. I crept up the stairs as quietly as I could. As I approached his bedroom I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. I approached on tiptoe and popped my head around the door. Daddy was laying on the bed in just his underpants. He looked as if he was sleeping. His breathing was even and calm.

I approached the bed just to make sure. I was right. His eyes were closed. His breathing even. He was asleep. I turned and crept towards the door but as I reached it Daddy said, “Please don’t go, Becci. Stay and keep me company.”

I turned to look at him. He was looking directly into my eyes. “I thought you were asleep Daddy. Is your headache better?”

“Yes thanks,” he replied. “Now come and sit with me for a while and tell me all about David’s visit,” he said patting the bed by his side. As I approached the bed Daddy moved over to give me room to lay on the bed with my head on the pillow. As I made myself comfortable Daddy asked, “So, what did you and David get up to?”

“Not very much,” I lied. “We spent a day with Sharon, we went for a couple meals and drinks and we visited Sunset Point headland to watch the sunset. But apart from that nothing much else.”

“Well,” Daddy replied, “as long as he had a good time.”

“I don’t think he will have anything to complain about,” I responded, tongue in cheek.

While I had been chatting with Daddy his fingers had been playing with the knot of my midriff tie shirt and it was beginning to work loose. I felt Daddy’s eyes peering down my low neckline looking at my boobs whilst his fingers played with the knot. Was he just occupying his fingers or was he trying to undress me without making it too obvious? Just as I was thinking it his fingers gave a little tug on the tie and my shirt fell open revealing my size 32B boobs – nipples slightly enlarged and the areolas somewhat reddened.

“You really are a very attractive young woman, Becci,” he declared as he leaned closer toward me and kissed my left breast. His lips and tongue sent a shiver radiating outward from my nipple to all parts of my body. Goose bumps suddenly appeared on my breasts Giresun Escort Bayan and arms and my pussy responded with a slight tingle. I gave out an almost inaudible moan.

As his tongue worked its magic on my nipple his hand was caressing my stomach and I felt his fingers burrowing under the elastic waist band of my panties until they rested on my vulva. His fingers started to draw mystical symbols in my blonde pussy hair before restarting their journey downward toward my labia and clitoris. An involuntary movement on my part saw my legs opening a little allowing Daddy more room to reach my secret entry.

Daddy’s breathing was becoming more intense and I could feel his hot breath on my nipple as he opened his mouth to draw breaths between the sucks and licks. My body started to squirm and shiver under the sexual attention it was getting. My nipples were fully dilated and my pussy was becoming moist.

Daddy’s mouth moved from my nipple and travelled upward toward my neck. Little kisses and licks were showered on my neck as I adjusted my head to allow and encourage the cryptic messages that my body was receiving. My body was experiencing enchanting vibrations throughout and they were all radiating from Daddy’s mouth or fingers. My skin was flushed and my blood coursed through my veins to all parts of my body.

Daddy’s neck kisses were now on my cheek and as I turned my head towards him I felt his lips on my lips. Our mouths were slightly open and his tongue entered my mouth, flicking over my bottom lip, passing my teeth and gums, on a quest to seek my tongue. When our tongues finally touched there was an electric shock between us. Both our mouths opened wider and Daddy started kissing me with passion and eagerness. His fingers were now on my pussy lips: his once gentle strokes were now made with more fervour as he found my clitoris.

I turned my body toward Daddy as we French kissed. My hand rested on his hip before travelling downward in search of his erection. It didn’t take me long to find it. His underpants were tented – the material stretched taut over his enlarged cock. My thumb hooked under the elastic waistband and I started to tug his Y-fronts off. It wasn’t an easy task but eventually his cock sprung clear of all hindrance and I clasped my tiny hand around his enlarged and throbbing cock. Daddy was groaning and moaning with uncontrolled passion.

As my thumb travelled over his glans spreading his pre-cum around the head and rim of his cock his hand had left my clitoris and was trying to remove my panties. I lifted my bum off the sheet to help him and as my panties cleared my thighs I managed, with the help of my feet, to kick them off and away from me. Daddy’s left leg now climbed over my left leg and with a little help and cooperation his body found its new position – nestled between my thighs. I could feel his enormous penis resting on my pubic hair, just above my pussy lips.

A slight movement and repositioning from Daddy and, with me opening my legs a little wider, I felt the glans of his cock at the opening of my pussy. My bum lifted a little trying to encourage his cock to enter my secret passage but Daddy was in control and he would only enter when he was ready. The French kissing stopped and I took the opportunity of holding his head and pushing it down again to my nipple. His mouth clamped onto it like a limpet. Again I felt his cock at the entrance of my fuckbox. Again I let out a little moan of anticipated pleasure. My bum lifted a little off the bed tempting Daddy’s cock to enter my wet pussy. I felt the head of his cock starting to penetrate my juicy hole but only by an inch or two. Daddy moved a little and I felt his cock withdraw from my now hot and saturated fuckhole.

My moaning and writhing was now becoming virtually uncontrollable and I begged Daddy to fuck me. “Soon my little one,” he managed to mumble as his mouth left my nipple and was replaced by his finger and thumb – massaging my nipple gently yet somehow forcefully. His mouth returned to my lips and cheeks as he planted soft and gentle butterfly kisses all over my face and lips. My lips, when they could, kissed Daddy’s face and lips and with involuntary movement my tongue flicked out and licked him when an opportunity arose.

I could feel my orgasm building. Like a saucepan of water waiting to come to the boil, Daddy had applied the heat some time ago but he was withholding the last few degrees that would make me boil and release my orgasm. He was waiting until he was ready.

Suddenly and without warning Daddy let out an audible groan from his throat. I was frightened that he might have already shot his load so I pushed my bum up as hard and as far as I could. I felt his hot and throbbing cock slide into me with ease. My pussy was so moist that I think it would have received a cock of any size! Daddy’s cock was finally inside my pussy and it had penetrated deep. Daddy started to thrust back and forth and it took me a Escort Giresun little time to match his thrusting but soon we were fucking in harmony. On each return stroke his cock nearly left my pussy but just before it did his cock would plunge forward again. His cock didn’t stop its forward penetrating movement until his balls and scrotum hit my bum. He was fucking every centimetre of my vagina – from my inner lips to the very end of my love passage.

Daddy was shagging his little girl with relish. This was the thought that triggered my first orgasm. Building from deep within me and shooting out to my extremities, making my stomach muscles contort and twist. Sending ripples of infinite delight up from the pit of my stomach to my tits and beyond. My vagina walls contracted as my orgasm peaked and Daddy felt it gripping his cock. This spurred Daddy on and he managed to grind his cock even deeper into my fuckhole.

My head was thrashing from side to side as my orgasm reached its crescendo sending my muscles into spasm throughout my body. My breathing had increased considerably, my arms held Daddy securely and fast above me and inside my pussy. I wasn’t going to let him go until his cum had filled my pussy and I had emptied his balls of all the creamy, salty goo they held.

Daddy was breathing hard and I knew his climax was not far away. With a sudden extra powerful thrust I felt his cock jerk and lurch inside my fuckbox followed by the familiar feeling of my cunt being filled with male cum. As my pussy walls contracted a little to hold his cock firmly in place my second orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt. It felt as if my pussy was going to explode. I hooked my legs over the calves of Daddy’s legs to hold him in position. My bucking kept pace with Daddy although his was now reducing in ferocity until he suddenly slumped on my chest panting and gasping. His cock and balls had delivered their entire precious load deep with my pussy.

He remained slumped over me for several minutes whilst I caressed his back with my fingers and nails and his breathing returned to normal. I would occasionally plant a sweet kiss on the side of his head and once or twice he raised his head and kissed me tenderly and gently on the lips.

It was some time before he eventually rolled off me and I gently moved and cajoled my naked body until I was laying on my side in a position where he could cuddled up to my bum – like two spoons in a drawer, locked together. As we lay there in silence I could feel droplets of his cum trickling from my pussy at the same time as remnants of the cum still in his cock dripped onto the cheek of my bum. His arm was around me and his hand was resting on my breast keeping my nipple hard, elongated and tingling. My heart rate had returned to normal and the feeling of wellbeing flooded through my body as my muscles relaxed. As my bum pushed back towards his cock and my legs curled at my knees my body reverted to the foetal position.

We lay there quietly, enjoying the closeness of each other, for some considerable time before Daddy rose from the bed and went to the bathroom. While he was gone I turned over on the sheet and felt the cold damp patched that our leaking cum had made on the sheets. My index finger explored the opening of my pussy and discovered a little reservoir of cum just inside the opening. With one movement my finger had scooped up a drop of cum and had transferred it to my mouth.

As I sucked my finger, enjoying the salty taste, Daddy returned and asked with a curious look on his face what I was tasting.

“Just a little of what I’ve wanted for so long Daddy.”

Daddy gave me a wry smile and started getting himself dressed. I watched with fascination as he pulled a fresh pair of underpants up his legs and over his cock and balls, hiding them from my wanton gaze. He followed by putting a polo shirt on, a pair of jeans, socks and finally a pair of Puma trainers. “I thought we might go out to a restaurant tonight for something to eat. What do you say kitten?”

“That would be lovely,” I replied almost in a ‘school-girly’ type trance.

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I came downstairs at about seven o’clock, freshly showered and dressed with the distinct smell of ‘Calvin Klein eau de Parfum’ wafting around my body. I wasn’t really one for make-up but tonight I had spent some time in front of my vanity mirror using the contents of my make-up bag. Some foundation cream, red rouge, pink ‘wet look’ lipstick and some satin eye shadow made me look as pretty as a china doll – or so Daddy said!

I had decided to wear a low cut black pencil dress that fitted tightly around my bum. Natural coloured lace top hold-up stockings and a pair of black high heel shoes and a black handbag completed my outfit. No bra because the dress wouldn’t look right if I wore one and no panties because the outline of my panties would clearly show through the dress. Anyway, I was feeling devilish!

“You look absolutely stunning,” Daddy said with the broadest grin I had ever seen him wear. His eyes twinkled like the reflecting cats-eyes in the middle of the road. “I was thinking of the local KFC restaurant but with you dressed like that I think I had better change my mind and take you somewhere a little more up-market.”

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INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – When Ian was a boy he didn’t mean to get a crush on his pretty cousin Becky, but circumstances caused this. Now both he and Becky are aged 19 and he still secretly loves beautiful blonde Becky. And Ian and Becky are not regular cousins, they are double first cousins, so asking her out on a date is not an option. Like many people from Liverpool, Blackpool is the destination for the annual family summer holiday by the seaside. Will something interesting happen between Ian and Becky this summer? Find out by reading ‘Banging Cousin Becky In Blackpool’ and getting to know Ian and Becky in this story set in Blackpool during its heyday.

All characters and events in this story are fictional and any similarity real people living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 and older are in any sexual situations. Please enjoy, and rate and comment.

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Memories of early childhood tend to be vague and incomplete, small and inaccurate snippets of life that stay in the mind among many other events long forgotten. One of my most detailed and pleasant early childhood memories for me was of a summer holiday to Blackpool when I was aged three. Every summer like thousands of others from the North of England our family would make the trip from our home in Liverpool and travel through Lancashire to relax and have fun by the seaside in Blackpool.

