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My son 18 year old son, Jake, led me into my bedroom without closing the door. As I stood in the middle of the room, not certain of what he wanted, Jake sat on the edge of my bed. He was still naked from his shower. His cock, now completely soft, was still about nine inches long. It hung with his heavy balls between his powerful legs. When he sat on the bed, he leaned back and rested on his elbows. The muscles in his arms rippled as they supported his strong body. I couldn’t help but stare at my son who seemed more like a Greek god than the little boy I gave birth to. I quickly wondered how I could ever stand the sight of his father’s flabby, white body after seeing my son’s tanned, muscular frame.

He smiled as he noticed me staring at him resting back on my bed. He looked me up and down and said, “You don’t look too bad yourself, mom. Why don’t you strip for me and show me what you’re hiding?”

I knew that I had to do it. After he forced me to take his huge cock down my throat and swallow all of his hot cum, I knew that he could easily rip my clothes off if he chose to. But, also, I realized that wanted to do it. I wanted to show my son my body. I wanted to be naked in front of him and get him hard again. I wanted to see his fat cock completely hard and at its full 12 inches again.

I pulled my tshirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. Jake whistled when he saw my huge, soft 40DD boobs in my bra. I then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and pushed them down over my hips. I let them fall to my ankles and kicked them to the side. I stood there in front of my son wearing only my bra and panties. Jake began to massage his long cock as he leered at my body saying, “Keep going. Take everything off.”

I reached behind me and unfastened my bra. I shrugged my shoulders forward and took off my bra, tossing it to the floor. Jake’s eyes went wide when he saw my big boobs released from my bra. He licked his lips and stroked Yeşilköy Escort his cock as he stared at my large, erect nipples standing out before him. I then hooked my thumbs in my panties and pulled them down over my hips. I let them fall to my ankles and kicked them over with my shorts. Jake grinned wide when he saw my tight, shaved pussy. He stared at my pussy for a moment and said, “Now, show me your ass.” I turned around and put my back to him. I looked over my shoulder to see his reaction. He looked over my full ass and wide hips and told me to turn back around.

“Damn, mom. You’ve got it all. A big set of tits for squeezing and sucking, a nice full, round ass for gripping and slapping, and a shaved, little pussy for licking and fucking. Dad obviously doesn’t know what he’s got. Come here and let me get a closer look at you.”

As I stepped closer to the bed, Jake sat up and putting his hands on my hips pulled me closer to him. My big titties were hanging right in his face. He reached up and massaging and squeezed my soft breasts with his big strong hands. I couldn’t help but groan with pleasure when he rubbed and pinched my big, erect nipples.

Jake looked up at me and said, “Hey, mom. Remember the last time I did this?” Then, he pulled one of my nipples to his mouth and licked it hard. His other hand slid around my back and to my full ass. As he sucked my nipple into his mouth, he squeezed and gripped my round ass cheek. He closed his eyes as his other hand moved around to squeeze both of my ass cheeks. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair as his mouth devoured my soft tit flesh. I tingled up and down my spine as my son’s big hands roughly squeezed my ass, spreading the cheeks apart and pulling me into him.

He took my nipple out of his mouth and looked up at me. “Now for the real test.” Jake smiled up at me as he moved one hand around to my crotch Escort Yeşilköy and rubbed his fingers over my shaved mound. “Nice and smooth. I don’t even want to know why you shaved your pussy. I just like it.” I instantly sucked in air as I felt him slide one finger up and down my tight, wet slit. I groaned loudly as I felt him push his finger into my little, hole. My muscles began to flutter and pull on his finger as he slowly pumped it in and out of my hot pussy. “Shit mom. You’ve got a tight little pussy. And it’s so wet. You must be itching for some sex.”

Jake stood up and pulled his finger out of my slit. He turned me around and sat me on the edge of the bed. Pushing me back to lay on the bed, he said, “Well, I think it’s only right that I show my gratitude to what gave birth to me.” He then knelt beside the bed between my spread legs. Pushing my thighs farther apart, he leaned in and licked his tongue up and down my lips. I closed my eyes and moaned out. My hands went to the back of his head as he pushed his tongue into my slit, licking the very entrance to my pussy. I felt my thighs twitch as his mouth found my hard clit and sucked. My back arched and writhed on the bed as my son made love to my pussy with his mouth. I had never before felt such a complete pleasure as that. My prudish husband would never touch my pussy with anything but his little prick, much less suck it with his mouth.

As Jake’s mouth and tongue worked over my clit, he stuck one finger back inside my tight wet slit and pumped it in and out. I panted and gasped as I felt my pussy begin to twitch. My thighs trembled and shook as I groaned out, “Oh yes, baby. Mmmmm. God, this feels good. Oh please, don’t stop. Keep eating me. Keep eating mommy’s pussy.” Jake reached up and squeezed my big tit and pinched my nipple hard. The thrill of it drove me over the edge and I came hard. I felt my pussy convulse and gush as my son Yeşilköy Escort Bayan sucked my clit and quickly pumped his finger in and out of my hot, tight hole.

After my orgasm had subsided and I felt the last flutter of my pussy, I lay on the bed panting and dazed with my eyes closed. I was collapsed and completely spread out on the bed. My spread legs hung over the side of the bed. My big titties were spread out across my chest. And even my arms were spread out on the mattress. I was as sexually fulfilled as I had ever been in my life. And it was my son who had done it for me.

Jake stood up and said, “I’m glad you liked that mom. But, look at what I’ve got.” I opened my eyes and saw him standing beside the bed between my legs. His cock was completely hard again and standing out to it’s full thickness and 12 inch length. His heavy balls hung between his legs and looked as if they were full of sperm again. He bent over and put his hands under my arms and pushed me further up into the middle of the bed.

I watched Jake as he climbed on top of me. I felt his big, hard cock against my thigh as his muscular body lay between my spread legs. As he held himself up on his hands, the muscles of his strong chest and broad shoulders flexed. I ran my hands over his chest and shoulders, loving the feel of his hard flesh against my hands. Jake reached down between us and aimed his swollen cock head against my wet slit. I gasped out loud as I felt him push his thick cock head into my tight hole. My eyes closed and I moaned loudly as my son slowly pushed his big, thick cock all the way into my hot, tight pussy. My hands slid down to his strong ass as he pushed his cock into me.

As I lay there, loving the feel of my pussy spread farther and deeper than ever before, I heard Jake say, “Hey dad. You’re just in time.” I quickly opened my eyes and saw my husband, Jake’s father, standing in the doorway. His eyes and mouth were wide open as he took in the scene of his son in bed with me. Jake’s cock buried in my pussy.

I knew I should say something or try to push Jake off of me, but I was still in ecstasy with the feel of my pussy so full of my son’s cock. I knew I would go along with anything Jake wanted, as long as he was fucking me.

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(Once again thanks for the positive feedback. However, I hate to give away spoilers but…those who are asking about Mom sorry, it doesn’t happen; it’s not like that. This is not a fictional story; everything you have read about “Amy” and me really happened. Sorry to disappoint you.)

While Amy was busy taking (another) shower, I threw her sheets and pillowcases in the washer and wiped down her headboard. I wonder to this day if our Mom wondered where her laundry detergent and fabric softener went. I didn’t bother with a shower; I just wiped down my nether regions with soap, warm water, and a washcloth (which I threw in the washer with the other stuff). If anyone asked, I could always use the excuse that I was working out downstairs and was just too lazy to take a shower.

At around 2:45 Amy and I put the sheets (and washcloth) in the dryer. Our parents wouldn’t get home for at least 3 more hours. This left plenty of time for some heart-to-heart conversation about what had gone on between us the last 24 hours.

“Amy, let’s not wait til tonight to talk about what’s happened. Mom and Dad won’t be home til 6; that leaves us plenty of time to talk. I mean, I’m dying to know why; I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“Okay, let’s go downstairs and sit on the couch.”

“Let’s go.”

We sat on the couch together, then she lay down and put her head in my lap. Her hair was still damp from the shower. She had on her bathrobe; I had on boxers and a wife-beater.

“Andy, what do you want to know.”

“Why? What happened in the last 24 hours? I mean, we’re brother and sister, right? We’re not supposed to be fucking each other. We are brother and sister, right?”

“Of course we are, dumbass! I barely remember it, but I remember the day they brought you home from the hospital. It’s one of my earliest memories.”

“Well, if we’re really brother and sister, then why have we been doing what we’ve been doing?”

“Well, you’re attracted to me, right? You sure seem to get hard with me pretty easily.”

“Yeah! You’re sexy as fuck! I mean, you’re better in bed than anyone I’ve ever been with! But it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re related to me.”

“True. But you don’t plan on marrying me, right? You don’t want me to have your children, do you? I figure as long as we keep this undercover and don’t let ANYONE know; that includes telling your little high-school buddies, Andy; then what’s the harm in a little sex? I mean, I know you as well as anyone and you know me as well as anyone. So the trust factor isn’t an issue.”

“But don’t you think it’s wrong? I mean, if it was so normal, wouldn’t everyone be doing it?”

“I think it’s a lot more common than you might think. One of my sorority sisters, Jamie, has been sleeping with her brother since she was 16 and he was 17. I’m the only person she’s told; she’d kill me if she found out I told you. Anyway, she’s now 22 and he’s 23, and they’re as normal and well-adjusted as anyone I know. In fact, her brother is engaged.”

“Engaged? But he’s still having sex with somebody besides his fiance!”

“Yeah, but she said something to me that makes perfect sense when you think about it. She said that there will never be a threat of him leaving his fiance for his sister, so as long as he loves her, he’ll never cheat on her with another woman.”

“Does his fiance know he sleeps with his sister?”

“Oh, yeah. He told her a couple of months after they started dating. She kind of freaked out at first, but he got Jamie to come over and talk to her. She just explained to her the situation and that she shouldn’t feel threatened by her, since he wasn’t going to leave her or anything. Oh, and before you can say anything, no they don’t have threesomes, so get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Darn. I was hoping.”

“Typical male.”

“But you still haven’t answered my question from earlier. When did you decide that you were sexually attracted to me? Why am I just now finding this out?”

“Oh, babe, I’ve thought you were hot for the longest. I mean, think about it. You’re a Virgo. I’m a Capricorn. We’re the perfect sexual match for our signs; I think you’ve figured that out too. You play sports; I play sports. We both like the same music. We never really argued or fought that much when we were kids. You know, you’re really a good-looking guy. Not supermodel hot, mind you, but those guys are way too vain for me anyway.”

“Well, thanks, I think. Yeah, you’re pretty hot, too, you know. You’re a smart-ass like me, and you’ve Yakuplu Escort got a good head on your shoulders, unlike a lot of girls your age. You’re right about how similar we are, though. A lot of times siblings go out of their way to be different from each other. We never did that, did we.”

“So do you have a problem with what we’re doing? If you do, we can stop and pretend like it never happened.”

“No, I don’t have a problem with it; I’m just terrified that someone will find out, especially Mom and Dad. And what if you happen to get pregnant?”

“Look, I’m not getting pregnant. The pill is 99.9% effective; if I do, then, well, I guess we’ll have to deal with that situation; but it’s not gonna happen, alright? And how would anyone find out? No one’s here watching us. Besides, the only person I might tell is Jamie, because she’s in the same boat.”

“But what’ll I tell Jenny?”

“I don’t think you’d wanna tell her; I don’t think a high-school girl could handle it. But think about it from your side; you’d be getting ass from 2 hot-ass girls, but people would only know about one.”

“But Amy, it’s so wrong.”

She looked up at me, “But it’s so right.” She then sat up and scooted over to me; we started kissing and with that my erection started up again (pun intended). I put her hand on my hard-on.

“See what you do to me, Amy?”

“I see; your dick loves me as much as I love him. But you know we can’t do anything. Mom and Dad’ll be home soon. We can’t chance it. I do have an idea how we can spend the night together, though.”

“What do you have planned, me lovely?”

“It’s a secret. You’ll find out at dinner, the same time they will.”

“I hate you.”

“I LOVE you!”

“You don’t love me, you just love my doggiestyle.”

“We haven’t tried that yet.”

For the second time that day I almost came in my pants at her suggestive talking.

Right on cue our parents came home about 6 P.M.; since they carpooled, they always arrived home together. They usually alternated cooking; Mom Monday, Dad Tuesday, etc. Tonight (Friday) was Dad’s turn; Spaghetti and meatballs (yum!).

About halfway through dinner, Amy told us her plan. “Hey, guys, um, Beth is having a party tonight, kind of a going back-to-school thing. Would it be alright if I brought Andy along? I know he’s not 21, but you always told us that we were going to drink anyway and just make sure to call you if we needed a ride home. You did that for me a couple of times, remember? Dad drove me home and Mom drove my car home. We’re probably going to stay the night at Beth’s parents’ house anyway, so that wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Where are Beth’s parents?” asked Mom.

“Hilton Head.”

“Do they know about this party?”

“Probably not.”

“I don’t know, Amy.”

“Dad, please? You know how much Mom worries. We’re not gonna drive home. We’ll crash at her house. Please?”

Dad answered, “Amy, you know Andy is only 18. What if something happened to him?”

(Meanwhile, I’m slurping spaghetti in silence)

“Like what? I told you we’re not driving.”

“What if he drank too much? What if he got sick?”

“Dad, I’m his big sister. You know I won’t let that happen.”

“Alright, but be careful. If you need anything, call us, okay?”

“Okay, Dad.” What a Daddy’s girl.

Mom said to me, “Andy, now you be careful. We’re doing this as a favor to you and your sister, okay? We trust you. Don’t dissapoint us.”

“I won’t, Mom.”

After dinner, I told our parents that Amy and I would be doing dishes as gratitude for letting us go out; Amy actually agreed with me this time. They went to the living room to watch T.V., and Amy and I retreated to the kitchen to do the dishes. I still didn’t know the full extent of her plan.

“Amy,” I said with 2 hands full of suds, “are we really going to a party at Beth’s house?”

“No, silly, her parents are home.”

“So they’re not in Hilton Head?”

“Of course not. I just told them that so they wouldn’t get suspicious of us spending the night together.”

“Yeah, how are we going to spend the night together?”

“By getting a hotel room.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. You know I have to go back to Athens on Sunday, and school starts back up for you, too, so I figured this is our only chance to be alone together until then. You know very well we can’t have sex here, especially now that it’s the weekend and they’ll be home all day.”

“But I’ll have to pay you back Escort Yakuplu the money…”

“Don’t worry about the money. I was supposed to be down in Panama City, remember? I have a couple hundred dollars that I’m not using. Besides, I’m getting more ass than if I was down there, anyway. All those frat boys get old after awhile.”

“Where did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking about down in Buckhead. The Swissotel down there is really nice; we had our prom there.”

“Isn’t that place expensive?”

“Only $75 a night. I got a deal over the phone.”

“You mean you already set it up? What if Mom and Dad had said no?”

“I would’ve just eaten the $75. Maybe go down there anyway with a couple of girlfriends and go bar-hopping. I don’t really know. Besides, I knew they’d say yes anyway.”

“So when are we leaving?”

“As soon as we’re done here. Just bring your toothbrush. We’ll just wear the same clothes tomorrow as we wore tonight, so it looks like we crashed at Beth’s house.”

“I’m gonna take a quickie shower, though. No more than 5 minutes.”

“Hurry up. I’ll finish here.”

About 8:30, we left. We said goodbye to our parents; as we were leaving Mom said, “Please be careful.” We both repiled, “We will, Mom. Bye.”