The day I remembered so well was a particularly nice day with bright sunshine and warm temperatures and the beach between the Central and South Piers was crowded with hundreds of people, many of them enjoying the sun in deckchairs, these people including my parents, aunt and uncle. Some of the men at the beach with their own families wore shirts, ties, jackets and hats, like they were dressed for work at the office rather than a day at the seaside.

A pleasant breeze blew in from the Irish Sea and gulls flew overhead, emitting their shrill cries. The iconic Blackpool Tower dominated the skyline, and motor cars negotiated the busy roads near the beach, keeping out of the path of the many trams that went by. The Pleasure Beach was in the distance to the south, but close enough to see the Big Dipper in action. Of course I was a bit young to understand what a roller coaster was, thinking that it was a weird tram and I hoped that my parents would stick to travel on normal trams and not make me go on the strange tram as it looked a bit scary.

I played happily on the sand with my twin sister Jenny and our cousin Becky, who was aged three like us. Becky’s brother Danny, 15 months younger than her was a bit young to join us. Instead he ran around having recently discovered that while walking beat crawling, running got you places faster, my aunt and uncle frequently having to go and bring him back when he ran too far away. Also with us were our other cousins Sam and Katie, aged four and three respectively. The five of us had two buckets and spades and were trying to build a sandcastle that looked like Blackpool Tower, but probably our ambitions were not matched by our abilities.

Later that afternoon, Jenny, Becky, Danny, Sam, Katie and I were treated to a donkey ride on the beach and after a walk on the promenade and pier with our parents, we had tea, the six of us enjoying jelly and ice-cream for dessert. Being just under two years of age, more of Danny’s ice-cream ended up on his face than in his mouth.

It was such a wonderful day and everyone around Blackpool – kids, teenagers, grown-ups and older people – were all having fun, and it was like nobody had a care in the world. Jenny, Becky, Danny, Sam, Katie and I of course were too young at the time to know that behind the smiles and fun, adults, teenagers and older children were probably feeling a great deal of apprehension.

This magical day at the beach took place in July 1939, and we knew nothing about what was happening in Europe nor should we have given our young ages at the time. Just six weeks later on the day of Sunday, 3rd September I had another day that stood out in my early childhood memories, but not a pleasant one. Sitting with my parents, sister aunt and uncle and cousins Becky and Danny we listened to the radio shortly before noon where Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain announced that due to the invasion of Poland, Great Britain was now at war with Germany. Later that day I got to hear a terrifying sound that unfortunately we would become all too familiar with over the next few years, the eerie wail of an air raid siren which sounded as part of a test, followed by the all clear.

A few weeks later, Jenny, Becky, Danny and I were loaded onto a train at Liverpool Station along with thousands of other children and not to go back to Blackpool for another fun holiday by the seaside. Our parents had explained to us that an evil man named Hitler had taken over Poland and wanted to do the same to England, and it was important that we had to go and live in the country. We were told to treat it like an adventure and have fun, and that we would be back Gümüşhane Escort home soon.

So while Dad and Uncle Larry enlisted and Mum and Aunt Maggie remained in Liverpool to do war work suitable for women, home for Jenny, Becky, Danny and I became a farm in the Yorkshire Moors owned by an older couple whose children were all grown up and had left home. I was glad that we had all been kept together and not separated during the evacuation of England’s major cities, but wished that there wasn’t a war and we could go back home to Liverpool where we belonged especially as days turned to weeks, months and years and it became evident we weren’t going home anytime soon.

I often thought about that magical holiday in Blackpool for summer 1939 during the early 1940s, and it seemed to be as far away in time as 1909. Would the war ever end and would we all be together as a family again and enjoying ourselves at home in Liverpool or on holidays in Blackpool? Many long days of worry about what was happening both in England and abroad and long nights made even darker by the blackout curtains and with our sleep interrupted by the distant wailing of the air raid sirens in the town as German planes passed by I thought not.

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Despite my pessimism at such a young age the Second World War eventually did come to an end, and now was a decade in the past. We were in a new era, and things were changing. Finally, there was no more rationing. The bomb sites that littered Liverpool when we returned after the war had mostly been cleared away and many rebuilt.

One of the commanders of the American Army during the war – General Dwight Eisenhower – was now the President of the United States of America. Germany was now two countries – West Germany and East Germany. British Prime Minister Sir Winston Churchill had been voted out of office in favor of Clement Atlee, returned to office 1951 and had resigned earlier this year, replaced by Anthony Eden. Soviet leader Joseph Stalin was dead, replaced by Nikita Khrushchev. And in Great Britain, we were finally getting used to singing ‘God Save the Queen’ after singing ‘God Save the King’ since the year 1901.

Some things hadn’t changed however, and for my family it was our annual summer holiday to Blackpool, which had resumed from the year 1947 and it was for this reason that I was sitting on a train making haste from Liverpool to the seaside town we loved so much. It was a beautiful sunny day and I admired the Lancashire countryside through the carriage windows as it sped by, smoke pouring from the stack of the steam locomotive as it continued on its path.

The scenery of Lancashire was not the only source of beauty for my eyes to admire on the journey. If I glanced at the seat opposite to me there was the most beautiful young woman, her slim figure smartly attired in a light blue dress and matching light blue hat. Her long blonde hair cascaded down onto her shoulders and her eyes were the same color of blue as a polished sapphire. She was every bit as pretty as British beauty Diana Dors, or attractive American actresses Doris Day or Jayne Mansfield.

So who was this beautiful young blonde, who looked like a doll made by a toymaker as an example of a perfect woman? Some random girl who had caught my eye on the train, but to whom I had never spoken, knew nothing about not even her name, would probably never speak to and who would disembark in Blackpool like me, never for me to sight her again?

Not exactly, in fact nowhere near. I knew a lot about this pretty blonde girl, having had an unrequited crush on her since childhood. But there was no prospect of me asking the young woman out on a date, and I could never tell another living soul of my feelings for her, not in the past, not in the present and not in the future, no matter how long I lived.

And the reason for this? The beautiful young blonde woman was my cousin Becky.

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I would always remember the first day I developed a crush on Becky. It was summer 1944, and one Saturday morning we had been allowed to catch the bus into town from the farm where we were staying. The four of us – Jenny, Becky, Danny and myself – had just disembarked when there came the most alarming sound from the skies – an eerie, droning noise and there appeared one of the strangest aircraft we had ever seen moving slowly in our direction.

We had no idea what we were looking at, and only learned later that it was a German V1 rocket, frequently called a ‘Doodlebug’ or less commonly a ‘Buzz Bomb’. The strange noise of the V1 rocket added to our fear of it, and the air raid sirens coming on increased our sense of alarm. People hurried for the nearest public air raid shelter and Jenny, Danny and I turned to follow them but Becky stood staring at the doodlebug, stuck to the pavement like she was a statue, her pretty face etched in terror, tears welling in her blue eyes.

This wasn’t like Becky. My cousin was no shrinking violet, she was a strong-willed and streetwise girl, but the sight Gümüşhane Escort Bayan and sounds of the V1 had absolutely petrified her, and it was up to me to get her out of her near-catatonic state, taking her by the hand and leading her into the shelter with Jenny and Danny. There, the frightened Becky had burst into tears and I sat holding her hand to reassure her as she cried, giving her my handkerchief to wipe her eyes.

Outside the droning of the doodlebug got louder as it came closer and then further away as it went past the town. We then learned that the scariest thing about doodlebugs was not the noise they made in flight, it was the silence when their engines cut out that you had to be afraid of. The distant explosion of the off-course V1 was heard as it fell from the sky onto the Moors, then the all-clear sounded. We saw and heard more V1 rockets during what remained of the war as the doodlebugs went off their course and into the Yorkshire countryside, but never once did I ever see or hear a V2 rocket, which apparently were even more terrifying. And as I sat holding the hand of my tearful and terrified cousin in the air raid shelter that day, I felt like a dashing hero to Becky’s damsel in distress, and coupled with Becky being so pretty something went haywire in my brain giving me a crush on my cousin.

My childhood crush on Becky might have fizzled out when we returned home to Liverpool after the war had it not been for several factors. One, we were not ordinary first cousins or distant second cousins who only saw each other for Christmas, Easter or other holidays, but the seldom seen double first cousins. Jenny and my father Bert and Becky and Danny’s father Larry were brothers, while our mother Liz and Becky and Danny’s mother Maggie were sisters. So therefore, we all shared the same surname of Chapman and each shared the same grandparents.

Interestingly, while Jenny and I looked alike as sister and brother both tall and slim with brown hair and brown eyes, Becky and Danny shared looks quite different from us. Although like us Becky and Danny were tall and slim, both contrasted from Jenny and I by having blonde hair and blue eyes. However, looks aside we were as close as brothers and sisters, always playing and walking to school together, Becky always setting my heart aflutter. Lots of boys have a crush on a pretty girl, it just happened in my case that the pretty girl was my first cousin.

And we didn’t have to walk far to see Becky and Danny. We lived in a semi-detached house in the suburbs of Liverpool which fortunately aside from broken windows on night went undamaged despite the bombings in the area during the war, Mum, Dad, Jenny and I on one side; and Uncle Larry, Aunt Maggie and Becky and Danny on the other. It all worked really well, you didn’t have to worry about which neighbors were living next door. Becky was the pretty girl next door many guys fantasize about, but in our case we were cousins so my feelings had to stay hidden.

My crush on Becky continued all through childhood, into secondary school as teenagers and now as 19-year-old young adults, with Becky and Jenny working as switchboard operators at the local GPO telephone exchange and me a carpenter having just reached the end of my apprenticeship, I still had as big a crush as ever on Becky.

I would see Becky and Jenny leave to catch their bus to work in the morning and admire my cousin’s fine feminine figure in her dresses and skirts, especially her bum at the back and her big boobs at the front. Becky and Jenny liked going cycling together with their friends, and I would watch Becky riding off down the road, her shapely bum and her legs looking fine in her pedal pusher pants. I would remind myself that their friends Sylvia, Helen, Barbara and Paula with whom Jenny and Becky worked at the telephone exchange were all very pretty girls and if I was to engage in voyeurism with anyone it should be them, yet still my eyes lingered on my cousin.

Sometimes I would be so taken by Becky it was hard for me to speak. One morning I went next door to get some milk having accidentally spilled ours, and was greeted by a barefoot Becky in her nightdress through which one could see the outline of her knickers. My cousin looked so good in her nightwear despite having not done her hair and wearing no makeup. And although I had obviously seen Becky barefoot many times in the past, I could not keep my eyes off her pretty bare feet, struggling to put a sentence together as Becky tried to conduct a normal conversation with me.

Other times I would look at more private things with Becky, despite my nagging conscience. Becky sometimes would not be as careful as she perhaps should have been to maintain her modesty when she crossed and uncrossed her legs. I would steal glances up my cousin’s skirt or dress, seeing the white or pastel colored cotton knickers between her thighs, loving the sight of Becky’s knickers and wishing I could see what private female delights her panties covered.