For those who don’t know, Buckhead is Atlanta’s answer to Beverly Hills; lots of $$$$, along with the city’s best restaurants, stores, and hotels. The Swissotel is smack dab in the center of it all. It’s about 15 miles from our parents’ house. We got there around 9 P.M. After the valet parked the car, Amy went inside by herself to check in; it would look suspicious for me to go with her, since I looked all of 16. After she checked in, she came back out and I then followed her in and towards the elevators. Our room; 8th floor, room 818.

This time, we were a little slower and more deliberate at first than we were earlier that afternoon. We did make out quite extensively in the elevator on the way up, but we waited unitl we got to our room to get really into it. We did take the time to turn on a few lights; being that this was a very upscale hotel, the lights had dimmers on them; very nice. Needless to say, we set the mood.

I thought I’d go the romantic route this time, so I unbuttoned her shirt for her. As I pulled it open, I noticed.

“Braless again, I see.”

“You know it.”

I pulled her shirt off, then unbuttoned her pants and pulled down her zipper. I lowered them over her hips and down her legs; when I reached her ankles, she lifted her feet so I could pull them off all the way. Then I did the usual (for us) and threw them casually on the floor. I was on my knees, and she was standing in front of me, naked except for her baby blue thong.

I thought I’d go the teasing route this time as well, so I ran my fingers underneath the waistband of her thong, slowly. It tickled her a little bit, because I could see the goosebumps forming. I leaned over and kissed her belly, just below her navel, flicking my tongue out ever so slowly.

“Oh, God, Andy, that feels so fucking good.”

I didn’t say a word; I just kissed her lower and lower until I reached the top of her thong. Then I grabbed both sides and pulled it down slowly, all the way down; she did the same thing with her ankles as she did with her pants (I tossed them aside, as well). I started kissing around her hip bones, then I ever so gently kissed and licked my way over to her pussy.

“Andy, please fuck me now! I’m going crazy here!”

“Not yet. I wanna see how many I times I can make you come. Lay down.”

So she did. I spread her legs a bit and went to work, doing my cherrio trick, pressing down on her clit, the whole nine yards. It took maybe 5 minutes before she came.

“Oh my God that was good. Stand up on the bed.”

I stood up. She sat up, got on her knees, and pulled my pants down (in 1997 guys wore baggy jeans; the were easy to pull off). My dick, always hard in her presence, stood up and saluted her. She wasted no time in going to work on me (don’t standing-up blowjobs feel good?). I loved the fact then when she was sucking me, she looked at up at me and winked. I loved the popping sound whenever she pulled her mouth back. I loved when she licked the tip. I loved when she jerked me while sucking. I loved it all.

She gave me head for a few more minutes, then pulled back. “Do me from behind. We haven’t done that yet.”

She got on her hands and knees facing the side of the bed. I kneeled behind her Yakuplu Escort Bayan and guided my dick into her. I’m not lying when I say this girl gets wetter than anyone I have ever seen; it makes it easier to get it in. I grabbed her hips and slowly started thrusting into her.

“Hey, Amy, look. There’s a mirror over the dresser. We can see everything.”

“No shit. Why do you think I faced this way?”

“Oh my God, you fucking rule.”

“Thank you. Now shut up and fuck me.”

I picked up the pace on my thrusts, going deeper every time. Every time I thrust, my pelvic area would audibly slap her ass. Everytime my body slapped her ass, her ass cheeks would ripple up towards her hips. You know me, being a visual ass man; it’s my favorite thing in the world to see that. We both looked into the mirror; I think she liked watching her ass, too.

Faster; “SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.” She actually started moving her body back into mine every time I thrust; I’m really fucking the shit out of her, I thought to myself. I was now the only one watching the mirror; her face was now down on the bed.

Her ass cheeks kept rippling. I kept thrusting; no, I was past thrusting. I was pounding.

“Oh God! OH MY GOD! ANDY!”

I felt her shake and quiver in my hands; she stopped moving her body back into mine; I didn’t stop, though.

“That’s two!”

She could barely catch her breath. “Oh my God, that was the best one yet! You’re amazing!”

“Would you get on top? I love when you ride me.”

“Forwards or backwards?”

“Forwards. I wanna look at you.”

I pulled out of her and lay on my back. She straddled me and sat on my dick; she didn’t even need her hand to guide me in. She sat up and put her hands on my stomach. She started moving up and down, up and down, lifting her hips off me every time she went up.

It was now her turn to fuck the shit out of me; every time she came down her ass made the same slapping sound against my legs as it did when I was fucking her from behind. Once again I felt her pussy contract and quiver. She closed her eyes and whimpered; I think she was just too spent to say anything…

“Number three!”

“Yeah,” she sighed, “Andy, please come for me now.”

“Almost.” Ten seconds later, “Oh, Amy, I’m gonna come!”

With that, she hopped off me, kneeled in between my legs, and started jerking me off. About 10 strokes and I came about 2 feet in the air, most of it landing on my chest this time, although some got on her arm and hand.

“Damn, baby, that is so fucking hot.”

All I could say was “OOOGH!”

She kept stroking me until I could come no more. After the last drops oozed out, she gently rubbed the tip of her thumb along the head, rubbing around the little bit on there.

“I fucking love watching you come. It’s so hot to see a guy shoot his load.”

“I love it when you jerk me off.”

“From now on, whenever you’re gonna come, I want to jack you off, okay?”

“No problem!”

“Shower time?”

“Definitely.”

We showered together, washing each others’ backs (and backsides). No sex, though; Amy disliked shower sex as much as I do. We did kiss quite a bit, though.

It was a little after 11 P.M. when we both crawled into bed (naked, by the way). We had planned on raiding the mini-bar and watching movies, but we were both too worn out and basically passed out soon after, laying on our left sides with my arm around her. We slept in until around 9 A.M.

Amazingly, I once again woke up with a huge morning hard-on; maybe because Amy had her hand on it and was slowly stroking it.

“Damn, boy, does this thing ever sleep?”

“Not as long as you’re around.”

“Wanna fuck?”

“What do you think?”

We did it pretty slowly this time, missionary-style, although we did look into each other’s eyes and kiss quite a bit. I didn’t thrust; we just kind of moved with each other’s rhythm; whenever I was in all the way, she would move her hips and body up against mine, pressing my dick against her g-spot. She had another quiet sighing orgasm, dug her fingernails into my back and pulled my body tighter onto hers.

“Come for me baby. I want to jack you off all over my tits.”

I was more than happy to oblige. About 30 seconds later I pulled out and she did what she had done our first time; stroked me off all over her chest and belly. I could be wrong, but she might have had a small orgasm from the cum hitting her chest. I don’t know for sure; I’ve never asked.

We didn’t bother with a shower this time; we just used soap, warm water, and a washcloth. Check out time was at 11 A.M. It was now 10 A.M. We spent the next hour laying in bed wrapped in each other’s arms, watching Saturday morning cartoons.

We still had a day and a half together; how would we spend them?

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Snowy days dot my memory. Seminal events in my life seemed to play out with a white background. I looked out at the rounded mounds in the back yard while thinking about my mother. Even her name sounded round to me; Robin…Robin Owen. Everything about her form spoke of roundness… places for the eye to rest… places for the hand to glide over and caress. I wasn’t supposed to notice of course because she was my mother. No… not much.

I laughed to myself as my mind flew into a poetic flight of fanciful amusement. I imagined that her breasts were moons of snow, capped by strawberries and that anyplace my mouth touched would taste like vanilla ice cream. Most of the time my thoughts about her couldn’t be deemed poetry.

That she looked good was pointed out to me many times when I attended the middle school where she taught. The kids knew her as Miss Owen, and most didn’t think we were related because my name’s Tom Owen Blanco. She had gone back to her maiden name when she started teaching. More than once I had to say, “Shut up that’s my mother” to guys who wanted to rhapsodize about her looks with me.

It never seemed to bother my brother Paul who was a year older than I was. We had different friends and we probably fought less than most brothers but we really weren’t close. I guess I was jealous of him and he was indifferent to me. I loved it when he wasn’t home and it was just mom and me because then I would be the one who took care of her after school.

By that time she seemed always tired and down. I remember that she was a good cook, but for five years we hadn’t had a meal that didn’t come from a can, a box, or the microwave. She took some kind of pill or other all the time and her answer to almost everything was,”Okay… take a jacket.” If I said I wasn’t coming home at night because I was staying at a friend’s or I said I was going to drown myself in the river, I could expect, “Okay… take a jacket.”

She came home physically and emotionally exhausted and what she wanted most was a massage on her legs or her arms or her back. Many times she fell asleep while she was being rubbed. I became intimately familiar with her skin… the creamy smoothness… the supple curves of her calves and thighs… the smell of… her. Sometimes I would bring my face close to inhale her; it was a musky lemony fragrance I’d never encountered.

She was then only thirty-one, and thirty-five when I graduated high school. She had a young face and could have passed for a woman in her twenties. When we all went out together, to the casual observer, she could have been our sister.

Her young marriage had lasted three years. Early on she dated occasionally but she never had a boyfriend that I knew of for more than a few months. As we got older, she was open and honest with us and never minced words. When I asked her how come she didn’t date more she said, “I don’t seem to find the kind of men I want spend time with… it’s all small talk and games… there aren’t any white-knights out there… forget it, I’d rather stay home… and sex isn’t that big a deal for me.”

That’s a sentence that doesn’t compute for an adolescent male. Sex isn’t a big deal? At that time, in my testosterony fog, it was the only deal. Women’s bodies… faces… legs… they crowded out just about every thought. My mother’s was no exception. Especially when I found out.

The snow was coming down in chunks the day I saw her naked breasts. They weren’t where I wanted them to be. I had come home early when band practice was cancelled and went behind the house to see what I thought of as the ‘Winter Wonderland.’ That’s when each branch has a thick coat of white on it and everything is still. I passed by a window and Paul and my mother were kissing. They weren’t only kissing… mom’s dress was down to her waist and her tit was in Paul’s hand.

I watched in frozen fascination as he felt the tits I had fantasized over. The nipples looked big from where I stood and the youthful form of her breasts awed me. My brother brought my mother’s nipple to his lips and started sucking on it. She just sat there almost immobile, staring off as he fondled her. He took her hand and tried to put it on his crotch but she took it off obviously saying “No.” I was frozen and if they weren’t so occupied I’m sure they would have seen me.

I walked for an hour in the cold, shaking. I was upset and by the time I got home, I knew why. It wasn’t complicated; I wanted it to be me… kissing her… touching her.

That evening was surreal… because everything was so normal. They were both exactly the way they always were. So how long had that stuff been going on between them… how far had they gone… how could I have not known? Those were three of a thousand questions. It seemed like I came all night thinking about what I saw.

When I got up the nerve to tell Paul what I saw he sort of smiled and said, “Old Robin has a great rack doesn’t she?” She did, but I didn’t like the way he said it. I also didn’t like that he always called her Yalı Escort Robin.

I pressed him to tell me how it started and he said, “I don’t know… one day I was rubbing her legs while she was laying on the couch you know… and I just kept going over her ass you know? And she said, ‘why did you do that?’ and I said, ‘I wanted to’… and she didn’t say anything else so I kept doing it…you know?” Paul didn’t think any sentence was complete without saying two or three times, ‘you know?’

He told me that he started kissing her and touching her whenever he felt like it and she let him. I couldn’t understand the ‘why’ of any of it and was almost afraid to ask what was really on my mind… but I did. “Did you…?” I almost said ‘you know’.

He knew, and he said before I finished the sentence, “Naw… she won’t let me screw her… but I’m working on it… you know?” I could have smacked him for that last one but that wasn’t our way.

It took me days to digest it all and the best I could come up with was, maybe the pills… maybe she was lonely… maybe he was just taking advantage of my mother. That’s how I started thinking about her; mine not his… I decided that Paul didn’t really care about her.

My dreams or fantasies or nightmares, I wasn’t sure which, had the three of us in combinations that woke me up red faced… and sometimes sticky. My complicity in using her was disturbing to me even in a dream. Her mouth on him… on me… her legs spread… cocks finding their way into all her holes… pearly white by the corners of her lips… white on her breasts… white inside her.

When Christmas vacation rolled around, Paul stayed at college and for the first two days I debated calling him… or a doctor. My mother slept most of time in her clothes. She hardly ate or talked. I wondered how she had been functioning at school. I tried to get her to go to a movie or take a walk but she just wanted to stay in. Finally I told her that I was worried about her and I begged her to cut back on the pills. Finally she agreed, “Okay baby… for you… ” It took a couple of days but she did come back to some semblance of alertness.

One morning after forcing her to have breakfast with me I said, “Mom, I know what you do with Paul… I don’t know why.”

She didn’t blanch or get flustered; she just stared into the milk that was left in the cereal bowl and said slowly, “Oh… that’s nothing Tommy… Paul just likes to kiss… and it’s no big deal.”

“Mom, I know it’s not a big deal to him because it’s just a kick for him… but it should be a big deal… you should love somebody… it would be a big deal to me… a very big deal.”

“Oh sweetie” she said, “Is that what this is about?” She saw the answer in my face and she laughed and said, “You can kiss me too baby… it’s okay.”

I was torn. I wanted to go over to her but a part of me asked if she even knew what she was doing. I guess it’s not surprising which part of me responded. She sat on the stool at the breakfast bar and I walked up to her and kissed her with the kiss I had I been waiting to give her for… forever. My mother offered no resistance and kissed me back putting her arms around my neck and her soft tongue in my mouth.

We might have kissed until doomsday if the overwhelming urge to touch her didn’t move my hand. I reached into the robe and slid the bra strap off her shoulder taking the cup down in one motion. I lifted my mother’s heavy breast and pressed the nipple between my nervous fingers as I continued the kiss. I fondled and massaged the big tit, running my hand along the surprising up-tilt curve considering how full it was. I ran my fingertips down the top until my nails stimulated the nipple. Her response elongated the rubbery tip. She put her hand over my hardening bulge and held me in a warm caress.

I was afraid to take my lips off hers because I thought the world might end or worse, she’d never let me kiss or touch her again. I wanted to tell her I loved her but I didn’t want to stop kissing her. If nothing better would ever happen to me I thought I could live off that moment. Whatever happened later, shame… anger… recriminations… I still would know that I kissed her and she kissed me back.

I was afraid to take the initiative but my mother stood and took off her robe. She pulled the remaining shoulder strap down and her second perfect breast was exposed. I was tongue-tied and mom said nothing. With a half smile she stripped me and pulled down her bridal-white panties. She turned and held the breakfast bar and I was mesmerized by the full round globes of her ass.

I wasn’t sure if she was showing me or inviting me. I knew she had stopped Paul so why would she let me? I was nervous enough to shatter the silence with my stupid question, “Can I be in you, mom?”

The only word my mother would utter came out then. “Yes.” She said.

As I clumsily tried to enter her, my mother reached through her legs to direct my stiff pole into her pussy. I Escort Yalı slid in past the wet lips and pushed up in short strokes as more of my cock disappeared into the opening of my wild imaginings. I said, “Mom… mom… mom… ” as I felt myself move deeper between my mother’s legs. I heard her grunt as the last few inches of my cock filled her and my balls rested on her ass.

She made “Mmmmm… ” sounds as she ground and pushed and shook her ass into me. She reached under and both of us moaned louder when she took my balls in her hand and massaged them. As I almost involuntarily began stroking into her pussy she put her hand back on the bar for balance.

I told her, “I wanted to do this for so long mama… to touch you and kiss you… and be in your pussy.” She didn’t respond verbally but did increase her pushing back to meet my thrusts into her. I was inside my mother’s pussy and each stoke notched me up higher. Her soft flesh gloved my hard flesh and when I stayed in her so deep and still, I couldn’t tell which was which.