On Escort Gümüşhane laundry days I would make some excuse to be up a ladder such as gardening or checking the gutters so I could look into the next door garden to see Becky’s bras and knickers on the washing line. Most of Becky’s bras and knickers were white, but she did have some bras and pairs of knickers that were pale pink, light blue, lemon and apricot in color. I would think about how the bras would harness and support Becky’s ample bosom, and how her knickers would cover the most private and intimate parts of Becky’s young body the next time she wore them.

I felt bad about my voyeurism of my cousin’s underwear, and thought about how I would feel if some Peeping Tom used a ladder to look into our back garden and look at Jenny’s bras and knickers as they dried on the line? Outraged obviously about this invasion to my sister’s privacy, yet despite every time I told myself I would stop this voyeurism with Becky’s bras and knickers and respect my cousin’s privacy, still I kept right on doing it.

One time, not long after we turned 18, I actually got to see Becky in her bra and knickers. I had gone next door to see Danny, and Becky not knowing I was upstairs was undressing in her bedroom after work, the door slightly ajar. I could see Becky’s fine young body in a state of near nudity, barefoot and in her underwear and the image was one of the most beautiful I had ever seen. I retained the images in my mind’s eye, to be retained for solitary vices when alone in the house, Cousin Becky the star of all my fantasies.

Often, I daydreamed about being a big hero and rescuing Becky like a knight in shining armor or a superhero from American comics. Possibly this was because when my childhood crush had started on her it was because she was afraid of a doodlebug during the war and sobbing in an air raid shelter, but I doubted my fantasies would come to life now we were both grown up.

Other times Becky would have an unfortunate effect on me. One night Jenny and I were next door after work and Becky was complaining to Jenny about how the elastic in her knickers she had worn that day had gone causing her plenty of problems. Hearing Becky say that “Me knickers kept falling down and riding up around me bum all day,” had an immediate effect on my groin, and I had to sit down, unable to stand without a great deal of embarrassment.

Sometimes the way I thought about my cousin was dead weird. Another night Becky was at our house and she came upstairs, going into the bathroom to use the loo. I went out of my bedroom and stood outside the closed and locked bathroom door, unable to believe that just several feet away my perfect cousin was sitting on the toilet with her skirt up around her waist and her knickers down around her ankles. In fact I found it hard to believe that Becky went to the toilet at all given how perfect she was to me, it was like she was a famous actress or singer and I was star-struck.

From inside the bathroom I could hear Becky unwinding toilet paper from the roll, and I thought, ‘Wow, she actually uses toilet paper!’ I told myself how absurd this was, Becky and I had grown up together and obviously by now I knew she went to the toilet and used toilet paper like everyone did, yet still I kept thinking this while standing in the hallway entranced.

The sound of Becky flushing the toilet a few minutes later broke me out of my trance, and obviously not wanting my cousin to know that I was loitering outside the bathroom door when she was on the loo and think me some sort of a weirdo or pervert, I beat a hasty retreat to my bedroom as the sound of Becky running the taps to wash her hands was audible. I was innocently sitting on my bed as Becky went past on her way back downstairs, adjusting her knickers through her skirt. And seeing my cousin adjusting her knickers had the same effect upon me as overhearing her conversation with my sister about her problems with uncomfortable knickers at the telephone exchange that day.

On Saturday a week or so after this I was in my aunt and uncle’s house and again had the problem of an expanded groin due to my cousin, but this time I was alone in the house and had no such problems hiding my excitement from the object of my affections. Aunt Maggie and Uncle Larry were out for the day with my parents and my cousin Danny was at his Saturday morning job, and as for Becky herself she had gone out with Jenny and their friends shopping for some new dresses.

The reason I was in my aunt and uncle’s house was simple enough, they needed some shelving repaired and as their nephew was an apprentice carpenter, who better to do the job? I tried to concentrate on the shelves but my mind kept wandering and going into Becky’s bedroom. And soon it wasn’t only my imagination that went into my cousin’s bedroom, it was me too.

Again despite my conscience, I was unable to prevent myself from going to Becky’s dressing table and opening up her underwear drawer. I stared inside at the wonderful treats for my eyes. To the left were Becky’s bras and to the right were her knickers. I reached into the drawer, and touched the soft cotton of Becky’s teen panties, thinking about how Becky put her feet into them and pulled them up, adjusting them to cover her pubic hair, her vagina and her bottom.

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Tammie fidgets nervously, extremely uncomfortable in the cramped airplane seat. Not making nearly enough money to afford first-class, she had been stuck in coach. These seats were definitely not made with larger bodies in mind. She was 5′ 7″, weighing around 250. Not sure of her exact weight since its been a few months since she dared to get on a scale. Her hazel eyes sweep the area; checking to see if anyone had seen her discomfort.

A younger boy lounging in his seat, was staring and nearly crying from laughing. Her face flames red as she drops her head in silent but painful shame. She can’t wait to get home and away from the judgmental morons, forced to deal with them just because she was a big girl. Hell, she was still a virgin at the age of 22, only because the men was only after her cherry. But at least she knows she will be pure when she does find a man that thinks with his heart and mind, not his raging hard on.

A huge sigh of relief escapes her full, plump lips. The plane had landed and was pulling to the delegated gate. She grabs her carry on from the storage area and hustles down the narrow aisle.

She searches the faces waiting in the pick up area, looking for her Dad and Mike, her big brother. Spotting them quickly and running to them with open arms.

“Dad, Mike! God I’m glad to see you guys!” she shrieks, comforted by their rough but loving hugs.

“Tammie, its great to see you too, darling.” her fathers deep voice calming her raw nerves.

Her brother smiles as he tugs on her hair. Grabs her bags and runs with them with ease. He has really buffed up, she notices. Hell, even Dad was looking fantastic. Thinking she must look like the poor fat girl, walking with these two sexy men. To busy feeling sorry for herself, she never notices that Mike was watching her stare at his ass. Oh shit! He grins devilishly at her and shakes his perfect ass just for her.

Blushing furiously, she holds her head down and withdraws until they finally reach the parking garage. Great! Her Dad had rode his harley, leaving Mikes van, aka “The Love Shack on Wheels”, the only option for her.

“I really am happy your home, Tammie, but I have to work this weekend. I probably won’t be home till Sunday night. Mike will be with you though so you won’t be to lonely without this old man.” her dads light chuckle making her smile.

“Ok, Dad. See you Sunday, Old timer!” squealing joyously as her dad swats her full behind playfully.

“Ill show you Sunday that this Old timer can out do most youngsters!” he growls out as he straddles his harley. Taking off a minute later.

She turns back towards Mike, quietly watching him pack her bags into the cargo area on top. Feeling very foolish for staring at his ass, she walks to him.

“Mike, I’m so sorry for looking at your ass. I have no idea what came over me to do such a thing.” she mumbles miserably.

“Aw Tammie, its ok. You can’t help it if my body is irresistible!” he replies, nearly busting out laughing.

Glaring up at him she playfully slaps his arm. “Just get in the van and Giresun Escort drive, you jerk.”

Still laughing, he opens her door and glides around to get behind the wheel. Surprisingly, he had put my favorite bands newest cd in his player. The slow, suggestive lyrics sending a gentle warmth through her body. She closes her eyes and takes a long, slow breath. Her brothers unique scent filling her senses.

He smelled like fresh spring rain and summer breezes. Ever since she had turned 18, she’d had a secret lust for her big brother. He was 5 years older and built like a professional athlete now. His shoulder length black hair always ruffled, a set of green eyes that burned her to her core every time he glanced at her and the way his body moved, damn near was criminal. Liquid fire pooling between her legs, she lets her mind drift off to dream land.

In her mind, she was slouched over, her head in Mikes lap. Eagerly sucking and licking his rock hard cock as he tries to drive. His grunts of pleasure making her bob harder and faster, milking every inch of his 8 inch dick. He tangles his hand in her hair, guiding her up and down roughly, thrusting up as he pushes her head down. She moans wildly, silently begging for his hot creamy cum. Hungry for it.

“Oh fuck, Tammie! Suck this cock dry, baby!” Mike growls out as his whole body trembles.

Large spurts of hot, salty cum gushes out to fill her mouth. She greedily swallows it all and keeps on sucking on his softening cock lovingly. Gently rubbing his ball sac in time with her long strokes on his cock with her tongue.

“Tammie! Oh my god!” Mikes heated growl breaking into her day dream rudely.

She opens her eyes lazily, realizing her mouth was full of his hot, hard cock. Oh fuck! She must have started to act out her day dream in reality. Groaning with her lips still wrapped tight around his thick meat, she starts to pull up. A hand roughly stops her and gently pushes her back down.

“Oh fuck, Tammie, don’t stop!” he pleads urgently. His hand grasping her hair, shoving his cock deeper. She hums as the tip pushes down her throat, he thrusts up harder and faster, grunting.

“Oh! I’m cumming, Tammie!” he yells out, holding her head still on his throbbing cock, spraying a huge load of cum down her throat.

She reluctantly let’s his cock slip from her mouth, straightening up in her seat. Daring a glance over at Mike, she sighs. He sat completely relaxed, his eyes staring right back into hers.

“Mike, um, oh god I can’t believe that happened! You must think I’m a fat freak, huh? I’ve wanted you so badly for 4 years now, I’m guessing my body decided that was long enough to wait.” she barely whispers to him, starting to cry.

“Oh baby sister, please don’t cry! I’ve wanted you for years myself, never dreaming a vivacious goddess like you would want me. Its my fault this happened. You had fell asleep and was apparently dreaming so I decided to pull my cock out and jack off to your moans. All of a sudden, you bent over and started sucking my cock so damn hard and Giresun Escort Bayan fast I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop you.” Mike lovingly comforts her, easing her fears.

They rode the rest of the way home in quiet reflection on their actions. Both of them eager to ask more probing questions into each others fantasies but to bewildered about what had happened to attempt it.

Its almost 6 at night when Mike pulls into their driveway. She smiles softly, seeing that the house was exactly the same. They park and both of them climb out to grab her bags. Mike leads the way into the house and down the hall to her old room. Leaving her alone as soon as he puts her bags on her bed.

She puts her stuff away quickly, and changes into a comfy pair of thin cotton shorts and a old white tank top of Mikes. Smiling as she remembers what he had called her. A vivacious goddess. He loves my plump body? Doesn’t care that my body is soft, not firm? Looking down at her choice of pajamas, scowling. Ripping them off quickly to search in her secret bag for the short purple silk nightgown she had packed, just in case. Slipping it over her head and gazing in the mirror on her dresser.

“Not bad, girl.” speaking out loud to herself. The nightgown clung to her full breasts barely covering the massive globes. Her hardened nipples standing out. The length was just past her rounded ass and plump pussy, hiding the fact that she had decided not to wear any panties. She takes a deep breath walking out into the dim hallway, heading towards Mikes room just down the hall. Pausing at his door, knocking softly.

“Mike?” she calls out quietly.

“Come in, Tammie.” Mike replies.

She opens his door and walks in shyly. He had stripped down to just his jeans, his bare chest smooth. Her hazel eyes locks onto his hungrily. She watches his expression turn from nervous anticipation to raging lust. He drags his eyes all over her body making her tremble.

“Oh Tammie, Your so damn beautiful!” he cries out, rushing to her to pull her in his muscled arms. Tilting his head to kiss her slow and deep. Her hands grip his shoulders hard, moaning into his hot mouth. He breaks away from the kiss, breathing rapidly.

“Tammie, Are you certain about this? I don’t want to lose you if you end up regretting this.” he whispers into her ear hotly.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life, Mike. I love you so much and I want to make you feel exactly how much. Ill always cherish this memory, never regret, baby.” she hurriedly replies. Not waiting for a reply, she gently grabs his ear lobe with her teeth and tugs. Her hands now running up and down his back lazily.

He groans and maneuvers her to his bed, laying her back. The nightgown had risen up to reveal a smooth plump pussy to his hungry eyes. Undressing quickly and crawling up between her thick thighs.

“Its my turn to taste you, baby. Just lay back and enjoy.” his hot breath blowing against her soaked pussy lips.

He gently starts to lick up and down just the outside of her wet slit, grunting with Escort Giresun desire at her taste. Moves his attention to her little swollen clit, flicking and sucking greedily. She begins to grind up on his mouth, smearing her juices all over his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Mike! Suck my pussy baby, make me cum.” she screams.

He eagerly begins sucking her little clit softly and teasing her cunt hole with his fingers. She grabs his head and pulls his face into her cunt, wildly moaning. Her virgin pussy grasps his fingers tightly when he gently pushes two deep into her. Working them in and out to stretch her open, his tongue rolling around her clit leisurely. Her frantic gasps and moans break his resolve to be gentle, pumping his arm faster, finger fucking her virgin hole fast and hard.

“Mike! I’m cumming! Uhhhhhhhhhhh!” her body thrashing wildly on his bed. Her scalding hot cum gushing out to soak his hand and bed.

“Oh yea, that’s it baby! Squirt for your big brother!” he urges loudly, replacing his fingers with his long tongue. Tongue fucking her dripping cunt fast, digging his tongue deep as she cums again. This time soaking his face, hot cum spraying all over his tongue and chin.

“OH! SWEET GOD! FUCK ME NOW!” her hands grasping his long hair and yanking his mouth up to hers. Kissing him passionately, the taste driving her wild. With his cock nestled between her plump pussy lips, he begins to move. The sensitive tip of his cock rubbing against her sensitive clit. He pulls his mouth away and leans back, pushing her thick, shapely legs wide apart and back.

“Tammie, oh god, my cock needs your hot cunt right now! I can’t wait any longer, it will only hurt for a moment.” he barely rasps out between clenched teeth.

“Take me, Mike! Make me into a real woman!” she moans.

Closing her eyes in bliss as he gently nudges her cunt hole open with his cock head. He rubs her clit lightly as he keeps slowly working his fat cock deeper into her pussy until his balls are pressed against her soft ass. His hands move to her breasts, teasing the hard buds by pinching and pulling on them.

“Oh Tammie, your pussy feels so good, baby. I love the way its squeezing me so hard!” his head falling back groaning.

She moves her hips a little to let him know she’s ready to feel him fuck her. Her nails teasing his small nipples. He pulls his cock out till just the head remains inside, then pushing all the way back in, both of them moaning blissfully.

“You ready? I’m going to make this pussy all mine, Tammie. No one else deserves you!” he growls out, pumping his hips faster and harder. He grunts loudly with each thrust into her, sweat glistening on their bodies. Lowering his mouth around a nipple, nibbling as he rams his fat cock deep in his little sisters pussy.

“Tammie! OH FUCK, I’m cumming!” he yells out, his eyes clenched shut.

The heat in both of them becomes unbearable, his cock swelling inside her, pumping large spurts of cum deep into her womb. Her body shakes wildly as she covers his thrusting cock with her hot sticky cum.

He gently pulls his softening cock out, the tip popping out with a little noise. Laying with his head propped up, he pulls her to his side. She rests her head on his chest and sighs happily.

“I bet Dad can’t out do you.” she whispers, a plan hatching in her head already.

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Summary: In their family’s hotel room, Mom and son fuck and risk getting caught.

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This is part four of the Backseat Mommy series.

In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, Sarah, a mom, is forced to sit on her son’s lap for a long drive. As the day progresses, she is unable to resist the temptation of her son’s cock.

In part two, Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked, Sarah now wholeheartedly craves her son’s cock and is at his mercy. After willingly taking it in the ass in a truck stop bathroom, she eagerly finishes the job in the backseat of the car as her husband drives in the pouring rain.

In part three, Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut, Sarah questions her marriage and, after a tease in the backseat and another tease in the hotel room while her husband is in the bathroom, she has two fantasies come true when her son takes her to a gloryhole.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, David, goamz86 and Wayne for editing.

Note 2: This story and the entire series was updated in October 2018 with a new edit by Tex Beethoven.

I swallowed one more load ‘for the road’, at the gloryhole, rather quickly. Thankfully most men have quick triggers, because I didn’t want my son and I returning too late in the evening and raise my husband’s suspicions. Cory and I then headed out of the gloryhole and back to the car… my face coated with cum. Not surprisingly, feel of having cum all over my face only added to the wildness.

Cory drove us to a gas station, realizing he’d forgotten to get gas earlier. He had me walk inside and pay with my face coated with the cum, which was now dried. The attendant, a teenage boy, gave me a strange look, but didn’t say anything.

Wanting to shock him, I said, “Oh shit, do I still have cum all over my face?”

He nodded all polite, even as a look of revelation crossed his face, “Yes, ma’am, it sure looks like it.”

“Damn gloryholes really don’t have a place to wash up after taking a few loads,” I sighed dramatically. “Where’s your bathroom? I can’t have my husband see me looking like a complete cum slut.”

“O-o-over there, ma’am,” he stammered, clearly stunned by my outrageousness.

“Thanks, sexy,” I winked and headed to the washroom to clean up, feeling good and nasty.

As I looked into the mirror, my face a mess with dried cum, I knew I was going to have to have a frank, honest talk with Alex sometime very soon. The reality was I loved him, but I just wasn’t attracted to him the way I used to be, or the way I now was to Cory. It wasn’t fair to be cheating on him… he deserved much better than that… but not until when we were alone after Cory was settled in at his college.

I took a selfie of my cum-coated face, for some reason wanting to immortalize this moment forever, the moment I knew without a doubt my marriage was over and I was beginning a new chapter of my life.

The idea of being alone, of being single after twenty years of marriage, was scary and yet I knew I had to do it.

Continuing on like this wasn’t fair to Alex; it wasn’t fair to me.

Without our realizing it, we’d drifted apart and needed a different rest of our lives.

I washed up, peed and returned to the car.

Cory noticed my melancholy look and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s over,” I said.

“What is?” he asked, looking concerned.

“Not you and me,” I laughed, squeezing his knee, feeling better about my decision after seeing his caring response. “No, your father and me.”

“Oh,” he said, his concern replaced by guilt. After all the wild sex, all the risk, all the lust I’d experienced the last couple of days of living in a fantasy land with my teenage lover… life suddenly became real. Cory and I (and Alex) needed to face the consequences of our many acts of sexual misconduct: we couldn’t live in this fairy tale land forever.

“It’s not you,” I said. I then reconsidered. “No, I’m wrong, it definitely is you. Because regardless of what happens after we drop you off, I know I’m no longer the same. I know what I want now, and I know your father is not the man who can give me what I need.”

“I didn’t realize that I was…”

“Don’t even go there, honey,” I reassured my son. “What you did yesterday and today was to save me years of continuing on in a life I don’t want. You awakened a part of me that I thought I could never have back. And now that it’s back, I can’t just push it back down to some reclusive part of my body and ignore it. No, you released my true personality… my wild, adventurous self… from its cage, and it’s not going to be tamed back into submission.

“So now what?”

“Well, after we drop you off tomorrow, I’ll have a long talk with your father.”

“You’re not going to tell him about us?” he asked, suddenly worried.

“No, no,” I shook my head. “I don’t want to be that mean to him. But between you and me I have to admit, I don’t want us to be over either.”

“Me Giresun Escort Neither,” he said, before adding, “this has been about more than just the sex, Mom.”

“I hope so,” I smiled.

“I’m serious,” he continued. “I want you to be more than just my backseat Mom.”

“Backseat Mom,” I laughed, that’s funny.” I then asked, curious and feeling slightly vulnerable, “What do you want?”

He paused as we rolled up to a stoplight, “I want it all.”

“That’s pretty vague.”

“I want you still to be my mom, but also my lover. I want you to be my mom, but also my Mommy-slut. I want you to be my mom, and yet my three-hole fuck toy cum bucket,” he said, listing my dirtiest personas in a bizarrely sincere, even a loving way.

“I want all that too,” I said, yet unsure how to make it happen.

A horn honked from behind and he laughed, “Got distracted.”

I reached for the cock in his pants, which was hard again, and told him, “You get me distracted all the time, baby. Plus, what do you feed this thing? It never sleeps.”

“It always keeps itself awake for you,” he replied as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.

“Well Cory,” I said. “I’m not sure what will happen over the next while, but I want you to understand that I love you and that you are not to blame for whatever ends up happening between your father and me.”

“Okay,” he nodded, the mood having grown depressing, a strong contrast from twenty minutes earlier when I’d joyously had a stranger’s cock in my mouth and Cory’s cock in both my pussy and ass. Good times!

We left the car and walked back towards our hotel room as I reminded him in a whisper, trying to lighten the mood, “We still have one more day of backseat fucking, baby.”

He laughed and nodded, “Well, you are my Backseat Mommy, after all.”

“I do like that name,” I nodded, before adding, “But I also like Mommy-slut, cum bucket, ass whore, just plain old slut, or whatever else you want to call me.”

“And I love being called a mother fucker, because I am one,” he said, as we reached the door of our room.

“Well, back to faking it,” I joked, as I put the hotel key in the door.

To my surprise, Alex was still awake when we walked in.

He said, looking up from the bed where he’d been reading a book, “I was just beginning to worry about you two.”

“Oh, Cory was just showing me a few of the unique sights and flavours of the city,” I answered, still vividly envisioning the black cock I’d sucked and wondering what it would be like to have it in my pussy.

“Great, I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Alex said, as he closed his book.

“Oh, it was an eye-opening experience,” I replied, unable to restrain my sexual innuendo versions of the truth.

“Well, a few more hours of driving tomorrow and you’ll be at college, Cory,” Alex said, getting off the bed.

“Yeah, crazy to think this wild trip is almost over,” Cory nodded.

Sadness coursed through me once again at the reality that this was indeed almost the end of the craziest ride ever… pun intended. As I looked at my oblivious husband, I knew I couldn’t go back to the mundane life I’d endured with him before my son rekindled a dying flame.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to have you leave,” I pouted.

Alex laughed, “Empty nest syndrome hitting you already, honey?”