I wanted to hear her tell me how good it felt to have my cock in her; I took consolation in her soft moans. After stroking my full length into her from a few different angles, I heard her taking quick short breaths and then a high pitched closed mouthed sound came out announcing what I thought must be her orgasm.

It was just fortunate timing because there was nothing I could have done to stop from coming at that moment anyway. I gave her a few long hard thrusts and then I released a burst of cum into my mother’s pussy and held on to her hips for dear life. It was the first time I came inside a woman and the woman was my mother and my legs shook as stream followed stream into my mama’s belly.

As I finished I wrapped her in my arms and stayed inside her pussy as long as I could. I kissed her back and neck and told her I loved her. When she didn’t respond I began to wonder what she was going to do. High on my list was kill me… scream… accuse me of … God no… I would never hurt her… I didn’t force her… did I? I panicked and she must have heard in my voices as I began squeezing her shoulders and arms saying, Mom… mom… mom…?”

She turned and I came out of her and she said, “It’s okay honey… it’s okay.” She kissed me and put her hand on my wet dick burying her face in my neck. I was relieved. She took her robe and hurriedly went into the bathroom. I heard the tub filling and I stood at the door for about ten minutes listening to sounds of her preparing and entering the bath.

I was still nervous and worried and about a thousand other words when I knocked on the door. She told me to come in and I didn’t know if I should look or not look, as she lay naked in the bath. “Mom I… ” was all I could manage and she told me to come sit by her. I sat on the rug and she smiled as she ran her hand over my hair.

“Sweetheart… were you a virgin before we… made love?” I nodded ‘yes’. “Oh God… ” she breathed out. “I hope I didn’t spoil something that should be special for a young man.”

“Mom, ” I said disbelieving. “I was inside you… inside my mother who I love and want… what could be more special than that?” She reached with a wet hand and touched my face as she stretched to kiss me. “Thank you honey” she said.

“I’m glad it was you mom.” I said.

“I’m glad too baby… you make me feel proud that I was your first woman.”

I kneeled; she sat back and I kissed her slippery wet lips. I licked the moisture on them and around them. I kissed her hard and soft and then hard again. The tips of our tongues touched and then mated.

I reached into the warm water and took her buoyant breast into my hand. It was heavy and slick at the same time. As the kiss continued I slid down her shiny belly to the pussy that had been the genesis of my life and my sex life. I massaged and searched for the mysterious point of pleasure. My mother took my finger and pressed it to her clit. She responded strongly as my finger exposed the nub from under the hood.

Her pussy… those are only words… but I had her wet folds between my fingers… I had her sensitive clit at the end of my fingertip… I could feel the walls that my cock had slid against as I explored inside her.

Mom broke the kiss and said, “I don’t know if we should be making this a habit… I don’t think people would approve of what we did.”

“Do you approve mom?” I asked.

“Yes sweetheart … I do… but I just don’t know if this is the best thing right now for you… or for me.”

“Mom,” I asked, “How come you let me… and you didn’t let Paul?”

“I don’t know baby… you made me feel something that I haven’t felt for a long time… you made me feel loved and you made me feel cared for… I still have to sort this all out… ” She gently took my hand from her pussy and kissed it saying “… and until I do… out you go.”

I went to kiss her again and she laughed and said, “Now you be good… you let momma finish her Yalı Escort Bayan bath and I’ll see you later.” I left with the possibility of having sex with her forever, or possibly never again – and a definite hard-on.

That night mom and I were watching Ken Russell’s Lair of the White Worm. I leaned over and kissed her. She was alert and said, “Oh Tommy I don’t know… ”

I whispered to her, “Just one kiss for the boy who loves you.” She smiled with pursed lips and held up one finger. Our feelings took concrete form in the shape of a kiss. I made the kiss last five minutes and put my hand in her top. Mom helped me along by gently rubbing over my cock. I listened to the up and down sounds of her hand on fabric co-mingle with her soft moans in my mouth. When the kiss ended I said, “Come to my room mom… please… I need to make love to you.”

” Oh Jesus” was all she said as I took her hand and led her from the couch to my bedroom. We left the movie on.

I loved my mother’s tongue. It slid and prodded and played with mine, which is why I kissed her so much. It was restful in her arms and I was more experienced in making out than in making love but I was hoping mom would help equalize the balance. I took her top down and unhooked her bra. I took both tits in my hands and playfully sucked each nipple with a loud popping sound. Mom tapped me on the head with a giggle. She got serious and said in my ear, “Take off your pants and let me suck you.”

I’d been in two girls mouths but never came. The prospect of my cock in my mother’s mouth was exhilarating. I stood before her as she sat on the bed naked from the waist up. She brought me close with her hands behind my ass. Her mouth opened wide as she accepted me. I’d fantasized it before… I once saw a video of a mother taking her son’s cock into her mouth and sucking him until his chalky release was all over her lips and chin; it sent me to the sky. But this was my mother… this was me… and her lips were on my cock… her tongue was on my cock… my mother was sucking me. I had to control myself because I would have come that instant if I had one more thought like that.

I felt as hard as a tire iron in my mother’s mouth as she worked her way up and down the shaft. After a couple of minutes of sucking, she pulled back a bit to look up at me and a silver thread of saliva still connected the tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock. I was so stiff I couldn’t see straight. I though maybe even my soft contacts had gone hard.

When she was satisfied that I was aroused to the point of insanity she licked my cock from the base to the tip and then mercifully returned it to the warm confines of her mouth. The excruciating pleasure continued as she held me and sucked me… every so often her hand weighing, caressing, and fondling my balls.

I knew I was looking at a sight that not many guys had witnessed. Their mother sitting in bed with her breasts exposed and her son’s hard cock moving in and out of her mouth… licking… sucking… tonguing… massaging him with her hands. I was as swollen as I could remember and I was filling my mother’s mouth with my meat.

How long could I go without exploding when it was my mom doing all those things to me? That was when I started to worry… what should I do when I actually come? Should I pull out… maybe that would get cum all over her face and hair? Should I turn away… should I jerk it… should I…?”

My mother must have realized how close I was and she made it easy when she said, “Come in my mouth baby… come in momma’s mouth.” That was all I had to hear. I did what she told me.

I started to come… I started to moan… I started to yell… I stopped myself before it got out of hand but not before the noise got out of my mouth and not before the cum got into my mother’s mouth… the streams of cum… God… the streams of cum… one after the other… in her mouth… in my mother’s mouth… again… oh again… still sucking… she was still sucking… oh… oh… oh… oh… God… nothing could feel that good… nothing…nothing… nothing…

When I caught my breath, I looked at her sweet smiling face and wanted nothing more than to make her come. I wanted my mother to feel in her pussy what she had made me feel. I practically threw her back on the bed and pulled her panties off. I went down on her.

She spread her legs and I sucked in the soft lips and then licked up and down the opening. I put my tongue into her and sampled the moisture that had formed into fine droplets. I liked the taste of the first woman I had taken into my mouth; it made me hungry for all of her.

As I ate my mother’s pussy she was stroking my hair and making soft sounds but after a while she said, “Honey it’s not a big deal if I don’t come… I don’t always and it’s not that important.” I told her it was important to me. She directed my inexperienced tongue to tease and stimulate her clit until I was doing things to her that had her gyrating and climbing.

I was sucking the swollen nub and licking it when she pulled my hair and arched her back; I knew she was about to come. She made a few quick small noises and her back stayed in a high arch as her pussy pushed against my lips and mouth. She exhaled and smiled at me saying, “That was nice baby.”

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Becky and Ellen have lesbian sex with Lauren while Jack watches.

Continued from Chapter 05:

“If only Becky wasn’t lesbian, I’d loved to feel her tits while fingering her nipples,” said Jack obviously sexually excited from seeing sexy photos of Becky in various colors and styles of bras and panties, topless, and naked.

As if asking her permission to continue verbalizing his sexual lust for her daughter, he looked at Lauren as if waiting for her to chastise him. Then, when she didn’t, he continued his sexually inappropriate monologue to his girlfriend about her sexy albeit lesbian daughter. Only, this time taking more liberties by getting more sexually and graphically explicit, he escalated his forbidden, sexual lust for Becky.

“If only she wasn’t lesbian, I’d love to feel her naked ass, squeeze her naked ass, and slap her naked ass. If only she wasn’t lesbian, I’d love to feel her tits and suck her nipples while fingering her pussy. If only she wasn’t lesbian, I’d love to fuck your daughter, Lauren. If only she wasn’t lesbian, I’d love Becky to give me a blowjob. I’d love her to suck my cock while stroking my prick. I’d love to cum in your daughter’s mouth in the way that I’m about to cum in her your mouth, her mother’s mouth,” said Jack.

He stared at Lauren with out of control sexual excitement for her daughter. As if her head was Becky’s brunette, pretty head, he put a heavy hand behind her mother’s blonde, pretty head. Yet, after seeing photos of Becky and of her lesbian lover, Ellen in their bras and panties, topless, and naked, Lauren was just as sexually aroused as Jack was sexually excited.

As if her head was his portable pleasure machine, he pulled Lauren’s head closer to him. He impaled her mouth with the entire length of his hard, erect prick. With them both sexually turned on from seeing sexy photos of Becky and Ellen, she stroked him faster while sucking him harder and deeper. She wanted him to cum in her mouth as much as he obviously wanted to cum in her mouth.

Deep throating him and giving him the best blowjob that he ever had, he humped his hips back and forth. As if her mouth was his glory hole and indeed it was, he humped her mouth while fucking her face. Obviously, she was enjoying sucking his cock as much as he was enjoying her sucking his cock. With them both on the same, sexual page, they were both sexually excited over the prospects of having sex with not only Lauren’s daughter but also with Becky’s lesbian lover.

“Did you forget, Jack, or were you not listening,” she said temporarily removing his cock from her mouth to speak? “They’re not lesbian, they’re bi-sexual. They have sex with men and with women,” said Lauren while suggestively staring up at him with her big, blue eyes.

Pulling her head to him and quieting her by putting her mouth where it belonged, on his cock, he put a heavy hand to the back of her head again while impaling her mouth with his erect prick. He continued humping her mouth and fucking her face while she continued stroking him faster and sucking him deeper. Determined to get him to cum, it was only a matter of a few moments before he ejaculated his cum in her mouth.

“Suck me, Lauren. Suck me. Suck my cock. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth while pretending I’m cumming in Becky’s mouth. Blow me, baby. Blow me. Almost there, I’m nearly ready to cum,” he said holding her head in both of his hands.

He put his head back and thrusting his hips forward while Lauren sucked him harder. She sucked him deeper. She stroked him faster. She continued stroking him while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes. Then, something he loved to see, she removed his cock from her mouth and licked his cock to tease him and to show him that she was sucking his cock.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, my God,” he said. “Fuck! Suck my cock, Becky. Suck my cock,” he said not only disrespecting her daughter but also disrespecting Lauren. He looked down at Becky’s mother with lust and sexual desire for daughter as much for mother. “I’m going to cum. Lauren, I’m going to cum.

Lauren sucked his cock as if she was her daughter sucking his stiff prick. Then, as if he was saving his cum for this very moment, he exploded a huge volume of warm, oozy cum in her mouth. More cum than he had ejaculated in her mouth before, she had his cum leaking out from both sides of her mouth and dripping down her chin. Obviously, sexually excited, never had he cummed as much and as hard for Lauren as he did while staring at Becky’s sexually salacious, naked photos and imagining her daughter was blowing him instead of her.

“Oh, my God, Jack. Oh, my God,” she said swallowing him and wiping her lips, her mouth, and her chin with his tissue. “What the fuck? Are you kidding me? Where did all that cum come from,” she said laughing. She took his cock back in her mouth and sucked him dry and licked him clean. “Were you saving all of that cum for me or was all of that cum meant for my daughter?” She laughed.

When Yavuztürk Escort he called out Becky’s name, she knew he imagined her daughter blowing him. Yet, that was okay with her because while she sucked Jack, she imagined Becky licking and fingering her pussy. While she sucked him, she imagined eating her daughter’s cunt. While she sucked him, she imagined having lesbian threesome sex with Becky and Ellen while Jack watched and masturbated himself.

# # #

It was then that Lauren noticed another folder marked Ellen. Jack continued staring at the computer screen while she opened another folder of photos. The next page of photos was all of Ellen in different outfits, in various poses, and at different locations. The next page after that was of Ellen again but this time of her in her in various styles and colors of bras and panties, topless, and naked in the way that Becky had herself photographed in her bra and panties, topless, and naked.

“This is Ellen, my daughter’s lover,” said Lauren. “She’s busty but not as busty as Becky. It looks like she has C cup breasts. And as I already told you, she’s bi-sexual too. She has sex with men as well as with women,” said Lauren staring up at Jack with a sexy look and a naughty smile as if giving him her permission to have sex with Ellen as well as with her daughter.

Jack continued stroking himself while staring at Ellen’s sexy photos.

“Ellen, huh? I like that name,” he said. “She’s a good-looking woman but not as good looking as you and your daughter. She does have a beautiful body though. Now that I see what she looks like, I’d definitely do her. She looks normal. It’s too bad she’s lesbian. If I saw her out on the street, I’d never guess she was lesbian,” he said.

Lauren looked up at him with a smirk.

‘He’s such an idiot,’ she thought. ‘Why am I even with this man?’

She laughed.

“Normal, Jack? She looks normal?” Lauren laughed. “Tell me, what does normal look like? You? Me? No one is normal. We all have baggage, problems, issues, and fears.” She laughed again. “Tell me. I’d really like to know. What does a lesbian look like, Jack,” she said giving him another smirk and a dirty look. “I could be lesbian for all you know. You’d never know that to look at me,” she said.

He looked down at her in shocked surprise peppered with sexual excitement.

“You? Lesbian? In the way that you love sucking cock? You could never be a pussy licker.” Jack gave Lauren a curious look. “Why do you say that?” He looked at her sideways. “Are you lesbian?” He looked at her with disbelief before rephrasing his question and asking her again. “Wait,” he said looking at her hard. “You’re not lesbian,” he said pausing, “are you?”

She laughed again while giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile.

“No, I’m not lesbian but I could be for the right woman. For a brief time in college, I had a few lesbian affairs. After drinking too much wine, smoking too much weed, and being horny, I licked and fingered a few pussies,” she said reminding him of what she confessed to him before years ago when they first met.

He looked at her shocked and sexually excited.

“I had no idea you experimented with lesbianism,” he said.

She laughed.

“It was no big deal. Trust me. It means more to men than it does to women. Most times, nothing more than kissing, touching, and masturbating one another. While attending a women’s college without men, we were lonely, horny, very drunk, and/or very high,” she said laughing. “Yet, now that I’m looking at naked photos of my daughter and Ellen, I could be lesbian for either one of them or for both of them.”

She gave him a sexy wink while looking up at him with as much sexual arousal as he looked down at her with sexual excitement.

“Now that you mention it, I remember you confessing about your brief exploration into lesbianism,” he said getting even more sexually excited. He moved her blonde hair from her eyes while staring down at her. “I’d love to watch you having lesbian sex with Becky. I’d love to watch you having lesbian sex with your daughter. I’d love to watch you having lesbian sex with Ellen, and/or with Becky and Ellen while I watched,” he said.

Obviously with her willing to go lesbian, he looked at her with sexual excitement. He looked at her with renewed sexual lust. He looked at her with curiosity. Now, that he knows her daughter is bi-sexual and has a lesbian lover, he’ll be after her to have a lesbian affair with Becky, Ellen, or with both while he watched or participated in a threesome or a foursome.