Empty mouth, cunt and ass syndrome was what I was really thinking but I nodded, “I guess so.” Ironically, when we’d left home yesterday morning I’d been eagerly looking forward to dropping Cory off at college, then starting the next chapter of my life with Alex. Yet now the chapter I’d thought was already pre-written was sorely in need of a massive rewrite.

Alex went into the washroom and Cory walked over to me, pushed me to my knees where I fished out his cock to suck my own pussy and ass taste off it.

I bobbed for about fifteen seconds, maybe thirty, before he reassured me, “This trip isn’t the end.”

I nodded, acting like a firm mother, “it’d better not be, young man.”

“I’m serious,” he said, as he put his cock back away, back to his confident, dominant self, “I’m not sure how we’ll pull it off, but going forward I expect you to be available for me when I need you.”

“What do you want me to do, move into your dorm room so I can be your full-service, three-hole cum deposit?” I asked facetiously, liking the nasty talk and imagining what I’d just described could be a great porn video.

He nodded, “Actually, that sounds perfect.”

“What sounds perfect?” Alex asked, coming out of the bathroom.

Cory quickly covered, “Mom promised to come and see me in a couple of weeks to make sure I’m settled.”

“She did?” Alex asked, perplexed, knowing he and I already had plans for the next while.

I nodded, “Honey, I can’t be gallivanting around the country not knowing whether Cory is getting his basic needs fulfilled,” again unable to avoid the innuendo.

“He’s an adult now,” Alex pointed out. “He’s quite capable of living on his Giresun Escort Bayan own.”

“Alex,” I said in a tone I only used when I wanted him to understand clearly that like it or not, a point had been decided. “I need to be able to check on him. I won’t be able to enjoy the trip if I’m continually worrying about my son.”

“So you want to cancel the trip?” Alex asked.

“No, to adapt it,” I answered. “Just to modify our itinerary so it doesn’t take us too many states away from Cory.”

Alex looked at Cory for help, but Cory didn’t bite.

“Fine,” Alex said, trying to appear sympathetic even though it was obvious he was annoyed, “We can hit a few spots in nearby states and do a circle trip back here.”

“Great,” I nodded, then yawned. “I’m exhausted. A full day of backseat riding wore me completely out.”

Cory added, trying not to laugh at the frankness of my description, “Yeah, it was a long, hard ride, wasn’t it?”

“Well, tomorrow is a shorter drive,” Alex said.

“Is it?” I asked, sounding disappointed because I was.

“Yeah, we’re only about five hours away, we made really good time today,” Alex informed us.

That meant I only had five more hours of Cory’s cock. I lied, “Well, that’s good.”

“Then our boy becomes a man, an independent entity,” Alex said, patting him on his back.

I thought to myself, Trust me! He’s already a man and he’s proven it!

Cory joked, “Is there a ceremony for manhood?”

Alex laughed, “No, but at college there’ll be hundreds of new women around.”

This made me jealous, which was ludicrous. He was my son. Our liaison was temporary. I suddenly realized any plans I had of visiting and fucking were no more than temporary measures of pleasure that would only delay the inevitable. He would find a girlfriend. He would get married. And I… I’d get older.

Ironically, empty nest syndrome seemed to crash into me right here and now… when I realized I wouldn’t always be able to be fucked by my son.

I broke down in tears.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Alex asked, coming to me as I collapsed on the bed in a sudden emotional mess.

“My only boy is leaving me,” I blabbered through heavy sobs.

Alex comforted me, “He’s just going to college, not to the moon.”

“I know,” I sobbed.

Cory added, “It’s okay, Mom. You can come out and check on me any time you want.”

“Thank you,” I said, as I calmed down. “It’s just… you’re my only son.”

As Alex rubbed my back like the caring husband he was, my guilt only increased at my betrayal of him. Yet that guilt was swamped by my complete lust for my son.

Shit, I’m a complete mess.

Eventually I calmed down and we watched the news and went to bed. As usual, within a few minutes Alex was snoring.

As I lay there, I felt guilty. I felt lost. And I felt horny. True, these emotions didn’t usually go hand in hand, yet those were the ones tearing me apart.

Yet, like in the car, it was lust that eclipsed the others and took charge.

I glanced over to the other bed. Cory was facing away from me.

I glanced back at my husband; he was fast asleep, no question.

A wicked idea popped into my head. The experience of fucking my son with my husband so close by had become quite a turn on, and with only a few hours remaining to play with his glorious dick, I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. I decided to quell my guilt, paradoxically by adding onto it.

I slowly snuck out of bed, removed my panties, checked to see if Alex moved, he didn’t, and crept over to Cory’s bed.

Cory rolled onto his back and smiled his welcome with a slightly surprised look, “You really can’t get enough.”

“Mommy wants your dick,” I answered as I crawled under the sheets and went directly to his flaccid cock.

I pulled his underwear off and took his soft-on in my mouth. I’d always loved the feeling of a cock growing in my mouth. I loved the magic of it. I loved the power that it was only growing because of me, and I loved the sensations as it hardened in my mouth.

Once it was hard, I began bobbing. I wasn’t sure whether I planned just to blow him, or actually planned to fuck him.

“Balls,” he whispered, once he was completely hard.

I took his cock out of my mouth and repositioned myself to obey the order. I then took turns sucking each big ball into my mouth.

I then returned to his cock. I bobbed for a couple of minutes, enjoying the comfortable situation of being in a bed, even though my husband was in the next bed. The car, the bathroom, the gloryhole were all uncomfortable positions in make do places. Now I could worship this cock like it deserved to be worshipped for only the second time: in the comfort of a bed.

I took my time, wanting this to last for as long as possible, knowing our time wasn’t limitless.

“Shit Mom, you really are an amazing slut,” he groaned.

Oddly, that was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me. I moaned on his cock in response before Escort Giresun he whispered, “Come up here and lie on your back.”

“You going to fuck Mommy while Daddy sleeps?” I asked, talking like an ingénue porn star.

I got onto my back as Cory crawled under the sheets and between my legs and said, “First, I need a bedtime snack.”

I moaned as his tongue made contact with my pussy. Alex didn’t go down on me ever, which was one thing that had always perturbed me about him, so having Cory’s tongue lapping away felt amazing. I placed my hands gently on his head as I lay back and enjoyed getting eaten out.

And Cory, like I had a moment earlier, took his time between my legs. He explored every inch of my pussy as he teased me everywhere.

He flicked my clit once.

He spread my pussy lips wide.

He kissed my inner thigh.

He slid his tongue down to my asshole.

He was driving me wild as his tongue used my body like a canvas and I was his Moaning Lisa Mommy.

My orgasm was building and I whispered, “You’re about to make Mommy come.”

I figured that would make him quit and come fuck me, but instead he shifted from slow teasing to fast-paced pleasing.

The sudden intensity of the pleasure quickly escalated the approach of the orgasm that was slowly building, and I quickly grabbed an extra pillow and smothered my face to cover the scream about to escape my lips.

I grabbed his head, and that was all the prompting he needed as he sucked my clit between his lips and tugged.

My uncontrolled scream of pleasure was muffled by the pillow as I came seconds later.

As soon as the screaming portion of my orgasm was finished he moved up, rolled me onto my side and slid his cock in my cunt, which was still trembling.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, as he began fucking me.

“This is so fucking hot and twisted,” he whispered.

“And reaming my asshole with your father a couple feet away wasn’t?” I questioned naughtily.

“Touché,” he air-laughed silently, as he pumped his cock in and out of me.

“Now fill my cunt with your cum, baby,” I ordered, wanting to feel him erupt inside me.

“Not your ass?” he asked.

“No, I want your seed erupting in Mommy’s cunt,” I moaned, wanting to feel my pussy filled with his hot seed.

He fucked me for a couple of minutes before he pulled out.

I whined, “Put it back in.”

“Go back to your bed,” he ordered.

“You’re not going to finish fucking Mommy?” I asked surprised and disappointed.

“Oh, I’m going to keep fucking you all right,” he said cockily.

It was then I realized his plan… his sick, twisted plan.

I got out of his bed and back into mine and lay on my side so he could re-enter me with ease.

He moved into the queen-sized bed as well, nudging me even closer to Alex, now only a few inches away from me, and slid his cock back in me.

“Ooooh,” I moaned again, watching my husband, trying not to pant on him as I was fucked by our son. This time was even naughtier as I could see his face, in close-up even, but he was still completely oblivious to what was happening right beside him during his sweet slumber.

“Harder,” I whispered out of the side of my mouth.

Cory obliged, the entire bed now moving as he pounded me hard.

Even while being rocked back and forth by the mattress, my husband snored softly on his back the way he always slept, while I got fucked by his son in the same bed.

I felt so naughty; this was so wrong; which, of course, made it so feel so good and so hot.

In a wild day where I’d been ass fucked in a backseat, used in a bathroom and a gloryhole, this was the wildest moment yet.

And although I’d originally wanted to feel my son’s cum fill my cunt, I suddenly wanted to make this taboo moment even wilder. I whispered, “Slide that big dick in my ass.”

He didn’t question the idea at all as he pulled his cock out of my cunt and slid it into my ass with ease.

I clenched my teeth just in time to hold in my groan as a slight pain coursed through me before pleasure quickly took over.

“Fuck you’re a nasty slut, Mom,” Cory whispered in my ear as he began to fuck my ass.

“For you I am,” I whispered back, as I was sodomized by my son with my husband lying right in front of me, the rush unexplainable. Fuck, was I a slut.

I was ass fucked for a while, enthralled by the euphoria of the kink.

This act of kinky sex had my pussy burning and I could feel a second orgasm rising rather quickly.

Cory kissed the back of my neck as he slowly fucked my ass.

After a couple more minutes of slow ass fucking, Cory began bucking his hips faster and really fucking my ass.

I moaned, “Yes, pound Mommy’s asshole”, as I buried my face in a pillow again and moved my hand to my pussy to begin rubbing my clit.

“I’m going to come in your asshole, Mommy-slut,” Cory whispered.

“Fill my shit hole with your cum, baby,” I moaned, my orgasm imminent and wanting to make this as nasty as possible. I was his Mommy-slut, his cum bucket and I wanted his seed right now.

A few hard thrusts in my ass and he grunted and shot his load deep inside me.

This triggered my orgasm seconds later as I screamed, “Oh shit,” loud enough to wake up my husband.

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Ben and Jess. Sibs escape the rain for a day at the beach.

This is my first submission. The beach is a composite of several beaches in the Kona area. Body surfing is possible at Spencer Beach; some of the others may have dangerous rocks. I’ve never tried tandem body surfing but would love to.

Jess stared at the solitaire hand she had just dealt herself and signed. Nothing to do but play on, she thought, fingering the cards absentmindedly. She looked over at her younger brother, sprawled out on the couch across from the table where she sat, and frowned at him. He was reading a book called, “A Natural History of Hawaii,” and seemed totally engrossed. Why this seemed to annoy her so completely she wasn’t sure.

“Jess,” he called.

Oh, god, she thought. Here comes another fun fact from Mr. Ben, Wizard of the Wonky.

“Jess,” he said again. “Did you know that there are two different kinds of lava on the Big Island? One of them is smooth and is called, ‘phanohoe’, and the other is rough and sharp and is called, ‘a’a’. I wonder if it’s because the rock itself is different or whether it’s because the rate of cooling is different, which would give it a different crystal structure, don’t you think?”

“Ben,” she said. “I wouldn’t have the foggiest. All I know is that I’m extremely, totally, utterly bored.”

“Well there’s nothing we can do about the weather. So why make yourself miserable?”

“Why are you so effing annoying? I think I have a new name for you: ‘Wiz’. As in ‘Wizard of Wonk’. That’s what you are, the ‘Wizard of Wonk.'”

“So ‘Dork’ and ‘Nerd’ aren’t sufficient. You needed another one. I guess that’s how you pass the time, making up names for me. Very productive.”

“They all fit you. It just gives me some options, depending on the situation.”

“Love you too, Sis,” he said.

Jess walked to the window and stared out at the pouring rain. It waxed and waned but when it waxed it returned with a roar, even though there was no wind to speak of. Just the roar of the pouring rain, a monsoon, falling straight down, harder than she had ever seen it rain. Hawaii. The Big Island.

It was supposed to be their last big family trip together. A fun time with hiking and beaches and plenty of time to lie in the sun, flirt with beautiful guys, read trashy novels, sneak off at night and get drunk. Her spring break. For her it was going to be better than the silly Florida bacchanals. Done that. For her brother, a dubious hiatus in his spring baseball training, but worth it, he had decided. Her parents had and saved and scrimped and planned and now, here they were, cooped up in a rental house for 6 days in Hawaii, in the rain, getting on each other’s nerves. She should have stayed home.

“Hey Dork,” she said. “Check the forecast. How many more days do we have of this?”

“I just checked it a few hours ago, Jess. It’s not gonna change.”

Two more days of rain. Then a chance of clearing. Maybe. Her spring break, ticking away.

The rain seemed to let up for a minute. It always seemed to let up for a minute, sometimes 10 minutes, but then the monsoon returned. As it cleared she saw the forest shrouded in mist surrounding them on all sides. So much for hot sun, warm surf and pristine beaches. They were staying in a rain forest jungle. The only good thing about it was that it was warm; they were having a snow storm back East.

A family of wild pigs waddled out onto their rudimentary lawn: a sow and 8 piglets, moving across the puddled driveway toward the opposite woods.

“Ben, look! Wild pigs! A whole family!”

Her brother came to the window and watched a huge sow and her piglets disappear into the dense foliage. “Cool, thanks for showing me. That lady looks pretty intimidating. I guess hunting them isn’t working very well.”

Ben had already recounted to his sister how the Hawaiian government had tried for a while to eradicate the feral pigs because of the environmental damage they did, to say nothing of the damage to lawns and shrubbery. This, in addition to his little asides on Hawaiian geology, history and wildlife.

Ben was a voracious reader, curious and quick-minded. But he had the habit of somehow assuming that his innocent enthusiasm for whatever he was reading would be shared by whoever else was in his vicinity. Thus came, “Hey Jess, did you know…,” which annoyed her so, and prompted her numerous nicknames. Mostly, Jess pretended to be annoyed more than she was. Secretly she found his habit endearing and never interrupting him when he got going. It was fun seeing the world through his curious eyes, even though she mocked him for it.

So what would today bring? She tried to imagine what activities her parents were cooking up. Yesterday, their first full day on the island, they had boldly tried to hike despite the rain but it ended up with all of them soaked and muddy despite rain jackets and umbrellas. The trail was a river of mud so slippery that each of them wound up falling several times. They retreated to the rental house for hot showers Kars Escort and dry clothes and tried sightseeing from the car. This, too, proved impossible, so they wound up spending the afternoon at the Tsunami Museum in Hilo, which was interesting, for about an hour. There didn’t seem to be many options, really. Not with it raining like this.

“Tell me, oh master of all knowledge” she said. “Is there someplace on this island where it’s not raining?”

“Kona, most likely,” he said. “There are places north of Kona that get only about 10 inches of rain per year. Here around Hilo, we get about 130. That’s about 11 feet of rain per year.”

“Why does all of it have to fall this week? Couldn’t we have stayed in Kona instead of Hilo?”

At this point their mother entered from the den, where she and their father had been reading. “Because, dear children, we could not afford that side of the island. One of you is in college and the other is about to start. Remember? It was a gamble coming to this side of the island and I guess we lost.” They’d had this conversation before.

“Sorry, mom,” said Jess. “I guess I need some diversion besides playing cards with myself and listening to Ben reciting fun facts about a place that it’s too rainy to see.”

“There’s some interesting books that people have left in the shelf over there.”

“I suppose…”

“Jessie, sweetie. I think we’re stuck for today. Maybe tomorrow it will let up some and we can head to the Volcano Park.”

“That would be terrific. Sorry to be so bitchy.”

Her mother smiled. Her mother, always the optimist, so unlike Jess herself. Jess felt her skin crawl as she contemplated spending the day here in the rain, trying to interest herself in one of the drugstore novels people had left behind. Making the best of things was not her way. There must be something…”

“Mom, what if Ben and I take the car and drive to Kona and find a beach for the day? It’s still early and we’ve already had breakfast. We could be back tonight. What do you think?”

“I don’t know if your father and I want to be stuck without a car. Besides, there’s a lot around here we haven’t seen yet.”

“Mom, driving around sitting in the back seat with the windows fogged up staring out into the rain at sights we can’t see… We did that yesterday.”

“Let me see what your dad says. Maybe he and I can be without a car for a day.”

Jess and Ben were silent as they listened to the murmurs of discussion coming from the den. Their mother returned with the verdict.

“We decided to rent a second car for the day,” she said. “You and Ben take the one we have but drop us off at the airport rental booth on your way.”

“WOOHOO!” Jess shouted. “Beach day! C’mon Dork, let’s get packing!”

Ben burst into a smile. If his sister was going to keep calling him “Dork”, at least it would be where the sun was shining and the water warm. He first went down to the garage where he had seen a six-pack sized cooler that they could use to pack sandwiches and water, then back upstairs to fetch his swimsuit, sun glasses, water shoes and sweatshirt, in case it got cold in the evening.

His sister appeared carrying a canvas shoulder bag. “Did you bring sandals?” asked Ben. “And a t-shirt and sweatshirt? And sunglasses? How about sunscreen?”

“It’s a good thing I have you around, because without you and my parents I couldn’t possibly fend for myself.”

Their mother appeared holding 2 large sandwiches which they stuffed into the cooler. “You’ll have to stop somewhere for supper. Let me give you some money.”

“No,” said Ben. “We can finance the meals and gas. We’re so happy you’re letting us go!” Jess looked at him, like, “Why are you refusing money?” but said nothing.

They collected a couple of beach towels and a blanket, piled into the car, and headed for the airport. The Hilo airport is small and rarely busy. Twenty minutes later they had dropped off their parents at the Avis booth and were on their way. It was still morning, barely 10am. Their biological clocks were still set on Eastern time and they had been getting up at 6am, which was about 11am back East, which meant they were sleeping in. The whole day was ahead of them.

The rain had started up again, pounding the windshield steadily as they headed west out of Hilo. Ben drove cautiously, fan on full defrost, windshield wipers pushing a river of water side to side with each pass. Jess leaned her seat back, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep, lulled by the rhythm of the wipers and the patter of the rain.

When she awoke the rain had slowed and the landscape on either side was shrouded in fog. There were no houses to be seen. They were on a two lane highway with wide shoulders. “Where are we?” she asked.

“On the saddle road headed west toward Kona,” said Ben. “The saddle is the pass between the two big mountains, Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea. We’re still going up. Once we cross the saddle it’s downhill toward Kona.”

“And the sky will clear up? It doesn’t look promising.”

“Should Kars Escort Bayan clear up. I hope so.”

“Do we have music? How’s the radio?”

“There really isn’t any reception up here,” said Ben. “I tried.”

Jess tried peering out the window but there was little to see. “You mean there are two huge mountains, one to either side and we can’t see either one?”

“Yep.”

“Maybe no one ever sees them. They just exist in the imagination, like everything else on this trip so far.”

Ben laughed. She looked at him. It was amazing to her how he put up with her taunting, almost never letting on that he was annoyed with her no matter how much she baited him. He seemed unflappable, kind, wise beyond his years. She felt foolish and selfish for not appreciating him.

“Thank you for driving,” she said. “And thank you for putting up with my eternal bitchiness.”

“I try not to take it personally.”

“You have way more restraint than I do. It’s funny. I’m so proud of you. I tell all my friends what a smart, athletic, handsome, kind brother I have. And then I come home and treat you like shit.”

“You are a bit grumpy sometimes.”

“Grumpy! I’m and out and out bitch to you. And to mom and dad. I have no idea what they think of me but they must think I’m evil and ungrateful.”

“I think it makes them sad.”

“Thing is, I have no idea why I do it, why I’m like that. I couldn’t imagine having better parents, really. I love them. I need to apologize and tell them so.”

“Jess, it’s biological, don’t you think? We’re programmed to act nasty to our parents and sibs so that we can separate and go out into the world and mate with others. If we let our familial love dominate we’d all be a bunch of dependent inbred monsters and idiots.”

“Incest you mean.”

“Incest. Emotional dependence. Financial dependence.”

“You mean the reason I’m mean and nasty to you and call you “Nerd” and “Dork” all the time is because I’m just following some genetic program that keeps me from being attracted to you and from wanting to fuck you? That’s nutty, Ben.”

“I don’t mean it necessarily in this particular instance. I mean overall, as a species.”

“Well, now you’re trying to wiggle out of it! How about you? Do you have a secret desire to fuck me?”

Ben reddened. “Like I said, not in this particular instance.”

“You perv! And all the while I thought the fact that you were so nice to me was just because you were so nice!” Jess laughed and squeezed his leg. “You incestuous Dork!” Ben laughed with her.

“I do see your point, though,” said Jess. “There has to be some mechanism whereby children leave the nest. But, clearly not in this particular instance.”

“Clearly.”

Jess leaned back in her seat. She hadn’t thought about it that way. Was her nastiness really a reaction to a subconscious desire to have sex with her brother? If he weren’t her brother, would she want to have sex with him? She was horny, certainly, desperately horny. Wasn’t that enough by itself to make her nasty?

She looked at him. No, she had to admit that he wasn’t the same annoying little brother that she had always known, had always dismissed and put down. He was tall and strong and had the kind of calm, quiet voice that made her stop in her tracks, if she had listened. Objectively, he was an amazing specimen. Maybe there was more to what he said than she had admitted to herself.

She shook her head. Better not think about that, she thought.

“So, not to change the subject or anything, but what’s up with school in the fall?” she asked.

“I’ve been accepted to both Columbia and SUNY Binghamton. Not sure mom and dad can afford Columbia so I’ll probably go to Binghamton.”

“Can’t you get an athletic scholarship to Columbia? You’re so good at baseball.”

“It’s an Ivy. They don’t have athletic scholarships. I talked to a financial aid person and told him I really wanted to go to Columbia. He said he’d see what they could do, but couldn’t promise anything. So I’m just waiting.”