“After seeing my daughter having lesbian sex with Ellen, if given the sexual opportunity,” she said with a pause, “I’d do both of them while you watched and masturbated yourself. As long as it was okay with my daughter and with Ellen, I’d allow you to have sex with one or with the both of them too while I watched and masturbated myself,” she said with a dirty laugh. She paused to stare up at him with her big, blue eyes while Escort Yavuztürk feeling his still erect cock through his pants. “Would you like that Jack? Would you like to have sex with my daughter and/or with her bi-sexual lover?”

Jack looked at Lauren stunned. He looked at her with sexual excitement. He looked at her with horniness.

“Really? Don’t be saying that if you don’t mean it. You’d allow me to have sex with your daughter and with Ellen?” He looked at her as if waiting to say that she was kidding. Then, when she didn’t take back what she said, he continued. “As long as you’re okay with it and Becky is okay with it, I’d love to have sex with your daughter. I’d love to have sex with Ellen too. I’d love to feel their big tits while they sucked my cock. I’d love to fuck your daughter and her bi-sexual lover,” said Jack.

Lauren laughed.

“I bet you would,” she paused as if rethinking what she was about to say next. She gave him a sexily submissive look and a naughty smile. “Would you like to watch me having lesbian sex with my daughter and with Ellen? Would you like to have a threesome or even a foursome with me, my daughter, and with Ellen?”

Having pushed all of his sexual buttons as if he was a horny teenager instead of a forty-something-year-old man, Jack looked at Lauren with sexual excitement. He looked at her as if he was imagining her saying what she said. He looked from her to look at the photos of Ellen before opening Becky’s folder to look at her naked again.

“Seriously? Are you kidding me? I’d love to watch you having sex with Becky and with Ellen. I’d love to have sex with Becky and with Ellen too,” said Jack. “I’d love to have a threesome or a foursome.”

Chapter 06:

After Jack left, not expecting Becky home any time soon, thinking she’d be alone most of the evening, Lauren showered and slipped in one of her sexy, low-cut, and shamelessly sheer nightgowns. Not long after Jack left, Becky returned home without Ellen. Instead of coming home in a foul and bitchy mood as she usually does, she entered the house cheerful and happy.

“Hi Mom,” said Becky giving her mother a big smile, a kiss, and a hug. “How are you? I saw you’re home early from work. Are you still going away for the weekend?”

As if Becky had been kidnapped and replaced with an imposter, Lauren laughed with what she was about to say.

“Who are you and what did you do with my daughter?”

Becky laughed with her mother too.

“Ha, ha, very funny,” she said giving her mother a big smile. “I’m just in a good mood,” she said.

Lauren looked at her daughter’s smiling face. As soon as she saw her daughter, undressing her with her eyes in the way that Jack undressed every woman he saw, she imagined her in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. Obviously, Becky was happy because she was just with Ellen. Obviously, she was happy because she was having sex and receiving sexual orgasms. Different than heterosexual men, with lesbian woman able to go all night and have multiple orgasm, maybe they had sex again.

“No, I’m not going away for the weekend. Jack hurt his back but, after making a miraculous recovery, he’s better now that he doesn’t have to spend money on me,” she said with a sad, little laugh.

Not offering her opinion about Jack’s cheapness, Becky turned on her heels and raced up the stairs.

“I have to shower and change my clothes. I have a date tonight,” she said. “I think I’m in love,” she said running up the rest of the stairs.

# # #

Lauren wondered if she had a date with Ellen tonight. She wondered if Ellen was the one that she may love. The images of seeing Ellen naked while eating her daughter’s pussy, haunted her and continued to sexually aroused her. She couldn’t think of anything else but the vision of Ellen’s naked ass and the back of her glistening wet, shaved pussy. She imagined Ellen eating her in the way that she ate Becky. Now, with her having something else to think about, she thought of the photos of her daughter and Ellen in their variety of bras and panties, topless, and naked.

‘I don’t care if it’s a man or a woman, it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad she found someone. Everyone needs to have someone in their lives,’ thought Lauren. ‘Who better to understand what a woman sexually wants and what a woman romantically needs than another woman.’

Lauren heard the shower running in Becky’s bathroom. Unable to help herself, never thinking of her daughter naked before, she imagined her daughter naked now. She imagined taking a shower with her daughter. She imagined taking a shower with Ellen. She imagined taking a shower with her daughter and with her lesbian lover.

She imagined them soaping up one another while kissing and touching and feeling one another everywhere a mother should never touch and feel her daughter and a daughter should never touch and feel her mother. She imagined masturbating her daughter in the shower and her daughter masturbating her. She imagined Yavuztürk Escort Bayan them having three-way sex in the shower before drying one another off and retiring to her bedroom.

Ready to masturbate herself had her daughter not come home, Lauren made herself comfortable on the couch while photos of her daughter and Ellen in their bras and panties, topless, and naked flashed through her mind. Seeing the photos of Becky in her different bras and panties, topless, and naked sexually aroused her as much as it sexually excited Jack. Obviously, a longtime simmering, bringing back memories of her free sex, college days, she already had a forbidden, sexual attraction to her daughter.

As quickly as her daughter’s sexy photos faded from her mind, she thought of Ellen’s photos. She recalled the photos of Ellen in her bras and panties, topless, and naked. As much as she had a sexual attraction to her daughter, she now had a sexual attraction to her daughter’s lesbian lover too. She’d do Ellen if she could but, in the way that Jack will never have sex with Becky and/or Ellen, having sex with her daughter’s lesbian lover would never happen either.

“Mom? Please come up here,” said Becky.

# # #

Becky had a frightened and panicked sound to her voice as if there was a big spider in her room. She had a fear of spiders. She hated spiders. Armed with a fly swatter, a wad of paper towels, and spider spray, Lauren climbed the stairs to her daughter’s bedroom.

“Where’s the spider?”

Standing in her room wrapped in a towel with another towel wrapped around her hair, Becky rolled her eyes in the same way that her mother always rolled her eyes when with Jack. Lauren stared at her daughter’s towel clad body in the way that her daughter stared at her mother’s sexy nightgown clad body. As soon as she saw her daughter with so little covering her nakedness and as soon as she noticed Becky staring at all that she could see of her through her revealing nightgown, Lauren’s nipples erected.

Tempted to tickle her, as her excuse to touch and feel her daughter’s nearly naked body, she was tempted to pull the towel from her daughter’s naked body while continuing to tickle her. After seeing photos of Becky naked, she’d love to see Becky naked again. With the thought of stripping her daughter naked, she suddenly felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. Something she never was before, after seeing Becky with Ellen, she was so sexually attracted to her daughter now. She was so horny for Becky.

As if she wasn’t wearing a towel, Lauren looked at her daughter as if imagining her naked. She looked at her daughter as if she was hoping her towel would fall. In the same way that Lauren looked at Becky with forbidden desire, Becky looked at her mother with incestuous lust. In the way that Lauren unintentionally teased her daughter by wearing such a sexy and revealing nightgown, Becky unwittingly teased her mother by appearing before her in just a towel.

“There’s no bug,” said Becky with attitude.

As if not believing her, Lauren looked up at the ceilings around the room.

“You sounded like there was a bug,” said Lauren while still looking up at the ceiling.

Becky called her mother’s attention to her computer when she turned to look at her computer. Leaving a trail, she forgot to close the photo pages of Becky and Ellen. Now her daughter knows that her mother had seen her and her lesbian lover in their various bras, topless, and naked.

“I found my computer on and my photo page open,” she said as if she was Becky’s mother and Lauren was her daughter.

‘Shit. With all the sexual excitement of me blowing Jack, I forgot to close her files and turn off her computer,’ thought Lauren. ‘Busted. Now, my daughter knows that I was snooping.’

With all the sexual excitement of seeing the naked photos of Becky and Ellen with Jack, and him masturbating himself before she sucked him, she forgot to shutdown Becky’s computer.

‘How stupid could I be,’ she thought? ‘I’d never make a good corporate, white collar criminal or a spy.’

With her face blushing a bright red, Lauren looked at her daughter with embarrassment. She looked at Becky with shame. She looked at Becky as if she was as perverted as Jack.

“I’m sorry,” said Lauren. “Yes, I was on your computer. I, um, was looking at your photos.”

Lauren gave her mother an odd and questioning look.

“Why were you looking at my photos? Those were my private, personal, and naked photos. Why were you looking at my naked photos, Mother? Not only were my personal and private photos opened but also Ellen’s personal and private photos were opened too,” said Becky. “Were you looking at Ellen’s naked photos too? Why were you looking at Ellen’s naked photos, Mother?”

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Obviously, if she had any hope of salvaging what little relationship she had left with her daughter, she needed to come clean. If she had any hope of having a sexual relationship with her daughter and/or with Ellen, she needed to tell the truth. She needed to tell Becky how she felt when catching her naked and watching her having lesbian sex with Ellen. Forsaking her embarrassment and shame, she needed to confess to her daughter that she was not only sexually attracted to her but also that she was sexually attracted to her lesbian lover too.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I wrote another story in this vein, “Mother/Daughter Sleep Suck Attack” that readers really seemed to like; it got a lot of hits and votes, which is appreciated. This story is in same tone, hope you enjoy: Please vote!

Mother just can’t help herself with sleeping children.

I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I love sucking my kids off when they sleep.

My name is Mindy, I’m 50-years-old, blonde, very pretty and constantly horny, especially since the divorce. My two kids, Annie, 19, and Bob, 21, are gorgeous, tall, blonde, athletic and prone to drinking too much at parties and coming home smashed, as kids are wont to do.

And this works to my advantage; while they sleep off their drunk, I sexually assault them. Like I said, I can’t help myself and they are sooooooooo sexy….

This night they’ve both come home hammered at 3 a.m. I wait until 4 or so when I can hear them snoring soundly, and sneak into Anne’s room. She’s fallen asleep on her back as she’d tried to get her panties off; they are bunched around her ankles, her slender, tanned legs spread, her bushy cunny exposed.

I lick my lips and Escort Yayalar go to work. Kneeling over her legs, I bury my face into the musky warmth of her cunt, my tongue snaking out and dribbling her moist clit. She moans and stirs, but does not wake. I stop, look up at her face, and resume my cunt eating, drilling my tongue into her folds and skewering her mushy hole. Her honey nectar fills my mouth as she wettens under my oral ministrations.

It is a bonus night; cum floods my mouth and I realize Anne had just gotten laid, and more than once. I clench my thighs together in a silent orgasm as I suck the sperm from her cunt, savoring its tartness, feeling the stickiness cling to my teeth, swallowing most and savoring the rest in my mouth. I spit some on her clit and lick it off, then suck the little nub into my mouth, dribbling it with my tongue until my beautiful daughter shudders through a sleepy orgasm, her thighs tightening around my ears. Anne’s very much into sports and her involuntarily leg scissors on my head when she comes always hurts in the most sensual way.

She stops coming and her legs loosen Yayalar Escort Bayan and pull away and Anne rolls over restlessly, kicking off her panties, her beautiful white ass now mounded before me. I cannot stop, and slowly insert my face into her meaty orbs, pulling them open with my hand and smelling her tiny asshole. My tongue resumes its feast, poking inside and licking the sweaty oil from her shitchute walls. Then a flood of cum rushes out; she’s taken it in the ass tonight, too! I moan involuntarily and attach my mouth to her hairless rectum, gently sucking to vacuum out the seed of whomever put it there, reveling in the tasty mix of sperm and Ann’s ass juices. I finger myself madly, cumming quietly, then pull my face from her ass with a moist plop, wetly kissing goodbye each succulent ass cheek – and head for Brad’s room.

He is snoring loudly, the blankets cast aside and his ever-hard 9-inch cock sticking out of his boxers. I lie beside him and gently wrap my slender fingers around it, stroking slowly, leaning down to lick the sweat from his hanging nuts that rest on his rugged thighs. I pick up the Yayalar Escort pace, jacking him harder and more quickly now. He moans, and moans louder still when I run my tongue over the head, tasting the sweetness of his pre-cum. I engulf his cock now, moaning to myself as I finger my cunt as I lay on my side, my head bobbing rapidly up and down his prick, my hand stroking it. My tongue bathes the sensitive underside of his prick, bringing him closer to the edge. I feel his nuts tense in my hands and pull free of his prick, letting the thick cap rest on my face as I jerk him. He growls in his sleep and his cock erupts its beautiful load, a thick jet of sperm coating me from my ear to my mouth followed by several others which I aim at every available inch of my face, cumming as I do. His cum is huge and thick and sweet; clumps of it hang from my eyebrows, run down my cheeks, into my mouth, cling to my chin. I am virtually blanketed in my son’s hot sperm as I slowly stop jerking his wet prick and lay it gently on his stomach. I run my tongue around my lips, anxious to taste more, and swallow what I find. I use my fingers to scoop up the rest and suck them clean in my mouth, gobbling his load. Smiling, I give him a quick kiss and enjoy a small, unexpected orgasm when I pull away and see a thick strand of his cum cling between our mouths.

I return to bed, sated and anxious for next weekend when I know they’ll party again, making them ready for me…

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I am so sorry, the rest of the story got deleted in the file transfer. I will make sure that this does not happen again. This story is a continuation of my first chapter I wrote a while back. Once again I apologise.

Claire’s Perspective

We arrived at the school and walked in, I noticed Joe was looking at the ‘Thank you for coming in sign’. I smiled as I went into the ‘sign in’ room. I glanced at the names of the people who were in and it turned out only halve the teachers came in and very few other students. Some teachers say that they come in to get paid but I think its because Joe’s in today. Since all the husbands are away with the army, the teachers have been horny for years.

I walked passed Joe and found the changing rooms. The door swung open as I walked in, nobody here, they must be in already. I found a nice place to place my bad as I unbuttoned my cardigan and placed it neatly in the bag. I started to strip off my shirt, I grasped the hemline and pulled it off in one swift motion. My small breasts finally free, nipples already hard of excitement. I began Yedikule Escort to remove my skirt, slowly pulling it down my smooth legs and into the bag.

I stood there in my very sexy black laced thong, I slowly peeled it off to reveal my trimmed bush and my small pussy lips protecting my tight pussy. I began to lightly touch myself, holding myself back from inserting my fingers. ” Maybe I can get Stella to finger me, or maybe Joe can…” I stopped myself there, I have to stop believing that Joe will fuck me, even though I am desperate to have his cock inside me.

I put my bag on one of the shelves and walked out the changing rooms. I stood there, looking at my reflection in the window. I noticed how petite I looked. Just then I heard one of the changing room doors open and I turned to see Joe, right there in front of me, naked.

I grinned as he studied my body all over as I looked down to see his cock. He was already fully erect just by looking at me. I blushed as I realised that I was turning him on. His seven inch dick just cm away Escort Yedikule from my pussy. We looked at each other in a way I have never looked at someone before. We knew it would be wrong, it would be incest, it would make things weird between us, but we both wanted it.

Joe’s Perspective

I grabbed her arms and pinned her against the wall. Our lips met, we were practically devouring each other, we were both hungry with lust. She moved her hands all over my rocking body, first my chest all the way down to my dick, already hard with excitement. I pushed her off of me. ” Lets find a room” I told her. I quickly grabbed my bag from the changing room and we headed to a room. We swung the door open to Mrs Doolens room. She was one of the teachers that was not in today. I looked at my watch, 10 minutes until school starts.

Claire sat on one of the desks and spread her legs. She started rubbing her pussy, fast and furiously, sweat dripping down her body. The room was hot, the air smelled like sex and I fished out the pack of condoms. I Yedikule Escort Bayan put it on, never taking my eyes off Claire. I walked to her, grabbing her legs and bringing my head down to her sex. “You have the cutest pussy I have ever seen”. I started to lick her pussy, it taste like no other. She was soaking wet and I was practically swallowing her. Every lick gave out a little moan.

As I flicked my tongue I slowly started to insert a finger. She gasped as my finger slowly started to fuck her, I could tell her orgasm was building up. She wrapped her legs around me head as I picked up the pace. My tongue and fingers going as fast as I could handle, sweat pouring down my forehead, mixing with her intoxicating nectar. “I am going to cum” she moaned. She screamed as I stuck my tongue as far as I could down her hold. Her body shook with ecstasy, my face getting flooded with her juices, as I lapped all her juices.

I stood up and got ready to insert myself when the bell rang. “Mother fucker” I said out loud. Claire stood up and planted a small kiss on my cheeks. “See you later stud” she said as she walked out, her ass looked so desirable. I started to take my condom off and threw it in the trash can. Time for class 1.

Thanks for reading, this is my first completed story. All feedback is optional. Even bad criticism is noted as it allows me to make my stories better.

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Aunt Stacy was a bit taken aback, not just by Natalie asking her how the date went, but by the confidence and evenness of the question. She stood, still shaking almost imperceptibility, and glared at Natalie.

“It was… ,” Aunt Stacy started saying without any thought to how the rest of the sentence would turn out. She looked down at the floor and seemed to be trying to formulate a thought.

“Why do I think that you already know what happened?” She had gathered some confidence and composure and started walking slowly toward Natalie, who was leaning nonchalantly against the kitchen counter.

Natalie straightened up, sensing a coming confrontation. She had always excelled when the pressure was on her, and I was watching her entire being move into ‘win the argument’ mode.

“You wanted help, right?” Natalie began. “You wanted to spend time with, have a date with, have sex with, our mom. I, we, ” she looked at me, involving me in her scheme, “did exactly that. “

I, on the other hand, was in my normal ‘avoid confrontation’ mode and found ample amounts of things to do besides becoming involved in a bubbling conversation/argument. And, to be fair, I DID have someplace to be.

They both started talking, loudly, at the same time. Accusations flew, arms were moved wildly, and I could have sworn at one point Natalie winked at me. Dammit she still had a plan! But I wanted to get out of there before one or both of them burst into flames. I couldn’t help but notice how alike they were as they argued. Sparks were flying and I even found myself watching their bodies as they became more agitated. Similar in their tight toned bodies, firm asses, hips that curved just the right way to their waists. Where I got mom’s body, Natalie got Aunt Stacy’s. A button opened on Aunt Stacy’s top, exposing just a little bit of skin. It was then I noticed my mouth was wide open. I really needed to get out of there.

“I am supposed to meet Brianna, I’ll be back later.” I blurted out while opening the door. I had on my running gear and if needs be, I could have sprinted down the stairs and away from them. See, smart.

Neither one of them payed much attention to me, which was fantastic, and continued to focus on their perceived faults and intentions. Much too much drama for me. Besides, I was going running with Brianna, and that promised to be far more fun. Hell, I had been thinking about what she would look like in running shorts since we had talked about it.

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Twenty minutes later I met up with Brianna and was not disappointed. She wore black running tights, with white lettering down the calves, a small, almost half shirt, which exposed just enough of her smooth (I looked) skin to keep my eyes prying. Her ponytail was perfect and made mine look absurd. At least I thought so.

“Hi Alison,” she chirped at me, “your hair looks so cute. I’m such a mess.” I hated her wonderful innocence and sincerity. Couldn’t’ she just be mean and nasty and conniving and sexy when I looked like hell. . . like Natalie?

“Thanks, you look like a model,” I gushed, a little too eagerly, “Ready to go?”

With a nod she began running and damn if I wasn’t having a hard time keeping up with her. In school I could almost outrun everyone, fairly easily. And here she was bouncing, BOUNCING, out in front of me with such ease I swear that for a good 50 yards her feet never actually touched the ground. I, on the other hand, felt like I was trying to make cracks in the asphalt while I ran. Brianna and gravity were teaming up to make me look foolish. I was trying to think of reasons to make myself feel better. “She doesn’t have these big boobs” I reasoned. “Also, my hips are wider and therefore it takes my legs longer to move forward. It’s science!” No, I didn’t convince myself.

And I might have been running in a bit of a daze focusing on the movements of her well toned tight little ass. Well, I will only take that for so long. And my opportunity to no longer take it came up in the form of a corner bakery that had fresh bear claws on display. With as much grace as I could, I ducked into the bakery while a laughing Brianna ran blissfully around the corner.

Moments later a visibly confused Brianna rounded the corner and spotted me sitting at an outside table for the bakery, sipping a cappuccino and trying to convince myself that I really SHOULD eat the last half of my bear claw.

“There you are,” Brianna said, all cheery and wonderful, “I was about half a mile down the street when I turned and you were gone.” She laughed.

“Hard to turn down a bear claw when they’re warm. Want one?”

We sat in the unusually warm morning sun and chatted away. Every now and again she’d ask something that she thought might be off limits, but which I didn’t really care about.

“How long have. . .,” she paused, her eyes downward as she made a show of chewing on a bear claw, “you and Natalie been together. . .as a couple, I guess.”

“Not long as girlfriends,” Brianna reacted ever so Tüyap Escort slightly to me saying ‘girlfriends’. This was all quite new to her. “But we’ve known each other since we were kids. Grew up together.”

“Grew up together?” Brianna frowned in confusion, as if she was trying to figure out a particularly difficult brain teaser. I could see in her face that she was trying to piece things together and now was the time to come up with a rock solid lie to tell her.

“Yeah, we grew up on the same street.” she didn’t need to know we grew up in the same house, same room, and that I once stole her rain boots when she was stuck in the mud and told mom that she was outside in the rain in her socks. “She’s a year older, but we went to the same school and all that.” Note to self: Tell Natalie that this is the story we’re going with.

Brianna smiled and tilted her head to the side, her eyes dancing as her ponytail fell on her left shoulder.

“So, you didn’t, um, do …well, I mean, you two didn’t. . . never,” She stammered a little, unable to form the question she really wanted to ask.

“No, we never did anything.” I laughed a little laugh, to assure her that it was ok. “I had never even kissed another girl, you know, that I liked, until last year when I came to visit her.” I popped another piece of pastry into my mouth.

“So you never kissed anyone until last year??” Brianna leaned forward. She was cute.

I laughed again and explained it to her. Yes, I kissed guys before. Had boyfriends. Even had sex with them. She blushed when I told her that. I guess it was somewhat amazing for her to hear me casually talk about sex out in the open, with pastries and coffee. And she was somewhat surprised by me saying that I had sex with guys. She just assumed that I liked girls, therefore never would have done anything with a guy. Oh, Brianna, it’s so much more complicated than that.

We continued to chat about school, life, weather. Just normal things. I didn’t mention how her running made me feel like I was dipped in concrete. No need to build her up THAT much.

I watched her cute face closely as we talked. She was so genuine and cute I kind of let my mind wander.

“What’s up?” Brianna was looking at me, having noticed my glassy stare.

“Oh, you just got a bit of frosting on your cheek by your lip there.” Nice save, I thought.

Brianna giggled and began searching for the offending bit of frosting with her tongue. Pink, searching, moist. Jeez, I was letting my mind go.

“Did I get it?” A wide eyed Brianna chirped optimistically.

“Yup, you got it. It’s all gone.” It wasn’t gone. Still there. She missed by a mile, but I wasn’t about to admit I was staring at her cute face, wide eyes, pouty lips and silly expression to actually check if she got it. No, I would let this go.

We ate and chatted some more then Brianna convinced me to run toward home, resulting in a patented appearance of Sweaty Alison. She even slowed her pace so I could stay with her which made me both happy and annoyed at myself.

I bid Brianna adieu and was almost home when I saw Aunt Stacy coming out and walking to her car.

“Aunt Stacy” I called, giving a little jog to meet up with her.

“Oh, hi Alison,” she smiled at me, her expression one of calm contentment.

“Leaving already?” I really didn’t know what to say. Was I supposed to say ‘So did Natalie continually meddling in your personal life work out ok today?’ I thought this might not be a good time to ask that.

She looked at me sideways as she opened her car door, readying to get in, “Yeah, I have to get home. . .” she paused, then “your sister. . .” shaking her head while giving a slight laugh.

With a quick exchange of goodbyes, she was driving off down the street more recklessly that she should have in her beat up old volvo.

She wasn’t angry anymore, so . . .what did that mean? I had to ask Natalie, and now.

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I ran up the stairs, partially to punish myself for the bearclaw, and felt the humidity surrounding me. I was drenched.

I entered the loft and immediately went to the kitchen to get some water. I think I mumbled a heavy breathing “hey” to Natalie, but I don’t quite remember. She was sitting in front of the computer, looking her normal self-assured self.

I filled a glass with water and, leaning against the sink, began to drink with the abandon you do when you’re really thirsty. I heard Natalie behind me, but paid no attention. That is, until I felt her fingers in the waistband of my running tights.

“Hey”, I said, not so wittily.

Before I could say anything else, Natalie had pulled the tights down to my ankles, panties and all. I could feel the cool air of the loft on my skin, which was still slick and wet with my perspiration.

I was on the cusp of being angry with her when she did something unexpected. Well, unexpected to me.

In a flash, her hands pushed on my ass cheeks, Escort Tüyap making me press forward against the counter, and pushing them apart. It was as if I could feel the ridges on her fingers on my cheeks. In an instant I felt her tongue exploring, probing, licking and diving between my cheeks. I felt the tingle, the excitement and the uncertainty of her tongue pressing against my ass.

“Oh fuck Nat. . .” I managed to get out as Natalie continued her assault on my behind. Her tongue flicked and pressed until she managed to get her tongue fairly deep into my ass. The sensation was a mixture of shock and pleasure. If there was any doubt as to whether I was enjoying it, that was easily cleared up when one hand slid between my legs and began sliding between my very wet lips.

“Nat, you’re. . .jesus. . .don’t. . .yessss” I heard myself say.

My legs, already shaky from my run, began to lose the ability to hold me upright. I put the water glass down with a too-loud clink and rested my weight on my elbows, hoping the counter was sturdy enough.

Natalie’s tongue had somehow become quite good at pleasing my ass, as she moved it in and out of me, making me moan louder. Her tongue, combined with a skilled finger rubbing my hard slick clit, was rapidly bringing me closer to exploding, collapsing, and probably forgetting my own name. Her eating my ass was a sensation I was not at all prepared for and found myself making a subconscious mental note to INSIST she do it again. . .and again.

“Fuuuccckkkk. .. . ” I yelled as I came. I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs and dripping down as Natalie shifted her tongue to my pussy, eagerly lapping up my wetness. My legs were not functioning anymore and I slowly slid down the counter, finding myself in a heap on the ground, the aftereffects of this tremendous orgasm still pining around inside me. My eyesight was unfocused and after a minute or two or 40 of resting my head on the side of the cupboards, I caught the sight of Natalie leaning against the counter, drinking from a water bottle, but still exhibiting the look for adorable smugness that I loved so much.

“Welcome home,” she said with a soft smile.

I smiled weakly. “What brought that on?” I began my struggle to stand.

Natalie gave me a “I dunno” shrug and leaned over.

“Just had to be done.” She said with a wink. Then she moved to the door.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked, “You can’t go, I have to …you know. . .repay. . .”

Natalie shook her head, “I have music to compose. You’ll have to make due some other way. Bye.”

And with that, she was out the door. Leaving me wanting to reciprocate; wanting to explore; wanting to cum again; wanting to make someone else collapse in pleasure.

I struggled to my feet, discarding my tights and walking unsteadily in a somewhat random direction. I knew I wanted to shower or lay down or something, but my brain wouldn’t allow me to focus.

But there was one thing I did know I wanted.

“Hi Ava.” I said quickly into my phone while sitting down at the computer.

“Hi honey,” Ava said, her voice silky smooth and sultry, “what’s up?”

“Get over here now,” I was trying to be firm, authoritative, domineering, “and don’t wear anything too complicated.”

There was a short pause. I thought maybe I had gone too far.

“But, I’m at work,” Ava responded, quietly. Almost meekly. I hadn’t gone too far.

“I don’t care. I need you here, so get here. . .now.”

“Ok”, came the reply, obediently.

Ava was a joy and at this moment I needed her to be all the things she could possibly be to me. I’d show Natalie for leaving me wanting. Well, I’d show AVA, but, you know. . .

I was trembling, fully naked now, from anticipation when I heard the knock on the door. I flung it open, probably a bit too quickly, and caught sight of Ava. Her hair pulled back, showing off her perfectly structured face. White button up top and plaid skirt from work. Her toned tanned legs down to her ankle socks and plain blue Vans. .. she was like a dream. Her eyes were down, her hands behind her back. Her body language was showing subservience to me and the situation. I loved every bit of it.

Somehow, someway, without knowing or thinking or even trying, I pulled Ava inside, closed the door, pushed her against the door, placed my bare leg between hers, and planted a firm, soft, wet, hot kiss on her sweet full lips. Her leg felt warm and smooth on mine and her tongue instantly found mine as I held her wrists tightly, pushing them against the door as well. I wanted to touch her and taste her and do EVERYTHING to her. . .all at once. My mind was far ahead of my body, having already purchased a cottage by the sea for us. Far too far ahead.

I reached for her button up top, planning to tear it off with a flourish.

“This comes off,” I said, breaking our kiss, yet still tasting her lipstick.

I looked down and the top wasn’t even buttoned, denying me my desire to rip, tear, destroy. Tüyap Escort Bayan I looked at her with what I assumed were wide questioning eyes.

Ava smiled a little smile, “I like this shirt and I didn’t want you to, you know. . .”

I smiled back, realizing that maybe shredding her clothes wasn’t quite the perfect thing to do. I leaned in again, kissing her deeply while opening the top wide. I could feel her breasts pressed to mine, her nipples felt hard enough to cause a bruise. I’m sure mine pressing to her felt rock hard as well, which is exactly how I wanted her to know how excited she could make me. Though, realistically, I was this geared up because of what Natalie did earlier. Thinking about her, just in that instant, drove me to kiss Ava harder, with more abandon, than before. I ran my fingers along the right side of her head, sliding through her hair, gently touching, teasing, pulling her to me.

I broke our kiss, a thin line of saliva briefly still connecting us. I watched as Ava bit her lower lip, her face alive.

I placed both of my palms on her chest, slowly moving down, feeling the warmth of her skin, the firmness of her near perfect breasts, and the deep breathing she was giving me. I let one hand continue its journey, and ran my short red fingernails between Ava’s breasts, eliciting both a long low soft moan and goosebumps.

“Your body is perfect,” I said softly, looking into her wide and flawless eyes.

Ava gave a slight half lips smile as my hand had slid low enough to lightly caress her bare mound and slide effortlessly between her legs. As I expected, she moved her legs to give me an easier time. The moment my finger touched the edge of her pussy lips, I began to circle one of her nipples with the edge of my thumb.

“Ohhhh”, Ava released, her eyelids closing halfway and her head tilting just slightly back. My fingers ran slowly over her warm lips, so moist and so ready and I felt I could feel her heartbeat as I let the tip of my finger run over her quite hard clit. Feeling her arch her back as I touched her, I leaned forward, taking one of her sculpted breasts into my mouth, sucking on her nipple with just my lips, pulling it, savoring it. I could feel her body shake once, twice, a series of times as I worked my mouth and my finger in unison. My god I wanted her to cum right here right now. More than that, I NEEDED her to.