Jess looked thoughtful and sad. “You should go to Columbia and I should go to Binghamton,” she said. “My expensive education is wasted on me.”

“Jess, how can you say that? You’re a straight A student. You’re about the smartest person I know.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know what I want to do and you do. I can’t even decide on a major, and I’m about to start my junior year. I’m supposed to pick a major but I haven’t a clue. I guess I’ll just pick something and wind up being just another hyper-educated waitress with a phi beta kappa key and an expensive degree. And anyway I really need to get out of Vassar.”

“What’s wrong with Vassar?”

“Let me count the ways. First of all, though, I’m getting a great education. I love my professors. I love the courses, it’s just, socially…socially horrible. For me, anyway. It’s coed, but it doesn’t seem like it. The guys who go there either think they’re god’s gift to women or are so shy and nerdy that they Escort Kars seem to melt into a wall if you look at them. And there are all these lesbian cliques that pressure you to be one of them.”

“I didn’t know you were so unhappy. I’m sure mom and dad don’t know.”

“Mom knows a little. But I try to hide it. It was my choice and they’re paying, so I can’t really complain, but I’m complaining. To you. So please don’t say anything. Please.”

“I won’t. But maybe you need to give it more of a chance. You were with Toby the whole first year. So it’s only been one year.”

“I suppose. But I don’t want to. If I’m going to transfer now’s the time to do it, between sophomore and junior year.”

“Where would you go?”

“SUNY Binghamton.” She smiled. “I’ve looked at it, remember. It’s a really good school. Or U Buffalo. Another good school.”

“Jess, I’m not going to have you change your education so I can go to Columbia. Period. End of story.”

“Ben, I’m trying to tell you that’s not the reason. I had 5 dates this past year and got laid twice. Twice. And only because I seduced a married professor. That’s not supposed to happen but it did. He’s a wonderful guy but he loves his wife and his kids. Oh, and there the time I had sex with my roommate. Can’t forget that. I woke up one night and somehow we were in bed together and one thing led to another. But I told her we couldn’t be roommates and lovers both and I liked her as a roommate, so we never did that again.”

“Uh, how was that? With a woman?”

“Well it was different. Certainly different from Toby. It was slower and more gentle and she knew all the right spots. With Toby it was bang-bang, I’m done, now let’s go to sleep. Oh, you didn’t come, well maybe next time.”

“Toby is a selfish ass.”

“I know. Wish I’d figured it out sooner.”

They lapsed into silence. She wondered why she had blurted this out to her brother. It was way more than he needed to know, certainly, if her only motivation was to convince him that she was unhappy with her choice of colleges. It must be my horniness, she thought. I need to keep a lid on it somehow.

She sighed and glanced over at Ben. He was staring straight at the road, lost in his own thoughts. He’s too discrete to ever say anything, she thought. She wondered what motivated him, what was beneath his calm exterior. Could it really be all about baseball and books with him? He’s had girlfriends, certainly. That girl he was dating for a year. What went on between them?

They were now headed downhill and the rain seemed to be thinning. There were no houses along the road, nothing but endless miles of low lava-colonizing shrubs. The land rose on either side of the road, fading into a thick mist. She thought she just maybe she detected a patch of clearing sky in the distance.

“That’s a lot of info, isn’t it Bro. Sorry I laid that on you. In addition to my eternal bitchiness, which is because I’m so horny, if you must know.”

Ben smiled. “You’re an interesting person, Jess. I don’t mind. I love you. You’re amazingly smart and beautiful.”

“Thanks, my sweet Dork.” Jess leaned across the middle console and kissed his cheek. “I wish you weren’t my brother today. I wish you were my date.”

“If I were your date, you never would have told me those things.”

“You’re right, I’d be afraid I’d scare you away.”

Ben glanced quickly at her. Jess was looking vacantly off into the distance, her expression sad and wistful. She took his upper arm and leaned her head against him. Her smell seemed like an intense aphrodisiac; he inhaled deeply. He felt his penis beginning to stir. He knew he was attracted to his sister, had known that for years, although before Jess went to college their age difference was too great for the attraction to matter; when she was away, he could easily suppress the fantasies he had of her, but now? Sitting beside him, holding his arm, was the most beautiful and desirable woman he had ever known, who happened, unfortunately, to be his sister. His penis stiffened and he squirmed in his seat, trying to adjust it in his pants without attracting her attention.

Jess noticed his discomfort and smiled. “Sorry, Bro. Don’t mean to distract you from your driving.” She let go of his arm and moved away.

I guess you’re not the only one who’s horny, he thought. They needed a distraction from this conversation. He ought to be telling her fun facts about natural history, but his mind was suddenly blank, so he let it wander and stared at the road instead. Why did she tell him all that? Was it just another way of trying to get to him, like calling him “Nerd” and “Dork”? If so, it seemed to be working.

The distraction came abruptly. Within the matter of a minutes the skies cleared and the road dried. They looked over a ridge and saw the blue Pacific Ocean stretching off to infinity.

“Hawaii at last!” shouted Jess. “We’re here! It’s beach time!”

Ben raised his palm to her and she slapped it. He smiled. “We need to figure out which beach to go to,” he said. “Search ‘beaches near Kona’ and pick something.”

The road dropped precipitously. Broad dry pastures stretched away on either side of the road. The grass was brown, desiccated. Herds of cattle dotted the hillsides. Jess studied her phone.

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My God, I have to share what happened last week or I’ll bust.

I’m Gregory, all six foot two and 215 pounds of me. I won’t say I’m ripped, because I’m not, but I’m not fat, either. Brown hair, blue eyes, and 20 years old… while girls don’t kill each other to be with me, I do all right.

Two years ago, my father died. My mother was devastated, and spent a long time mourning. Then she seemed to snap back a bit, but definitely wasn’t interested in men. Comparing her to the vibrant, energetic woman of my youth, I’d have to say she was still moping and depressed.

I tried everything I could think of to cheer her up, but nothing really seemed to work. Oh sure, she’d enjoy the concert or circus or whatever, but a few days later she’d be depressed again. I cast around for ideas, and eventually decided to take her on a cruise.

I booked us on a five day cruise to Mexico on the Carnival Elation, sailing out of New Orleans. When I told her about it, she seemed to fight the idea.

“Cruise? Can we afford a cruise?”

It was actually a good question. “We can if we don’t expect a grand suite, or anything. I got us a two-person interior cabin on the Verandah Deck. Cabin V4.” I squirmed a little. “I know it’s a little expensive, but you need to get away.”

She fought against it, but in the end she agreed. I mean, since I’d already paid for it, she didn’t really have a choice. And after a while she started to get excited about cruising to Mexico. I could take it or leave it, really, just as long as it cheered her up.

We arrived at the port around 10 am, giving them time to debark the current boatload of passengers, and then boarded. We weren’t booked in a suite, so we didn’t get preferential treatment, and boarding took time. We actually got on board around 11:30, and headed straight to the Lido deck buffets. Hauling our luggage with us, we found a table and ate lunch while we waited for our cabin to be open.

And by the way, I highly recommend their Drink of the Day… it’s a great way to start the vacation, even before the ship actually left the docks at 4 pm.

We finally were able to get to our cabin around 2:30, deposit our carry-on luggage, and start unpacking our checked bags. We dressed for dinner, me in slacks, shirt, and tie, and mom in a nice and understated black dress.

Let me describe what my mother looks like. She’s a small, oriental woman, 5′ 4″ and 102 pounds, with a metabolism that never seems to add weight. And she’s got that classic, smooth complexion that makes her look even younger than she is. And since she gave birth to me young, at 18, she isn’t even 40 years old, yet.

Seeing us together, nobody would guess we are related… I take after my dad. I’m white, big, and muscular, with no trace of oriental features or coloration, so that’s not really surprising.

We had dinner in the dining room the first night, and it was awesome. The food was better than good, and they treated us really well. If you’ve ever wanted to know how it feels to be really rich, go on a cruise, because they’ll treat you like that. They cater to your every whim, and it is incredible.

We slept well that night, with no trace of sea sickness, each of us in our own twin sized bed. When I woke up, she was already up and out. She told me later that she did some sunning and swimming, as well as enjoying a massage at the spa. We had lunch at the Lido buffet, and then she spent some time in the casino. When dinner rolled around, we hit the main dining room again.

It was a wonderful day. I’d spent it catching up on some reading, but we had seen each other a few times that day. We were taking the opportunity to get away from our normal lives… she called me Gregory, and I called her Ayano. We didn’t know anybody on board, and they didn’t know us. For this trip we were simply traveling companions, not mother and son.

Afterwards, she said she wanted to go to the piano bar, so we did. A waiter showed up at our table pretty quickly holding a tray full of small shot glasses filled with a light-chocolate-colored liquid. “Would you like a Shot of the Day?” he asked, his foreign accent just a little hard to understand.

“What is it?” she asked in reply.

“Slippery Nipples!” the waiter proclaimed proudly.

My eyes widened… I’d never heard of that drink! But mom surprised the hell out of me by ordering one! What’s more, she downed that bad boy in one swallow. She’d had a glass of wine with dinner, and she wasn’t exactly a substantial person, so as the night progressed and she drank four more of the little shots, I started to become concerned. When she started to badger me to dance, I decided it was time for her to sleep it off, but she wouldn’t go.

“One dance,” she insisted drunkenly. Finally I gave in.

And, of course, the pianist chose that moment to go into a soft, slinky, romantic slow number. So we slow-danced. Mom is really quite a good dancer, and we glided around the tiny dance floor, alone in the semi-darkness and lost in the Giresun Escort music. When the song ended, we headed back to the cabin.

Sleep came hard to me as my mother, blasted out of her skull, lay on her twin-sized bed giggling. But I eventually did get to sleep, lying under the thick covers in nothing but my boxers.

I was awakened some indeterminate time later by the unmistakable sensation of a tongue licking my dick. It started down at the base, just above my balls, and licked all the way to the top. Then I felt eager lips nibbling at the tip, and a tiny hand wrap itself around the base. I jerked upwards in surprise, resting my weight on my elbows as I looked down towards the foot of the bed. We’d left the light on in the cabin’s bathroom, with the door mostly closed, so I was able to see a little. And what I saw shocked the Hell out of me!

My mother was crouched on the foot of the bed, kneeling over me with her head in my lap. The blankets had been tossed to one side, and she rested her weight on her hands as she slowly took my cock into her mouth. The sensation was intense, and rendered me speechless for a moment. As she pulled her mouth off me and began nibbling on the side, I managed to find my voice.

“Mom?” I sounded shaken, even to my own ears. She totally ignored me.

She began bouncing her head up and down on my dick, sucking strongly as she did so, and all rational thought fled. God, this felt good!

She kept that up for a few moments, bobbing shallowly up and down while her hand jacked up and down. Then she removed her hand and slowly pushed downward, taking my entire length into her mouth, until her nose was crushed into my pubic hair. Now, I’m not built like a horse, or anything, but my dick is 8 or 9 inches long (I’ve never measured it), which means that about half of it had to be jammed down her throat!