Looking up at Ava’s face; her eyes closed, mouth open in a sensual O and her breathing erratic and building. I hadn’t let her touch me and I was already soaking myself.

“Come on Ava,” I implored, “I want you to cum for me. You like this don’t you honey?” I was channeling my inner Natalie and enjoying being in charge and domineering. I was rubbing her clit fast now, her juices making both my finger and her clit slick and slippery and perfect for her body to react. AS she shuddered under my touch, I slipped my finger into her warm wet pussy, looking for that wonderful spot that would send her over the edge. My finger moved and explored and I could tell I had found my intended target.

“yes yes, fuck yes.. ” Ava gasped, her legs quivering and her voice cracking, “Fuck. . .finger me, take me, I’m yours . . .all yours. . .I’m cumming” Her voice strangled itself as her body shook. I could feel the orgasm thrashing her from head to toe and I held my finger to her clit, keeping even pressure on her as I kissed her deeply, feeling pleasure and power in kissing her when she was all but helpless to my touch. After a great deal of kissing, panting, recovering her breathing and recovery, Ava looked at me with a faint, but slightly giddy, smile.

Finally she gathered her breath and said, softly, “What can I do for you?” Her eyes barely making contact with mine as she was giving herself up to me.

“On the bed, nothing on,” I said as evenly as I could, considering I felt a fervent desire to press my soaking pussy to hers and trib until we shook the bed apart.

With a smooth quickness, Ava made her way to the bed, leaning on her elbows and looking at me with wide expectant eyes.

Walking to the bed, I can’t help but notice how her body rests so easily and though she’s far from made up, she is effortlessly both sexual and sensual. All this makes my body hot, my nipples hard and my mind desire her even more.

Quickly I was on her, kissing her, pressing myself to her, feeling her legs wrap around me, heels pressing to my ass. I can feel the heat of her pussy as I press down on her. Our bodies generating so much heat, I could feel myself beginning to sweat, and see she hair framing her face getting moist. Our kissing and touching and feeling kept going on and on. I didn’t want it to stop. Our tongues playing and breath shared as our passion rose. I kissed and licked her gorgeous neck and she teased and pulled my sensitive nipples, earning her a bite on her neck.

I knelt back, looking at her and watching her big expressive eyes watching. She seemed to know what I wanted and angled herself just enough onto her left side, opening her legs. I moved my right leg over her and my left slid easily under as I moved to press against her. I could feel the smoothness of her leg and, in an instant, her perfectly smooth pussy as I pressed my trimmed and soaking wetness to her. This was what I was made for, I thought, tribbing.

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This story is a continuation of the story of Karl and Lucy, a backstory with a taboo theme. In this tale though, Karl moves adrift from Lucy, and his boldness lands him in in a place he did not expect.

**

First there was Sarah. A few years older than Karl, Sarah was a pretty brunette with dark eyes and a neat bob haircut. She had been a workmate at the office and had shown Karl the ropes, being a helpful mentor. There had been a definite chemistry, between them and Sarah had asked Karl out for a drink once or twice after work. He had enjoyed her company, she was sophisticated, well read and clever with a good wit. One evening, over a drink in a pub close to their workplace, Karl had told Sarah he found her very attractive. To his dismay, she gave a polite smile in response and told him that it would do them no good professionally to progress things any further.

Then there was Alison. A little later, when she was seeing the much worshipped Mike, Sarah had mentioned to Karl that her younger sister, Alison, was looking for some help with her geology course as she needed it to be eligible for her environmental studies course at university. As Karl had done well in geology, Sarah suggested that he could do a few private lessons at their house. Karl had found over a few lessons, that Alison, was also very attractive in her own way, and, it seemed that she was very interested in him.

It was just before one of those geology lessons that Karl had unexpectedly come across Alison in a tryst with Mike on a kitchen table. She was there in her navy blue uniform, skirt hitched up to her waist and Mike was over her. He was angered by this and had surreptitiously taken a few photos, but had done nothing about it. Alison had not continued with his lessons and he had confided all this with Lucy, who helped keep his mind off Alison.

So although nothing had been said of Alison and her kitchen table sex with her sister’s boyfriend, Karl had wondered what this meant for Sarah, and whether Alison was just having Mike as a fling. He never discovered anything further on that matter, but was about to discover considerably more about Alison, and himself.

Having made the decision to leave well alone, and having not heard from Lucy, or Alison, for weeks, Karl deleted the photos and let the matter rest. A few days later, on a warm June day, he was sitting in the garden when Alison phoned him. She told him she was anxious about the imminent exam, and need some help, as she could barely cope. Seeing as she was obviously distressed, Karl agreed for some last lessons.

His thoughts returned to Alison. She was a voluptuous blonde, more outgoing than her sister. She often had her hair tied up, and had a predilection of tight fitting tops, which Karl appreciated, even if this was just part of Alison’s flirtatious behaviour. She looked hot even in that navy blue school uniform as clearly Mike had found so too. All in all, he knew that Alison took what she wanted, and was unlikely to hang around for deep personal questions. That sounded ok, he reasoned, so long as one did not get emotionally involved. Lucy wouldn’t have approved, but until he found himself with a choice, none was to be made!

The next day after her call, he found himself walking along the tree lined avenue where Alison and Sarah lived. It was late afternoon, and he had finished work early to find time for the lesson. He rang at the front door and saw Alison’s figure through the door’s patterned glass.

“Afternoon! All set for your latest update on folds and faults?”

“Sounds like my love life,” replied Alison as she let him in and led him through to the lounge.

“Don’t I know it,” thought Karl. He sat down with her at a large dining table and opened up the text book and Alison opened her file.

Part way through, Alison, chewing on a pen, said to Karl, “You know what? I’m getting the hang of this!”

“Good, so what have you learned about the Pennine faults?”

“I know now, that in the Pennines, you get all those minerals around the fault line which have been injected in, following the fractures in the rock.”

“Ummhumm, excellent.”

“I’ve got the hang of it now. Hey, look, if I pass this, I am so going to have a party to celebrate. I mean, I would anyway, as it’ll be my birthday, but if I pass, I will really be celebrating!”

“Something to work towards then, yeah.”

“Yeah, ’cause I want to get to uni, this autumn and I need a decent grade.”

“You’ll get it.”

She nodded. “I’ll work on it”.

Karl was surprised to see some enthusiasm from Alison, despite her talkative nature, he had felt that she Türkali Escort had not shown a great keenness in regard to her studies. He liked seeing her animated, it made her more attractive, even if she may still be messing around with Mike.

After another lesson, little was to be heard from her; he knew that the exam was imminent and that the results were not due until August.

***

In early August, Karl had been enjoying a break from work, and was in occasional communication with Lucy. Lucy was settled in Nottingham and had not indicated she was visiting, or had thought about Karl staying over again. Everything was fine, if a little dull. Karl wondered if he should head off to Scotland to visit the Highlands and was just checking journey planners when he got a text from Alison.

“I passed Geology. I got a ‘B’! Woo-hoo!!”

“Great! Well done!”

“I am sooo going to party.”

“So you should.”

“Party @ mine 15 Aug 8pm.”

“Cool, thanks!”

The day came, and so Karl chose a few bottles of Czech beer and made his way to Alison’s house. Alison answered the door, and beckoned him inside. As she did so, the doorbell rang again, and two more friends appeared. He recognised them.

“Phoebe, Alex! Yeaaah — you’re here!” Alison gleefully greeted them.

“Hi Karl,” grinned Phoebe. She turned to Alison. “Alison!! Great to see you, Happy Birthday and well done on your exams too!

“Aww.”

“Here, it’s for you,” Alex handed over a shiny wrapped parcel. Karl instantly realised he had forgotten it was Alison’s birthday and he had not brought a present.

“I… err,” he began.

Alison turned to him, tilting her head, as if to be slightly coy. “Yes…?”

“I…er, I will give you your present later, a bit of surprise,” said Karl hurriedly.

“Oh, more presents! Yes please!” she laughed. “This way, we’re in the lounge.”

Karl went in with the others and recognised a few more faces from schooldays, as well as Sarah who briefly looked at him and gave a weak smile. He nodded and mouthed “hi” before turning back to Alex and Phoebe.

“Great that she’s done so well. What d’you get her?”

“Well, she’s going to get a new place in Sheffield, she loves coffee, so we got her a coffee grinder.”

“Nice.”

“What are you getting her?”

“It’ll be a surprise.” He’d no idea what.

The lounge had space cleared for dancing space, the lights were dim and had been placed under large plants in the corners of the room. French windows were open to the warm night. The music was 80s, which, in Karl’s view, was both kitsch and catchy. Amongst the group dancing was Alison. She was in a purple satin cocktail dress, which was knee length; the large curve of her breasts were complimented by the v-neck in the satin. She caught his eye, aware that he was drinking in the view of her, and smiled with a little tilt of her neck. Karl moved in to the centre of the floor to join in the dancing, and Alison responded by doing a shimmy in front of him. Alex looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Karl looked at Alison approvingly.

“Stylish,” remarked Karl.

“Yeah, gonna party tonight,” laughed Alison.

“I’ll drink to that,” he responded. Alison broke out from the dancers and went out towards the kitchen looking for some wine. Karl looked around to see if there was any sign of Mike, then nodded to himself in satisfaction.

Sometime later, after a few more drinks, Alison joined Karl on the patio by the French windows. She held a wine glass whilst swaying gently in time to the music in the room.

“Feeling good?” asked Karl.

“The whole word is my oyster, uni at last! It is so good to be able to go.”

“So where is it you’re going to?”

“Sheffield.”

“Oh, so not too far away.”

“Far enough. I can have my freedom.”

“Yeah, that’s what Lucy says to me.”

“Lucy — your sister?”

“Yeah, she’s down in Nottingham now.”

“She’s got her own place?” He nodded. Her question reminded Karl of his last visit to Lucy’s flat.

“I’m so looking forward to getting away,” she said softly.

“Bit of freedom and independence?”

“Just to get away from all the shit going on here!”

Oh hello. Karl paused. “You having a tough time of it?”

“Just want to get away from people’s drama.” She took a sip from her wine glass and looked into the dark of the large garden for a moment.

“You’ve not seen our garden right?”

“No, just been past it heading to the lounge for our lessons. But it’s dark now, right?”

“But you’ve not seen our little summer house! Escort Türkali It’s really cool!”

In Karl’s mind a little warning light lit up, accompanied by another warm glow of excitement.

“Sounds great.”

“You should see it.”

“I should.”

Alison took another sip from her glass. “Do you want to have a little look?” Karl was aware that the invitation seemed to be offering more than a fleeting nocturnal observation. He relented inside and decided to see where things would go; hell, he would enjoy the journey at least!

“Why not?”

Alison walked onto to the dark lawn, and turned to see if Karl was following. He put his glass down and followed her over the grass. She made her way, in between some trees into the darkness. He joined her, and by the light of her mobile phone he could see that they were by a small wooden summerhouse, painted a pale turquoise. She quietly opened the door, and beckoned Karl inside.

“So what do you think?”

“I can’t see anything.”

Alison reached down and flicked a switch and a small line of mini LED lights on the windowsill lit the room in a low light. He could make out an easy chair and a table, and some shelves with books on the wall. Alison was stood by the chair with her wine glass still in her hand. She took a last swig and walked up to Karl.

“So how about now?”

“Very nice. What do the Danes call it? Hygge. Yes, hygge, you know, cosy. Yeah, that’s it.”

“Oh, we can make it very hygge,” purred Alison.

Karl looked at her closely. He could feel the electricity in the air and his heart was thumping. He bent his head towards her to kiss, but, at that moment, she bent her head away.

“Oh! We must get back to the party! The others will be wondering what happened to us.”

“As expected,” Karl thought. He then spoke before he’d even chance to think it through. “Yes, but I haven’t given you your birthday present.”

She turned back towards him. “What present?” She actually looked quite innocent at that point.

“You’ll see now.”

“Mmmhmm.” She nodded.

Karl moved his head again to her and pressed his lips onto Alison’s. She stared, and her lips were hard for a second, before she relented. The kiss deepened. Now Karl’s hands were around her waist, stroking her sides. She gave no resistance. He kissed her neck which she arched back, and he drank in her light citrusy perfume. He kissed her on the mouth again, and his tongue slipped into her, meeting her tongue; he could feel her warmth of her body, and the softness of her breasts pressed against him. His hand was migrating down her leg and found the bottom of her dress, and in a swift motion he pulled up the skirt of her dress and delved in between her thighs. His fingers explored her inner thigh, moving towards her centre, slowly until they met the soft cloth of a g-string. There was just a thin line of cotton guarding Alison’s pussy.

Not a word from Alison. She was leaning back over the easychair’s back and he drew his hands back to undo his belt, all the time listening to her hard breathing. She knew what was coming, and as his trousers and underpants dropped to the floor she gave little reaction. He was hard now and brought his hand up between her legs again and made straight for her g-string; the ripe fruit was for the picking. He tugged it to one side to reveal her clean shaven pussy. He lets his finger explore her smooth skin, and then draw slowly over her sex, before rubbing her pussy lips gently. She kept perfectly still.

Seizing the moment, he pressed himself on her and she acquiesced. Moving one of her legs apart, he guided his swollen cock towards her unprotected pussy; with a quick motion he moved his cock tip onto her smooth slit, savoured the moment, and then slid inside her. Alison, bent slightly backwards, stood motionless as this happened. That was fine. He didn’t expect fireworks from her. He pressed further into her, as she bent backwards, supported by the chair. She was wet, which was encouraging.

“Alison,” he said gently, stroking her hair. She gave a short moan in reply as he pulled back and forth to push deeper inside her. Her eyes widened as he felt his cock stretch her pussy, her moistness betraying her desire. Now Karl wanted to see those full curvaceous breasts, pressing against the top of her dress, so he dropped the straps from her shoulder and tugged her dress down to reveal her nipples, which made them protrude in a wonderfully slutty fashion. He gave a long cursory lick around her nipples to gauge Alison’s reaction. She gave a sigh, which spurred him to tease a little more on her Türkali Escort Bayan little rosebuds. He found himself bucking her harder now. She began to respond, moving in rhythm. He felt a buzz of lust as this buxom girl swayed and rocked to his thrusts, his pace now gradually quickening. The only sound was the rustling of Alison’s dress and the slick, sticky sound of their coupling. He felt the warm wetness of her silky pussy enveloping his cock, his lust for this teasing, voluptuous girl was finally being released, and now it was filling his mind. His upward thrusts were met by her and her could tell her odour of lust was mingling with her perfume, her skin hot to his touch. She had yielded to him, and he could now feel he was not far off.

“So,” he whispered, “are you ready for your present?”

“My present?”

“Yes.”

Alison was sighing, her panting through the effort of steadying herself whilst still upright. She looked up uncomprehendingly. “What present?”

“My cum, Alison.” His mind, half crazed, sought after the dirtiest thing he could think of, so as to drive his point home. “My hot sticky cum, Alison. I’m seeding you, on your birthday.”

“Oh,” she gasped.

Karl gripped her by the waist and then rapidly drove his cock in and out of her pussy, which was sopping and slurping on his manhood. She found herself helplessly surrendering to him, her mounting pleasure making her ever more receptive to his impending fertile load. He increased his pace, they staggered as he gripped her in their upright coupling, his shaft burrowing deep into her soaking warm crevice; this blonde teenager’s seductive teasing was being paid off with a vigorous fucking.

Then he felt her contractions starting on his cock, her gasps becoming a kind of mewing and that triggered his release — he felt his essence flood out of him to be absorbed by her convulsing pussy. She let out a cry as she felt his cum enter her, pulse after pulse, he kept pushing it deep in to her. Shuddering, he felt his cock being steadily milked dry by her, and he slowed his movements to a standstill.

For some moments he leaned over her, motionless, until his orgasm subsided. He finally slid out of her and helped her to steady herself on her feet. As she stood up, her purple dress fell back down over her legs and her pussy disappeared from view.

Karl was not sure if either of them had really expected this sudden fucking to happen, but he looked at her with renewed admiration. Alison looked absolutely fabulous in that state of disorder, her hair escaping the pins, her dress rumpled, her breasts still exposed, all giving the impression she was freshly fucked. She looked a little dazed.

“Oh my,” she whispered.

“You’re quite something,” said Karl. “Not just a sexy looking student.”

She smiled hesitantly, one hand was steadying her hair, another finding its way under her dress to draw her g-string back in place. Then she adjusted her dress back up to cover her breasts and flattened her skirt. “You’re quite something too. Assuming it was ok to fuck me just like that.”

“I was led astray.”

“I know.”

“Hot, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, but we should have been more careful.”

“Is that because of what I’d said?”

“Look, I am going back to the party. But first I am going via the front door to the bathroom.” She made her way out, and into the gloom of the garden. He waited a moment before leaving the summer house.

Karl went back to the house and into the lounge via the French windows. He noticed that several people had left. Sarah was there, and she gave him a look. He did not engage her stare. Instead he looked round for Alison, who only emerged into the lounge after several minutes. She looked as if nothing had happened, her hair was back up and her dress adjusted. She sidled up to Karl, and brought her lips close to his ear.

“I’ve taken off the g-string,” she whispered. Karl paused, standing very still.

“I had a shower, but I still have your stuff in me, because I didn’t want to wash it out. I want to keep my present.”

Karl breathed out very slowly. “Oh.”

She withdrew with a beaming smile, as Karl was rooted to the spot. He watched as she joined the others in the centre of the room, dancing to old time rock and roll, and she began to sway her hips in time to the music. She shook her shoulders and wiggled her waist and ass, dancing and boldly gyrating, and Karl could only watch, entranced.

He did not know how long he spent in the lounge, but he realised it was after midnight, and made his mind up about getting back home. The party was winding down, and Karl quietly said goodbye as he made for home, his mind jumbled, horny, disorientated and shocked.

During the night he had trouble sleeping, as all he could see in his mind’s eye, over and over again, was Alison dancing vivaciously in her purple dress, swaying her hips and round and round.

***

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Our original plan for some fun in the sun quickly went out the window once the downpour began in the mid-afternoon. The forecast hadn’t called for rain, but dark clouds on the way to my brother-in-law’s dad’s beach house made it readily apparent that we were going to have to scratch the beach from our itinerary. We were barely settled into the house before we decided to push the next item up on the agenda. As fun as the beach sounded, I wouldn’t say we were dreadfully disappointed.

Brittany, my sister-in-law in her late 20s, whose husband had secured this setup with the beach house, walked up the stairs as I followed behind her. As her tight, round ass swayed back and forth practically in my face, I thought back to the night when Brittany latched herself into my head and never left. It wasn’t much less than a year ago now when my lovely wife Ann invited Brittany over for a threesome one incredible night. While Brittany hadn’t been involved in my wife and my sex life since then, that image was forever seared in my memory.

It was several months after our threesome that I almost walked in on another one, which would lead to today’s activity. I had come home late from watching a hockey game at a buddy’s house in early June to find Brittany and her husband’s hastily making their way out of my house. Her husband even said “Sorry,” as he passed me, which seemed odd. Once they were gone, Ann explained that the three of them had just enjoyed some group sex, hoping I wouldn’t mind since it was just like what Ann and I had done with Brittany last year. I didn’t mind, but it did bring Brittany back to the forefront of my mind, now that I knew her husband was involved and on board with our interesting dynamic.

Now before you applaud (or hate) me for what was about to go down back at the beach house, I do not recommend having sex with your wife’s sister, even if your wife approves. If you want to do the swingers thing, you are better off doing it with people you don’t have as close a connection with. After you fuck your married sister-in-law, you still have to see her, her husband and her sister on a regular basis. Even if everyone was on board, it is still a little weird.

Is it fun though? Oh boy, is it fun.

I followed Brittany into the bedroom, ready to tear those cutoff jean shorts and that tight, low-cut black top right off her to see that sexy, naked body again that had haunted me ever since that fleeting threesome last year. While my darling wife Ann had her sister beat on most accounts, we all knew Brit had the tighter ass and the bigger boobs. Her other assets included her lightly tanned skin, darker now in the summer, her bright brown eyes and long brown hair, a lighter shade than her sister’s. Brittany had a rocking body by anyone’s estimation, even if she stood only 5′ tall.

Against the far wall was the cheap, uncomfortable twin bed upon which I would defile my sister-in-law after months of trying to push that thought out of my mind. At this point, it was I who took the lead, guiding Brittany by her shoulders and walking her over to the bed. Her sandals slapped against the hardwood until she kicked them off and climbed onto the piece of furniture. I followed right behind her, taking the lead by removing my shirt and suggesting she do the same.

A smile crept across Brittany’s face as she reached for the hem of her top. “Whose boobs do you like better,” she said as she pulled the racy shirt up over her head and off her body, shaking her hair back in place once the garment was removed, “mine or Ann’s?” A black lace bra was now in my plain sight, barely containing the surprisingly enormous rack this small girl boasted.

“I plead the fifth,” I said.

“Well then,” she said, playfully covering her chest Tozkoparan Escort with her arms in a manner that reminded me of my wife, “I won’t let you see them, and I certainly won’t let you play with them.”

I laughed. “We all agree you have the best rack, Brittany,” I said, wanting desperately for her to satisfy my desire to see her naked.

“OK then,” she said, a goofy smile still on her face as she reached behind her back and unlatched her bra. “Do whatever you’d like to them.” She tossed the bra aside where her shirt was, and for just the second time I enjoyed the sexiest set of boobs I had ever seen in person.

Without a word, I leaned into Brittany and immediately latched onto her right tit. She giggled and fell onto her back, allowing me to hold her down as I sucked and licked her boobs, giving adequate attention to each one while she cooed. Everything moved so quickly that it had yet to sink in that such a wicked thought of mine was actually occurring this very moment.

After a couple minutes, I got back to my knees and worked on getting my shorts off. Soon my cock was free, already at full mast and prepared to go. “Oh, how I’ve wanted that cock for so long,” Brittany said, genuine excitement evident in her voice and eyes.

My initial intention was to continue with Brittany’s boobs, but then I caught a glimpse of her pedicured feet and polished toenails, which gave me another idea. Shifting down a bit and somewhat to Brittany’s surprise, I grabbed both of her ankles, one in each hand, and held her feet together around my dick. Once I was secured in place, I began to shift Brittany’s cute feet up and down my rigid shaft, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.

“I didn’t know you were into that,” Brittany laughed. Sometimes I was into feet and sometimes I wasn’t. Today I was, and Brittany’s were certainly cute enough. After just a moment of using my sister-in-law’s feet to Jack off my penis, I allowed Brit to take over, as she slid her feet back and forth up and down my pole while I slid my hands down to her thighs and sighed from the sexy sensations of being serviced by my wife’s sister’s hot feet.

Brittany increased her pace and continued to do so until she was administering a rather furious footjob. Had I not known this tryst would more than likely be my only with Brittany, I would have been tempted to let her make me cum just like that, but I knew better than to settle on such an act.

After a few minutes, it was time to move on to my original plan. I pulled away from Brittany’s feet and shuffled up to her chest. Without needing instruction, Brit pushed her tits together, closing her ample bossom around my hard stick. As she held her boobs in place, I thrust back and forth between them, living out an experience I had previously felt guilty even dreaming about.

The tip of my cock poked out toward Brittany’s sexy mouth over and over again as I pumped my manhood between those awesome breasts. Brittany’s gorgeous brown hair lay splayed about the pillow underneath her, and those piercing brown eyes showed a naughtiness I had never seen before but had hoped was there. She was, after all, the sister of a rather naughty girl.

Eventually I leaned forward, grasping Brittany’s shoulders and tit-fucking her a bit harder and faster. Again, I was beginning to lose self-control and mentally reminding myself that the best was yet to come. As satisfying as it would have been to watch my wad shoot out from between those luscious breasts and onto that pretty face, I absolutely needed to penetrate that pussy I had once watched my wife eat out.

Pulling away from Brittany again, I quickly fumbled with her shorts and then with her panties, removing both garments Escort Tozkoparan and throwing them to the floor. Now naked, Brittany squirmed a bit in front of me, her sexy body begging to be fucked. Her hands made contact with my legs, running up and down my thighs while a deafening silence overtook the room. I think for both of us it was finally setting in that we were going to have sex with someone other than our respective spouses.

Breaking what may have been a moment of indecision, Brittany asked, “Do you want me to start on top or on the bottom?”

“Top,” I said, knowing exactly how I wanted it to go down. I lay down next to Brittany as she climbed up on top of me and straddled over my erection that was reaching for that sinful opening. Then, with one hand on the base of my dick, Brittany slid forward onto her knees and, while doing so, slipping my cock ever so slowly into her sweet hole.

A moment I never really imagined would happen gripped me much like my sister-in-law’s pussy gripped the shaft of my cock as Brittany slid gently down it until she had sheathed the entirety of my manhood inside her. What I really wanted to know was if Brittany was tighter than her sister, and Ann is happy to know now that my wife truly did have the tighter pussy. That isn’t to say there was anything wrong with Brittany. No, her wet folds still felt wonderful against my rigid pole as she grinded on me, she too adjusting to the sensations that were running through her body as she held me balls-deep inside her.

We both moaned as we stayed somewhat still for just a second or two. Then Brittany began to lift herself up and down me, carefully at first but going faster as she gained confidence. I put my hands on her knees and cried out with indescribable arousal as that sexy naked body bounced up and down my cock. That beautiful hair and those perfect boobs shifted up and down with each motion of Brittany’s small frame as she fucked me. I knew right away it was a sight that would be seared into my memory, much like the only other time i had seen my wife’s sister naked and in action.

Before long, Brittany was riding me so hard and fast that the cheap bed beneath us sounded as if it would break. Meanwhile, the steady slapping of that tan flesh against me and the heavy breathing of my soulmate’s sister added to the audio as I lay there paralyzed with arousal and disbelief. Not only was I having sex with my wife’s sister, but she was proving to be quite a demon in bed! Apparently sexual skill ran in this family.

I’m pretty sure Brittany wasn’t going to stop fucking my brains out, and as much as I enjoyed it, I eventually took the initiative to pull her down on me and then roll over on top of her, my dick still buried inside her. It wasn’t enough for me to simply allow Brittany to go bananas all over me. I so desperately wanted to get her on her back and fuck her as hard as I possibly could, just as I had imagined it going into this afternoon.

Brittany laughed as I pinned her down to the mattress, my hands on her wrists while those short but slender legs wrapped around my waist, sinking me as deep inside her as possible. Then, with one motion back, I left just my tip inside that wonderfully wet cunt before pounding back inside it. My strike was met with a delighted squeal, and then came another hard thrust into my sister-in-law’s vagina. As I prepared to pick up my pace, I looked into those pretty brown eyes, noticed the beads of sweat all over her face and felt the warmth of those exquisite breasts pressed against my chest. This experience in and of itself was turning out to be exactly how I would have envisioned it.

We both smiled at each other as our relationship fundamentally changed forever Tozkoparan Escort Bayan now that we were joined sexually. I proceeded to do exactly as I had intended and fuck the shit out of Brittany’s pussy. I hardly even worked up to it, instead going right to nailing that sexy chick to the bed as hard as I could to the point that she was practically bouncing off that noisy mattress. It was evident by her moans that she was enjoying the stiff fucking as much as I was as I pinned her to the bed.

I didn’t care how soon it was over. My goal wasn’t to last long but only to rail my wife’s sister as hard as I possibly could this only chance I would ever have with her, or even really wanted with her. I loved my wife, and it was only recently that we began to experiment with other people-and only for mutual enjoyment, whether by direct involvement or otherwise. Everything going on here, as I pummelled Brittany’s pussy on that lousy bed, was sanctioned by both marriages involved.

Brittany wrapped her legs as tightly around me as possible while our sweat mingled together. Eventually I let go of her wrists and wrapped my arms around her damp body instead, pressing her boobs tightly against my chest as I rocked her sexy frame. Her hands reached out for my back and latched on as she could do little else but take my stiff, hard pounding of her tight, wet pussy.

I thought for sure I would finish before Brittany could cum, but incidentally she climaxed just as I felt my balls welling up with seed for her. Brittany cried out, “I’m cumming!” as I only barely let up my pace, and only so I could allow her to enjoy her orgasm before it was time for me to pull out. In fact, by the time Brittany was just starting to come down from her climax, I could pound that sweet spot no longer without reaching an orgasm of my own. As much as I wanted to keep fucking that girl hard, I whispered to her that I was about to cum and finally relented from the brutal attack my cock had waged on her tight little hole.

We were both gasping as I finally pulled out. I knew where we both wanted my load: on those big boobs, of course. However, i decided to cheat a little bit. As I jerked off and felt the beginning of one an intense orgasm, I “accidentally on purpose” fired the first shot at that pretty face, blasting her just to the right of her nose and just below her eye. She cried out with surprise and a bit of amusement at my unwarranted facial shot, and then I quickly fixed my aim at that delightful rack, continuing to cream my wife’s sister’s tits with the sizable load they had helped generate during this session. We both watched on, Brittany grinning and I moaning as my jizz streaked all over her heaving tits until my load tapered down to her stomach.

Up to that point, I was in heaven. What an experience! I can’t even accurately describe the satisfaction we both felt as we caught our breath before cleaning up and getting dressed again. In about the truest sense, we had just fucked like animals without so much as kissing, and all while our own spouses were doing the same downstairs.

Yes, I didn’t mention the trade-off until now. We all knew as much as I was attracted to Brittany that Jack, Brittany’s husband, had always had a thing for Ann. When Ann and I began experimenting with group sex, Brittany was kept abreast of all the developments – the ones in addition to the one she was involved with, that is. When the idea of a wife-swap inevitably came on the table, we thought who better than someone we know well and trust, rather than some skank who might try to mess up our marriage?

When Brittany and I came downstairs, Jack and Ann were just finishing up. It was when they finally came out that, while all of us were immensely satisfied, we realized the aftermath was a little complicated. Like I said before, I don’t recommend this strategy if you’re in a healthy marriage since real life is a lot different than a hot story. However, I can’t say I regretted the experience. After all, even if it wasn’t with each other this time, my wife and I had a hell of a good time!

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Note: all characters are 18 and over.

The Covid crisis of 2020 produced lots of changes for many people, some really bad but some really good. I could never have expected the changes that happened to me.

My name is Tom and at the start of the crisis I was meant to be completing my final year of engineering at York university. In the space of a few days in March I realised that my course was more or less over other than some online assignments and I was locked down back in Liverpool with my Dad, my step mum and my hot sister who was 18, nearly 19.

At 21 and single, I had been a long-time reader of Literotica and immersed myself in a fantasy life that was so far removed from my real life it was untrue. I think I started reading Literotica as, in my head at least, it was better than watching porn. I had been brought up with very strong warnings that porn was really bad but reading about hardcore sex seemed less wrong than watching it. Truth be told, I usually started up reading stuff and then moved on to watching stuff anyway, but each time I would go through this ritual of just reading erotic stories first as I could justify this as not being “so bad”. Of course, I’d usually end up masturbating over the combination of erotica and porn and then feeling really guilty and swearing I would not do it again. This vow sometimes didn’t make it more than an hour, and never more than a few days during my horny days in university as I bounced from one failed relationship to another with, despite my best efforts, very little action.