She held that position for a short moment, and then did something amazing. She swallowed.

Yes, I know, most guys say they really want a woman who swallows, but this isn’t what they talk about. It would be, if they’d ever experienced it, but it isn’t. The feeling up and down the length of my dick as her throat muscles rippled was literally indescribable. I gasped and couldn’t keep myself from grabbing her heard and trying to thrust even further down her throat. It took me another moment to realize that she couldn’t breathe with my cock stuffed down her throat, so I let go.

She withdrew until her lips barely enfolded the tip, then took a few deep breaths through her nose, and then dove right back down. That was the pattern as she bobbed down as far as she could go, my fingers tangled into her hair, swallowed once or twice, and then came back up to breathe. I was lost on a rising tide of lust as I felt my orgasm begin to build.

She kept up a steady rhythm as I let the sensations wash over me. I looked downward again, savoring the site of my own mother sucking my dick, and at that moment I began to come. I grabbed her head and thrust into her mouth as far as I could go, and pumped the first of my seed directly down her throat. I pulled out just a little and drove back in, pumping more down into her stomach. Then I released her hair, fell backwards onto the bed, and gasped as the climax overwhelmed me.

Mom handled it like a trooper, withdrawing until only a little was in her mouth and pumping my shaft with her hand as she sucked me dry, swallowing rapidly. When the moment passed and I went limp, she took her mouth off of me and began licking me clean. With my ability to think restored, I was only able to watch her with shock as she gave me one final lick, giggled as she licked her lips, and then put her head on my crotch and closed her eyes. Within a minute, soft snores filled the room. It looked like a very awkward position.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I gently disentangled myself from her and carried her back to bed, tucking her in while doing my dead level best to forget what had just happened.

The next morning dawned early, but I didn’t. I’d lain awake for hours trying to put that incredible experience out of my mind, and didn’t actually wind up sleeping much. I awoke to find an empty room and a note telling me she was at breakfast, and that I should hurry up before the fat pigs on the boat ate it all.

I arrived on the Lido deck and went to the buffet, looking around to find my mother. Her wave caught my attention, and I headed over to her. All I could see of her was her top, which was covered in a light sweater, underneath which I caught a glimpse of a bikini top. I sighed to myself… this was going to be a LONG day.

“I’m mad at you, Gregory,” she said as I sat down with a plate of eggs and bacon. “I wanted to dance last night and you wouldn’t do it.”

After a moment I managed to shut my mouth. She didn’t remember! Thank God for small favors, she didn’t remember sucking my dick. Not surprising, as wasted as she must have been.

“Uhhh…” I stammered, “Sorry?” Giresun Escort Bayan So I’m not the most eloquent man in the universe… sue me. “Maybe tonight.”

She waved her fork in my face. “Definitely tonight.”

When we finished eating, we headed out to the pool… and there my nightmare truly began. First, she was wearing only bikini bottoms, and I got to see her incredible ass swinging from side to side as I followed her topside. Then she took off the sweater, revealing to me exactly how HUGE B-cup breasts look on a woman so tiny. After what had happened the night before, seeing her standing almost naked in front of me caused an instant erection.

I managed to sit down hurriedly, and tossed my towel over my lap, lifting one leg to hide it better. And I watched as she smeared suntan lotion all over her body and lay down.

I’d never thought of my mother in a sexual way… that’s actually kind of sick. But after being sucked off by her, it seemed my mind was obsessed with that tiny, delicious body, and what it might do for me.

Dinner that night was delicious, as normal, and we ended up in the Piano Bar again. She went straight for the shots again, though this time they weren’t Slippery Nipples, instead some kind of crème de menthe based concoction. As she licked her lips clean after each shot, I saw an instant flashback of a similar moment the night before. She continued to drink, if anything sucking back more this time than she had the last!

We did dance again, once, this time to an energetic swing number. I took her back to the cabin, made sure she was tucked in, again giggling to herself. Then I beat a hasty retreat and returned to the Piano Bar. I stayed there until after 2 am, then returned to our cabin. Hesitantly sticking my head into the room, I heard soft snores instead of giggles, so I figured I was safe. I crawled into the bed, clutching the blankets like they could protect me from the sexy vixen in the next bed that used to be my mother.

The third day of the cruise we stopped in Cozumel, Mexico, and my mother went ashore to do some shopping. I stayed on board, and for two reasons. First, I had had too little sleep and too much alcohol the night before, and I was trying to recover. Second, I had seen the skimpy outfit she wore ashore, and I had no desire (or too much?) to chase her around Cozumel with a massive erection. So I stayed behind.

Dinner found me half asleep, and when she dragged me to the club that night, she bullied me into dancing with her quite a lot. I was dressed in casual clothes, but she had on a very short dress that exposed quite a bit of her cleavage. I gulped as she gyrated to the thump of the music, watching her incredibly sexy body move in ways that made my mouth go dry.

She drank a lot, again, this time forgoing the shots in favor of whiskey and cokes. Five of them. Responding to the rather incredible circumstances, I drank two or three more than normal, myself.

Fatigue eventually drove me back to the table, but she stayed on the floor, gyrating with whomever wanted to join her. At one point I saw a gentleman leading her off the dance floor, heading towards the elevators. I hurried over in that direction.

“Ayano,” I called, raising my hand and hurrying over. The man looked peeved and kept hold of her arm as I gently touched her face.

She rolled her head over and looked at me, breaking out into a big smile. “There you are, Gregory!” She pointed in the general direction of the man. “He was going to help me find you, sweetheart.”

I just bet he was, mom. I looked at him and he scowled darkly back at me. I dialed up my own gaze, giving him the one that says “I am bigger than you, and I’ll happily make you swim back!” He backed down, and I escorted my mother back to our cabin.

I was too tired to head back out, so tucked her in as tightly as I could and crawled into my own bed, falling asleep almost before my head hit the pillow. As you might guess, it didn’t last.

I awoke to the sensation of my boxers being pulled over my feet, and then I felt a naked female body pressing against mine. Her tiny fingers clutched my dick, which quickly inflated to full proportions, and she jacked it slowly. Her other hand was spreading some kind of oil over my nipples, moving lovingly from one to the other. Then her lips pressed against mine, and she kissed me hungrily.

I couldn’t help it. I was half asleep, half soused, and a naked woman was jacking me off and kissing me. I kissed her back, just as hungrily. I knew who it was, and the night seemed suspended in a blinding white glare as my blood thrummed in my ears. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I gave up trying to fight it.

The kiss was magical, but not static. Yes, it wiped away thought and awakened a hunger I’d been fighting for two days, but we worked at it. Our jaws opened and close as we kissed, our tongues fighting each other as our hands roamed freely over our bodies.

I’d never felt my mother’s Escort Giresun body, never even imagined doing it, but now my hands ran over her silky skin, finding her breasts, the graceful flow of her neck, and he smooth buttocks. As her hand found my dick again, my found his slit and rubbed the outside gently. As she moaned against my mouth, I realized that her pussy was soaking wet.

For me.

I rubbed her slit more vigorously, and slid one finger into her pussy as I used my tongue to invade her mouth. I moved my finger inside her, gently, and her whimper ignited my lust and fanned it to full life. Suddenly I knew that not only was I going to fuck my own mother, but I fiercely wanted to do it.

I kissed my way down her neck and found her breasts, eagerly sucking one into my mouth. Her free hand clapped to the back of my head as I sucked, her gasp echoing wetly through the room. I sucked her tits as I finger-fucked her pussy, and she panted and moaned with the pleasure I was giving her.

Then her body locked and she gave an extremely high-pitched shriek as she trembled, her legs scissor-locked around my still moving hand. She was moving frantically against me, her free hand clasping my mouth to her nipple with frantic force. Eventually she relaxed, going suddenly from her muscle-locked condition to limp ragdoll in under a second. I figured the night was over, so I withdrew my fingers and returned my lips to hers, kissing her gently, lovingly. My loins still burned, and my dick was positively aching, but if she’d already passed out…

She hadn’t. Her little hand placed itself in the center of my chest and shoved. I tumbled backwards to lie flat on my back, and she climbed on top of me. Her lips found mine, and we kissed eagerly again. I felt her fingers wrap around my dick again, and point it upwards to the ceiling. And then I felt the tip of it nestling snugly against something soft and wet. And then she lowered herself onto me, and I felt my dick slowly surrounded by the sweet softness of my mother’s pussy.

It took her a while to work all of my dick into that little pussy of hers, but she managed it, panting and gasping as I filled her up. And then she just sat there, not really moving, just grinding gently against me. I groaned, mouth open, as she used her pussy muscles to massage my dick. I could dimly see her smiling face above me, white teeth flashing in the night as she fucked her son.

She drew herself upwards, and I felt the incredible sensation as all but the very tip was exposed, until she pushed downwards again and engulfed me with her moist heat. My head was spinning as she pumped her ass up and down on my cock, sliding her lips down until she was sucking on MY nipples.

A long moan escaped me as my hands grabbed her hips and I began to thrust upwards to meet her. I met her frantic thrusts with frantic thrusts of my own, desperately clutching her ass cheeks as I tried to split her in two with my cock.

Her voice echoed through the small cabin, very loud in my ears as she lost my nipple and simply buried her face in my neck.

“Unh, unh, unh, unh,” she panted in my ear in time with our thrusts, and then her muscles locked again as she came. This time she wasn’t silent. The scream started low and throaty, and scaled upwards as her orgasm shook her like a dog with a toy.

It was really, REALLY loud, and I didn’t want anyone to bust in here thinking I was killing my mother, so I grabbed the back of head and forced her mouth to mine. The scream went on, but muffled by our mouths as we frantically kissed.

And then my own orgasm slammed into me, and I thrust as deeply as I could into her pussy, fingers splayed on her naked buttocks as I tried to crush us together, and sent my sperm shooting deep into my mother’s womb. The feeling was overwhelmingly intense, and I lost myself in the sensations for a while.

When I came back to my senses we were still connected, and she was rocking gently on top of my dick as she kissed me softly. After a few moments she tensed up again, coming again as she trembled her way through an orgasm like an aftershock. We continued this way for a while, and I think she had three more orgasms, each smaller and gentler than the last.

Eventually she stopped moving her hips and laid her head on my shoulder, falling swiftly asleep as she snuggled against me. Somehow I managed to get her cleaned up and tucked into her own bed without waking her. I will admit that I stood over her, looking down at her absolutely gorgeous naked body for a long time before finding my own blankets.

The next morning the ship docked in Progreso, and this time I felt much better and accompanied Ayano on her shopping trip. She was still dressed scandalously, but after the previous night I enjoyed the view openly. I even caught a few jealous glances tossed my way, and took them as my due. I was a lucky man.

That night we went drinking again, this time in the karaoke bar. She sang a few songs, but her biggest hit was when she sang “Dark Lady’ by Cher, complete with whistle-producing hip wiggles and gyrations. I, personally, horrified the crowd with an off-key rendition of “Take This Job and Shove It!” Laughing and well-lit, we headed back to the cabin after a thoroughly enjoyable evening of drinking and singing.

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