One of the first lines I crossed during lockdown back home was starting to write some fantasies online. This was something I would never have done before, but in the boredom of lockdown I got drawn into and once I started, I couldn’t stop. I’m not sure I was really the greatest writer in the world, in fact my stories probably were a bit rushed. I started writing a series of stories featuring an imaginary family and their adventures corrupting people, especially focused on a slutty sister called Beki. However, my naivety in writing stories led me in to make some major mistakes that would have long lasting consequences.

The problem was that the people in my stories were actually based on real people, and the main characters were my sister and my step mum. To make matters worse, I used their real names and my attempts to change some things was less than thorough. I changed locations of places we’d visited on holiday to places we lived. For some reason I made my sister my stepsister and I made my step mum my real mum – I think this made me feel as if I was not writing about real people and seemed sexier somehow. I changed Beki & my step mum’s hair colour and my step mums age, although over the course of several stories I think I got mixed up about both facts more than once. I think that is why I used real names, so I wouldn’t get confused. I also reasoned in my head that nobody I knew would read this stuff and definitely nobody in my family. If I listened to the voice in my head, nobody but me would stoop to read this so my secret was safe.

The reason for focusing on my sister was that my sister was HOT. I mean really hot! At 18, she was 3 years younger than me and most of my mates fancied her. i never really thought of her like that until her 18th birthday party a few months before lockdown. We both had drunk more than we should and somehow our raging teenage hormones got the better of us. Before we knew it, we were passioately kissing in a corner before we came to our senses. We had a few days of not being able to look each other in the eyes, but while i thought she moved on, i really began to notice her gorgeous figure and all round sex appeal. I would never tell anyone about this of course, and I knew it was wrong but the more I beat myself up about lusting after my sister the more I found myself beating off to taboo thoughts of my flesh and blood. Somehow without me noticing, during my three years away at university she had developed curves in all the right places. My love life was a mess, and visits back home together with an increasing obsession with incest stories and porn on my favourite websites definitely got under my skin.

My step mum was also sex on legs. I’m still not sure how dad managed to snare her, especially since at 30 she was closer to my age than his. When i lived at home, I used to be able to hear them having sex through the walls in our house, and she definitely had been competing with my sister recently for my regular wank fantasy. Louise had fantastic tits which, to my mind at least, she flaunted at me all the time, and an arse to die for. All my mates increasingly made MILF jokes about her, but for me it was torture. I’d been brought up to be a good boy, and I would never actually act on the suppressed desires I had for my sister or my step mum. For one thing, I was certain that any action on my part would result in a major punishment and definite rejections. And so, I just contented myself with fantasy in my room when nobody was Turgutreis Escort looking, and a promise to myself that nobody would ever know.

It was in this pressure cooker of emotions and the other stresses of the Covid 19 crisis that I found myself an author of depraved sex stories. I was sure nobody would believe that I could write such filth, and nobody would ever find out. Even if they did, they would be too ashamed to tell me that they visited the same websites that I did, and I would just use the defence that it was just fantasy. There was no way on earth that anyone in my family would ever find out I promised myself. It was this promise that led me to write more and more extreme stories and this promise that was to prove my downfall, or at least what I assumed would be my downfall at the time.

One hot day during the peak of lockdown, I was in my room trying to write another instalment of my story when my sister walked in without knocking. She had on shorts and a tee shirt, and I immediately got distracted as she flopped down on my bed and I quickly closed my laptop cover.

“What you doing bro?” she asked. “You been watching porn again?”

“Ummm… no, of course not!” I replied defensively.

“Sure!” said Beki. “That’s all you do nowadays. Read porn stories and jerk off. You must be addicted or something”.

Part of my brain registered that she mentioned “porn stories” rather than just watching porn, but I just dismissed it as a coincidence.

“If you keep on looking at all these dirty websites, you’ll corrupt yourself you know,” added Beki with a mischievous grin.

“Maybe if I spend all my time around you, I’ll be corrupted too! They say ‘Bad company corrupts good character’ so…”

Alarm bells were going off in my head at the emphasis Beki kept giving to the word “corrupt” since I had chosen the name of corrupter66 in both Literotica and on the Hub, but she couldn’t possibly know that, could she?

“Maybe that’s what you want though, big brother. To corrupt your little sister and turn her into a cock hungry slut?” said Beki, looking me fully in the eyes.

“I don’t know what you are talking about!” I replied weakly, although inside I was panicking at the way this conversation was going.

“Are you not the author called Corrupter66 on that erotic story website?!” asked Beki directly.

“Um no… of course not… I don’t…” I stammered. Have you ever been in a situation when you know you’ve been caught red handed but are trying desperately to think of a lie to say it wasn’t you? I knew I was busted, and I was about to get it in the neck from my sweet, innocent 18 year old sister that I had turned into a slut in all my stories.

“Come on, you haven’t even bothered to change our names or most of the names of your friends or mine! Its so obviously you!! Plus I managed to sneak a look at your laptop and find your internet history that wasn’t very well hidden! Your stories are disgusting!” Beki challenged me. I knew my efforts at pretending innocence were lost.

“Ok, I’m sorry, it was me, but it was just fantasy!” I admitted, trying to defend myself.

“So, you think it’s OK for you to write about me fucking you and your friends, or both of us having sex with Mum, or Dad screwing my 18 year old best friend? Why would you even do that?” asked Beki.

“Because in my stories I wanted to give some motivation to your namesake and get dad out of the way, plus Jane is really hot!” I retorted. “But…”

“You think its OK for me to have group sex with your mates and Jane’s dad, do you? Its so disgusting”

“I know, I’m sorry…” I replied weakly

“Its so wrong!”

“Yes, I should never have done it” I admitted

“its so hot!” said Beki.

“I’m really sorry, I would never actually do… wait, what did you say?!” I stammered as Beki’s last statement caught me off guard.

“I’ve had a bit of a thing for you since my party!” admitted Beki, gently placing her hand on my knee.

“But you’re my sister!” I always had a bit of a knack for stating the obvious, but my mind couldn’t cope with this turn of events.

“That didn’t stop you in your stories,” replied Beki, gradually stroking higher up my leg.

“But that’s just fantasy. Its not real! To do something in real life would be just wrong and…”

“hot!” added Beki as she let her hand rest on the tent that had formed in my shorts.

“No, I couldn’t…” I protested weakly.

“Are you sure big brother? Wouldn’t you like to feel my tits?” sad Beki as she threw off her tee shirt and removed her bra.

I sat in stunned silence, but my arm had a mind of its own as I reached out and grasped one of Beki’s boobs. I threw the words “B cup”, “C cup” or “D cup” around in my stories but I didn’t really understand the terms. What I did know was that my sister had soft, big tits and I was sat feeling them properly for the first time in my life. I felt my moral objections, such as they were, crumbly Escort Turgutreis as, like a moth drawn to a flame, I leaned in and sucked one of her breasts into my mouth

“That’s it Tom, lick me!” Beki said, clutching my head to her chest. I let go of one of her tits just to feed the other one into my hungry mouth and I nibbled gentle on one of her nipples that were rock hard and excited to feel my touch.

As I feasted lovingly on her chest, my sister reached down and pushed my shorts and pants off me, and I thrilled to feel her hand grasp my stiff prick and begin to stroke me.

“Its not quite 7 inches like in the stories!” Beki joked as she pulled my head up and kissed me full on the lips.

“I may have exaggerated for literary purposes!” I confessed as I pushed our lips together again and we thrust our tongues into each other’s mouths.

“Still, it’s a nice cock!” said Beki, sinking to her knees.

I closed my eyes as Beki began slowly kissing up and down my length. Finally, she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked my knob before sucking the helmet into her mouth. I’d had blowjobs before, but nothing could prepare me for the feeling of Beki’s warm mouth gradually pumping my shaft into her mouth.

I began to count the alphabet backwards in an effort to hold off the coming explosion as the events of the evening began to be too much for me. Beki was about halfway down my pole, but she seemed determined to stuff as much of me in her mouth as she could.

“I think I’m in love with your cock!” gasped Beki as she pulled her lips off me.

She reached forward and fondled my balls as she desperately pushed more and more of my cock into her mouth. I felt myself hitting the back of her throat, but amazingly Beki kept going till she had the whole of my penis lodged in her mouth and her nose pressed against my crotch. She pulled off again, and a trail of spit hung in the air as she choked and gasped before welcoming my dick back between her wet lips.

“I’m going to cum” I gasped, but she didn’t stop pumping my prick in and out of her mouth until I could hold back no longer and flooded her with my hot load. She pulled back, opened her mouth to show me my warm cum and then swallowed it down.

“Now its my turn!” said Beki as she moved up the bed and encouraged my face towards her sex lips. I didn’t need any further invitation as I leaned in and planted kisses on her belly and the top of her pussy. Beki groaned as I jumped past her moist sex and trailed kisses down her leg. I reached her feet and sucked each toe into my mouth as Beki’s groans became more to do with pleasure than disappointment.

After a while worshiping her feet, I moved back up her legs, again kissing her slowly as my head rose higher. Finally, I slowly lapped at her cunt as I savoured the rich aroma of her sex. I began to gradually thrust my tongue in and out of her tight hole before locating her clit which was now standing erect and gently giving it a nibble.

I had not had a great deal of sex, but my last girlfriend had taught me a thing or two about eating a pussy and I attacked Beki’s with gusto. I settled in to feast on her cunt, varying the pace of my licking between thrusting my tongue into her like a little prick.I smiled as I heard Beki’s increasingly passionate moans until the dam burst and she screamed in passion.

“Just like that brother.. don’t stop… that’s it!” she uttered as I kept lapping at the centre of her womanhood. “Yes… oh God I’m going to cum… I’m cuming” she squealed as she scaled the heights of her orgasm.

“Wow, that wasn’t bad!” She told me as she settled down beside me and we both took a break.

“Not bad?!” I retorted. “I bet I’m the best you’ve ever had!”

“To be fair, you are almost as good as a girl!”

I did my best impression of a fish as I took in this latest statement from Beki.

“What? Who??” I stammered.

“A couple of people, but mainly Jane” she confessed as she stroked my stiffening member.

“I recognise most of the people in your stories, but who is Steve? You know, the older single guy I’m meant to have seduced in your last story?”

“Oh, he’s based on my landlord up in York. Believe it or not, our neighbours were a couple of hot women called Louise and Beki. They were not related, but Louise was a bit older and they were both flirts. Beki was maybe early 20s and Liouise may have been 30ish but i never knew for sure. Steve seemed like a strait-laced guy, but as time went on I noticed that even though he was about 20 years older than Beki he was spending a lot of time with her. I never imagined anything was happening, but a few weeks before I came back I’m fairly certain I had heard them having sex through the walls of my room. In fact, I think he may have fucked both Beki and Louise in the end, although I’m not sure anyone else would believe me if I told them! I never had a threesome involving Beki and Steve (this bit was made up) but when I started writing Turgutreis Escort Bayan my sex stories this idea of an older bloke being corrupted by a younger woman was stuck in my head. It was easy for me to think of that Beki and Louise being you and mum, and the fantasy just went from there.”

“OK, I thought it might be John from up the road. He’s a hot older single guy who I wouldn’t mind corrupting!” joked Beki.

“Beki!” I chided her with a smile on my face.

“What, you mean you don’t want to act out some of your stories?” Beki suddenly looked at me seriously.

“What? No! Fantasy is one thing, but…” I replied.

“So, you wouldn’t want me to set you up with Jane? I’m sure she’d fuck you in a heartbeat if she had a chance!”

“Ok, well I might let her…” I said grinning at the prospect at sleeping with one of my sisters hot friends.

“And I’m sure your friends would screw me if you set it up!” said Beki.

“Beki, its one thing for me to write a story about you being a slut, its another thing for you to be one! I wouldn’t want you to get a reputation!” I protested, even if my mind was already picturing Beki in a gangbang or stuffed airtight like in some of my stories.

“Let me worry about that,” replied Beki. “I can be discreet and I’m a big girl! Besides, no cock for me means no pussy for you!”

“Ok, but social distancing…” I protested with a grin.

“Fine, for now you’ll just have to make do with what’s available!” said Beki as she grabbed onto my now totally stiff cock. All this talk of involving other people had turned me on, but my senses went into overload as I realised I was about to fuck the object of my fantasies, my own sister.

“Come and fuck me, big brother!” she urged me as she turned onto her back and guided me towards her pussy.

My dick felt almost painful as I slid into her moist sex for the first of what I hoped would be many times. Gradually, slowly, I fed my stiff member into her as Beki encouraged me on.

“That’s it brother, fill my cunt with your big cock!

I looked into her eyes as I began to saw in and out of her slit. I was really doing this! I was really fucking my sister. I looked down and realised that I was still only halfway inside her, but it felt tight and incredible. Beki spread herself and I felt her body welcoming more and more of my pulsating knob inside as we revelled in the complete wrongness of it all, yet it felt so right, like we were made for each other.

Beki got up on all fours and turned her head towards me.

“Do me doggy style, big brother!” she urged me. “I want to experience it all!”

I didn’t need to be asked twice as I slid my full length back inside her sex and began to pound into her like a man possessed.

“That’s it, fuck me!”

“Make me cum!”

“I’m going to cum, sis!” I warned her as I felt my balls beginning to boil.

“That’s OK, I’m on the pill. Cum inside me! I need you! Just a bit more!”

I felt myself erupting as I shot my load deep inside her, and Beki groaned as she too plunged over the edge of her climax and we rode a deep wave of pleasure together.

We both lay still for a while as the reality of what we had done hit us. I began to be afraid that she would regret it and things would get weird between us, but Beki leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. This was the start, I realised, not the end.

“I’m so pleased we did this!” said Beki finally.

“Me too! Definitely.” I agreed as we laid side by side. I just loved to be naked beside my sister and think of what might happen. I was sure that her talk of involving our friends was just talk, but Beki had other plans.

“As soon as restrictions are lifted, you so have to do Jane!” said Beki with a smile. “Maybe we can make a video, you seem to like them in your stories! In the meantime, I want to have sex with you as much as I can.”

I definitely wouldn’t say no to sex with Jane, in fact I’d probably not say no to sex with most people as long as they were over 18 and willing to fuck! The prospect of lots of sex with Beki though was a dream I would not have believed a few hours ago. However, we had to be so careful. I dreaded to think how our dad and step mum would react.

“Dad is still out a lot with work, but mum could be a problem!” said Beki, reading my thoughts it seemed. “I know what, you seduce her like in your stories and then we can fuck like rabbits!”

“Beki, the stories are just fantasies. Just imagine if she reacts with disgust and horror like a normal person…” I responded.

“And not like a slut like I did?” replied Beki. I didn’t know what to say. “We could get her really drunk one evening when dad is out and gently try it on. If she reacts, we back off and pretend she imagined it. If she responds we can all have fun! I’ve been looking for a chance to borrow Naomi’s strap on!”

“Naomi has a strap on?” I gasped. Naomi was another of Beki’s friends who I fantasised over, and who I was thinking of working into my stories. i had recently been to her 19th birthday party whilst home for Christmas and the sight of her gorgeous tits practically falling out of her top had me having wet dreams of tit fucking her for weeks. “And how do you know she has a strap on dildo?!” I asked Beki as it suddenly dawned on me what she had said.

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